My days are so limited now. The thought of going back to Canberra leaves me with mixed feelings. It means being away from family and close friends (though I do have friends in Canberra too). And there's also...

However I do look forward to the year ahead. With studies and CIF and OCF, I can't help but feel optimistic. I am really excited to know what God has planned for this year. I just hope I'd be ready to move alongside.

OK enough Christian-y monologues.

Hoping to live a distraction-free final year in Canberra. Then we'll see where we go from there...

Living in the moment, appreciating every minute.

Leaving church, Mono's Silent Flight, Sleeping Dawn played on the radio. I pictured a scene, in the frame there's the man behind the wheel, and it's fixed on him from the perspective of someone looking standing in front of the car as he's driving on. The frames of this scene are a bit accelerated, like someone's fast forwarding a tape, but not that fast. He's crying as he drives. In the end, he dies. I can't decide between either him crashing or driving into the sea.

I must say, I've been feeling very restless and frustrated of late. Aggression and sorrow is being pent up. I get more agitated and have the tendency to curse under my breath as I am constantly reminded day after day the reality of it all. I really wanted to beat someone up today, and in church to boot. God help me (or him, if I do suddenly snap and go Hulk on the douche.)

I'm aware that this post probably doesn't benefit me in anyway, and probably will lead the people around me to not think of me as well as I'd hope they would.

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