(It’s inevitable, isn’t it? As soon as I say “I’m on hiatus,” I think of something to write) I think what’s got me in a bit of a zone is the fact that suddenly, things are real. I don’t know why it hasn’t felt like that until just recently; maybe I’m finally getting out of that age range where you’re expected to goof off, and hitting 22 suddenly sounds very much like “Ok, you’re supposed to be grown up now. Get on with it.” ...

Even after 2 years, the memory is strong. The dream lives on, growing, changing, adapting to the newer perspective. I want to reach out and grab it, to hold it tight until it becomes real, or it truly dissipates. Regret and desire all mixed in with a hint of words unsaid. Imagination, dreaming - they all serve their purpose. Occasionally, melancholia hits, and you just can’t sleep.

A sign that the area you’ve just moved into is kinda alright: A brand-spanking new black-as-the-night Lamborghini coupe parked outside the local cinema. I mean, daaaaamn!

It’s a cold day in hell when you’ve got me vacuuming, cleaning and ironing without any prompting.

Haneef has been released after charges against him were dropped: The media circus farce isn’t over yet though, as Kevin Andrews tries hard to back pedal on the visa revocation decision.