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Sunday, February 06, 2011

I'm covetous of many things but what I yearn for most right now is for all our holiday plans to take shape and take flight.
I'm sick of here and this useless feeling of being stuck in one place, everything pending at "PONR" (point of no return), unable to proceed/backtrack. Over here it's so stifling and crammed with people that I can barely hear myself think. By 2015 there will be no empty fields left and I need to vacate myself before the next high-rise sprouts up outside my window and execute their plan for world domination..
I CANNOT be here when this happens, because- and I'm not exaggerating- it literally pains me.

At the moment many holiday plans have been verbally agreed upon but they are still shapeless smoke swirling overhead.
But I'm determined to at least see through with another trip to Australia.

she's not here @

7:55 PM