My New Place and NYE

After hunting around for about 2 months, I have finally found a place in Glebe. Isn't it awesome? I'm quite excited but also rather broke. This place comes unfurnished so I'll have to buy 2nd hand furniture of the net which will probably set me back heaps.

I thought I was unlucky but at a bbq in Newtown today, I realised from chatting with the home owners (by the way, the newtown place looked really awesome) that prior to this place, they had been searching for about 5 months without luck. Perhaps I should consider myself lucky then.

I just wish Eugene was here to help me make decisions about which housemates and furnitures to pick.

I've come to realise that I'm really bad at such decisions.

New Year's eve was a blur.

Had a bbq house party at Marty's place and spent the night before kneading burger mince in preperation. Phew!

On the day, had a slight migraine which was a bit of a dampner and all i really wanted to do was to sleep early. The nine o'clock fireworks were pathetic and I playfully declared to the party full of aussies that Sydney's pyrotechnics was poo poo compared to Singapore's. Everyone booed me of course and tried to convince me that the midnight once were way better but i declared that I had already passed my judgement. Sydney was CRAP and that i was boycotting the midnight display.

By tenish, the headache was gone (hooray) and I decided it was time to give the party a little Zing!

by 1130, I was well and truly wasted...

meanwhile, marty had gone missing which made me feel a little helpless. He wasn't answering his phone too. He turned up a short while later but the earlier helplessness left me with an unease i could not quite shake off for the rest of the night which was a real bummer.

I did eventually pay tribute to the midnight countdown fireworks and for all the chemical euphoria i felt, the fireworks were still shit. Everyone agreed. One for Mindy Zero for Sydney.

3am, the revellers had left one by one and found myself collapsed on the living room floor, speechless with exhaustion with john on the couch. tucked john into bed with aristootle and a blankie, gave him a goodnight peck on the cheek and stumbled into bed and fell asleep dreaming of weird negative things. Not Good.

I'm beginning to wonder whether it's really worthwhile to live such a decadent lifestyle. From feeling terrible the next day to feeling terrible the next few days to feeling terrible immediately and for the next few days.

I probably have a body of a 38 year old.