Our most profound joy is often experienced during ordinary moments. What was one of your most joyful ordinary moments this year?

Rules and I have a deceptive relationship in that I acknowledge it’s existence superficially but will be sooner or later bound to break them when prompted. So, my most joyful ordinary moments this year (as I begin scratching at the mines of nostalgia) is arriving at the school’s back door with Jess, only to find them locked. And because we’re young, carefree and extremely lazy, walking to the main gates was not an option. However, gauging the fall to the other side, the effort it would take to mount the gate, evaluating whether we would drop into some person’s yard and be caught as trespassers was by far easier than walking.

We dropped out bags over, giggled as we clamoured over the wooden fence. By the time both of us were over the other side, there was this small bubble of joy that can only be brought around by rebellion.

That’s right, we conquered the fence bitch and didn’t get caught by the dog.

What’s the thing you most want to achieve next year? How do you imagine you’ll feel when you get it? Free? Happy? Complete? Blissful? Write that feeling down. Then, brainstorm 10 things you can do, or 10 new thoughts you can think, in order to experience that feeling today.

Rule the world. It's been a plan that has been bubbling for a year now but always put on the back boiler because I still lack resources.

And when I get it, the triumph that ensues and the misery before me will throw the world into a new era of my glory.

In all seriousness, while ruling the world will still be on my plans, I want to use next year to further these planes. Namely by surviving the first year of Uni, getting into the course that I think I want and then being happy doing it.

Actually, scratch that. What I really want to achieve? Internet success. As in, being loved for what I do and earning money from it. The 21st Century Gen Y Dream. I need to live the cliche.

Look at these [gorgeous, sexy bitches, i really don't like these adjectives let's call them] people of surmountable awesomeness who have grown into the silence spaces.

This break I've taken, I didn't mean it to last so long nor did I expect an actual summer holiday (with summer rain of course) and being worried about tans and spinning walls all with these shiny new peoples (more than plural, apparently not everyone can fit into credit card size polaroids )

So now, I'm assuming I'm talking to blank walls again, another meaningless narcissistic soliloquy in the never ending noise of the internet.

Excellent.

I suppose ,appropriately, the fact that I'm here in Singapore has encouraged this need to start blogging again. Crowded into the MRT are people conducting their own little orchestra of games,videos,texts with their iphones.

Small motions but enough to edge towards a super charged motion of connectedness once more.

It has been a very kind welcome, the day has been appropriately balmy with thunderstorms occuring always somewhere in the distance.

Oh wait, the thunders are starting and I have the best seats in the house. I've missed this height (24 floors ladies, it's a drop to death) and the view.

Conversations 14/12/2010

It has been a very efficient day. For AUD$25 we have bought two movie tickets, had pancakes and after meal mints. There is a subdued sense of asian triumph when you know you've gotten a damned good, scratch that, amazing deal.

We contemplate our next stop as the construction [changing the roads again to bring you better service sorry for the inconvenience] chugs on.

"We can go to the esplanade and take photos!"

Everything I say here, I accompany with an unhealthy enthusiasm , unnecessary semi dance movements and (for me I guess) an unnatural smile. It is impossible not to try to be sunshine when everyone else seems miserable with their lives.

"I mean we're technically tourists."

"Yeah! I'm so glad we can pretend to be tourist." There is a pause as an inpatient honk puntuates and then melds back into the urban sound design. "Everytime I'm like "wow" and point at stuff my friends here are like 'you've never been to orchard road before is it." The lights take too long to turn green. " I mean, Singapore is really quite beautiful at night."

"Yeah, it is."

Later we decide to count the number of smiles we would see before we reached our train station.

In a 400m walk, we count 8.

I know this place like the back of my hand even the constant cosmetic changes of shops and new places doesn't faze me. Weird architecture added to the city scape? Meh. Happens every 5 years. Now, I also now aware of just constancy, Melbourne with its trams we probably keep because it's cute, a market for vintage bikes, new malls that are kinda like the old malls but shiner.

It's amazing how easy it is to be immune to each situation whether it's shifting sand or solid brick roads, you just get used to it. And it is difficult to keep that child like wonderment. Yet, with this growing up and knowing things, there is another world we opened to, insights that we never found funny before suddenly become hilarious. Double entredes, pun me please.

You never get to go back to the same spot again, making it difficult to trap every moment. I guess I never want to live the same day again, just a new one where something may supersede my previous experiences. Whether I find that in old world constancy with bull headed politics or a city working like an eerie clockwork made in germany , it's up to me to find it's charm.

You (Me) have just got to get their eyes checked and look very hard.

Oi Singapore ah? It's good to be back.

And Melbourne? I'm finally starting to fucking miss you. mate.