Hello I'm back from Australia. It was good fun. A whole year has passed and my niece and nephew are like real little people now and my brother has a zit! I went back to uni and they were having free coffee and there were goths walking around. What the. I saw Erina Fair... it has a gym and a public library with Weight Watchers meeting rooms and an art gallery. Bonnie my cat took about five seconds to remember who I was and then it was just like old times again. I got my ticket to China so I'm definitely going now, yay! Dude those student flight people were bimbos. I went bowling and got a strike. Granny and Mum both took me shopping yay and I dragged my friend Mark out to two naval bases in the harbour to spontaneously go searching for Able Seaman Johannes I'm-a-Dick. Then I drank my troubles away in north sydney and returned home to my sister's house. My sister and her friends knit and play cards now. I read about that in a magazine once, it's called knitting and playing cards syndrome and it develops just before the mid-twenties when people get sick of going out. I hope it never happens to me!

The ten hours at the airport weren't that bad but dude the food was gross. A warmed up chicken leg with cold, gross fries was like $30000000000000. I walked past the gold class transit lounge and there were couches, coffee tables and curtains and all that jazz and I'm like Would it really be that much to ask if they just made the whole place like that? How much does a couch cost in Vietnam anyway. I came back on a direct flight and sat next to an ex-pilot who sadly said he had no xiaojies in Taichung.

Oh I'm going back to work today, yuk, must convince myself that I am in fact looking forward to it!


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