We're already in winter and it's not even june.

At apollo bay.


Australian-induced coffee face.

It's freezing outside, the Age says that the maximum temperature is 15 degrees today and while, it should be hitting that right about now. The sun's out, but it's all a scam into letting us think that it really is summery-warm. It's not really. My knees are complaining like crazy, of course, no thanks to the wind + rain + 23 km run that I did last sunday. It's strange though, that they've complaining just about 2 days after that run. I had to go and buy a hot water bottle just for them. So, I am now effectively sitting on my chair, legs tightly shut (like a proper lady - nick will be proud, i think. ha.) and balancing this really nice and warm hot water bottle on my knees - talk about high maintenance.

It hasn't been a crazy semester, but it has reminded me that I am strangely getting older (bloody hell. I've never had eyebags in my whole life until after my 22nd birthday!). My attention wavers after about 2 and half hours writing and reading and I just get so tired that I hardly can do anything else. I've pretty much become even more anal - if I'm not going out means i'm not going out regardless of the course and of course my room, my room has been a complete disaster for most part of the semester. It's just books, books and books, i've literally closeted myself in.

Don't get me wrong though, every semester in Melbourne is a new learning experience for me and though shit hits the fan sometimes, it gets better because well, you start learning to appreciate the smaller things in life - whether it's the sunshine, the extra hour of sleep that you can get, good tea or even those amazing scrambled eggs that I can find 2 mins from my building. Then there's those times when you just sit by your bed and stare at the lights or the leaves falling in autumn. Didn't I already say that somehow the sun in Melbourne falls perfectly on the buildings that it never is NOT pretty.

Of course, in the last 5 years, i got introduced to the very beautiful, reward filled world of amazing coffee. ha.

and yes, you start working harder too, though yes at times there is a bit of anger, frustration and delusion going away because you do lose track of things for a while.

I find the longer I spend in Melbourne, the more certain I get with the goals I have in mind. The stronger I get when it comes to dealing with criticism and being independent. I almost could possibly say that, I get a little more self-assured with my skills. Of course, the amazing people that I've met here have helped nonetheless. If I didn't come here, I wouldn't have met Rosie or Sher or Rach who have pretty much become my partners in crime. I wouldn't have Barbs, who well would stage an intervention at times when i could kill myself (metaphorically) from stress. It's almost like - I got sent new friends to help me deal with whatever shit there is here.

And of course, there is nick. If he was the last new person that I'll ever meet in my life, I would be quite content for the rest of it.