WHY I'M NOT WHERE YOU ARE.

The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, and so there is no end to suffering, what a mess I am, I thought, what a fool, how foolish and narrow, how worthless, how pinched and pathetic, how helpless.

Pamper me up because it's expected!

I want flowers, overpriced chocolates, expensive gifts and you have to be a total prince charming to me today. It's valentines day and it just goes against the norm if you aren't and don't do so.

Okay, so is this what society has reduced us to? Valentines day is a day where you are expected to show your love and appreciation for your significant other via materials through the use of some big bucks? In all honesty, you're probably better off showing someone you care everyday and surprise them with little gifts every once in a while. Personally thinking, that's just a whole lot better than the one day where the market increases its prices ten fold and you are inevitably ripped off and "expected" to spoil and shower your loved one (or whatever they are to you, your "valentine") on this particular day. This whole concept of valentines just isn't for me. I think I'd rather spend my day in bed with a book rather than being spoilt bits. (Albeit, I'll probably be devoting my time to unpacking.)

FRIDAY NIGHT.

Grand opening for Maze by Puzzle events at The Motel in South Melbourne. Drinks, friends, loud music, DJ Ming and DJ Sensation. Key to a good night I must say! To sum up, driving to the bumfuck of nowhere, 2 hour line ups, 5 hours of dancing and a night rider with eclectic social groups.

 This is what you call indie.

ABC shots to relieve the two hour wait

The aftermath. I think I can still taste alcohol in my mouth.

 

 Post clubbing luvos. Classy.

Topping the night off with greasy chicken. Yum.

Someone clearly had a good night. Concoction of fried rice and alcohol. Chundered hard. 

7am, Good night.