a fistful of that achievement. where i can look down at the world from the penthouse. a balinese theme to remind me of cousin jo, parquet flooring and big fluffy cushions, to remind me of mom. vintage posters of the beatles for uncle fukuchi. and dim yellow lights and candles to set the mood for a night filled with laughter, the fridays, a football match and beer.

for now, i'll just stick to bunking in with my cousin in a messy, colourful room on the 15th floor, my current version of a penthouse.

and to the readers of this once clandestine blog, i apologise for the bland entries, with no pictures. they say a picture speaks a thousand words. i disagree. pictures portray what we want others to see. a picture can tell a story. but it can't tell the reality behind it all.

its funny, a friend told me that even by 'reading' my entries, he could tell its really monotonous. well, i'm not ashamed of that. i don't speak well with colourful words. its too fake.

happy polling day. blah.

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