11 days of annual leave left- 1 day for commencement/convocation,

so that leaves 10 days?

i could/want

1. to visit Ueno Park during the sakura season

OR

2. to visit Auckland and bum at Jess's place

OR

3. to return to Jogjakarta to see everyone again.

OR

4. to book some random airplane ticket to some random place on the spur of the moment due to airfare promotions (sounds like very me-like behaviour)

the thought of forsaking 1 choice for another,

the whole opportunity cost of things is just killing me...

why can't i work 8 months and have 4 months worth of annual leave?

(okay i know that's a little pushing things but still, i remember this dude Philippe told me that's exactly his current arrangement, except he's Swiss, and he's a show-chef, which i doubt i would be decently good at being...)

sigh....

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Seeing him live was definitely worth the ticket price.

i guess this song has special significance to/for me, even though it wasn't as fantastic as the first time being able to dance AT's choreography...

I miss hall, i miss being young and reckless, i miss dance, i miss-

there are loads of things i miss.

You've got the best of both worlds
You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you're needy,
Humble but you're greedy
And based on your body language,
And shoddy cursive I've been reading
Your style is quite selective,
though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
that this is just what happiness is

Hey, what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction
But I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear
'Cause here we are, here we are

Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks ‒ they're quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There's no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words that paraphrasing this relationship we're staging

And what a beautiful mess, yes it is
It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
And the kind and courteous is a life I've heard
But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt
'Cause here, here we are, here we are
Here we are [x7]

We're still here
What a beautiful mess this is
It's like taking a guess when the only answer is "Yes"

Through timeless words and priceless pictures
We'll fly like birds not of this earth
And tides ‒ they turn ‒ and hearts disfigure
But that's no concern when we're wounded together

And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts
But it's nice today. Oh, the wait was so worth it.