had lit today, analysed the sense of belonging summore.. a lot of the stories there are based in aussie and newzealand. and the book is also called "a sense of belonging" and it seems very unfunnily ironic coz i've been missing nz a lot lately and i dont know why.. well, maybe it was after looking at the macleans webby and a whole lot of memories came back and i just to make it worse i went to take a lookie around the pictures just to see what i was missing out (big mistake) so now i'm feeling a little miffed, a little annoyed at myself for being miffed and also a little nostalgic.

AND i dont even know whether i feel nostalgic coz i want to feel nostalgic or whether i really do feel nostalgic. and then i thought maybe it would be better if i just say that i'm feeling nostalgic coz i want to so it'll be easier to get over it, but then it would be admitting that i actually really do feel nostalgic and it's not good to repress your feelings, (if not you end up attempting to push pple over cliffs), so yea then what? and i dont really like wanting to be somewhere where i can't be coz i just can't so there's really no point feeling like i want to go back.

i was thinking about that on the bus on the way home, before i realised the aircon thingy above me was dripping droplets of water (or possibly rain from a leak) onto my bag.

anyway, miss f*** or possibly s***, i suppose you're stuck in the mud about having a sense of belonging too about your last name and all, i dunno, but to me it doesnt really matter coz if it was tradition of adopting the wife's last name instead of the husband's, all of us would have totally different last names but we'll all be the same person with the same personality. but i guess it would be nice to know for sure. well, in any case if you stick astericks behind the first letter you still end up with possibly unsavoury words ;)

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