So it's another year, which should be fine and dandy merely because I have no expectations for it.

How was your New Years Eve? Mine was spent wandering around the city with friends observing all the crazy people until dawn.

And also, for no real reason whatsoever we ended up at a party of a friend of a guy that Shelley barely knew. In Kirribilli, kind of down the road from where the Prime Minister (that looks so wrong) of Australia lives. We wanted to storm it but didn't, although Vyv did make oink noises at the police when we walked by there later.

The party was so awkward, uncomfortable. antisocial and at times boring that it lead us to later develop the saying Time flies when you're not in Kirribilli. Am currently very thankful that Vyv came to Kirribilli, as she is the swiss army knife of awkward situations. That only made sense in my head, didn't it?

... Dang.

Meanwhile the fireworks were as always very pretty. There's something I love about the way that humanity makes all these technological advancements, but at the end of every year we all come together to watch shiny lights in awe.

I should really tell you about all the crazy people in the city. There were so many we ran into, but my favourites consist of :

# Enrico, who walked next to us on the street and eventually grabbed Shelley and declared his love for her, after stalking her for a while.

# South African guys we met on the train, who offered us drinks from their esky thing. Were very strange yet funny; spoke of someone's balls being on a kebab, much to our amusement.

# English guys who walked behind us on the way to Hyde park. Or was it Irish? I forget now but as some guys were being all rowdy and blowing those stupid plastic horn things further behind us, they started yelling "Don't you hate loud, obnoxious people?!"

# As we were bench sitting on that little bridge thing over Darling Harbour, this guy sat next to us while we were playing the "things I would never accept in a guy" game (e.g. monobrow, sandals with socks, etc.) ... later the guy got up and we noticed that he had a lot of the said characteristics and had probably heard us. Oopsies.

# Also while on the bench, I sat against Vyv and watched the expressions of all the guys to Shelley's ladybug wings. My favourite there had to be the guy on the mobile who walked by giving her a vehement thunbs up while mouthing something like "Fucking yeah!". All time favourite is probably tied between the guy who started singing that song Butterfly and guys who put their fingers on their heads and made bee noises. And oh, oh, the guy that went "Fuck me, it's an angel!"

# While waiting for a bus to take us home, Shelley and I were accosted by English guys who wanted us to sign their shirts (we had no pen), and eventually gave up and just kissed both of us on the cheek, wishing both of us a Happy New Year. Have to note that I did kiss them back, which my European-type upbringing is to blame for, ie because of childhood habits I have no qualms about kissing strangers. Oh, that sounded wrong.

# Also while at bus stop we met a guy who confessed to being superman (Shelley asked him to jump off a building) and a guy who claimed to have went to a Catholic girls school.

... And well, there were more, but those were definitely the most memorable.

I have more to tell you but as the next topic is of a different nature I'll leave it til another entry, and go back to listening to Change by Good Charlotte.

Cringe.

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