Everyone said that I’m lost. Indeed I am. Lost my mind, lost my job, lost my ways, lost my sense of humour, lost my head.

One thing about losing is that it helps the growth of our Cerebral Cortex, or sometimes we call it the “grey matter”. It gives you the experience that you need to recreate memory, memory of losing, memory of what’s done wrong and right, in a subjected timeframe. While hippocampus will help you process the experience and memory, it is your mind that lets you decide what’s wrong and what’s right, what to do again and what not.

If I go on with the scientific jargons again everyone of you will just hit that ‘X’ button and say f*** off. But hey! Remember that I’m lost? Don’t sue me if you don’t like what I write ‘coz I’m really, lost.

Been around Melbourne city and some of its suburbs, Box Hill, Doncaster. Didn’t manage to snap any pics, I’ll put up some when I do get one. It was that damn cold since I arrived here, with max. 18 degrees and min 6 degrees everyday. Water is cold. Air I breathe is cold. Even the heater is cold. and heck, I got a sorethroat. Ban those hot McD foods!!!