Circa Una Scusa

I should have gushed about this like much earlier, but one thing led to another and I just didn't have time to do much that I wanted to do, as always. So yes! I have finally seen Jason Mraz live, and like two nights in a row! I even took pictures with him, silly ones no doubt (but who cares!), and got his autograph on my Mr. A-Z dual disc. His voice is flawless, his range is amazing, his style, his goofy cuteness, his smile and just about every damn thing about him is simply SO damn fantastic! I can't gush enough, I can't find enough flowery words that could do justice to his greatness. All I can say is, I will definitely continue to count him as my favourite male singer of all time and that I am darn glad I have recommended him to so many of my friends and that I am so bloody lucky (for once I think that way) to have stayed long enough here in Melbourne to attend both his acoustic performances which is what I like best. Nothing beats an intimate acoustic gig, especially in the case of the Great Mraz himself!








And quoting a line from one of his songs, I have indeed sold my soul to the devil, and maybe he did promise me hell, except in this case, it's not something I can say I know so well. I said yes to my boss finally. It's not so much on the 3-year contract, it's more about the other goodies in the bag. The promise of a PR and PhD is too hard to ignore. The thing is, the idea of doing a PhD has already been long flushed out of my system, since getting an international postgraduate scholarships is a near impossibility. Now that I am being given this offer, it suddenly appears right in my face again. And now that I have said yes, I am wanting it all over again. I know I am giving myself unneccesary pressure here but who doesn't like a positive outcome? It will be disappointing no doubt if the application falls through. So yes, I am going to get all the paperwork sorted out soon, submit the whole chunk of it, and just wait, which is the most effortless yet most painful bit, as always. So I skived off from work last Friday, a hangover from a mere six/seven glasses of beer, it doesn't make any sense at all. It was worth the trouble though, since it was the final Mraz night. Went for a senseless trip to Mt. Dandenong on Saturday to have a taste of the much over-hyped Devonshire (shit) tea and woke up duper early on Sunday to get to the Camberwell (garbage) Market. I don't know, it seems like now that I know I am gonna be here for a while, I am desperately searching for new things and new places and most defnitely new solid reasons for me to stay here. I know none of the places or activities will allow me to find what I am looking for, and that none of the people I have known here will make me stay, and this applies to the people I currently know too. As sobering as this fact is, I s'pose I still could live it for the time being. Well, I have to anyway. Work is here, and it seems like my career path is going to be here too. Human relationships seems to be secondary at the moment. If there is no one I can be with at the moment, then I may as well be with my work, right? Yes, it's another oh-so-sad truth but the thing is, I don't feel sad at all. I should just concentrate on it. No time for people whom I was caught up with in the past, and no time for fake friends either, and yes, I definitely have no time for people who don't care much for me.