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Greetings folks!

Merry belated Christmas and Happy New Year!

Yes, I know, this post is well overdue. However, I have decided (this decision might or might not have been already semi-decided and completely procrastinated in previous years) that, as part of my 'new year resolutions', it would be a splendid idea to quit the laziness and let my words bleed a lil'. Hence, 2015 me, 10 days late, again in poor posture, comfortably sitting, eagerly-but-barely, letting my fingers do some new years exercise.

A few days ago, I arrived back in Auckland, after 2 weeks in the torrid sun. I ventured a small 3 hours away from my green-grassed, jean-wearing, season-indecisive, body-covered country to a country so vastly different -- Straya' mate! Yes, I made the good old, annual trip to Australia. Gold Coast, Australia actually; the sweltering melting pot for bronzed skin and tourism.

A 3 hour trip to a paradise where I can just.... be.

Auckland, (being the miniature space he/she is) never gives enough room for anyone to remain anonymous. You can't truly get away from the familiarity, the reeking comfort -- the knowing. It's an amiable feeling to be anonymous for a while.

No likely encounters. No caution. No restriction. No care. No Nothing.

I know it might sound ridiculous. But, as ridiculous as it sounds, I love being unknown. In a world where it's de rigueur to have a name and be known, it's an exciting routine-dynamite to wake up unknown. Routine. Dynamite. POW!