Alright,
Just so you know, my pad is somewhat opposite to the General Cemetery on Lygon Street. It's 10 degrees and it's raining today, picture's blurred by the raindrops but you can assume the whole grey patch is the cemetery. This was taken from my balcony.
It's not that bad, the cemetery that is. Today i end up laying my work on the floor for natural light- in front of the Cemetery.
It's also cold and quiet here.. (see the perks of being next to the Cemetery?) except that the tram stop is right outside my door too, and the traffic serves as background noise.
There's alot of room here for me, and alot of room for customizing. I collect odd bottles, cat mugs and cactus plants to feel more at home. Here are the rest of my house:
This one's a shot of my breakfast. It's ordinary breakfast, but the fundamental part that you have to acknoledge is that I'm EATING.
Redundant emphasis on EATING. Note my heavenly canned stuffs. I come from a chinese foodsey home, I have to eat these to feel belonged.
Meet Choonie 2.
And Cat Cups.
And Boiley who thinks he's a bottle.