time: 4:24pm
music: To be free- emiliana torrini
mood: cold.
well, hello my crazy lil minions =]
yes, this sporadic blogger is back. i figured this space needed new words so here i am: as you all would have probably guessed, i am back from the land downundah after a much-needed 2 weeks break. it's swell to be back. really. it is. i just miss it there. and this dingy feeling feels strangely much like homesickness. i shall spare you of my itinery and instead, share with you several conclusions i've made.
the first and most prevalent one of course is the fact that i truly love melbourne. everything and anything about it. i love the lifestyle, the city life, the shopping, the attractions, the man playing beats with empty water-drums along the street, the hulahoop christmas-tree-man, "william-the-balloon-man", the ocassional public couple spats, the art, the love, the buildings, the beach, the monuments, the skies, the stars, the history, the people, the nandos and especially, the open-ended conversations i always end up holding with dwnundah-ians. yummy-a-licious! melbourne is overflowing with culture and i love the energy emmittance!
two, i belong there madness. i was home away from home and loved every single moment. come to think of it, i always felt that way. 4 yrs, homesick for singapura, yes. but i suspect it to be more of guilt at having ultimate fun at the expanse of family members heartwrenches back "home". i'd be walking down the city streets smiling crazy to meself. snapping silly at the most random people, at the most random moments. and the craziest thing is, i derive pleasure from the simplest things! i'd get crazy goosebumps because this feeling is seriously beyond my wildest imagination. a niche to call mine.
three, "to each, his own". of course melbourne might be a whole big pile of poo to some. in fact, i experienced very poo-like situations myself in the whole 4 years. some, enough to scar for life. but nothing beats starwishing with favourite people on a wintry night blowing air and laughing at mindless jibes while fire escapades momentarily lighten the midnight skies. i miss yous. i miss it all.
well, it's been good to be back home. if you ask me, it's all in the name of perfeKt timing. 2 weeks puasa-ing in melby was a breeze because i barely felt thirsty (which is more an issue for me than hunger). and now i'm back to swathe meself with ramadhan-ness and festivities. i love this whole feel; the lagu raya on warna, the kuih-muihs, the ketupat making, lepat tasting, bunga api and just the whole family-jibe to it. raya gets abit redundant as we grow older, but for my family, it's all become the one time we really throw everything else aside to be together and bermaaf-maafan.
ok. ive done my bit of love now.
work calls. toodle-you-who-boo! =]
.love and peas.
