germac
1st june 1983
gemini
playful
stubborn
irritating
procrastinator
a try-to-be perfectionist
good reads - jodi picoult & victor gorelick
classic flicks
music - rhythm is my life
sleeping
fluffy comforters
delectable and enticing food
compulsive obsession with freddo frogs
pastel colors
special treats and surprises
helium balloons
strawberry and mango body butter
doodling
airport arrival halls
will love to visit the 7 wonders one day
I am human again...
The former 2 weeks were plain insane and preposterous. My brain got so fried and derailed, I almost went bananas. Life was just screwy and a total whacko... Finally, it's all over. Finito. I have submitted my very last assignment and as of today, I am a footloose woman. *squeals* Buay Buay onuses, deadlines, destitute sleep and hello TV, bed and of course, blogger! =)
Seemingly, I guess the completion of my course will spell a halt to my aussie epoch too. Returning to my home country for keeps is in cert, a long-waited hanker at length. Still, a swelling horde of this year's marvelments was actually brewed in Melbourne. A tower of peachy affairs in the past 9 months has spawned a channel of beautous memories and amidst them all, I reckoned the gradual attainment of my independence was the best gift that mirrored the greatest purport. Having to accomplish everything in a self-sufficing manner was no easy task; tears were shed without reachable shoulders and loneliness was felt without succor on deck. Yes, it was tough. Exceedingly tough, if I must add. But preceding this chain of ordeals, I'd survived, miraculously!
Melbourne's Nightlife at the Observatory Deck
Indeed, I will miss Melbourne... miss its food, the footy with its euphoric atmosphere, the erratic weather, the lifestyle and in striking distinction, the people... That implied with due injustification, I still can't wait to go back to Singapore. =P
For now, the retreat to the birth of my comfort zone will be declared my new kicker of zest till I next:
- see all my precious love ones
- stride down Orchard Road
- savour a plate of chicken rice bearing true Singaporean flavour
- shake my booty with the gers at Zouk
- start the morning shift at 7am
Epilogue: My present take on the possibility of studying Honours next year? Positive. Only when pigs fly.
P.S: As requested, the ballad playing in the background is by song artiste Janice Wei, titled "Never Let You Go".
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Secret Garden, Bruce Springsteen
She'll let you in her house
If you come knockin' late at night
She'll let you in her mouth
If the words you say are right
If you pay the price
She'll let you deep inside
But there's a secret garden she hides
She'll let you in her car
To go drivin' round
She'll let you into the parts of herself
That'll bring you down
She'll let you in her heart
If you got a hammer and a vise
But into her secret garden, don't think twice
You've gone a million miles
How far'd you get
To that place where you can't remember
And you can't forget
She'll lead you down a path
There'll be tenderness in the air
She'll let you come just far enough
So you know she's really there
She'll look at you and smile
And her eyes will say
She's got a secret garden
Where everything you want
Where everything you need
Will always stay
A million miles away