It's amazing how 168 hours can pass by so quickly. What seemed like an eternity flew by like how the second hand inched towards the next mark on the clock. I hate this feeling. This undescribable feeling. When will this chapter end? How will this chapter end? I fear for the worst - too many "what ifs", "maybes" and "so whats". Nonetheless, I still have another 168 hours to salvage my soul, to protect my heart. I'm very thankful, yet scared... Sorry...
Got back from Sydney at slightly past 2 early this morning. DFO (Direct Factory Outlet) wasn't that marvelous as well. I suppose one, like many aspects of life, can never get the best of two worlds right? The place is no doubt huge, but it only has few of my kind of labels. Anyway, I bought 2 jackets and 2 sweaters there. Now that I bought the tops, I needed to get a pair or two of jeans. The bimbo in me whined and complained (to Rus) about how there isn't any good labels to purchase a pair from. Needless to say, I continued my hunting at downtown Sydney. Luckly, I managed to see a really nice pair in the very first shop I walked in. Tried on a A$440 pair. Yes, it's uber nice. But, it's uber exorbitant! (Though I made a mental note to save up a little and get it at the end of the year.) Anyway, I tried on a more affordable one and bought it. It's my first but definately not the last. Finally, my shopping trip's complete. (Even so, I went on to buy a pair of slippers 5 minutes later.) So yes, I spent quite a sum on retail therapy but the excitement and happiness didn't seem to last.
Food was different this time round. We had tim sum for lunch and Indonesian food for dinner. Neither was awesome nor awful. I was about to say that perhaps I still miss Japanese food but on second thoughts, I'd take that back because I don't think that's true. I don't think I really love Japanese food a lot. I like to eat many other kind of cuisines too. Heck. I'm just thinking too much.
*Talking to my sister...*
*Okay. Done*
Darn. I lost my train of thought. Oh yes, the rain...
"Those who knows that I love the rain, put your hands up."
One might ask, "what so great about water pouring from the sky?"
The rain seems to remind me of many things - each rain drop is like a unique memory of something special. I love how the rain can be cold, chilly and wet yet it can be passionate, romantic and emotional (,though not entirely opposites). Okay, this is just the emo-side of me typing...
Although I'm a believer of fate, I also believe that one has to work for fate to happen. And I'm going to do that now.
*Picks up phone to message*
Maybe it might not be a cold, lonely night after all...
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