Reason why: Idleness.
The holidays are well over. And the daunting fact that trials are merely 2 months away has began to dawn on me. Making me very uneasy, perturbed and nervous. I've come to realize that time really is unforgiving. We stand and watch as the days dwindle away and yet there's nothing we can do about it. Alas! Our perpetual indulgence in ignorance has rendered us to live within vast obliviousness.
Enough with the sappy talk. Let's switch gears to something more cheerful. During the school break, I revisited Perth - my second home, as some people may call it (which I hate to disagree). I spent majority of the time hanging out with my cousins and watching rented DVDs in the garage all evening long. I also splurged on fast food and clothes and toured the city a lil' bit. It was 3 Degrees cold! I can't stand the abominable weather and especially so during the night. I've come to appreciate steaming, hot water, electric heaters and feet warmers - the things I would rarely use, given our Malaysia weather. Nonetheless, Perth is an idyllic, serene place for people who find relish in simple things. We resided in the suburbs and thus the sublimity. For me, a girl who has spent practically her entire life in the vibrant city was happy that I could finally catch a break and spend some time in seclusion, breathe in some salubrious suburban air, and to take in the placid setting and all its wonders of Perth. However, Perth's restricted shopping hours - absurb! The closing of the malls regularly at 5.30 PM sharp and the impossibility of remaining on city grounds after that hour, had rendered our residence in Perth very irksome to me. I was never a morning person so for me to get up early at the crack of dawn to go to the city everyday is an odious task. Time for shopping was very limited. We could only spend a few hours roaming the city and then retire to our home in Stirling.
Prior to our departure to Perth, my mom decided to drop the biggest bombshell on us telling us that she has dismissed all intentions to continue with the trip. Therefore, leaving us with no choice but to fly there by our lonesome. By lonesome, I meant me and my brothers. How do I describe my first-hand experience of travelling abroad alone? (My brothers are plain retards and don't give a shit if they got stranded in an airport so technically I WAS alone). Simply put, it was terrifying. Shouldering the responsibilty to attend to everyone's (my brothers) needs, to be in-charge of the boys, go through Australia's tedious security check (it's like they're runned by Talibans) may sound like a trifling business but its a lot to handle. Luckily, everything went smooth sailing and our trip from the aiport to my uncle's place was a seamless one. All thanks to me. I used to cringe at the thought of having to travel overseas alone some day but now I can finally put to rest the worries which assailed me.
That's all I can muster from my brain right now. Til the next time. Au revoir!
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