:: I really need someone to accompany me to the airport. Accompany me so that I would feel being accompanied, or help me to carry my lap top, cuddle me and kiss me goodbye, whatever. During the two hours phone conversation, mentioned something intensively touched my heart. What if I never ever return to Sydney again? Would I get a bf in KL instantly in one month time? Silly. You silly head.
Lying on the bed continously curling my hair around my finger for a very long time, I finally got my real answer. No more hedging, no more excuses, no more half-true answers or not-true-at-all answers. This is what I should say without sounding vague, or following up with a dumb ‘i dont know’, or sounding brutally ruthless. ruthlessly brutal. unkind. uncertain.
Unfortunately this place does not belonged to me. No matter how luxury , how prosperous, how gorgeous, how classy , how elaborate, it is still not my place.
Like moving to Sydney, I dont know what was going on before. Other people might have stronger connection than me. There are other people fingerprints on the wall, the bed has the smell of sex. And I dunno why the swimming pools have the stains of blood.
I am just a coconut's country type of village girl. Wearing a pink hibiscus in my hair. Hopping around chasing the pussy cats that are making love on the street. Born in a little tropical island that is rich with coconuts' smell, famous with its black paper and curry spices, multiculture and multilingualistic.
A simple reason would turn the whole thing round. There is a unique reason keeping me to stay in Sydney. Not luxuries. I hope I had made the accurate judgement based on my intensity. Is it ridiculous to rely soley on intensity? Well we will never know what will happen tomorrow.
My MAS flight already confirmed at 2nd of January, 10.50pm, arriving at 3.50am the next day.
Right after the New Year 2007 countdown celebration in Circular Quay, which is known as the best place on earth for fireworks viewing, I would head back to KL immediately.
Pretty headache to deal with all my junk stuffs. Two overweighted luagages. An Acer laptop. Freaking heavy for me. Carry them like a humpy-dumpy, hopefully wont have a great fall and crush it.
I wonder what is the first thing I should do when i arrive KLIA. Camwhore ? May be. No! Would buy a cab ticket first.
I wonder what is the first thing I wanna eat. Hm.. roti canai? nasi lemak? Wan Tan Mee ? McD ? or Nandos?
I wanna meet my long-lost friends May YAn, Azlina, Yan Pei and Pui Yee.
I wanna give a call to someone in Sydney that I'll definitely miss very much.
Dont worry. Aussie would be my future home after one year.
I will be back again. To see you, to meet you, to cuddle you, to kiss you !
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