I really love my room

Here I am, comfortable in my own space. Somewhere that I feel most at home. (other than when I am physically with my whole family.) Everywhere I look, I see things I love and cherish. I look at my table, I see stationery that I have collected for many years and chucked untidily in a wire basket. I see documents and notebooks shelved on a Cluck Cluck waxed grey table organizer. (love it so much and don't think i will return it very soon. Customers won't appreciate it as much as i do and it will collect dust on the shop's shelf for a longgg time. I am not justifying myself. Lol. ) I got a rather big notice board I bought recently from Popular bookstore that I plan to decorate on top of my 5 years old cheapo printer. My drawers house things like the stickers that have accumulated since i was a child, gourmet food and tea that I couldn't bear to use yet, miscellaneous crafting materials that I look through time to time, swaroski crystals that I wanted to make into jewellery or sun catchers. My ipad nearby saves most of the new books, magazines and comics that I read. All around me I have room decor that i have kept for years and finally found a surface to display, and I realized they are mainly white and are shaped like birds and chickens. Hahah! Everytime my mom or friends enters the room she will exclaim how my room feels like a shop. My father even ventured to say that I have "cute things". I love to lie on my bed, snuggling on my bolster where I am surrounded by all my pillows and stuffed animals or reading a good book. Hmmm... I like the sound of the whirling of fan and the otherwise silence of the home, especially in the night. I love my collections of small animal figurines, crystals, washi tapes, Japanese fabric, seeds, notebooks and essential oils. I missed my collection of books in my old home, but I'm also happy that they aren't here to clutter my new room. What I love most about this place is that it re established my identity, my interests and hobbies. There is no where else I feel most comfortable with because this place is exclusively mine. I personally build this place from scratch. (well.. sort of. The floor and curtains and walls were here.)  

Australia 2012- part 2

Argh... I'm still on Melbourne timing. It's 3 hours later than Singapore and the effect is killing me. I will wake up at 5am and feel very groggy at 9pm. It is quite bad 2 nights before when i actually felt drowsy while driving home at 11pm after work. Why why why!?

Today is a fluke. I slept at like 9pm and woke up at 3am. It's kinda good cos I get the chance to ... slack, without feeling guilty. Read abit of little thing magazine, finish all my pending animes, eat some mutton stew and fruits i found in the fridge, flip through my new planner, pin new stuffs. How indulgent. There is something very comforting about the night. The silence and solace wrap me like a cloak. No distractions at all. Maybe i should do this more often.

Back to the topic on hand

I love Australia because...

It is wonderfully quirky and cheerful. I see odd collections of dinosaur figurines on a window still and a giant 
vertebrae outside a clinic. I have been to Italy and Japan during Spring but Australia struck me as the most effortlessly happy so far. Spring, i would think, should be a season of great cheer. The country has just shaken off the lethargy and darkness of winter so people should be more alive right? Not so much for Italy. Everyone still look so dreary. Dark coats, shuffling feet, slanting brows, noses perpetually to the ground. I guess it was still too cold.Tokyo however, was on a perpetual high. But everyone i see has a fixed look on their eyes. They says "yes, i have a loud, trilling voice and my face looks happy and energetic but I am so so bored, i am doing all this because i need to do it and not because i like it." Everything seemed like a facade somehow. Australia seemed different. People dance on streets at night when the temperature feels like a minus 10 (granted they are drunk and all), people are talking happily and unaffectedly everywhere. Most people i observed (even in the hospital) look so genuine whether they had just met, or talking to each other. It seem almost scary. Oh i also found that most Australians have a jaunty walk. They have a particular bounce to their steps lol. They are also particularly colorful. Unlike the Italians, Japanese, Honkies who seemed to favor dark colored clothes, the Australians likes bright and cheerful colors. Hmm, makes me feel like flying there now. :) In fact my constant refrains in the vacation was how i wished i studied there. I don't wish to stay there forever. But studying there will be such a pleasure.