Thoughts on Melbourne

So Jamie tweeted, welcoming me back to the blogsphere last night (which was very sweet of her, of course). But what was more interesting is that this happened immediately after:

Referring to the blue graph, not the face.

Anyway, the count is not that many if I am falsely giving you that impression, its just the sudden jolt that I was pleasantly surprised by. The point of it all, is just to inform you that Jamie is a force not to be reckoned with (don't ever cross her path cause you will be stampede by a herd of angry followers, and you've been warned!).... now to ease the  tension with a friendly lol.

I know I probably mentioned the above statement a few times already; but I like to repeat myself, so sue me if you think it is a crime. Anyway,

My time in Melbourne is almost at an end,  I could have went back with les parents a week-plus ago but I decided on a slow transition home in case I loose my head in the process. I will be flying off exactly on the last day of the year, in three more days (on the 31st December 2011 to be exact). 

"Oh, 31st December? Oh so sad that you have to spend New Years Day on the flight"

NO I AM NOT GOING TO!!! I will depart and land on the same day, so sorry to disappoint *troll face*. Time for another lol to ease the tension... again.

Anyway it is really hard to squeeze every single ounce of my experiences in Melbourne in a single blog entry, let alone in a single sentence. With a gun pointed to my head, I believe my time time spent in the Land Down Under can be summarized into three words... I love it, or rather j'aime beaucoup beaucoup (for those of you who are slightly pretentious like I am.)

this is very surprising for me because I came here with the same thinking as everyone else, and it goes like this:

"Take me by the tongue and I'll know you... Kiss me 'til you're drunk and I'll show you..."

What I meant to say is, that it goes more like this:
"You going to Melbourne? It is just EXACTLY like KL, EVERYONE IN KL IS THERE!"

I was repetitively reminded of the similarities that I would encounter, and the only difference in Melbourne is worse weather and a few added racists. Everyone got the weather part right; but en general, I saw Melbourne as the greener side of the garden which I grew to love - don't get me wrong, I am not implying that one city is better than the other, they're just different.

only less than 9 months spent here, and I am already starting to feel a little reluctant to leave (hopefully temporarily) this beautiful city that treated me better than I thought it would. Though I have to admit, it is still confusing to me sometimes because I am not entirely sure what exactly about Melbourne that I love... is it the city? or rather the feeling of independence? I can't tell.

What I do know is that I owe much to the people that brought me here - the parents that worked so hard everyday, and the siblings that gave up their opportunities so I could have mine. I never once imagined an opportunity like this, and I know many people dare not even begin to. No, you probably don't have to remind me how lucky I am and how much of my blessings I should count, because I tell myself that everyday that I am here...

Well, there are so much left for me to reflect upon and write about; but I think it will be best if it end here for now...until then.