Of Ice Cream And Perth Spring
First and foremost, I'd like to extend an apology to anyone I might have worried with my earlier post on LJ. I was tired, hayfeverish, and somewhat disgruntled when I wrote it, and it didn't quite come off as I had intended. It was supposed to be a somewhat wry, self-mocking snipe at my own fundamentally untennable desire to be in control, but came off sounding plain whiny instead. A resigned, exasperated tone, I guess, isn't something that's that easy to convey within a single sentence. Anyway, to Mai and Shay, and anyone else who might have been concerned for my sake, I'm sorry for having worried you. Next time, hopefully, I'll actually read through what I've written before shooting it off for all the world to see.
Anyway, what to say of these last few days? To say that they've been rather uneventful would be an understatement, yet I somehow find myself unable to describe them as anything but fulfilling - inexplicably satisfying, in a not-quite-sane, irrational way. It's not just that nothing really went wrong in them, but also that so many tiny, miniscule things went right. Things too small to really be of any individual significance, but which, when compounded, made Tim a very happy guy indeed. The conversations I had with Shay and Diana, the bantering with my cousins after dinner, the way I argued in class. The tingling in my veins when I woke up on Monday morning, and even the perfect burnt-ness of the toast I ate for breakfast. It's all been so perfectly normal, yet so uncommonly satisfying. It's just impossible to explain.
The only real complaint I'd have to make is of the weather around here. Now, I'm not in the habit of criticising other peoples' living arrangements, but I can't help but feel there's something wrong with people who choose to settle in an area where early spring temperatures climb to above 30 degrees C, where rain is scarcer than dropped $100 notes and the skies shine an unhealthy bright blue. For one infatuated with thick clouds, heavy rain and storms such as me, it's pure torture, and to make matters worse, I sourly note that about 75% of the people I've spoken to since Sunday morning have cheerfully noted the 'perfect Spring weather.' I shudder to think of what it must be like here during the Summer. At least it's not humid like Singapore.
On a minor note, my employer at Gelares continues with his trend of asking me to work whenever I have classes. I swear the sod's doing it on purpose, since I've already given him my time table and told him when absolutely can't make it to his store. Truthfully, though, it doesn't bother me that much. The pay's a pittance, and I don't really need the extra cash anyway.
Anyway, what to say of these last few days? To say that they've been rather uneventful would be an understatement, yet I somehow find myself unable to describe them as anything but fulfilling - inexplicably satisfying, in a not-quite-sane, irrational way. It's not just that nothing really went wrong in them, but also that so many tiny, miniscule things went right. Things too small to really be of any individual significance, but which, when compounded, made Tim a very happy guy indeed. The conversations I had with Shay and Diana, the bantering with my cousins after dinner, the way I argued in class. The tingling in my veins when I woke up on Monday morning, and even the perfect burnt-ness of the toast I ate for breakfast. It's all been so perfectly normal, yet so uncommonly satisfying. It's just impossible to explain.
The only real complaint I'd have to make is of the weather around here. Now, I'm not in the habit of criticising other peoples' living arrangements, but I can't help but feel there's something wrong with people who choose to settle in an area where early spring temperatures climb to above 30 degrees C, where rain is scarcer than dropped $100 notes and the skies shine an unhealthy bright blue. For one infatuated with thick clouds, heavy rain and storms such as me, it's pure torture, and to make matters worse, I sourly note that about 75% of the people I've spoken to since Sunday morning have cheerfully noted the 'perfect Spring weather.' I shudder to think of what it must be like here during the Summer. At least it's not humid like Singapore.
On a minor note, my employer at Gelares continues with his trend of asking me to work whenever I have classes. I swear the sod's doing it on purpose, since I've already given him my time table and told him when absolutely can't make it to his store. Truthfully, though, it doesn't bother me that much. The pay's a pittance, and I don't really need the extra cash anyway.