I woke up this morning to the incessant tapping on my window. Walked groggily and peered outside, my breath condensed on the glass window forcing me to rub on its cold surface for a better view. The morning was cold and noisy with snow pouring horrendously down onto the earth. I was a bit disgruntled and immediately jumped back into bed, snuggling under my duvet. When I woke up again a few hours later, I was really cutting the time short for my afternoon meeting. :/

On a cold day like today, there was nothing I love more than spending the day in bed all day long; internet, watching dvds, playing games or reading novels, while munching on potato chips and devouring on a cup of hot maggi. But it had been a while since I kept junk food stash in my room, so I went downstairs and a sweet smell wafted through my nostrils. Yay. I love the smell of baking and with that, the greedy anticipation of feasting on home-made goodies like cookies or hot muffins or brownies or cakes. I love my flatmates.



Went out again today. Walked through Hagley Park, felt the cold bitter wind numbing my skin. I was shivering under my coat as I trudged, freezing my thoughts. I saw an old couple crossing the street to go to the hospital - in a way, it was like dejavu. I am still on holiday but everything else still carries on anyway, without so much of a pause. I caught a bus to the city, walked around the city mall, splurging and finally made my last stop at starbucks for a cup of coffee.

During my last 3 years in New Zealand, Sharon was my faithful companion for Starbucks adventures each time we needed a reprieve from our stressed-out lives - it was always over cups of coffee that we drowned our sorrows and miseries over the last mishappen tests and then motivating each other and finally exchanging gossips of whats happening around our schools. I miss that. I realize I miss that a lot when I enter the starbucks outlet at the city mall today. I realize that I yearn for that closeness, that friendship, that brownies sharing, that pep-talks and laughter and jokes, that giddiness of clutching our shopping bags.


I hate this. It feels like I am only whining here kan. Whine, whine, whine when actually, there are a lot of things I should be thankful of but I still became fixated on other little things that I couldnt change. I felt like shaking myself for being ignorant and deaf and blind and being irrational. I felt like shaking these other thoughts off my mind. I wanted this cares and emotions to melt away when this side of the world was actually freezing. I hated the irony. When I walked home, I still saw unmelted snow dotting the sidewalk like pieces of white blanket, I deliberately stomped onto the white beads but they still wouldnt melt, stubborn.. but at least they didnt look as white anymore underneath my filthy shoemarks.