The window open - A morning

The sunlight streams through strong and bright as early as 7 in the morning. And if that is not enough to bring you back from worlds ethereal back into this mundane one, the Kookabarras must add their chorus too.

"Good morning, Kookabarra" I mutter, staring out at the not-so-Secret-Garden of Australia. Ivy does not cover the walls for one, and neither is the place entirely overgrown. Just barely, in fact. But that's what you get with a large backyard and a family neither of whose thumbs are properly green. The trees are nice, though. We have three large ones and a few other young-ish saplings. They were probably planted by a past owner of this place. Just not sure which past owner. I suppose it doesn't matter. What matters is the trees stand now, invitingly to an assortment of birds - Kookabarra being one of them, extending shade and welcome to future owners. Or perhaps just giving them more to do, in terms of tidying up the garden. Ah well.

There can be no ownership without effort, though, I suppose. Or so my mom says. A house is just a house and not really a home if you don't live in it. Invest some time, emotions, sweat, and in some cases, money in the place. I suppose my first investment is liking the house. But it's really the least I can have - a home - considering I have to rebuild the rest. Ah well.

To work, then, to work. (a pun, some may get and some may not. ;p)

Fashion vs. Weather

People with a low tolerance for cold weather may sympathise more highly with me in this post. Especially those who are real fashionistas and believe in the 'oi leng moi mang' (want beauty, don't want life - direct translation) statement.

When I first came here on holiday bout 2 years ago, I brought minimal clothing so as not to have too much luggage and a pair of shopping slippers and a pair of sports shoes. My clothes consisted of long sleeve tops, vests I could layer with and long pants. No shorts.
By the end of the three week trip, I was dying to get back and start wearing shorts and sleeveless tops again. Bleh.

This time around, it's no 'easy' two week trip that'll end just round the next corner. So because I'm stubborn and yes, I'm one of those 'oi leng moi mang' people, I've decided not to care anymore! I mean, I know la that jeans are like the easiest thing to match (and thank God they're also the warmest thing around) but a girl would like some variation too. And I get so jealous when I see other girls (who've obviously been here longer than I have) sporting shorts and skirts. So, here my act of defiance! I'm wearing tropical shorts today! Hmph!

*legs turn into ice cream sticks* ah well..... -_-"