3 continents, 3 lives, 3 days...
its the weirdest feeling in the world.
in just 72 hours i worked in London, partied in Singapore, and had supper with my favourite ppl in the world in perth.
Initially i was kindda bummed at having to leave London cause work was getting really fun and also by the time i get back everyone would have left.
But then i touched down in singapore and had the most AMAZING night at zouk, i loved the club, i loved the drinks, i loved the music, but most of all i loved the company, i just did not want the night to end. i was genuinely happy, euphoric even i dare say... to be back home.
At the same time though, the 20 week countdown was finally over and i got in to perth tonight. The first chance i got when i left perth 5 mths ago was to book a ticket back. guess some how i felt i left in such a rush, i left a lota loose ends that need tending to. But today at the fast eddies, (the only 24 hr diner in perth, where we spent many a night gossping, bitching, just hanging out)i think i received the closure i was looking for. That although it will always be my favourite place in the world, there is no life/love anchor ie. uni/work and marc, that ties me down anymore. And although some of my best and oldest friends live here, Perth is no Hollywood and i am no Paris Hilton and so an agenda of non-stop partying, and not working and/or studying is pretty much not an option.
but until i have to get back to realityy....there is nothing on the agenda but a GOOD TIMEE. hahhahah