Dreams of the dreamer

What a week. What a Easter.

There are things that makes studying overseas worthwhile, things that alleivate the pain of seperation, things that reliefs the constant thorn of homesickness, things that makes you believe that the choice has always been right. Not that i did not know that from the start. In fact i have always did, the choice was mine, wasn't it? It wasn't because of NUS, or their rejection, but for the will to have a great time overseas. I am having it now.

As most of you most likely have access to my facebook, i'm guessing pictures speak louder that whatever words i could put here. So yeah. Great Ocean road was awesome, and long trips on the roads always make me think, and ponder life's questions. Questions that are perhaps answered already before i ponder them. But i kinda like answering questions that i know the answer to, perhaps it feeds my ego in some wierd way, or perhaps rethinking the answers add things to the answers to make them more complete. Puffing billy too was great. And surfing was just sensational. But yeah. they were great fun, and as i said, made studying overseas worthwhile, but through this weekend, i do still have some questions..

Perhaps the most important is how i do not miss home, not so much anyway. I could lie and say i miss the food, the home and the lay of the land. But i don't. Sure i would fancy some bak kut teh or some kuay chap, but I'm cool with nando's, with sofia's with La porchetta's. Like i do not really need to go back for food. I miss my room, a little, but not that much, like i could remember the general layout and the colour of my room, but not the exact shade, it seems so faded in my mind, was the green really that faded, or is that just the sepia camera of my eyes? I am happy enough with a ceiling above me and a bed i could call my own here. A room of my own with perfect privacy and freedom within it, what more could i ask. I miss my friends, and that is perhaps something i miss the most. Chilling out doing nothing, Watching movies. It just seems different. But yeah, i seek solace in the fact that they would miss me the way i do. And i'm there in spirit. Like sometimes, i feel them with me, the way i speak, i act, the way i take some of your tricks and your fun and incorporate them into myself. The way sometimes how i look at myself and say, 'Damn Wong, that's damn Jon/Reub/Ran/Zhou'. But yeah, other than that, I would like to say i miss my parents alot, but fact is i don't. I do love them and i believe they do love me. Which is why i do not miss them, for i believe we are always in each other's hearts anyway. Its not how much we see each other, or how much we do, or how much we talk, its something deeper, something unfathomable. Something that i could not explain everytime i see everyone talking about how the home is missed. And fact is, I really love this place, the people, the culture, the music, the food, the school, the room, everything. Its great. It really is. And i almost feel i could live here.

Someone tell me why? I want to want to go back, but fact is, i don't feel as though i need to.