Deadpoet’s Cave

Finally have some time off to write a short blog entry. Bringing family around is arduous and tiring. I’m glad to have my parents around and more than happy to show everyone around, but suddenly having to deal with everyone’s idiosyncracies all at once is, well…

Irritating.

This ‘holiday’ is not normal life. I barely have time to do anything. And I’m not really doing anything. Been to most of the places I’ve been bringing my family around too. So much so that I’ve not taken a single photo since graduation. Amazing.

Phillip Island today. But first, have to accompany my sister to the city to get some chocolate.

Somehow supposed to pack all my stuff in an hour, before I meet Denise. Guess I’ll just have to do it after Phillip Island. Don’t see myself arriving home until midnight.

Joanne’s leaving today. Which makes me realise I haven’t had time to write any cards or buy presents or anything. So many things left undone. Seems like the same old story.

Everyone’s either not blogging or blogging that they are happy to get away and be left alone. We all need a break. The COSDU Yahoo Group is gathering dust. (Just vocalised yesterday that the next time the group picks up, I’ll only be an observer from afar. Something I’ve known for some time, but just haven’t said out loud.)

As I’m writing all this, I suddenly realise that I need MY OWN BREAK. Away from family and friends. I’m not going to get it though, unless I keep a low profile when I’m back home. Then it’s the KL trip.

Read Patsy’s crossroads entry. Dunno. Feel that that’s all the things we are supposed to hear, supposed to believe in. Doesn’t make the pain go away. Doesn’t make me feel any better. Grow? Yeah, I’m growing all the time.

Wasn’t intending to write a depressed blog entry but hey, that’s the way I’m feeling at this very moment.

P.S. Re: bachelor of arts - Admin error. Doesn’t say much for the University of Melbourne.

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My family arrived in Melbourne this morning. I was at the airport at 7.10 a.m. Their flight was scheduled to arrive at 6.55 a.m. but arrived at 7.05 a.m. That meant I was only five minutes late. Well, that’s assuming customs didn’t exist.

An hour went past. This, I thought, was normal. The first time I arrived in Melbourne, it took me about an hour to clear customs. I was not duly worried. 8.30 a.m. approached. I was supposed to collect the house keys from Ming Yin’s sister at this time. But I was still at the airport. Msged to say that I’d be late. Also told Joanne that I’d need the car a little longer than expected.

8.30 a.m. came and went. Sometime or other, the flight was off the arrivals board. I tried calling Denise and Mum. Phones not available. Hmmm… couldn’t be that I got the wrong date. Called home. No answer.

After nearly TWO hours of waiting, I finally catch sight of Denise. The story is that the airplane landed but had to REVERSE or something. Probably missed the gate or was reassigned to another gate. Problem: Impatient Singaporeans already standing up, waiting to de-plane. Aircraft couldn’t move until EVERYONE was seated.

So that took some time.

This delay caused a jam at customs because there were two or three other flights that arrived at the same time. Actually, they arrived later but the standing up fiasco caused most of the passengers from the few consecutive flights to turn up at the customs desk simultaneously. Further delay.

Meanwhile, SQ baggage goes round and round the mulberry bush.

More flights and baggage arrive, so SQ227 baggage get downgraded from mulberry bush to floor.

Meanwhile, I go take a dump and place my clip-on sunnies on the toilet paper dispenser. Reminder to self: Take clip-ons after doing business.

I come out of the toilet, and finally see my entire family!

Almost forget to pay for parking. Suddenly remember that I left my clip-ons in the toilet… too late!

40 km/h traffic on the Tullamarine Highway. Thank goodness for small mercies. If I had been in a cab, the trip would have cost a bomb.

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We have an early lunch at Stalactites, a Greek place on Lonsdale. Good Souvlaki! =)

Bump into Michelle and her mum on Swanston. Bring my parents to the Rialto, then to the Shrine and to the Royal Botanical Gardens. Pass by rehearsals for ‘Shakespeare in the Park’. Lead actor not bad.

After going around a bit, pass by the actors again on the way out. Take closer look at lead. No. Can’t be. Hugo Weaving???

a.k.a. Agent Smith (in the Matrix)

Someone told me before that he’s Australian. (I thought he was British.)

Family debates about actor’s identity. I argue that he looks the same as the character in the Matrix, what’s more, he’s wearing sunnies and bears an uncanny resemblance to Smith. Just have to picture him in a suit instead of the Outback outfit (complete with cowboy hat) that he was wearing. Denise said that his voice was the same (once you ignore his native Aussie accent).

Hmmm… the last time we were on holiday, we saw a man in Venice who looked exactly like Antonio Banderas. He vehemently denied it of course.

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Tommorrow is graduation! I think it’s finally sunk in… =)

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