i'm ba-ack.

I got back on Thursday night, but I've been lagging out for the last couple of days, so please excuse me if I haven't given you a shout since then. In fact updating this blog was one of the last things on my list, but Sunday mornings have this effect on me, like the air smells different or something, and there's just this peaceful feeling of nostalgia that makes me want to reflect on things. It's these lazy Sunday mornings that are part of what makes Perth home for me.

Anyway, if you haven't already gathered from my sappy sentimental intro, it's been a pretty packed last three or so weeks. I've experienced so, so much, in such a short period of time, that I am still trying to digest everything that has happened. I attempted to keep a diary of all my exciting adventures, but not surprisingly, for reasons already mentioned, it never made it past the first entry.

In short though, Singapore was -as a Singlishman would say- damn SHIOCK. Everyone was so nice and accommodating, and it made our stay extremely fun. I have to say though, the weather was like a wet blanket trying to smother an unsuspecting tourist (yours truly). Okay, I exaggerate. Apparently the weather was actually quite good the three days that we were there, because it had been raining or monsooning or flash flooding a few days prior to our arrival. But if there's anything I learnt about Singapore, it's that you should never judge the weather from indoors. And for a girl who always dresses for the wrong weather, it was a hard lesson learnt. In my defense though, the aircon inside the airport was about ten degrees, give or take a couple. So when I'd first landed, Mum and I adventurously took the MRT down to Orchard Road, with me looking ever so cool in my jumper, and totally not looking like the obvious, unprepared tourist. And that was fine...until we got off, made our way out of the airconditioned tunnels, and then got blasted with a hot air hadouken. Mmmmm, nice.

Hahaha, but flash-floods and hadoukens aside, the weather isn't that bad. Apologies to my s'pore friends, as I'm sure they've heard it all already- I went on about it a little longer than I intended to. But what else would you expect from a pasty asian who sets up camp in her room during summer?

Haha, anyway...it looks like I shall continue this in another post, because Dad's made breakfast. I hope it's rice noodles!

Much love to y'all from Perth :)