I don’t understand. over a year ago I was crazed about Singapore. I was amazed with the city, with everything that is so neat, so pretty, so glamorous, and so remarkable sight. But now, well, yes I do still feel amazed of what it has, but nothing more than that. When I arrived in the International Airport, the place was incredibly wow, but that’s it. So different in feeling when I was traveling to Bodalla, or any part of australia like Blue Mountains and every park that I mingled with, including the blacktown. Before I was so vehement living here in Singapore, but now… not a small part of my heart said I should live here. And I won’t live here.

I’m not at home yet, but I feel so home sick. not homesick to my real home (Indonesia) but my new “home”, Australia. I guess this is what they called reverse cultural shock. Althought I had never experienced the culture shock, but now I do get reverse cultural shock.

I hate to be in the place where people are speaking with my language. I hate the fact that even we spoke the same language we still had less hospitality rather than those people that who speak different language. I don’t know why, but maybe because it’s just the way we are.

I miss the Aussie nature…

I miss my vollies friends…

“just because it is, doesn’t mean it should be”