Good day mate! I've finally found the right mood to elaborate on my trip! This cold windy day, with the construction workers directly outside my house digging up the ground for god knows what reason, has me all enthusiastic to share my experience with all you special people. Sit-down with Asyraf (or Ash as I'm known in Australia, so cheeky HAHA). Waaay cool.
Let me just say there were quite a few special moments during the trip. And of those, I would like to highlight one: the parting of ways from my parents at Changi Airport. Lets just say I don't usually very often hug my parents, especially my dad. When I did so, my mom cried and my dad had tears in his eyes. You know, being macho, I tried my best not to cry. But, must always have but's one, my voice gave way. In my attempt to cheer my parents up, I let loose a very shrilly tone, you know those you get when you are gonna cry but trying to hold back those emotions from overflowing. Gosh, I've never felt so awkward ever before! (Well there was that time in Primary 1 on the first day of school when I wouldn't stop crying, and in Primary 4 when two of my friends bullied me after school, and AAARGH there's too many. Sorry, I used to be a cry baby).
Moving on, while on the plane as I was about to sleep, I changed to an audio channel and it was broadcasting a Westlife song from their very old album Coast to Coast called Swear it Again* And when I heard the chorus, my thoughts were diverted to my parents. For the first time, I missed home so badly that I didn't really want to go on the trip. Well as you know the outcome of this story, I couldn't possibly tell the pilot to turn around just cause I felt homesick. I went to Australia and thoroughly enjoyed myself with my parents on the backburner in the my mind.
Words never seem to be able to find its place in these crucial periods.
