i still love the scent of rain

I don’t know why I inflict such things on myself all the time.

See, sometimes, on some mornings, I get dressed and get ready and eat breakfast to the sounds and sights of Sunrise. It’s a habit from the first year of uni which i never really shook off, which I dont think I necessarily will, anyway.

Yesterday, I was doing just that. They were broadcasting Live from Melbourne. I got so depressed. I felt a strange feeling of homesickness akin to the feeling when I think of Singapore sometimes. So, I decided to make a Singaporean breakfast for myself–curry and prata–comfort food by virtue of familiarity.

There I was, in the kitchen (there’s a TV in there too), soaking in the sights of beloved Melbourne and making curry. You try making curry and prata when your class is about to start in an hour. It’s not a good idea. In fact, it’s a really bad one.

(While I was cooking, one of my housemates walked in, dishevelled. He told me he’d just woken up from a bad dream–a chicken had come to him, telling him that its father had been murdered, so it was now terribly lonely. My housemate looked really troubled, shook his head, and then he went back into his room. So random, right?)

At 8:45, I was finally enjoying my comfort curry and miserable instant prata. (Actually they taste pretty good lah.) It takes 20 minutes to get to class. I wasnt even dressed yet. My class started at nine.

Today, at seven, I decided to watch Sunrise again, knowing full well what was in store. So, why do I inflict such things on myself? Melbourne’s like a first love without a clean break up. No matter how I’ve moved on, I’d still feel that pang of longing everytime I’m reminded of it.

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