When The Cold Wind Blows

Earlier this week when I was walking to school this line suddenly hit me, along with that tune. I stopped in my tracks and wondered 'wait where did that come from' before I remembered it was an army song. The second thing that hit me was 'wait again how does it go?' and to my immense satisfaction I COULD NOT REMEMBER. Til today I've still no idea how that song goes, and I'm really thankful for it. A small part at the back of my mind seems to remember it starts off by waking up in the morning, but the minute I say those 5 words another song starts playing in my head and the train of thought ends there.

So I've been here a month already and... I'm content. Not happy, the friends here can't really compare to the ones I've left behind and I met my dad for dinner because he happened to be here for the weekend and as he drove off there was a small pang and I felt all alone for a short while. Some times at night the bed feels too much like the one in camp, because of this weird Australian lack of faith in bolsters. (I've searched all over and not a single Australian shop sells bolsters. Very odd)

I guess apart from people what I really miss is the food. It's quite a simple common thing but I really do miss the Singaporean food. There are substitutes of all kinds due to the large number of Asians in Sydney, but somehow the same dishes don't really taste the same here as they do back home. Perhaps I'm being overly sentimental, which is (supposedly) not a good thing.

Autumn is coming soon. Seasons actually mean something here apart from game release dates, although I'll never get tired of the weather here.