McMahon’s Point, NSW

Somewhere during the measly fifteen minute window of internet connectivity that we had to pay one buck for, I found a reason to breathe properly again. How can I not, when such undeserved grace has been so generously dispensed unto the beads of sweat that had formed on my palms.

And, how can I make you believe that this place is more beautiful than what I can capture in mere words and photographs? Will write more coherent blog posts when I’m back from my excessively indulgent holiday with the finest company, food and entertainment! ‘Till then, do keep warm! :)

I get a bit restless and impatient during the more quiet afternoons at work. So on little fluorescent Post-Its and with pens that don’t work quite well, I’d quickly write down the plans that I want to execute as soon as I get home. They include the serious (send out resumes), the boring (throw out worn/torn shoes) and the whimsical (hunt for the perfect pair of black oxford flats – finally found ‘em after what seemed like years!).

The frantic buzz of adrenaline from sitting for my finals all in the span of a few days seem to still linger around in the days of post-exams and plant its seed in the most unfashionable way. Hence, the holidays so far have been nothing but a mad flurry of activities just jostling its way for more space on the calendar.

It’s four in the morning right now. That’s one more hour until I have to leave for my biannual gastronomical pilgrimage to Sydney! As much as I want to embark on a carefree escapade to one of my favourite cities in the world, I’m honestly in a big swirly mess. This is the season of my life where I balance precariously on a tightrope tethered to the pillars that have been the foundations of my life, mostly God, people who love me and whom I love, and every single grain of hope left in me.

One night as I lay in bed, I yearned deeply for my lover, but he did not come. So I said to myself, ‘I will get up now and roam the city, searching for him in all its streets and squares. But my search was in vain. The watchmen stopped me as they made their rounds, and I said to them, ‘Have you seen him anywhere, this one I love so much?’