ciao amò
Maafkan, postingan kali ini rada kelam. Mungkin ke-gothic-an Pyro menginfeksi (Perth flu, anyone? LOL) ─ yg berikutnya gue tulis sesuatu yg leggero (ringan). Orrighty-ho ...
ciao amò
so here's what's happened these last few days.
this « fabulous » city - one that's been consistently ranked in the top ten of world's best cities year after year, numerously touted as one hell of a fun haunt for the young and younger-at-heart - is finally squeezing the last bit of fresh air out of me.
i'm lethargic to what the french dub «métro, boulot, dodo» it's a vicious cycle of commuting on the train, work, and sleep. day after day. i'm equally nonplussed as you might have been ... but it may be within reason to safely say this is owing to the very basic fact that i love the inconnu, the incognito in Italian I think. or the new world as it was called half a millenium ago. and this city is now rather of a pretty, massive blob of glob, inhabitated by uncultured platinum-bleached surfers/ surfeuses.
the anglosaxons are descending into a big ennui to me now. the novelty kind of wore off ... i don't know when. neither can i really be bothered to care about it.
one of the triggers may be the last two events, you know i went to la festa da françois, met a few people. nice enough can be said about them but the trouble with a new «mondo» you have to invest in some (or more) efforts to get to know them. and i did that. it really is funny, you know i'm no party goer, but I like to practise and hone up my social skills - ranging from meeting a complete stranger to really good mates - this is just a normal process to come to your final inimitability which will come in handy in later life. i know you can't charm people on every occasion, perhaps the party was dud, perhaps i was dud myself. possibly there was a poor clickability equation on mateship (or even curiosity) chromosomes between us. the other people were rather of a bland experience. a small talk that exhausts you with every friendly question you could muster.
there was this belgian who was too young to be let out in the big nasty world, a belgian who is just belgian. too keen on everything, a naive crowd pleaser eager to awe the circle of fraternity. oh god wait, it got worse, a young belgian in search of a cheap drinking hole in every australian city " ooh, how much does a beer cost in canberra, two dollars, woowww, you're kidding me! " pff...
there was this french who keeps making joke about being french. over and over. it wasn't too bad. except when i commented on something, when i genuinely put interest in the joke, the french didn't immediately respond, or ignore it. or asking me to repeat my question (in french) in inglese - che cazzo vuole! as though i was some form of «cretino». no, it was no fault of mine, the rest of the crowd was perfectly in the know. this french thought i was not good enough to converse in her language, quite possibly. chissà ...
is it definitely worth the investment, one is compelled to ask.
ciao ciao amore
je t'embrasse fort
tuo viaggatore australis
G.