::9 Days Off::




Time flies, especially when you are in that happy moment. 9 days off I spent not as worthy as I planned. I haven't been to the beach in the early morning. I haven't finished reading The Kite Runner. I haven't caught a camera. I haven't visited the zoo. I haven't hired a car to drive to Bodhivana Monastery, Thai temple. And also I haven't visited the Dandenong Ranges. 

On the other hands, I did things I didn't plan. 

On tram number 16 I took from home on that Friday evening, I sat opposite a hippie lady. She was listening to music while making bracelet. I didn't know if she did beautiful bracelet, but one thing I knew was her voice was real amazing. I jumped off at St.Kilda to join the St.Kilda Festival, but all were done for that day. I fell down at first but to walk with the windy weather on the seashore could heal. I walked, walked, and walked from the seashore to restaurants zone and met that hippie lady selling her bracelets on the street. She remembered me and of course I remembered her. At night, I stopped at one bracelets stall. It wasn't different from others, the sellers were just really friendly. A lady said hi and promoted her stuffs. From her accent, I knew immediately she wasn't the local and I was right, they are an Argentinian couple holding one year working visa. We talked and talked. I miss this feeling seriously. The feeling when I traveled alone and got to know people along the journey. 

I joined mini concert of Jessica Mauboy, a part of Indigenous Art Festival at Fed Square. She reminded me of younger Tata Young, very talented singer. 

Eventually, I joined the St.Kilda Festival on the last day of festival. There were many people, some came with friends and some came with family. Some walked, some sat, some danced, some chitchatted, some laughed, some took pictures and these made me feel that I was in Australia!

I went to Brunswick Flea Market. There was nothing special, except that northern umbrella style from my country, Thailand. I thought I was in Borsang. Perhaps, importing traditional goods from Thailand to sell here can make some money. It wasn't interesting market, so I took train to Altona, where I planned to come alone in the early morning someday. A plan that I wanted to do before going back to school, but I didn't do it.

On every Monday, there is special movie fare promotion at Cinema Nova. You know, I've never missed anything like this. I watched Her and 12 Years A Slave. I adored the first one. 

Many people recommended me to try coffee and cake at Brunetti. I did. However, Mario's Coffee House is still the number one in my heart. 

I ended up my 9 days off with walking and looking around the Sustainable Living Festival after the rain. I confirm the Melbourners love ecosystem, seriously.

::Bless The Broken Road::




no, i haven't met that man yet.
but i know, i know.
someday he will stand in front of me.


happy valentine's day.

::Wanderlust::




all of my journeys make me fall in love with not knowing where i am. to look right and left and straight ahead is unfamiliar. getting lost especially in the cities happens very often, and i still love it this way. i love traveling alone because i know friendships are waiting for me along the journey. however, i don't mind if my favorite fellow travelers will go with me. sometimes, or more often than sometimes, the way my journey turns out isn't the way i'd thought it would. i did worry, but not anymore because i know it's called adventure. and my adventure will never be the same as someone else's, yours either.

tonight, i'm so struck by the wanderlust.