A one way ticket has been booked under my name. Unpaid, but booked. I thought my mind was made up, I knew what I want.. but I can't seem to get myself to pay for the bloody ticket (well, since money doesn't just come out of my arse, paying means committing, at least that's what I think anyway). I've consulted several people who've left Melbourne about whether they're happy with their decisions. All of them are, but they miss Melbourne a lot.
I have a few "consultants" in Melbourne as well. One of them encouraged me to go because she reckons this is my one third life crisis (nobody wants to live until they're 100 years old, she said, hence the one third instead of a quarter). Since she's gone with hers, she wants me to go with mine. And she is almost sure that I'm gonna be back in Melbourne in 4-5 months.
Another one suggested to make a list of the pros and cons of leaving. It made sense when he said it and I thought it could really help... but at the end of the day, I couldn't be bothered gathering points to build that list, so I bought the fisheye camera.. to get my mind off the list and off my indecisiveness.. hehehe..
Now the ticket is due in a week and the magic of the fisheye camera is a bit worn out. So I have to really think about things.. although actually, wait until the last minute and toss a coin is more like my decision making strategy. Well, sooner or later I have to stop doing that, so I'm now.. going to make the list. 5 days, one point a day, starting now.
Today, 2 May 07
A policeman buzzed my apartment late in the evening, looking for someone who used to live here. Apparently he has a parking ticket that is long due and that police dude wants me to give him some letter or something. The person has left the country, and even if he's still here, why on earth would he think that I would want to hand the person that letter?!?!?!
The policeman then asked for my name, I said "Pam" (although on second thought, I think I shouldn't have given him my name.. What if he's not a real policeman and he's a psycho trying to... to.. to... Hmm, I should stop watching those thrillers.. anyway). Then he asked for my last name. I said "I don't have one" (sad but true). He didn't sound happy with my answer, but he kept on talking "rarararara" I listened, and he carried on "rarara.. the person can be called to court, there's no need for you to be rude." And he hung up.
I wonder when I was being rude. Was it my saying that I don't have a surname? Crap.. Life is pretty rough for someone without a surname.
So, the score: Melbourne 0 - Indonesia 1
Anyway, the rule to this is.. if there's nothing disappointing about Melbourne, I'd have to give the point to Indonesia because Melbourne is supposed to impress me. Hehehe.. that'll make it easier.
Alright then.. til tomorrow..
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from my experience, living in indonesia has its vices. it is frustrating. very frustrating. no doubt about it. but it also has all its sweetness and charm. i like to think of it as a bittersweet experience, or a love&hate relationship. i know making a decision is hard, but i would just go with it. try and see.. well, u only live once. and we're still young. if indonesia doesn't work out the way we wanted it to work out, then ... we could just move to africa.. or london.
one thing i've seen from my short short trip. melbournians are far less friendly compared to people in europian countries.
Parisian surprisingly not that rude, though the Austrian indeed took my heart. Especially those who lives in a smaller city like Graz. Saying hello to strangers is not an uncommon ocassion.
But even in bigger city like Vienna, people are generally very friendly.
So maybe Melbourne 0 - Indonesia 0 - Europe 1!. Let's go to europe!!
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