The rain has finally let up.

I haven’t seen the blue sky for a few days now. Everyday, the sky feels like it’s always going to come crashing down and everything was a dull grayish colour. Today, it feels like a beautiful winter’s day. The sky is coloured with its rich, blue tones and walking down the streets, you could breathe in the fresh, frosty (it isn’t that cold, more like chilly, but just to give you a sense of imagination, heh…) morning air yet when you come into contact with the sunlight, it feels warm and comforting.

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Was waiting for a friend yesterday after work for dinner. Haven’t seen him in a while. Was waiting at Nike Melbourne, which is the regular spot where people in Melbourne wait to meetup with friends. It’s been a while since I’ve stood there waiting. These days, there are less people around to meetup with for a social chat and meal. The friends I do meet up with I usually prearrange and meetup with them elsewhere, so there was a sense of nostalgia tonight.

Standing by the entrance, I watched the whole world go by me. I could recongise the working class from the students. The students were dressed in a motley of colours and various kinds of garments, it was like a mini fashion display. They idled around in big bunches, chattering and laughing at all the little things before deciding where to move on to. The working class had more sombre colours on, and seemed more hurried in their movements to get to places. They often travelled alone and had the look where they expected to be someplace else at that moment.

The 15 minutes I waited for my friend to turn up, I saw my last 6 years go past me. Melbourne is a truly small place, and you are bound to bump into someone you know sooner or later. That short time frame I saw at least 5 or 6 people I knew and some of them even walked right pass my nose and did not notice me. Heh, I blend into the background very well, and I’m not the sort of person you’d expect to see on the streets that much anyway.

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Dinner with friend was at a Yong Tau Fu place I’ve never been to my entire 6 years in Melbourne. Heh, the food was okay, only because I have a prior benchmark set for these kinds of things. While I was still studying back home, my grandma would make the fishcake and dinner was a weekly thing at my uncle’s place. Hers was the quality stuff, with more fish than flour (or whatever powder they use to make the stuff) and it was a truly satisfying experience.

Heh, mind’s been so blank these days it’s surprising so many memories I’ve forgotten have resurfaced.