All Hail to Melbourne
Monday, March 07, 2005
In a blink of an eye, it’s the 2nd week of school and I have yet to wake up from my sleep. 3 months of not doing anything else other than brain cell wasting activities of playing computer games and watching tv is a one way ticket to instant dumb. Chapters in books were marked with a check when I got to the end, but it meant nothing when I can’t even recall what I’d read. Why do I constantly get this feeling like I have a huge boulder wedged in my head, interfering with my thought process?
Anyway, that aside…
I finally had a first hand encounter with the notorious Melbourne weather. On a cool and cloudy Saturday, 2 of my friends and I boarded the bus to visit a friend at his new place. 10 minutes after, we alighted at a bus stop and rendevous with the friend we were suppose to visit. It started drizzling and as I was casually getting out my jacket, the rain got heavier. The four of us huddled ourselves at a corner of the bus stop and the wind came, blowing the raindrops straight at us. Pants and shoes already thoroughly soaked, I thought that it couldn’t get any worse than this and that’s when the usual tippy tappy sounds of the rain turned to rat-tat-tats. Oh Hail, glorious hail… a whole barrage of hailstones the size of fish tank pebbles was falling from the heavens and I thank whoever that is up there for being kind enough to have that happen while we were safe under a shelter. 5 minutes of shifting between rain and hail later, it was back to drizzle. We made a dash in the direction of the house and the sky opened up to a sunny day. I was definitely not a chirpy person when I reached the place. Walking around in wet socks is a sure mood dampener for me. And calling the weather in Melbourne unpredictable or even crazy may be an understatement. I’ll rather deviate towards calling it menopausal. I can’t wait to turn 50 plus and call my menopause, my Melbourne instead. |
