Therapy for the Depressed Soul

Second week in Melbourne and I still miss home. It still hurts to remember what I left behind as it hurts to imagine what life would be like if I never left. But whether I like it or not, I'm stuck here in Melbourne.

Don't get me wrong, it's not all that bad. Food's better, shopping's better, electronics are somewhat cheaper.

But I still miss home...

A guy I met here, Malaysian Chinese named Henry asked me...well...this is how it went:

H: "So how do you like Melbourne?"
Z: "It's not bad I guess. Still a bit homesick though."
H: "Really? But here there's no one to nag you."

That's when it hit me. Maybe I miss being nagged.

I miss looking outside at 6 in the evening while the sun is still up.
I miss driving to e@Curve to buy a new game.
I miss playing FIFA 10's Manager Mode and yelling at the TV when I miss a goal.
I miss rolling my eyes when my older brother watches Ben 10.
I miss complaining to myself when my maid makes rice for dinner.
I miss connecting my laptop to the HD TV and watching HD YouTube videos.
I miss stable internet connection.
I miss calling my best friend in the middle of the night to talk about stuff.
I miss my bed and how comfortable it was.
I miss falling asleep on my carpet.
I miss waiting for the water to heat up before I take a shower.
I miss going to McD late in the night for supper with my brother.
I miss yelling random Arnold Schwarzenegger quotes with my best friend.
I miss going to Starbucks at Centrepoint almost every day.
I miss singing along to music in the car as my brother drives us around.
I miss the long queue at GSC.
I miss Little J and Marshall and our OS2 failed attempts.
I miss calling my brother to ask him what time he's coming over.
I miss calling the guard to inform them that my brother is coming over.
I miss sitting with my little brother.
I miss dropping off my older brother's laundry at his place at 10 on a Sunday night.
I miss the lousy and cheesy ads on Astro.
I miss my Sony PlayStation 3 80GB.
I miss my New Moon poster.
I miss my Batman poster.
I miss sleeping in everyday.
I miss my graphic novel collection.
I miss looking up at my shelf and seeing all the memorabilia that I've collected.
I miss coming home to a clean room.
I miss coming home to an uncleaned room and complaining about it.
I miss my friends.
I miss my family.
I miss watching repeats on Star Movies and HBO.
I miss when they censor the word 'Ass' on TV.
I miss being in the middle of a conversation and getting cut off and cursing Maxis.
I miss going to a 7 Eleven and buying 2 bottles of Red Tea, 2 bottles of Green Tea, and 4 cans of coffee.
I miss going back and forth with my brother or best friend about what to have for dinner.
I miss writing a KOI post and getting a call regarding it 20 minutes later.
I miss the ungodly humid heat that only Malaysia can offer.
I miss...I miss home...