HELLO GEORGEOUS!

Someone called me "Georgeous" today. Cheesy as it sounds, it was actually someone I knew so, it actually made me feel pretty good about myself. Mind you, though the person didn't actually see me on the other side of the telephone line, the person considers me "georgeous".

It made me grin sheeplishly and blush even if it was somewhat inappropriate. Other names I have been called - "dear", "love", "girl" and "baby". And, you can get this even from the lady called "Pat", behind the checkout counter at your regular convenience store. But it's not everyday I hear someone call me by a term of endearment and mean it.

Life in Sydney never fails to surprise me like this. Just when I thought I knew Sydney pretty well and was ready to move on to bigger challenges, I learn things about her and her people that make it so hard for me to move to move to Japan because, there, apparently, expression of whatever sort be it joy, anger or saddness, is a reflection of your immaturity! So, finally after much shedding and moulting of my hard, thorny, shell, this soft-shell crab is being sent out into battle? God works in mysterious ways.

Audio: the printer is humming....
Biblio: not for a few hours... please.
Cerebrio: Visa application for "Specialist in International Humanities" in Japan. Woohoo!