Six Days and Counting Down...

With last week and this one, i've been and will be meeting up with my friends. As always, the catching up seems to be always left to the last minute due to the sloth and passive stance from all of us (no lah flowerger, i'm not talking abt the wollongong gang but my other friends, so dun get all paranoid >.<). Time seems to pass so swiftly, so much so that i find it quite hard to believe that i'll be flying back to Oz on Sunday. The frantic packing of my stuff into storage before flying home seems like a distant memory and the bright aussie sunrays beckon. It has been a great holiday back home and i've enjoyed all the gatherings and catch-up sessions. Hopefully, we'll be able to continue this when i fly back after my graduation, which depressingly signals the beginning of my era in the workforce and reservist term. >.<

For all the fun and great food that i've had for the last three months, i do admit that i'm looking forward to being in Oz again. Under my parents' sponsorship (yippee! :D), i've bought my PC parts for Big Banana to assemble for me. *grins* Yes yes, i have an ulterior motive (i can so hear the gasps and see the accusing stares from you guys -.-). My oliphant was already sulking when she heard and saw the 19" LCD monitor that i've bought (she wanted it first >.<). Oops. :D However, there is yet another reason (seriously, i'm not lying >.<). Quite a few weeks back, i was re-watching a documentary, in which the speaker was talking in a background of cafes and sunny weather. In that moment, that background reminded me so much of Oz that i had a sudden longing for it. That feeling still remains in my heart.

To feel the bright sunlight and enveloping warmth, to smell the sea breeze that wafts through your hair, to drink in the open spaces and relaxtion of a slow-paced day. To enjoy each day by every second, every minute, every hour, seeping through your fingers like fine sand and yet not lamenting the lack of time, but slowly savouring it like a fine meal, bite by bite, or the running of sweet wine across your tongue. To have such freedom, go where-ever you want, how-ever you want, when-ever you want. To stroll along a beach, with only the starry moon-lit night sky and the sound of waves as your companions, or across a sunny field with the exchanging of small smiles as strangers pass by, feeling the grass and earth beneath your feet, or along a quiet street with trees casting their shadows across a golden walkway, the distant sounds of kids playing and your footsteps as your companions this time.

man, i miss austraila.