Eight days…

 

…’til I leave Melbourne on the midnight plane and arrive in (I’ve been told) extremely hot Brunei for three weeks. It feels slightly surreal, maybe because of the fact that I usually don’t go back home for the winter holidays, and also because of everything that has been happening in the first half of this year.

It feels like it’s been an extremely long six months; I confess that although I will definitely miss someone (you know who you are :P ), a part of me is looking forward to just getting away and having a break from everyone and everything here, and be home, surrounded by familiar sights and faces I have grown up with, the comforts of home, and simply catching up with close and good friends, and hopefully forge stronger friendships during the three weeks as well. And it’ll be good to have this brief respite too, especially since I did come back to Melbourne early in January this year.

 

It’s almost the end of June. Half a year has already flown by.

Tempus fugit. We don’t cherish our time, our youth and moments as much as we ought to; yet we keep running after Time, sometimes finding ourselves desperately chasing her back into the past for lost moments and regrets, and pursuing her into the future incessantly, as we run away from the present, where too late, we realize we’re grasping at emptiness, even as she flees from us…