it's so surreal.

was it a dream? but no - i had piccies to show, a few hundred piccies in fact. and vivid memories, and a faded hickey.

if anything was closest to ecstacy without taking the drug, this must be it. I had possibly and proportionately the best holiday in my life this past Christmas. how could it be so good? it's either i am easily contented, or it really exceeded my expectations. the quality and quantity of things Chris and I did together - simple pleasures, yet meaningful to the max. Thank you, God!

it's so blah sitting here at my workstation in the fluoroscent lightbulbed office once again. it's been one week since i flew back via Austrian Airlines, and i'm still having the Aussie blues. in the midst of cutesy forwarded emails from colleagues, in the midst of office chatter and phone rings, i think of what my life will be like in 1 month's time, in 1 year's time, on another (much bigger) island. i think of mugging, communal living, emailing daddy, article reporting, church singing, cooking, melting pots...

this is the beginning of - life proper! everything before was just a rehearsal.