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Sunday, January 11
There are so many things to be excited about. Things that I've been excited about since, well, forever. Since two years ago, when I came back to Melbourne after a vacation in Malaysia. On the plane, I was thinking of when was the next time I was gonna see Malaysia again. Malaysia is my home, and will always be. Adults always go on about how I'll forget about Malaysia and start a new life in Australia. That I'll like Australia better. And yes, I have started a new life here. I absolutely love Australia. Just about everything about it draws me in. The weather, the beaches, the school - everything, really. But yet, not enough to make me forget about Malaysia. When I got on that plane to Melbourne from Malaysia, I made sure that I remembered every single detail of Malaysia. I went through them over and over again, so that I won't ever forget. I am known to be forgetful, but I have not forgotten my happiest and saddest memories. I haven't forgotten anything. Even the exhaust, mind you. I can still recall the smell of the exhaust there. How weird. Two months ago, I would've told you how excited I was to go back there and bring back those memories. To smell the exhaust of KK again. But now, I can't tell you the same thing. I am still really excited, of course. But this excitement is mixed with stinky fear. It's not the type of fear you'll find in a person with a gun inches from his/her head. Nor the type you'll find in a woman who is about to give birth to her baby. This fear is different. I fear that this vacation will come to an end. And it will. I've always heard the saying, "Good things always come to an end." In this case, it's true. I guess I just have to accept this fact, and look forward to this vacation! |
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