It's Over

My exams are oOver! My God that first step outside of the amphitheater felt light & liberating. I could just feel the wonderful atmosphere around me, people with big smiles wishing others "happy holidays!" with their light jackets before turning around a corner only to turn the same corner in October. Five months of summer vacation. That, should be decent.

Next week I'll be flying above the Mediterranean Sea to reside somewhere on the border of the Atlantic Ocean in the African continent. I can't wait!! Yeah, I'll be able to see my parents again after last summer. Despite the fact that it's not Indonesia and that I won't get the chance to see how my cousins & friends are doing down there; despite the fact that it's not 'home' home; despite the fact that I wish I could fastforward time and see what it'll bring me... Despite all other deep affections I have towards my home country: I miss my parents. And this place is where they are. For me, that is what most counts.

Besides, I have a feeling I'll be home soon enough anyway. Scared to face that, actually.

Not Who They Seem

I remember envying cheerfully talkative people as a child. Used to see them as fabricated blessed beings that couldn't see anything but fluorescent colours in life. Well... you know what I'm talking about: those that always see the glass half-full.

Yet I'm not talking about the 8 year old, who, rather than saying, "mhvorninghf misf fuhler" with half a vegemite sandwich stuffed down their throats, would enter with the "I wear shorts shorts" Homer attitude, 180 degrees turned Lakers' cap, and a soccer ball. I wouldn't even dare comment on bitchattitudes, rumours flying, as well as competition of the smartly georgeous (not georgeously smart, mind you).

Nope, not them.

I'm speaking of normal down-to-earth people who seem to just have that active button to, when with them, stun you in awe. Whether it'd be something they say, something they do, or for any other reason made so they could curve a smile on your lips. A person, who, when you're with, makes you feel ashamed of taking the smallest things in life for granted. Little are the words of grief spurt and cursing words are used well for the sole purpose of expressing oneself. They seem so opened and talkative about anything that you feel you really know them, until you find out otherwise.

Above depicts an image I had on socially-active people over the years I've lived. Time has again taught me something of utmost value, changing and bringing me to that very world; to teach and experience things that I've long observed. I'm still not a socially-active person, nor do I think I'll ever be. However, if I were to rule a general clause over this, I would dare say closing in your circle allows you to be more trusting of people, and expanding it rewards you the opposite. But hey, it's worth it-- at least you get to show them the fluorecent colours ;)

I always knew you hid yourself behind that cool asian image,
but I was never fooled. Man, I always knew.

Err... he knows what, already? ^^;