Drive You Crazy

I may sound cliche.

Because every time, every single time, EVERY SINGLE FVCKING TIME I just finished a trip, I'd always be like "Oh my God, that was the best trip yet".

You know what? I don't care.

Call me cliche, call me typical or what not

But this last trip I just did was so spectacular that,

It became the best.

The best, In driving me crazy.

It ended exactly one week ago, and I just couldn't stop thinking about literally everything. My flight down south, Gold Coast's beaches and theme parks, Sydney's city elegance and natural beauty, Melbourne's chill atmosphere, all the people I met, all the songs I sang, it all kept playing the very seconds I flew back north up till like, this minute.

I don't want to compare it to Japan, because these two trips are different. But one thing that I can tell you is, that returning from Japan, I was like okay, that was undoubtedly the best trip so far for Vicky Amin and I'd really LOVE to come back. But after Australia,

Okay, that was undoubtedly the best trip so far for Vicky Amin and I HAVE to come back.

Nah, I don't know what that means, although no, I know what that means. I'm just trying to be fair to Japan, but I can't tell no lie,

I love it.

I really love it.

And now it all makes sense why my mom, people I know who once traveled to or lived in the land of kangaroo, and my friends who are still there now refusing to go home, really love it. It all makes sense why they keep bragging about it, because I feel like I'll be doing the same.

I may be saying this because I just finished the trip. It's still fresh, the euphoria, the excitement. And being as cliche as I am, I may be forgetting what I just said here about Australia, and considering the next trip to Korea, India, Europe, or Latin America, as the best one yet.

But. At least,

It's only Australia, that I promised I'd go back to.

Because that's the typical thing you say,

To the special someone or something that

Drives you crazy. No?

Perfect Stranger

Imagine that you meet a very interesting individual.

Somewhere at a bar, afar from the place you've always known. Your conversation starts from that song you both love. And it leads to more things to talk about.

It's exciting, yet on the same time, confusing.

Because you just clicked. But you know it won't last forever. You're surprised by how you could bump into such like-minded creature. But you know that the night would change nothing. You enjoyed the companion. But you know you won't stay together. You laughed all along, talking about the same damn taste of music you shared. But you know somebody will have to walk away. Your gin and cola never felt this nice. But the after-taste once you part ways, *chuckles*, try ordering another glass and you realize you don't want to have another sip.

Meeting great strangers only feels sweet when you're living the moment.

Afterwards, life unreasonably returns normal. And you're back on your own.

Just like this trip of mine to Australia.

It's perfect, but after all

It's still called "stranger"

Finding Myself

This is it.

The first big trip after Japan.

The first solo traveling outside of Asia.

The first journey I'll be having, while I am still employed.

The first adventure where I know I won't be doing nothing once I'm back home.

Well at least I'm not clueless.

I'm just trying to find myself again.

Making myself used to what I used to do.

Unlike that clown fish which had no idea at all.

Although yea,

We share one exact similarity.

We're both all alone