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"

Appointment with P. Sherman

This,

Is a glimpse of my favorite corner in my bedroom.

Along with many other stuff I didn't snap in this frame, I put these three -plus that cute photograph of my baby days- in random orders. No reasons, no considerations. All arranged just because the angle pleased my eyes.

The kangaroo doll came in first. My mom impulsively bought that from her trip in Melbourne last year, and being confused of what to do with the typical tourist trinket, she just gave it to me. The fish tank arrived after I watched "Finding Dory" just this year. June, or July this year, I guess. It's a build-your-own tank which took me hours to make -including the fishes because yes, those two beauties started from stupid little pieces- so yea, it's such a waste if I don't show it off and of course it's an honor to expose my mini dentist tank on my table tops. And the Red Bull cap, was bought in Singapore, during my F1 trip several months ago -you know the story. It belonged to Daniel Ricciardo, my favorite driver from Perth.

Quiet a few weeks after this scene was arranged,

I realized that there was something on with these three.

But I took it for granted until two months ago, when I finally once again jumped into an AirAsia Big Sale, and successfully booked another big trip. Guess where it will be.

Yep,

A U S T R A L I A

Pic's from here.

The land down under has always been something I'm dying to visit. So by the second I spotted these super cheap flights covering the east coast's top cities, well, I don't care much about anything else. So there I was, laughing in front of my laptop on the low table, teeth colliding as I laughed too much in excitement, head tilted up in pride and satisfaction and a bit of pain, and I caught these three staring at me.

Mom's kangaroo minion,
EAC's famous inhabitants,
And my Aussie guy's hat.

So it was a sign.

Well I don't believe that much in superstitions.

But this one's just too real, and too coincidental.

Maybe, MAYBE, because I had my teeth hurting,
It turned out to be the dentist's way to invite me,

The 42 Wallaby Way