It is Over
I start my car's engines, and it roars to life. The sun has set just moments ago. As i engage the 1st gear and release the clutch, i cant help but feel i have left something at the airport.
I give the throttle a jab, the car leaps forward with great finesse.
It is light, but my heart is heavy...
it was then flashbacks filled my head. The road from the airport back home, the yellow lines on the blackhighway- looked too much like the time i was rushing to Devonport to board the ship. Back then, my heart was filled with joy i smiled like an idiot. Going away from home just to arrive at another home....
Images, smells, tastes and presences filled my head...
..........................................
from the beginning...
The morning Melbournian skyline, the bustling city and beautiful cars on St.Kilda Road. Driving up Ben,Choke, Steven's drive way. that morning with Ben on the veranda... the 1st lunch in Orange House, Meeting up with Jason and Peishan, getting reacquainted with Pearly and Valery, it all seemed like just yesterday.
The movie marathons at Glen Waverly, the Air hockey games with William, the Battle gear games with Jacke, Shiro... Extorting money from the dealer at Crowns, also, watching and feeling the intense torches along the Yarra River, where Shiro wished for a bird to be scorched in its flames, the Burning Cigarette butt nearly hitting a perching seagull.
7-8 people crashing at Mckin's room, playing GT4 and ignoring our hunger pangs, the steak at that hotel on Lygon, the tom yum soup and gelato icecream in the freezing cold.
the immense parking bills... the shopping at DFO then stopping at Coffee Club for a Latte with bags under our seats...
The Great Ocean road, how Jason tailed William to both understeering and oversteering, How we froze our balls off waiting for water to sprout from a whales blowhole. The incredibly boring drive home, the pitstop at a picnic area, lying on the warm Civic hood, pointing at the stars pretending i know the constellations...
The Chocolate at Max Brenners, the Coffee at Swanston Street Starbucks, the Club Alumbra and our lame ass jokes and dances... the hangover meal at China Bar at 5am, evading police because we over filled our car with friends...
The time we all got drunk in Ben's room and started busting all our moves, Doing Michael Jacksons Thriller routine...
The Lunches and Dinner i had with MZ and Jacke, the mechanic and half-cut shop runs with Jacke and his UDM...
Watching and filming William driving Black Speedy...then near stalling, and near stalling and the final stalling of the car.
The Coffee/Gatorade Mix on the Clayton house back yard in the morning, scarmbling to solve that lvl 6 puzzle...
Picking Jason up at Avalon Airport.
The zerg/fast game fish and chips at Melbourne docks, the ramp going into the Spirit of Tasmania, again, the night skyline of Melbourne.
The Cruise, playing cards, ghost stories and personality talks with Valery, Choke and Ben... Waking up 1 hour later with a hangover without even drinking... prolly because of the poison i spat the night before... (Valery, sorry... if i was too brutal in what i said...)
The drive down from Devonport again, this time in the morning, along side Ben Lomond and the snow capped mountains, Subway at Campbell town, La Trobe's museum and antique shopping, the Roman Gardens...
Slouvakis and Mykonos, never tasted better...
Private rooms at Ball and Chain followed by the Epic Movie the Dark Knight.
Pei Shan jumping at the sounds made by the tour guide in Port Arthur's ghost tour... the hoggers on the road to Port Arthur.. The Tasmanian Devil's mechanical growl, the giant ass eagle trapped inside nets... trying to feed a very defensive wallaby...
The sub-zero tempretures at Mount Wellington, the snowball i pelted at Jasons jacket and him going "aaaaaaa oi!"
The Halo games, the crap talk in my room, Ring 2, Awake movies together, the ab tickling, fucking hell i havent laughed that hard yet that still before in my life...
The lunch at Saigon Kitchen..
"The Last Coffee" at the Hobart Airport, and cam whoring each other..
.....................
I pull up the drive way, parked my car, and looked at my passanger seat..
...my heart sank...
Looking at the drive way, it was only 4 days ago you guys were all here, praising the scenery... i looked across the Derwent River, its nothing spectacular... really..
it doesnt matter how great the sceneries are, its who you enjoy it with that matters most..
I take another glance, a pulsating light pierces the darkness above the city lights... i look at my clock, 7.08pm, the light- it is the plane you guys are on. So close yet so far... I wave, then salute, and nodded in full respect, pride and gratitude.
-------------
I Respect the men and women you have all become
I Take pride in having friends like you all
and Eternally grateful to have known beings of such grace and blunder.
-------------
I stare a little longer till the mechanical bird finally enters the clouds and dissappear into the night, and wonder if you are all looking back.
the clouds were kind enough to allow a few patches for starlight to come through. i look at them, some of them familiar, i close my eyes where the twinkling lingers in my mind. i concentrated fully, to imagine myself, being at Clayton, looking at the same stars on the same sky.
for a moment i succeeded, i opened my eyes in awe and comfort, only to return to where i really am, i look down, the birck tiles were familiar, yet goddamn alien.
Entering the door, the open sleeping bags, the untidy comforters, i hold on to them, trying to feel the warmth it harboured just this morning..
Four xbox controllers lie unanimated on the floor, and the familiar humming of the machine, i cant help, but give out a loud sigh..
Never had my room been so alive; bustling with noise, laugher and giggles... now all of a sudden - never have my room been so barren, silent and void of life..
an invisible tear rolled down on my cheeks, and my heart pumped hollow blood through my veins...
It is over, like the end of a chapter, a page turns to bury the one before it.. but like a never ending book, a new chapter flips in to fill the page, empty, stark, but full of potential - ready to be written again..
I give the throttle a jab, the car leaps forward with great finesse.
It is light, but my heart is heavy...
it was then flashbacks filled my head. The road from the airport back home, the yellow lines on the blackhighway- looked too much like the time i was rushing to Devonport to board the ship. Back then, my heart was filled with joy i smiled like an idiot. Going away from home just to arrive at another home....
Images, smells, tastes and presences filled my head...
..........................................
from the beginning...
The morning Melbournian skyline, the bustling city and beautiful cars on St.Kilda Road. Driving up Ben,Choke, Steven's drive way. that morning with Ben on the veranda... the 1st lunch in Orange House, Meeting up with Jason and Peishan, getting reacquainted with Pearly and Valery, it all seemed like just yesterday.
The movie marathons at Glen Waverly, the Air hockey games with William, the Battle gear games with Jacke, Shiro... Extorting money from the dealer at Crowns, also, watching and feeling the intense torches along the Yarra River, where Shiro wished for a bird to be scorched in its flames, the Burning Cigarette butt nearly hitting a perching seagull.
7-8 people crashing at Mckin's room, playing GT4 and ignoring our hunger pangs, the steak at that hotel on Lygon, the tom yum soup and gelato icecream in the freezing cold.
the immense parking bills... the shopping at DFO then stopping at Coffee Club for a Latte with bags under our seats...
The Great Ocean road, how Jason tailed William to both understeering and oversteering, How we froze our balls off waiting for water to sprout from a whales blowhole. The incredibly boring drive home, the pitstop at a picnic area, lying on the warm Civic hood, pointing at the stars pretending i know the constellations...
The Chocolate at Max Brenners, the Coffee at Swanston Street Starbucks, the Club Alumbra and our lame ass jokes and dances... the hangover meal at China Bar at 5am, evading police because we over filled our car with friends...
The time we all got drunk in Ben's room and started busting all our moves, Doing Michael Jacksons Thriller routine...
The Lunches and Dinner i had with MZ and Jacke, the mechanic and half-cut shop runs with Jacke and his UDM...
Watching and filming William driving Black Speedy...then near stalling, and near stalling and the final stalling of the car.
The Coffee/Gatorade Mix on the Clayton house back yard in the morning, scarmbling to solve that lvl 6 puzzle...
Picking Jason up at Avalon Airport.
The zerg/fast game fish and chips at Melbourne docks, the ramp going into the Spirit of Tasmania, again, the night skyline of Melbourne.
The Cruise, playing cards, ghost stories and personality talks with Valery, Choke and Ben... Waking up 1 hour later with a hangover without even drinking... prolly because of the poison i spat the night before... (Valery, sorry... if i was too brutal in what i said...)
The drive down from Devonport again, this time in the morning, along side Ben Lomond and the snow capped mountains, Subway at Campbell town, La Trobe's museum and antique shopping, the Roman Gardens...
Slouvakis and Mykonos, never tasted better...
Private rooms at Ball and Chain followed by the Epic Movie the Dark Knight.
Pei Shan jumping at the sounds made by the tour guide in Port Arthur's ghost tour... the hoggers on the road to Port Arthur.. The Tasmanian Devil's mechanical growl, the giant ass eagle trapped inside nets... trying to feed a very defensive wallaby...
The sub-zero tempretures at Mount Wellington, the snowball i pelted at Jasons jacket and him going "aaaaaaa oi!"
The Halo games, the crap talk in my room, Ring 2, Awake movies together, the ab tickling, fucking hell i havent laughed that hard yet that still before in my life...
The lunch at Saigon Kitchen..
"The Last Coffee" at the Hobart Airport, and cam whoring each other..
.....................
I pull up the drive way, parked my car, and looked at my passanger seat..
...my heart sank...
Looking at the drive way, it was only 4 days ago you guys were all here, praising the scenery... i looked across the Derwent River, its nothing spectacular... really..
it doesnt matter how great the sceneries are, its who you enjoy it with that matters most..
I take another glance, a pulsating light pierces the darkness above the city lights... i look at my clock, 7.08pm, the light- it is the plane you guys are on. So close yet so far... I wave, then salute, and nodded in full respect, pride and gratitude.
-------------
I Respect the men and women you have all become
I Take pride in having friends like you all
and Eternally grateful to have known beings of such grace and blunder.
-------------
I stare a little longer till the mechanical bird finally enters the clouds and dissappear into the night, and wonder if you are all looking back.
the clouds were kind enough to allow a few patches for starlight to come through. i look at them, some of them familiar, i close my eyes where the twinkling lingers in my mind. i concentrated fully, to imagine myself, being at Clayton, looking at the same stars on the same sky.
for a moment i succeeded, i opened my eyes in awe and comfort, only to return to where i really am, i look down, the birck tiles were familiar, yet goddamn alien.
Entering the door, the open sleeping bags, the untidy comforters, i hold on to them, trying to feel the warmth it harboured just this morning..
Four xbox controllers lie unanimated on the floor, and the familiar humming of the machine, i cant help, but give out a loud sigh..
Never had my room been so alive; bustling with noise, laugher and giggles... now all of a sudden - never have my room been so barren, silent and void of life..
an invisible tear rolled down on my cheeks, and my heart pumped hollow blood through my veins...
It is over, like the end of a chapter, a page turns to bury the one before it.. but like a never ending book, a new chapter flips in to fill the page, empty, stark, but full of potential - ready to be written again..
posted by Killl_Roy at 5:03 PM
2 Comments:
Remember when you were young, after a holiday, daddy will without fail said "哎,收拾心情.". This is life.
Roy, Thank you for showing us Tazzie. Speaking for Val and myself, and im sure the rest. We really enjoyed ourselves. You take care now, study hard!
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