The sky was bright and clear, patches of white hid between the blues. Although i'm not friends with the weatherman, i knew his thought on today's weather well. With my backpack and camera in it, i walked towards the greeny pathway heading towards hostel. Before reaching the alley, i saw a huge crowd gather around it. With exceptionally different fashion and gesture, i walk towards them in hope of satisfying my curiosity. Surprising enough, i heard a single eye-lid lady talking in Japanese to the huge crowd. O, it was a Japanese student exchange program. I walk slowly in the midst of the friendly strangers and nod every time one came to eye connection. They look slightly confused with the surrounding which a day ago was a mystique venue of sbs night.I felt a swift of sorrow because they weren't able to check out my stage XD In my mind, i was wondering what these Japanese high school student were having in mind. Was the school impressive enough or is it a big depression compared to their origin. Japan is where a lot dream to go but right now, i'm seeing these Japanese turning the status quo and visiting not somewhere European but Tar college.
Carmen, a friend that is studying in Australia called on a morning that i usually preferred to spend it on dreaming. With a drowsy tone, i answered the long distance call. We've been keeping in touch though not that often. Anyway, the day felt great to know that, millions of miles away, you have a friend in mind. Her call reminded me of how life was like in Australia, that maybe, with a little more stubbornness, i would have gotten there as well. Overseas, something i distinctly wanted since young. The way of living, a different culture, the soil that are step on, the crafted surrounding, and everything that comes with it. It was these thoughts that made the word foreign assimilate with warmth and pleasure. The craving of living an independent life with absolute strangers and colour, the thought of walking on a pavement street with coffee houses and flower booths elongated on both side of the street, the wish of cruising the countryside or nearby cities with a mini jeep during summer holidays...
Despite the fact that "foreign" keeps invading my grief, as time goes by and thoughts gets digested, i begin to learn that, the craving of experiencing foreign beauty can very much be satisfied where ever you are. With the perception of gratitude towards your surrounding, and setting the adoration level towards overseas on everyday scenery, the beauty that is found out there can be found right here too. Maybe the world leads us to think that, out of the everyday setting, the sun is always brighter at the other side of the sea, not knowing that, your daily environment has its specialty and uniqueness that we took for granted. The brick-pattern lecture halls that stood on small hills covered with pine trees in college was always appealing to me. The walkway from hostel to college which were a mixture of tar and chilling mud decorated with the sight of a small mountain and a greeny slope would always remind me of how wonderful it was to walk on it. I guess, people that are studying overseas no doubt are getting their side of the wonderful story where they inhaled new culture wonders and beauty; however, we who stayed on in the familiar land, gets to exhaled what was known, and inhaled once more what we thought we knew, to re-appreciate what there was, and is.
Carmen, a friend that is studying in Australia called on a morning that i usually preferred to spend it on dreaming. With a drowsy tone, i answered the long distance call. We've been keeping in touch though not that often. Anyway, the day felt great to know that, millions of miles away, you have a friend in mind. Her call reminded me of how life was like in Australia, that maybe, with a little more stubbornness, i would have gotten there as well. Overseas, something i distinctly wanted since young. The way of living, a different culture, the soil that are step on, the crafted surrounding, and everything that comes with it. It was these thoughts that made the word foreign assimilate with warmth and pleasure. The craving of living an independent life with absolute strangers and colour, the thought of walking on a pavement street with coffee houses and flower booths elongated on both side of the street, the wish of cruising the countryside or nearby cities with a mini jeep during summer holidays...
Despite the fact that "foreign" keeps invading my grief, as time goes by and thoughts gets digested, i begin to learn that, the craving of experiencing foreign beauty can very much be satisfied where ever you are. With the perception of gratitude towards your surrounding, and setting the adoration level towards overseas on everyday scenery, the beauty that is found out there can be found right here too. Maybe the world leads us to think that, out of the everyday setting, the sun is always brighter at the other side of the sea, not knowing that, your daily environment has its specialty and uniqueness that we took for granted. The brick-pattern lecture halls that stood on small hills covered with pine trees in college was always appealing to me. The walkway from hostel to college which were a mixture of tar and chilling mud decorated with the sight of a small mountain and a greeny slope would always remind me of how wonderful it was to walk on it. I guess, people that are studying overseas no doubt are getting their side of the wonderful story where they inhaled new culture wonders and beauty; however, we who stayed on in the familiar land, gets to exhaled what was known, and inhaled once more what we thought we knew, to re-appreciate what there was, and is.
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