THREE
Three more days? THREE?!?! Serious?!
I’ve been gradually stacking my stuffs in my luggage in the
past few days. Tomorrow is my graduation day and I still cannot decide which
frock I should wear for the BIG day. Well, it may not be that BIG, actually… as
I even didn’t realize that tomorrow is the day until my mom said something
about “graduation” and “Tuesday” and “tomorrow”, and suddenly my brain started
to see some connections between those words. Silly… =)
I started to get panic when I weighed my luggage last night.
I’m definitely gonna have to pay for the excess baggage if I don’t do
something. So the first thing I said to my mom and sis this morning was that
we’re gonna need to deliver some of my stuffs home. Again. After the massive
delivery early this month. And this time, I will have to pay more than two
times the rate I got before. Damn!! I should have packed some more, added one
or two more boxes, and everything’s cool! Why didn’t I do that? At least I
could have swapped the cost for something more useful.
On our way to get some boxes at the Barkly Square, we met Wayne, the
caretaker. So we did the basa-basi thing. He was asking about when exactly
we’re leaving when he suddenly came up with a number. And it was “THREE” the
number he got. I was shocked and looked at my sis while redoing the math. What
I had in mind at that time was that THREE sounded incorrect. “I guess the
answer should have been FOUR,” I said to myself. But I was wrong. He was right.
I was sitting on the floor with loads and loads of stuffs
around me and my sis was talking to my dad on the phone. I heard my sis repeating
the words “THREE”. And I wasn’t sure with what I heard for the second time
today.
Yea, yea…I finally agree with them…I don’t have any other
number.
I checked my mail just now and unexpectedly finding a mail
from k. He wrote about the same thing, the same number. I replied his mail few days ago and
I said that I got 9 more days here. I’m apparently not the only one who’s counting down. He subtracted the figure
correctly ;p But the number sounds better in
his mail. Much better. And I don’t understand why he’s still
capable of doing the magic.
Whoaaaaa… It’s so tiring… Ermm, no…it’s annoying. Now I know how it feels to be on the other side. I reckon k should
seriously consider starting to write a how-to book.
I know for sure that I’m being so mellow these
days…and that’s because I’m leaving Melb for good. But why, why guys can be
pathetically mellow too ya? Aren’t guys supposed to be “stronger” and more
logical? It must be just an old saying. I don’t think men are “stronger” than
women. Look around and have a quick test…how long does a guy need to bounce
back from a broken relationship and get a new one? The average must be shorter
than that of a woman. Okay…everyone can reason that it’s because men are more
logical. They realize that things are over, so let’s move on. Fair enough. But
can you tell the different between doing a sensible thing and being unable to
cope with the loneliness? Or put it simple, cannot live without a woman? Then
who’s the stronger now, the one who immediately looks for a replacement… or the
one who knows that things are over and it hurts but the person also know that s/he gotta bear living alone
until s/he find the “one”?
