Oz

I have eventually arrived in 'Oz', seeing through the eyes of someone that has a quite milky vision, still. Weird coming from an area that is about 40 degrees colder into the warmest weather. I have not yet arrived fully since I have indeed not found a room yet. I have been looking at only two places thus far which were, frankly, proper shit holes. I guess it is the damnation of metropolitan life that makes housing prices sky rocket as if there was no tomorrow. Fair enough. At least that's the case all over the world. I have now found some places that cost about 400 Euro a month.

Else, I can say and see that the weather - even though hot as f*** - does me good in terms of getting quite quickly out of the ever so present winter depression that Dutch winters engender so badly. I found myself doing some research on the flat situation, followed by some random strolling through the streets of this vast city. And then my feeling for the strange came back, not least due to the fact that it is once more time to say 'Gong Hei Fat Choi' which means as much as 'Happy New Year' in Chinese. I wandered around the streets of Chinatown, loosing myself in the thought and impression of being in HK again; a feeling that made my heart jump. I start liking this city but I have to get settled, make some friends and celebrate my being here. I am very much looking forward to mid February when my dear friend is moving to Sydney to work in a law firm. Sweet as, so to say. I need a couple of people that are as stoked about being here as I am and do all the stupid shenannigans that tourists are known for - going to the zoo, taking heaps of pictures and just be stunned by the beauty this country possesses but that I have yet to discover and experience.

So far for now, off to Ed's work now to sip a couple of iced coffees while talking nonsense.

Leaving on a jetplane, don't know .....

There it is again: A feeling of excitement, the want to make the plane about three times as fast, the unexpectedness about what there is to come and last, not yet least what the new home I will dwell in for the next couple of months will look like. Good feelings prevail as I cross the icy deserts of Greenland (sounds paradox in that perspective, doesn’t it?) until i reach San Francisco. Then, i guess it will be time for a quick change of clothes since I will have worn mine for the extended amount of not less than 20 hours... And even then, in San Francisco, I will not have travelled half the way since another plane will guide me over the Pacific Ocean towards my, for now, final destination, Sydney. I catch myself typing ‘Sydnet’ instead of ‘Sydney’ way too often. I should learn how to type with the 10-fingers system anyway.

I never got why planes always have to be that loud. Lately someone told me that there was something like a quiet plane in which they in fact had installed some speakers for the crew that imitated the sound of the machine for the good and simple reason the pilots couldn’t sleep without it. That’s awkward since i guess that well paid pilots do not necessarily live in the closer area to airports in order to get some good sleep. Or do they? These are the questions in life one really needs to look at. I will probably think twice about publishing this post due to its redundancy but then again...’COME OOOON!’

Bored on a plane...If you die all was for nothing...BAMMBAMM!!! For those of you who do not know what i am talking about (attention new English verb to come...), ‘youtube’ (like ‘google it’) ‘snakes on a plane in 5 seconds’. Still haven’t seen the movie itself but these 5 seconds clips are damn funny.

Life in a nutshell

Not quite. I have been lost again in this ever so inconvenient time of the year in which most things do get to me, I don't have time to do my sports and school just does not seem to reduce its workload on me. Short: It is time to move. Packing things is ahead of me and I still do not know where to start. Take the CDs or my emotions, the books or my mind and bury them in the depths of the paper cubes. Well, that being said, I feel nothing. Nothing really. It is about the same situation as last year when moving to Hong Kong: "I will only start to realize I'm leaving when I am actually on the plane." Right. That of course is one of these lies I calm my mind with and it does work substantially well. My head is calm during the day time, messy when I try to sleep, messy with things I still have to accomplish and organize before the plan shouts "HUUUUIIIII!!!!"

My motivation is here. And it is here to stay. That's quite a good thing considering the distance. If I can have such a big motivation to perform and live well in Sydney, this means that I have the quality to amaze myself with a lot of things. Well, there is nothing that is not amazing about the fact that I will leave my mother's continent for the 3rd one I will be living in. Sweet.

Thoughts about inner feelings have not changed and I am still that emotional wreck, that indecisive being that gives itself the creeps with its actions sometimes. Acting grown up they call that I think. I am even starting to like my grandpa's shoes I recently took from my mum's place. Brown leather shoes. Who would have expected that on me? Behaving and looking like a bum are different things though and so I took the opportunity to engender my looks to get accustomed to actually walk round in business clothing. I am still pledging on not having to wear this kinda clothing since I will be working for Amnesty - an organization which (according to my research) has a rather informal dresscode.

Take the emotions of a fifteen year old, add the turmoil in my head (bit like Gaza at the moment), a pinch of crashed creativity that needs to be released and the infamous need to chill: That's Christoph up until now in 2009.

There, the creeps. Self reflection. AARRGGHH!!!