this chapter shouldnt end

i feel like the holidays are over. like, really over. and its upsetting the hell out of me. i hate the fact that i'm back at work. and i dont really feel like budging at all. sigh. this aint healthy, i need to relocate.

its been one hell of a party the last couple of weeks. i dont think ive worked at all, ever since i left for laos, once i got the bloody africans settled and out of the way, i havent really done much since. 4&5th dec was spent on course, and since then, it was endless parties and crazy nights out. haha. how i miss thee. i really hope the group lasts. its a scary thought to think that the group's at its peak, and we'll all drift back into our mono lives once the tide and currents settle, once we get back to work mode, once we start getting busy with the years forthcomings. sigh, i dont like. i cant wait for the season to open again. i cannot imagine diving with any other. :( i dont wanna have to move out of my comfort zone once people start thinking the group's getting stale. :( i still am very much in love with the exclusitivity and the close bond we all share despite the vast age differences and backgrounds. dont ever break up people, i still want late night teas, dinners, monkeying ard rambai rd, and crazy dive trips. i dont think i can ever get enough of that :(

yesterday at hantu wasnt AS fun as the first, but it was enjoyable, nevertheless. diving never gets boring, ever. even if its just sand and trash you see, being down under makes a world of a difference already. it has the ability somehow, supernatural or not, to take you away from your life, just for that instant, just for that mere 40mins, and regardless of how your world seems to be crashing down, everything will be alright. you find your peace, you'd find your petra.

i wouldnt trade that for anything else in this world. all i could hope for is that it'll never end. i'd never find the fullstop to diving. and i sincerely hope others wont too.