The path that the divine cowboy laid out for me lately was so incoherent that he wouldn't even dare selling it in bundled form at a petrol station. So bear with me the task ahead of making it into something close to comprehensible.
This morning I gathered with thousands of others in the six o'clock darkness to listen to a trumpet and words of national pride, after which the army handed out scrambled eggs, baked beans, half a bun and a biscuit.
This week I stayed indoors because of a nasty thing called influenza, watching a marathon of OZ classics such as Muriel's Wedding, Gallipoli and Mad Max 1, 2 & 3. Trust me, you can stop after the first of that series.
Last week I was a 'silver OZ boy' representing Monash University at the New Zealand Uni Games, which is, for those who didn't know, a country full of Kiwis. Than we were supossed to sing the Australian national anthem in a Maori welcome ceremony where I was seated right in front.... akward!
The week before I was new in a house of a Chinese-Australian couple visiting China, living with a OZ uni drop-out from the country and a Vietnamese accountancy alumni with a jolly brother apt at saying my name twice in every sentence. I liked it from the start!
And now I go to bed while the bulk of you are having a late lunch or an early breakfast... can anyone try to explain me the function of the date line again!
I'll keep up the good work if you keep up yours. Take care of yourselves and let others do their fair bit. Don't get in the way of destiny, and remember, not only average heroes die of old age.
Rain
