You've gotta love this city...

My last evening in Sydney for the year 2004. At this time tomorrow, I will be in a plane somewhere over the Indian Ocean.

I think my last full day in Sydney was rather productive. Packing, got a haircut, more packing...oh yeah, and after eighteen-and-a-half years of being unconventional, my mum decided to go all normal on me and requested that I clean my room before we leave:

The stressed-out, clean-freak, nagging mother logic for why I should clean my room: You need to vacuum the floor and wipe the dust off everything, and have everything all sparking clean before you go on a long trip, because all this dust is going to settle and fester during the time we're away, and everything will be really filthy when we come back (or something to that effect - it was in Cantonese, it's a bit hard to do a direct translation.)
The lazy uni-student response to why I shouldn't have to clean my room: Why would you want to make everything clean, when you won't even be living there? And if it's just going to get dusty while you're away, why not wait until you come back and do one big clean up? Stuff in my room has been gathering dust for the past four years anyway, I'm sure another six weeks won't make much of a difference. And anyway, I'm eighteen now, I have the right to live in a pig-sty if I want to. (No, I didn't say that last bit out loud).
The loving, caring, Christian daughter response: Just do what she says and clean the room.

At first I was just going to vacuum the floor, since I really haven't vacuumed the floor of my room for a very long time. Then after I had done that, I noticed that some of the stuff sitting on the top of my bookshelf was indeed very dusty, so I wiped the dust off a few of the really dirty things. Then I thought, well, if I'm going to wipe the dust off a few things, I might as well do it properly and wipe the dust off everything else there. To do that I would have to move everything off the bookshelf on to somewhere else....my desk would be most convenient. Except I had too much stuff on my desk, so I had to rearrange all the stuff on my desk first. In doing so, I noticed that the stuff on my desk was also very dusty, so I decided to wipe the dust off all the things on my desk too.

So began my review lesson on the concept of "surface area to volume ratio": indeed, lots of small items = more surface to wipe dust off than a single big item.

It also occured to me as I was doing this that I am incredibly blessed to have so many things to wipe dust off.

So now my room is really clean. Yay for my neat, organised, dustless room, that will be uninhabited by humans for the next six weeks! I hope the presence of God enjoys it.

Ahem...yeah...

I'm going to miss Christmas in Sydney this year. I'll miss the people, the summer...but I guess I'll have other things to look forward to.

Hehehe, look at the length of this post....Look at all the stuff on this blog! I can't believe I've managed to write so much useless information in less that a month. Thank you to everyone who's read/contributed to the verbal diarrhoea on this page :P

Goodnight Sydney!