Life is like a box of chocolates

Just keep it in the fridge or they'll all melt.....

It's about 33 degrees here in Sydney... one hell of a shock to the system. New York was uncharacteristically warm for November, but that was like 17-21 degrees... this bloody Australian weather... who'd wanna live here??

Such a weird feeling on the flight coming back into Oz. Was really bummed out about the end of my trip, but once we got within a couple hours of landing in Sydney I felt, I guess, elated at the thought of being home. Now I am here in Sydney saying "It's great to be home", and I haven't spent more than 3 weeks of my entire life in Sydney.... how could this be home?

... the Aussie accent I guess is the real thing that blows you away more than anything. When I got on the plane in New York I almost wanted to throttle the captain with his thick American accent. But when I got on the plane in LA, the Aussie accent of the pilot and crew almost bowled me off my seat... really was an amazing sense of "home".

"C'Mon Aussie C'Mon, C'mon!!"

Anyways Justaan has finished his meeting, time to go for coffee, lunch... or something.