I feel the gravity in my eyes.
I have to pack for a holiday.
I have 4.5hrs before I fly.
I think I would rather lay.
Though I look forward to being in Perth.
Though I look forward to chanting with the Manchurian soccer lads.
Though I look forward to seeing Dutch turf.
Though I look forward to seeing my family, Mum and Dad.
....but I stare at my bag,
Hoping for magic to wag...
For I often dread whenever I pack...
And before I know it, I am back.
Quinh likes going places, but never the packing.
