Tuesday, May 30, 2006 | 5:09 AM

It has been a loonng trip.

The public holiday probably ended on Saturday, but you know the things with holidays. Sometimes traffic jams happen or you get distracted by roadside stalls, or some accidents happen, or you stop for a breather so you wont fall asleep and crash into a signpost later.

These little kinds of things that make you late for work on Monday and stuff because you return too late home to unpack and stuff on Sunday.

But you know what, it feels great to be home, no matter that you stumbled unglamorously through the door, bedraggled hair, crumpled clothes from siting in one position too long, carrying all those knick knacks you picked up along the way, those dirty laundry strewn about in your luggage case along with all those toiletries you stole from the hotels along the way.

So you return home back to the grind of daily life, memories of all the wonderful sights of nature you saw, all traces of warm laughter you heard, all the not very happy thoughts you had when you puked your guts out by a roadside foodstall, all money spent on coffee for the corrupted, all of these and more fading away as you, with a sigh, surveyed the 1 nanometer thick layer of dust over your furniture and examine your wilting plants.

And by the time you reach your office, and was sitting beside a huge stack of work on your desk, you put your hands behind your head and...

You think about holidays in general, about how happy and fun and relaxed they all are, and laugh at those little misadventures you had.

And dream about the next holidays. Life is still good, simply because, after everything, you find that, life still goes on, and everything will be alright.

Maybe except that the pirated VCD you bought cut the movie Over The Hedge short and had lousy audio.

Whatever all these crazy ramblings mean.

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