2009

This has been quite a year, and one that I feel, has passed rather too quickly. Or maybe its just me having lost track of time. Maybe I was just too occupied.

Oh I don’t know. Time is never linear anyway.

With the dates and the days approaching the inevitable, sappy and emotional posts are beginning to light up the horizon of Facebook feeds like lighthouses on the shores of a treacherous sea.

I, on the other hand, will have none of that. Just this post. Just this one post on this one blog, for just this one time.

This has indeed been a tough a year for me.

Completely unlike the violent fluctuations between extremes of the previous twelve months, this feels more like a repugnant war that has been bitterly and arduously fought; a series of long drawn battles on many personal fronts.

There were those few times that were oh-so-difficult, that seemed so unbearably tortuous, that saw no air and no light in tunnels that had no end.

But that’s alright I guess. It’s all in the past now.

Through all that I have seen so much more. My ears are less wet now, my soul more seasoned, and my mind much less green.

They say all good things must eventually come to an end. But it’s not just the good things that must end, but the bad, the horrid and the nasty as well. And this is a year that has seen so many things finally come to an end, and so much unfinished business finally finished.

What’s left is a world freed of so many unnecessary complexities, devoid of so much drama, emptied of so much anguish. What’s left is a world and a life I would never trade for anything else, ever.

What’s left are people that are true; friends that I cannot be more glad to have known, friends I cannot be more glad to know, and friends I cannot be more glad to have. 

What more than to be able to start a new year on that note?

= )

Report

Ah my blog; this almost-forgotten page in the myriad of other pages on the great, big net has been left neglected for... well, for just a short period of time.

But it certainly feels like an eternity to me. I've been busy starting my industrial training, waking up early, scuffling here and there, trying to adjust to the new sleep-wake cycles, learning to do new things at work, and all that other other other other stuff[s].

Still, couldn't be happier with how and where everything is at.

And still wouldn't trade any of this for anything else in the world, especially since of late, it has become increasingly clear to me how wonderful and fortunate a life I have.

I believe we must always move on and move forward in life, and one should never go back to things of the past. And in line with that, I cannot say how glad and pleased I am with the things (and the people especially) that are around me today. Whoever and whatever that are not, well, it's for the better!

So I am to wake at around seven a.m. tomorrow [yes, even on Saturdays =( ] to go through another tiring [half] day at work. Until next time, I'll see you guys soon =D

Life

...is good.

Peace. Serenity. The knowledge of there being nothing that would be troubling me for many, many days to come.

That I survived my first semester in UNSW, that I didn't fail Advanced Thermofluids, that I'm rid of all unnecessary social bonds --especially ones that are detrimental to my well-being, that the world is ripe with opportunity, that anything and everything is possible, that my life is fresh, clean and most of all, that my life is straightforward and simple again.

Forget silver linings, there isn't a dark cloud in sight! =D

Breather

My two week long holiday in Sydney comes to an end.

Tomorrow I board another 747-400, though this time round, the plane heads north, back to the tropics of South East Asia.

These past ten days have been thoroughly therapeutic; in my solitude I have found peace, and plenty of time to rest, and tons of it for me to reflect on.

I have also finally managed to find time to straighten out a multitude of nagging issues, ones that I think I have finally managed to un-clutch myself from.

I feel this post is uncharacteristically short, given the volume of things that have happened, but if anything, John Mayer sums everything up wonderfully in this new song of his.

So until next time, wish me a safe and trouble-free trip home. =D

Bridges Burnt

Enough.

I'm sick of these dark recesses.

Come to think of it, isolation and avoiding issues have never helped me in the long run: they serve only to numb the initial shock.

Facing facts, knowing precisely where I stand are the things that give me my grounding.



But I think best of all is dealing with issues.  

I felt a huge sense of liberation when before the finals finished I told the person what I had wanted to tell for a very, very long time straight to the face.

I no longer care about the outcome, or how it will affect said person.

I stand by my decision, but I will not stand for what I consider an utterly unacceptable act.



Today I managed to tell another person what I had wanted to say for quite some time.

And it feels relieving.

It's pretty odd how not caring makes me feel better.

I vow to myself to write less emotionally-drenched posts after this one.

Wish me luck.

And friends, thanks for all your comments. Thanks for sticking around. Thanks for everything. You guys are great.

"...you'd be a clown by now" 

Stench of Resentment

It was unfair. 

Setting four semester's worth of "stuff" into three questions that covered 25% of the syllabus and having it worth 60% of the subject... is... 

I would have accepted defeat and failure had I not put in the effort. I did. And this just doesn't feel right.

I was so stunned that when I left the hall half an hour before the allocated two, I was literally laughing.

But it's not funny. And I feel really, really down.

This isn't the way things should unfold.

The Spiral

Chaos and insanity reigns. The world swirls around you. Dates and people and books and notes and formulas and theory and the pressure of succeeding -not just in these four subjects, but for the many more to come- converge into a continuum devoid of meaning or perspective.

You lose all your faith, hope and respect you had for those around you. They squander into insignificance; your relationship with them carrying little meaning, as they slowly decay into obscurity.

When those closest to you are farthest from you, when those you could always fall back on cannot support the weight of your most difficult burdens, when you realise no one will be there for you and no one can or will do a thing if and should you fail… not just this academic semester, but on all the greater vestiges of the would-bes of your grandiose life...

You will realise then, that you are truly all alone in all this, and no comforting words, or thoughts will bring you out of your own pathetic, miserable little grave.

You then wished you, along with all the other fucking little things around you, could just fall apart, crumble and silently vanish into the abyss, as the spiraling vortex sucks it all away.

State of Affairs

I kid you not when I say that I didn’t study today. Or during the weekend. Or that yesterday, when I did actually managed to study, it was only a pathetic flip of two pages in the textbook.

Mind you, two pages of intense, heavily compressed, deeply-encompassing theory and required-understanding is no small matter. But fuck that, it’s still shitty progress nevertheless.

And adding to it was the entire last week that I just lazed and drifted through. I depended on my course-mates to finish up the lab report, and complete the assignment.

Since the submission of the fifty-page, six thousand-word assignment that was worth 30% two Fridays ago, I have reached a point of complete and utter mental saturation.

I can stare at a page the whole day and nothing would go in. I could force myself to read through the texts and that would be it: empty reading. I could resubstitute things into a formula and redo an example again and again, and not know how to do it minutes after.

I don’t even fear the finals, which is strangely odd.

As the days and the dates change, all I see are just figures passing me by -the same way I see passing figures as I do passing equations and formulae.

Worthless, meaningless figures and symbols.

I have become bored and sick and tired to death with entropy, enthalpy, nozzles, stagnation points, critical points, internal energy, the units kJ/kg, kmols, m/s and all the ensuing mass of garbled, jumbled mess.

It is my own downfall, all this. It is me who chose such a course because of my own initial self ‘interest’ in this field, and having lost it, I haven’t the ability to go on further.

I’d imagine the pressure has just not built to such a point where the sheer prospect of obliteration and the consequences of failure would force me to get all this stuff into my head anyhow, by hook or by crook, regardless of ‘interest‘ or ‘mood‘ or other ‘nonsense’.

And honestly, I hope that day better come real soon.

I...

I remember waking up early on Saturday mornings, speeding my way down the Sg. Besi highway. Keane, and Dashboard Confessional were played loud on the stereo. The sun having just risen, the highway empty of cars, the hot, humid Malaysian weather barely that, and the ever so troubling speed limit of 90 km/h I never obeyed. Ms Lee and JLJC were often the subjects of these trips I made to the big city.


I remember my first time drinking before the sun had set.

It was with Ms Lee, where in my order of Pepsi, she ordered a margarita. Then me, with a RM15 bottle of Heineken -what ensued wouldn’t surprise anyone.

That was also the first time I hung out with cousins I had never previously knew; the age gaps between us had ensured two decades of zero communication.


I remember finishing the 6 p.m. Machine Control classes on Thursdays, immediately jumping into the car with the clothes for the overnight stay already packed into the boot beforehand, and (again) driving speedily to catch dinner and a movie with LSH. And the early, sleep-deprived Friday mornings back to Nilai to catch another class. The Script were frequent favourites on the stereo. Many a times I left for Ipoh later the same day, or for KL early the next.



I remember that afternoon with ABS. It was one of the best conversations I’ve had in months, and certainly the most Heinekens I’ve ever had at one goal. I got so drunk I had a hangover the next day, but still drove back to Nilai to pack everything into the car before making my way back to Ipoh for the final time.

But what I remember most of all are the drives back to Ipoh on those Friday evenings.

With the sun about to set, a wonderful golden-hue was cast across the land. It’s boiling hot out there, but inside, the brand new air-conditioner of the brand new car is blowing an unending gust of freezing cold air. Andrea Bocelli is playing at at least a hundred decibels, as I (again) exceed the speed limit. With each additional rpm, the engine gets ever more powerful, rocking harder and harder with every speed increase -to a point where even the steep climb of the highway nearing Ipoh is no obstacle: the car just pushes through without a sweat. And it is roughly by then that the sun was almost completely set, where the xenon headlamps would have lit a million miles in front of me.

And then I remember reaching home. The drinks and the suppers with my dad, the chats with my parents, the white coffee in the evenings, my two cats, and the lovely meals.

Those simply were, the best times of my life.

I miss home.

Hours After Midnight

Another gruesome 14 hours in university. Another day passes. Another cycle beckons to repeat itself.

Before I plonk my head down onto the pillow and call it a night -something which I seriously need to do- I have this incessant urge to write.

Something deep. Something profound. Something meaningful.

Alas, there exists nothing within this skull but a tired and weary mind.

So I turn it off, and leave as little conscious intervention between my fingers and the keyboard as possible.

I have so many things to say.

I am happy.

I have been so for many, many days now. Despite the frequent, violent mood swings that would suggest otherwise, the unbearable stress and pressure to perform, despite the bastards and the bitches that plague my every living day, despite my moodiness --despite all this, there exists a deep, underlying current of happiness.

Of content, and of hope.

And belief.

Alas, after thirty extraordinary months, I have finally put things back in order.

I'm back.

Consequences Unknown

1 a.m.

Friday night.

In Sydney.

And this is me, having just gotten out of the shower from a gruesome sixteen-hour long stretch in uni.

I have decided that tonight, I will pour myself a strong one, and take time out for myself.

Just me, this yellow lamp, this huge bottle of whisky, my lovely set of earphones and a big fat internet connection.

Slaughter House

Last time I checked, we're three weeks to a month away from the exams.

Last time I checked, we're filled with so many assignments, so many reports, there isn't any time to study or revise.

Last time I checked, we're to pass all these stuff up on week twelve, the exams are on week fourteen.

How will four months worth of lectures, theories, and knowledge be crammed into the head, to be fully understood and applied to five final papers defies me.

That each semester costs forty grand is troubling enough, that the chances of not passing being so high is another pill too bitter to swallow.

"Save me" is so understated.





A friend tells me "it's not the end of the world".

I swing back and forth from fear, worry and nervousness to blissful ignorance.

Feels as if whatever I do won't make a difference.

Feels as if the war is already lost.

Differentiation

I’m feeling better by the day.

I’m not just feeling better, I’m actually happy.

I’m happy for no good reason at all; when I get out of the bed I just feel happy. In the shower, I feel happy.

I’m puzzled; when shit happens, when the bitches and the bastards fuck me up, I revert back to a happy state within minutes.

I’m under tremendous pressure.

I’m under five million Pascals of stress.

I’m aware of the arduous academic work the lies ahead of me.

But I’m happy.

Maybe its because I get to, and am finally living in my own skin. Maybe its because I’ve settled down in this ecosystem.

Though by no means am I at the top of the food chain -yet? Maybe. Who knows.

Simplification of my life I think, has worked exceptionally well for me.

Oust the bitches. Oust the bastards.

Kill the arbitrary constant: there will be no more mathematical integration here.

Down this alley we differentiate until only the necessary things are left. =)

Jumbled Emotions and Incoherent Thoughts by the Yellow Lamp

If I called it quits, threw in the towel, and let things die...

If I couldn't see past the past,

If I couldn't let bygones be bygones,


Will you blame me for it?

Will you blame me for the things I've said and done?

Will you blame me for the way I behave?


What if there really was nothing more to life than this?

What if none of this was worth the trouble?

What if the your life really was insignificant in the grand scheme of things?


Maybe this is how it all is.

Maybe this is how things end.

Maybe this is the way the universe works.


Surely you can't see everything the way I do,

Surely you think in a different light,

Surely you think I'm crazy.


Would you cut me some slack without me asking for it?

Would forgiveness lie waiting at the end of this road?

Would there be mercy when this is all over?

No Air

It’s a lovely Saturday night: cool, breezy, but not exceedingly cold. The air smells of joy and jubilation. Living it out good, celebrating life, and taking it easy after a long, tiring week’s worth of hard work.

This was made all the more so as two lovely hits from The Eagles played whist I cycled home.

They reminded me of my dad -we spent many Saturday nights together, drinking, having delicious suppers, and driving home speedily through the streets after that.


But for now, that will all have to remain what it is: a lovely thought, and a memory.

Because for now and until this damn semester is through, there will be no breaks, no time to rest, no free slots to live it out good -there will be no joy.

The sad truth is, I HAD to have the phone play something as I made my way through the modestly lit open areas of upper campus --simply because it felt eery to be walking alone in the silent, empty spaces devoid of people.

The sad truth is, I HAD to stay back and do assignments on a Saturday night.

The sad truth is, these days Friday, Saturday and Sunday means not that the weekend has arriveth, but that there are no lectures or tutorials, and that these are the times that I should use to study or finish up the unending continuum of academic work.

'Give me a fucking break!' has never rang so true.

11th Hour

I love this song.

I think it's more of the context (from my POV) of the song that I like than anything else: the world around you is fast falling apart, through all the bitterness and all that was lost, the one you loved some point back in time is standing there with you. In one sweeping moment, bygones are truly bygones. Nothing of the past matters -there isn't a future left to live.

But its only in dreams, and in reality, the heartache lingers on.

Genius!

Gone are the Days

What a hazy day it is today.

Reminds me so much of Chinese New Year 2009. Ahh CNY09: I had such a wonderful time back then, having spent it with family, the best of friends, having tons of cash and a brand new car to drive around in.

Nothing could have been better than that.

Sadly, no, I do not have pictures to show for a Sydney drenched in haze amidst the mid afternoon, but I do have pictures from all those months back.

Home, the people who matter in life, material wealth and days devoid of academic pressure …how I wish it was all like that today.

Reboot

Filled to the brim with academic work, the assignments and their impending datelines line themselves up against me, inching and marching ever closer at an incessant, unceasing pace.

Amidst the pointless, mindless slaving, there is boredom.

And there is a yearning for something more: this can’t be all there is to life. There has just got to be something more.

More to life than these shallow, empty souls that populate the space around me. More to life than these figures, theories, equations, and charts and tables. More to life than humanity’s petty, calculative and selfish attitudes.

I know, I just do: there is something deeper and more meaningful to all this. Something better, something simpler, more honest, more decent and more real --even though at this point in time realism would seem to be the last thing that is on my side.

I don’t need people to breathe optimism or life into me.

I don’t need naysayers, trouble causers or shit stirrers.

I don’t need bitch queens.

I think I know what I need, and I think I know the things that need to be done.

Life shouldn't be this messy or convoluted.

All that happened in the weeks prior sickens me to death still. I don’t ever want a repeat, and never do I want to see myself through that nonsense again.

I’ve found myself a map and a half functioning compass.

Wish me luck.

All in a Song

Pleading

What a spectacular collapse it was. What a giant hellhole I fell into. What a mess I became. What a wreck I’ve become.

What a sham it all was. A sham, yes, that’s what it all feels like. It’s probably not quite the right word, but its the only one I keep arriving back to.

Everything feels like a huge, giant sham.

Over the course of the last two years, I’ve done so many things, gone to so many places, seen so much and met so many people ...all the things which I would never have thought possible as the reclusive teenager that I was.

And from those towering heights -the pinnacles of life- I’ve grown so much, I’m so much less green, I’m so much more seasoned, I’m so much less foolish. I’ve matured, and gained so much… oh so, so very much.

But the simple fact is this: I’ve lost too much.

Too much for my own sake, too much for all this to be worth the trouble. I’ve grown cheap, fake and hollow like a beautiful, empty porcelain shell.

Through the smiles, the lies, the jokes, the superficial conversations and the favours that go both ways, there exists only one goal in the end: to get what it is we actually want.

This is all so very wrong, and it really can not go on like this.

My altruism in life, my good faith in people, my desire to do only what is right no matter what --these have already been lost.

I want not to lose any more.

Night out at Coogee

Having handed in all most of the assignments that were due, and as we promised each other, when yesterday night came it was time to go out and "WEEETTT" :D

We headed to Coogee to look for a place to drink and chill after dinner. I must say; I had a HELLUVA good time!

Oh yes, this for the tourists for sure! =D

Thats the pathetic McD that closed by the time we finished our drinks, which was before midnight *rolleyes*

Flags... big flags that hang proudly <3 you hardly get to see this back home =/ That Johhnie Walker --as lovely as it was-- was a drink too expensive to buy a second! 

Where it started off pretty overly controlled and quiet... but when these rounds started to kick in...

...everyone was getting happier! =D

And having had so many rounds, our friend started to say "who cares!" 

Alcohol does many things to many people, but this was the first time I've seen it make someone powerful! =D

Of course pictures do lie, and what was actually going on was far from a bossy scene XD

And then of course there's this:

Writing in the Sky

Stolen Days

Coming back to this blog page and reading the previous post makes it sound as if it was just last weekend that I was at the park, but that was actually two weeks ago.

I didn't have a 'weekend' last Friday/Saturday/Sunday. I was slaving day and night, from morning till at least 9pm everyday that week to finish off assignments. 

I worked like a dog. 

I start to think how much easier things were back in Inti, and I actually kinda miss it. This was to be expected I suppose: you don't pay large sums of cash to a top notch uni and expect things to be easy, and still expect to graduate from with highly reputable degree -you work your arse for it! =/

Oh well.

Here are the pictures from the park:

I never knew lying under the sun was such a pleasant thing to do until I came here!

This may be nothing to most people --a task so easy and trivial that no one would even bother mentioning-- but this is me, and this is MY blog, and this to me is a huge achievement: I for the first time in my life used a pan and cooked meat! I actually cooked raw minced beef! =D

So yes, I took a bloody picture of this too! =D

Bondi Beach

So it was Saturday, and having had lunch, the three of us had nothing more to do. So we headed down to the beach (since I've never been there!) and my, was it spectacular!

Sunshine. Blue skies. Blue seas. Breeze. And the sheer power of those Pacific waves! 

Yeah, I really wished a handful of you were really here!!! =(

And this is what we had for dinner: Hurricane's pork ribs. No one should die before eating this, and I'm not joking. It's really that good!!!!

Yes, if it wasn't for the flash blowing out the text on my phone's LCD, it would have read: 'Wish you were here' too =/

Oh well. Today's a lazy day though. Did my laundry, said 'no' to Chinatown, cooked spaghetti for lunch, and then cycled to Centennial Park and lazed under the sun for an hour, then came to the library to 'online'! =D

The Curve

It's 8 p.m. Friday night.

I just had the urge to be alone tonight, to take time out for… myself. Just myself, this yellow lamp and my dozens of chilled Budweisers in the fridge.

There's no internet connection still, so I open up iPhoto and began playing slideshows of pictures from all those years and months back.

They remind me of many things. The times, the places, the feelings… they do not fade one bit. I can remember them as if it was all just yesterday. I cannot help but smile: the good times were plentiful.

But most obvious of all is the people. Ah the people: some are still around, some having grown closer, some further, some having left embittered, and many, mostly indifferent.

The pictures also remind me of many events and periods of my life, some of which unbearably gruesome, others stirring up feelings of nostalgia, whilst countless others evoke a multitude of mixed emotions.


In many ways, I thought of coming here as an opportunity to (in a way) start life anew. I thought of it as a chance to begin from a clean slate where many of the baggages and unnecessary complexities from my past no longer existed.

I'd be honest: it doesn't feel that way. 

All I feel is this shadowing sense of insignificance; life if you think about it is pretty weird. It's as if all of the sudden, many of the things and the people whom you knew all the five thousand kilometers away no longer seemed to matter as much (if at all) as/like they once did before.

But then there are those of which whom you communicate with on a daily basis, all those five thousand kilometers back when you hardly talk to the people who live a mere five seconds from you. 

We were distributed tons of reading material upon arrival in uni. Leaflets and guides were poured on us as if their cost were immaterial. There was this section where the adaptation process of an international student to the local environment was described as a U-curve: happy and excited at first, one then experiences disillusionment and alienation, then collapsing into misery and depression, which at this period is represented by the lowest point in the U-curve.

Once the person has settled down properly and has gotten used to the place, and new and meaningful and lasting relationships developed, the person begins to thrive and starts to recover, eventually reaching the top of the other end of the U.

I recall telling my dad that I went through the whole curve on the first/second day itself. I recall breaking down like a little girl then --and only then-- and have never seen those symptoms described in the text ever again.

But I can't help but think of what I'm currently going through as some sort of alienation and disillusionment. But I currently have all that I need to survive, and more than enough to keep me happy as a human being. 

So why then am I in this solemn and introspective state of mind?

Sure as hell don't want to go into an emotional hole, I've been in enough of them! =O


(oh and by the way, also written in the guides were advice on finance, transport, use of words/slang/language, culture, safer sex, typical societal stereotypes, mention of tolerance towards homosexuality, where to go to for financial/emotion support as well as support for just about anything and everything! Cool huh? =D) 

The Purge

I think this must be it. ‘This’ the slow, the gradual, and the progressive death to a train of thought that has plagued my mind since…

Since it all fell apart.

Relentless and unceasing, each and every day it comes for me: hiding behind my active thoughts, surfacing from and menacing the times when my brain is idle.

But with each passing day, and with each passing dream, it grows ever weaker, as the threads of relevance slowly unbind and untangle themselves from the nasty convoluted mess that has been the giant thrombus in my head.

The lines between right and wrong converge and intersect, winding in and blurring out into a million eddies of contradictions. The more I see, the more I think, the less I know, and the less things seem to make sense.

You then start to think about how people do it, and why.

And then you start to wonder: were you ever meant for such a thing?

Status Report

It’s been three weeks since I landed in Australia, and life here I must say is pretty good!

Well, there are always two sides of a coin of course.

I’ve almost completely forgotten how it feels like to be in a 25C+ environment. Last week I went by three days without rice. I’ve forgotten how it feels like to drive. I’m starting to like, and be okay with having bread taking up an ever increasing portion of my food-pie. Every time I eat a good, proper Chinese meal, it feels like it was forever since I last had one. And if paying eight to ten dollars -the standard price- for every meal once (or twice) a day was of no concern, then there is absolutely no problem with the food here. From Asian to Western, fast food to restaurant to home-cooked-style food, everything is here.

I think that my chances of finding and developing relationships (of any and every sort) here are more limited then they were back home. I think I will be reluctant all the way up till the very end of my course to tip the scale in favour (or against staying and working) here for a couple more years.

I still keep multiplying prices by three and converting them back to RM, though with food this habit has stopped completely. I’m more or less getting used to walking half an hour to get to my classroom in uni, though at the same time the feeling of annoyance and sometimes that of frustration has not subsided.

And speaking of uni, academic life here is starting to get tough-ish. The amount of material I need to read up on and revise for is already piling up and all this are pretty heavy stuff to absorb.

And last but definitely not least, we still have yet to get the internet connection set up in our apartment. Which sucks, but oh well.

The skies are wonderfully blue almost all the time, and the sun and the sky at dusk is simply spectacular.

I should have much more positive things to write about, and that is absolutely true: but knowing me, and me being me, that just doesn’t really happen much! XD

So that’s it for now folks.

I’ll catch you all soon enough. =)

Questions With No Answers

I can’t help but feel small.

No, I’m not talking about being below average stature wise, but being small as a living being. Humanity is small: we’re nothing but a tiny speck in a vast and giant universe, or a multitude of them if you are so inclined.

Our existence is only for a brief instant in what must be an infinitely long timeline that stretches (almost) for ever.

Life really is short.

We live, we struggle, we thrive, we fight, we enjoy, but ultimately, we all die.

The religionists will talk of and tell you delusions of an afterlife of eternal bliss -or suffering, depending on whether you bow to their all-so-loving creator, but that’s another story altogether- but the truth is, no one is spared from the fear of death.

I doubt many of us truly believe in that fairy tale.

So why can’t we ever take a step back from it all? Why can’t we ever take it all in and see that our existence, and our lives are pretty much insignificant? Why can’t we stop lying to ourselves?

Are we all really that cowardice to face reality?

Life isn’t perfect. Shit happens. Mistakes are made. Relationships turn sour. Grudges are held. Bridges are burnt. People are shitty. All of us are selfish.

Why can’t we accept all that? Why do we put expectations and apply standards that we ourselves cannot live by?

Why can’t we just live an honest life devoid of pointless pretence, and spare ourselves the hypocrisy?

The Sydney Series Part II

It was Saturday night and no one wanted to be at home (well, maybe it was just me and my housemate, as we still do not have an internet connection).

So out to the city the five of us went (after a long and tiring trip earlier in the day to the other side of Sydney to IKEA). Me and my friend brought our cameras along and had some night shots of the opera house and Harbour Bridge taken.

Have a look:

Kinda impressive, isn't it? But nah. It was really more like this:

If it was in Malaysia, I bet it would be lit properly as brightly as the twin towers.

And the famous bridge looked like this in the night:

...which is a flattering picture of it I must say. Perhaps they're just trying to save on electricity bills?

Oh well. It was a fun night nevertheless. Oh, and the buses here are in service all the way till the wee hours of the morning, unlike the midnight Cinderella public transport back in Malaysia. Nice huh?

I kinda miss home, family, and friends. I'm missing you all!