GC Journal II

GC Journal I

1) Aussie men like to walk about in short, short shorts and their boots. Steve Irwin look-alikes everywhere

2) Skinny Aussie men like to hold onto lard… the ’twice their size’
girlfriends.

3) Everyone and Anyone on the streets are so polite and friendly. Clearly, they need no courtesy campaign like Singaporeans and Malaysians.

4) Services Services Services…. The bus drivers, bank tellers, school administrators, shopkeepers… Gosh… They attend to enquiries with full attention on ya… (not pressurized by the long long queue behind)

5) Which also explain… the perception of Slow and Lazy Australians.. (Well, they just like to take things slow and steady.. Hmmm, I wonder about their sex motto...)

6) The night market over at Surfer Paradise isn’t homogeneous… Thanks god..

7) The food portions served in food outlets and restaurants can feed Two Me.

8) Discounted supermarket sell fashionable clothes too.. Will it be a deadly fashion mistake to shop there..? Oh Heck... Who cares??

9) There is a weird stench wafting to my nose, from my housemate’s room. I just pray hard that it is not from any dead bodies…

To be cond’t….

P.s: Pssst... GC stand for Gold Coast.. Dumbsters...

The place where Winter hides

It’s cold in here.
And I like it here, I wouldn’t lie.

For the past few days, I led my new life in numbness and a dreamlike manner. Everyday just happened like it should. And all I have to do, is to follow like I should. I didn’t feel excited. Nor sad. I couldn’t understand why was that so. FYI: My tears didn’t flood the airport during my send-off . Actually... Not quite I have expected. I guess all the negative and forlorn feelings have been discussed over and over with my friends beforehand, and somehow, I have been properly prepped for the emotional, wild ride.
(Thanks for listening, Az, Ethan, Gerald, Vinz, Ally and many other dear friends… )

Ally said that I will feel miserable once I reached Australia and it’s good if I can let it out in one loud, non-restraining cry. Again, I didn’t.

The only people that managed to sting my eyes with streams of tears are Ethan and Gerald. Especially Ethan. I never knew how much I meant to him… till I read his blog. All the while, in Singapore, he had been encouraging me to proceed and stay strong with the Aussie planning. I have thought that he had taken my leaving a tad too easy. He didn’t even tell me that he will miss me at the airport- where that heartless Gerald had sms me early in the morning that he will.

Who know.... For my departure gift, he compiled a photo album for me. Decked out with moments of the trio.. Something that I never expected. And a message that didn’t fail to get me crying every time I read it.

Thank you so much for everything. Please come and visit me soon. I won’t make you sleep on the floor- we can share the bed.. Just like in Hongkong. Remember that teeny bed? Gerald can sleep on the floor instead. : )

It is not that I don’t miss my family or friends like the Uberduperians etc. I am just waiting for homesickness to hit me. Maybe... that explained the numbness? That I am waiting to be terribly homesick as severely warned by many?

Looking at my family through the webcam warmed my heart. Seeing Vodka's eyes pricked when i yelled her name, made me laugh. I miss them. But not exactly aching, pining for. Maybe just not yet....

Settling in down with the accommodation was easy. Unpacking and arranging the furniture the way I like it… was satisfying. I have never had a room to myself. This is a new sensation of freedom for me. My housemate is a male Bangladeshi from America. (yeah.. Never expected huh?) I started to appreciate the advice that Azmi gave me about staying with a guy. (ok..you win this time…)

However, it was pretty chaotic with the school. Transportation wasn’t easy and cheap from home to school. And they kept getting my Chinese name wrong. Rectification have been done twice and it is still wrong!

Nevertheless, I have settled down pretty well. Made numerous new friends. So you guys need not to worry about me. And for those who promised to come down for the Sunny Beaches and the Sweetiee Me… you better save up now…