Winery Tour

Four glasses of white wine mixed up with four glasses of red wine had already made my stomach tumbling. After sipping the last glass of Merlot in the second winery, I totally passed out. For the rest of the afternoon, I had to resist my temptation by rejecting to slurp down anymore alcohol. It was my first and ever winery tour. The Englishmen on my tour was happily gulping down glasses of wine and talked about the cricket test; while J and I were suffering the unrest from our stomach and dizziness in our head. We are hopeless in drinking.

Bush Fire

Wednesday is the worst day of the week. The ecstatic memory of weekend fun has already loomed away while there are a few days of workdays ahead of you. Dull and boring is the precise descriptions of Wednesday soul.

Like a lot of people, my Christmas feast started this week. The 10 courses Lebanese banquet on Monday night was the opening rite. It was a compensation meal from K as the missing ten-day Queensland adventure chic-chased tour. I think he would be better of being kidnapped than coming back and facing 10+ people go after him for his off-track behaviour. The following night, B, Susu and me went for a treat for premium steaks in Steakhouse, which is located in Dockland. Poshed settings, fantastic waterfront views, tasted dishes and mellow red wine made the night enjoyable. The next fete was set on next Wednesday, when I am going to celebrate my Birthday in the Yarra Valley winery.

The iconic image of Christmas is white, but this year, in Australia, we are facing a smoky Christmas. Not from the Aussie BBQ but the furious bushfires that are worsen year after year. Third time in December, we have an extremely hazy day and people who have aspiratory problem are advised to stay indoor. Looking outside, the sky is pink and our surroundings are covered with obscurity. It is as disguising as you can imagine.

Let the inner child out

When I was young, I loved to cling tired the one dollar coin spared from my parents and dazzling to the little box stand with tiny toys insulated in an egg shape shell. Standing in front of the box and wriggle my head around it for uncounted times, I finally deposit the coin into its swivel slot. “Click” and one of its eggs rolled out into my hand. The toys were just a then-fashionable cartoon character made of cheap rubber material. Yet, at the young age when one dollar is a bank of wealth, getting such kind of toy is like a blessing. I dragged slowly every time I walked pass the box like that. As I am growing, life steps in a much faster pace. I forgot all about this silly fun and not even gave a glimpse at such things when I walked pass. Suddenly, one day, I stop in front of one box, and find I have more than one a dollar coins in my wallet. Hearing the familiar but distant “click” sound, an egg rolled into my hand. My inner child came out and find herself a childish joy again.

Another eight more weeks, I will be pursuing a completely new and tough life. I can see my soul is dying as the days in Melbourne are dragging in the last one year; my sickness is cured, but my wisdom angels fly away one after another. The world over the hedge is a different world, if it is not more beautiful. I recently sent out a lot of emails to my friends, informing them I am leaving. To my greatest touch, a lot of them replied with encouragement and moral supports. Everyone is working hard to build their career and the life they desire. I don’t want to be the one who is left behind in this Melbourne trap.

Victoria Weather

Victoria is facing a harsh weather condition in the upcoming summer – drought, bush fire, and erratic temperature. After two 40 degree days, Melbourne finally gets rid of the hazy weather and bear with the gloomy 20 degree days in the next a couple of days. In this blog, I talk about Melbourne weather a lot and never favour about it. Another seven more weeks, I will be out of this city and wish not to come back to live anymore.

I have been very boring recently as K switch off his phone since Thursday two weeks ago and vanishes with my $25. My main entertainment now is trying hard to finish reading the Bonfire of the Vanities book and watch notable movies on weekends. Melbourne life is like that, work is work, after work is another life. Never content but never stress, never want to come back.

Being Tubby

I was such a retard on Saturday night. Lying leisurely on my bed while watching Garfield on TV at 7.00pm, I was unconsciously shifting my head lower and lower to the bed. After the third commercial break, my head hit the bed and I fell asleep right away. The next thing I gained conscious of was a stupid game show playing on TV and my head was not sitting on a pillow but on my bed sheet. Quickly got myself changed back to pyjama, I hit the bed again and continue to sleep. I was so much like that tubby Garfield and dreamt of eating lasagne that night.