Flight went smooth. Though there were a couple of people on the flight who was sitting around me talking loudly over the seats, I managed to sleep most of the way on the 2 hour flight.

As soon as we got our of the airport, there it was. As expected, grey clouds were looming across the skies, tears pouring down. No point feeling shattered that the forecast predicted rain all weekend. We were already on holiday, and there was nothing that was going to shatter our spirits!

 

First thing we noticed was how friendly our taxi driver was. Over the course of the next 3 days, we came to realise that it was probably their way of life. Unlike Melbourne taxis, the drivers were bountiful with friendliness. Sure enough, nothing could spoil our weekend!

 

A 30 minute cab ride and we arrived at our lovely destination. One quick phone call and Eric came downstairs to greet us and bring us up. Door opens and screams of laughter and excitement echoed the hallways. Gwenda, Laura, Micah, Shon (& Eric) greeted us with smiles! They were halfway done preparing breakfast, and good timing it was, as my stomach seemed to be in a heated argument with itself.

 

 

The rest of the day was spent walking around the lovely GC boulevard. Perfect atmosphere as it wasn’t too crowded, nor was it dead. A hustle and bustle of Melbourne city was soon forgotten as we made our way through the shops and cafes.

 

 

Every now and again, the girls would hit a shoe/makeup/jewellery/swimwear shop and Eric and I would chill and wait outside. Frustrating as it was, nothing was gonna take away this glorious weekend.

 

Not as exciting when shopping with members of the family.

 

Soon after, we were approached by a dude who was trying to sell tickets for a pubcrawl that was happening that very night. Thinking, “why not?’ and weighing out the option of risk and return, we took on the offer and started heading back to get ready for our crawl.




5:30pm was when it started. 11:30pm was when it was meant to end. Keyword in that phrase: meant to.

 

Back to the story, we went home at around 4:30pm to start getting ready for our big night out. As one would expect, both Eric and I finished getting ready in 2 seconds, followed by Micah a minute later. Having an hour to wait for the girls to get ready, there was only one thing we had to do.

 

Damn you alchohol photobomb.

 

Vodka. Scotch. Honey-flavoured liquor. Beer. Their voices heard in the distance calling our names. How could we resist?

We left the apartment at about 6pm. Feeling the effects of alcohol sipping through my veins, we made our way through to our first of five destinations!

Each venue welcomed us with a free drink/shot.

 

 

As you can imagine, most of the night was a blur. I can recall stuff when someone brings it up in retrospect, but sitting here writing this on my own isn’t helpful to my memory.

Laura and I won a little drinking game organized in venue number 2. We were rewarded with more shots. Perfect.

 

I feel like the Wicked Witch of the East.

Venue number 3, we were going for the hard stuff. Tequila, Bacardi & Absinthe joined the list of things that got us f$%ked.

 

Jager-bombs & the Green Fairy.

 

I specifically remember feeling sick around this time. Not so much because of the alcohol, moreso to do with the fact that dinner was conveniently forgotten by the group. But we found Pizza. Mmm, pizza never tasted better.

Vanity and Sin City were venue number 4 & 5. This was where the music starting pumping and the adrenaline started kicking in. Not unlike many clubs we get in Melbourne. And like many clubs in Melbourne, I’m not a big fan. Screaming and shouting just to ask “What drink is that in your hand?” simply doesn’t fulfil social satisfaction for me.

 

We don’t have to be in Vegas to know whats coming.

 

But once again, nothing was gonna wreck this weekend up!

 

1am. Gwenda and I decided to call it quits for the night. Out of the club, into the Kebab stall next door and back home, happily chugging down my Beef & Lamb kebab (which was AMAZING!)

Got home, chilled and sipped more beer.

 

Ching Ching!

 

From this moment, most of what happened was a blur. As my mind started to shut off and fall sleep, the rest of the group returned. It was about 3am. Noise filled the room, just like when you walk out of an elevator into and busy shopping mall. Everyone was off their faces.

Only photos to remember this night. And as they say, photos are worth a thousand words.

 

 

To be continued…

 

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I thought I’d better do this before I forget the experience! 3 weeks on and its still a fresh topic of conversation between the group of us.

So the 4th of March was where it began. Packing my bags the night before, Tish and I anticipated a crazy weekend ahead. Oh, we were in for a hell-ova-ride. Nothing we expected could’ve topped what we actually experienced.

Queensland, also known as the Sunshine State, was our destination. Gold Coast, specifically.

But the excitement started way before we even arrived. See, Tish and I decided to be “good samaritans” and only take Friday and Monday off from work, when everyone else found their way to GC on Thursday, March 3rd (“Good Samaritans” being in quotations as I called in sick that Thursday morning).

 

So Friday came. Flight at 9:15am. Shouldn’t be too hard. 7am wake up, shower, finish packing toothbrush and toiletries and off by 7:30. 30 minute ride to the airport, have an hour to get into terminal. That was the plan. Nothing wrong there, and everything went as smooth as ever — until we got to the airport.

 

Giant golf tee!

 

The parking lot was packed. We drove around for 10-15 minutes looking for a good parking spot when we decided enough was enough and to just pick one even if its too far. And because it was so far, we had to take a bus to each terminal, and there were 4. One guess which terminal was our stop…!

 

We got to the airport terminal at 8:45. Sweet, 30 minutes ’til plane departs. And as we walked into the terminal hall, there it was — a queue! The last bit of the equation that we forgot. The most important bit! How could I not factor waiting time into the equation. By this time, we had about 20 minutes to beat the line and get through the terminal gates.

I pictured flying money bills with white wings flutterring out of my pockets.

 

Tempting…

 

5 minutes to go. There were still about 20 people in front of us.

3 minutes to go. Still another 10.

1 minute to go. 2 more.

“Boarding pass, please?” and I flashed it. Put my bags on the conveyer, made it through the metal detectors without being detected (that’s a first!) got my bags, looked up, and Tish was already gone – way ahead of me. “B*tch” I thought, as I ran for the gates.

 

 

Made it!

The doors closed as soon as I got onto the flight grounds.

 

 

The GoldCoast awaits!

 

To be continued…

 

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Felt like having a bit of fun and humour myself at work today so I did this.

 

Customer requested a color swap when sending her HDD in for repair. I felt nice and wrote her a letter in response.

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Just recently, I found myself scrolling through pages of my memoirs: my Xanga. As embarassing as it was to read my thoughts and experiences, it was really quite uplifting to relive the memories that got me through my first couple of years here in Australia.

 

Omg what was I thinking?!

 

My blog has always been somewhat of a public diary. I share my experiences to try and relate to my readers. If you know me, I’m not much of a talker as I am a listener. Don’t get me wrong, if push comes to shove, I could probably talk my way out of awkward situations; but when it comes to group convos, I tend to overthink my response. I come up with awesome responses in my head but only to find that I’m 7 seconds too late to reply out loud as the conversation has drifted on. So I just laugh along, contributing my glossy-eyed chuckle to disguise the awkward silences while I catch up with the conversation.

 

I like analyzing my situation and weighing out my responses to fit the situation. I’m just analytical like that, as I am with alot of things I do. Some people act and say things on instinct; my instinct tells me otherwise.

 

The thing that I enjoyed about blogging is being able to analyze my experience and only choose the things I want to remember. I knew that I could sum up my day-to-day experience in a short article with pictures and random recollections, as I liked the idea of being able to revisit the moment of experience. I remember countless times where I wrote out an experience, good or bad, and re-read the article upon completion only to delete the horrible thoughts I had and leave only the good ones to be published. I remember thinking – “if one day I found myself rereading this post, I wouldn’t want to remember this.” And that was what I did. And to be honest, it worked out well cause reading through my Xanga posts, only fun-filled memories popped into my head while I relived the moment(s).

 

I’m not going to lie. In a lot of ways, I was determined to bring myself up in the online community and achieve internet popularity such as Kenny Sia (who has been a big inspiration to me!). That was another main reason I started blogging. It now seems like a shameless idea, but as shameless as it is, it was something I would’ve really appreciated. I tend to shun away in large group conversations in real life. I don’t like the feeling when people’s attention is put right on you. When that happens, my heart starts pounding while my eyes and body langauge gets shifty. I can literally feel every nerve in my body screaming “BAIL! BAIL!” But online, I can hide away from the stares and judgements behind my computer screen. And as any human being feels, the attention is comforting.

 

Now I would be lieing if I said that I don’t ever think like that anymore.

 

But the motivation to keep trying to satisfy the majority keeps lighting up then dying off soon after. Just like RL, I find it hard to maintain a social circle only that is outside my comfort zone. Come to think of it, I’m even struggling to keep it active within my comfort zone. And its true what people say; working 9-5 will diminish your social life.

 

I guess what I’m saying (to myself mainly), is that I want to continue writing in this blog to relive the good memories I have or am about to experience.

 

Actually I just realised, I did continue writing in THIS very blog after Xanga post-2006. But because of server maintenance and domain hosting issues, I may have lost 2-3 years of my life. :(

OH and I just realised again, I may have actually saved those posts as *.doc formats on my PC. I may need to have a look at perhaps upload them soon. *cross fingers*

^This is my train of thought without properly analyzing what I want to say^

 

Time to write for myself. Time to let the creativity flow!

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