good karma

ok,i'm not really a good person but i'm returning the digital camera i found in a taxi last saturday to the owner.i found her and am arranging a meet up to return the digital camera.
that's because i have lost expensive gadets before and i know how it feels.
good karma or not..i just can't live with myself knowing that i have kept something that's not mine!

guilty absinthurs

according to wikipedia.org, absinth or absinthe, is a distilled highly alcoholic,woodworm and anise-flavored drink derived from herbs.It's banned in many countries for health concerns.
A bottle of black smirnoff vodka ice is 1.7 australian standard drinks but a shot of absinth containing 60 to 80 pecent alcohol(vaires from brands and products) is equivalent to 16 to 18 standard drinks.
my last two saturdays were filled with abinsth drinking. In other words,i was a total piss head for two consecutive weekends.
the first weekend,22 Oct,was a friend's birthday party. it begun from a thai restaurant and we moved to her conductor boyfriend's home who is currently one of the most talented flute player in australia and a future conducting superstar. anyway, he offered me half a shot from a bottle of 80%alcohol black absinth after I had already drank a bottle of Shiraz in the restaurant.
the black absinth had a black liquorice taste,only 100 times denser. I had the half shot with some sugar. the next moment i could recall was the numbness from my lips, tongue and throat that lasted for 30 seconds followed by some intense coughing. for one moment i felt like one of those ancient fire dragon. it was awesome. normally i could hold my alcohol quite well, but that was extraordinary so i got knocked out pretty quickly. not in a sick sorta way if u know what i mean;-)
29 October was the catching up with two great gals of mine,kath and viv, at a czech restaurant in a seedy side of sydney: kings cross.the food was great,we had roast duck,bohemian dumplings,sauerkraut ....it was fabulous. the desserts were heavenly until viv invited a green devil to the evening: the green fairy absinth. it's not as bad as the black one. we had it the traditional way, with a burning sugar cube placed on a slotted spoon over a shot of absinth. after the sugar was properly burnt, we mixed it in the drink with ice cubes to add sweetness to the bitterly drink. we had three shots each, one's on the house. the green fairy did her magic tricks...i don't have the heart to tell you how messy we were when we were leaving the restaurant.lol it was a fun evening among three cool chicks n we talked about career,love,sex and men. absolutely fantastic!
on my way home,i found a digital camera in a cab. i lost 2 pda phones in the past and understand how bad does it feel to lose something so important. with this extra "gift'' sent from a cab, the guilt has taken over the absinth in my body...a friend said i can call the taxi company to leave my numbers there...some said it's a compensation for my previous phones loss,so keep it or sell it....evil evil evil...what am i going to do with the camera?

harbour bridge

Carrying forward the hangover from saturday night out, sunday i got up and dragged my ass to a nice little harbour bridge walk. my companion was me, myself and my camera.
it was nice, a walk across the bridge and back, it's about time for the city of sydney to put up new lighting installation on the harbour bridge along the new year firework show. i'm not going to make it this year due to work committment but it's ok.i have seen it all before, for at least 3 times,some were really good and some were disappointing. here, 2 pictures of sydney harbour bridge that you don't normally come across. what do u think?

girls night outs

Girls night out is the best. Leaving the blokes at home and put on your best gears heading downtown with your best girls for some serious fun time...nothing beats it.The rules are: 1. We go and leave in a team. 2.mild flirting is ok, but no one is leaving anyone behind for random guys picked up in the venue(except for Brad Pitt) 3. We buy rounds of drinks and it go around until we all got drunk. 4. Just look out for each other and have fun!

This at the Gaff,corner of Riley and Oxford St's Tuesday Coyote Night.
skulling from a beer jug...it was a horrendously drunken night for all of us, one girl one jug and one huge hangover.

shoe fetish

October 22nd was probably the best Sunday I have had in a very long time. Me and girlfriend C are what most men would refer as shoe sluts. We went shoe shopping after a wild Saturday night out still wearing my eye make up the night before. I looked trashy but in a glamorous sort of way. Sydney central’s Pitt st mall was our destination with more than 15 mega shoe shops that’s enough to drive any shoe kinks broke. The consequence was damaging financially and physically. C and I finally unleashed our shoe-fetish within after serving ourselves “apprehensive violence order” against any shoe shops in town for months. As far as our emotions are concerned, it was just…heavenly.

I am not even going to make an effort to recall how many shoes we have tried on. Let’s just say, a lot. What I could recall was the rush of adrenaline pumping in my veins each time I stepped into a new pair of sexy stilettos that could literally send me broke along with a very expensive medical bill should I fall over because I suck at walking in heels. I can’t walk in them. I’m a heels retard. I need walking lessons from professional after putting on heels...But they come in red, purple, orange, bronze, blue, green…..I just gotta have them……all?

Would God please have mercy on my weak soul and forgive me for the lack of strength and dignity to say no to pretty shoes. I was even secretly hoping the shop assistants would tell me they just run out of size 9 for me. In each shop, I spotted at least 5 pairs i love so much that I could literally place them next to my pillow and sleep with them for a week. There was this one pair-THE ONE PAIR-which me and C referred as the Minnie mouse shoes, and they are TO DIE FOR. It’s a peep toes made of red suede with a classic bow nicely crafted on a 3 inches-heel. It was AUD$150. You can lock me up naked in a dark room for 10 days and I would be contended only if I’m wearing these Minnie mouse shoes. I know I sound like I need some serious therapy sessions, but hey, everyone is kinky in their own way and I’m just glad that my obsession with shoes have not yet disturbed world peace nor involving any child-pornography. I tried the Minnie mouse at last after fighting against them for 10 minutes because I knew I won’t take them off nor could I afford to bring them home or walk in them physically. But C talked me into trying them. she’s such a bad influence, just the exact opposite of mom who would discourage me to buy anything sexy and expensive.

After stuffing my wide feet into the tiny Minnie mouse, I tried to stand up. The next thing I could remember was the intense rush of adrenaline…They are just so damn CUTE! But following that was something not so cute. I felt my arch was bent from a flat surface to a 60 degree angle. Each piece of muscle on my legs were trembling in sweats. But my brain told them to put up with it just so I could take a walk around the shop. After 30 seconds, I had no choice but take them off because the ball of my feet was burning with intense pain and if they stay on me for one more second, I would have made a foolish decision of buying them.

With already handful of shopping bags full of new shoes next to the Minnie mouse, I just had to make a painful decision to take them off.

We dragged ourselves out in agony and decided to go for some greasy food. We had a double whopper and aussie burger at hungry jacks. (Australian’s most delicious fast food franchise chain) with chips and soda. Next was chocolate cream on a warm latte after wearing ourselves out from some serious sessions of sexiest-shoes-fitting-marathons. C was broke but she decided to go back and bring Minnie mouse home.

It was indeed a nice Sunday spent.

truly grateful: a tribute to sydney

my ties with the wonderful sydney is coming to an end in about three weeks' time. i wander if fate will drag me back here again.it's a city where i had learnt the most at the shortest given time, a city where I had fallen in love at the deepest possible way, a city where pain never tasted so bitter, a city where I learnt how to stand up from the dilapidated and a city where I have accepted my flaws and found my innermost strength to be the woman I am today.

for all that, i'm truly grateful.

everyone has their own farewell style. A friend once chose to sob quietly in front of the Sydney Opera House before she left. Some went for Harbour Bridge climbing just so they could take a good look at the city again. Some had a wild night out in town. some packed their luggages quietly.to me, sydney is more than a beautiful place with immaculate architecture and dazzling scenics.
oh how can you forget the koala bears, kangaroos, gigantic flies, toxic spiders, horrible lizards, inextinguishable cockroaches, evil mosquitoes, hay fever, china town, hot gay guys, ugly straight guys, inefficient banking system (comparing to hk), the homeless, the compulsive-car-window- cleaner-and-charge-you-for$2, the best friends, the kinkiest date, the best love, the worst heart-break, the best thai food, the hideous commercials, the real aussie accent and the fake 99% fat free ice-cream....the list goes on to infinity.

i won't feel sad when i leave because i know it's only 8 hours by flight away from home. And I know someone I love would often think about me here. I'm not sad when I have to say goodbye to sydney because i know for a fact that the best is yet to come.

thank you for smoking

Some said it's a spin doctor's mask unveiling and some called it a scathing satire of the tobacco industry. Some think journalists would do anything to get their stories.

Recently, I came across this truly stimulating movie and it reminds me the difficult job nature in journalism. thanks to spin-doctoring!
The movie was stimulating in many ways.(the DVD was available in hong kong since 100 years ago but it has only just been on Sydney's big screen. it's so depressing~_~)
it's especially fanscinating to those that are not aware of the tricky relationships among spin doctors, journalists and politicans. the three work on shaping the mainstream public opinion to get what they want. obviously, the politican was sending its message with political correctness to get the votes he needs. the journalist was there to uncover what the public is deprived to know--secret deals behind closed doors-- may be just to get her name out there. The spin doctor you saw in the movie was the best of its kind. Nick Naylor was presenting his client-the tobaconists- in the best possible light by doing whatever it takes to make sure people dwell on cigarettes.now how hard journalists have to work today to re-spin the spin doctors back just to tell a decent truful little story? How much are spin-doctors getting paid? and how much journalists are getting paid in comparison?

bits i love the most from the movie:
*Nick Naylor was excessively patched up by anti-smoking activists and being placed half naked in the public,how very smart.
*Senator Ortolan Finistirre said, "That's ludicrous - The great state of Vermont will not apologize for its cheese!"
*marlboro's cow-boy is dying of cancer
*Nick Naylor said," That's the beauty of argument, if you argue correctly, you're never wrong."
*no mater how politically incorrect the movie might seem, no one lit up( except in the black and white old movies footage)

How many years have doctors and governments are warning us not to smoke? the message of "smoking kills" just couldn't be delivered any more explicitly.ultimately, whose choice is it to light up a ciggie? is it only a matter of personal choice?

an ex-smoker friend once said, "quitting ciggarettes is the best thing you could ever done to yourself.''(nod...nod...uh-huh....)
a respiratory specialist friend actually said,"In fact, people who smoke give doctors work to do.especially in the context that I will be starting private practice soon."
right,so how much does one of those nicotine patches cost again?

recent pics

I'm in the mood for blogging and i know you miss me. That's why I have attached a few of my recent pics for updates.

An aspect of Sydney's City Life featuring the Central Station

Is one of Sydney’s symbol,the clock tower of Central station, vanishing among other high-risers in the heavily developed city?

A lonesome passenger in Central station during a rainy day.

I heart Australia, said tourist.

Big, a young art student from Thailand selling off his artwork for the first time in the Central Station.

Busy pedestrians in Central station’s tunnel.

Which way do you want to go?

*Camera: Canon EOS 50
*Film: ISO200
*no photoshop manipulation

sydney's moon and my kinky matthew broderick

I was lying in bed lamenting my lost love in my lost love's arms during my southern hemisphere moon festival. Pretending not to understand why couldn't two people wind up together even if they are in love. I was totally hysterical with tear floods breaking down my vision, I could see him dripping his tiny shares quietly. There there, I finally had my tribute to our lost love.
we smoked before he took off. It was excatly 5 minutes before the moon festival approaching its expiration date(according to eastern standard time), I could see from the overcast sky that the moon wasn't perfectly round like I have always taken for granted. No perfect mooncakes and no perfect guy. Instead,I had my perfect sorrow.
I felt terrible the next day so I fixed myself a guilt-free date in exchange of a rebounce.
J's from NYC and totally looks like Matthew Broderick. He is bit taller than the Hollywood baby face. Along the M.Broderick package came with a bit of tummy and a bit of man-boobs. I love the fact that he could make me laugh so I agreed to go on a date with him.
I enjoyed his company. He's smart, generous, funny and attentive. He even helped me with the chair in an upmarket japanese restaurant. Guys just don't do that anymore! He knew my favorite drink is Lychee Martini, so he went around different clubs (apparently lychee martini is not so common in sydney) for me just to find the right one, just the way I wanted it and keep on topping me up. I was so spoiled.
Our convos included man versus woman in the dating scene, how biased he thinks american journalists are, how poor is australian's customer services...anything from politics to Aimish, from religion to prank calls...there were even fireworks in darling harbour and pink bunny night marathon for breast cancer fund raising where we had our cocktails and appetizers before dinner. we stood there and checked out which bunny was the cutest...identified by numbers pined on their shirts.
"Hey,I think 1142 is pretty hot", "oh,actually,369 on a wheel chair is pretty cute too..." He put his arm around me when I stood and watched the fireworks,it was perfect.
After dinner, we decided not to let the perfect date ends and go for more cocktails. I even spit my drink on his shirt when he was telling a joke. I was mortified and soon as he found out I'm not that perfect, he finally located the inner-strength within and actually kissed me after one too many cocktails,but it was also the time I decided I won't be seeing the slightly chubby NYC Matthew Broderick again.
I'm not one of those demanding devil, but I have my reasons.
1. He is a good kisser but he has bad breath
2. He spanked me in the public while kissing me, TWICE! I was so embarrassed.
3. He backlocked my arms while kissing me...(gently but it's still very kinky, FYI, i'm not into handcuffs)
I was wandering what other kinky stuff he's into... so I took off from the semi-perfect 5 hours and 55 minutes' date and jumped into a cab before he pours burning wax on me, ties me up with bondage or makes me to golden shower him and screams "say my name bitch!".
I was screaming in my heart after got on to a cab that," is there any guy out there who's JUST NORMAL?"my cab slowly drove past him, he walked home slowly and he was looking down. I returned a sms because I felt guilty. "Thank you for the lovely night. I had a great time,good night''. I didn't have the heart to tell him the following,so I saved it for my blog: "honey u are cute,but not that cute to put me on kinky fetishes,adios.''
there you go, my recovery date after the moon festival's sorrow.