Did you know in Sydney you're not supposed to queue across intersections when turning right on a green light?
If someone had told me this two months ago, it would have saved me a lot of A LOT of road rage.
This is my life:
6:00 AM - Get up
7:45 AM - Arrive at work
6:00 PM - Leave work
7:00 PM - Work out and cook dinner
7:45 PM - Quality time with boyfriend
10:00 PM - Sleep
I presume I don't need to explain why this blog has been neglected?
It's almost a good thing though, that real life is so good that I don't feel like I'm missing anything from not blogging or checking emails or stalking Facebook.
While my job mostly emcompasses trying to make building systems work, sometimes I also get to participate in weird Kardashian-esh group photos and videos.
Some things about my month in Sydney:
1. I get to work on the largest, most exciting project I will probably ever encounter in my life. Work is extremely busy and the hours are sometimes long, but I can honestly say I do love getting to work every day. There's no space for mediocrity with this project, which means that I am constantly surrounded by people who are amazing at what they do.
2. My rabbit can survive a plane ride.
3. I walk past one of Adriano Zumbo's cafes every day. This means cake at least twice a week.
4. One day someone scheduled a site walk at 7am, which involved me having to get out of bed at 4:45am. I refused to cut back on sleep so I booked an over-priced hotel room so I could get an extra hour and a half of sleep. Clearly taking my new found financial freedom for granted.
5. Living in an apartment saves money because of the difficulty in couriers getting parcels to your doorstep.
6. The state government needs to spend more money fixing roads.
7. I live so close to a hospital that I have a front-row view to helicopters landing and taking-off. It's probably really morbid to get this excited about peope needing emergency care.
9. Last week it rained for THREE DAYS STRAIGHT. What kind of weather is this??? Our apartment flooded slightly and my rabbit was too stubbon to move and sat on wet carpet for three days.
10. We relocated my entire walk-in-wardrobe :)
Having to put all your junk into boxes and then pay someone to move them to another city really makes you reassess how much stuff you really need.
Despite having moved out of home three years ago, I never got around to actually properly sorting through my shit and selling/donating/throwing things out. It's like a huge backlog of weird paraphernalia, with every item holding some sort of sentimental value. No doubt there is some stuff that will stay in my parent's house, but I am determined to clear out a lot of things. I have this mentally that my future daughter will want all my clothes, and tend to hoard everything in storage. BUT REALLY, NO ONE IS GOING TO WANT TO WEAR THAT OLD TOP FROM DANGERFIELD, GET RID OF IT!!!
I'll admit though, selling things on eBay has become extremely thrilling. Why didn't I start doing this earlier?? Imagine all the new clothes I can buy with the spare change! I wonder if I can sell Ken's things too!! (Apparently I'm not allowed to, already asked).
I feel like the shedding of things is another part of becoming an adult. The older you get, the less you want to care about things and the more you value quality over quantity. I have become obsessed with fine-tuning my makeup collection to include only amazing products. This means I'm basically on the constant hunt for all-in-one palettes that can paint my entire face. They're not only great for travelling, but also great for when I wake up late and have to do my makeup while Ken drives me to the train station.( +++Collapse )
I love this workout outfit so much. Over the past year and a half, I've accumulated a drawer-full of active wear and sometimes well-loved pieces are lost at the bottom and forgotten. Occasionally this happens to this set, but every time I come across the flash of green and realise both the top and the shorts have been washed and are ready to wear, I get super excited.
Whenever I wear this set, I'm always telling Ken about how awesome I look. If I'm ever forced to go to a gym, you can bet I'll be wearing this.
I've been trawling through eBay for the matching top, jacket and tights because you can never have enough matching items. This print also comes in red and blue..so much potential.
With an impeding relocation and a never-ending list of things to do, naturally I feel compelled to do two things:
1. Take naps
2. Collect screen captures of all my favourite movies.
I finally got around to seeing The Grand Budapest Hotel a month ago, and boy was it spectacular. It shouldn't have taken me this long to see, granted my love for Wes Anderson anything, but it took a while to convince Ken to download it for me. I guess seeing Woody Allen films with me has scarred him or all remotely artsy films.
The Grand Budapest stars a stella cast. Wes Anderson regulars, Adrien Brody, Bill Muarry, Owen Wilson, Jason Schwartzman and others all make cameos with the addition of Ralph Fiennes who absolutely steals the show. The visuals are absolutely stunning. Many shots are saturated in colour and, as per Anderson style, thoughtfully framed. It's like this film was screaming to be screen captured.
The story itself is hilarious, witty and charming, but also utterly moving and depressing. Fiennes plays an upbeat character with a positive attitude, but as the story ends, and we see the effects that war has on a region and it's people, it is saddening to realise that the impacts of war last long after the last gun has been fired.
This is a great movie; a feast for the eyes and the mind. I'd rank it up there with The Darjeeling Limited, but find it less enjoyable of a movie simply because of the depressing, but realistic ending.( +++Collapse )
See below, an accurate account of eating durian.
I have fond memories, both in Malaysia and Australia, of my grandparents or parents bringing home durians and siting on the floor eating them. I loved durians so much that I even had a durian flavoured birthday cake when I was eight.
This particular article was written by Benjamin Law for The Good Weekend magazine in the Age. Law's writing is utterly hilarious, every time I manage to get my hands on The Good Weekend, I am constantly reading out his witty lines to Ken.
We went apartment hunting in Sydney last weekend. Knowing nothing about Sydney, we focused on suburbs to the south of the CBD. Apparently the south is scumland, although according to my parents, most of Sydney looks like scumland. Everyone I've talked to is so adamant on how horrible it is living in Sydney, but I'm determined to keep an open mind. We did manage to find a couple of nice places, if not, I guess another day trip is in order this weekend. On the upside, renting does mean that we have the option to move somewhere else in a year's time.
What is it about flying into Melbourne airport that you ALWAYS encounter turbulence. I've been through my fair share of flights and turbulence, but I've never had a pilot abort a landing 50 meters from the ground. Something about timing our arrival perfectly with Saturday's storms. Nothing to make you feel like you should have left some will-money for your pet than an immediate ascent through a thunderstorm from 50 meters to 10000 meters in five minutes.
1. I thought looking for a house was time-consuming. Well looking for a place to live in another city is about ten times more arduous. Nope, this is not something I would like to be doing.
2. Does anyone want to rent my house so that I don't have to go through the other torturous task of finding a real estate agent, getting photos done and then hoping someone will lease my house and not completely devalue it (and my new blinds).
3. Why is moving so expensive? $2500 bonds, $3000 for removalists. I mean, yeh, I totally have that amount of cash just lying around.
4. In other news, I had a two hour nap in Ken's car the other day. Sometimes I work tradie hours and am forced to meet contractors on site at 7AM. Let's all comprehend that for a minute; at seven in the morning, I am supposed to be dressed and awake enough to talk to people. It takes me 40 minutes to get to the city and 30 minutes to get ready. That essentially means I have to get up BEFORE 6AM. No surprises that I am not a happy camper when I turn up to site at seven in the morning to discover that I've been stood up. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?? GO HOME??
So instead I asked Ken for the keys to the car (a perk of having a partner who also works tradie hours in the city) and fell asleep for two hours while listening to people drive up and down the car park. It was the weirdest nap I've ever had and there were some weird dreams had. When I woke up to the sound of Ken tapping on the window, I thought someone was trying to rape me. I feel for the homeless who have to live out of their cars.
5. My mum and I have been watching hours and hours of the Great British Bake Off. It's like every time I'm over for dinner, the show will be on and I'll get a massive craving to bury my face in chocolate. Instead I went online and bought enough Pana Chocolate to last me a year.
SO MANY FLAVOURS. SO MANY DIFFERENT TYPES OF MR. CHOCOLATE MAN.
Things that make blogging difficult:
When your F5 and 0 keys on your laptop decide to die and stop working despite all efforts of compressed air, thus making you depend on the on-screen keyboard and hence hate your laptop and despise using it. I shouldn't blame it though, it's over three years old; something was bound to break sooner or later. Honestly, I don't know why I find it so difficult to just transfer my hard drive and install a couple of programs on the gaming computer Ken built me a year ago. Lazy, so lazy.
I'm not usually into typography, but I spotted this awesome print while wasting my life away on Instagram, and naturally needed to have it. It's by Jennet Liaw
, who happens to be the girlfiend of Wes from Wong Fu Productions. Completely irrelevant piece of information, but I will never not be jealous of this weird, creative, asian community that happens to reside in LA. This print is sitting in its packaging somewhere, along with all the other wall art I've accumulated, waiting to be framed. Lazy, so lazy.
In other news, I am about 99 percent sure that I'm moving to Sydney. One percent uncertainty due to my signature not being on anything. It's all happened rather fast in the past two weeks (probably the real reason for the blog hiatus) and now, all of a sudden, I've been given something that I really, really, really wanted. I have enjoyed the past year in our cozy house and quiet neighbourhood, but it looks like we will be moving to the big city. I'm part excited and part terrified, but I think all new chapters start off terrifying.