Post Adelaide.
Day 1.
Arrived. 34 degrees hot. Stayed at The Grosvenor. Took a while to settle as we had to switch from the so-called weirdness of the economy room which is in some in-between floor... so we asked for an upgrade to the normal hotel room. Walked around, had dinner back at the hotel... which was crap.. Had Roast of the Day which is not as good as Tassie's pub roast.
Day 2.
37 degrees hot. Bad brekky at the hotel, normal brekky stuff. Hopped on the Beeline, one of Adelaide's free round-the-city buses. Took the tram to Glenelg, walked around the beach and took a lot of holiday snaps. Back to the city, onto the City Loop, another free bus, and headed to Chinatown. Went to the city centre and did a bit of shopping.
Day 3.
39 degrees. Toured the Barossa Valley and Adelaide country, went to Hahndorf the Bavarian Village, which is alright. Pretty interesting but didn't really see much of the place. Back to the city and then had cafe dinner.
Day 4.
26 degrees. Still bad brekky. It's so so bad. Never gonna go back to that hotel. Holiday Inn is a way better bet. The price would have been just the same. Headed back to the airport, last minute souvenir shopping, boarded the plane.
Back to Sydney, dropped the bags home then headed to work at St. James. Not so good but who cares so not gonna worry about it. ;)
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Monday, February 14, 2005
WANT vs NEED
It's v day. That doesn't mean much except that the flower shop across our store was very very busy that it seemed like they've rostered all their staff on to accomodate the floral demands of the public, thus take advantage of the very profitable day of the year.
I'm having an early start tomorrow and a rather late day. Work related beginning and end. It would be such a delight to fall into a deep slumber. However, what one wants is not necessarily what one needs. And while hitting the sack ASAP is what I really long for, it might not be ideal given the fact that I am really full from late dinner.
One of those things that take time. I cannot say anymore but I can tell you how far my mind has wandered through the abstract confines of the life I lead.
Mom's coming tomorrow. Busy busy day.
Two movies, two days in a row. House of Flying Daggers was not as good as the other Zhang Yimou feature, Hero. The story is perhaps equally complex but the appeal did not really work its charm on me. I love the final fight scene where there is a change of season and the snow storm is happening amidst the slow mo' movements of the characters.
Bride and Prejudice is a taste of westernized Bollywood. It was as entertaining as can be and perhaps the perfect intro to the Bollywood scene. It was as if that light in my head was turned on and for once Bollywood appealed to me.
I'm having an early start tomorrow and a rather late day. Work related beginning and end. It would be such a delight to fall into a deep slumber. However, what one wants is not necessarily what one needs. And while hitting the sack ASAP is what I really long for, it might not be ideal given the fact that I am really full from late dinner.
One of those things that take time. I cannot say anymore but I can tell you how far my mind has wandered through the abstract confines of the life I lead.
Mom's coming tomorrow. Busy busy day.
Two movies, two days in a row. House of Flying Daggers was not as good as the other Zhang Yimou feature, Hero. The story is perhaps equally complex but the appeal did not really work its charm on me. I love the final fight scene where there is a change of season and the snow storm is happening amidst the slow mo' movements of the characters.
Bride and Prejudice is a taste of westernized Bollywood. It was as entertaining as can be and perhaps the perfect intro to the Bollywood scene. It was as if that light in my head was turned on and for once Bollywood appealed to me.
Friday, February 11, 2005
Unlethargic State
Back in full swing. Yesterday was a busy day. I love the buzz and the hype.
Amanda's sms woke me up. She was terribly sick yesterday so she needed someone to open the store. I was meant to cover Casy's 7:30am shift so I didn't mind swinging by a tad earlier and set the pace for the day. Did some arrangements and got all hours covered. That was about 5:45am, when I was on my way to work. Woke Casey up in the process cos I needed a third person.
The rush was the longest ever in history, with more stress than ever courtesy of our district manager who decided to hang around and watch us, and even brought the managing director along. This was also my show. And I was in scrutiny. We did pretty well though.
Had yum cha with Casey, Ricardo and Amy afterwards. Sat there for more than 2 hours. Went off to buy Na's card and cake afterwards...
Na's birthday bash was really good. Had it at Ripples over at Milson's Point where you have an excellent view of the Harbour and the Opera House.
This morning was pretty good, too. I think I developed the right amount of optimism overnight. Mom's coming here on Monday. And then again in March.
Amanda's sms woke me up. She was terribly sick yesterday so she needed someone to open the store. I was meant to cover Casy's 7:30am shift so I didn't mind swinging by a tad earlier and set the pace for the day. Did some arrangements and got all hours covered. That was about 5:45am, when I was on my way to work. Woke Casey up in the process cos I needed a third person.
The rush was the longest ever in history, with more stress than ever courtesy of our district manager who decided to hang around and watch us, and even brought the managing director along. This was also my show. And I was in scrutiny. We did pretty well though.
Had yum cha with Casey, Ricardo and Amy afterwards. Sat there for more than 2 hours. Went off to buy Na's card and cake afterwards...
Na's birthday bash was really good. Had it at Ripples over at Milson's Point where you have an excellent view of the Harbour and the Opera House.
This morning was pretty good, too. I think I developed the right amount of optimism overnight. Mom's coming here on Monday. And then again in March.
Monday, February 07, 2005
that funny feeling
Yesterday was another Sunday perhaps out of the ordinary as I was able to go to church and just sit there. However, the peril of working when you don't want to struck as I take over the responsibility of closing Transport House. I was telling Amy how this horrible headache just started to creep into my being as I was there that towards the end of the shift, I could hardly do the furnitures, muchless be commander-in-chief.
Now I awoke a tad earlier, pretty much close to the time I intended to. Yes I did sleep in for an hour plus a few minutes but I had this terrible pain in my stomach that I needed to do something about it. I am a bit more calm now. I thought I'd get to call in sick. Haven't felt this pain in ages. I guess I am so settling into my current environment. Does that signify the need to relocate?
Rewind to the highlights of the weekend. Friday night me and Na dragged each other to Bugs Bunny on Broadway. The dragging was easy as both of us are thrilled to go. Never failed our expectations. Classic Warner Bros. cartoons accompanied by a live symphony. It was akin to looking back to one's childhood experiences taken to the next level... but fancier, with the symphony playing classical tunes and all.
Na bought me a baseball cap the next day cos she wanted to check out the stuff anyway and I was stuck at work.
My Saturday was spent at work and then dinner at Pancakes with friends old and new. I had Tabriz crepes, the worst of its kind. It was like crepe bolognese as we all agreed. Works for pasta, not for crepes. Now we know.
Poor Amy got her purse stolen from her bag. Similar situation to Rosa about a couple of weeks back. Incidents that so remind me of Manila. Do we have to now carry our backpacks like how we do in Manila? I guess we can't be too carefree in Sydney these days.
I went to the graphic design college information evening Thursday. I know I wanted to do it but it was just impractical in terms of cost and I guess the timing. Spoke to mom about it and she said it's a tad too dear. For the mean time, I've resorted to just saving up and see where the tide takes me to build my fort.
Now I awoke a tad earlier, pretty much close to the time I intended to. Yes I did sleep in for an hour plus a few minutes but I had this terrible pain in my stomach that I needed to do something about it. I am a bit more calm now. I thought I'd get to call in sick. Haven't felt this pain in ages. I guess I am so settling into my current environment. Does that signify the need to relocate?
Rewind to the highlights of the weekend. Friday night me and Na dragged each other to Bugs Bunny on Broadway. The dragging was easy as both of us are thrilled to go. Never failed our expectations. Classic Warner Bros. cartoons accompanied by a live symphony. It was akin to looking back to one's childhood experiences taken to the next level... but fancier, with the symphony playing classical tunes and all.
Na bought me a baseball cap the next day cos she wanted to check out the stuff anyway and I was stuck at work.
My Saturday was spent at work and then dinner at Pancakes with friends old and new. I had Tabriz crepes, the worst of its kind. It was like crepe bolognese as we all agreed. Works for pasta, not for crepes. Now we know.
Poor Amy got her purse stolen from her bag. Similar situation to Rosa about a couple of weeks back. Incidents that so remind me of Manila. Do we have to now carry our backpacks like how we do in Manila? I guess we can't be too carefree in Sydney these days.
I went to the graphic design college information evening Thursday. I know I wanted to do it but it was just impractical in terms of cost and I guess the timing. Spoke to mom about it and she said it's a tad too dear. For the mean time, I've resorted to just saving up and see where the tide takes me to build my fort.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
a matter of time
Perhaps I was experiencing some sort of writer's block. Or maybe I have just gotten a tad too concerned about my well-being that I haven't been thinking straight, that I have somehow restrained the natural flow of creative juices in my not-so-juicy brain.
I remember thinking that I cannot possibly document every single thought that enters my skull or every single idea that develops in the innermost part of my cranium.
Looking back, there was the ballet I so enjoyed at the Opea House. It was an experience I could have put into words but now have upscaled itself to a more profound and a more abstract thought that I wouldn't even know which adjectives will give it justice.
And then some of the unsaid lies in the boundaries of what should and should not be exposed, taking into consideration could-be taboos to most societies, universally speaking, such as politics, heavy religion and I guess you know what I'm really saying here.
LIfe at the moment borders between the good and the bad. Of course there's also that bit about being mediocre. Where does every other person want to go? It's really a matter of going out there and doing something. Who's willing, though?
Meeting of the minds have successfully taken place. Without warning, I might add. It was well and good and productive, I daresay. Perhaps going through all this with the most credible people in the world is like going through those dark forests with the people you so turst, it just doesn't matter. It's not so scary after all. I guess what I'm saying is I am a bit scared but I feel like braving the storm trying our hands in producing something we all love, we all want to do, where the world isn't really giving us a chance. Just because they do not know us.
I remember thinking that I cannot possibly document every single thought that enters my skull or every single idea that develops in the innermost part of my cranium.
Looking back, there was the ballet I so enjoyed at the Opea House. It was an experience I could have put into words but now have upscaled itself to a more profound and a more abstract thought that I wouldn't even know which adjectives will give it justice.
And then some of the unsaid lies in the boundaries of what should and should not be exposed, taking into consideration could-be taboos to most societies, universally speaking, such as politics, heavy religion and I guess you know what I'm really saying here.
LIfe at the moment borders between the good and the bad. Of course there's also that bit about being mediocre. Where does every other person want to go? It's really a matter of going out there and doing something. Who's willing, though?
Meeting of the minds have successfully taken place. Without warning, I might add. It was well and good and productive, I daresay. Perhaps going through all this with the most credible people in the world is like going through those dark forests with the people you so turst, it just doesn't matter. It's not so scary after all. I guess what I'm saying is I am a bit scared but I feel like braving the storm trying our hands in producing something we all love, we all want to do, where the world isn't really giving us a chance. Just because they do not know us.
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