Cruising along the Great Ocean Road: Before these limestone pillars were named the Twelve Apostles, they were known as the Sow and Piglets. Rock stacks that erode and collapse, erode and collapse with the lapping waves. With the unstoppable forces of time, whether their names change hundreds of years from now, the view will never quite be the same.
A year ago I was here with my family. Another year passed so quickly. I can still recall feeding the kangaroo with its paws in my hand, its rough texture of its tongue as it nibbled the food from my palm.
Feeling excited observing the koala up close, walking towards the peacock. It’s been almost 9 years since we last came to Australia and saw some koalas, the last time in Perth when I was 16.
As usual, I count myself lucky for this annual ‘tradition’ of annual vacation, of fixed time spent with family. I know that it is with them that I can be 1) forced to sleep early, and hence sleep more – something I now appreciate as compared to the past, where I’d be a little grumpy for not exploring all day and all night and sleeping so early 2) sleeping in a hotel, and eating hotel breakfast / good meals for lunch
State Library of Victoria
In the ‘World of the Book’ exhibit on the 4th floor, I stumbled upon a time of the 18th century when the world maps were plainly sketched, and the lands of the Southern Hemisphere remained a mystery. Many European writers had leapt on this region’s unknown to weave their tales of far-off imaginary lands, inspiring a new genre of travel literature – the ‘imaginary voyage’.
It’s been a year. Time flies. Posting these a year later, another annual family vacation. So far, this year has proved better.
Standing in the middle of nature and realising the magnitude of its greatness; the world is so much bigger than you know. To hear a father hold his child next to you whispering words you do not understand, but to know it means love, for love is a universal language on its own. To look up and see a sky full of stars. To humble yourself on your relative insignificance. Or your significance in being another precious individual.
One of the best feelings in life, what I live for, if I dare say, is to be in awe. You know, to stare at something and feel the surge of amazement overwhelm you. It is a mixture of surprise and joy, gently melded together.
And then you think – this is beautiful.
This is beautiful, and it is a moment I will remember. This is a moment I will pocket and keep in my heart.
And that’s what we live for, isn’t it. It is such moments that keep us going in search for more.
– june 2013, sydney, a night on a rocking boat with the howling wind for company
Today was rainy. We hauled our poncho-clad selves onto the streets, every droplet dampening our moods by the minute.
Sought shelter in Paddy’s Market with our half-frozen cheeks. Papa likes walking through fish and vegetable markets. And buying fruits.
Hyde park / St Mary’s cathedral / National Museum
Every night, the only person left awake is me. I’m the only one left listening to the snores around me. Insomnia is, really, an awful feeling. To want to sleep, to know that you have to sleep, but not being able to – it leaves you frustrated and more awake than ever
Read through my notes, saw this:
Writing captures the thoughts that race through your mind at a particular point in time, as well as the emotional state of mind you hold at the point of writing. You have your emotional tides- in its peak you can write a flurry of details. And when it recedes you write more factually, reflectively perhaps.
In any case, I think reading my drafts bring about a very queer feeling. I look at them, no longer in the state that I was, but remain intrigued by how I felt the way I felt, how I thought the way I did. I suppose that’s why I’m thankful for blogging, these seemingly trivial details will in time become the most precious and genuine reflection of how I thought and felt at that particular time period. We always fail to notice how precious the happy present can be, until it becomes a memory that you long to go back to.
Attempting to be more conscientious in noting down the places I go
Today – Populaire on the plane, papercutting of my ‘profile’, bespectacled 80yr old man bent down next to my ear and said ‘you’re beautiful’ HAHAHAHA and my dad said ‘that Lao tiko……’, mandatory visit to the Sydney opera house + harbour bridge
Here’s to a week of sleeping at 10pm.