What happened at Syd...

I shall attempt to give a rather detailed update of my time at Sydney. Of course, writing this about a week later means that my memory is rather fuzzy. Such was the manner of the trip though, where nothing momentous occurred, save a special Japanese experience. But that will come later, save the juicy bits for the end.

It was all about shopping, though one wonders why you would shop in a country where the exchange rate isn’t exactly like the rupee (no offence). I guess it’s a girl thing to shop, and shop, and shop, and shop AND shop. So when you have a mother, an elder sister and a younger sister on board, you and dad get disposed off at Borders while they blissfully gallivant around malls to add to already bursting wardrobes.

Here’s what I got:

A pair of Mambo berms from Surf Dive N Ski - $40
A pair of Levi’s - $60 (SUPERRR BUY)
A pair of Ripcurl thongs - $10

Altogether I spent $110. Don’t ask what my sisters bought though, this blog doesn’t have enough webspace.

Other than the irrational, irksome shopping habits of females, Sydney is generally a pleasant place to be in, though definitely not as liveable as Melbourne. It has a nicer waterfront, a more vibrant nightlife, greater selection of food, less flies and of course the Opera House. However, transport, accommodation etc. is more expensive. Probably the most abhorrent malevolence is Sydney teeming with bloody Asians, a necessary evil. To think that it wasn’t even term time. Just imagine how Asian-ised Sydney will be once term starts in March. Definitely takes away the “studying overseas for exposure to foreign cultures” notion eh? Melbourne is not as bad. NOT YET at least.

We visited the places every tourist goes to: Market Square, Chinatown, Paddy Market, Paddington Market, Birkenhead, AMP Tower, Powerhouse Museum, Opera House, Harbour Bridge, Hunter Valley, and Blue Mountains etc. You can check them out on the net. The photos on the net are better than what you see in reality anyway. *chortle*

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Miyako

This is what my sister calls “flirting under mum’s nose”. Uh huh, I agree. I take risks. No risks no gain right? Let it be known that I had no intention of any such event occurring. Except that, when it comes, go for it. Nothing good comes by twice. Simple. Miyako Akita floated by and like the bastard I am, I grabbed her, with arms wide open.

Sydney has plenty of Japanese – tourists, students and residents likewise. Miyako isn’t any of these. She is an air hostess. Singapore Airlines. Typical petite sort with dreamy eyes, blondish locks and a captivating smile. I was pretty lucky that mum (who is a light sleeper) was quite tired, so she didn’t catch us yakking at 2am in the seat next to me. She speaks middling English, with that Japanese twang. It’s not describable I’m afraid, except that it sounds pretty cute. Haha… I gave her my number. She didn’t return the favour. I was thinking it’s probably one of the 8 out of 10 times I don’t succeed.

Couple of days later, she called, asking for my itinerary for the night. Air hostess normally have 3-4 days between flights to recuperate from a 7 hour flight. Actually, it’s to prevent them from taking too many assignments and thus earning more than the pilot. I met her up that night in a little club 5 minutes walk from the hotel. I realized she was staying really nearby, and that made sending her back a lot more convenient (mega-phew!!!)

By the second date on the following, it became evident that she was rather desperate or just needed companionship. To her credit, I believe it’s the latter as I’m not hot property. Anyone who dared to give her his number would probably have succeeded. We met at Krispy Kreme for donuts on the 27th of December. After a bit of grabbing here and there, I took her back to her hotel. I stayed awhile with her in her hotel room then left.

The third time I saw her, she was leaving for Quebec. After a quick coffee, she kissed me and left. And I’ve not seen her since. She left me her Singapore number though I shall not call her. I think we closed matters short and sweet, as abruptly as we began and that’s that. Meeting her again could well be weird. She might have screwed another guy.

It’s imperative for men not to love physical activity i.e. making out too much, because you just want it more and more. It drives men nuts, and then they end up wasting money on harlotry and other form of debauchery.

Girls can remain dormant for longer. But only some girls mind you. :)

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To conclude, Miyako ironically became the highlight of Sydney. Uhmmm… bring on more Japanese.