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SYDNEY

It has been a while since i last posted. I went to Sydney a couple of days ago it was really a last minute decision.. thanks for my mates who let me join them even though i initially had turned down the invite... It was really a trip to remember... too many to write on, or i rather list em down...
1. I sit on the wrong seat in the train but realized it before the passenger come in..
2. The backpackers' hostel which we stayed in is called 'asylum'
3. We met a Fiji uncle who was really speculative about..well, everything that he talked about that day...
4. Sydney Opera house is cool.
5. I had a fight with a ticket seller at a ferry ticket counter after he assaulted me with his word. I was surprised with myself... never thought that i could be really outspoken and have so much guts to burst out like that in front of an Australian.. i suppose i was really hungry too..I guess, the saying is true.. a hungry man is an angry man.. we were having a problem finding a halal food. it worth to narrate the story i suppose... My friend and I bought ferry tickets from a ticket machine.. but it turned out that the machine did not give out enough change.. so by any chance, we still gotta line up for the counter... my friend who was short 18 AUD went first and thing went well when the ticket guy returned the change for her... then came my turn.. the conversation was something like below;
me: hi, same thing happen to both of us.. (referring to my other friend who is short 8 AUD and me who short 4 AUD)
tix guy: what the f*%# with u guys!!!
my friend: it's not our fault
me: it's not our fault (said in an amplified version since the tix guy seems so deaf)
tix guy: u..**%$&*%* f*&&%$#$%& f&6%$##%^ ( seriously, neither of me or my friends really catch his words..all i could hear is a series of 'f' words repetitively spoken)
me: FINE!!! I don't care!!! (with a hand waving up to the sky and frowning brows.. i walked a way from the queue..i think, i said it pretty loud too)
It was quite a long queue behind me and i had sorta drawn an attention.. owh.. God! It wasn't really my inttention to burst out my anger and i seriously wasn't really angry.. (we really had a good laugh after that) but that was like the worst service i ever received since i'm in Australia... It is totally unacceptable to be cursed when i was just claiming for my right... I felt really guilty though, it's okay for me not to get my 4AUD back.. but my friend, she also lost her 8AUD... but we were lucky.. An asian guy, i suppose a technician then came up to fix the machine... there were more other people who had the same probs like us... we went to him and got our change.. anyway, i felt so satisfy that i could complained about the tix guy to that kind technician uncle.. huhu...
6. We visited a chinese garden.. the beauty is breathtaking... I'll never forget it for the rest of my life...
7. We ate at an Uhgyur Restaurant for the first time and find out that these Ughyur people do look a lil bit like malays...
8. Owh.. a korean aunt came up and spoke korean to me... OOoooH!
9. Bondi beach is not as large as it is seen on the tv.. But, it is indeed.. beautiful!
10. Crows can sometimes be so funny...
They say, a picture is worth a thousand words.. i place a photo here...so that it could describe the rest of my feelings...



To my dear friends.. komapta for the good times... and... Melbourne is still the best! heee...
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pech said…
haha sis.tgk gmbr hg kt garden tu.mmg cm korea.
anye?
patut la makcik tu ckp cmtu
February 26, 2009 at 9:39 AM
Unknown said…
anyaa... hehee...tu cina la.. apa plak korea...
February 26, 2009 at 11:43 AM
Pok Kam said…
Salam,

Kelakarnya. Cina/Melayu lost in Sydney...
February 26, 2009 at 10:39 PM
Anonymous said…
u look difren.. :)
February 27, 2009 at 11:46 PM
Unknown said…
lost.. but finally found my way back.. ohok..
how diff?
February 28, 2009 at 9:16 AM
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