(Backdated post: April-May 2015, published 3 June 2015)

RANDOM RAMBLES WEEK #7:

it is said humility is a virtue that cannot be taught; likewise, the same can be said of both class and refinement.

what considers to be an income-generating job to you, is simply a priceless time-killing hobby to distract from her prosaic lifestyle - one where she was so suffused with comfort and indulgence to a degree of mindless nimiety.

Audrey Hepburn once said, "I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it's the thing I like most - to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It's probably the most important thing in a person." And I couldn't agree more. Living for such happy moments and happy days.

“There comes a time when you have to stop crossing oceans for people who wouldn't even jump puddles for you.”

a princess trying to learn the ways (virtues) of Cinderella; only to realize perhaps metaphorical social-class declivity is as herculean a task as upward mobility.

Repeated dreams about arguments/fights/general disagreement.
I think my subconscious is angry again.

(Backdated post: April 2015, published 3 June 2015)
Grabbed from Facebook – I think I accidentally threw away the pen&paper writings from Sydney. Sigh.

RANDOM RAMBLES WEEK #6:

"Not all those who wander are lost."
But today, I was truly (in the most literal sense) lost. What began as a plan to explore the quaint little town of Balmain led to me finding myself very very VERY lost in some suburbs near Bankstown - the direct result of wandering and the boarding (of)/alighting (from) random buses. It didn't help that I did not have a physical map of these smaller towns - as I hadn't plan to deviate so far from the city centre - and that I had blown all my phone data earlier hence had no access to google maps (gua guaaaa). Through this tiny escapade, I was forced to speak to more than half a dozen strangers/locals, had 3 cafe mochas in 3 different towns (Balmain/Petersham/Canterbury), and hitched my first ride ever from a stranger. Also resulted in me discovering the super asian-fied neighborhood of Campsie.

Interestingly, being lost is not as terrifying as it seems. Instantaneous leveling up of independence/street-smarts/ability to remain calm! Here's a picture of the first cafe I visited in Balmain before my crazy "lost" adventure began.

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I have always travelled with people, and with a plan. But this particular Sydney trip seems inexplicably destined to demonstrate the blissful liberation of traveling without either/both.

Here's a picture of the sign that appeared before me some 100metres away from the point where I discovered I was - once again - lost today (my attempt to find Glebe Market without a map somehow led me to NewTown instead!).

And sure enough, the magical adventures I've been having on this trip truly feel like an exploration of Neverland; a journey of growing whilst preserving an eternal child-like wonder/fascination towards everything I encounter.

--

"Normally, on my long-distance walks, anoesis descends within a few miles: the mental tape loop of infuriating resentments, or inane pop lyrics, or nonce phrases gives way to the greeny-beige noise of the outdoors."

(Backdated post: April-May 2015, published 3 June 2015)

RANDOM RAMBLES WEEK #7:

it is said humility is a virtue that cannot be taught; likewise, the same can be said of both class and refinement.

what considers to be an income-generating job to you, is simply a priceless time-killing hobby to distract from her prosaic lifestyle - one where she was so suffused with comfort and indulgence to a degree of mindless nimiety.

Audrey Hepburn once said, "I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it's the thing I like most - to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It's probably the most important thing in a person." And I couldn't agree more. Living for such happy moments and happy days.

“There comes a time when you have to stop crossing oceans for people who wouldn't even jump puddles for you.”

a princess trying to learn the ways (virtues) of Cinderella; only to realize perhaps metaphorical social-class declivity is as herculean a task as upward mobility.

Repeated dreams about arguments/fights/general disagreement.
I think my subconscious is angry again.

(Backdated post: April 2015, published 3 June 2015)
Grabbed from Facebook – I think I accidentally threw away the pen&paper writings from Sydney. Sigh.

RANDOM RAMBLES WEEK #6:

"Not all those who wander are lost."
But today, I was truly (in the most literal sense) lost. What began as a plan to explore the quaint little town of Balmain led to me finding myself very very VERY lost in some suburbs near Bankstown - the direct result of wandering and the boarding (of)/alighting (from) random buses. It didn't help that I did not have a physical map of these smaller towns - as I hadn't plan to deviate so far from the city centre - and that I had blown all my phone data earlier hence had no access to google maps (gua guaaaa). Through this tiny escapade, I was forced to speak to more than half a dozen strangers/locals, had 3 cafe mochas in 3 different towns (Balmain/Petersham/Canterbury), and hitched my first ride ever from a stranger. Also resulted in me discovering the super asian-fied neighborhood of Campsie.

Interestingly, being lost is not as terrifying as it seems. Instantaneous leveling up of independence/street-smarts/ability to remain calm! Here's a picture of the first cafe I visited in Balmain before my crazy "lost" adventure began.

--

I have always travelled with people, and with a plan. But this particular Sydney trip seems inexplicably destined to demonstrate the blissful liberation of traveling without either/both.

Here's a picture of the sign that appeared before me some 100metres away from the point where I discovered I was - once again - lost today (my attempt to find Glebe Market without a map somehow led me to NewTown instead!).

And sure enough, the magical adventures I've been having on this trip truly feel like an exploration of Neverland; a journey of growing whilst preserving an eternal child-like wonder/fascination towards everything I encounter.

--

"Normally, on my long-distance walks, anoesis descends within a few miles: the mental tape loop of infuriating resentments, or inane pop lyrics, or nonce phrases gives way to the greeny-beige noise of the outdoors."