So.
It’s been awhile eh folks? That is, if ANYONE still visit this godforsaken piece of neglected blog. Understand though, it wasn’t at all an easy semester and since I lack the capability to multi-task unlike most of my other female counterparts, it was extremely tough for me to upkeep a blog and prioritize my studies at the same time.
Anyways, life’s been pretty interesting for me. Corrinne just had her wedding reception today and although I never really knew her that well I could still vividly recall her in her baju kurung roaming the corridors of SAB, which contributed to the surreality of the wedding. And being the sentimental-ass that I am, I was struggling to keep tears in my eyes even before she reached the end of the aisle. Actually, I teared up when she reached the end of the aisle because she was hesitant in letting her dad ‘give’ her away.
I doubt I’d be making a second trip to Canberra anytime soon because people aren’t kidding around when they say there’s absolutely nothing to do in this place. Well, apart from fireworks and the rows and rows and rows and rows of porn shop at Fyshwick. Apparently though, porn shops aren’t just known as porn shops anymore; they’re now called ‘adult lifestyle’ shops.
Adult lifestyle shops. As if there’s nothing in the ‘adult lifestyle’ but sex. What about work and mortgage and financing your kids? That sounds very much like an adult lifestyle to me. But I suppose it’s kinda like lumping obesity under the disease category, which ’til today angers me like heck .
‘Oh, I weigh 2, 438 kgs but it’s not my fault I’m a human whale. It’s a disease. I can’t help it.’ Give me a freakin’ break.
So after a long long loooon day of wedding activities with touristy activities and fireworks-hunting in between, I finally got back to the hostel at 11.30 p.m. Or so I thought it was 11.30 p.m. I got out of my heels as quick as possible and was looking forward to a good night’s sleep when I caught sight of the clock.
It was.
7.13 p.m.
You have to be bloody joking.
I was tired as heck but I can’t bring myself to go to sleep at 7.15. So very very very VERY begrudgingly I pulled on a pair of jeans and my sneakers and trudged out of the room. I was going to borders to get meself a book when I heard a reggae band playing in the bar just next to the hostel, so I decided to go in for a lonely bottle of beer. The awesome thing about reggae is that you don’t need a joint to feel chill, the laidback chords are enough to trip you out. And the reggae boys usually have dreads and exude mucho mucho boho-ness and I am an absolute sucker for boho. Tonight in that 7-man band, there are three gorgeous dreadlocked bohos for me to pick to perv from. Nice.
So there I was sitting by myself at the bar, chatting occasionally to the bartender when the band finished their soundcheck (reminder: it was barely 8 pm.. they were just soundchecking) so they headed over to the bar to grab a few drinks while I try to look as pretty as I can in my smeared make-up. Instead of one of the dreadlocked bohos however, Pete the bass guy chatted me up instead.
Pete.
Not exactly a name I’d used if I played in a boho band.
But he was a nice guy, albeit a little too clean-cut. But coincidentally they hailed from Melbourne and was just in Canberra for tonight’s gig. AND I’ve actually seen them perform twice before last year which makes me a sorta kinda semi fan.
So that pretty much wraps up my stay here in Canberra. If you’re a historian and is interested in the wars the Australians are involved with then by all means, make a trip down here. But really other than the War Memorial there really isn’t much to see here. Unless you wanna buy porn and sex toys in bulk or something, there are quite a few ‘adult lifestyle’ warehouse clearances going on. It’s going to be a pretty interesting break for me though, next stop is a week in Sydney. Wonder what’s in store for me there.