Back from Sydney, which was a blast.

In the process of penning a post for the trip. Usually I’d just skim through 5 days worth of detail very quickly but decided that I’d give it a little more effort, especially with some pictures for show. I’m starting to feel that what’s the point of reading anything if you don’t have pictures to show for it?

Sydney was a breath of fresh air indeed, reinvigorating me in some ways. The vibrance of the city and the people I met made me think a little about how I go about my daily routines, and the short trip has given me a little more energy to feel bubbly about everyday life.

Sort of mid month now, and 5 days missing from Sydney has sort of put my Melbourne life on hold a bit, but at least now it has a bit more perspective. Have two weeks or so before exams, and would need to spend a bit of time studying each day before all else. Heh, not looking forward to it, but it’s a necessary thing to do.

Would like to be a little more experimental with this blog now, posting pictures/text depending on what I feel like to see what clicks and what doesn’t. At least it gives it some new life and not stagnate in how I approach this creative process. Heh.

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Here is the train driver of the Puffing Billy up on the Dandenongs in Melbourne. This is just prior to releasing the train from the carriages so that it can be moved to the other end for the return journey.

*deep breath*

It’s been a while since I’ve been able to sit still. Heh, the World Cup just ended, and Vyanne’s friends were around so there was plenty of ‘exploring’ Melbourne. Working doesn’t help matters.

At least it’s another day before I hop onto a plane to Sydney. Got some tickets cheap from VirginBlue (the company that Richard Branson started, and sells everything from credit cards to mobile phones), which are about the same as a bus ticket to Sydney, at 11 hours less travelling time. Looking at places to go in Sydney now.

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Italy won the World Cup. The night before the final, I clocked my earliest sleep time ever, at 9pm. Slept through to 2am, got up and went to Lygon Street with Vyanne and friends. Caught the first half of the match and saw the two goals from both sides. Heh, Lygon is an Italian street, so obviously the supporters are all going for Italy. Everyone cheered when they thought Zidane had mishit his penalty, only to quiet down after realising he was reeling away with joy at having converted on the spot. Ten minutes later, Materazzi, the guy who would later get Zidane sent off, scored with a nice header from a corner kick. The Italian fans were all jumping with joy. Heh, was secretly supporting France then, so kept pretty quiet throughout the first part of the match.

By half time, retreated to Jerome’s place as it was a little too cold outside. Had enough of the atmosphere and definitely wanted to get away from the ‘enemy’s HQ’, as Edmee (Vyanne’s French friend) so simply put it. Back at Jerome’s warm abode, watched the rest of the match unfold as Buffon spectacularly saved a Zidane header. It was then quite sudden when Zidane heat butted Mazerratti. It was quite shocking indeed, and he got the red card (deservedly) for his actions. France would later lose the final on penalties. Heh, I know, the teams I support never end up winning. It’s a trend.

Well, at least Italy deserved it I guessed. They did play quite well after the round of 16, putting good displays on.

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Anyway, the World Cup final overshadowed Federer’s win against Nadal in the Wimbledon final. Didn’t really get to watch the match until the next morning but both players do pull off some really fantastic moves and Federer edged Nadal slightly. The thing I noticed about sports is how the news writers manage to dig up statistics for all the games, like how Italy manages to play in a World cup final every 12 years, or that Bjorkman was the only person to never concede a set in Wimbledon etc.

Tennis is exciting in its own way, with the various types of courts (Wimbledon – grass, French Open – clay) etc which change how the balls fly through the court. Quite interesting indeed.

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Heh, life these days is really trying to cheat how much time I can spend awake to do things. I sleep just enough to recharge my batteries and do as much as possible until I konk out. I’m not the kind of person who can do 24 hour stay awake marathons but fare better at staying awake less but needing less sleep than most people. Don’t think it’s very healthy, but my body doesn’t really like sleeping too much. I just automatically wake up when my mind is even a bit active.

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Anyway, shifting in between ideas, I think I will enjoy Sydney, with all the photographic possibilities. Heh.