Mount Coot-tha and Wellington point

It's been a good break so far, all 3 days of it. We took off on impulse after dinner to Mount Coot-tha  last night.  I never knew Brisbane, being a small city with mostly suburbs, could have such a breath-taking view at night up on the hills. Nothing could have spoilt my mood up there, even a group of random funny (or drunk) clowns attributed to our visit. I fiddled around with the classy digital camera which was adjusted to a stand after staring into the dark mist of the night, scattered with lights in all colors that were sporadically allocated in their own perfect universe. We accidently discovered how to ghostly-transform ourselves to embed into the stunning background by delaying the shot for 5-10 seconds and removing ourselves from focus after the click.  Absolutely to die for.

Tonight, it was Wellington point that took my breath away.  Conveniently (?) located at a 45 minute-drive from my house, we made it there right after rush hour.  There was a long platform that reached into the pitch black Pacific waters.  Walking on it was captivating and a little unnerving at the same time.  Reaching out into what seemed to be the middle of the ocean, was the end of the platform, and there, all you see are stars above you and all you hear are waves hitting against one another.  I jokingly threw upon the imagination of the platform collapsing and us becoming bait for big whites, and instead scared myself (just a little).  It was the crisps of the wind that painted the perfect setting for a beautiful night.

 

Ode to my family

The simpler things in life makes us happier. my mom's been using this classic nokia phone for ages and the way i see her using it. it does the job. messages, calls, clean cut, clear, simple. and i admire her for that. well she needed another phone for HK so i gave her my other nokia one and she traded me with the classic one which i've been using since i got back and absolutely love it. it's funny that sometimes, a very mere trivial thing can completely drive and maintain a change in attitude/perspective in a person. or at least in people who live for passion and inner-self satisfaction and sometimes can act rashly. My mom's totally introduced me to a new attitude, and i bet she doesn't even know it. I see her looking at the best sides of a situation. but when i say looking at the best it doesn't translate into blind optimism. no. she also prepares for the worst by looking at things as realistically as possible. she's shown me that to be a wonderful friend, is a friend who is not quick to judge, to be a pleasant company, is one who always brings laughter (and great food =D ), to enjoy life, is to live one by being active about doing the things that interest you and appreciating them, and to be self disciplined at the same time, is to take care of yourself both physically and emotionally. She said to me one night, when we were having a long conversation about my occasional struggles, that to grow up, is not only to be financially independent, but also, emotionally independent. You must learn to know how to handle your emotions, tantrums and blow outs are not rights. and when you feel low and blue, you are the one who is responsible for lifting yourself up and putting yourself back in a better mood, and you are also the one who is capable of really doing it. I felt as if at that instant i craved to live life with a brand new attitude. It's all about having a healthy routine that truly strengthens us. Doing what's not only emotionally satisfying but also physically/soulfully satisfying, is what holds the key to leading a full life.

Refreshed

The drama from last semester was quite a story to tell. For those who believe in the science of horoscopes, be it Chinese or Western, would have made "the rat year" a reason for the whole First-experience-in-Australia saga. For one, I believe in the science of horoscopes, i believe the effects can be countered with what one makes of one self. Family time and making new friends in Beijing and recapturing fall-out friendships in Hong Kong had put all things into perspectives, pretty much. Colby's having a blast in Beijing, and if anything, we now feel that Beijing is ultimately the best choice for him. He gets walked twice a day an hour each time and has made many friends. He's enjoying his own space in the balcony which gives him access to both my parents and my room and a killer view (22nd floor) over the well-known Chao Yang Park. Beijing is another thing I've grown to love over the break, aside from the new friends and a changed lifestyle. It is by far the one country rich in history which not only withholds some of the world's greatest architectures, but also a profundus and dynamic cultural lifestyle. I am so proud to call Beijing my home now, especially after the Olympics. One of the many views the curious outside world took hold of was probably through the effort and layers of hard work and patience displayed in the opening ceremony, I'd like to call that the mysterious truth of the forthcoming world leading country in the world. Anyway, words cannot truly express my new found passion and respect for China, so I shall cease and let those who have yet to experience, experience. On a smaller scale, home is also by far the homiest and coziest of them all. (And I could easily tell you the least is probably Sai Kung). I have also recently moved (recently as in 3 weeks ago), and have finally found a suitable place to settle in and call it home away from home. My life consists of Vet school (everyday), running/swimming (4-5 times a week), work (as I please), amazing people that I get the privilege to see everyday, and amazing weather, what more can one ask for.