Iron Lace

King's Cross is one of Sydney's inner city locality, vibrant with restaurants, hotels, bars, nightclubs and shopping. The place has had a seedier past. Illegal trading of alcohol was rampant in the 1950s and King's Cross was the red light district of the city in the 1960s. Organized crime, drugs and corruption were notorious. Those days were long gone. Today, due to the very close proximity to Sydney CBD and the breath-taking view of the harbor, King's Cross definitely one of the most priced real-estate in city, if not the most.

I took a walk into the neighborhood on the morning of the Sydney Mardi Gras. The parade would bring tens of thousands of party revelers and tourists to the street in the evening. But it was still peacefully quiet in the morning, calm before the storm. It was a lovely leisurely stroll. I loved the intricate cast iron grille of the houses. Doors, windows, balconies and fences are decorated with such amazingly beautiful iron work of art. It was almost like lace, delicate and full of details. Well it's iron lace. Though they are old, they are preserved very well. It must be such pain-staking task but it's part of the charm and characters and history of the place. Wouldn't anyone give it all to preserve any part of our identity and our past?

Overheard #27

"Tough times don't last, tough people do." Dr. Joan Watson from Elementary.

Hanging there!

Beyond Impossible

Do you believe that God created a someone out there for you, that God put a someone in the over 7 billion people living in the world today for you? 

And all you need to do is find that special someone. 

Good on you if you are one of those lucky ones who found that someone. Please hold on to your someone for your dear life. Finding that special someone who adores and loves you to bits out of 7 billion people is already impossible, and finding that someone who adores and loves you AND willing to put up with all your shit, now that's just beyond impossible. Treasure them, cherish them, love them with all your heart. 

You have no freaking idea how blessed and lucky you are. So count your blessing.

For those unlucky bastards who are still searching, good luck. You'll absolutely certainly need it.

I'd like to think that there's more than one someone. It's simply because the odd of finding that one someone in 7 billion, that's just whacked! God can't be that cruel or that funny.

April Fool

"Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me!" 

Someone put on a article online today about the news of the dissolution of the parliament at home. I bought that, and went around telling and confirming with my Malaysian colleagues here. We all were pretty anxious about going home to vote in the coming general election. 

It turned out to be a hoax!

Oh got me!

But a bit of foolishness in life is good, necessary even. Do you remember our foolish innocence and trusting the best in people? Or the days when we were foolishly brave rushing in for love? What about the enthusiastically foolish passion to chase our dreams?  Where is our foolish optimism on life?

Sometimes I wish I'm still a fool.