How Can I Forget You, Sydney?

No woman should have a memory. Memory in a woman is the beginning of dowdiness, said Lord Illingworth. –Woman of No Importance by Oscar Wilde- I was a little bit annoyed while reading that line in Wilde’s book, but now, I think I gradually become dull. So Sydney, in order to stop thinking about you and I become really really out-of-date because of these-so-yesterday-Sydney-stories, let’s … Continue reading How Can I Forget You, Sydney?

Pieces of My Memory of Canberra

Another destination, another story, another memory, and I’m recollecting the scattered pieces of it. Long tunnel When we about to leave Sydney for Canberra, we passed a tunnel, my friend said that was a longest tunnel in Sydney. I forget what its name, and all I can remember is Ibam needed about 5 minutes to get us crossing the tunnel. It was suffocating for me, … Continue reading Pieces of My Memory of Canberra

Hoping some Blue on Blue Mountain, Katoomba, NSW, Australia

I think from now, it will be hard for me to forget about what happened a year ago in Blue Mountain, the same way I celebrate my birthday each year, I’ll commemorate October 12 every year as one of my bravest and most reckless moment in my life, a sequel of our trip to Australia. It has been one year, but the memories last, especially … Continue reading Hoping some Blue on Blue Mountain, Katoomba, NSW, Australia

Touchdown, Sydney, New South Wales, Australia

A year ago, on this day (October 11, 2013) was the first time I laid my feet on others-third-country-I-want-to-live-in ground’s Australia, to be precise Sydney. Over five years of dreaming, 8 months of waiting and preparing, finally it’s done (or at least casted my feet on its ground is counted). Feeling the spring breeze for the first time and honestly the cold air chilled through … Continue reading Touchdown, Sydney, New South Wales, Australia