Back to reality...

My second attempt to write... I, like an idiot that I am, closed the window without saving anything...

So I was saying, time truly flies when one is having a great time and being lazy. There's so much that happened during my trip that I want to share yet here I am, few days since I came back before I go about writing anything down.

First of all, Hen's night was a big success. We got the then bride-to-be so trashed we almost got into trouble. Too much San Gria and Champagne plus a stripper proved to be too much for her to handle. We tried tapas, strippers, gate crashing, loft and cargo and the mix proves to be the best remedy to end one's single life. Although it made the pre-wedding meeting the next day unbearable, there was no regret!

Wedding day!!! An emotional and adrenaline charged occasion that was maxed up by nervousness, excitement, lack of sleep, long travel, extreme weathers, running make ups, sore feet, lots of walking under scorching sun, non stop schedule, lots of balloons and not enough alcohol and food. We all went home like zombies having accomplished one monstrously happy task. Congratulations to Bobby and Sandra on embarking a life together and congratulations to all the sisters and brothers who gave their sweat and blood to make sure it ran as smoothly as possible. Without whom this would have been quite a disaster!

I spent the next day (a perfect, sunny Australia Day) chilling and relaxing and just being a total bum. I went to the beach in the morning and had fish and chips (gosh I was longing for that!) and the the rest of the day eating nachos that was specially created by Stella (simply amazing!) and the 4 of us just watched Sex and the City on DVD. It couldn't have been a more perfect day!

The next few days were simply more parties and less and less sleep. Friday night was dinner in San Souci (a place call Big John that is awesome and cheap) with the whole gang from the wedding. We then went to K and I didn't get to bed until 6:30am the next day.

Saturday night was dinner at Totoya and followed by, well what else could it have been but K? The evening would just not be complete without it! I have to mention that I was super duperly touched when Ricky called me on Friday to ask if I wanna get together and have dinner that night. I almost wanted to cancel on the gang when he called! We had such a blast at K then we finished the night with talking till 9am in the morning. I'm just happy and grateful that after all that has happened and being that situation, I discovered that I have made some true great friends.

So after just about 4 hours of sleep me and sis embarked on our journey to Newcastle to see Angela. She was working that day so we had to go to SD to see her. Our of being polite we dropped by to say hi to Betty. May I just say that that woman is dillusional and mental as hell. She's downright ridiculous and rude and fake that you wonder why she wouldn think others won't know that about her. But it was great seeing Stephen again. He's a true good bloke. We then went to Angela's house to see her family while she was at work. This great family is awesome and delightful to be with. What with all the food and drink and talk, one can just fall right in love with them. Yes, you can feel the love just being in the house!

By Monday afternoon I knew I had to postpone my trip and it's as if god himself was helping me, I had totally no problem pushing my departure a day late! Cleaned the house and cooked for sis, Stella, Jackson and Karen on my last night in Sydney. Then Ricky and Sam dropped by and we all just watched some great silly movies.

During the evening there were some heated conversation exchanged between sis and that bastardly scumbag asshole who refuses to pay and who I think even hell itself would not want such a low-life slimeball of a fucker who likes fucking himself and eating his own cum to boost his hyper inflated moudy brainless ego.

But the night was otherwise a great one and I had a great great time with freinds and Harold and Kumar and then talked to Karen till 5 in the morning. It was a great way to end my Sydney trip.

it was a sad day the day I left. I really really didn't want to leave but had to. I think the city misses me and want me to stay too. My flight was delayed for 2 hours. The first hour due to mechanical problem and the second due to weather condition. There was thunder and lightning and mad rain. The smouldering shower in Hong Kong wasn't the best welcome back feeling and somehow I think I wished that it wasn't good so it gave me more reason to work hard to go back to Sydney...

To recap:
Number of people I sent home who were trashed/drunk/passed out/unconcious/puking: 5
Number of night I was trashed/drunk/passed out/unconcious/puking: 0 (tragic)
Number of times I've been to the beach: 0 (tragic)
Number of times I had fish and chips: 1 (tragic)
Number of times I had pie and dogs at Harry's: 3 (hmmm yumm....)
Number of months before I get to be in Sydney again: 4 (miserable)

Winne is here with her husband. They've spent last night here and will spend tonight here as well. We didn't do much other than catching up and chilling at home. Her mom passed away the week I was in Sydney. She was in London and didn't get the news until she returned 2 days later. It's amazing how so much can be discovered and exposed when one's gone, but I suppose that's for another post another time.

In the end, I learned not to whine (too much anyway) what with all the great friends I discovered I have I think I'll be good fo the next few months!