Come down here already and screw all you GP tests or or, *gasp* PW.
I'll show you impeccably dressed people and nice things you can't afford.
We'll have a blast, pinky swear!
Finding Melbourne, stumbling across and getting lost while scoring a couple of discount pretzels. Pictures and stories below.
Woke up at 8am on the first holiday Sunday morning and decided that it was A Good Day To Attend A Math Lecture At The Melbourne Museum.
Yeah, I have no idea what is wrong with me either.
It was good that my temporary lunacy was fueled by cheap train tickets to the city (usual $5.60 but $3.10 on Sundays and we have a AUD1=SGD1 atm so do the math). I do not need to be crazy and broke.
Math Lecture was fun:How to be a human calculator. Got tired a little of standing because it was packed(people are just as sane as I am) and left halfway.
Melbourne Mueseum is gorgeous.
Like the rest of they city, its the old jostling with the new. Can you not just breathe in the tweeness of the place?
Leaving the museum, satisfied in the knowledge that toasted crumpets cost $1 for 4 pieces in 1987, I headed for the pretty buildings. Because you know what they say, follow the northern red brick buildings. Might have been stars but then, stars are not architecture.
Fitzroy is this really artsy place where all the lookbook.nu members probably come from and come to salivate over vintage clothing at the like. At least that's what the internet says, my parents on the other hand were more on the side of "YOU WENT TO FITZROY.ALONE?!"
Apparently, it's a rough neighborhood. The mistake is duly noted.
The brick walls, the doors! All it needs is ivy, oh wait there is ivy creeping along.
When I'm alone, old people come to talk to me. I don't know why, but they do. This is why I know What Exactly Is Wrong With Young People Nowadays and Urban Gardening.
Multiculturalism, well and alive.
>I followed a stylish lady down a quiet road, partly because I wanted to see if i could discreetly take a good picture of her blazer (which was awesome by the way).Then I stumbled across this.
Street Art at this scale stops you in your tracks, if only because you want to take a picture.
Apart from closing at 5pm, they are also closed on Sundays. Srsyly, miss late night shopping already.
Went out to get a dress for a formal, came back with a book. Story of my life.
Although, I can't be blamed, breathing in the musky scent of dust and sunlight it's impossible to not buy a book. It's like the scent of Buy a Book.
Various shops that sell lizard on hats, glamorized garbage and oddly enough, science apparatus.
Asked several people for directions back to station. Found a Prison, where Avenue Q was staged and $1 pretzels.No station though.
At least, not till 1/2 hour later. And yes, that is the cumilation of all the times I have taken public transport. A ticket each time.
So ,walking the city alone was liberating. It reminded me though how far I was away from Singapore because I have never walked Orchard Road without breaking into sweat much less walked several streets without air conditioning at any point in time.
I had many Thoughts, a mix of nostalgia for the past , apprehension for the future and anxiety for right now. I need less time to think because it all leads to brooding and general teenage ennui which is not entirely healthy.
Seeing a rainbow though (all seven colours, I think i have seen more rainbows 6 months here than in my entire life time), made me think about leprechauns,fairies and clovers.
And I realized that I'm not perfectly happy, not even close.
But I will just do with my state of near happiness and hope that the sun will shine tomorrow and that my toes will bloody stop freezing off.
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