Tis a pretty city. It's a tourist city. Never has it seemed so fake. For half the time, I couldn't tell who was local and who was a tourist. The Asians there were ALL fobby looking, even the locals! And all the Europeans looked, well, European - again couldn't differentiate. Sure, there were the few with a giant backpack heading out of a backpackers which kinda gave it away, but for the majority I couldn't tell.
Let me begin by saying that though I enjoyed the holidays, it has taught me a few things. But overall, it was very much an interesting experience.
On boxing day, we left in the morning to arrive in syd by 11 o'clock. After delegating leadership to Ev to guide us to our apartment (coz I usually get lost) I realised why the stereotype that "girls cant follow directions" exists. We walked up some steps, 10 mins later down the steps, then up the steps... with all our luggage. Then we walked to a street and did a giant "U" and ended up where we started. Then we took another street and another "U" in the oppisite direction which from a birds eye view, would've made our journey look like a figure "8". At the end, we realised that all we really had to do was walk along a straight line down the street towards our apartment.
Lesson 1: no matter how much you suck at directions as a guy, you're probably better than most girls. Or at least will actually make a decision instead of being indecisive.
We spent the rest of the day just walking around as our apartment was not gonna be ready til 2pm. So we explored and tried to figure out its public transport system. After checking in, we spent a lot of time loitering around the place and certain "issues" first started to catch my eye. I was ok with the apartment - t'was very nice. One of the nicest places I've stayed in during recent times. But we were on the 5th floor, so while the view wasnt bad, it wasnt great either. Others were very polar - one didn't like the view. one was semi-passive-aggressive after receiving such criticism.The next day was spent wandering around the city and trying to find the elusive Lindt cafe. Mr Hew was around so, after lunch, I ditched the girls (the oestrogen was getting to me) and went for a nice long walk down to circular quay. After arriving home, we thought we'd check out the thursday night life and headed out to the city. Compared to melbourne, it can be summarised in one word: dead (or at least dead boring). Most places were closed and the pub was buzzzing. I hate pubs. So we went to Cheers.
Upon entering I immediately did NOT like the place - about 12 guys and 2 chicks present. So the girls and I sat in the corner and talked - well they talked. The good thing about the place was that there were several LCD panels on the walls all playing music videos of the songs in the club, so that entertained me for a while. Then a group of asian girls came and sat at the next table and I was a lot happier, only to realise that they all looked like they were 15 and had just gotten off a boat. I mean they werent bad. It's just that I'm picky. Anyways at some point I looked around and saw one looking at me. It was the very typical leaning forward, exposing cleavage, legs crossed look. But I ignored that. Next time I looked - she was blatantly staring. No way was this happening! When fobby asians start to become that proactive is the day my brain explodes. So I turned around to check whether there was a TV or something on the wall behind me that she was staring at... nope t'was me. My brain nearly exploded.
Anyways after a while, they got up and danced/sat on a different table. I saw them leave and I didnt really take much notice. But the girls did. "Why are we?...." "Did they just..." "We didn't..." Due to the music, I couldn't understand what they were saying, but it turns out as they were leaving the asians gave dirty greasy looks to all the girls I was there with. Ego boost - complete!
Lesson 2 - Sydney girls are a lot more forward than in Melbourne.
This becoming long, so I shall post more later
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