15 Dec 2006 — The view was gorgeous that last night in Sydney. The picture above has not been manipulated in any way. I wanted to remember it just as it was. The moon shone big and bright, illuminating the earth and waters with its light. The sky was just slightly cloudy, and I loved the spooky effect it created. I only wish I could also have captured the cool summer night breeze. Nonetheless, it was perfect.
I was so sad to let go of that view, that bedroom. It’s a magical place. Just ask anyone who’s ever slept in there, Peiling, Weiling, Admund, Elbson, Adrian, my parents… I’m sure they’ll all agree. In fact, I was sad to let go of that house, that neighbourhood, Sydney and Australia itself. Never thought I’d say this, but indeed I have grown quite fond of the place, and have unknowingly become rather attached. Afterall, it has been our home for the last five and a half years. It has seen us through tough and gruelling times, and exactly because of those times, we now better appreciate the present which we have arduously carved out together. It has in many ways moulded us into the adults we are today, having given us our first real taste of freedom and the responsibilities that come with that.
Yes, as much as I whinge and gripe about it at times, I must admit that Australia has been very good to us. It had welcomed Billie and myself with open arms, provided us with education in areas that we both love, and ultimately even granted us both permanent residency status. It had in so many ways opened up our eyes and our world to things we had previously not encountered, and had we remained in Singapore, might still not have. There were those initial days where we both worked as cleaners at a clinic after opening hours, where Billie delivered Chinese takeaway, where we sold sarongs at the Glebe fleamarket, and I set up my own massage practice from home. Haha, then there were those off the beaten track adventures — full-moon party on a farm with a bunch of strangers (and no, it’s not the music and booze kind but rather the astrological signs and organic vegetarian food type), meditation in the mountains, sand-boarding in Port Stephens, ballooning in Cairns, swatting flies in Uluru, swimming in gorges, tunneling through coalmines, meeting Jose Carreras in person(!), chestnut and magic mushroom picking in the orchards, diving in the Great Barrier Reef and hugging a wombat in Victoria but to name a few. Wow, lots of memories indeed.
Of course, whilst not many, we have also made some very good friends like Clare, Hazel, Sumie, Amy, Kate, Mark, Satoko, Bill, Sean, Ivy, Alvin, Mich and for Wil, Raymond, Rudd and Nadia. And unlike kakis from back home who are typically Singaporeans, almost everyone from the list above is of a different nationality. In fact, I daresay that other than Antarctica, we’ve had friends spanning every continent. I used to think that Singapore was pretty cosmo, but coming to Sydney has really exposed us to a myriad of different cultures and peoples. Without sounding like some Miss Universe wannabe, I might add that it’s great, cause you really come to appreciate how colourful the world is, haha, especially with regards to food. 原来世界上还有这么多好吃的东西!
In big and small ways, I guess I have come to love downunder. And yep, it certainly wasn’t easy to pack up my bags and leave knowing it might well be the last time I’m there as a resident as opposed to a visitor. Sure I might return for a holiday someday, but it wouldn’t really be the same hey? That night, as William drove us around the city one last time, I couldn’t help but burst into tears several times, especially when we passed through places that triggered memories of our earliest days in Sydney. I knew I would miss the people, but geez… didn’t think I could also get so hung up on the place itself. I guess that’s a good sign.
But that was a week ago. Now I’m sitted at my desk in Bukit Batok, and yep, tonight’s also my last night here. In a few hours I’ll be headed to Maldives. I can’t say that I’m excited. Not really, not yet. But neither am I apprehensive. I feel kinda calm actually, albeit a bit irritated that I’ll be missing the repeat telecast of Sunday’s Star Awards, didn’t manage to catch the first run either. I don’t know, maybe this time I’m just a bit more cautious. Or perhaps I know I’m in for the long haul this time, so I’m just pacing myself. In any case, I’m ready. Bring it on… 141.