zenn bites...

returning to australia
a full year and a half after my graduation
was rather like a homecoming.
granted it's the wrong state,
but the aussie twang, the smoothies, the glorious cold,
the VB, the shopping, the walking, and the food...
they're all still there.
it's great to be back.

and you know that it's gonna be a fanastic trip,
when your first sight of sydney's a bird's eye view from the cockpit
where you bid farewell to a million twinkling stars
only to be greeted by a beautiful sunrise.

a mad rush to put on our penguin coats,
then it's off to the hotel we go.
situated right smack in the middle of the city,
the newly-renovated, sleek & modern hotel
proved to be big on comfort
(especially when brekkie was ordered up)

a big breakfast (of the non-maccas type) and a 4-hour nap later,
wendy and i hit the city -
we started at qvb,
trooped over to david jones/myers,
then bussed down to circular quay,
slowly picking up guys along the way
(namely bigben, tazzy and glenn)
before a slow, after-dinner walk to darling harbour.

dinner at this german place at the rocks proved to be scrumptious
though i so should have ordered the veal instead of the sausages!
i wasn't satisfied on just them long pieces of processed meat,
so we went on to conquer pancakes on the rocks!

a long queue at the well-known eatery
meant that we had to sit on the steps to wait our turn,
but the pancakes and caesar salad were definitely well worth our time.
gracie, we even took an MX, just for you!

"so where the bloody hell are you!??!?!"

thanks bigben, tazzy & glenny...for taking time out to gaigai with me =)
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and......here's a special shoutout to my favourite animal in the world...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAZZY!!!!!!!! *muacks*
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on to the world cup (since it's the biggest event on earth right now)...
my poor aussies got kicked out all coz of a stupid referee
who really ought to be shot.
and sad as i was that england got the boot,
(bloody hell, i lost $2! haha)
i have to admit that they do deserve it -
shoddy football, bad temper and all
(though that busybody of a ronaldo should really be beaten up).
my poor beckham...almost made me want to cry.

but we're down to the final four now,
and i'm wondering (along with the rest of the world)
who's gonna bring the cup home this time round.
looking at it now, i'd say either france or germany.
maybe i'll root for germany,
because she's the host nation
and also 'coz she's got one helluva fine(-looking) coach.