The Truth About Her

The truth is, I have long heard about her.

But the first time when we actually met was through the internet. And in actual fact, she was every single bit of how pretty I imagined her to be. Seriously for a moment, I knew I had to make her mine.

And so like a curious cub, I ravaged through the internet, finding any bits and pieces of information about her, and then joining up these scattered bits like how I did when I broke my father's vase.

I had sleepless nights because of her. And even in the event I do get to sleep, all I could dream of, was her.

Eventually, we finally met in real life. I was estactic.

I held her in my arms and one thing for sure, and that I knew was, this time it's for real. She is here.

I love the feeling of having her in my hands and the ability to see through her. I like the way when she focus, everything becomes real.

So yes, for the second time in my life, I fell in love.

She is Miss Nikon D40. Perhaps you are wondering why I am addressing it as a her instead of him. The reason is because she has one thing I wished for in a girl. To shut up.

And so today, we went for a date in the city cause I was just so eager to find out more on what she can do.

Technically, it is also a first time for me, from holding a normal "point & shoot" camera to a Digital SLR camera.

This is the famous, ok maybe not so famous Brisbane City Casino, Conrad. My friends call it Uncle Conrad because of their respect for him. They never manage to win money from him. Ever.

Crossing a bridge, I set foot upon Southbanks where I can have a overlook on the city of Brisbane.

The coolest part about Southbank is that they have this artificial beach. I mean the beach itself wasn't really cool. But how often do you see girls clad in bikini hanging in the city? This is called Mini Paradise.




Just to clarify myself, I am not a horny bastard. I am just well-taught by my mother on the art of appreciating beauty.

I happen to met John while I was busy snapping pictures. He was there happily smoking, and not for a single moment noticing that I was taking his pictures as well.

By the way, I do not know John at all. I just happen to see this guy in his 50's smoking. He looks like he is called John, so yeah, there goes his name.

Perhaps now you know why Aussies are more open. Public bondage sessions amuses everyone. Even the kids.

And then there was this street artist who performs his talent by sculpting sand. I didn't manage to wait till he finish his end product. Cause seriously since young, I derive my definition of joy from destroying other kids' sandcastles.






I saw this kid eyeing at the coins in the chap's briefcase. I had my handphone in my hand. Just In Case.









Every robbery has to have a watcher. Who could be more suspicious than a girl dressed in shirts 2 sizes larger than hers.







Anyway soon it was time for me to head back to Brisbane City where I was meeting some of my mates to have dinner with. On my way back, I couldn't help but took a picture of this guy. He was crying.

Darn.Funny.






As I was crossing the bridge, I thought a typhoon was hitting Brisbane. The wind was damn fucking strong. And boy, had I wished the wind was stronger cause perhaps if it was......






... I would have been able to see the colour of her undies.

Maybe my grandfather was watching from above and was damn pissed at me watching ang moh karcheng. My GLASSES ACTUALLY FLEW to the road (left of picture) because the wind was just too strong.

It is in times like this when I actually thank the fact that I have been though NS where the occurence of SOC training was more frequent than my Platoon Sergeant smiling at me.

I leaped across the railing with ease and save my sunglasses. 20.bucks.saved.

Headed over to my former workplace where my friends were still doing closing for the shop. My life as a former sandwich boy.




I think you are getting sick of this entry.

Cause I am.

Bla bla bla, I went to this place to have my dinner. Eat, nice, go home, bye.