Yay, he’s finally here. Who? Well, he is my very special someone, who has been through lots of bitter and sweet times with me... and whom I truly love deeply. The date of arrival: 20th of June in Kingsford smith airport.

I arrived at the airport with some sandwiches prepared for him, just in case he gets hungry (am I sweet or what? hehe) They were nutella sandwich, honey sandwich, and tuna sandwich.

The plane was scheduled to arrive at 8.05am, but he doesn’t seem to be anywhere even it is 8.30 already. I kept on shifting between the two big gates (gate C and D) because I don't know which side he would appear from. There were many times I thought I saw him walking out... So I was rushing from left to right for I think maybe 2 or 3 times? Haha... A bit embarrassing.. but I guess no one noticed.

After sometime of waiting, he finally arrived pushing his cart, I could see him from far away, cos he’s just like a coloured object in the middle of a grayish world. So I ran to him, and we hugged very tightly, all I could think of was, thank god he arrived safely and how much I missed him.

Oh yea, he’s late because his luggage showed up late at the carousel, no, not the children house carousel.

We went to the restroom before catching the 400 bus back to my place. Well, thanks to that trip, we missed the bus. But it's okay, as long as he is with me, hugging me, in the middle of a cozy morning. That's cos he’s a mobile heater, owned by me. Hehe.

So we caught the next bus back to my hostel. And yup, able to cheat the bus trip by using the concession card. Some old man started to babbling to himself in the bus,and that shocked him for the very first time, cultural shock in Sydney.

And from his point of view, Sydney, is a quite slow paced, relaxed country. Everything closes at 5 except for eateries. Well thanks to him too, I discovered that a lot of Coles and Woolworths open till midnight

.

So we went back to the hostel, after lugging the bags for such a long journey. We rest for a while before I begin preparing lunch with the limited food supply that I have in my fridge and pantry. End up making "chow dong fun" or fried bean vermicelli. (Mind you, my food stock was low because I was going to shift to another place for the holidays).

Dinner for the day, ta-dah, it’s seafood rice from Kingsford Chinese restaurant beside Dong Dong noodles. Not the kedongdong (you know, the sour fruit). But 东东, probably a name or something. And also a favourite saying from him, to substitute the word, 东西 cos he doesn’t like the west, so he calls it dong dong.

And later that night, we shift it to our new house, in 16 Boronia St, Kensington, after taking a wrong bus, 303. Wasted 2 punches of travelten, sob sob (although still using concession. Kekeke).

Finally, after some unpacking, we were dead tired and it was time for some shut eye. That's all for this blog post and stay tuned for more! :)

p/s: This post is a courtesy of both Kuan Lung (that's the prince) and me, so if you feel the writing style is different, now you know why.

Yay, he’s finally here. Who? Well, he is my very special someone, who has been through lots of bitter and sweet times with me... and whom I truly love deeply. The date of arrival: 20th of June in Kingsford smith airport.

I arrived at the airport with some sandwiches prepared for him, just in case he gets hungry (am I sweet or what? hehe) They were nutella sandwich, honey sandwich, and tuna sandwich.

The plane was scheduled to arrive at 8.05am, but he doesn’t seem to be anywhere even it is 8.30 already. I kept on shifting between the two big gates (gate C and D) because I don't know which side he would appear from. There were many times I thought I saw him walking out... So I was rushing from left to right for I think maybe 2 or 3 times? Haha... A bit embarrassing.. but I guess no one noticed.

After sometime of waiting, he finally arrived pushing his cart, I could see him from far away, cos he’s just like a coloured object in the middle of a grayish world. So I ran to him, and we hugged very tightly, all I could think of was, thank god he arrived safely and how much I missed him.

Oh yea, he’s late because his luggage showed up late at the carousel, no, not the children house carousel.

We went to the restroom before catching the 400 bus back to my place. Well, thanks to that trip, we missed the bus. But it's okay, as long as he is with me, hugging me, in the middle of a cozy morning. That's cos he’s a mobile heater, owned by me. Hehe.

So we caught the next bus back to my hostel. And yup, able to cheat the bus trip by using the concession card. Some old man started to babbling to himself in the bus,and that shocked him for the very first time, cultural shock in Sydney.

And from his point of view, Sydney, is a quite slow paced, relaxed country. Everything closes at 5 except for eateries. Well thanks to him too, I discovered that a lot of Coles and Woolworths open till midnight

.

So we went back to the hostel, after lugging the bags for such a long journey. We rest for a while before I begin preparing lunch with the limited food supply that I have in my fridge and pantry. End up making "chow dong fun" or fried bean vermicelli. (Mind you, my food stock was low because I was going to shift to another place for the holidays).

Dinner for the day, ta-dah, it’s seafood rice from Kingsford Chinese restaurant beside Dong Dong noodles. Not the kedongdong (you know, the sour fruit). But 东东, probably a name or something. And also a favourite saying from him, to substitute the word, 东西 cos he doesn’t like the west, so he calls it dong dong.

And later that night, we shift it to our new house, in 16 Boronia St, Kensington, after taking a wrong bus, 303. Wasted 2 punches of travelten, sob sob (although still using concession. Kekeke).

Finally, after some unpacking, we were dead tired and it was time for some shut eye. That's all for this blog post and stay tuned for more! :)

p/s: This post is a courtesy of both Kuan Lung (that's the prince) and me, so if you feel the writing style is different, now you know why.