Sydney Pt. 1

Waking up to the cold dawn,we took a cab to Tullamarine Airport where our Virgin Blue flight to Sydney took off at about 7.15 a.m.I had a knapsack full of rubbish (a shaver?) and a bag of thick clothes and blankets,whereas J carried only a small bag in which both her cameras were stuffed into,along with 4 days worth of winter-proof clothes along with a handy sleeping bag that hung cutely by the side.We reached Sydney about an hour later,took the train to Central from which we took off for Chatswood to leave our bags at L's.Later,lunch at the Sydney Fish Market where we greedily ordered most of what was offered on the menu,including the bizarre choice of sea urchin.Which looked like tongue,and tasted like sewage but the other two enjoyed it.After,we took the train to Darling Harbour-a pretty place that felt congested with the sight of buildings.


Later,we wandered off to some private art exhibition space (where we made clay models and the fiesty lady repeatedly shoved this flier with email adds in my face "so [I] can tell them when [I] blog about this").Right.Later we dropped by the neighboring University of Sydney-a small enclosure right at the heart of the buzzing city,spent a couple minutes there snapping away before taking the bus down to Circular Quay,just in time for sundown.We took a ferry to King's Wharf (the ferry fare included with the Daytripper,inhumanely priced at $16).From the ferry we got a good view of the unremarkable Sydney Opera House,and the stunning Harbour Bridge-a luminous Luna Park right below,looking odd and beautiful next to the orange/purple backdrop.


At King's Wharf,we eyed the pricey bars for a while and walked up to George St,uncomfortably congested on Friday night as large crowds struggle to navigate past narrow sidewalks.By this time we were extremely exhausted,so we stopped by a small dessert joint for some much-needed sugar and took turns taking short naps.Yes,two Asians taking naps in the Sydney CBD on a Friday night,how adventurous.After our brief rejuvenation sesssion,we visited the newly opened Apple store-looking like a modern castle with four wide floors,adorned with sleek white tables and and an army of helpers in orange shirts ready with answers.The Mac Air still looks like one of the most luscious things humankind ever invented.Next,we advanced to George St Union Theatre for a show part of the ongoing Sydney Film Festival,for which we purchased online on Ticketmaster a week before.


Now,my review for anyone prepared to give two cents.American Teen,a supposed documentary that premiered at Sundance about 5 high-school stereotypes features some of the most annoying characters I've seen on screen all year.The whole point of it,I assume,was to show the similarities between individuals of different cliques.It has limited laughs,most of which were spoiled in the trailer.It offers some compelling messages about the troublesome process of fitting in and having to play to peoples' expectations,although a good half of those messages were delivered with the shallowness of a Hills episode.As for the alleged "documentary" title,it was obvious some of the characters were acting up to fit the film's drama quota-the biggest culprit being the apparent outcast Megan,who after confessing her love to a boyfriend sleeps with him and is afterwards abandoned.Then she chooses to skip school for the next 16 days,opting to stay home sobbing to the camera all day until-this jock character (Mitch) appears out of nowhere,says "There's something about Megan,something special about her" and they start dating and doing cutesy things together,but a breakup sms from Mitch later unravels Megan again.Cheesy,and extremely frustrating-I'd rather sit through 2 1/2 hours watching Sarah Jessica Parker whine and bitch than once more subject myself to this heavy-handed "documentary" that has all the believability of reality (tv).

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