Posts Tagged ‘crazy day’

City2Surf 2010: UPDATE

It’s the annual event, the City2Surf, where masses of people run, walk, skip and strut approximately 14 kilometers from Sydney CBD to the famous Bondi Beach.

Right now I am at the ‘back of the pack’, briskly walking with some friends and praying that ‘Heartbreak Hill’ isn’t as devastating as it sounds. This is my first time entering the race, which raises funds for chosen charities every year.

I will update you about the day in the next few days, including the moment I crossed the finish line, any celebrities I managed to glimpse, the general atmosphere and any obstacles along the way.

Click on this link to see what all the excitement is about. It’s the largest race in the world!


Well I did it! Along with two other friends, this first time-participant has achieved the same glory as approximately 80 000 other people in saying they completed the 2010 City2Surf. To be honest with you, it went by fairly quickly and I enjoyed every minute of it (well, minus the long queue to catch a bus from Bondi to Bondi Junction train station).

The weather was sunny, cool, bright and perfect for the race. Organisers recommend bringing warm clothing for the start of the race, especially for those in the Back of the Pack (we have to wait until the ‘real’ runners finish the race). Perhaps I overcompensated by wearing an old red turtleneck (skivvy) with a singlet, City2Surf top and jacket; but as the race progressed we had the opportunity to throw out our clothes onto the ground to be later picked up the the girl guides and donated to The Smith Family.

By the time we crossed the START line we had already walked a few hundred metres and as everyone passed the starting mats, a wave of excitment filled the air. For those that participate non-competitavely, the crowd is part of the entertainment as groups parade their costumes, or raise awareness about a campaign, with some businesses using the City2Surf as an advertising platform. I was amazed by the number of parents who took their children in strollers and ran through the crowd at the same time.

The best features of the race were the beautiful views which coloured the course, the rush of crossing the finish line, and the time spent with my friends as we encouraged each other and appreciated the beauty and buzz which surrounded us.

The most difficult part was not Heartbreak Hill, but the last kilometre of the race. By this time we just wanted to finish already, the crowd was getting thicker and it was getting harder to weave in and out of the groups. So we decided to run down the last few hundred metres and happily pick up a participation medal along the way!

While waiting for the bus to Bondi Junction we spotted former Australian Champion surfer Layne Beachley.

Altogether it was an amazing experience and one I hope to repeat next year and in the years to come.


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Can you feel the beat?

* This photograph was taken in…Lebanon! That shouldn’t be a surprise anymore. Obviously I played around with the picture to give it that cool effect (isn’t this post quite a contrast from the previous one!?)

– The weekend is near and I’ve got some events to attend! I will come back and visit all my blogger friends soon 🙂

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Blur my mind.

Instead of one awesome photograph, I’m posting two ‘okay’ pictures 😛

They were both taken on fun days with my lovely friend when we hung out together during summer.

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– I took this photograph of my cousin. She is an aspiring musician with an angelic voice.

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Remember those rosy days when you were carefree, happy and your heart was brimming with love for the world? Ok, so maybe you don’t remember or you’ve never had those days, but my point is – we tend to romanticise the past.

Reminiscing about the good old days… with friends, family and in our wishful thinking. There is a good chance that it WAS much simpler back then. But I have another theory – It is partly due to the fact that we already got through the moment that we see it as ‘easier back then’.

When we were in high school, for instance, studying for the HSC government exams was a massive pressure that took up a lot of our head space, energy and time. But if you moved into the workforce or university (or both) after this period, then the realisation hits you that it was really just a baby step before being flung into the wide world.

Maybe now it seems easier…but at that moment it was big. It was hard. It was something.

It can be lovely to day dream about the good past, and remember little events, transient moments and previous treasures. If we went back, of course it would be easier, because of who we have become. But that doesn’t help us now!

It always seems impossible until it’s done.

So until it’s done (whatever it may be) this quote + picture combo is going to make me smile.

Just watch me 🙂

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Press: FWD

I thought I would post two humourous emails I had saved as a fun diversion; because I need to distract myself from the throbbing of my finger. I accidently cut it with a jagged knife a few days ago (blood, tears and pain) and it’s been difficult to type properly since – among other things.


These were posted on an Australian Tourism Website and the answers are the actual responses by the website officials, who obviously have a great sense of humour


Q: Does it ever get windy in  Australia  ? I have never seen it rain on TV, how do the plants grow? (  UK ).

A: We import all plants fully grown and then just sit around watching them die.


Q: Will I be able to see kangaroos in the street? (  USA )

A: Depends how much you’ve been drinking.


Q: I want to walk from  Perth  to  Sydney  – can I follow the railroad tracks? (  Sweden )

A: Sure, it’s only three thousand miles, take lots of water.


Q: Are there any ATMs (cash machines) in  Australia  ? Can you send me a list of them in Brisbane ,  Cairns  ,Townsville and HerveyBay ? (  UK )

A: What did your last slave die of?


Q: Can you give me some information about hippo racing in  Australia  ? (  USA )

A: A-fri-ca is the big triangle shaped continent south of  Europe  .. Aus-tra-lia is that big island in the middle of the Pacific which does not … oh forget it. Sure, the hippo racing is every Tuesday night in Kings Cross.


Q: Which direction is North in  Australia  ? (  USA )

A: Face south and then turn 180 degrees. Contact us when you get here and we’ll send the rest of the directions.


Q: Can I bring cutlery into  Australia  ? (  UK )

A: Why? Just use your fingers like we do.


Q: Can you send me the  Vienna  Boys’ Choir schedule? (  USA )

A: Aus-tri-a is that quaint little country bordering Ger-man-y, which is
oh forget it. Sure, the  Vienna  Boys Choir plays every Tuesday night in Kings Cross, straight after the hippo races.


Q: Can I wear high heels in Australia  ? (  UK )

A: You are a British politician, right?

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Q: Are there supermarkets in Sydney and is milk available all year round? (Germany )

A: No, we are a peaceful civilization of vegan hunter/gatherers.
Milk is illegal…


Q: Please send a list of all doctors in  Australia  who can Dispense rattlesnake serum. (  USA )

A: Rattlesnakes live in A-meri-ca which is where YOU come from.
All Australian snakes are perfectly harmless, can be safely handled and make good pets.


Q: I have a question about a famous animal in Australia , but I forget its name. It’s a kind of bear and lives in trees. (  USA )

A: It’s called a Drop Bear. They are so called because they drop out of Gum trees and eat the brains of anyone walking underneath them. You can scare them off by spraying yourself with water before you go out walking.


Q: I have developed a new product that is the fountain of youth. Can you tell me where I can sell it in  Australia  ? (  USA )

A: Anywhere significant numbers of Americans gather.


Q: Can you tell me the regions in  Tasmania  where the female population is smaller than the male population? (  Italy )

A: Yes, gay night clubs.


Q: Do you celebrate Christmas in Australia  ? (France)

A: Only at Christmas.


Q: Will I be able to speak English most places I go? (  USA )

A: Yes, but you’ll have to learn it first

Please be patient and read this story to the end:

A blonde walks into a bank in Sydney and asks for the loan officer.
She says she’s going to Hong Kong on business for two weeks and needs to borrow $5,000.
The bank officer says the bank will need some kind of security for the loan, so the blonde hands over the keys to a new Mercedes. The car is parked on the street in front of the bank, she has the title and everything checks out. The bank agrees to accept the car as collateral for the loan. The bank’s president and its officers all enjoy a good laugh at the blonde for using a $250,000 Mercedes as collateral against a $5,000 loan.

An employee of the bank then proceeds to drive the Mercedes into the bank’s underground garage and parks it there. Two weeks later, the blonde returns, repays the $5,000 and the interest, which comes to $15.41.
The loan office says, “Miss, we are very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out and found that you are a millionaire. What puzzles us is, why would you bother to borrow $5,000?”

The blonde replies… “Where else in Sydney can I park my car for two weeks for only $15.41 and expect it to be there when I return?”


I should be alright to do a long post again soon 😀

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Why is it that one frantic run to the train in the morning can set off a chain reaction for the rest of the day?

Some people call it ‘getting out of the wrong side of bed’ but I liken it to a ball rolling down a hill, picking up speed until it falls off a cliff and blows up into smithereens. A little dramatic, but a good picture of a day I once experienced.

It started off with my exuberant rush to catch the train, and pick up two friends along the way. With two minutes to sprint up the ramp, buy our tickets and dart into the carriage it seemed an unlikely race against time. It didn’t help that my friends were the ‘get there early’ sort, for they don’t take too well to energetic bursts of a panicked dash towards closing doors. As it should happen, the cues at the ticket machine and booth were longer than usual, and I was indecisively hopping between the two lines in the hopes of picking the faster one. The train rolls up, and I’m waiting for that little piece of paper to shoot down and clang out of the machine as my friends watch on whilst boarding the train. Alas my ticket has come, I sprint to the doors and as I leap into the carriage the clink of coins spilling everywhere is heard by the amused strangers. As I look to the platform, the doors close in slow motion, with my hand straining out to catch the best lip-gloss I owned before it eventually fell through the cracks and out of reach. Sigh.

The train rattles along and I do my best to stop thinking about my now long-lost favourite lip-gloss.

As it so happens, numerous little hiccups continued for the rest of the day (I won’t bore you with ALL the details – otherwise this would turn into an essay). So I shall skip to the travel back home, at which point the sky had decided to open its doors.

With frazzled hair and heavy books I shuffled onto the railway platform and patiently waited for the next train. Thinking over the events of that day I began to softly, uncontrollably laugh; hence appearing like a maniac to those around me. My strategy? Pretending to read a funny text message. I am really not crazy.

I started to notice a guy glancing in my direction, with a confused expression on his face. Surely he must get to know me first, because that’s probably more confusing than my appearance!

Ignoring the strange looks I began to daydream, until I was rudely woken from my reverie to the vibrations of my phone ringing. Without thinking I answered with a loud “HELLO” and the aforementioned guy turned to me, lips parted about to answer before realising I was actually addressing my mobile and not himself. We both had a little laugh and awkward smile.

He ventured my way, before giving me the embarrassing news. I had smudges of black all over my face and he thought it polite to let me know! My face was probably all shades of red at that point. Trying to wipe it all off, he stood there quietly laughing at the situation and I thanked him for saving me from further embarrassment. As I looked down at my hands I realised they were also smudged; the black markings were from the ink on a newspaper that I had used to shelter myself from the rain. That was smart.

His train pulled up and we said goodbye to each other.  It was the end of a long and eventful day! When I got home, I chose between my only two options at that point: 1. To laugh hysterically for half an hour OR 2. To have a good cry.

I was on the brink, and I fell over to the side of (1). There is a reason why it’s called it ‘cracking up’.

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