brisbane...

well.. i dont want to talk about it, so i'll just have to write about it, leaving sydney is definitely gonna be rough. I'm leaving a lot of what i hold dear behind for not much career or personal benefit. Truly i'm not really sure why i've decided what i've decided. Its like when i see a set of stairs, do i walk down them or slide down the rails? Im always gonna pick sliding, not because its faster just to see if i can do it all the way down and stick the landing. So can i survive 3 years away from Sydney? Can i live alone away from home family and friends? Can i start from scratch and get a new bunch of friends? Can i carve out a second profession for myself? These are all things that i want to find out. But i cant help but think that i'm risking a lot of my future on pure curiosity...I wish i had more basis too my decision, but i dont, the rational part of my brain (which is most of it) is in an uproar, like scientist debating the theory of Intelligent Design. The rational brain will just have to be happy that its getting a PhD at the end of all this.

btw, who actually reads this? My pointless ranting about things happening in my life? Surely there are more interesting blogs to read than this one...

p.s: i FINALLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYY made pork belly like they do at the chinese restaurants. I did not think it would be that difficult to get that crispy skin. But after the 3rd serious try i did it, through a convoluted use of pan and oven =P woooT!