As
the plane glided along the runway, it suddenly occurred to me that I'd be spending the next 14.4288 million seconds of my
life in Melbourne. Well, I guess it should not be too much of a problem except for the temperature. For a creature used to
the sweltering heat of Singapore, 7oC is comparable to the South Pole.
Even after 2 weeks, several layers of clothing are
barely enough to prevent my blood from freezing up and sending me into a seizure. For those of you back home who cannot live
without an air-con, I would strongly urge you to consider immigrating to Australia.
So, here I am, all alone in this urban jungle. Left on my own devices to fend for myself. It will take a whole lot
of planning, experience and luck to stay alive (comfortably) in my 167 days here. In here, I'll let you have a peek on the
colorful life that I would never have back in Singapore. Enjoy.
