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Flames to dust, lov­ers to friends.

Look­ing back­wards through the win­dow of time, it’s always tempt­ing to focus just on the good times, and want­ing more of those. If someone offered you a life­time of good times and noth­ing else, who wouldn’t take that?

But life isn’t like that.

It’s like how you have to eat the lettuce along with the bacon bits in a Caesar salad. If you wanted to invent a new salad, com­posed just of bacon bits, that’s prob­ably a bad idea.

Yin and yang.

I’m not say­ing it’s bad to look through that win­dow, gaz­ing at close memor­ies, and peer­ing at those fur­ther away, hazy through the fog of time. It’s import­ant to hold onto those memor­ies, those exper­i­ences with trav­el­lers whose paths no longer cross yours – because without them, what is left?

Yes­ter­day, I packed up six years of memor­ies into two suit­cases and a few boxes, and drove them back to my par­ents’ house. We did the things that had to be done, had a farewell hug, and said good bye.

It’s funny to think that two suit­cases and a few boxes is the entire phys­ic­al mani­fest­a­tion of six years. But I leave with more than just that, and I hope you do too.

It will be tempt­ing to think, what if? But time con­tin­ues for­ward, as it always has and always will. This isn’t the time for regret; it is the time for us to grow, albeit apart.

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I’ve been work­ing with GPlates for eight weeks now, and in this time, I’ve added a new tool to meas­ure dis­tances on the sur­face of the earth.

Measuring distances in GPlates

Meas­ur­ing dis­tances in GPlates

Hardly earth-shat­ter­ing (excuse the pun), but its sim­pli­city belies some of the changes under the hood; it incor­por­ates the (new) abil­ity to render text on the globe, for example. It’s all checked into trunk and should appear in the next major release!



These words could almost have come straight from your mouth:

It’s all because
I waited for so long, you showed me you were the one
I gave you my heart, right from the very start so
Everytime you lied, I knew inside, get anoth­er chance
I was hurt­ing, I was broken
I stayed too long and so that’s why you didn’t think that I’d move on

It’s all because
I loved you, I held you, I believed you

You gave me just one thing, but tak­ing from the begin­ning
You left me a heartache, how much more could I take
With every alibi, that made me cry, I’d still gave you more
I should’ve giv­en up, when I had had enough
But I stayed too long, that’s why you didn’t think that I’d move on

It’s all because
I loved you, I held you, I believed you

What we once had, I’ve des­troyed. What was once between us, is now gone. I know I’ve let you down, dis­ap­poin­ted you, angered you, bey­ond what you should have had to take.

But I loved you.

Today, we have an “anonym­ous” guest com­ic strip:

I have two main prob­lems with clean­ing my room: get­ting dust up my nose so that I end up sneez­ing for the next three hours, and find­ing things from the past.

Extrac­ted from the Year 6 Year­book from all the way back in 1997:


It really is quite reveal­ing when you read what you wrote back in Year 6. Some­how I wanted to be a law­yer and liked most sports. What was I think­ing?


What I found most inter­est­ing were the sim­il­ar­it­ies. I think I must’ve copied Daniel because I didn’t know what to write.

Update: Daniel says that what he meant in his pro­file about being a doc­tor and not a G.P. is not that he wants to become a spe­cial­ist sur­geon, but to get a PhD. He’s well on his way there. And Anupam’s pro­file was rather sim­il­ar too — which sug­gests that the three of us wrote it togeth­er. Remem­ber, ADE4AID and Han­son, Daniel, or am I dig­ging too deep now?


I am cur­rently stand­ing at Revesby sta­tion fum­ing over why CityRail can’t do any­thing to accom­mod­ate cus­tom­ers they screw over. My train just got can­celled and I will be late to a present­a­tion that I need to attend at work. My com­pletely reas­on­able request that the next express train that zooms past make an unsched­uled stop was denied because the next train arrives in just 9 minutes. Per­fectly sound reas­on­ing if it weren’t for the fact this means we arrive in the city 25 minutes later and office work­ers can’t get in before 9am.

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The metal­lic screeches of train wheels as a tin can enters the ever-pop­u­lar Air­port Line tun­nel. The smell of salt as you lean over the peel­ing rail­ings of a Sydney Ferry. A smat­ter­ing of the day’s rub­bish swirl­ing out­side closed shop-fronts early in the even­ing.

We enjoy the daily Sydney grind. We hope you do too.


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Test­ing one two three

Some­how this failed to work in Opera Mini on my mobile…

ok will blog about hong kong now…

i don’t know wheth­er to blame Opera or Word­Press — because it used to work!

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Daniel some­how man­aged to come up with URINATE and URIC, and almost got URINAL while play­ing Liter­ati today :S

What is Yahoo try­ing to say?

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