Here We Go...

Finally after all the years in the corporate world, its back to school again. This is the moment my first lecture started (9.03am s'pore time). And here we go...

House of the True Light at McKenzie Street. A congregation of about 40 (mostly asians) starts service at 1.30pm every Sunday.

I did not want to spend my third weekend without going anywhere and I thought it would be good to try mixing around with some ang mohs. As a result, Mandi, Caitlin and myself drove down south to Phillip Island to spend the weekend. They are both Americans on exchange programme, only here for one semester. Unfortunately I can't find local Aussie ang moh students for this trip. I guess they are too busy with themselves...sad but true.

And of course every island got it's own view of the sea...

...it's fair share of wildlife...

...and of course if you have wildlife, you have their poo.

Its The Weekend!

This is one of the perks of joining the more senior cell...steamboat dinner! The best Asian meal ever since I left home. Most of them are aunties in their 50s to 60s...ex-Singaporeans and Malaysians who got married and settled down in Bendigo.

And this....is my "Ferrari"... actually, its more of a year 2000 Deawoo Nubira wagon with a 2 Litre engine, manual transmission, air bags, CD player, central locking and the list can go on... and all going for the price of $7000AUD! The dealer did a great job by throwing in new tires, touch up the paint work and service it all for free! After it was sold, people were willing to pay me much more for it. This is just a testimony of how God provides the right deal!

The Australian 1930s' Ferrari...right! But still, a nice car!

After hearing so much about cycling during winter, I wanted a taste of it myself. Had to put on the extra gear which kept me not so cold while riding. Thanks for the warm gear Chee Mun!

Life Before Uni Sarts

The quality of the half pounder still got standard. Compared to Singapore's...oh wait...we don't even have a quarter pounder any more!


Australian junk food! Mac's solid double quarter pounder burger...so it should be called half pounder burger right?


On the way to the warehouse, it was my first experience in a hail. I think the biggest was the size of a one cent coin. This was the coldest day here since arriving in Bendigo...about zero degrees.


Re-supply!!! The delivery guys were at the house while I was in Uni. So this guy from church was nice enough to drive me across town to collect them from the warehouse.


Ceramics class was on the agenda on the last day of the "Welcome Festival"...at least thats what they call it here. Sounds big but by this time, these were the remaining students who attended. Making a mug was fun though. Rather than having all those dumb rah rah orientation programmes in Singapore.

After A Week In Bendigo...

This is the usual state of the kitchen where I live in...at the dining table, evidence of Saturday's steamboat still there after three days. Worst then OBS any time...


Strath Village...my "Siglap Centre" down under. I get almost all I need here. If not, its a 45 mintues walk down town for the rest of the stuff. And another two hours drive to Melbourne for asian food stuff.


After the usual church service on Sunday,there is disciple training class comprise mostly of young adults who are students and ex-students from the Uni. It always end with dinner held at Pastor Gregory and his wife's place (couple right behind). I first knew them when he was the Chaplain during my secondary school and BB days. The other Singaporeans in the group are the couple on the left, Desmund and Clare working in Bendigo.


First day of Welcome Festival at the Uni. Something I felt that I needed to help me remember how to be a student again. The Singaporean trying to look all enthusiastic with a whole bunch of international students. The girl in front also Singaporean...the other one in the whole Uni I think.

The place I call home...for now...

Thought I put this in so that people can stop asking me where I am staying!


The happening place at Flora Hill. Got here after a 13 hour flight from Singapore to almost Melbourne (due to fog) to Adelaide and back to Melbourne. The journey happening man!


The disaster site after three days. Just spent 80 AUD to relpace door lock (on the left) for added security to the site.