Day 11 - Perth was raining, so was my heart.

And the mystery is solved. Billabong resort really IS GOOD, cos it was clean and clean and clean. I swear I am no clean freak, but the pillows were well sunned, bedspreads were clean, and most importantly, no BEDBUGS!!

the gals were obviously happy.

We settled out to Fremantle this morning, after sleeping till, gasp! 11am! Considering we slept like 4++am that day!


taking the subway to fremantle...only takes half an hour!

ET and her psych friends, and yes, I was the ODDITY. ANOMALY, whatever you call that.

inconsiderate singaporeans #1

inconsiderate singaporean #2

cheeky + inconsiderate singaporean #3

Reaching fremantle, the wind was gushing till the trees machiam want to fly away already.....
Deciding that we had different agendas at fremantle, I broke away from the team and went exploring Fremantle on my own.

I took the CAT, and went to the sights I wanted to see -
their bus stops very 有特色！




Then I went to the Maritime Museum. It exhibits the wreakage found from shipwreaks within this area...


Then I went to the Indian ocean beach


Then I went to E-Shed! to buy souvenirs and macademia nuts!
And went to another museum




Then I walked around Fremantle, being a carefree, happy tourists... didn't need to care about time, didn't need to care for anything in the world!




Some backpackers hostel, very vibrant feel to it. I wonder if theres bedbugs!

Church, taken from side


same church, but taken from front. Notice how the hue of colours differs!! Amazing!






My lunch. Pasta in Aussie is no joke man. GOOD AH! Broccoli and chicken penne.










When they say that Fremantle is a culturally rich place, they weren't kidding. I really enjoyed my (lone) walk, snapping pictures, doing touristy stuffs.


Then i went to fremantle market.

Cos It was endless rain during the time I was shopping in Fremantle Market.... I spent the rest of my afternoon holed up in the Fremantle Market Bar


Musicians playing at the bar (well, buskers, actually. They dun get paid, their royalties comes from the customers' 'donations')
I stayed for a good 3+ hours, had the chance to see about... 4 different group of performers.. Had Champagne and Wine..... endlessly! Chilled and thought. Think and Drank....

One glaring thought that floated thru my mind incessantly was....
being a musician has always been a dream of mine..
Going to concerts (and such) reaffirmed my interest in music.
But life is always a stage of balance. You can't have the pie and eat it.
The harsh reality soon dawned on me. How am I gonna feed myself, and my family, and repay my debts if I become a musician. A musician in my country is CMI, unless u are syz, jj, cjy, etc.
No offense if I didnt mention your "favourite local act"
And I watched the movie, August Rush the other time. In it, Robin williams said, " If you wanna be a musician, you gotta love it, you gotta make it your first love. even without food you must love making music. even without a good place to live in, you must love making music. music has to be your first love".
I was reminded of this scene at the pub. Can I stomach eating bread crumbs to seek my aspiration as a musician? Can I stomach not being able to buy nice clothes to make music? Can I overcome the guilt of not being able to contribute to the family so as to make music.

I'm sorry for myself, for all the above mentioned, I can't do that. Yes I love music. I love Chopin.I love listening to his etudes. I love running my fingers through the notes. I like Paganini. I like Bach. I like listening to pop acts. I love Cheer zeh zeh. I adore what they've done, and what they are doing. I would like to be like them, but I can't.
Simple fact.I am not that talented. And I can't bear myself to give up my earthly luxuries to pursue music (well thats assuming that if i wanna pursue music, i gotta give up my stable income, and the road to music is very 坎坷啦)
Right smack at the middle of the bar.I told myself. Music is a hobby. As of now. What I need is money.

Heavy stuffs aside, dinner was at this totally cannot make it "best fish n chips in the world" eatery. Give me a break. I had fallen prey to marketing tactics. Shame on me!


Enroute back, we bought a cake for the bday gals!
birthday gals!!

and we spent the night playing piano n singing! (billabong resort rocks!!)