I went to Sydney last weekend for a four day trip with six other friends. The last time I was there was when I was 16 years old, wrote like this and did Dikir Barat as the part of the Cultural Performance section of World Youth Day.

I didn’t do much proper sight-seeing back then and though some things were a bit of a repeat, it was a whole lot of fun going away from the ward for some time.

We stayed at Maze Backpackers in the ‘Hufflepuff’ section. It wasn’t too bad overall, aside from the damp scent that constantly hung around the rooms. We needed a place to crash and it served its purpose.

The seven of us did all of the classic tourist-y things like going up to Blue Mountain, taking the cable cars, walked across the Harbour Bridge, popped by the Sydney Opera House, got on a few ferries to go to the more popular beaches (though I did not swim because of reasons) and did a ‘pay what you think it merits’ walk-around-the-city tour. Five of us also caught a performance of Aladdin at the Capitol Theatre that was highly entertaining. For some reason, I was the only one who downloaded the Opal app (it’s the public transport card-tracking-system type thing in Sydney) so I ended up navigating all of us everywhere.

Naturally, this trip was not without it’s hiccups. I lost my guest-keycard and my Opal card on the morning of Day 3, probably fell out of my pocket on the way to the bathroom, so I had to get a brand new Opal card, and pay a 20AUD fine for the guest-keycard- such a waste of money. Also, I had to buy a toothbrush and shower gel because I left my toiletries back in Melbourne. C’est la vie, right?

But all in all, it was a good time; costly, yes, but a good time nonetheless.

Bondi Beach


Il Porcellino- you rub it’s nose for luck, which is why that’s the shiniest part of the figurine


Yes, that face is not creepy at all. Our tour guide said that they tore down the old one and gave it a face lift to make it look less menacing (the Luna Park in Melbourne has a creepier face) to increase tourist flow, but that did not work out at all. The place was so quiet that if a clown with an axe stood there, it would not look out of place at all.


I took this when we walked across the Sydney Harbour Bridge. I say across because it costs about 245 AUD to walk ON the bridge. So naturally, we did the cheaper version of it.


Yes, I got on a ferry-type-boat thing. If I stared at the water for a good while and over thought things, it could get to me.


I did not take this picture.


Capitol Theatre has to be the prettiest theatre I’ve been to so far. You should look up the Google Map-type view of the inside.


And I did not take this picture either.


The seven of us and our tour guide up to Blue Mountain. He was a great storyteller. Black and white because the original image was quite pixelated. I also did not that this one, but you knew that already.

By this time next week, I’ll already be at home. I cannot wait.



Another week has gone by and I’m fairly glad for that. We are below the 20’s now, which is a great feeling. And shocker guys, I’m in Starbucks again.

A friend and I watched a Scottish musical “Our Ladies of Perpetual Succour” which was an exercise in seeing what the human mind can do. It took a full 5 minutes before I could understand what they were saying. Clearly, my Babel Fish isn’t working that well.


It was quite a production, pretty unexpected in some ways. I must applaud the talent that was on stage, they did their roles very well. The vocals were incredible. The plot was alright, I get where they were coming from. I could picture the whole thing being a TV movie but set in the 90’s like My Mad Fat Diary. It had that sort of feel.

Today has been a pretty up and down day so far. I woke up a little later than I expected to, managed to wrangle my way to the train and to church. I had not gone to church in about two weeks. That’s what happens when you’re downright lazy/ miss the train.

Here are unnecessary pictures of my breakfast:


Melanie and I watched High School Musical 3 together this afternoon via the wonders of the internet because we had never seen it. Aside from the connectivity issues that took over half an hour to resolve, it was pretty fun. Kenny Ortega did a really good job directing that movie, and the choreography was really, really good. As cheesy as 80% of the dialogue was, it was well done.


Half way through the movie there was a power outage that I had hope would resolve itself by the time the movie was over, but that did not happen. Which is why I am here in Starbucks, once more. My latop was at 11% and my phone at 36%. There was no way that I was going to survive the rest of the evening in my room. (Yes, this qualifies as a ‘first world problem’)The owner wasn’t home, the other housemate left for his evening shift and I could not find the power box to see it was a simple trip. I needed a power source to charge my devices and after 6pm, there are seriously limited places to do so. So, here we are back in the city, in a chain coffee store that originated in the US of A.

Now on to something a bit more serious-

Here’s something I have come to realise this week that I have always known but not really ‘known’: patients have lives. Well, more specifically, geriatric patients have lives before they became old.

I’m not phrasing this well.

What I’m trying to say is that I’m a concieted little prick that rarely acknowledges or remembers that other people have lives. I was speaking to this one patient in the ward whom I’ve gotten to know quite well over the course of three weeks. She’s a frail old lady, 88 years in age, with poor eyesight, even poorer hearing, who came in initially with a fracture of her left knee. She is one of the 3 or 4 people on my ‘side of the ward’ that can actually hold a conversation, and since I don’t do as much in this ward, I spend quite a bit of time talking to her every day.

She has had quite a life! She joined the communist party in Australia when she was 18, attended many World Peace conferences all over the planet, raised 2 daughters singlehandedly after she separated from her husband. This little old lady was a communist. It took a while to comprehend that.

People have lives outside the hospital. I don’t know why but for some reason, I forgot that. ‘Forgot’ isn’t quite the right word, I glaze over that fact. Especially when it comes to the ‘golden citizens’ that come in. It’s easy to think of them as the ‘older population’ who have all the co-morbidities for all sorts of conditions, with age playing the most significant role. But they all have lives that may be complete ‘out there’ and unexpected. I don’t know why I don’t keep that in mind often enough.

I have made friends with this old lady and I was genuinely sad to see her go last Friday. ‘Go’ as in back to the residential care facility she was from, not ‘go’ as in ‘pass away’. I don’t have a friend in the ward anymore, and the next three weeks are gonna be a little trying because of that.

Wait, not three weeks, 17 days. Just 17 days.


It is a Sunday, I’m in Starbucks, I’m watching a Hallmark movie (Love on the Air) on my laptop because I genuinely like it. It’s a well written one and not saccharine sweet, but cute enough to be comforting.

I’m not 100% well. Somehow, I’ve developed a sore soft palate again. This is horrible. My body has built up enough tolerance to Melbourne, and is now rejecting it. Hahaha. I’m glad no Australian is actually reading this. But if there is, I am sorry for the insult, I don’t really mean it, I’m just homesick, physically sick, and seriously craving a nice bowl of pork noodles.

I am so done with being sick. It’s so freaking annoying.

I went out on Friday with a group of friends as it was a public holiday. We went to Yarra Valley, had a wine tasting session, a cheese tasting session and popped by a chocolate factory before heading back to the city for dinner and a stop at a board game place. It was with mish-mash of people I don’t normally hang out with and it provided for interesting conversation. I forget how different my normal associations are in comparison to the ones I spent time with in the last two days. Not necessarily a bad thing because it’s always good to mix with different people.


In relation (and not quite) to that (because this is partly inspired by something brought up in one of the older episode of the Gilmore Guys podcast), I have been thinking about chemistry between people. I have a question for you, dear reader: When is chemistry between two people consider romantic?

Is all chemistry considered romantic?

Is it when you start to wonder? Is it when your other friends start pointing it out and asking questions?

Can chemistry be platonic? Or is the negation of that the reason for the ‘men and women cannot be purely friends’ rule?

Where is the line that tells you that compatibility is not purely friendship? Any TV show illustrates this situation with the whole ‘oh, we’re just friends’ thing before that turns into the two people going out/eventually getting married/breaking up a season down the road.

I believes that all friendships are based on good chemistry between two individuals because you have to be able to connect with someone at some level. But when is chemistry.. ‘chemistry’?

Answer me that, dear reader. I’m quite curious to hear what you think.

It is now October 2nd and Daylight Savings in Australia, which puts me 3 hours ahead of home. Oh, home. I am 24 days away.


I can deal with 24. I think.

Have a great week ahead, lovelies! x

EDIT– here’s what Lydia has to say about it, and since I cannot put pictures in comments, I’m gonna put a screenshot of it here:



I am trying to get into the habit of deleting photos off my phone after I upload them here because it’s occupying unnecessary space. I should figure out a better way to do it on my laptop because I have run out of space. hah.

Anyway, back to what I did last weekend🙂, namely MATILDA!

It was amazing. Visually, the most beautiful one I’ve seen in person. The choreography was so well done! I do not want to spoil anything for any of you who want to see it, but there’s this bit in School Song that’s so, so genius. And of course, the usage of the swings in When I Grow Up is a sight to behold when you’re seated 5 rows from the stage because everyone literally swings right above your head.


This paper hit me right in the face (there’s this bit in one of the finale where paper aeroplanes get thrown into the crowd) and left a 1cm nick on my nose. Totally worth it because now I have a souvenir, an actual prop!


I highly enjoyed it! If you get the opportunity, you absolutely must see it.

On Sunday I went to the Royal Melbourne Show which was .. alright. I guess I mostly went because I didn’t have anything else to do and I was mildly curious. It was more of a fun fair with a bunch of rides, some ‘interact with live animals’ stuff and food. I guess the highlight would be seeing the Master Chef Australia set. I am not a huge fan of the show like my friend is but I have seen most of it’s seasons.

I did not expect it to be as small as it is. I guess camera angles were well chosen for it to appear massive on TV.


I have fallen sick for the second time in 3 weeks which is why I did not write up something sooner. I clearly have the worst immune system in the whole world. I guess it doesn’t help that my new ward just makes me miserable because the team isn’t as friendly as the one I was used to. I’m just counting down the days. 28 to go. I just have to barrel through. 😣

Have a great rest of this week and a nice weekend ❤️


That has to be my favourite number so far. Heck, each time that number goes down, it’s my favourite. 38 days till I fly home. Somehow that number makes me so pleased. Just five and a half weeks left to go. I am very excited to leave.

A bunch of good friends left this week. We had a farewell dinner on Wednesday night and then a lunch on Thursday. I shall miss a good number of them because they’re the ones I usually hang out with. Sure, there are quite a good number of people left in Australia just waiting for the finish line too, and I will be spending time with them in the weeks to come.

My friend’s boyfriend was around till Saturday, so we did a bit of sight seeing and stopping by all her favourite spots including Adriano Zumbo’s shop in South Yarra and this other fancy dessert shop called Burch and Purchese (B&P). It was quite a rainy Thursday when we went there which was pretty annoying, but spending time with friends for two consecutive days (Thursday and Friday) was an absolute thrill.



I have two things to look forward to this week: And Then There Were Not As Many on Friday, which is a parody of sorts of the famous Agatha Christie book And Then There Were None, and Matilda on Saturday.

I guess more importantly, I am starting my final rotation of Year 5, and final rotation of medical school. I’m moving two floors up to another ward but in the same hospital. I am apprehensive as usual. I hope the new team is nice and that I get along with them well. I’m so used to being with the previous team on the first floor, and having to meet brand new people and try to mash well with them gives me anxiety. Ugh. Oh well. Just 38 days and I am done with this.

I hope you all have a great weekend and a great week ahead. x




I am crying over the videos from Father Philips Muthu’s funeral and I swear my eyes will be puffy tomorrow.

I keep writing these things, these posts about how important people are in your life and to cherish them because they can make an exit in one way or another. I hate that I keep writing these because it usually means someone I know has passed away, or it’s an anniversary of someone’s death.

The priest I’m writing about was a good man, a good listener, and someone my family trusted enough with our problems. A bunch of years ago when my brother was going through a really dark time, Father Philips was the one person he would talk to. And through the years that I have known him, this priest has always remembered us, and most of all, remembered my brother. I think in some ways, Aaron chose law because Father Philips was a lawyer (and a Canon Law expert, and an exorcist). When they bumped into each other at the BERSIH rally last year, he was so proud of my brother, just so freaking proud.

It’s so sad that my mom could never go through with the promise to have Father Philips over. For years he’s been planning to visit our home, but my mom was too embarassed because we don’t have a ‘real home’. And now that that is coming to fulfillment in the next year or so, we cannot keep our promise. Retrospectively, I am 100% sure that Father Philips would not have cared that we didn’t have a home, nor would he have judged us for it.

It’s little things like that that make me even sadder.

He was such a good man. He always did his best to serve the community he was placed in, no matter where he was, be it in PJ or serving as one of the only (if not the only) prisest in Terengganu.

Again, like it needs saying, hug those you love tightly, remember to tell them that you care. Don’t let something trivial hold you back.

God rest his soul.


I received news this morning that one of the priests I have known for the past 12 years had passed away yesterday evening. It was a shock, it is too soon because he is so young. This man was instrumental in helping my brother through a really hard time in his life and is someone I consider a good family friend. I am truly saddened by the news. Only 56 and to die from a heart attack.:/ God rest the soul of Father Philip Muthu.

In other news, I was welcomed back with open arms on Friday. It was such an ego boost to overhear the resident say “I’m so glad Grace is back.” Sure, it was only because having me around means he can make me do a good amount of work on his behalf, but it was nice. I have three days more in that ward before I move up to the ‘General Medicine’ ward, which is basically the same thing.

but yes, 45 days more!

I went to the AstroLight Festival at the Spotswood ScienceWorks Museum yesterday with a friend. It was actually pretty fun. We managed to see Saturn and Mars through a few telescopes, alone with the surface of the moon. I have always found space to be quite thrilling so having the opportunity to actually see other planets, to see the surface of the moon so clearly.. that was such a great moment.


I’m at the State Library of Victoria right now because I truly need to get work done and my room is far from conducive for any of this. I need to look up why choosing warfarin and aspirin is good for this case study I’m discussing tomorrow with my team.


45 days more guys. I can survive that, right? Besides, I’m watching MATHILDA in 2 weeks🙂