The Distance

Distance does not mean anything, when someone means everything.

I was in an early relationship with my girlfriend when I left to Australia. We were friends in sophomore year of high school and never actually thought that we will be together.

At the final year and right after the final exam, I decided to ask her out (yes I was a chicken, did not ever asked her to prom). Told her that we only had very short time together physically, as I will be leaving within 3 months. I left all decisions to her, if she still wanted to be in a relationship or not.

In the end we decided to try the long distance and just hoped that it would work out. It was hard… really really hard.

She started collage earlier than me, as mine started a bit late due to visa issues and everything. I saw hear got new group of friends and all of these seniors and her new friends started to get along with her. I could clearly see that some of them was trying to get close to her knowing that she have me.

I picked her up from collage, and she told me all of these stories of ‘awesome friends’ that made her somehow comfortable with her new environment. At that time, it was couple of weeks before I left and I contemplated should I give up on her so that she will find someone that can always be close to her.

I decided that I will try the long distance and not gonna give up on her, but in case she does suffer from the relationship, I might give her a better chance of finding someone else that can actually be able to physically present for her.

Fortunately, it was a right choice. It has been more than five years now (or maybe six? I am not sure) and we are still together. She is planning to move with me in Oz, once international travel is not banned anymore.

Yes, long distance relationship does works out but it is hard. Time difference, physical presence and peer pressure are just a very minor challenges, but as long as there is commitment the distance does not mean anything.

G’day Mate

Addicted to cheesymites, sultanas and meat pies.

I have mentioned that I moved overseas on previous two posts. As you can guess from the title of this one, yes I moved to Australia to pursue my ‘dream’.

There is this stereotype that Straya is this wild place with all sort of dangerous wildlife that can eat you alive anytime. Well, that is…… partially true.

Yes there are gajillion of weird looking creatures roaming around this vast land, like the palm sized spiders chilli’n in the corner of your garage. They does look mean, but there are people that live with them everyday so should be alright, rite?

The idea of moving to dangerous and unknown place freaks me out a little bit, but in the end I fell in love with this country. The standard of living in this country is amazing, especially near the east coast where I live in.

I really love the laid back feels in the country, where most people wear singlets, shorts and thongs (flip-flops) on a sunny day, while putting prawns on the barbie with tinny in a stubby. Most people are nice and welcoming, just say G’day mate and sweet… you are good to go.

Overtime you forget about the mean spiders, sharks and killer jelly fish, the idea of them is just getting replaced by the good memories that I made here. Looking back in time, I was freaking out for nothing. So all I can say, if you are someone that is thinking of moving somewhere, weather it is another place, town or countries just go for it. You’ll never know, you might end up loving it!

“Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you’re gonna get” – Forest Gump

Responsibility

One’s realisation of responsibility in life.

I have always been living in the comfort of my home for more than 18 years. My parents was not overly protective or anything, but I knew that they will always be there for me. They were always listed to my problems and even helped me on almost every aspect of my life, as an example I did not even have to look for a part time job as my parent have their own business and I ‘work’ for them.

Then I left. Overseas. With broken english.

The feeling of ‘real life’ kicks in as soon as I entered the airport gate. At that time I only realise that it would be a short period of my life being away from comfort zone. I did not understand that it was the point where I have to make every single decision by myself and any results will be because of myself.

No one will help, no one else will decide for me and no one to blame for mistakes.

It just me, myself and I.

There are millions of things that I had to do myself from as simple as what’s for dinner to deciding thousands of dollars investment on stock market.

I remembered being shaky and sweaty went to open my own savings account at a bank. Back at home, my parents did all of the ‘grown-up’ stuff and all I had to do was listed to what they say and it is all good. Now I have to sign on my life to terms and conditions (that no one actually reads) and actually decide is it better to have small fee or higher interest rate?

These are the unspoken rule of life, you learn every step of the way realising how much responsibility that you carry every single day.

But one thing that everybody should remember, every time we are uneasy, not being able to sleep thinking about the outcomes of a decision that is the time that a person is actually growing.

No matter what the outcome is you have the responsibility on how my life’s going to be.

Prologue

My first ever blog post that has nothing special in it. I will start with a little paragraph about myself.

I am a normal guy (at least I think that way) in his 20s. Freshly out of uni and currently working as a normal ‘salary man’ who works 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, sits in a cubicle while staring at three monitors.

I was living in comfort throughout my early life until the end of high school. Lived with my parents and never had any ‘struggle’, as I come from an upper middle-class background. However, everything ‘changed’ when I decided to study overseas for my undergraduate degree. I got full support from my parents, but to be honest I was more than scared.

English was not my first language and oh boy, I am slightly afraid of excessive human-interaction (read: ambivert). With a broken English and bright simile of my parents that proudly send their eldest son abroad, I left home and went for an adventure.

At first… I thought it was a real bad decision. I regret my decision quickly in the first day of college, first week of class, first month of living by myself and…. eventually a year with a bunch of friends and found my second home?

After nearly five years has passed, I think it was one of the best decision that I ever made. I learnt a lot and one thing that struck me the most is that life is a very deep unknown and no one has anything figured out.

Just try your best, be grateful for every moment and you will find you will figure it out.