Progress takes time.

My lovely aunt msged me to say her and my uncle are currently in Macau seeing my future workplace. I'm disappointed I can't be there to row her around and have him stand by looking horrified at the kitchiness of it all but there you go. Macau has been in contact and I look set to depart hopefully within a week. This is welcome news indeed as my financial activity has been primarily confined to spending and buying which is essentially the same thing. In addition to this my lifestyle is in need of an overhaul with it currently consisting of me eating, playing piano, eating, internetting, eating, watching masterchef which of course then only leads to me eating again.

Come to think of it maybe I don't want to disrupt all that...

The hiiiiills are aliiiiive!!!!!

I watched The Sound of Music tonight with Michelle. She made me delicious chocolate fondant and lamb. I've discovered that there is no need to acquire any kind of culinary skills as long as you have talented, nice friends. Somewhere in between "How do you solve a problem like Maria?" and the Reverend Mother singing "Climb ev'ry mountain" something resonated. Reverend Mother recognised Maria wasn't cut out to be a nun and that there are many paths to choose. She encouraged Maria to at least try to find her right one. So brave Maria goes back to face Captain Von Trapp. I wouldn't have done it. He looks too much like Timothy Dalton and I would have gotten nervous and forgotten the words to "Doe, a deer a female feer" and forsaken his love forever. I see going to Macau as a path. Sure, it will be more of a winding canal, but even in a city of casinos I am curious as to the adventures which one can have. Hopefully more than an existence of rowing and having to explain to people that while prostitution is legal there I am not a provider of that service.

Time shall tell, but I do hope I can tackle the future with as much pizazz and humour as Julie Andrews who, along with Babs and Bette and Paul Capsis, is as close as I can come to believing in deities.

Post 2 ?

It torrented all day. I put the word out I would not be getting out of bed for less than $10 000. No-one seemed interested which was great as it meant I got to sleep all day.

I considered writing a song about my day. But I discovered the wonderfully articulate Rihanna beat me to it.

And so I wait...

The title of this blog may insinuate that this writer is currently residing in China. This is incorrect reader. I am in Sydney. Hunched over my laptop amidst the wreckage of the half-filled boxes and suitcases strewn across my studio floor. I hear voices and I am sure that it is them, taunting me to the point of madness.

"Hahaaa you're never going to get to Macau. You're gunna have to stay here for the long cold Sydney winter with no home and you'll be forced to move back in with your parents and eke out a miserly living as a club singer performing 'Hot Stuff' in between the exotic, pole-driven talents of the likes of Cruella de Foo-Foo and Amber Starr". So far these voices seem to be talking sense.

"No, you're wrong!", I yell back. "I WILL get to Macau and follow my dream of rowing tourists around in a gondola through the man-made canals of a giant casino all the while serenading them with a selection of the finest melodies of the Italian songbook, from Quando Quando Quando, to When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie That's Amore!!!"

I receive no reply, other than my landlord peering in through my sliding door and enquiring after my mental health.

Never fear. I have resolved to soldier on and continue packing despite the uncertainty of my starting date. I will even make a blog ABOUT my trip. If that doesn't give fate a kick up the behind I will fly off to India and make a pilgrimage to every major julebi street-store I can find.