I had every intention of writing up a post just before I flew out. But as circumstances go and as people know, my penchant to not follow through with my intentions saw it not eventuate. I do have a reasonably good excuse. As I was standing in the shower and thinking about the stress and pressure that was associatied with my dissertation, even though I finished it, printed and bounded, and just waiting to hand it to Amy to help me submit it, I wasn’t completely relieved….
then it occured to me that I might have needed to print and bound more than one copy…
In a flurry, I immediately msged my friend and asked her, and straight away she said I needed 3 copies….
That sent me into a mad panic, didn’t really think through what I need etc, even though all I needed to do was pass the pdf copy of my dissertation to Amy to help me print and bound which she tells me she successfully did, and I owe my degree to her for that! Nonetheless, the frantic nature of it just had me rushing and not have the chance to write about preparing for Sydney and the theoretical relief that completing my dissertation should have entailed.
Some may ask, what I could possibly write about pre-departure to Sydney, especially as most know how strongly I express my displessure for this place. I don’t like it, and now immersed here, I still don’t think I like it. The only saving grace with Sydney is the food. My God, my taste buds have not been tantalised in such an intense fashion in so long!
Marred by the horrific traffic experience that is Sydney, brunch at Superbowl washed it all away. Hocks and I shared a bowl of kidney and liver porridge, wanton mien, and a bowl of XO pipis, this sort of clam-shell like thing, that was amazing. Then we just transverse the city expanse to take in the sights and sound, and to me, it’s complete noise. Hocks then suggested we go check out the art gallery, something that never occured to me, but we went and to hock’s amazement and surprise it was the Monet exhibition.
I feel thoroughly cultured from that experience 
But it’s my stomach that has benefited the most from the experience ending our night at BBQ King and had suckling pig and duck. And as Hocks so kindly puts as he sits next to me reading me type this entry “My gastronomic journey”.
This journey in Sydney so far has been really interesting, not just because of the food and the actual purpose itself which is the Hillsong Men’s Conference of which the first session so far has made me aware of something new, that I’m not to sure how and when to express. But it’s the interaction so far with the family and friends of this house that one of the ladies from Hillsong kindly opened up to us.
Right now would make it two nights out of two finishing a huge session of just talking till 2am. It’s really refreshing to simply talk about a mutual interest with such candor, that is God. Especially people you’ve never met before and are on fire for Him is really edifying simply because of the new perspective gained.
And I’m really excited about the different perspectives, simply because I get this sense that God is going to open up a fresh torrent of revelation to me in the next few days alone. He’s going to hit me with His word hard! And even as I’ve alluded to already about earlier at the conference, despite how exciting it is to me, that’s a mere raindrop in the grand scheme of things.
It’s simply about perspective.
