This is Day 2 of our trip. Day 1 here: Tales of Four Virgins – Expedition to Sydney (Day 1).
Being fully rest from yesterday’s sleep. We drove to Canberra, the Capital of Australia.
No, Sydney is NOT the capital Australia.
Did you know? Canberra derived from the word “Kanbarra” which means “meeting place” from indigenous people.
According to my housemate, Chuan, “Canberra is only 1 hour driving distance from Sydney, very near one..” and we drove there by referring to Google map only. Chris’s GPS not reliable. Hence the laptop on my lap.
This is only the 2nd day of our travel. 100% excitement and anticipation.
“30 minutes later we will arrive lo”
“Ui lin si, I don’t think so lo… Google map estimate 3 hours drive leh…”
“…shit”
Obviously, Chuan gave us wrong information. “Not 1 hour only meh? Hehehehee, I don’t know oh, last time the taxi driver told me one..” Chuan confessed on phone. It’s too late to turn back.
3 hours later. We reached Canberra.
“Kevin Rudd here we comeeeeeeeeee” we can’t wait to meet the Prime Minister of Australia.
We wouldn’t be that excited if the PM is still John Howard. Kevin Rudd speaks fluent Chinese, and he makes the rest of Malaysian Chinese embarrassed. Seriously. Youtube here: Prime Minister Kevin Rudd Speaking Mandarin
We stopped at Canberra Information Center, Chris almost cry because he wanted to go to toilet so bad.
(Toilet photos removed, too obscene) 
Inside Information Center, we were looking for more places to visit besides the Parliament. The staffs are friendly and helpful, and most importantly they are all blonde.
Australian Government done an excellent job here. Nice
We couldn’t find any restaurants and we were informed that Canberra Shopping Mall is the place where you can find food.
90% people suit up smartly here, I guess most of them work for government (hence, spies everywhere).
I wonder where do they hang out every weekend cause Canberra is such a boring place.
I keep farting inside the car when we drove here. I was so determined to “bomb” the Malaysia Embassy.
“Bomb” means the process of excretion ok, not the KABOOOM those kind of bomb. ISA don’t tangkap me please.
Why I wanted to bomb Malaysia Embassy, not others? Well, no specific reason. I just feel like doing it. I can boast about it to my future generations “Papa bomb Malaysia Embassy before!”
Another reason for being there is, according to Chuan again, “They sell the best nasi lemak!” at a price of RM15 each. Kaya-raya oh them. “If you go Canberra, you MUST eat”
What he didn’t tell us was… we need to get permission to enter the Embassy. You can easily enter the premisses if you are applying for Permanent Residency (PR). Four of us come because we want to kacau only.
What should I tell them? “Hello boss, sia mau pinjam tandas sikijap, nak bomb o… hehehe”
None of us has the ball to do that 
I had no choice but to pick another location – The Australia Parliament Toilet. This is the last resort.
Yes, I had the best time of my life there. Life can be so wonderful and colorful after you released a shitload of pressures and weigh.
I felt so light.
…and I danced inside Parliament.
…also the largest hall in Parliament.
This Is It.
Throughout the whole 10 days journey, I think this is the best moment. Keeping your shit at the “door” for 3 hours is not a good experience. That’s how determined I was to bomb Malaysia Embassy.
Parliament of Australia is open for public. Cameras are not allowed in certain areas, such as the chamber. For the rest of the Parliament, take as many photos as you wish.
This is how The Chamber looks like, cameras are not allowed, this photo taken from Google image.
Outside the Chamber, where cameras are allowed…
This is an oil-painted picture, where cameras were allowed inside the Chamber during that period (unfortunately cameras were not invented yet ).
While we were busy taking pictures, one serious looking security approached us and says “there’s a secret elevator to reach the top of Parliament, you guys can take nice photos there”
He pointed at a small sign beside an old elevator “Access to top ->”
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I had bruises on my ass after a few break dance moves. I am too heavy for that ^^; I wanna show you my bruised ass, but scare you won’t return to my blog anymore.
It’s too disturbing.
Some last photos in front of Australia Parliament, before we head to War Memorial Museum.
Expedition to Canberra (Day 2 Part TWO) coming up!
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Geoseph poking at my roti tisu…. =__=”
