Alcohol. Fun times. Magic Sing. Fun times. Barbie. Fun times. Jenolan cave. Fun times.
Been drinking a lot this season, but tell it to the Aussie way of celebrating Christmas. Even my housemates have been staying up late. Waking up late. Same hangover. All for the yuletide season.
Well, no matter how you look at it - Christmas wont be the same if you're not spending it with your family. It feels empty even if you have so many friends. Even if you drown yourself with different booze.
This year has been different, really. No present received. Not much presents given. No familiar carols I hear on nearby streets. No colorful houses. The Christmas breeze...
But still I am thankful for the warmth celebration we had with my good ol' Eastwood buddies. Being with them is enough, priceless. So I celebrate my first Sydney Christmas. Not bad.
Happy Christmas everyone.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
How do you really treat Koondis?
This word came up the other day when I was watching Friends.
Remember Ross' Koondis, its indescribable thing on Ross' tushy. Funny how all medical people started to gather up just to see something unexplainable and phenomenal (?). It was cured eventually when Ross decided to go to a witch doctor named Guru Saj.
And what is the magic spell that cast away the bad Koondis? ----Love.
I'm afraid mine won't be cured soon. And I'm afraid I will hafta celebrate the holidays with my Koondis.
Remember Ross' Koondis, its indescribable thing on Ross' tushy. Funny how all medical people started to gather up just to see something unexplainable and phenomenal (?). It was cured eventually when Ross decided to go to a witch doctor named Guru Saj.
And what is the magic spell that cast away the bad Koondis? ----Love.
I'm afraid mine won't be cured soon. And I'm afraid I will hafta celebrate the holidays with my Koondis.
Monday, December 7, 2009
The Tale of the Struggling Me
Emotionally. Financially.
The downturn began exactly last year. And it has been hard to recover since then. I was praying for a better life. Each pieces that was shattered have now been cleaned up, meticulously been placed in the bin. And now, I am recreating a new life ahead.
The struggle definitely continues. Each heartache and dismay resounds to defensiveness that I can never find another person. But life gives us maturity. We keep on learning for us to be stronger in facing the different facets in life. Each small achievements I gain, I learned to count the blessings. I learned to appreciate simple joys in life. The struggles I am facing gives me a sense of optimism that its going to be a better year for me in 2010. I feel that the economy is picking up, much as my life is regaining its momentum.
Its not all about money. Its not all about wealth and career progressions. Its about how you face each day and how your disposition and realisations will be. Its about how you make it a better place and feel that life is indeed - beautiful.
Simple joys, less expectations. Greater joys in small rewards.
That's my tale of the struggling me. Or should I dare say, the tale of the aspiring visionary.
The downturn began exactly last year. And it has been hard to recover since then. I was praying for a better life. Each pieces that was shattered have now been cleaned up, meticulously been placed in the bin. And now, I am recreating a new life ahead.
The struggle definitely continues. Each heartache and dismay resounds to defensiveness that I can never find another person. But life gives us maturity. We keep on learning for us to be stronger in facing the different facets in life. Each small achievements I gain, I learned to count the blessings. I learned to appreciate simple joys in life. The struggles I am facing gives me a sense of optimism that its going to be a better year for me in 2010. I feel that the economy is picking up, much as my life is regaining its momentum.
Its not all about money. Its not all about wealth and career progressions. Its about how you face each day and how your disposition and realisations will be. Its about how you make it a better place and feel that life is indeed - beautiful.
Simple joys, less expectations. Greater joys in small rewards.
That's my tale of the struggling me. Or should I dare say, the tale of the aspiring visionary.
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