This is My House

In times of confusion, when you don’t know which path to take- who do you turn to for the answers? God? Your friends? Your parents and family? When you chose to ignore the line between right and wrong, do you face the consequences at your own peril? How bad will the karma come back to bite you in the butt?

I find that as we grow older, we also grow bolder in some ways. Because there aren’t any checks and balances anymore, we don’t feel the need to be accountable to anyone anymore. But that’s not true- its a Domino effect, rippling out to the ones closest to you. Whether you see the effects or chose ‘wilfull blindness’ the effects are there nonetheless.

In times of weakness, I pray that my heart will heed the call to be strong. In times of confusion, I pray that my footsteps will follow the path of righteousness. In times of darkness, may I find strength and not be found wanting.

Got this off a friend who insisted I fill it out:-

5 ways of Knowing You’re Getting Older

1. When everyone in the night club starts to look like college kids/your younger sister’s friends. (botak uncles exempted)

2. When you start to have niggling health problems when you previously had none. Eg. when a minor stress fracture occurs just from more running,walking and playing on the beach. *shrug*

3. When your rave music now becomes your workout music.

4. When your criteria for a boyfriend is more than handsome&parties alot

5. When you start to think going out till 5am is crazy.

5 ways to know 100% a Man Ain’t Interested
Hmm..had to think really hard because its been awhile but anyhow here’s mine.

1. He stops holding your hand, stroking your hair.

2. He only sees you when its convenient for him.

3. He doesn’t call you anymore.

4. He goes off on a road trip without telling you.

5. He tells you very simply not to get emotionally involved.

Just watched The Amazing Race earlier, and it was hilarious watching a middle aged American couple repeatedly yelling ‘noc noc???!!!’ (a water coconut apparently) to the sellers at the floating market in Vietnam. Ok yes, I know that didn’t sound funny, but it looked really funny

Brings back my fondest travel memories:-

1. Cramming in a tuk-tuk with 9 other people (when its meant to comfortably sit 3) in Bangkok last year and laughing our heads off, and then not laughing so much when it nearly tipped over going round a bend. Trust me, having your high schoolmates butt cheeks in your face- not such a good thing.

2. Eating delicious authentic hawker fare (abit too spicy for me, but washing it down with ice cold Thai beer helped) straight on the humid, bustling city streets in Bangkok. Can you say ‘damn shiok-ness?’

3. Going sightseeing and exploring places in Shanghai with my law mates. I remembered looking forward to finishing class cos everyday after class was an adventure… we had to figure out how to get there (cab/bus/subway?) and then navigating the streets in our broken Mandarin. Having the locals laugh at our horrible accents, and me innocently saying ‘I DON’T WANT TO SPEAK MANDARIN’ instead of ‘I can’t.’ 

4. Eating hard- to- find Danish ice cream in a waffle cone at sunny Noosa in a bikini and shorts. Having lunch at a trendy restaurant right on the beach. Soakin’ it alllllllll in….

5. Bungee jumping right into the river off Kawarau Bridge, Queenstown, New Zealand. Exhilarating, awe inspiring; freefalling at god knows how many seconds per metre. Feeling like you can conquer the world.

Being free to live and laugh in the moment, without a care in the world. Sometimes with the daily grind, I forget what amazing experiences lie out there- and I’ll remember these moments forever, with a smile on my face.   

One of my fave pics taken in Shanghai.

No lyrical thoughts flow through my fingertips tonight..
When all I seem to do is think,
And then want to drink emptiness away.
Drown out the reality of your heartache
My sorrows, your loss..is love out the door?
Fragmented memories of your lightness of being
When you had the courage to be here
and not everywhere.
But when I wake, u’ll be gone by dawn
So the tearing apart begins again.

A friend of mine who used to study in Melbourne, wrote this. I just had to pau it because it rang so true. His site is here and do check it out- I like his style. Short, succinct and to the point, not to mention funny. He took this post off as he was afraid of being offensive, however I suffer no similar compulsions

Written by Yuri:-

I have this idea that all girls have a quota to
fill. Most of em do it way before the expiry date
of the quota too, as far as I can tell.

That quota is the asshole quota.

It’s quite simple really. Every girl has to fulfil
a certain asshole quota after which she’s allowed
to date decent fellas. It’s not just about the
numbers; there are factors of time and assholism
to consider too. A girl who dates many
quasi-assholes may fulfil that cosmic requirement
later than one who stays with a giga-asshole for a
while.

It’s not all the girls’ fault, mind, because lots
of guys are assholes early on. At least the
dateable ones are. The good guys are just too
damned quiet to let in on the passions they feel,
grab the girl and speed off on a bike into the
sunset. So that leaves the bad boys, which, as
natural selection would have it, all are members
of Club Arseholl.

So the saying that good guys finish last holds
quite true, cos they do get the girl in the end,
but only after the asshole-era.

I’m pretty sure I wasn’t one
because
I
never
got
the
girls.

Psst..here’s a nice tie-in to this post: today I was walking around and I saw a sign which read "I believe in dragons, good men and all fantasy creatures."