I am a little grumpy tonight, which is a surprise given I have worked so hard at staying positive for most of the week. I think the 2 sleepless nights have finally caught up with me. However, I have to pack my house up once again. Yes, I am moving out. Again. No, really, again. This time, most of my stuff is being hidden discreetly in a back room at work. The rest of my stuff has been split into two groups - stuff to take to Vietnam, and then things to take with me to Australia (and then possibly on to London thereafter). The trick is that I can't take very much to me with Vietnam. Not because of baggage restrictions but because it could probably get stolen!
Anyway, before I send my mother into cardiac arrest about how Ho Chi Minh City isn't the safest of places to travel around, I'm pleased to announce that I am organising a driver to take me out of Ho Chi Minh City and out on to the Mekong Delta. I am organising the driver through our work (we have an office in HCMC) so it will be fully safe, legit and much easier to deal with than the local tour operators.
I am going to HCMC with very low expectations. I read a blog the other day that compared Vietnam to Marmite. You either love it or hate it. Its never in between. The intensity of the place surpasses Bangkok, but apparently the beauty of Vietnam is hidden around corners and out into the communities rather than the cities themselves.
We shall see....
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Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
For Sale
Pumpkin Outfit.
Worn once.
Lady Owner.
Hand Made.
Tangerine colour with green accessories.
Free, or near offer.
Worn once.
Lady Owner.
Hand Made.
Tangerine colour with green accessories.
Free, or near offer.
Cat
I've decided that when I go back to Australia, I'm going to get a kitten.
I've thought up the best name for it.
WAGS
As in, Wags the Dog, from The Wiggles, but its going to be Wags the Cat.
Brilliant.
I've thought up the best name for it.
WAGS
As in, Wags the Dog, from The Wiggles, but its going to be Wags the Cat.
Brilliant.
Another Sleepless Night
Its midnight and normally I will have been asleep already for at least 3 hours. But again, I'm sitting, staring at the ceiling. Stoopid metabolism.
Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I thought I would steal the intellectual property of my very own sister and put some cute photos of the girls up. Sorry Annie. You used my pics for your Facebook profile pic, so I'm returning the favour.
Anyway, I have nothing to do, so I thought I would steal the intellectual property of my very own sister and put some cute photos of the girls up. Sorry Annie. You used my pics for your Facebook profile pic, so I'm returning the favour.
Stitches
I was in stitches this afternoon at the gym, as I watched Asia's version of "Body Jam", you know, the aerobics class in the form of hip hop.
I think I found out why Asia is not known for its outstanding contribution to the hip hop world.
MWAHAHAHHA
I think I found out why Asia is not known for its outstanding contribution to the hip hop world.
MWAHAHAHHA
So Proud!
So, when my International Man of Mystery (aka Boy) is not being all mysterious, he spends his time cooking!!!
Check this out! Danish pastries. Like those we ate at the Sentosa Resort and Spa. He made them.
Beat that, Gordon Whatshisname!
(sorry, Boy, I had to boast just once).
Ice Ice Baby
Boo.
I am having to elevate my knees and put ice on them.
Given I'm heavier than I usually am, the pressure of running is hurting the old knobbly knockers. Its okay though. This kind of pain is manageable. Its normal.
Brrrr. My knees are chillier than an Artic glacier!
I am having to elevate my knees and put ice on them.
Given I'm heavier than I usually am, the pressure of running is hurting the old knobbly knockers. Its okay though. This kind of pain is manageable. Its normal.
Brrrr. My knees are chillier than an Artic glacier!
Monday, November 23, 2009
To Hell With Facebook
I am beginning to loathe facebook. Yes, its true. I am considering closing mine down, or at least cease to use it daily.
Why?
Because one of my old school friends stupidly and insensitively announced on Facebook that her Father In Law was just told yesterday that he had 8 weeks to live.
I know I share a lot about myself on this blog but never ever ever ever would I put that information out on Facebook. How would her Father In Law feel???? Every bit of me is needing to be restrained from responding on the thread, to tell her that she should preserve that person's dignity and get the hell of Facebook. I wanted to hit something when I read it. How disrespectful. How undignified. What has this social networking done to human dignity?
I am so mad. So so so mad.
She, however, has managed to get 20 comments from her "friends" (who probably don't even know who the hell he is) writing their condolensces, telling her how sorry they are and saying that "they are there for her if she needs them".
The whole thing just makes me sick.
Why?
Because one of my old school friends stupidly and insensitively announced on Facebook that her Father In Law was just told yesterday that he had 8 weeks to live.
I know I share a lot about myself on this blog but never ever ever ever would I put that information out on Facebook. How would her Father In Law feel???? Every bit of me is needing to be restrained from responding on the thread, to tell her that she should preserve that person's dignity and get the hell of Facebook. I wanted to hit something when I read it. How disrespectful. How undignified. What has this social networking done to human dignity?
I am so mad. So so so mad.
She, however, has managed to get 20 comments from her "friends" (who probably don't even know who the hell he is) writing their condolensces, telling her how sorry they are and saying that "they are there for her if she needs them".
The whole thing just makes me sick.
The Thrill of the Chase
I ran again today. Once again, I ran and ran and ran. The mental freedom I gain when I am on my bike or when I run is so liberating. Its hard to describe.
At night, I am hurting. My back is sore but I know its just not used to the workout. Its nothing to fear. Inside, I'm feeling a great sense of relief.
I ran to 30 mins. I wanted to keep running but I need to show some care and not get carried away. So its 30 mins each day for the time being. Slowly but surely.
At night, I am hurting. My back is sore but I know its just not used to the workout. Its nothing to fear. Inside, I'm feeling a great sense of relief.
I ran to 30 mins. I wanted to keep running but I need to show some care and not get carried away. So its 30 mins each day for the time being. Slowly but surely.
Sleep Evades Me.
I can't sleep tonight. It often happens when I am active. My body's metabolism awakens and it keeps me energise til all kinds of hours.
I worry about the little boy, A. I worry about a lot of the little children on this continent that don't have beds to sleep in, shelter from the monsoonal rains.
I have life and death on my mind and all of what is in between...
Its going to be a sleepless night, I know. But I am prepared to pay that price if it means I remain a compassionate person.
I worry about the little boy, A. I worry about a lot of the little children on this continent that don't have beds to sleep in, shelter from the monsoonal rains.
I have life and death on my mind and all of what is in between...
Its going to be a sleepless night, I know. But I am prepared to pay that price if it means I remain a compassionate person.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
KateOnTheRun
When I run, I zone out entirely. I've forgotten just what an amazing place that "zone" can be.
While I'm hardly doing marathons, I feel like my body is ready to get active again. And most importantly, my mind is ready too.
I ran today. I ran, and ran, and ran. 30 mins. Slowly, but consistently. Each day, I will run and get stronger.
You have NO idea the buzz I am feeling now that I am running again.
While I'm hardly doing marathons, I feel like my body is ready to get active again. And most importantly, my mind is ready too.
I ran today. I ran, and ran, and ran. 30 mins. Slowly, but consistently. Each day, I will run and get stronger.
You have NO idea the buzz I am feeling now that I am running again.
Kicking Goals, One By One!
By this time next week, ALL of my credit cards will be paid off. Every single one of them!!!
For someone who has had the dark cloud of credit hanging over her head for almost 10 years, this is SUCH a personal achievement for me.
I am so happy!!!!!!
For someone who has had the dark cloud of credit hanging over her head for almost 10 years, this is SUCH a personal achievement for me.
I am so happy!!!!!!
Systems Failure
I had to laugh this morning. I came into work, bells ringing, people running around, machines short circuiting.
Power short, apparently.
Which meant our whole IT system in the Asia Pacific region was off in "Broken Down Land".
Its funny how everyone gets into a complete flap when they are unable to use their computer. Its so traumatic for some, that they sit at their desk staring blankly at the screen like they are waiting for the world to end. What did we all do before we had major mainframe systems?
I survived it. I did what any other Legal Counsel would do in these circusmstances --- go for coffee.
Power short, apparently.
Which meant our whole IT system in the Asia Pacific region was off in "Broken Down Land".
Its funny how everyone gets into a complete flap when they are unable to use their computer. Its so traumatic for some, that they sit at their desk staring blankly at the screen like they are waiting for the world to end. What did we all do before we had major mainframe systems?
I survived it. I did what any other Legal Counsel would do in these circusmstances --- go for coffee.
A Story to Share....
I am hoping that my friend T will not mind me sharing this very personal story. I have spoken about T before. He has touched my life in ways I cannot explain. I keep an arms length to some degree, because I am still not sure how to deal with some of the tragedies he has to deal with, but I am slowly finding myself more and more drawn in, wanting to know how I can help, or whether there is simply nothing I can do.
In short, A was one of the two boys that accompanied us on our trip to Bali. S was the second boy, the 13 year old who was addicted to glue sniffing. Both came from the slums of Suluwesi, Indonesia. T, who has adopted them, took them to Bali to give them a break from living in the shelter, even just for three days. T didn't stay in a fancy hotel with them. He stayed at a modest bungalow so that they could have clean beds and showers and fresh clothes just for a little while.
These two boys single-handedly, by virtue of just being there, shook me to my very core. S had a stare that could burn through your heart - a stare that told a thousand stories, stories which you would not wish to re-tell. Child prostitution, beatings, child labour... all of the things that you know, but wish not to believe, happen these days. A was the more placid, calmer, more stable of the two but he had a story just as painful. Prior to running away from home, his father used to beat him with chains.
Thanks to T, over the last 12 months, A has had his education and accommodation paid for. A had been going wonderfully at school and you could tell from engaging with him, that he showed great promise and that maybe, just maybe, he would be one of the success stories. He was well mannered, despite the language barrier. He liked to laugh and play on his newly-obtained computer game console (a gift from T, I expect).
Only recently though, his mother found him and A was forced to drop out of school. He was forced to return to working on the building construction site, despite being only 11 years old. Now that his mother had found him, he had the responsibility to feed and shelter not only himself but her as well. At 11 years old, he was embarrassed to tell anyone that his mother was a prostitute and so he made excuses up, that he no longer wished to have further education. All he wanted to do was help his mother, and to try and prevent her from having to prostitute herself.
I just heard from T that A's father has found him and has dragged A somewhere where he cannot be found. He has threatened his mother that if A is removed, he will kill A's mother and beat A badly. While you would think that A's father is doing what is best for A, by bringing him back under his care, the truth is, A's father just wants A on the construction site near him, so that A can bring home money for the father - not the mother.
It is not for love, but for money.
It is a horrible, horrible situation. Every part of me wants to fly down to Suluwesi and pick this boy up, out of the grasps of both his mother and father, and provide him a life that he, and all of the other boys in Indonesia, truly deserve. Instead, he is in Suluwesi, having his childhood torn away from him because of the harsh realities of life.
While we all want to hate his mother for being a prostitute and his father for being a cruel, selfish tyrant, one of the lessons I am learning is that this is the way life in Indonesia and in other parts of Asia. Stories of child prostitution and child labour were once stories on the news, as far as I was concerned. Now, I am exposed to these stories and they are hitting me hard. One of the facts of life here is this - children are viewed as money-earners - as mere commodities, traded so that they can earn money for others, not for themselves. Worse still, this money is not being earned to give the children - or anyone for that matter - a better life. The money is being earned out of sheer survival. In Indonesia, everyone is out to survive, whether it be the prostitute mother, the tyrant father, or in the case of S (the second child), the disabled, incapacitated parents.
Tonight, my heart is full of sorrow for A, and also for T, who has gotten used to stories such as these. He knows that he cannot make everything okay for these children but he tries to give them just a little bit of normalcy, through school and accommodation. To then be reminded of the cruel reality of Indonesia, to have the little person he has taken under his wing, disappear into goodness knows where under goodness knows what condition, would just be devastating. As T says though, nothing is forever, and this is what he has come to expect. It just makes whatever effort we make for these boys even more special - because we never know when their day may be their last.
I am keeping A and T in my prayers tonight.
In short, A was one of the two boys that accompanied us on our trip to Bali. S was the second boy, the 13 year old who was addicted to glue sniffing. Both came from the slums of Suluwesi, Indonesia. T, who has adopted them, took them to Bali to give them a break from living in the shelter, even just for three days. T didn't stay in a fancy hotel with them. He stayed at a modest bungalow so that they could have clean beds and showers and fresh clothes just for a little while.
These two boys single-handedly, by virtue of just being there, shook me to my very core. S had a stare that could burn through your heart - a stare that told a thousand stories, stories which you would not wish to re-tell. Child prostitution, beatings, child labour... all of the things that you know, but wish not to believe, happen these days. A was the more placid, calmer, more stable of the two but he had a story just as painful. Prior to running away from home, his father used to beat him with chains.
Thanks to T, over the last 12 months, A has had his education and accommodation paid for. A had been going wonderfully at school and you could tell from engaging with him, that he showed great promise and that maybe, just maybe, he would be one of the success stories. He was well mannered, despite the language barrier. He liked to laugh and play on his newly-obtained computer game console (a gift from T, I expect).
Only recently though, his mother found him and A was forced to drop out of school. He was forced to return to working on the building construction site, despite being only 11 years old. Now that his mother had found him, he had the responsibility to feed and shelter not only himself but her as well. At 11 years old, he was embarrassed to tell anyone that his mother was a prostitute and so he made excuses up, that he no longer wished to have further education. All he wanted to do was help his mother, and to try and prevent her from having to prostitute herself.
I just heard from T that A's father has found him and has dragged A somewhere where he cannot be found. He has threatened his mother that if A is removed, he will kill A's mother and beat A badly. While you would think that A's father is doing what is best for A, by bringing him back under his care, the truth is, A's father just wants A on the construction site near him, so that A can bring home money for the father - not the mother.
It is not for love, but for money.
It is a horrible, horrible situation. Every part of me wants to fly down to Suluwesi and pick this boy up, out of the grasps of both his mother and father, and provide him a life that he, and all of the other boys in Indonesia, truly deserve. Instead, he is in Suluwesi, having his childhood torn away from him because of the harsh realities of life.
While we all want to hate his mother for being a prostitute and his father for being a cruel, selfish tyrant, one of the lessons I am learning is that this is the way life in Indonesia and in other parts of Asia. Stories of child prostitution and child labour were once stories on the news, as far as I was concerned. Now, I am exposed to these stories and they are hitting me hard. One of the facts of life here is this - children are viewed as money-earners - as mere commodities, traded so that they can earn money for others, not for themselves. Worse still, this money is not being earned to give the children - or anyone for that matter - a better life. The money is being earned out of sheer survival. In Indonesia, everyone is out to survive, whether it be the prostitute mother, the tyrant father, or in the case of S (the second child), the disabled, incapacitated parents.
Tonight, my heart is full of sorrow for A, and also for T, who has gotten used to stories such as these. He knows that he cannot make everything okay for these children but he tries to give them just a little bit of normalcy, through school and accommodation. To then be reminded of the cruel reality of Indonesia, to have the little person he has taken under his wing, disappear into goodness knows where under goodness knows what condition, would just be devastating. As T says though, nothing is forever, and this is what he has come to expect. It just makes whatever effort we make for these boys even more special - because we never know when their day may be their last.
I am keeping A and T in my prayers tonight.
Super Sunday
Today was an awesome day. Yesterday was not so great, but today I felt great. I woke up after a good sleep and I hurried off to Pottery Class, something that I have begun to look forward to doing twice a week. Sure, its mundane and I really am not creating spectacular pieces of art work, but it is doing great things in terms of relaxation. Mr Cheow puts on relaxing rainforest music, burns incense and I sit there and quietly work away with the clay. Sometimes I use the wheel to try my hand at a pot or saucer, and on other occasions, I will just play around with the clay to form different shapes and sculptures. It is great. It clears my head, it allows me to turn off my "brain" for a couple of hours, and there is something very soothing about running the soft clay in my hands.
I then managed to finish right on time to race down the road to see Clarisa, one of my good friends from Australia. Clarisa is originally from Singapore, so it was really nice to be able to speak to someone who knew Singapore, knew its frustrations, but knew how to laugh about all of the ridiculous things that go on here. It also reminded me what it felt like to have familiar conversation, to talk about the past, talk about the things we've done together and to relate to each other's way of life. I realise just how important it is to connect with friends and it gives me more motivation to react out to the many friends that I have let go by the wayside in exchange for an adventurous overseas life.
I am also happy because I heard from M, who let me know that he has made it to his family's home in the United Kingdom. This makes me feel a little better, because I know he wasn't looking forward to the fourteen hour flight (does anyone?).
Tonight I am cooking myself a big thick piece of steak to try and rid myself of what I suspect is a little bit of iron deficiency. I also managed to walk from down town back home this afternoon, which is a great sign that my body and mind is beginning to get used to being more active.
If I can get my gym routine back to even half of what it was, things are definitely going to look a lot brighter for me. I've given in and begun to take mild painkillers. I have not used any form of painkillers since leaving the hospital in June. Ridiculous, huh? That I would have rejected the one thing that could have made these 5 months a lot easier for me. However, seeing I am stubborn and anti-medication, I was able to deny myself the basic necessity of drugs - until now.
Now I realise that handling pain without medication and trying to be as still as possible just isnt working for me. I need to become active. I need to find a way to manage the pain, because right now, the pain is managing me.
I'm off to give thanks and then eat!
kOtB
I then managed to finish right on time to race down the road to see Clarisa, one of my good friends from Australia. Clarisa is originally from Singapore, so it was really nice to be able to speak to someone who knew Singapore, knew its frustrations, but knew how to laugh about all of the ridiculous things that go on here. It also reminded me what it felt like to have familiar conversation, to talk about the past, talk about the things we've done together and to relate to each other's way of life. I realise just how important it is to connect with friends and it gives me more motivation to react out to the many friends that I have let go by the wayside in exchange for an adventurous overseas life.
I am also happy because I heard from M, who let me know that he has made it to his family's home in the United Kingdom. This makes me feel a little better, because I know he wasn't looking forward to the fourteen hour flight (does anyone?).
Tonight I am cooking myself a big thick piece of steak to try and rid myself of what I suspect is a little bit of iron deficiency. I also managed to walk from down town back home this afternoon, which is a great sign that my body and mind is beginning to get used to being more active.
If I can get my gym routine back to even half of what it was, things are definitely going to look a lot brighter for me. I've given in and begun to take mild painkillers. I have not used any form of painkillers since leaving the hospital in June. Ridiculous, huh? That I would have rejected the one thing that could have made these 5 months a lot easier for me. However, seeing I am stubborn and anti-medication, I was able to deny myself the basic necessity of drugs - until now.
Now I realise that handling pain without medication and trying to be as still as possible just isnt working for me. I need to become active. I need to find a way to manage the pain, because right now, the pain is managing me.
I'm off to give thanks and then eat!
kOtB
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Citiscapes of Kuala Lumpur
I am realising that there are a whole lot of photos that I did not post from my time in Kuala Lumpur the other weekend. Despite spending a significant amount of time at one of my favourite hotels, I did actually get out and snap some photos.
Above and below: Merdeka Square - you can see the Colonial influence from British occupation years ago.
Below: Yet, there is still such a strong mix of Islamic architecture to remind you that you are in a Muslim country.
Above and below: the buildings around Merdeka Square
Below: Is this KL's version of the Hollywood Sign? (??!) You can also see the Menara Tower in the distance.
Below: Again, the mix between British and Islamic architecture.
Below: the spires of the KL's Central Railway Station
A Day At The Spa
The Boy and I only had about 20 hours to spend together so I organised for us a day at the Sentosa Spa & Resort, which is found on Sentosa Island, 15 mins out of the main city of Singapore. We decided we would go to the adjoining Resort before heading to the Spa Botannica, which is run separately to the actual resort.
When we arrived we were greeted warmly by the hotel staff - even though we were not hotel guests! They treat Spa Botannica guests as their own, so we didn't feel at all out of place.
When we arrived we were greeted warmly by the hotel staff - even though we were not hotel guests! They treat Spa Botannica guests as their own, so we didn't feel at all out of place.
After arriving at the Sentosa Resort, we decided to eat a big breakfast and read papers, and fill ourselves to the brim with coffee and good conversation.
We then decided, with an hour and a half still to go before our spa appointment, to go and relax by the pool. The Boy relaxed while I went wandering to take photos.
Of course, I had to take photos of the wonderful fabrics and textures around the Resort area. I am beginning to love just going to these places to see the kind of interior design work that is done.
The Resort had many lily ponds, koi fish ponds, fountains, pebble gardens and sprawling grass areas.
We loved that there was such a vast number of animals about. We debated over whether the Peacock was the man and the Peahen was the woman but after we got over that (using google) we just enjoyed their beautiful colours.
The Peacocks and Peahens were particularly friendly, and had no problem with wandering past while the guests ate their meals.
One Peahen was happy for the Boy to take a photo.
I, on the other hand, wasnt so happy to have my photo taken by the Boy!
After breakfast, we were taken via golf buggy to the Spa Botannica. Here we were taken on a tour of the spa facilities and outdoor areas, and we then went off to receive our spa treatment (the rather odd, but still enjoyable - i thought - Vichy Shower).
The indoor spa facilities were gorgeous. There were orchards everywhere, scented oils burning, fresh fluffy white towels, fluffy slippers, a jacuzzi, a plunge pool, a steam baths and wonderful showers with complimentary moisturisers, shampoos, conditioners, face creams - delight!
Then unfortunately the rain fell..... and fell.... and fell and after hoping the rain would stop after an hour, it didnt... it continued to fall. Nevertheless, the Boy and I still made the most of our time there, by using the indoor facilities and then "mucking" about in the mud pools.
The International Man of Mystery enjoying his herbal tea.
The International Man of Mystery and I mused over the fact that the bathrooms were possibly the nicest, most luxurious bathrooms we have ever visited. We contemplated leaving the idea of the Spa behind, and just sit in the bathrooms and relax.
After the day at the Spa, we stopped off for some wine and cheese - and a bit of Monkey Business!
We sat and talked, as the rain fell around us....
And then it was goodbye to the Boy, once again.
We shall see each other again in two weeks time.
We sat and talked, as the rain fell around us....
And then it was goodbye to the Boy, once again.
We shall see each other again in two weeks time.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Life Continues On....
Life continues on at its usual pace and I am doing my best to keep busy, keep happy and allow the time to pass by.
The International Man of Mystery flew in yesterday for 23 hours and we managed to squeeze in a day at the Sentosa Resort and Spa, which was good fun, despite the monsoonal rain. Photos to follow on that.
The good news is that I have finally arranged for my first trip to Vietnam - Ho Chi Minh City, or Saigon, as it used to be called before the war. Now, I've heard some pretty horrendous things about HCMC, and Vietnam in general, but I want to go and see it for myself. The opportunity presented itself to head off next weekend so I am going to be brave and go. I don't go in with great expectations, as I hear that HCMC is more intense, and far more troublesome than Bangkok, but as I always say, traveling is not always about resorts and spas and pristine beaches. Its about going to different countires to learn the cold hard truth about its history, its culture and its people. I am going to have to face the fact that I am going to be, once again, treated like a walking dollar sign and be hassled constantly, so if I expect it, I can't get too annoyed at it. Right?
I will be back to upload photos shortly.
The International Man of Mystery flew in yesterday for 23 hours and we managed to squeeze in a day at the Sentosa Resort and Spa, which was good fun, despite the monsoonal rain. Photos to follow on that.
The good news is that I have finally arranged for my first trip to Vietnam - Ho Chi Minh City, or Saigon, as it used to be called before the war. Now, I've heard some pretty horrendous things about HCMC, and Vietnam in general, but I want to go and see it for myself. The opportunity presented itself to head off next weekend so I am going to be brave and go. I don't go in with great expectations, as I hear that HCMC is more intense, and far more troublesome than Bangkok, but as I always say, traveling is not always about resorts and spas and pristine beaches. Its about going to different countires to learn the cold hard truth about its history, its culture and its people. I am going to have to face the fact that I am going to be, once again, treated like a walking dollar sign and be hassled constantly, so if I expect it, I can't get too annoyed at it. Right?
I will be back to upload photos shortly.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Pottering About!
Today was the first session of my new pottery class and the most wonderful thing is that it was a totally one-on-one class, where I had my pottery teacher Cheow patiently teach me how to mould and craft clay on the wheel! It was so much fun!
It should come as no surprise, even though I was wearing an apron, i managed to "throw" more clay into my lap and onto the wheel itself.
Ho hum! Thats part of the fun!
Below: Cheow, my pottery teacher.
It should come as no surprise, even though I was wearing an apron, i managed to "throw" more clay into my lap and onto the wheel itself.
Ho hum! Thats part of the fun!
Below: Cheow, my pottery teacher.
Below: The master at work!
Below: Cheow's masterpiece.
Below: Er.... my effort.... with a little help from Cheow...
Below: A proud moment!
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Saturday, November 14, 2009
Be Right Back....
I've just smoked myself out of my own apartment, thanks to some violent aromatherapy oil that I put into my oil latern.....
I should have done this earlier... perhaps the mouse would have vacated on his/her own accord.....
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I should have done this earlier... perhaps the mouse would have vacated on his/her own accord.....
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Stopping the Ageing Process
This face mask is apparently going to stop the ageing process. No, really. The packet told me so. I am in the process of packing up my apartment, ready to move to a new one, and I found this mask in amongst all of my other cosmetic goodies. Apart from the fact that I look like a candidate from a burns unit ward (okay, that may be not a funny joke), it allegedly firms the skin in a matter of 30 minutes. Perhaps i should have taken a 'before' and 'after' shot. I once heard someone say that Nicole Kidman's face looks like you can ice skate across it, so perhaps it will happen to me, using this magic $10 face mask.
(p.s i have no idea why i subject myself to this public humiliation, but darn, I look ridiculous!)
Update: face mask is now off and my face feels very firm.... but i think it may be the fact that the gel from the mask as dried solidly on my face....
A Snapshot - the Last 8 Months
When I go back and look at what I have done in the last 8 months, I realise just how many experiences I have had. Its safe to say I have, for the most part, maximised my time here in Asia and STILL got to go across to the US and the Caribbean!
See below for a snapshot of my life in the last 8 months - what a rush!
(photos may not be in specific order at times)
I arrived in Singapore, eager to learn more about the Asian culture!
I quickly found a place to stay at City Square Residence.
I learnt how to Scuba Dive in Pulau Aur, Malaysia
I visited Penang and Langkawi, in the north west of Malaysia
The night before that fateful day.....
I flew home to see my family.... and got back together with the Boy.
Another life long dream was to one day go to New York. And I did it!
I dived Grand Turk, said to be one of the best diving spots in the world.
I cruised the bluest waters I have ever seen.
I went to Half Moon Cay and enjoyed the fun and sun!
I saw Lady Gaga in Singapore.
I made a trip to Bintan, Indonesia.
I got back on the bike.... after a number of months of recovery.
The Boy and I went to Phuket, Thailand.
I went to the Cameron Highlands, in Malaysia.
I attended the Singapore F1 Grand Prix!
I went to Bali and will never forget it.
Needless to say, I have done things in these past 8 months that many people will never do in their life time. Its amazing just how far I have come, how far I have travelled, and how much i have learnt in such a short amount of time. What an experience its been!
See below for a snapshot of my life in the last 8 months - what a rush!
(photos may not be in specific order at times)
I arrived in Singapore, eager to learn more about the Asian culture!
I went to Kuala Lumpur to visit their amazing Bird Park
I went to Mallacca with Ruth and Gillian!
I quickly found a place to stay at City Square Residence.
I had a dream to one day see the Petronas Towers and I have done it - on many occasions now!
I visited Borneo, a place I will never forget - and definitely go back to.
I became quite fit and healthy - look how much thinner I was back then before the accident!
I learnt how to Scuba Dive in Pulau Aur, Malaysia
I visited Penang and Langkawi, in the north west of Malaysia
The night before that fateful day.....
I flew home to see my family.... and got back together with the Boy.
Another life long dream was to one day go to New York. And I did it!
I dived Grand Turk, said to be one of the best diving spots in the world.
I went to Nassau, the Bahamas!
I cruised the bluest waters I have ever seen.
I went to Half Moon Cay and enjoyed the fun and sun!
I saw Lady Gaga in Singapore.
I made a trip to Bintan, Indonesia.
I got back on the bike.... after a number of months of recovery.
I once again went home to see my family, friends and the Boy.
I became crazy about the Boy....
The Boy and I went to Phuket, Thailand.
I went to Bangkok, Thailand.
I went to the Cameron Highlands, in Malaysia.
I attended the Singapore F1 Grand Prix!
I went to Bali and will never forget it.
I dressed up as a Pumpkin.
I became more interested in photography and went on photography trips in South Malaysia.
Needless to say, I have done things in these past 8 months that many people will never do in their life time. Its amazing just how far I have come, how far I have travelled, and how much i have learnt in such a short amount of time. What an experience its been!
Friday, November 13, 2009
Operation: Cheer Up
So i am now on to the second day of my Operation: Cheer Up and it seems like I have gone from zero to hero. After a late night dinner with Carli, I was up and attem' at 6am this morning to grab a bus up to Johor Bahru, Malaysia, where the hospital is. I then proceeded to sit and have electrotherapy and short wave heat therapy on my spine (goodness knows what that will do, but afterwards, i felt fantastic), and then once that was done, it was off to the local JB Mall where I indulged in getting my hair washed and blow dried (for a ridiculous AUD$12!) and a pedicure and manicure for about AUD$20. The currency conversion is too good - almost too good to forget the fact that you need to pass through two customs and checkpoints to get across there. I was thinking about getting my nails properly done but then I realised that I planned to do a pottery class tomorrow, and clay and nails generally don't go that well together.
I must fly because this afternoon, I am off on a "booze cruise" (except I will be minus the booze, of course). I have been invited to jump on board an old Chinese-style ferry with a bunch of workmates, which shall be fun. The plan is to then go on to a nightclub, but before i get too carried away with myself, I should just maybe try and make it through the ferry ride!
Tomorrow is another busy day because I am moving apartments (to one that is sans-wildlife, that is, without mice) and then there's that pottery class I spoke about above. I've also bought 2 DVDs to watch - its been years since I sat down and indulged in a good girly-flick.
Pfff - who said this girl can't have fun?!
I must fly because this afternoon, I am off on a "booze cruise" (except I will be minus the booze, of course). I have been invited to jump on board an old Chinese-style ferry with a bunch of workmates, which shall be fun. The plan is to then go on to a nightclub, but before i get too carried away with myself, I should just maybe try and make it through the ferry ride!
Tomorrow is another busy day because I am moving apartments (to one that is sans-wildlife, that is, without mice) and then there's that pottery class I spoke about above. I've also bought 2 DVDs to watch - its been years since I sat down and indulged in a good girly-flick.
Pfff - who said this girl can't have fun?!
Asian Politics - the Case of the Maltese Terrier and the Sausage Dog
Carli and I went out for sushi last night. The sushi was average (we agreed on that) but the conversation was great. You see, Carli is educated in forgein politics and works in the area related to it. I, well, I don't really work in that area but I have an interest in it. So, Carli and I proceeded to discect the state of Asian politics in its current state. We first have Singapore and Malaysia. Low and behold, new information has come to me that in fact it was Malaysia that booted out Singapore when Singapore and Malaysia tried to be one country. I guess that explains why Singapore has K9 dogs at its borders and all Malaysia has is a "no smoking" sign. It also explains why Singapore refuses to build a bridge to connect to the half a bridge Malaysia has built across the Johor Strait. Bitterness anyone? A side serving of sour grapes, perhaps?
All the while, we have Malaysia who is too busy for all that nonsense and would much rather proceed with prosecuting its former Prime Minister for sodomy. Enough said.
Carli and I agree that our favourite situation is Cambodia and Thailand. They haven't been friends for a long while, you see. Dates back hundreds of years, apparently. Cambodia is the poor cousin to Thailand's riches (its all relative, I guess) and so Cambodia like to annoy Thailand by....appointing the exiled Thaksin Sinowat to be an advisor to the Cambodian Goverrnment. Did I mention that Thaksion used to run Thailand? Yes, well, there's nothing worse than having a fight with a friend and your friend going and becoming friends with your worst enemy. That's gotta hurt. Not that we consider Thaksin able to do any form of harm now that he is sitting in Cambodia's equivalent of the oval office. Carli and I both agreed that Thaksin's policies are a little....well, "off the wall", so to speak. Carli and I are far more interested in the act by Cambodia itself. We aliken it to a little Maltese Terrier yapping away at the slow, tired but (still bigger) sausage dog, and the sausage dog getting well and truly tired of it.
We could go into the state of Chinese politics in Asia but really, its too difficult to explain. The only way I can describe it is "guess who is everyone's best friend now?"
All the while, we have Malaysia who is too busy for all that nonsense and would much rather proceed with prosecuting its former Prime Minister for sodomy. Enough said.
Carli and I agree that our favourite situation is Cambodia and Thailand. They haven't been friends for a long while, you see. Dates back hundreds of years, apparently. Cambodia is the poor cousin to Thailand's riches (its all relative, I guess) and so Cambodia like to annoy Thailand by....appointing the exiled Thaksin Sinowat to be an advisor to the Cambodian Goverrnment. Did I mention that Thaksion used to run Thailand? Yes, well, there's nothing worse than having a fight with a friend and your friend going and becoming friends with your worst enemy. That's gotta hurt. Not that we consider Thaksin able to do any form of harm now that he is sitting in Cambodia's equivalent of the oval office. Carli and I both agreed that Thaksin's policies are a little....well, "off the wall", so to speak. Carli and I are far more interested in the act by Cambodia itself. We aliken it to a little Maltese Terrier yapping away at the slow, tired but (still bigger) sausage dog, and the sausage dog getting well and truly tired of it.
We could go into the state of Chinese politics in Asia but really, its too difficult to explain. The only way I can describe it is "guess who is everyone's best friend now?"
Thursday, November 12, 2009
No One Likes To Fail
I am that person. I do not like to think I have failed at anything. You see, I spend my life trying to achieve perfection. I desperately try to be that cool, calm and collected lawyer for that big, global company. I try to be perfect at dealing with stress and pressure, by giving off this impression that I am rarely bothered and not easily ruffled. I eat pretty much the same lunch each day, I have my coffee at the same time each morning. I have the same morning routine, from the time I get up and shower, to the brushing of my teeth and the cleanse, toning and moisturing of my face. The same product used - Clinique. I am able to manage my life by avoiding whatever may upset this routine. I figure that I can avoid being hurt, or judged, or left as long as I am self sufficient, independent and free. This is a choice I made a long time ago. Since then, living my life through routine has allowed me to avoid a lot of sadness and hurt. When its MY routine, I have the say on when it is adjusted, or moved or interupted. I am in control of that routine for as long as I want to be.
The problem is that life cannot be that rigid and that perfect. I am learning this now. It is no feasible to isolate myself in the hope that by doing so, I am safe.
This avoidance, for the most part, is manageable. It is, at times, exhilerating. I can fly off to Thailand when I please. I can sleep in on Sunday mornings. I can live with a degree of instability because I do not have any responsibility to feed a child, a cat or a husband. I can be sad or upset when I want to be, I can shut off the world when I feel like it, I can reach out to one, or two people, when I am ready, but stay distant enough to ensure that they never lean on me. It is a method of existance which has, for some time, suited me perfectly. I have even, sadly, worn it like a badge of honour - "look at me, Miss Independent who travels the world on her own".
Until now.
And it is not until your behaviour threatens to ruin something precious to you, that you realise that things have got to change. You see, I've never needed anything to be taken away from me because money can buy it back. I lose my ipod, I get a new one. If I miss my family, I simply catch a plane to see them, or call them. If I don't like my housemates, I move out and get a new place. But the things that I cannot replace are friendships and relationships that I have been gifted with. There are some things in life that you can't just push away because things have gotten "too hard" or things aren't going my way. I have a responsbility to that other person (whether it is a friend, a relative or a boyfriend) to not run and hide or push them away, simply because I cannot have my way. It is not fair on the other person, because they have put in the same amount of effort as you have to cultivate the relationship or friendship as you have.
It is only when you face that momentary prospect of losing them that you realise that you need to make a change. There is nothing scarier than to act in your own selfish horrid way, only to wake up to realise that you could effectively be pushing away a friend that is going to make a difference in your life in such a positive way, and perhaps, who knows, for the rest of your life. Its now not good enough for me to keep one or two select people close only to then push then away to ensure that they never lean on me. Its lonely. Its not enough anymore. And it has the potential to place too much pressure on those very few you do share yourself with.
I need to make that change and I have avoided it for far too long. Heck, it was probably the reason why I moved to Singapore to begin with - to avoid being a part of a group, to avoid being leant on and to be able to get away with being on my own and be able to blame it on being "foreign". Soon enough though, the excuses run out and the truth of the matter appears - that deep down inside, existing on your own two feet, avoiding relying and engaging with others and going at it alone just isn't feasible in the long run. And as I said, when it gets to a point where your behaviour drives something precious to you away, then you know you need to change - and fast.
The problem is that life cannot be that rigid and that perfect. I am learning this now. It is no feasible to isolate myself in the hope that by doing so, I am safe.
This avoidance, for the most part, is manageable. It is, at times, exhilerating. I can fly off to Thailand when I please. I can sleep in on Sunday mornings. I can live with a degree of instability because I do not have any responsibility to feed a child, a cat or a husband. I can be sad or upset when I want to be, I can shut off the world when I feel like it, I can reach out to one, or two people, when I am ready, but stay distant enough to ensure that they never lean on me. It is a method of existance which has, for some time, suited me perfectly. I have even, sadly, worn it like a badge of honour - "look at me, Miss Independent who travels the world on her own".
Until now.
And it is not until your behaviour threatens to ruin something precious to you, that you realise that things have got to change. You see, I've never needed anything to be taken away from me because money can buy it back. I lose my ipod, I get a new one. If I miss my family, I simply catch a plane to see them, or call them. If I don't like my housemates, I move out and get a new place. But the things that I cannot replace are friendships and relationships that I have been gifted with. There are some things in life that you can't just push away because things have gotten "too hard" or things aren't going my way. I have a responsbility to that other person (whether it is a friend, a relative or a boyfriend) to not run and hide or push them away, simply because I cannot have my way. It is not fair on the other person, because they have put in the same amount of effort as you have to cultivate the relationship or friendship as you have.
It is only when you face that momentary prospect of losing them that you realise that you need to make a change. There is nothing scarier than to act in your own selfish horrid way, only to wake up to realise that you could effectively be pushing away a friend that is going to make a difference in your life in such a positive way, and perhaps, who knows, for the rest of your life. Its now not good enough for me to keep one or two select people close only to then push then away to ensure that they never lean on me. Its lonely. Its not enough anymore. And it has the potential to place too much pressure on those very few you do share yourself with.
I need to make that change and I have avoided it for far too long. Heck, it was probably the reason why I moved to Singapore to begin with - to avoid being a part of a group, to avoid being leant on and to be able to get away with being on my own and be able to blame it on being "foreign". Soon enough though, the excuses run out and the truth of the matter appears - that deep down inside, existing on your own two feet, avoiding relying and engaging with others and going at it alone just isn't feasible in the long run. And as I said, when it gets to a point where your behaviour drives something precious to you away, then you know you need to change - and fast.
Some More Affirmations
I read these points today;
1. It is important to evaluate your friendships and relationship on your experience when you are WITH that friend/partner, NOT on your insecurities when you are not with them. From a place of love and security, you will become more flexible to come up with a comrpomise that meets both your friend/partner's needs and yours.
2. You may not have what you want now. That is life. Your job is to set up a new system that may not be your Lfantasy" but will certainly be better than what it is now.
Gosh there are some very wise people on this planet.
*sigh*
1. It is important to evaluate your friendships and relationship on your experience when you are WITH that friend/partner, NOT on your insecurities when you are not with them. From a place of love and security, you will become more flexible to come up with a comrpomise that meets both your friend/partner's needs and yours.
2. You may not have what you want now. That is life. Your job is to set up a new system that may not be your Lfantasy" but will certainly be better than what it is now.
Gosh there are some very wise people on this planet.
*sigh*
My Time Is Not Up Yet
Last night, I felt defeat. It had been a long day at work. My back was so very sore. I was lethargic, due to lack of exercise. My heart was beating due to two too many coffees. I looked outside my office window and I saw the bleak grey clouds I am coming to expect now that Singapore is in the monsoon season of November. It is little wonder that I came home feeling as though I had reached the end, that my time in Asia had to be brought to an end, and that it was to be far easier to go back to Australia to spend my life with my family and closer to the Boy.
This afternoon, I realised that my time in Asia is not up. This afternoon I read a personal account of the friend who had fled from that child labour camp in Cambodia, whilst under the rule of the Khmer Rouge. I realised that my time in Asia was not even close to being finished. I have only just begun to see the real Asia, the unpleasant Asia, where stories of hardship cause your heart to break into pieces. What would I be giving back to the world by running and hiding in Australia? I would be closing my heart to stories such as my friend's story. I would be turning my back on the lessons I am still yet to learn about life, all because of my own selfish need for comfort and companionship.
Travelling to Bali the other week changed me - and I forgot this week just how much it changed me. Instead, this week I became consumed in my own misery and loneliness because it was easier to do so.
All along I have attributed my stay in Singapore to the need to earn lots of money to set my life up back in Australia when I return. I seemed to forget, momentarily, that rather, my time in Singapore is about getting down on my hunches and looking that sick little girl in Bali straight in the eyes and wanting to change her circumstances. It is about watching the young 13 year old boy step away to sniff glue and me wanting to shake him violently in order for him to stop. I don't want my story of Singapore to be about luxury hotels, and afternoons spent moping around alone, thinking that the world hates me.
The world doesn't hate me. Rather, the world has brought me here for a reason. I just need to always keep close to my heart those reasons and never let my own selfish needs get in the way.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Batu Caves, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
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I wasnt really in a photography mood on the weekend while in Kuala Lumpur, but I did manage to get a few photos of the Batu Caves, a place which is always on the itinerary of travellers to Malaysia. Its a set of Hindu Temples up in the caves about 15 mins from the centre of Kuala Lumpur.
below: see below the woman who hasnt cut her hair ever. Ew!
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Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Things Happen For A Reason
The Boy from KateOnTheGo (of 2.5 years ago) is getting married this weekend. Its really important that I acknowledge this because I really believe that KOTG Boy deserves the very best in life and love.
I don't know if KOTG Boy reads this blog now but I do know that he is extremely in love and is now looking forward to the rest of his life with Mrs Boy. I am so pleased for him, from the absolute bottom of my heart. We all deserve love, and I congratulate KOTG Boy for finding it.
We all tend to want to look back at our past and regret the decisions we made or wish for things to have happened differently. Not me. I don't regret for a minute the choices in life I made. The only regret I have is where I had to make decisions when I knew in my heart was for the best, but knew it was going to hurt another in the process. Things happen for a reason. It doesn't relieve the guilt, but things happen for a reason. I now know that.
And I now wish KOTG Boy the very very best in his marriage. it really IS for the best.
KOTB
I don't know if KOTG Boy reads this blog now but I do know that he is extremely in love and is now looking forward to the rest of his life with Mrs Boy. I am so pleased for him, from the absolute bottom of my heart. We all deserve love, and I congratulate KOTG Boy for finding it.
We all tend to want to look back at our past and regret the decisions we made or wish for things to have happened differently. Not me. I don't regret for a minute the choices in life I made. The only regret I have is where I had to make decisions when I knew in my heart was for the best, but knew it was going to hurt another in the process. Things happen for a reason. It doesn't relieve the guilt, but things happen for a reason. I now know that.
And I now wish KOTG Boy the very very best in his marriage. it really IS for the best.
KOTB
Sunday, November 8, 2009
The End of Another Weekend
Oh how weekends pass by so quickly.
Its lucky I didn't end up flying to the place I had originally booked - Kota Bharu - as its currently five foot deep in water. It wouldn't have made for a pleasant weekend.
Instead I opted for Kuala Lumpur, I place I have been now on at least four occasions, but still felt happily enough to visit. As my previous entries said, I just settled into one of my favourite hotels, the Sheraton Imperial, and the rest is just pure luxurious history.
Well, that's not exactly true. It has been about luxury, yes, but I also ventured out of KL to see the Batu Caves, the Hindu Temple which is situated up in the caves surrounding KL. I nearly went into coronary distress as I climbed up the 300 or so stairs which lead up to the caves (crazy - 6 months ago I was a triathlete) but once I made it, I was rewarded with a great cultural experience and a change in climate thanks to the moist atmosphere in the caves.
I took a few happy snaps but to be honest, I wasn't really in a photo-snapping mood. Watch this blog for the snaps to appear.
I then went and walked around the Butterfly Garden near KL Sentral, and again, it was more for relaxation than for any photographic purpose.
There was a quick visit to Merdeka Square (showing the British Colonial influence in its architectural design) and then it was back to the Sheraton for a bit of R & R.
All in all, a fun (slightly expensive) trip which allowed me to get away from the frenetic pace of Singapore.
The most amazing news of all (and this shows just how little I did this weekend), I managed to read the entire book on the Middle East, some 300 pages - which is more than I have read in goodness knows how many years!
In fact, I enjoyed the book so much I'm off to re-read some more chapters.
Till later,
KOTB
Its lucky I didn't end up flying to the place I had originally booked - Kota Bharu - as its currently five foot deep in water. It wouldn't have made for a pleasant weekend.
Instead I opted for Kuala Lumpur, I place I have been now on at least four occasions, but still felt happily enough to visit. As my previous entries said, I just settled into one of my favourite hotels, the Sheraton Imperial, and the rest is just pure luxurious history.
Well, that's not exactly true. It has been about luxury, yes, but I also ventured out of KL to see the Batu Caves, the Hindu Temple which is situated up in the caves surrounding KL. I nearly went into coronary distress as I climbed up the 300 or so stairs which lead up to the caves (crazy - 6 months ago I was a triathlete) but once I made it, I was rewarded with a great cultural experience and a change in climate thanks to the moist atmosphere in the caves.
I took a few happy snaps but to be honest, I wasn't really in a photo-snapping mood. Watch this blog for the snaps to appear.
I then went and walked around the Butterfly Garden near KL Sentral, and again, it was more for relaxation than for any photographic purpose.
There was a quick visit to Merdeka Square (showing the British Colonial influence in its architectural design) and then it was back to the Sheraton for a bit of R & R.
All in all, a fun (slightly expensive) trip which allowed me to get away from the frenetic pace of Singapore.
The most amazing news of all (and this shows just how little I did this weekend), I managed to read the entire book on the Middle East, some 300 pages - which is more than I have read in goodness knows how many years!
In fact, I enjoyed the book so much I'm off to re-read some more chapters.
Till later,
KOTB
Friday, November 6, 2009
Sheraton Put The "FAB" In Fabric
I love the Sheraton. No, I am not employed by them nor do i seek any kind of discount for putting a good word in for them on my website. This blog is NOT sponsored by Sheraton. I am, however, in love with staying at their hotels. Give me a Sheraton over a Hilton any day. I love the Sheraton in KL and I love the Sheraton in Phuket, Thailand. That makes me officially a fan of the Sheraton.
http://www.starwoodhotels.com/sheraton/property/overview/index.html?propertyID=129&EM=VTY_SI_129_KUALALUMPUR_PROP_OVERVIEW
See attached link - yes, my room looks exactly as it does in the picture. Gorgeous! Legal disclaimer for anyone that wants to sue me (FYI: I am a lawyer too, bring it on) - picture courtesy of the Sheraton, which you can find on the attached link's website.
I am wandering around here with no real intention of actually leaving for the day. I am armed with my trusty old Canon and I am determined to photograph every kind of fabric, every colour, every texture i can possibly find.
As you all know, besides loving the Sheraton, I love fabrics and textures. I have no idea why it is that i have developed such a love of fine fabrics, but I have and I intend to (once i stop spending money on travelling) and actually by a house, decorate my house in beautiful fabrics and colours.
I've been allowed to go into my room at midday, which makes it a great day just to laze around. Who knows, I may be ridiculously opulent and spend my money on a massage at the Mandara Spa (a massage that will, of course, cost five times more than it would if i actually walked out into the heat and down the street to a local place!).
Ho hum. Such is life.
And what a wonderful, beautifully blessed life it is.
KoTb
http://www.starwoodhotels.com/sheraton/property/overview/index.html?propertyID=129&EM=VTY_SI_129_KUALALUMPUR_PROP_OVERVIEW
See attached link - yes, my room looks exactly as it does in the picture. Gorgeous! Legal disclaimer for anyone that wants to sue me (FYI: I am a lawyer too, bring it on) - picture courtesy of the Sheraton, which you can find on the attached link's website.
I am wandering around here with no real intention of actually leaving for the day. I am armed with my trusty old Canon and I am determined to photograph every kind of fabric, every colour, every texture i can possibly find.
As you all know, besides loving the Sheraton, I love fabrics and textures. I have no idea why it is that i have developed such a love of fine fabrics, but I have and I intend to (once i stop spending money on travelling) and actually by a house, decorate my house in beautiful fabrics and colours.
I've been allowed to go into my room at midday, which makes it a great day just to laze around. Who knows, I may be ridiculously opulent and spend my money on a massage at the Mandara Spa (a massage that will, of course, cost five times more than it would if i actually walked out into the heat and down the street to a local place!).
Ho hum. Such is life.
And what a wonderful, beautifully blessed life it is.
KoTb
My Idea Of A Good Time
A relaxing weekend means getting involved in a book about fairytales, handsome princes, far away places ----
Forget that!!!!
I've put my nose into a book on the history of the Middle East.
Well, a "brief history", the book says.
There is absolutely nothing brief about it. And if this is the condensed version, inow I understand why so many people just simply do not know, or care, about what is transpiring in the Middle East right now.
I have always remained permanently on the fence when it comes to the various Middle East conflicts. Even before I begun to read of its history over five years ago, I always knew that it would never be appropriate for me to make comment on any of it without fully informing myself of the facts. And given that I still, to this day, don't have a thorough understanding of it all, I have no intention of taking any "sides".
Instead, I continue the push, not only on myself, but on others, to look beyond the modern day stories that are evolving as we speak, and consider just how deeply entrenched the battle-like mentality of not only those of the Islamic faith but Christians themselves! Before anyone passes comment about how pathetic wars are and how everyone just needs to "get along", we all need to understand that these battles have not been created by modern dictators or war hungry western leaders, but that these battles date back to the times of AD 66, through to the Sunni and Shia battles of AD 600, up to the Ottoman Empire and right through to the 6 Day in 1967.
I wish people would spend their time reading rather than passing comment on modern matters of which they simply do not understand their context.
Do those young men in the Gaza Strip, throwing bombs at others, understand the history of their descendants? Do those guys in US army greens, playing war games with expensive artillery, even know who the Byzantines were? That the name "ottoman" isn't just a name to describe the person that collects the neighbourhood garbage? I suspect not. Because if they did, I would expect that they would all hesitate to get themselves involved in a situation which seems, at this moment, impossible to resolve.
We owe it to ourselves to understand the landscape, seek further knowledge of its history and then start on even footing going forward. That even footing can only be established when all parties - Christians, Muslims and Jews - recognise the atrocities that each have forced upon each other and then move forward. We may never get to a point where each party appropriately acknowledges who caused what (and it may be that all parties are equally to blame), but we are never going to find that pathway to peace if we do not begin to address the past.
Forget that!!!!
I've put my nose into a book on the history of the Middle East.
Well, a "brief history", the book says.
There is absolutely nothing brief about it. And if this is the condensed version, inow I understand why so many people just simply do not know, or care, about what is transpiring in the Middle East right now.
I have always remained permanently on the fence when it comes to the various Middle East conflicts. Even before I begun to read of its history over five years ago, I always knew that it would never be appropriate for me to make comment on any of it without fully informing myself of the facts. And given that I still, to this day, don't have a thorough understanding of it all, I have no intention of taking any "sides".
Instead, I continue the push, not only on myself, but on others, to look beyond the modern day stories that are evolving as we speak, and consider just how deeply entrenched the battle-like mentality of not only those of the Islamic faith but Christians themselves! Before anyone passes comment about how pathetic wars are and how everyone just needs to "get along", we all need to understand that these battles have not been created by modern dictators or war hungry western leaders, but that these battles date back to the times of AD 66, through to the Sunni and Shia battles of AD 600, up to the Ottoman Empire and right through to the 6 Day in 1967.
I wish people would spend their time reading rather than passing comment on modern matters of which they simply do not understand their context.
Do those young men in the Gaza Strip, throwing bombs at others, understand the history of their descendants? Do those guys in US army greens, playing war games with expensive artillery, even know who the Byzantines were? That the name "ottoman" isn't just a name to describe the person that collects the neighbourhood garbage? I suspect not. Because if they did, I would expect that they would all hesitate to get themselves involved in a situation which seems, at this moment, impossible to resolve.
We owe it to ourselves to understand the landscape, seek further knowledge of its history and then start on even footing going forward. That even footing can only be established when all parties - Christians, Muslims and Jews - recognise the atrocities that each have forced upon each other and then move forward. We may never get to a point where each party appropriately acknowledges who caused what (and it may be that all parties are equally to blame), but we are never going to find that pathway to peace if we do not begin to address the past.
Flight Delayed. Will Blog.
Air Asia - or should I say - Air Delay-sia has done it again. Another delayed flight. Ho hum. The price you pay for cheap tickets on budget airlines. They say they are "the worlds best low cost airline". Does that mean everyone else delays their flights by five hours, when Air Asia only delays theirs by two hours? Oh the intricacies of el' cheapo travel.
Give me a business class ticket on a Singapore Airlines flight any day.
But as I said in my earlier flight, I am grateful that I have the ability to travel. Even if sometimes it is painful.
So, here goes another one of KateOnTheBike's random 30 facts.
1. I can use chopsticks but only to pick up bulky food. Rice is not bulky.
2. I carry "wet ones" (wipes) in my bag in case of food spillage (which is often).
3. I can't eat a meal if the table is wobbly.
4. I struggle to understand the rules of American Gridiron.
5. I like chicken, but don't eat the skin.
6. I find airport coffee prices outrageous.
7. I read my newspapers back to front. Its easier.
8. I am going to try and see Obama, who arrives in Singapore next week.
9. I struggle to work out whether the first name is the last name when it comes to Asian names.
10. Running water makes me want to pee.
11. I love when the Boy rolls his sleeves up on his business shirt and sticks a pen behind his ear. Its cute.
12. Ducks, pidgeons, quails, and canaries are all little birds and thus, should not be eaten.
13. Just because a pelican is a big bird, doesn't mean it has to be eaten.
14. I dream of hot coffee in Prague, whilst watching the snow fall.
15. I can't always make people behave appropriately, but I can at least try.
16. I admit that I am a cynic sometimes and complain a bit more than I should.
17. If I had a choice, I'd consider going back to working in Scotland. I miss it often.
18. I am capable of making mistakes.
19. Hair on bathrooms basins makes me want to throw up.
20. Black garbage bags always seem stronger than white ones. No proof suggests that black plastic bags are always stronger. Its just my belief.
21. I haven't used an iron in many months.
22. My mother and I share the same sense of humour.
23. Indian music, blaring throw cheap speakers at 11pm is NOT okay.
24. I drinks Starbucks coffee despite knowing I am paying a premium just because its Starbucks.
25. Its beginninng to look a lot like Christmas.
26. I didn't enjoy wearing white Haviannas. Brown ones are better.
27. I've always wanted to do a nudie run somewhere. Somehow.
28. The Boy's teeth are so white they glow in the dark when he laughs. True story.
29. My favourite accessory is my blackberry. I am addicted.
30. I thank God each night for what I've been given in life.
4.
Give me a business class ticket on a Singapore Airlines flight any day.
But as I said in my earlier flight, I am grateful that I have the ability to travel. Even if sometimes it is painful.
So, here goes another one of KateOnTheBike's random 30 facts.
1. I can use chopsticks but only to pick up bulky food. Rice is not bulky.
2. I carry "wet ones" (wipes) in my bag in case of food spillage (which is often).
3. I can't eat a meal if the table is wobbly.
4. I struggle to understand the rules of American Gridiron.
5. I like chicken, but don't eat the skin.
6. I find airport coffee prices outrageous.
7. I read my newspapers back to front. Its easier.
8. I am going to try and see Obama, who arrives in Singapore next week.
9. I struggle to work out whether the first name is the last name when it comes to Asian names.
10. Running water makes me want to pee.
11. I love when the Boy rolls his sleeves up on his business shirt and sticks a pen behind his ear. Its cute.
12. Ducks, pidgeons, quails, and canaries are all little birds and thus, should not be eaten.
13. Just because a pelican is a big bird, doesn't mean it has to be eaten.
14. I dream of hot coffee in Prague, whilst watching the snow fall.
15. I can't always make people behave appropriately, but I can at least try.
16. I admit that I am a cynic sometimes and complain a bit more than I should.
17. If I had a choice, I'd consider going back to working in Scotland. I miss it often.
18. I am capable of making mistakes.
19. Hair on bathrooms basins makes me want to throw up.
20. Black garbage bags always seem stronger than white ones. No proof suggests that black plastic bags are always stronger. Its just my belief.
21. I haven't used an iron in many months.
22. My mother and I share the same sense of humour.
23. Indian music, blaring throw cheap speakers at 11pm is NOT okay.
24. I drinks Starbucks coffee despite knowing I am paying a premium just because its Starbucks.
25. Its beginninng to look a lot like Christmas.
26. I didn't enjoy wearing white Haviannas. Brown ones are better.
27. I've always wanted to do a nudie run somewhere. Somehow.
28. The Boy's teeth are so white they glow in the dark when he laughs. True story.
29. My favourite accessory is my blackberry. I am addicted.
30. I thank God each night for what I've been given in life.
4.
Time To Hit The Road Again
Thanks to everyone who has returned to this site over the last week or so, only to find absolutely nothing added to it.
Those who are in the know will agree that its been a tough week. Not for me personally, but my wonderful M, who is having to juggle a few very stressful situations. I guess i am just focusing much of my energy on trying to ensure that I support him as best as possible, while giving him his space to work things out. I am so proud of him. I am the luckiest girl in the world, I reckon. I have learnt so much about my relationship in the last week or so, and I am only beginning to learn that sometimes you just need to trust in the other person to find their way....
So I am flying out to KL tonight, on a late night flight. I had this grand plan to fly off to a tropical destination, except I was then told that the tropical destination actually is closed due to Monsoon Season. Whoops. Probably should have done a more comprehensive google search before i actually booked the flights. Anyhoo, you win some and lose some so I have decided to stay in KL and investigate some of the places that i have not been to as yet. Failing that, I will sit in the Sheraton and enjoy warm relaxing baths and cable TV. Honestly, those kinds of luxuries are worth the expense. Staying in Asian luxury hotels can almost be a hobby in itself (an expensive one, though!).
You know, there is so much junk going on in the world. Mass shootings, wars, starving people, child labour and prostitution, incurable diseases.... I thank my lucky stars each day that I have a stable job, a supportive family, a wonderful consistent and strong boyfriend who puts up with my "kookiness" and I have an adventurous spirit that allows me to want to travel the world and open myself up to new experiences. None of what I do, on a weekly basis - whether i am travelling here, travelling there, learning this or learning that - is ever taken for granted.
KOTB
Those who are in the know will agree that its been a tough week. Not for me personally, but my wonderful M, who is having to juggle a few very stressful situations. I guess i am just focusing much of my energy on trying to ensure that I support him as best as possible, while giving him his space to work things out. I am so proud of him. I am the luckiest girl in the world, I reckon. I have learnt so much about my relationship in the last week or so, and I am only beginning to learn that sometimes you just need to trust in the other person to find their way....
So I am flying out to KL tonight, on a late night flight. I had this grand plan to fly off to a tropical destination, except I was then told that the tropical destination actually is closed due to Monsoon Season. Whoops. Probably should have done a more comprehensive google search before i actually booked the flights. Anyhoo, you win some and lose some so I have decided to stay in KL and investigate some of the places that i have not been to as yet. Failing that, I will sit in the Sheraton and enjoy warm relaxing baths and cable TV. Honestly, those kinds of luxuries are worth the expense. Staying in Asian luxury hotels can almost be a hobby in itself (an expensive one, though!).
You know, there is so much junk going on in the world. Mass shootings, wars, starving people, child labour and prostitution, incurable diseases.... I thank my lucky stars each day that I have a stable job, a supportive family, a wonderful consistent and strong boyfriend who puts up with my "kookiness" and I have an adventurous spirit that allows me to want to travel the world and open myself up to new experiences. None of what I do, on a weekly basis - whether i am travelling here, travelling there, learning this or learning that - is ever taken for granted.
KOTB
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Chasing Cars
We'll do it all
Everything
On our own
We don't need
Anything
Or anyone
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world
I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel
Those three words,
Are said too much
They're not enough
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads
I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes
They're all I can see
I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things
Will never change for us at all
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Friday, October 30, 2009
Just something for someone....
Now I run Lyrics:
Tell me how the circle ends
There's no beginning
Everything that came before
Will come round again
And I look in the mirror
My father's eyes look back at me
He gave me a road to choose
He gave me freedom
And I pray I'm strong enough
To walk in his shoes
And I, I hope that I become
Half the man he wants me to be
Cause I feel you guiding me
Showing me the way when
I'm misdirected
I know your not here
But I feel connected
Cause everything that I am
Comes from a better man
And all that I've said I've done
Can't rewrite my history
Right there for all to see
I'm just my father's son
Taught me to walk, now I run
Now I run
Sometimes when I lose myself
In my weakness
I can feel the touch of his
unmistakable hands
And their pushing me forward
Back into the circle again
And I hope my son sees in me
The kind of man that he was to me
And everything that I am
Comes from a better man
And all that I've said I've done
Can't rewrite my history
Right there for all to see
I'm just my father's son
Taught me to walk, now I run
I run
He's the best and the worst of me
Sometimes I don't know
where my common sense is
I may be a sinner
But my best defense is
Everything that I am
Comes from a better man
And all that I've said I've done
Can't rewrite my history
Right here for all to see
I'm just my father's son
Yeah oh
I'm just my father's son
Taught me to walk
Now I run
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Photos on Flickr
Hi all,
Just a reminder, you can see more of my photos on my Flickr account, which produces them in far better colour.
They are also big files due to the style of processing, so its very hard to upload them onto this website.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/96695201@N00/
Luv,
KOTB
Just a reminder, you can see more of my photos on my Flickr account, which produces them in far better colour.
They are also big files due to the style of processing, so its very hard to upload them onto this website.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/96695201@N00/
Luv,
KOTB
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
The Temptation of Solitude
I have often wondered whether, if I was given the chance, would I completely isolate myself from the entire world. As a loner (to some degree), it is a temptation of mine. It would be all too easy. I could potter around on my own, with not a care in the world. Now if I didn't have such wonderful family and friends, I would probably do it but at the end of the day, I know that being alone is simply not sustainable. However, for at least the next couple of days, I am going to relish in the fact that I am now the proud resident of a one bedroom unit all to my very self.
I now have my own little place, just for a little while. And if i actually owned a cat (and if i didn't think it would be cruel), I would actually swing it, just for the heck of it. It has a lovely little loungeroom with a flat screen TV, and a separate bedroom and bathroom. Admittedly, its situated on a busy street, and I am only three floors up and not twenty eight floors up (hence the noise is much greater) but its the price I have to pay to enjoy my own place!
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I now have my own little place, just for a little while. And if i actually owned a cat (and if i didn't think it would be cruel), I would actually swing it, just for the heck of it. It has a lovely little loungeroom with a flat screen TV, and a separate bedroom and bathroom. Admittedly, its situated on a busy street, and I am only three floors up and not twenty eight floors up (hence the noise is much greater) but its the price I have to pay to enjoy my own place!
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Monday, October 26, 2009
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