Dog

When I was in Siem Reap last year, I crossed paths with a desperate, forlorn mongrel with half his bowels hanging out of his anus. I choose to cock my head, let out a little lament and walk by. I chose to bite my teeth and turn a blind eye because I was told I could do nothing, that it was just a statistic.

Not one month goes by without fleeting passing memories of the mongrel.
Not one month goes by without regret.

Today was exceptionally bad when I walked in the wind with Jonsi for company.

I am sorry, dog.

FUUUUUCK!

It is that time of the year again when I have to look for a NEW GAUDY COLOURED outfit for Chinese New Year. The year before I was at OG the day before CNY grabbing random outfits to try in last minute desperation, then, celebrated at having found an outfit under 100 bucks only to have my grandmother point and TSK loudly at my PMS swollen tits spilling out of my dress in front of all my relatives. Nice.

Got. To. Find. Dress.

Iceland

Alone In Iceland
Originally uploaded by CORpicX

Before I turn 30, I am going to spend the last birthday of my 20s in Iceland, a place I have wanted to go to since Sigur Ros, through their beautiful imagery, introduced the wonderment and beauty of the country and her people to the rest of the world.

Pictures of the place always makes my heart constrict with inexplicable melancholic emotion.

We live in such beauty, let us not destroy what we have.

Dear Sharon...

It has been a year and 2 days.
Yesterday, I heard that stupid R&B song you really liked when I was in the shops.
And I thought of you.

One day I'll buy a russian blue cat and it will be like our flat in Newtown all over again, when the dusty blue came to visit and steal our dinner.

Happy anniversary Shaz.

Birthday Reflections

Turning 28 happened without too much drama, perfect, as it is in line with my mantra of the year…Simplicity.

Birthdays hold less of a materialistic significance as I get older. There is no longer a necessity for fancy presents, cakes, candles and meals, no longer a need to be the centre of attention (Incidentally, a mantra for last year…”It’s not always about you Jo!” a mantra which I see the need to carry forward again into 2008). Having said that, I am truly grateful and awed by the actions and gestures of people that went out of their way to make the day so very special.

The colleagues who stayed up till past midnight on two consecutive days to model a little Nordic gnome army from clay and acrylic

The kidney bean girls for the wonderful night out, old skool ice cream cake and presents.

The gang for trudging down after individual long days at work/MBA class/course for a mini surprise of sorts

Sister Una and the team for the song and present

My family for the present and healthy birthday dinner treat (by mother’s decree)

The well wishes of the electronic variety from friends and family

And lastly, the Lump who fashioned a wonderful lazy birthday from last minute scrambling and scheming, done with so much thought and heart and somewhat adhering to my strict rules of Go Cheap!

For each and everyone of you and your actions, I thank you. If there's one thing I've learnt, invest in good human relationships. You may get screwed over, but you will pick yourself up again. No man is an island, communication and human interactions are vital for our growth and development as people.

27 was the year of decisions, 28 will be the year of change.

Flogging a dead horse.
2008.
Decisions.

We were all meant to do great things...

"Scary isn't it? We had huge dreams in university and reality sort of chews them up”
-Pam, Nov 2007


Exerpts from 'Frankie, Issue 20'
Article: Great Expectations

Be you at the tail end of generation X or the height of generation Y, you may feel like you were destined to do something bigger and better than you currently are. Our demographic doesn’t fear the future, we don’t worry about authority and we’ve never experienced economic recession, but we do seem to have one paralyzing fear- mediocrity.

Is this sense of unfulfilled self-worth really enough to drive someone crazy? Whether it’s Fight Club-style bombing sprees, visits to the shrink of just a pathetic addiction to self-help books, our expectations are driving us mad.