Just realised that we are not getting any younger by the minute. Had been thinking about my decision to move here in Australia for good and enjoy life here as there's so much in stored for me here. And I reckon that time is a bit fast nowadays...
This morning while I was on the client (which is a lovely school), there was a fire drill. It was really great to break-away from work for a while. I suddenly realise how time moves so quickly. I just realised that just not so long ago (really?!!) I was just making my way to my lower education and finding a lot of insights about the future, the adulthood and the career I want to be taking. I was thinking at that moment how I am going to be successful and spend on the things that I want. I want to finish school instantaneously and be mature as soon as possible. I've been a bit sentimental since I was always seeing kids in the school and how fun it is to have no problem and be a worry-free child. I also realised that my line of work creates heaps of problems and sometimes it can make you age a bit more.
If time can be stopped for awhile and just feel young and carefree, it would be the best thing in the world. I've come to Sydney to enjoy life and now I am a bit flustered with work. But still I hope for the best and to learn independently. That is the most urgent task that I want to accomplish. Painstakingly reaching every hardships and financial difficulties is just the initial step. Recently been spending thousands of dollars just to buy furniture and applicances. Moving ahead I realised that soon, greater decision is ahead of me. Bigger five-way intersection is yet ahead and decide which to go (Just like in Waverton, its actually my first time to encounter such crazy five-way intersection). But whatever is ahead of me. I know I will decide for the best. Will I stay or go? That depends on my fate here in audit. But I definitely think that I will not pursue audit until the end. But everything is still open and subject to changes.
So cheers and lets be worry free or time will fast so quickly..
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Mardi Gras 2007
Last Saturday, I experienced my first taste of Mardi Gras. The Parade winds its way starting from Hyde Park, through the heart of gay and lesbian Sydney, to the biggest dance party in Australia. It's really fun and amasing. A lot of people joined whether they're straight or gay. Its more of a celebration of the acceptance of the gay and lesbian. It's really cool because everyone was on their party mood turned on and was dancing on the streets. Got a good spot and saw all the feathery and flowery costumes. Pink australian flag flashed everywhere and a big "NO" to homophobia in one of the banner I saw. It's great to be on a country which is very open and accepts different cultures. Be what you wanna be.. Who ever you are.. Whatever your race is.. It doesn't matter! Everyone has equal rights to co-exist and live harmoniously. Anyway, here's what wikipedia has to say about Mardi Gras...
The Sydney Mardi Gras (formally Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras) is an annual gay pride parade and festival for the gay and lesbian community in Sydney, Australia. It is one of the largest such events in the world. Despite its name, it is not held on Mardi Gras (Shrove Tuesday) or indeed, on a Tuesday at all.
It began on June 24, 1978 as a protest march and commemoration of the Stonewall Riots. Although the organisers had obtained permission, this was revoked, and the march was broken up by the police. Many of the marchers were arrested. Although most charges were eventually dropped, the Sydney Morning Herald published the names of those arrested in full, leading to many people being outed to their friends and places of employment, and many of those arrested lost their jobs as homosexuality was a crime in New South Wales until 1982.
The event was held again in 1979, with the name changed to the "Sydney Gay Mardi Gras". In 1980 the first post-parade dance party was introduced, and in 1981 the parade was shifted to February. An increasingly large number of people not only participated in the event, but larger numbers of the wider community turned out to watch the parade. In 1988 the parade was renamed the "Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras".
~source: www.wikipedia.com
The Sydney Mardi Gras (formally Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras) is an annual gay pride parade and festival for the gay and lesbian community in Sydney, Australia. It is one of the largest such events in the world. Despite its name, it is not held on Mardi Gras (Shrove Tuesday) or indeed, on a Tuesday at all.
It began on June 24, 1978 as a protest march and commemoration of the Stonewall Riots. Although the organisers had obtained permission, this was revoked, and the march was broken up by the police. Many of the marchers were arrested. Although most charges were eventually dropped, the Sydney Morning Herald published the names of those arrested in full, leading to many people being outed to their friends and places of employment, and many of those arrested lost their jobs as homosexuality was a crime in New South Wales until 1982.
The event was held again in 1979, with the name changed to the "Sydney Gay Mardi Gras". In 1980 the first post-parade dance party was introduced, and in 1981 the parade was shifted to February. An increasingly large number of people not only participated in the event, but larger numbers of the wider community turned out to watch the parade. In 1988 the parade was renamed the "Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras".
~source: www.wikipedia.com
Saturday, March 3, 2007
goodbye strathfield.. and welcome to waverton!
just last week i moved in to another suburb. it really saddens me to leave the place that i stayed for almost four months. strathfield is quite a unique place since i have woolies just a minute away and the train station that brings me to any place i would possibly want. if you want to live in a place that is accessible to all points in australia, then strathfield is the best place. country link to melbourne or canberra is even possible.
it took me three taxi cab to transfer all my stuff to the new place. waverton is a very classy place. its very peaceful and serene and its really a nice place to live. the only thing is the struggle of climbing your way up from the train station. but of course, its never a problem since its like rewarding yourself when you reach home since its really a nice apartment. gotta post some pics soon. we're pretty busy waiting for the furniture we bought two weeks ago.
have so much to blog about this past two weeks but never found time to jot something here. promise to return with the updates. plus of course tonight will be the biggest celebration in sydney which is the mardi gras, a celebration of the acceptance of the gay and lesbian. which even straight people attend to because its such a joyous event.
more updates when i return.. gotta fix our living room first.
it took me three taxi cab to transfer all my stuff to the new place. waverton is a very classy place. its very peaceful and serene and its really a nice place to live. the only thing is the struggle of climbing your way up from the train station. but of course, its never a problem since its like rewarding yourself when you reach home since its really a nice apartment. gotta post some pics soon. we're pretty busy waiting for the furniture we bought two weeks ago.
have so much to blog about this past two weeks but never found time to jot something here. promise to return with the updates. plus of course tonight will be the biggest celebration in sydney which is the mardi gras, a celebration of the acceptance of the gay and lesbian. which even straight people attend to because its such a joyous event.
more updates when i return.. gotta fix our living room first.
Saturday, February 3, 2007
aussie day celebration
The day i was released from the hospital was the australia day celebration. I feel somehow guilty because my friends are so depending on me to get the plans sorted out and enjoy such a beautiful day with a smile. But bcoz of my condition [refer to the hand thing], i spoiled half of the lovely sunny day... But it aint over till its over. We ate some taste of yashinoya which i truly miss back home. Its a treat for me after getting sick of hospital food. After that we went to hyde park and saw a mob enjoying this beautiful festivity. Music. Food. Ole ole ole... People are chanting this and it really makes it even crazy coz people stick the aussie flag on their faces. We began to search for that tatoo to get the feel of this temporary madness. Had some fun looking at the museum where we can see where history began. Saw some places where convicts used to live. They have a lot of hammocks and there were even shadow cardboards of how the convicts used to act... We took a rest at the botanical garden and had so much fun feeling relaxed and not worrying at anything.
What a day... c',) Kick back and relax and see the pictures!
the attack of the mozzie
I think i developed a paranoia of any sort of insects. Yesterday, i saw a lot of mozzie as in mozquito. I quickly attacked them with a weapon called baygon. Unfortunately, i felt outnumbered. I got 3 mozzie bites. But who've got the last laugh. Theyre dead. Bwahaha..
The other day, i saw heaps of spider on the wall. I used my deadly weapon anmd saw 3 of them dead. I still feel im not satisfied so i got my gigantic match [which i use for cooking] and lit them up until they burn to ashes. Thats how mad i am from those stupid insects for making me stay in the hospital for one night and spoiling my holiday plans.
but just as i woke up i saw the mozzie bites had swollen severely. I was really alarmed and too confused about what to do. Immediately i thought of the possibility of returning to the stupid hospital who doesnt know anything! But i breathe and decided to google this horrific mozzie bite. I found out that their bite could result to a swelling as big as 5 cents or 25 centavos in peso. Since it will be tremendously itchy, if you scratch it it will mutate to a 20 cents size swelling or five peso equivalent. I learned that you just have to place it on ice so that it will stop the itch. I did it. and the swelling began to reduce.
so when im in another mozzie attack ill know better how to fight. Talk about the art of mozzie war.
Friday, February 2, 2007
treat urself with a cake! life can be a piece of cake anyway..
I always live by a new hope when every bit of problems used to pile up. Got this motto of having a new beginning when I have chance to renew and start anew. I know this is out of context. But I can say life is a piece of cake! We can all live to be happy. Make our lives better by simplicity. Too much work can worsen our mood and make us ugly. Well, I know I just finished one of my audit clients. And I want to feel fresh and look good. I want to think of all the deadlines as something that will be eventually finished at the end of the day. Don't mind about how we're going to survive as long as we feel happy and satisfied about how we live our life everyday.
For the above reason, I bought a chocolate yummy cake for myself. I know its Friday and I know that I got tons of workload undone. But just treting yourself with something that would make you happy would really be a priceless thing coz you feel light despite this horrible job. I know that this will add a few pounds but if that will make me happy, then my conscience says that I'll go for it!
See the picture to see what I mean.. Cheers!
For the above reason, I bought a chocolate yummy cake for myself. I know its Friday and I know that I got tons of workload undone. But just treting yourself with something that would make you happy would really be a priceless thing coz you feel light despite this horrible job. I know that this will add a few pounds but if that will make me happy, then my conscience says that I'll go for it!
See the picture to see what I mean.. Cheers!
E.R. scene... the hand problem!
Two saturdays ago, I felt this itchy feeling on my left middle finger. It seems different but tolerable. So I just go on with the same routinary work at office still refusing to believe that it's busy once again.
Then finally, Wednesday came. My left hand looks different. It suddenly became a gigantic hand of a 300lbs monster. I can't move it. It was like there is a strange poison inside my middle finger because I feel like someone is squezzing it from the inside. It's tremendously itchy and started to get painful.
I rushed back to the office. Telling my manager that I can't work anymore. Letting her feel that even though we have a deadline at stake my condition cannot accommodate any work at all. Good thing she said that I can go. One frustrating thing is that I dunno any doctors at all. Most clinics and general practitioners are already closed. Fortunately, Eric (officemate) helped me look for a hospital with emergency room. Renee also helped me a lot in rushing me to the hospital and helpmed me in understand this weird situation will pass through, which up to now I don't know the reason for such horrific experience. It's funny because I was going to the ER walking normal and realising it doesn't look like any ER scene! Anyway, I was feeling good but I want my hand to become normal once again but when the doctor told me that I'll be confined my sight went dark and I am almost on the point of getting really insane.
But there's nothing we can do about this because they even told me that it is necessary for me to stay overnight.. If I would resist it might be chopped down! huh?! This doesn't make any sense at all. But I adhere to their request. I stayed there. Still in shock. I was wondering what Renee was doing outside. And after 30 minutes. I was back from reality and told her the bad news. She helped me buy my stuff (slippers, banana, orange juice, kfc lunch box meal!!, extra shirt, toothbrush and toothpaste, soap, towel, my backpack with my beloved ipod!). I was still in a state of shock when they assigned me to a bed so that I could lie down. But I refused to lie down in the bed. It's supposed to be a holiday for me tomorrow. How about my plans in going to the beach and celebrate the Australia day? Waaaah!! And I realised that my ipod doesnt have power! I went bzerk! I feel bad for myself for having experience all this!
But when my food finally arrived, I became normal once again. I have already accepted the fact that I am going to celebrate my very first Australia day in the hospital with all those tubes on my veins. But that's the way life goes...
Then I slept...
Upon waking up, I took some shower and was informed that they are going to move me in Sydney Hospital! WHAAT?!?! It only means that they are not competent enough to know how to keep my swollen hand back to normal? What kind of institution is this? Did they even study medicine for crying out loud! Anyway, after a few dull moments, I was informed that they will release me and I just have to take antibiotics till 2 Feb..
And upon reaching the exit, I feel like getting out of an asylum. I'm happy because my friends are there waiting for me. So I realised that even though I am here and my family is back home. Somehow somebody still there for me through the bad times.
One thing I learned is how caregivers and nurses mean so much for the sick people. I mean I was literally craving for their attention. To know about my condition and someone I could talk to.
On a different light I formulated a hypothesis that this whole damn thing is caused by a stupid insect that according to ghie should be named as R.I. short for Rondz Insect which is wandering in my room during the times I spent in the hospital. I learned to ensure that somehow I should do a regular cleaning and to keep everything neat.
Charge all of this to experience! It's free...
Then finally, Wednesday came. My left hand looks different. It suddenly became a gigantic hand of a 300lbs monster. I can't move it. It was like there is a strange poison inside my middle finger because I feel like someone is squezzing it from the inside. It's tremendously itchy and started to get painful.
I rushed back to the office. Telling my manager that I can't work anymore. Letting her feel that even though we have a deadline at stake my condition cannot accommodate any work at all. Good thing she said that I can go. One frustrating thing is that I dunno any doctors at all. Most clinics and general practitioners are already closed. Fortunately, Eric (officemate) helped me look for a hospital with emergency room. Renee also helped me a lot in rushing me to the hospital and helpmed me in understand this weird situation will pass through, which up to now I don't know the reason for such horrific experience. It's funny because I was going to the ER walking normal and realising it doesn't look like any ER scene! Anyway, I was feeling good but I want my hand to become normal once again but when the doctor told me that I'll be confined my sight went dark and I am almost on the point of getting really insane.
But there's nothing we can do about this because they even told me that it is necessary for me to stay overnight.. If I would resist it might be chopped down! huh?! This doesn't make any sense at all. But I adhere to their request. I stayed there. Still in shock. I was wondering what Renee was doing outside. And after 30 minutes. I was back from reality and told her the bad news. She helped me buy my stuff (slippers, banana, orange juice, kfc lunch box meal!!, extra shirt, toothbrush and toothpaste, soap, towel, my backpack with my beloved ipod!). I was still in a state of shock when they assigned me to a bed so that I could lie down. But I refused to lie down in the bed. It's supposed to be a holiday for me tomorrow. How about my plans in going to the beach and celebrate the Australia day? Waaaah!! And I realised that my ipod doesnt have power! I went bzerk! I feel bad for myself for having experience all this!
But when my food finally arrived, I became normal once again. I have already accepted the fact that I am going to celebrate my very first Australia day in the hospital with all those tubes on my veins. But that's the way life goes...
Then I slept...
Upon waking up, I took some shower and was informed that they are going to move me in Sydney Hospital! WHAAT?!?! It only means that they are not competent enough to know how to keep my swollen hand back to normal? What kind of institution is this? Did they even study medicine for crying out loud! Anyway, after a few dull moments, I was informed that they will release me and I just have to take antibiotics till 2 Feb..
And upon reaching the exit, I feel like getting out of an asylum. I'm happy because my friends are there waiting for me. So I realised that even though I am here and my family is back home. Somehow somebody still there for me through the bad times.
One thing I learned is how caregivers and nurses mean so much for the sick people. I mean I was literally craving for their attention. To know about my condition and someone I could talk to.
On a different light I formulated a hypothesis that this whole damn thing is caused by a stupid insect that according to ghie should be named as R.I. short for Rondz Insect which is wandering in my room during the times I spent in the hospital. I learned to ensure that somehow I should do a regular cleaning and to keep everything neat.
Charge all of this to experience! It's free...
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