And before any conclusions are made, I'm not feeling emo at all. But stumbled upon this song on YouTube, apparently it's quite popular with them country folk :p
Super like!!!
Unfortunately, embedding has been disabled. But here's the link :)
Need You Now by Lady Antebellum (for the record, I have NO idea how to pronounce the name :p)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eB7T3lJ3dZ4&feature=related
Tuesday, 17 August 2010
Sunday, 15 August 2010
Saturday, 14 August 2010
Inspiration
in·spi·ra·tion
–noun- an inspiring or animating action or influence: I cannot write poetry without inspiration.
- something inspired, as an idea.
- a result of inspired activity. a thing or person that inspires.
I am currently reading 'Outliers' by Malcolm Gladwell, and it has just got me thinking about my sources of inspiration - why I have chosen the path that I have, what inspires me, and whether I inspire others. It has made me appreciate the fact that anything inspired by true, unwavering passion cannot possibly result in a failure. And if it does, then you'll need to re-examine your definition of failure.
One particular excerpt from the book really made my inherent optimism 'bubble over' in excitement. And it's something I'm sure everyone knows deep down, but only sinks in when read as someone else's words:
"... if you work hard enough and assert yourself, and use your mind and imagination, you can shape the world to your desires."And if you are still skeptical, there is only one way to find out if this message rings true... :p
Random, but somewhat related to this topic, here's one of my favourite paintings from the European Masters Exhibition that I went to yesterday :)
Houses on the bank of the River Zaan, by Claude Monet (1871)
Monday, 9 August 2010
Monday, 12 July 2010
Updates?
This week's Masterchef is the last week before the finals and frankly, I CANNOT WAIT!
A few reasons why I like watching this show:
This show has been HUGELY received by Aussie viewers and there are a few silly people trying to sneak a ride on its success. It drives me crazy! Just wanted to put it out there :p
On a seperate note, I woke up at 4.15am this morning to watch the FIFA World Cup final and I must say that I was just a tad bit disappointed by the fact that both teams had to resort to so much violence on the field in order to put adequate pressure on each other. And I thought the AFL and NRL here were bad! But all that aside, I was ecstatic that Fernando Torres played in the end, albeit for only about 10 minutes. It was all worth it after all. Viva Espana (♥Torres!)
Oh and on another seperate note, Wang Lee Hom has just released a song from his new album! I'm not sure what it means just yet, since it's in Mandarin and all, but I will and must obtain a translation soon. Squee!
A few reasons why I like watching this show:
- It always makes me hungry, so having dinner while watching this show is what I look forward to nearly everyday (sad, but true :p)
- It makes me want to cookcookcook/bakebakebake and has definitely pushed me to try a few things I would never have tried making (or even knew existed!)
- It has taught me sooooo many new things about how to appreciate certain types of food and how they are prepared.
This show has been HUGELY received by Aussie viewers and there are a few silly people trying to sneak a ride on its success. It drives me crazy! Just wanted to put it out there :p
On a seperate note, I woke up at 4.15am this morning to watch the FIFA World Cup final and I must say that I was just a tad bit disappointed by the fact that both teams had to resort to so much violence on the field in order to put adequate pressure on each other. And I thought the AFL and NRL here were bad! But all that aside, I was ecstatic that Fernando Torres played in the end, albeit for only about 10 minutes. It was all worth it after all. Viva Espana (♥Torres!)
Oh and on another seperate note, Wang Lee Hom has just released a song from his new album! I'm not sure what it means just yet, since it's in Mandarin and all, but I will and must obtain a translation soon. Squee!
Saturday, 26 June 2010
One drink later and I am still a Grandma...
So just 30 minutes ago I was in a (fairly hidden) bar in Melbourne discussing about how me and so many of my friends really are grandmas deep down inside.
It started off with us 4 girlfriends watching Sex and the City 2 (yes, I know a bit try hard right? 4 girls watching SATC2...) But it just so happened that it worked out that way. Then after the movie, one friend had to leave coz she was dead tired (she'd had her final exam this afternoon, so I can't blame her). So we called another friend to join us for a few drinks - turned us down because it was wet and cold out. Right. Who was she kidding? Grandma Rule #1 - don't use the same excuses your fellow grandma friends would use to wiggle out of similar situations i.e. don't give me the same damn excuse I would use on someone else I was too grandma to go out with! But that was alright because being grandmas ourselves, we understood where this friend of ours was coming from. So we opted not to pressure her into joining us because that would be just plain mean.
Walked to this well hidden and quite quiet wine bar and proceeded to get ourselves a drink each. Turns out that my apple cider, innocent as it sounds, was 2.9 standard drinks! Holy crap... How deceiving was that? Needless to say, I was as tipsy as the needle on a compass by the time I was halfway through that bottle of cider. (And the only reason why I could come up with that analogy of the compass needle is because I am still about as tipsy as said compass needle right now). And the only reason why I would be is because I've been staying at home all these weekends and my alcohol tolerance is right at ZERO. Hah. GRANDMA.
So alright, we were discussing the 'grandma' phenomenon that has seemed to have taken over the vast majority of my friends who are still uni students in Melbourne. Turns out that quite a lot of us make excuses to stay at home on a Friday night to watch all those classic rom coms that they show on Channel 7 rather than having to dress up to go for a night out in the city. Being the self-confessed grandma that I am, I must say that I totally have been there and done that :p And I would do it again and again and again. And really, how many people have done that exact same thing? Which brings me back to the question of just how many of us truly are grandmas deep down inside?
Is it really so bad to just want to stay home after a whole day out, and lie on your couch and munch on random deep fried crap and watch some brainless television? Haven't we done enough to deserve it? Do we really feel so insecure that we need to force ourselves to go out for a night of hard partaying just to remind ourselves that we still have what it takes to be 'happening' when all we really want to do is snuggle up in bed and sleep? I'm quite proud to say that my friends and I came to a wonderful compromise of choosing to relax at a bar (only half grandma!) and just chat and catch up rather than choosing to be either extremely try hard and to go clubbing at a super packed club or be extremely grandma and just stay home.
At this point, I'm not so sure where this post is headed. But I figured, it's high time I voiced out my opinion of something that I do actually feel needs to be put out there, before I forget. So I will stop here now. Hopefully in another 30 minutes I will be alright too cook up a Maggi mee goreng and just laze in my 'reading corner' Grandma style :)
C'mon, grandma or not, you have to admit that doing just that is one of the best feelings in the world?!
It started off with us 4 girlfriends watching Sex and the City 2 (yes, I know a bit try hard right? 4 girls watching SATC2...) But it just so happened that it worked out that way. Then after the movie, one friend had to leave coz she was dead tired (she'd had her final exam this afternoon, so I can't blame her). So we called another friend to join us for a few drinks - turned us down because it was wet and cold out. Right. Who was she kidding? Grandma Rule #1 - don't use the same excuses your fellow grandma friends would use to wiggle out of similar situations i.e. don't give me the same damn excuse I would use on someone else I was too grandma to go out with! But that was alright because being grandmas ourselves, we understood where this friend of ours was coming from. So we opted not to pressure her into joining us because that would be just plain mean.
Walked to this well hidden and quite quiet wine bar and proceeded to get ourselves a drink each. Turns out that my apple cider, innocent as it sounds, was 2.9 standard drinks! Holy crap... How deceiving was that? Needless to say, I was as tipsy as the needle on a compass by the time I was halfway through that bottle of cider. (And the only reason why I could come up with that analogy of the compass needle is because I am still about as tipsy as said compass needle right now). And the only reason why I would be is because I've been staying at home all these weekends and my alcohol tolerance is right at ZERO. Hah. GRANDMA.
So alright, we were discussing the 'grandma' phenomenon that has seemed to have taken over the vast majority of my friends who are still uni students in Melbourne. Turns out that quite a lot of us make excuses to stay at home on a Friday night to watch all those classic rom coms that they show on Channel 7 rather than having to dress up to go for a night out in the city. Being the self-confessed grandma that I am, I must say that I totally have been there and done that :p And I would do it again and again and again. And really, how many people have done that exact same thing? Which brings me back to the question of just how many of us truly are grandmas deep down inside?
Is it really so bad to just want to stay home after a whole day out, and lie on your couch and munch on random deep fried crap and watch some brainless television? Haven't we done enough to deserve it? Do we really feel so insecure that we need to force ourselves to go out for a night of hard partaying just to remind ourselves that we still have what it takes to be 'happening' when all we really want to do is snuggle up in bed and sleep? I'm quite proud to say that my friends and I came to a wonderful compromise of choosing to relax at a bar (only half grandma!) and just chat and catch up rather than choosing to be either extremely try hard and to go clubbing at a super packed club or be extremely grandma and just stay home.
At this point, I'm not so sure where this post is headed. But I figured, it's high time I voiced out my opinion of something that I do actually feel needs to be put out there, before I forget. So I will stop here now. Hopefully in another 30 minutes I will be alright too cook up a Maggi mee goreng and just laze in my 'reading corner' Grandma style :)
C'mon, grandma or not, you have to admit that doing just that is one of the best feelings in the world?!
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