tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12901608739624671492024-02-22T05:04:47.209+11:00Ninja-ing my way through lifeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922noreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290160873962467149.post-27303705941297811322012-04-05T23:45:00.002+10:002012-04-06T01:51:09.217+10:00A new beginning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.truemylens.blogspot.com/"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI5mJrDkTX4dbR9zYqoKTEr2BWbMtujRsxxyh9-7iA4N_VJkmI08NuWtu1d_L4iuBSV3QLbtr9LZtnXzIV6Eugv8AzNoy9PXDbHyB5gbrrYHRkmYsUEONLJ78lhG5gj1FCK25snrdOSts/s1600/Capture.PNG" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Yes, I'm guilty as charged. I have left this blog for almost a month now, but wait, I have my reasons! With the new year rolling in, I've been a bit busy, and been going out way more than I've planned (and visiting lovely places like the above). I'm also going to launch my new exciting blog soon, so I'll be sure to keep you posted! I hope everyone's been well and I'd like to take this opportunity to thank all of you who come and visit my blog regularly, follow me and taking the time to read my posts. You guys are awesome.<br />
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With just a matter of minutes before the new year kicks in, I would like to reflect upon 2011. This year, many things have happened in my life - some I've blogged about, some I haven't, and many that will continue to linger in my mind in the years to come. I've made mistakes, made regrets, but most of all, I've made memories. Maybe twenty years down the road I won't remember exactly what year it was that <a href="http://michryn.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-was-last-time-you-did-something.html">I learned to play guitar</a>, or <a href="http://michryn.blogspot.com/search/label/Kota%20Kinabalu">experienced all sorts of amazing in my trip back to my hometown</a> or when the city <a href="http://michryn.blogspot.com/2011/10/city-is-growing-on-me.html">started to grow on me</a>, but I will remember them.<br />
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And maybe when I grow old, I'll tell my 984546523 grandchildren about that time when I came home to <a href="http://michryn.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-bird-flies-into-your-house-and.html">bird poo in my room</a>, my <a href="http://michryn.blogspot.com/search/label/city%20love">lovely ventures in Melbourne</a> and <a href="http://michryn.blogspot.com/2011/11/completely-endearing-train-ride.html">how a kid changed my mind</a> about a few things. At times I have been <a href="http://michryn.blogspot.com/2011/11/lesson-taught-lesson-learnt.html">down</a>, but overall, I'm going to label 2011 a good year.<br />
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Happy New Year, everyone. Let's bring on 2012 and kick some ass.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290160873962467149.post-22595583111015279712011-12-21T09:56:00.008+11:002011-12-21T10:23:31.960+11:00christmas is in the air<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQhIIxQ-_AsSoX_MJDpsJO3pa_XpQa2fjgikAHR3TVNGtGD5-re6fb7jchYoargsyF3jZKUIv8AvS7oFBK4R99npUBq6eC8DPLWEE_kQ5TuFceUbuXE-PqBOeeDhdh94fMeqmHHiMYdRM/s1600/IMG_0344.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQhIIxQ-_AsSoX_MJDpsJO3pa_XpQa2fjgikAHR3TVNGtGD5-re6fb7jchYoargsyF3jZKUIv8AvS7oFBK4R99npUBq6eC8DPLWEE_kQ5TuFceUbuXE-PqBOeeDhdh94fMeqmHHiMYdRM/s1600/IMG_0344.JPG" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Inspired by <a href="http://www.thedaybookblog.com/2011/12/wish-list-2.html">this</a> and also by request, I put together this quick wishlist of mine for Christmas. Now, I'm the type of person that would never really willingly let another person spend money on presents for me, so creating this list was challenging, but nonetheless, it was fun.</div><br />
1 // <a href="http://www.kikki-k.com/shop/product/words-to-inspire/">Words to Inspire notebook</a> from kikki.k</div><div style="text-align: left;">2 // <a href="http://www.officeworks.com.au/retail/products/Office-Supplies/Christmas-Supplies/Kris-Kringle-Gifts/UE115376">Jumbo Alarm Clock</a></div><div style="text-align: left;">3 // <a href="http://www.dymocks.com.au/ProductDetails/ProductDetail.aspx?R=9781742375625#.Tugqklbhcao">Life Without Limits</a> by Nick Vujicic<br />
4 // A gorgeous small indoor plant for my bedroom<br />
5 // <a href="http://www.ikea.com/au/en/catalog/products/10089431/">Kroby table lamp</a> from IKEA<br />
6 // <a href="http://shop.cottonon.com/gift-cards/#">Gift card</a> from Typo</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290160873962467149.post-24764680276231733542011-12-01T09:38:00.001+11:002011-12-01T11:01:07.423+11:00Thankful<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Also thankful for good health, great job, gorgeous weather, rare sleep and the ability to see, touch, taste and listen, and pretty much my life.<br />
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Thank you, I'm eternally grateful. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290160873962467149.post-79398074283789133692011-11-30T16:50:00.001+11:002011-11-30T17:30:42.864+11:00Lesson taught, lesson learnt.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Despite the title of today's post, there are lessons which can't be taught. While we can go to school and learn what two plus two equals or our abc's, there are just lessons which can't be taught. We have to experience, feel and learn them. Sometimes the things we 'learn' aren't the things we don't know, but rather things that we need reminding of. They're important, just like knowing our abc's.</div>
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Today, in between work, Mum and I visited an ex-colleague who has been battling with Stage 5 cancer for the past year. He looked so different from the last time I remembered him. There were a few people talking to us and himself - the social worker, a lady from the paliative care and his doctor. His condition was worsening, and he probably only has a few months left. Even though I haven't known him all my life, and only through the last year working with the company, it was heartbreaking to know that in a few months, he won't be here in our world anymore.</div>
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He's a funny guy, who used to joke all the time, and make all of us laugh. He has a great sense of humour, and.. my heart swells a little thinking about him and all he's suffered due to cancer. No, my heart swells a lot. I've come to terms when I was about ten that everyone dies, but it's a completely different thing watching someone who was once a laughing, joking guy become so weak. </div>
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Life is so darn precious, I've always known that. And today, I was so, point blank, reminded of that. We need to live life. More importantly, we need to take good care of ourselves. We need to become the people we want to be. Live beyond not only others' expecations, but our own. Lessons taught, lessons learnt.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290160873962467149.post-55272275567708450892011-11-27T23:55:00.001+11:002011-11-28T00:48:55.769+11:00the weird and wicked<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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- You never know quite how awesome you are until you give yourself a triple paper cut. <br />
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- Realising then of what an enormous clutzy missy you are.<br />
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- A lovely afternoon with absolutely lovely pancakes, with of course, absolutely lovely people to match.<br />
- The just-on-time rainy days, with the beautiful swish swash sound of tires.<br />
- The ahhh moments when having absolutely glorious coffee.<br />
- Watching the little one on rollerskates, being oh so proud of herself.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290160873962467149.post-50551675686041928082011-11-18T00:31:00.000+11:002011-11-18T00:31:16.389+11:00A completely endearing train ride<div style="text-align: left;">
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This little wonder was a little boy, sitting in front of me, with his legs outstretched, looking out the window. He was wearing a red hat, and had this wonderous look on his face. He was waiting for the train to go, repeatedly asking his granddad when it would go. He was so excited. Then the train started to move. And at every station we stopped, he would say, "This is our station, Pa!" or "We live here, let's get off!" His granddad would remind him that they're not supposed to get off.</div>
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Throughout the train ride, he kept asking his granddad questions. He would ask, "why?" or "how" or "really?". Repeatedly. I couldn't hear his granddad's voice, but I could hear quite clearly the curiosity ringing in his voice with each of his questions. And I loved that so much. I loved his burning curiosity for every little small detail. He was so curious, and I can't help but love that. It was just so darn endearing.</div>
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It's no secret that I love kids, but this wasn't it. I realised that I miss being curious. I miss wanting to know about everything, just for the sake of it. I miss feeling like I'm on the top of the world, instead of feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. I've forgotten what it felt like. I've forgotten what it's like to ask questions all the time. To be a kid. I realised I lost that somewhere down the road.</div>
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At the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of the '11th year', many of us today paused for a minute of silence to remember those who sacrificed their lives and left their loved ones in the service for their country. Today we remember those soldiers who have suffered and died in the line of duty during the World War I. Today we commemorate the day of the official end of WWI ninety three years ago.</div>
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Seriously though, I don't recall putting people's houses on fire lately, or tripping people over on purpose, so it can't be karma. Yes, you may laugh at my expense. Really, I don't mind.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290160873962467149.post-64841365326951478272011-10-31T12:10:00.000+11:002011-10-31T12:14:40.634+11:00Learning from little kiddies, everyday.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There are a few, actually. One, because they find everything so fascinating. Two, because they just say whatever they want whenever they want. Three, the way food dribbles off their mouth when they start to eat solids. Four, they ask the most innocent questions and see everything so simply. I love that. I'm not about to go all, 'my life is so complicated, I wish I was a kid' on you, but hanging with youngins makes me feel all warm inside. I love them for a thousand reasons, and a thousand more.</div>
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On the weekend, after giving her a piano lesson, my beautiful four-year-old cousin Phoebe asked me, in all seriousness, "Do you know your abc's?" Smiling, I answered, "Yes, sweeheart I do." She seemed very surprised and challenged me, "Well, do you know all of them?" I was so tempted to say no, just so she could be happy that she knew so much more than me.</div>
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With her sitting on my lap, we talked, and there was nothing more that could have made me happier after a full day of work. We just talked, and laughed, and laughed more. She's the type of girl I would've been proud to call a sister. She's the type of girl that any girl would be happy to have for a friend. She is, time and time again, the type of girl that charms her way into the heart of my heart; with her beautiful, colourful personality, she paints me with such clarity, with all kinds of colours. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290160873962467149.post-83771508938632729652011-10-24T22:45:00.001+11:002011-10-26T16:18:30.677+11:00Angels-Demons Parade in Melbourne<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Right now, if you walk along Swanston Street in Melbourne, you will see these Angels-Demons sculptures displayed. On the day of these shots, some were given the finishing touches (hence the barriers), being unveiled to the Melbourne public for the first time. The imagery these sculptures represent are quite something, aren't they? According to this <a href="http://melbournefestival.com.au/program/production?id=3712">website</a> I came across, they represent the forces of "light" and "darkness". What do you think? I sure haven't seen anything like this before.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290160873962467149.post-16967974761945051842011-10-22T00:59:00.001+11:002011-10-22T01:01:43.946+11:00the city is growing on me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2awXTjOq5SeqY5XqGMYOho4zc4tGqXigI5eDzUOXL39HG3pYqHN2v0vbbx2ReYFd9g6KKlnfKQo_WkzgJx7R-P2pZgBxdq8zgt88vmQ2JOyNFS3-n-87qyJ1CUXj8B2MXfSa728kwZCg/s1600/4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2awXTjOq5SeqY5XqGMYOho4zc4tGqXigI5eDzUOXL39HG3pYqHN2v0vbbx2ReYFd9g6KKlnfKQo_WkzgJx7R-P2pZgBxdq8zgt88vmQ2JOyNFS3-n-87qyJ1CUXj8B2MXfSa728kwZCg/s1600/4.JPG" /></a> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ZbOqzpYpsfxDIqeQRRjgQufrvm5F1gKZk1L0MHrIKe2cd8mV_XTeYzm9keTmMNBPijwqZE7SVd4YnSy_PTZel5zdccIINg_wCFQISZGLeX_wq1t3pC9W2PHXO3wRKB91gznv0Pgwaz0/s1600/5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ZbOqzpYpsfxDIqeQRRjgQufrvm5F1gKZk1L0MHrIKe2cd8mV_XTeYzm9keTmMNBPijwqZE7SVd4YnSy_PTZel5zdccIINg_wCFQISZGLeX_wq1t3pC9W2PHXO3wRKB91gznv0Pgwaz0/s1600/5.JPG" /></a><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">I'm not going to lie, I used to dread the every-now-and-then trips to the city. I preferred quiet, and was much happier in my own home more than anything else. But going down to the city once a week for work has somehow opened my eyes to see more. Somewhere along the lines of the gorgeous architecture and lovely parks and children running around and having fun, I'm beginning to wonder why I disliked the city so much once upon a time, because it's growing on me.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290160873962467149.post-92140716012242912342011-10-13T17:33:00.002+11:002011-10-13T17:35:36.969+11:00Why do people do what they do?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjID9o9E9_m3ThD5VrE7J3-8LDb1Z8CMZAmV0Zym4iQWEZAqxRU04yyWlgGmjXu97ypjOgGwvXCmTycPvo58GVyN3RuOUIjk1iEdND56wjpEIAJiBqrRngOwZKUu-OhmEWgtUVAApESOyk/s1600/DSC02927.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjID9o9E9_m3ThD5VrE7J3-8LDb1Z8CMZAmV0Zym4iQWEZAqxRU04yyWlgGmjXu97ypjOgGwvXCmTycPvo58GVyN3RuOUIjk1iEdND56wjpEIAJiBqrRngOwZKUu-OhmEWgtUVAApESOyk/s640/DSC02927.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
Sometimes it's hard to understand why people do what they do. The only thing we can do and should do is respect it, and find some ground of courage and move on. Some wait patiently for better understanding. And I'm not about to put my hands in the air and say that it's easy. We only <i>want to understand</i> because we <i>care</i>. Because it doesn't make sense. Once upon a time, or even now.<br />
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What's important is that sometimes they themselves don't know what they're doing. Yes, that's right. In a world where expectations weigh heavy on our shoulders, where feelings tend to overtake our better judgement, our actions sometimes don't make sense. And I'm finally able to say, "that's perfectly normal". We don't always do the right thing, follow common sense or treat people well. We do the wrong things, go against that part of our brain which spells common sense and take people for granted.<br />
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When we happen to be the receiver of the wrong things done, we ask, "What happened to the person I used to know?" Or when we're with a friend who's been hurt, we ask, "What did she do to deserve this?" We, and our friend, have two options: Stick around and wait patiently for the person we used to know to come back or move on. I would say the latter is wiser, but neither is easy, and it has to be done one way or the other.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290160873962467149.post-88968681517447298542011-10-07T11:51:00.013+11:002011-10-07T22:02:28.309+11:00Incredible two weeks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiccJGP_lKCTc4Ep5A9eqt3BPk1rPZqYDHNPc2r96AIwVvVnTILZyR_4MGbr8jQ7gSF1i4iPW64b0Wjn_ZFqh1Nrf-4HlUD1ddJBRLJxFmQcjI2Nl00-9UUZtkVaJhC3sz5vCRik6OoFcY/s1600/P1110818-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiccJGP_lKCTc4Ep5A9eqt3BPk1rPZqYDHNPc2r96AIwVvVnTILZyR_4MGbr8jQ7gSF1i4iPW64b0Wjn_ZFqh1Nrf-4HlUD1ddJBRLJxFmQcjI2Nl00-9UUZtkVaJhC3sz5vCRik6OoFcY/s640/P1110818-1.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>You know what's incredible?</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">- Four hours of sleep at a friend's place, a night of movie marathon and not feeling a slight bit tired at all. In fact feeling awesome. (No caffeine, I promise.)</div><div style="text-align: left;">- Having the best laughs with said friend.</div><div style="text-align: left;">- Going to a Lego Exhibition with two lovely girls, reliving one's childhood vicariously through it.</div><div style="text-align: left;">- Treating your mum to a movie (Crazy, Stupid, Love)<br />
- Realising that <i>that</i> is the best joy that comes out of working.</div><div style="text-align: left;">- Finally finishing that book you've never found time to read.</div><div style="text-align: left;">- The sweet sunsets and gorgeous afternoon walks among the crisp spring air.<br />
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And that, my friends, happened in the past two weeks. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>A few months ago, I came across this quote:</b><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote>If life is so short, why do we do so many things we don't like and like so many things that we don't do?</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;">It's true, and the simple answer is simple "because that's life". What a typical answer, but it's true. However, from then on, I unknowingly decided that I'll try to do things that I like as much as I can.<br />
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It's not easy. It's hard, because we only have so much time in a day, where we are supposed to so many things, which leaves little time for much else. Somehow I have found it to be possible, which is why we should treasure all the free time that we get. I really did these two weeks, and may these two weeks become a constant staple in my life.</div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290160873962467149.post-45419923466947962002011-09-28T15:07:00.002+10:002011-10-22T01:01:52.096+11:00Royal Melbourne Show!<div style="text-align: justify;">On a gorgeous day promising of warm sunshine, four friends met up and made our way to the Royal Melbourne Show, an annual event during spring break in Melbourne. Where all the kids go wild, even the older ones, spelling nothing short of adventure and fun. </div><br />
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Rusteze was the epitome of the coolest kid in town. He was quite the favourite with the youngins.<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">For someone who feels proud of herself when she bakes, say, a chocolate cake, imagine my 'lost for words' face when I saw these displayed. I assure you, they are nothing short of real.</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Sore feet and all, we had an absolutely great time at the end of the day. There is just <i>so much</i> to see, feel and hear at the Royal Melbourne Show. It's not just a kid's idea of heaven, but a great place for a day's out for anyone, of any age. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">With so many to choose from, my favourite part of the day was seeing these piggybacks from thoughtful daddies. I smiled as I heard one say to his child, "Now you can see everything, can't you?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<b>This week I:</b><br />
<div style="text-align: left;">- Experienced the most unpredictable of days. A thunderous night, followed by heavy, heavy rain in the morning, then sunny, then down comes to heavy rain again.</div><div style="text-align: left;">- Had a good solid six hours of sleep amongst the thunder and lightning. </div><div style="text-align: left;">- Walked home in the rain, drenched, realising I haven't felt so good in weeks.</div><div style="text-align: left;">- Loved the weather, until headaches decided to surface. Still, no complaints.</div><div style="text-align: left;">- Realised what a true gift being healthy is.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>And today:</b></div><div style="text-align: left;">- Marks the start to spring break.</div><div style="text-align: left;">- Oh, two weeks of break is just what I need. Am truly, truly grateful for it.</div><div style="text-align: left;">- Perhaps it's time that I give some thought to my <a href="http://michryn.blogspot.com/p/2011-bucket-list.html">bucket list</a>?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The photos featured in today's post were taken in the city. The first few were of the historic Royal Exhibition Building and the rest are of its lovely surroundings and the spacious area outside the Melbourne Museum.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290160873962467149.post-32904753116228320352011-09-16T00:23:00.004+10:002011-09-26T08:48:59.672+10:00What I've been up to<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgk5xZXoVAWo4LtsigS4s7Jva1ZQrn5t_3MqQud3Hzo2a2i2tqnCd4xWjhXi5VR_8cPEb5fw6bORz7qRW4rxLXXeZt6oGz6fHKqklS0ioOtDELn2xDtjdN-ER1zL2_18vvRnfSU4qLsc/s1600/nmwtl-001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWgk5xZXoVAWo4LtsigS4s7Jva1ZQrn5t_3MqQud3Hzo2a2i2tqnCd4xWjhXi5VR_8cPEb5fw6bORz7qRW4rxLXXeZt6oGz6fHKqklS0ioOtDELn2xDtjdN-ER1zL2_18vvRnfSU4qLsc/s640/nmwtl-001.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">1. Gorgeous architecture opposite Imax and the Melbourne Museum</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">2. On a morning walk before work in the city</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">3. Found a stack of old magazines and more when clearing out storage. To the recycling bin, you go.</div><div style="text-align: center;">4. With springtime on our side, bloomin' flowers sure make a great addition to one's day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Putting these pictures together has made me realise what a <i>colourful</i> week I've had. Not to say that it's outwardly different from other weeks, but looking at the photos, it's definitely made me reflect upon it. We haven't had the greatest weather here, in fact, just last week, we had a day where it started off with rain, then it was sunny, then it rained again, then the sunshine washed over, and not much later, the strong wind came by and gave us a sky full of clouds. I assure you, I am not exaggerating.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">True enough, I've had a good week. It's not often when you have the vivid (and warm) moonlight shining upon you, while you lie in bed, for the first time in months before one in the morning. <i>Both</i> at the same time. And then morning comes with the promise of a sunny day. Of course, it could be a <i>total letdown</i> due to the inborn genes of Melbourne, but hey, some sun is better than no sun.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Happy Friday friends. I hope you have a lovely, lovely weekend.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290160873962467149.post-62854183599251370792011-09-07T18:37:00.000+10:002011-09-07T18:37:26.054+10:00Cuckoo Restaurant, Melbourne<div style="text-align: justify;">Today, I went to Cuckoo Restaurant, a 'smorgasbord' restaurant at Olinda, among the Dandenong Ranges. With a little research, I discovered that a 'smorgasbord' is a <span class="st">type of Scandinavian meal served buffet-style. It was my first time at Cuckoo, and I absolutely loved it. </span></div><br />
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Can you believe that the picture above is of a painted landscape with houses, dolls, shrubs and the works beautifully positioned in front of the painting? True work of art, isn't it?</div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">I really enjoyed my time at Cuckoo. The food was great (I wish I could've taken more photos), and so were the people. There was a live band playing German folk music throughout our time there, and they were warm and outgoing people with a great sense of humour. The atmosphere was absolutely wonderful, and that's what I enjoyed most about my first time at Cuckoo today.<br />
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I would definitely head back there for the second time, and I truly recommend Cuckoo to those of you who may visit Melbourne in the future, or is a local but have never been to Cuckoo before. They may not be a five-star or the best German restaurant, but they definitely will give you a five star experience.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290160873962467149.post-63474780980162728292011-09-05T18:19:00.001+10:002011-09-05T18:22:25.376+10:00'Daddy daddy, that's Dora!'<div style="text-align: justify;">I was at the shampoo aisle, when a little boy behind me caught my attention. He was sitting in the trolley, his head turned one hundred and twenty degrees, and his index finger repeatedly pointing to the toothbrush rack. 'Daddy daddy, that's Dora!' he kept saying. He was so fixated on the toothbrush, and would not stop pointing to the "Dowa toothbrush!" until he got his dad's acknowledgment.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It wasn't soon after that he started pointing to a hair brush, and left the toothbrush entirely. It's amazing how kids can remain so fixated on something, but within a blink of an eye, their attention can switch entirely to something else. Sometimes we're not any different, centering our attention on <i>one thing</i> and becoming attached to it, but finding it hard to 'switch' to something else. That's the difficult part.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Regardless, watching the young man swing his head at his daddy, and being ever so persistent until he captured his daddy's attention, my heart just couldn't help it but go all warm and leap a little.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Winter is ending soon, and been really feelin' spring lately.. actually, it almost feels like summer today. Just a cool, summery day. The photo featured in today's post are blooming flowers of a plum tree, a discovery I made when I was walking around the neighbourhood and captured on my phone's camera.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">So yes, us Melbournians have been enjoying the great weather. For the land of unpredictable climate, I've got to say, I'm pretty impressed so far. Just looking out the window and seeing the sun makes one smile. A good day to go for a run, listen to feel good music and just have a look around. And what's there to see, I hear you ask? Well, for starters, the beautiful flowers blooming have absolutely got me. Gorgeous weather and beautiful surroundings. What else could one ask for?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I hope you've been having as good of a weekend as I have. Smile lots, don't hold back the laughs and if you're anything like me, who is infected by the great weather, throw your hands up and have fun.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290160873962467149.post-44034288293467733822011-08-19T19:42:00.000+10:002011-08-19T19:42:25.781+10:00I understand now, Mum.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipgi_KRFVdM3Rwa0yF12zpjSfN_-cm-eB6Ni70JJQ3CrCjQx5TUkIeUPJtvTU-QXJSt44QLwHWEVQlaGgFbfsGk2V7x0X34R6H4Ktv0WnATqJT5J9zJj7Vpq2N6jorp6dLGJ1sY8w8CBo/s1600/P1110292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipgi_KRFVdM3Rwa0yF12zpjSfN_-cm-eB6Ni70JJQ3CrCjQx5TUkIeUPJtvTU-QXJSt44QLwHWEVQlaGgFbfsGk2V7x0X34R6H4Ktv0WnATqJT5J9zJj7Vpq2N6jorp6dLGJ1sY8w8CBo/s640/P1110292.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do."<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Those were the words my mother said to me when I went to my first sleepover. At the time, I was quite confused and wondered why she would say such a thing. What would I do exactly? I didn't understand her. I considered myself a sensible kid, because I generally was. I was brought up right, and knew what was right, and what was wrong. I didn't understand her words.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Today, I understood. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">As I was walking past a primary school, I watched a dad drop his son off. He was helping his son with his bag, making sure that the flaps were correctly done. And then he talked to his son, laughing, and then gave his son an assuring pat on the shoulder, before he headed back to his car. I thought, <i>that was nice</i>. And then out of the blue, I was reminded of what my mother said years ago.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">It all came back to me, and it made sense. My mother watched me grow from a little baby who hated the bath but never cried (unless you're bathing her, of course), to a toddler who loved her abc's, then to a living and talking girl who grew to love her music and writing stories. Who loved her crayons and painting, although like her mother, she was really no good at art, but she gave it a go anyway. That was me, but I was growing up, and being my overprotective mum who watched me grow, she wanted me to act safe, so she gave me advice and hoped for the best.</div><br />
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</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>It's hard being a parent.</b> Each day, you send you child to school, and it's difficult because you don't have control over what happens at school. You go to work, and you hope for the best. Child is sick. You bring them to the doctor's, and sometimes you can't take the day off, so you spend the whole day worrying. It's hard, because there are so many things that you can't control. There are circumstances that you just have to accept and let it all work out. It's difficult, and I certainly don't envy my mother at times, especially when it came to camps and being away from home.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">I'm sorry that I worried you Mum, and I know that even as I grow older, you'll still worry for me. But I understand now. I understand now, Mum.</div><br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290160873962467149.post-11754199194861175682011-08-16T23:25:00.002+10:002011-08-17T00:10:46.366+10:0040 Hour Famine 2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjB5cOjA7H3zAnDByJlHaYF6JpNKMU9PwvQERuENv-BJ6J3U1owbkQpvCgUJphVWJUs6Vmlq0by-t46femWcN9r5C6TcbXFNnjXzaJmV2AcMCXZcCBUlR82JnVAGumnuvVT3bwxqFLghI/s1600/40+Hour+Famine+2011.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjB5cOjA7H3zAnDByJlHaYF6JpNKMU9PwvQERuENv-BJ6J3U1owbkQpvCgUJphVWJUs6Vmlq0by-t46femWcN9r5C6TcbXFNnjXzaJmV2AcMCXZcCBUlR82JnVAGumnuvVT3bwxqFLghI/s1600/40+Hour+Famine+2011.PNG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">my profile: <a href="http://www.40hf.com/michellekw">www.40hf.com/michellekw</a><br />
learn more about how the 40 Hour Famine <a href="http://www.worldvision.com.au/40HourFamine/GlobalHunger/where_funds_go.aspx">here</a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10765676356960591922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290160873962467149.post-33385006991381453312011-08-09T12:22:00.005+10:002011-08-09T16:01:26.822+10:00Favourite Close ups of FlowersI love taking close up shots of flowers wherever I go, and sometimes even my own backyard.<br />
Here are some of my favourite shots that I took recently:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was taken in Malaysia; I've always loved the sight of them when I was younger. They're everywhere.</td></tr>
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