$310 million to build city harvest- self glory?

Let me be upfront about my religious orientation. I believe in God and I don’t think there’s any problem with feeling proud about your religion and glorifying it. What I don’t agree with or believe in is the self indulgence. of extravagant spending.

What truly angers me is this:
If you see a handicapped musician playing in the underpass, do you stop by to donate your change to them? Your answer is more often than not, no.
Now, imagine all the commuters passing this man, there is a huge chance a couple of these commuters are from city harvest. What are the chances of them donating?

Now, pray tell the difference between having the grandest church through donations and aiding the poor and under privileged for 1/3 the amount or less.

Self glory for a grand church on a pretext of a loving and kind religion? Don’t even claim it as that because its just offensive.

Season 3 of “The Real Housewives of Orange County”

image from bravotv.com

Season 3 of “The Real Housewives of Orange County” (what a mouthful), was showing on cable and and I must say, it was quite entertaining. I laughed at bits not because it was funny but because it’s managed to fake happiness through all the diamonds, the yachts, the cash and the big houses.

At work, when I do meet people who are rich, people who buy big yachts over 2-3 million, they don’t appear to be as ridiculous as they are (or showy)- but well, it IS reality tv after all right. Reality TV which is really just a version of reality we want to see.

It just goes to show, no matter how much money you have, if you’re a screw-up, you’ll always be a screw up. hahaha…

Pretty good Health Advice

Of late, I realise I have huge calf muscles. I attribute it to my style of walking (and I might be over-using my calf muscles and not my thigh muscles) and have posted my question in forums- hopefully an answer will fly my way soon.

On the same note, I came across this site from msn by accident and realise that it contains quite a number of useful information in keeping fit and healthy.

For most people out there, (or at least the people I know), being healthy is almost like an achievement and something to work towards- versus part of daily life. If I start talking about what I don’t eat, or resisting “bad” foods, they start to make funny faces at me and say things like, “you’re such a health freak!”

Nonetheless, I maintain that being healthy should be part of daily life because we only have one life, and I certainly don’t want to be at 80 and not being able to walk or trying to fight an illness. For sure, sh*t happens and sometimes people do fall terminally ill through no fault of theirs (i.e they are relatively healthy; no smoking, no drinking, no excessive diet habits), but as much as possible, I can TRY my best to live a healthy and fruitful life… That’s all I’m saying!

Check out this site for some useful, practical tips on exercising, foods to look out for etc.

http://healthandfitness.sympatico.msn.ca/Home/Home

Back in Sydney

We’ll see if we can find ourselves once again in this bustling city…

Unsure of how to face tomorrow’s departure.

Sometimes I feel that with the choices we make, thinking that it’s for the better, thinking that it’s the right decision, ends up being extremely painful and very emotional.

Coming home left me feeling extremes of helplessness, joy, sadness, panic…

Came home and first thing was the greeting from my dog… will not forget how happy she was and she pee-d because she couldn’t stop wagging her tail. It almost brought me to tears just seeing that.

Then looking at how fast my brother and sister grew. My brother is almost as tall as me.

We left for HK soon after and Moochie was so sad that she brought all the toys to her bed. (She never used to do that.)

Throughout my entire trip, I’ve been busy running around trying to sort out administrative horrors in our flat application and also meeting up with friends.

Last night, my brother came back telling me that he was sad… and bored with school and don’t have any interest…

He cried sporadically… and I couldn’t find out the real reason until much later. He said that he felt sad that I’ll be leaving tomorrow.

Today, he couldn’t stop crying from time to time. It breaks my heart to see him like this. Previously when I left, my sister couldn’t stop crying for a week.

My mum tells me that Moochie stood by the door for the first week I left. Waiting and didn’t eat much.

Just a moment ago, I took out my luggage to my room so that I can start packing. Packing in the day with my siblings around would make things worse.

When Moochie saw my luggage, she ran to me, wagging her tail furiously and kept licking me while jumping on me to hug her.

I really don’t know what else to say except the fact that I’m not sure how many people will empathise with me. It is a very difficult thing for me to leave everything behind and no matter how much crying, it’s just no use. Your heart just aches.

Not sure how to view tomorrow’s departure at the airport.

The last time my dad sent me off, I tried so hard not to cry as I waved goodbye. As I gave my passport to the customs, tears just fell uncontrollably. The customs officer gave me a tissue nonchalantly. Maybe it’s usual practice for him.

As I walked to my boarding gate alone, my vision was so blurred with tears, I had to go to the bathroom to cry.

I left so that we can find better experiences, adapt to a new culture, see new things, be a better person out of this.

I’m not so sure I became a better person, but I did become a sadder one.

le temps perdue

I’ve lost my desire and passion in blogging. My fingers don’t listen to me anymore. But it’s all in my head… as long as someone can pry it open and record it down…

That might an idea for new age blogging. Instant translation of thought to text.

Korean Drama- On Air!!

It took me about a couple of months to finish this Korean drama, “On Air”.

It was quite ridiculous at first, but I’ve begin to really like it and I especially like the director in the show! Wah… he is so cool… Even when he is singing his karaoke moment, also so cool.

women are like?

Tonight, it struck me that women are like plants. To be taken care of, and to look good, to love. Easy on the eye.

These plants need to feel needed and are there for owners to be proud of. Whether it is to flaunt or to admire, to care or to love, they are needed. they are reassured and treated the way precious plants should be treated and is always guarded from a distance or near just to make sure no one is a plant stealer.

but once u remove that attention and care, the plants dies very quickly. Wilting to an ugly plant… as unattractive as they feel inside. their owners no longer needing to be proud of, or to flaunt or to guard fiercely. it is as if now their owner can live with any kind of plant and not just the special one.

Reducing your carbon footprint

I’ve mentioned in one of my previous posts about why I like Sydney, is the green consciousness and the fact that there are just so many EASY ways to make that differences. Why I say, “EASY” in capital, is because, you CAN be green anywhere, but how convenient and how easy it is, is another story, increasing the possibility of people actually going green.

Apart from the usual conscious effort to separate recyclables from garbage in the daily trash, here’s what we got over the weekend!

Even the plastic bag is enviro friendly!!

The future is… bright?

This just goes to show… you can’t see into the future!