Cumulus

All time favorite joint in town.

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Suit Up

It’s not often that I come across a dapper-looking gent in my work area , so when I saw one in my local coffee shop today, I was quite surprised. What struck me the most was his colorful socks and a tiny red pin on his left breast. I love how he put these extra details to his overall outfit. Sometimes the smallest things make the biggest difference 👌

The Moral Bucket List

“Commencement speakers are always telling young people to follow their passions. Be true to yourself. This is a vision of life that begins with self and ends with self. But people on the road to inner light do not find their vocations by asking, what do I want from life? They ask, what is life asking of me? How can I match my intrinsic talent with one of the world’s deep needs?”
The Moral Bucket List

Easter this year was profoundly contemplative for me. Things that worked out, things that weren’t meant to be, things that had to happen; all started to make sense.

The past 12 months have been tough; probably the toughest period in my life to date. Yet, so satisfyingly rich. Never have I ever learnt so much about myself, about living, about courage, than in the fleeting 365 days that just passed. And for that, I wouldn’t have wanted to redo it any other way.

Our life is a constant work in progress anyway. The only question that we can ask each time we’re faced with a situation is this: “What is this here to teach me?”

You’ll be surprised at how much you can smile at the end of the day.

Buon appetito

It’s been a quiet Easter for me this year. My 4-day weekend was spent mostly at home, doing some chores, watching Friends and going to church. One thing that I found interesting was how similar the weather was to a particular Easter Sunday last year. Why I remembered it precisely is a story for another day.
Amidst my chillax, sweatpants & jumper-wearing days, I managed to arrange a mini catch up with a few old friends from my earlier Melbourne days.
We originally wanted to go to DOC Pizza in Carlton, but unfortunately they were closed (silly billy us didn’t bother to check their Easter trading hours at all). So we decided to make a quick detour and went to Kaprica instead. It turned out to be a really great alternative for our mini reunion. One friend actually said that he liked the pizza more than DOC’s (#winning). We stuffed ourselves with Queensland prawns with garlic and chilli, clam fetuccine, pizzas (smoked salmon with fish roe, prosciutto and shrooms), tiramisu and mini tarts tonight. (Plus a short mandatory Yo-Chi sesh afterwards. Yaasss!)
I’ve been missing home so badly these past few months. I’m grateful that I still have people in this city that somewhat help me overcome those quiet moments. These bunch are one of ‘em.