Burning Bridges

We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered. 

 

It’s like the smoke has fogged up the path in front of me and I can’t tell where it is taking me…

The Big Move

I’m a true believer of the saying “anything can happen”. And indeed anything can.

So I was in Perth last month packing my bags for a short trip home but here I am today – job secured and accommodation on the way in the Lion City.

No doubt it’s been brewing in my mind for a bit. It’s a crazy move. Silly to say the least. Everyone asks me why. Isn’t Perth a good place? Don’t you like it there?

Well, i don’t just like Perth. I think i love it. It’s been the place I’ve called home for the past 6 years and every bit of my time there has been etched in memory. I would have happily settled down there and not regret it. But alas, I think there are other things which I love as well. I guess theres no one reason why I decided to move. Closer to the family? A new chapter in life? Time for a challenge?

So theres no turning back now. I am very grateful to have had job offers so quickly and sort of even started a bidding war. Everything within a week! Just got to get accommodation sorted and fingers cross have my visa approved.

Sometimes at night when all the noises of the day have dissipated I start to think to myself – if i would regret this. Or if I’ve made the worse mistake of my life. I guess only time will tell!

So for the most part of the last month I’ve been back home in Kuching. Been catching up with people I haven’t seen since Form 5. Sometimes when we’re all sitting and talking about life I can’t help thinking about the path we’ve all decided to take. Surely, if given the chance, we might have done some things differently? Some of us married, with child, getting married, getting new jobs, changing careers…but we’re all still finding ourselves…do we ever stop?

If anything, I’ve started believing in myself a little more. The emails from parents and students – it feels like I’ve actually done something right. I guess its true – you don’t know what you’ve got until you’ve lost it. I’ve been very lucky at my last job. A boss I respect, trust and loved. Colleagues equally as awesome.

I only hope life has something good in store for all of us.

Like I said, only time will tell.

Foodbank

Dumpster-diving. Seriously, wtf right. So a couple of weeks ago i followed a friend dumpster-diving. No, i wasn’t starving. I wasn’t short of cash. I wasn’t crazy. I just wanted to see for myself the debate behind it.

Broccoli stems. White bread which hasn’t expired albeit a little stale. Apples which looked a bit brown but still perfectly edible. All in the bin.

It didn’t seem like much to me at first but then i got home and started googling and did a bit of research and what i read bugged me for a few days after. More than 4 million tonnes of food is thrown out every year – in Australia alone. Farmers and growers throw out tonnes of produce each week because they’re “off-spec” and supermarkets refuses to stock them. An apple with a little brown bit, watermelon with seeds, grapes with seeds – we all look for seedless fruits these days…what we might not know is that those longish watermelons with seeds are the males and the seedless round ones are the females. If we all choose seedless ones, the demand for those longish ones drops and they’re left on the farm to be ploughed. Ps those watermelon with seeds are actually sweeter and more flavourful than the female ones.

Now i must admit. I pick my fruits and vegetables before i buy them. Do you? I make sure they look perfect – no blemishes, no thrips.

We have organisations like Foodbank and OzHarvest trying to salvage all the still perfectly edible food and giving them to the needy – but is this enough?

To be honest, i don’t know the point of me blogging this. Its just been on my mind thats all.

Chance Encounters

You never know when or where you’ll meet someone that will change your life forever. And I don’t mean a significant other or a partner although that does play a very big part. I’m talking about strangers, people who we may or may not see ever again.

We meet new people all the time. The little things they do or say can change us. We may think differently, or act differently but just think…you could be changing someone’s life without even knowing it.

Pulled Pork

Pulled pork. Where do I begin? So awesome it deserves a title on the blog lol.

Now I cook often, have cooked quite a bit..but this has to be the most awesome thing I’ve ever made.

You see, it took 3 days for me to finish this. Brined a 4kg pork shoulder for 2 days, made a dry rub and roasted the baby for 13 hours. Yep, 13 hours. I slept, woke up and slept again.
The meat was falling apart by the end of it but oh so juicy. Spent a few good minutes pulling it apart.

We’ve had it with wraps, by itself, with rice, rolls and made pulled pork nachos topped with hot salsa and guacamole.

Omg. The house smells amazing. Every bite so tender and the rub is the most amazing thing ever it doesn’t even need sauce!

Anyways on a totally different note, have finally found someone to take over my Mondays. No more working six days a week!

This week have been nothing but amazing. Another three days of work before a 2 and a half weeks break.

Plans made. Countdown begins.

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Lazy Sunday Arvo

The household is taking an afternoon nap, the duck(dinner) is braising away, dessert is chilling in the fridge and the laundry is hung on the clothes line. There’s nothing else to do except..well..blog. Even the movie tonight has been picked – all ready for the little get together tonight.

I’ve been trying to get to bed by 1am – for 21 days consecutively. Well they say it takes 21 days to change a habit. Can’t say I’ve been very successful but I have been sleeping considerably earlier..till last night. Been a while since I stayed up late and chatted till nearly 6 in the morning. Feel horrible today but in a way I haven’t felt this chilled out either. Can’t be bothered going out!

2 more weeks to the holidays. Hell yeah.

Being A Music Teacher

I’ve NEVER in my life wanted to be a music teacher. I love music – listening, playing.. As far as being passionate about it I think I am. When I left high school I didn’t do music because I didn’t want to be a music teacher.

So what have I been doing for the past 3.5 years?!

I started this job with the intention of earning some extra cash while at uni. It pays well, is relatively ‘easy’ and it’s music related.

It’s not till today..3.5 years later I wake up and think. You know what? There’s so much more to being a music teacher than meets the eye.

I’m glad that my parents and sister encouraged me when I was younger to see through it. I mean, music vs computer games…any kid would choose the latter right? A kid wouldn’t see the importance of it. But now.. Being able to relate to music. I think it’s a gift.

You listen to something classical and you hear the story a composer 200 years ago was trying to portray. You listen to a pop song and you hear the (four) chords used. Being able to sit on the piano and play something when you’re feeling shitty. I only wish my students would be able to do that in the future.

I think I’m starting to enjoy the challenges. Having to build a rapport with each student and instil some passion in them. It’s some how very rewarding.

And now I’ve started therapy…the wonders that music brings is beyond words. The heartache and pain it brings is another story for another day.

Anyways point is, if one day, a few months/years from now I’m hating what I’m doing..I hope I’ll read this entry and remember why I fell in love with it.

To be honest, I’m scared. I’m scared I’ll forget the joy it brings. I’m scared I’ll end up hating it and hating myself for doing it for so long and passing up other opportunities along the way.

Scared…