“You don’t have to know you’re going to die before you start living.”

You can either sit in the basement and wait. OR you can get out there and do some crazy stuff.

It’s really simple. Life is about making people happy. Sometimes you have to learn it the hard way.

I want to be remembered as the kid who went down fighting. And didn’t really lose.


Sunshine and Versatile Blogger Award

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I was nominated by http://fictionalien.wordpress.com/ AND http://bethsbrilliantbooks.wordpress.com/!

Thank you so much 😀

I nominate these blogs for the award:

1. http://lifeislikeadumpling.wordpress.com/

2. http://corruption5.wordpress.com/

3. http://mselenalevontraveling.com/

4. http://bethnyland.com/

5. http://5kidswdisabilities.com

The Rules!

Post the logo above

Accept the nomination and link back to the blog that nominated you

Share seven things about yourself

Nominate blogs and inform them of the nomination

Seven facts about me!

1. I am a chocoholic but I don’t like chocolate ice cream.

2. I’ve never had a long term pet.

3. My tongue can reach the tip of my chin.

4. I want to have a white BMW when I grow up.

5. I prefer to live in the city. PARIS, MILAN, MELBOURNE (Will be visiting Melby next week – can’t wait!!!)

6. My favourite colour will always be pink. Yes, I’m fiercely loyal.

7. I often ask people: Why? What do you think? I guess I’m more interested in the WHY more than anything else.

What’s the best thing that ever happened to you?

I asked this question in Omegle.com… interesting replies!

Stranger 1: Died for three seconds.

Stranger 2: Discovered meditation. I know have the ability to feel happy.

Stranger 3: Got hit by a car and skipping school.

Stranger 4: Finished chemo therapy.

Stranger 5: This conversation.

Stranger 6: This website.

Stranger 7: I crashed through a window in high school. Got some cool scars. And it didn’t hurt that much.

Stranger 8: Erm. Nothing realllyyyy.

Stranger 9: Getting laid.

Stranger 10: Hasn’t happened yet. But I know what it’ll be. The day I DIE. (then disconnects)


How come you didn’t go back to university to get your Law degree when Mr Smith finished his degree?

I was gutless. I was gutless.

What do you mean?

I didn’t have the courage.

But why?

I will probably… never find out the answer to that question!

That’s sad. That is so sad.

But it worked out well, I suppose.

And you’re happy, right?




There I was admiring this amazing human being, who was my English teacher and my mentor in Year 12, only to find out that her career aspiration was never fulfilled or rather, she had the intellect but lacked the tenacity to pursue it when she was younger.

I remember when I asked her to be my mentor. I wasn’t in any of her classes. I met her briefly and talked to her a few times because she coordinated the debating teams.

Would you be willing to be my mentor?

(I was expecting a “NO, because I don’t know you!”)

(Genuinely surprised) Oh, I’d be honoured… But I don’t have you in any of my classes!

Yes… but you’re the kind of woman that I aspire to be.

She smiled whilst instinctively placing her right hand over her chest – a nice gesture of appreciation.

A few moments later, that smile turned into a cheeky grin. Suddenly without effort, she hints exactly why she should be my mentor.

Well, that’s because you don’t know me. (laughs)

And she was right with one thing – I didn’t know her. But somehow I knew that she should be my mentor. It was intuition, instinct or gut feeling, whatever you want to call it. It was an irrational decision but it’s something that I will always be grateful for… that I was crazy enough to do it.

She is not some fictional character in a novel. She is not perfect. She is human and humans are flawed. She’s been through a lot*, you see. She has scars to prove it.

I remained in contact with her for various ashamedly selfish reasons but number one in my list is that I see her as my mentor for life both literally and figuratively. Plus, I feel like we’ve become friends too. So what if she’s sixty something?

It was an immense privilege to meet her. It worked out well indeed!

*I will write more about her story in time.

Do you have a mentor? Share your story with me!