The Power of Reinvention

Asking a recently MBA graduate friend what was here biggest take away from her degree, she replied:

“You have to be able to keep reinventing yourself.”

Huh.

Power of Reinvention

I felt like not only had I saved myself from 3 years of intense studies but more importantly a shitload of post graduate business management school fees.

There’s one make up accessory that has terrified me for years: Red lipstick.

Thinking that it’s only for beautiful, porcelain skin, I had convinced myself, there wasn’t a shade out there that would match this blah cocoa brown skin.

Instead, I stuck to the corporate, conservative nude colours while there was always a deep admiration for women who could pull it off.

I always marveled how my late beloved cousin, Rytha always wore it with such chic and a massive, electrifying smile. She had an air of confidence that only such vibrant lips could match that vivacious personality.  Anything less would do her warm, playful disposition an injustice.

How I miss that smile.

Currently heavily into this Mad Men addiction, gushing over the elegantly tailored frocks, hats and gloves of the glamorous early ’60’s, there is absolutely no avoiding quintessential velvet lips.

Feminism may have been non-existent but dang, those women knew their power of seduction in scarlet red.

As this motherhood gig presents itself with constant changes and figuring out ways to survive them, regressing to what’s most convenient and familiar becomes habitual.

Trying something new is too risky; too much of a laborious task.

Stuck in an unbreakable rut of predictable shades of brown and brown, I only had myself to blame.

A big thank you to the glamorous ladies at Champagne Cartel and their how to wear lipstick guide.  (Wear it when you’re vacuuming!!! You won’t regret it!)

The post was a quiet yet persistent voice whispering, “Do it, do it. DO IT!”

After much market research (also known as Priceline shopping), my Revlon Bold Matt (No.6) made its debut on the weekend.

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The lady at the local café noticed.  Along with endless compliments from Mr Surfer, even my little boy took an interest (“Mama, you got red lips. You bewdiful”).

Maybe make up is shallow, blindly expecting it to single handedly end the means of mundaneness.

But it was the weekend I picked up my confidence where I last left it; reminded of the undeniably sweet rewards from taking risks, no matter how small.

It’s time to take on the power of reinvention…starting with the lips.

 What’s your shade of lipstick? Do you change your lipstick often? What would you like to reinvent?

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Bringing Love to Ubud

Single and heartbroken, I first discovered Ubud 12 years ago.

Ubud 1

I was supposed to “have a rendevous” there but being the typical commitment phobe type that he was, my trip turned solo.  While it had the eat and pray aspects, the love didn’t come until much later (cue Mr Surfer).

Anyway, let bygones be just that.

The excitement hit great heights when Mr Surfer agreed that part of our Indonesia trip this year was going to include 9 nights in Bali’s art and cultural haven.

Roughly a 2 hour drive from Denpasar, Ubud is located inland and the polar opposite of the stereotypical tourist Bali with beaches and surf.  Think tranquil and serene.

And while it’s been 3 weeks since we’ve been back (wah!), here are some of the highlights of our time there.

Alam Jiwa:

Ubud 2

We arrived at Alam Jiwa, our hotel,  late at night so when I woke up early the next morning to have a proper survey of where we were actually staying, I couldn’t believe our luck.  Searching hours on tripadvisor.com for our ideal hotel certainly paid off!

Ubud is made up of various, surrounding villages, each having its own specialty in a particular craft.  Alam Jiwa was a complex with approximately 10 wooden bungalows and located in Nyuh Kuning Village, known for its woodcarving.

The mornings were spent taking a quiet walk around the lush, green rice paddys followed by a swim in the pool.  Then, we’d sit out on the balcony to enjoy a full breakfast of baskets of mixed bread, omelets, pancakes, fresh fruit salad, yoghurt and ginger tea.

One slight “inconvenience” was that there was no television. Really, it’s was just a first world problem.  However, it did make entertaining the twinions a little harder when the heat would hit its peak at mid afternoon and it was too hot to do anything outside.

Ubud 3

Camplung Sari Hotel:

An old family friend of ours happens to be the general manager at Camplung Sari Hotel.  Why we didn’t think of staying there? I don’t know. But I’m glad we took up the invitation to hang out there for the day.

Located right next to Ubud’s famous Monkey Forest, we found ourselves with quite a few “visitors”.

One happened to run off with one of the twinions’ floaties.  Well, grabbed it. Bit into it. Deflated it. THEN, ran off with it.  Another couple of monkeys started randomly doing their “business” in front of all us pool siders to witness.

Charming.

My husband – the man with the juvenile sense of humour – of course thought it was hilarious.  Just secretly, I may have had a smirk myself…while trying to cover my children’s eyes. Ahem.

 Monkey Forest:

Ubud 4

And while we’re on the topic of those little cheeky critters, Ubud’s main tourist attraction would have to be the Sacred Monkey Forest.

Serving as more of a park for where the monkeys can run loose, it’s a quick 10 minute walk from one end to the other.  But it will take longer as there are at least 600 monkeys to make friends with.  Most are cute but I was conscious that the boys didn’t get too close or touch them.

Regardless, it was probably the highlight for the twinions.  So much so, we went back at least another three times.

The Kayma  Spa:

Ubud 5

Ubud is packed with fantastic health and beauty spas.  But above all, they’re so cheap!

I picked up the pamphlet for Kayma Spa from the hotel counter and I’m so glad I did.  It ended up being an out of body experience.

I booked myself in for a 5 hour treatment which included a hot/cold stone full body massage, full body exfoliation treatment, milk bath, hair treatment and scalp massage as well as a manicure and pedicure…all for under (wait for it) $100!!!

At first, I thought I was going to struggle to get through the 5 hours. I mean, that’s serious pampering.

But as soon as my body hit that massage table, the hours flew by.

As it worked out, we spent our 4th wedding anniversary in Ubud, happily splashing around the pool with the twinions.

Ubud 6

Years earlier, my younger self  dragged a shattered heart to the rooftop of the backpack bungalow.  Staring at the endless starry sky, I desperately worried about my future.

And despite not finding love that time, it seems I was able to eventually return bringing along my own love – my family – with me.

Funny how life works out.

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The Impromptu Advent Calendar

Those who know me will know. Those who don’t, let me tell you: I don’t craft.

Advent Calendar

I barely have the patience to sew a button.

Casually bumping into a fellow mummy at the café, we end up having an impromptu discussion about Christmas and home made decorations.

I bragged about how as a family, we managed by mysterious feat to make a successful trip to Westfield.  Albeit a tantrum or ten, not only a tree and its ornaments was purchased but also a North Pole Express Train set to boot!

How about that?  Mr and Mrs Scrooge teach their kids the spirit of Christmas.

Sipping on cappuccinos, basking in the summer sun, somehow the random topic of advent calendars surfaced.

“Oh check out this one! Oh, how cute is this???” my friend swoons, swiping through the endless Pinterest photos on her phone.

This is where it needs to be stated why I hate Pinterest: It gets you in trouble.

In an attempt to make polite conversation, I pretended to also marvel at all the Christmas decorations

“Oh yeah…Very cool! We should do that one…” my friend hears me say.

But somehow misses out on the rest of the sentence: “Next year”

In a frenzied confusion, I somehow found myself volunteering to do some “research” on advent activities and agree to collaborate efforts later that afternoon.

And because it appears there are those out there who were just as surprised that I actually stuck it out and accomplished a crafty project, for ground breaking proof, here are the details of what we used and the activities we came up with.

Advent Calendar 2

Materials:

  • 3 large pieces of cardboard paper (1 dark green, 1 lighter green, 1 black)
  • Roughly 8 pieces of white A4 paper
  • Glittery sticky paper (in assorted colours)
  • Sticky labels
  • Black marker pen
  • PVC glue
  • A glue gun (optional)
  • Scissors
  • Cellotape
  • Glittery pieces or stickers

What to do:

  • Cut cardboard pieces in half and then cut them into “semi triangles” (in the shape of mountains with a flat plateau, if that makes sense)
  • Cut A4 white paper from the middle to make continuous semi circle shapes
  • Place cardboard pieces with a slight overlap to create a tree shape then stick together with PVC glue
  • Place white paper on the bottom edge of each cardboard paper and glue (an entire piece won’t cover the whole edge so you’ll need to overlap 2 pieces across)
  • Cut out black cardboard into a square to make trunk for the tree and glue
  • Type up numbers 1 to 31 and then activities on computer, pick a festive font then print on sticky labels
  • Cut up numbers and activities separately
  • Stick numbers on glittery paper then stick activities on the back
  • For number 25, make special star shape with glittery paper and paste on top of the tree
  • Use double adhesive tape on the back of all the other activities then stick on tree
  • (Note, approximately 8 activities fit to each cardboard piece)
  • Add glitter, glittery stickers and decorations
  • To give the tree “a spine”, place cellotape from the top to the bottom of the tree in one long strip. Do 2 extra strips if necessary.

Advent Calendar 4

Some Advent Activities for almost 4 year old boys:

  • Get a Christmas Tree
  • Play with Christmas Tree!
  • Share your Christmas Tree with a friend
  • Visit a friend’s Christmas Tree
  • Call Grandma/Oma/Opung to see what they want for Christmas
  • Christmas Carol DANCE PARTY!
  • Go to the beach and take photos with Santa hats
  • Make Christmas Cards
  • Scooter ride around neighbourhood while wearing Christmas hats and t-shirts
  • Make a Christmas video
  • Join in community Christmas Carols sing-a-long
  • Make Christmas lanterns
  • Watch Octonauts Christmas Special Episode
  • Bake Octonauts Christmas Fish Biscuits
  • Go for a drive around neighbourhood looking for Christmas lights
  • Choose a special toy to give away to a charity
  • Practice a Christmas Carol
  • Learn how to say “Merry Christmas” in another language
  • Watch a Christmas DVD
  • Attend Day Care Christmas Party
  • Make a popcorn wreath for the Christmas tree
  • Wrap Christmas presents
  • Go for another drive looking for Christmas lights
  • Open 1 present before bedtime
  • CHRISTMAS DAY! Open presents! Make phone calls!
  • Put away wrapping paper and boxes from presents
  • Read a new book that you received for Christmas
  • Make thank you cards

Advent Calendar 3

Notice how Octonauts plays a big part of the celebrations? Ahems.

As you can see, not only have I “crafted” against my will, I am now committed to a whole array of activities with my twinions who already suck every ounce of my energy.

All thanks to one random coffee conversation.

Good thing I have all of 2014 to recover.

Are you a crafty mummy? Have you succumbed to a Christmas project against your will?  Are your little ones Octonauts obsessed???

Disclaimer:

I am not, repeat, NOT a crafty blogger. No responsibility will be taken if the instructions do not make sense and your tree falls to pieces

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Return to Reality {And a Finish Quantum Giveaway!!!}

***This is a sponsored post. As always all opinions are my own and all succulent, spicy exotic dishes were devoured by your truly as well***

It’s no secret.   The come down from a holiday (a bloody, FANTASTIC one at that !!!) can crash like a ton of bricks.

And for me, it’s a mix of post holiday blues and a bout of homesickness funk.

I particularly miss the spicy, exotic food.

Bebek Tepi Sawah

I remember when every meal was ordered at a restaurant or as room service, I thought, “How AWESOME is it that I don’t have to cook!!???

Then immediately afterwards was the extra joy of discovering that I didn’t have to wash dishes either!!! Yee to the HA!

I don’t know how many times I ate Beef Rendang for no other reason than for my taste buds to do a little tango.

 Beef Rendang

And because it’s a dish that takes up a full day and every pot and pan in the kitchen to cook it, I rarely do.

There’s a LOT of scrubbing after making a pot of authentic Indonesian Beef Rendang.

Washing dishes is the chore I most abhor.  I dread a broken dishwasher. It would be my biggest domestic fear.

The unspoken house rule is that I cook and Mr Surfer cleans up after me.  Luckily, I’m a pretty good cook because I’m sure there are numerous times he wishes we can bend things a little.

Return to reality

I also think beyond having a great appliance, reliable dishwashing tablets are even more important.  Nothing worse than doing a load then pulling out plates that still have residue and gunk.  You know?

What better way to celebrate (or commiserate my return) than to host a giveaway???

One lucky reader will kiss dishwashing nightmares away with a packet of Finish Quantum with Power Gel.

These babies have become a mandatory cleaning item in our home.  No matter how much I slave in the kitchen, it’s now easy just to load a dishwasher.  Well, for Mr Surfer. Heh.

I guess reality isn’t so bad after all.

To win, all you have to do is leave a comment on this post and tell Mama G:

“What’s the one dish you love to make but also makes the biggest mess?”

Terms and conditions:

  • This giveaway is only open to Australian residents
  • Closing date for entries is 10pm AEST Tuesday, 3rd of December.
  • The winner will be contacted via email on the following Wednesday.
  • If the winner does not reply to my email within 24 hours, another winner will be chosen.
  • Entries will be judged on merit and decision of the winner will be final.

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Update (04/12):

The Winner of the Finish Quantum Giveaway is…Cher Haining!

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Indonesia: Thriving faster than you know it

It kills me that I’m cutting my bloggy break Bali holiday by writing a post on politics, no less.  However, this phone tapping debacle has me bursting at the seams with frustration.

For the love of decent, diplomatic relations, just apologize!!!

Stop appeasing voters and supporters, Abbott and take accountability for our government’s mistakes.  That’s what we voted you in for, right?

And I don’t even think it’s simply a Coalition government issue.  Time and countless times again, past governments (both Labour and Liberal) have had their share of political faux pas with its most strategic neighbour.  Forever treating the relationship with such insensitivity and stupidity.

Don’t even get me started on the embarrassing “wires crossed” initial meeting  that Julie Bishop recently had with Indonesian’s Foreign Minister, Natalegawa.

Indonesia - Hot like a Jakarta sunrise

The mentality of Indonesia needs us more than we need them” needs to stop.  Now.

Why?

Because a country with a population of over 240 million and predicted by the World Bank to be the 7th largest economy by 2030 is something to take seriously.

The streets of Jakarta are bustling with highways and no longer strewn with potholes.  I didn’t see anyone drive a car less than 5 years old.  Skyscraper apartment buildings show me that more people are entering the middle income bracket, affording decent homes and getting out of the slums by the open sewerage canals.

What was once a quiet cultural and artistic haven surrounded by rice terraces, Ubud in Bali is thriving with retail business and tourism.  Having been there 12 years ago, I was gob-smacked by the changes.  Ripcurl, Billabong and even Pandora are part of the endless line of foreign shops on the main drag of Monkey Forest Road, indicating that foreign investment (specifically from Australia) is in full force.

Indonesia - Ubud, Bali

I almost gagged on my Balinces crispy roast duck when my friend at dinner told me Ubud land prices are sky-rocketing – doubling in value every 6 months.

Witnessing all the flourishing economic activity, I reckon the World Banks’s got it wrong.

It’s all going to happen for Indonesia before 2030.  Waaaaay before.

So, let’s stop the bullshit and give Indonesia the respect it deserves.

Starting with a formal apology.

 

 

 

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Observations and Virginia Woolf

The endless twists and turns of Internet research can land you in the most precarious of places.  Sometimes enlightening.  Often thought provoking.

Probably like yours, my news feeds have recently been filled with sorrow and tragic stories of violence, abuse and unimaginable harm bestowed on innocent lives.

The horrific death of Kiesha Abrahams and the most recent sad story of a boy being sexually exploited by his own adopted parents solidifies that this is indeed a cruel, heartless and dangerous world we live in.

Taking the tram from Chinatown on Sunday, there was an elderly couple in front of us who were struggling to climb on board.  No family around them, they slowly shuffled with their walking sticks, unable to help each other, just trying to focus on themselves. It was heartbreaking.

Then, as they disembarked at Central station, I noticed that a younger Chinese couple helped them.  At first, I thought they may have been relatives but instead simply parted ways.

As brief as it was, in the fleeting frailty of the moment, I saw it.

Observations

Love and compassion:  Two invaluable elements of life that gives it purpose.

I guess right then, my faith in people restored itself a little.

There was an article I stumbled on about an online fashion magazine, The Vibe that conducted a photo shoot depicting famous female authors who had committed suicide.

A model emulating Virginia Woolf in a river holding a huge rock; another kneeling in front of an oven, representing Sylvia Plath; the images were beyond insensitive to the deeper issues of mental illness.

After an instant backlash from the public, The Vibe took down the photos and made a public apology.

Yet, in the hype of it all, I decided I wanted to watch The Hours.  For no other reason than the article left me curious about Virginia Woolf and her tormented life.

Luckily, the DVD is on a weekly rental, because I haven’t been able to stop watching it since Saturday night.  Where was I when it won all those Academy Awards?

While there is much heartache, anguish and pain in the movie, I’m in awe of the female characters and their inner strength.

Again, human nature showed its delicate beauty.

Observations 2

Is it a case of trying to see the glass half full?

Is it about trying to stay optimistic?

I don’t know.

I don’t want the tragedies we’ve seen and read about these past weeks to be left unnoticed or without our deep sympathies. But I don’t think our own reactions of anger or hostility are productive either.

In all its deception and deceit in this mixed up world, we still have it in our power to create something that’s not only secure and safe for our families, particularly our children, but also for those who happen to cross our paths.

Observations 3

Humans are too complex to be superseded by hate, don’t you think?

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My Awesome #RedBalloonMums Glamping Adventure

I had always heard about “glamping.”. You know, camping but in complete comfort and luxury.   But did people actually do it?

Thanks to RedBalloon, I found out that, yes! They indeed do!

Invited to take part in the #RedBalloonMums campaign, I was designated with the “extremely tough” assignment to spend a night glamour camping in Jervis Bay.

After a short 2.5 hour drive from Sydney, I turned into the dirt road that led to the camping grounds, surrounded by majestic mangroves and paperbark trees.  Instantly, I knew we were in for a very special experience.

Paperbark Camp 1

The uniquely designed tented accommodation is an eco-friendly haven.  Sheltered in heavy, durable canvas solar energy provides the hot water and dim yet romantic 12 watt lighting.

Furnished with comfortable outdoor lounge chairs, the front deck welcomes you into the lavish spacious room.

Zipping the front entrance open, jaws drop when sighting the luxurious queen size bed, where a mosquito net drapes elegantly over it.

The open air bathroom completely takes my breath away.  Immediately spotting the deep bathtub, I excitedly started planning my night’s agenda.

Dinner.  Bath.  Bed.

The original plan was to take Mr Surfer for our first night away from the twinlets.  Alas, work got in the way.  (You snooze, you lose, buster!)

I was so very lucky that my beloved friend, Daisy was able to join me at last minute’s notice.  What was supposed to be a romantic getaway, ended up being an even better spontaneous girlfriends’ field trip.  (Sssshhh…don’t tell my husband!)

Paperbark Camp 2

Spending pre-dinner time in the cosy common area, there was the choice to play one of the board games that were sitting in the cupboards (Scrabble, anyone?)  Instead, we sipped some white wine, gazing at the welcoming wood fire.

Wouldn’t you?

Squeeing with excitement throughout the entire jaunt, the highlight was undoubtedly, dinner.

Delectable entrees, gastronomic mains and desserts that made your taste buds do the happy dance, we were in foodgasmic heaven.  Seriously.  Long gone were the humble days of toasting marshmallows on the campfire.

I returned to the tent, looking forward to a tranquil soak in the bath.  Despite the air being crisp and cool, there was nothing cold about it.  Bathing in the (almost) outdoors had never been so pleasant.

With bellies full of scrumptious food, it didn’t take long for us to crash into the plush bed.

However, being the typical urbanite, the perfect darkness and the peacefulness actually woke me up a couple of times.  The rustle of leaves and the thought of (shock, horror) nocturnal wildlife roaming around the tent left this city slicker a little jumpy.  But of course, Daisy the country girl, stayed fast asleep.

Paperbark Camp is currently closed for winter but will reopen for the weekend of the 30th and 31st of August.

If you and your partner are looking for a weekend escape, a RedBalloon experience is ideal.

I’ve already started planning what the next one will be.  (With Mr Surfer, of course!)

RedBalloon is offering all you awesome readers a $30 discount when spending $129 or more.  Just visit www.redballoon.com.au and enter the promotional  code REDMUM at the checkout.

Do you enjoy camping? Have you ever thought about going glamping? Are you scared of nocturnal wildlife too?

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Wordless Wednesday – Beauty In The Desolate

Beauty in the desolate 1

Deeply set in the grey southern sky,

Isolated between destinations.

Billowing clouds hang low,

Longing to be touched.

Beauty in the desolate

Rigidly fixed in their rightful place,

Rugged rocks, rusty nails,

Robust railway tracks,

Hiding the unknown past.

Beauty in the desolate

Lost in secluded time,

Bound in majestic mystery,

Remaining resolute within the ruggedness,

Beauty in the desolate.

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Wait a minute, Mr Postman

Almost from the instant our family set foot in Australia, my folks were employed  by Australia Post.

Dad was as a postie riding on a rinky dink motorbike while mum sorted letters parcels in one of Canberra’s oldest post offices, looking after all the Parliament House mail.  (Saucy!)

Here’s dad, looking dashing in his full postman’s uniform, chest swelling with pride.

Dad the Postman

Yet, the immature teen in me wanted to hide from the truth and wished my parents weren’t so…you know, “blue collar”.

Anyway, throughout their working life, mum and dad have stayed true to Aussie Post.

Despite switching locations a couple of times, for over 20 years, they’ve both been assigned to the same jobs at the Mail Centre, on night shift.  (An easy recipe to make any married couple get stabby).

Being a destitute first year uni student, mum thought she’d do me a favour and submitted my name to work as a Christmas Casual at her workplace.  Like mother, like daughter, she also had me apply for the graveyard shift.

“Night shift pay good money! Penalty rates high!” she would try to convince me in her broken English.

And lucky for her, I was accepted.

As part of training, a dozen of us sat in a small room, learning all the postcodes and suburbs of Canberra.  Riveting stuff.

Then, sitting in little cubicles with rows of pigeon holes and piles of mock letters with either only the suburb or the postcode written before us, our task was to place them in the appropriate slots as quickly as possible.

The faster you were, the better.

Lightening speed mail sorters! Activate!

Having to work in a place filled with fork lifts, heavy boxes and crates, protective footwear was mandatory.  We were all provided a pair of steel capped boots and gee, they were dead sexy!

We would “bundy” in at 10:00pm sharp and work through till 5:45am with 2 x 15 minute breaks and a 30 minute “lunchtime” at 2:30am.

It only took a couple of shifts for me to endure the hard slog and realize how bat shit crazy my parents were to have been doing it for years.

The delegated tasks were brutal.  Mentally and physically.

Sitting in a cubicle sorting letters was so mundane, there was the fear of falling asleep at the chair.

The alternative was to on your feet for at least 2 hours sorting big, heavy parcels, tying up the mailbags when full then lugging them onto the huge crates.

Getting home as the sun cracked through the horizon made it awfully difficult to get to sleep.  No matter how many blankets I draped over my bedroom windows, the summer heat would seep through, keeping me up.

Sleep deprived from nocturnal hard labour, I was a wreck.

And yet, my mum was right.  The money was bloody awesome.

Although, that wasn’t enough for me to stick around.

I ended up doing the nightshift Christmas Casual gig 3 years in a row.  My stints were short, approximately 8 to 12 weeks.

My parents on the other hand, are just about to hang up their steel capped boots and have just handed in their resignation, a couple of months shy of Mum’s 80th birthday.

After these experiences, my attitude also changed.

People bag the crap out of Australia Post all the time but I’m glad I did my time there.  Not only do I now appreciate what intensive manual work is about, my parents showed me what bloody tough nuts they actually are.

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Racism: To expose, discuss and educate

I try to be careful when talking about racism.

It’s a precarious balance in objectively pointing out the lack of cultural and racial tolerance that still exists in Australia and mistakenly sounding like another disgruntled “hard done by” Asian Australian.

Last Friday night I decided to take up what this fine city had to offer and bought myself a ticket to a Sydney Writers Festival production called, “Stories Then and Now”

Stories Then and Now

A line up of 6 Asian Australian storytellers, all had their riveting stories of family and lineage as well as the hard journey each of them took to make Australia their home.

Despite an almost a full auditorium, the setting was still intimate.

30 years ago, migrant stories like these would never have been of anyone’s interest.  Least of all in same height of popularity it was that night.

And it’s significant moments like these, as a nation, we’re heading in the right direction towards multi-culturalism.

We’re having the open discussions, reaching understanding and acceptance of different ethnic backgrounds.

There’s now a listening, attentive audience who want to learn about and appreciate the hardships and challenges that migrant Australians undertook to get here.

Whether it be candidly or formally, we’re talking.  Educating each other.

There’s lots of mixed views about last Friday night’s AFL match between Collingwood and Sydney Swans.

Say No To Racism

(Image from Zoey Martin)

There are those who feel Adam Goodes has been deservedly commended in how he handled the racial slur.  Others believe that the 13 year old girl who called him an “ape” was treated too harshly by authorities and security and that she became an scapegoat.

The fact is that the incident was exposed and dealt with accordingly.

20 years ago, this wouldn’t have happened.

Because, for someone who has been racially vilified on many an occasion, I cannot stand complacency.

When I tell someone about being subjected to racism, the last thing I want to see is a shrug of the shoulders and hear the line, “Well, it happens everywhere, not just in Australia.”

That’s just not good enough.  Especially when it’s happening to me in my own country.

There is the argument that what happened shouldn’t even be a racist issue because the 13 year old girl didn’t think that calling someone an “ape” was being racist.

If that is the case, then all the more reason we need to talk openly; have those difficult conversations about what racism is to someone who has experienced it.

As Zoey Martin eloquently put it:

“Let’s allow victims of racism to define what is racist and what is not.”

The more we talk about it, educate our children and ourselves, the more we can nut out the sensitivities, the intricacies of social and racial tolerance.

We’re finally at a stage where, as a developing multi-cultural nation, this is actually happening.

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