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Random Act of Kindness
When you carry out acts of kindness you get a wonderful feeling inside. It is as though something inside your body responds and says, yes, this is how I ought to feel. Nikita Wong. Wongy. Wongkie. Wongkitongkie. Ms. Wong. Nikita. Whatever name you know me by. This is my ranting and rambling on the memoirs of the olden days, the excitement of the present days, and the anticipation of the future. This is me, uncensored. |
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Random Rants
This post is dedicated to the many many thoughts I have and the urge to dump these on to a journal in the most unstructured way. With no order of importance On Friendship I had a very interesting discussion the other day with a best-friend of mine. I then realised why she is one of my best-friends, although time, space and little lack of communication in the past 6 years we still value everything about each other as ever. People come and go, but there are some rare people who will stick by you no matter what. You just need to hold on to these people. On Family Ah, this one has just gone completely out of control. The bottom of the story is that I need to know how to bridge inter-generation and inter-cultural gap? Or just simply bridging parents-child relationship. Parents, eh? Cant live with them, cant live without them. On Home Related to the thoughts above - the definition of home has become quite blurry to me. Home is where the heart is so they say. Where your family and friends are. Where you feel comfortable being 'at home'. Where would it be? Jakarta, Christchurch or Wellington? Ten years ago it was Jakarta. Four years ago it was Christchurch. Last year it was Wellington. Now? I cannot see myself living in these cities in the near future, for one reason or another. Weird, huh? Leading a nomad-life my Mum would say. Well, so be it. On History Repeats Itself Sometimes you wished that you foresee situations in your dream so that you can do it differently in real life and make things right. Everything that's going on right at the moment in my life is a repeat of the same thing 6 years ago. I dont' know what or how but it is actually happening. Different place, different names of course but all the same. Is it any easier? No, it's not. It is heart-breaking to see the same ego and childish attitude took over and ruin pretty much everything. It's making me all mellow and homesick. :'( On Life in general Busy. As always. Need more time for self. Need more time, full stop. Desperately in need for holiday. Desperately in need for some peaceful moments and seeing beautiful sunrise. Desperately in need to be happy(er). Excited with moving on. Counting down. |
this post is so vague I think we need another girls' catch up!
((hugs)) you know ever since I moved down to Wellington and away from home, my parents are actually more inclined to let me roam around the world... it's a shame yours don't feel the same way. But I perhaps it's because after 6 years... they miss you.