Sunday, February 6, 2011

Welcome To Australia

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard Flight 815, flying nonstop from Vancouver to Sydney. We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and secure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments. We also ask that your seats and table trays are in the upright position for take-off. Smoking is prohibited, except for the smoking section at the rear of the aircraft. Thank you for choosing Qantas Airlines. Enjoy your flight...


For any eight year old, the prospect of spending over 18 hours in any moving carrier is exhilarating. Endless hours colouring in pictures of your favourite cartoon characters. The Countless games of Go Fish and I Spy and even the odd cat nap in between the in-flight entertainment. So you could imagine the looks on their faces, when they are told that they will be flying across the world on one of the most famous airlines in the history of aviation.

But for one rambunctious child, there was something more remarkable awaiting her than a ride aboard a big, jet plane. She was going to live in a world where kangaroos, koala bears and human beings lived in unison. The outback, with its dusty red roads and undulating sand dunes, would be her backyard. Barbie lived in this magical place and soon they would get to eat shrimp together with a real life bear!

This is a shrimp. Not a prawn

Who knew Barbie was from the land down under?

Sadly, none of these dreams came to fruition. Sightings of kangaroos and koalas were limited to the bush and wildlife parks. Barbie didn’t even live here and there were no signs of bears. Anywhere! Actually, those bears turned out to be beers! That’s right. Beer was available at the drop of a hat. Not that it would do her any good. She wasn’t even allowed to drink it! So she was left with no other choice, but to settle quietly into suburban life.

Flash forward several years and two plane rides across the world later and you pretty much had the same situation, except this time that little girl was no longer an eight year old.




Road trippers pass through Lithgow, NSW
 Holidays with friends and family soon followed. Long car rides up and down the North and South coasts of Australia ferried her to the coastal communities of Huskisson and Nelson Bay.


She dipped her toes into the tranquil, aquamarine waters of Port Stephens and basked in the summer sun on many of Australia’s beautiful beaches. She sampled some of the world’s finest wines and cheeses in the scenic Hunter Valley and even ventured out to the central west of New South Wales, picking fruit in the summer and travelling to Orange in the winter to witness the first snowfall of season.




             Gerringong, NSW         Photo: Sabrina Gewargis


        Fraser Island, QLD      Photo: Sabrina Gewargis

Sydney, NSW       Photo: Sabrina Gewargis


Hunter Valley, NSW      Photo: Sabrina Gewargis


She soon discovered that Australia was filled with several picturesque destinations and it was virtually impossible to choose a favourite location. She realised that it was the people and the experiences they shared that made these places memorable.
It didn’t hurt that she also lived in one of the most beautiful countries in the world, where its, magnificent coral reefs, mighty outback and exotic rainforests were all a part of the illustrious landscape. The natural flora and fauna of this glorious land were as unique as the people who inhabited this great nation. For that reason, Australia will always be the place she calls home. And who can forget that she fell in love here. Yes, Australia is where her heart is and will always remain.

Good afternoon passengers. This is your captain speaking. We are currently cruising at an altitude of 35,000 feet. The time is 2:30pm. The weather looks good and we are expecting to land in Sydney on schedule. The weather in Sydney is clear and sunny, with a high of 35 degrees for this afternoon. If you look to the left of the aircraft, we should get a great view of the famous Harbour Bridge and Oprah House as we descend. Enjoy the rest of the flight and thank you for flying with us....

Friday, January 21, 2011

We Are One, But We Are Many


On the 7th of February 2009, the nation was devastated as scorching fires ripped through the Kingslake Community in Victoria. Forever known as Black Saturday, it proved to be Australia's worst bushfire disaster with the death toll reaching 173 and leaving thousands more homeless.

In true Aussie spirit, Australians dug deep, donating millions to the cause. Even the music community banded together. Sound Relief was conceived with two concerts planned simultaneously in Melbourne and Sydney. The event, the brainchild of Australia’s two biggest concert promoters Michael Chugg and Michael Gudinski, was held on the 14th of March with all proceeds going to those affected by the Victorian bushfires and the Queensland floods.

Michael Gudinski and Michael Chugg with some of the artists lined up for Sound Relief. Photo: Sound Relief

With the likes of Coldplay, Kings of Leon and even an appearance by the legendary Midnight Oil, more than 100,000 people gathered together at the Sydney and Melbourne Cricket grounds, raising more than 8 million dollars.


Coldplay serenade Sydney. Photo: Sabrina Gewargis
With the additional support of some big name international acts such as Barry Gibbs, Jack Johnson, Taylor Swift and local artists Jet, Eskimo Joe and Wolfmother, Sound Relief kicked off to a rapturous crowd.


Aussie, Aussie, Aussie. Photo: Sabrina Gewargis

Not even the threat of torrential rain could stop the crowd.  Photo: Sabrina Gewargis
Chris Martin gets close to the crowd. Photo: Sabrina Gewargis
Chris Martin blazes through the crowd. Photo: Sabrina Gewargis

Sydney fans are within arm's reach of Coldplay frontman, Chris Martin. Photo: Sabrina Gewargis

Coldplay kicks off the Sydney concert. Photo: Sabrina Gewargis
John Farnham joined Coldplay for a heartfelt rendition of The Voice. Photo: Sabrina Gewargis

Taylor Swift unleashes her magic over Sydney. Photo: Sabrina Gewargis


Australia thought the worst was over. New emergency protocols were put into place to ensure that a disaster of that severity would never happen again. Everything was under control or so it seemed until that fateful Monday morning in early January, when Queensland residents were about to feel the full brunt of Mother Nature’s fury.




After weeks of treacherous rains and flooding, Toowoomba, a city in the South East of Queensland, was hit by an unprecedented deluge.

The tsunami-like force of the river ripped through the city. Cars and house were washed away, taking away precious memories and keepsakes, which were also swept away with the floods.

As a result of the horrifying floods, the Wivenhoe Dam, built after the 1974 floods which destroyed thousands of Brisbane homes, was over capacity by almost 200 per cent and as a result was forced to release floodwaters into the Brisbane and Ipswich regions.








The nation was once again a victim of the harsh force of Mother Nature's wrath. By now three-quarters of Queensland was declared a disaster zone. At the time of going to press, twenty lives had been lost, with a further nine still unaccounted for.




 
Amidst the stories of destruction, devastation and death were the stories of everyday heroes. Those who risked their lives to save another living being.  To Blake Rice, 10, there will never be another hero in his eyes who could ever take the place of his brother Jordan.


Jordan, 13, Blake and their mother Donna were driving through an intersection in Toowoomba, when the floodwaters began to rise at a rapid rate. When the car engine stopped, Donna rang emergency services and was told to stay put.

However, the family were forced to climb on top of the roof of their car as the floodwaters rose, almost swallowing up the car and its passengers.

Bystanders stood by and watched in vain. Donna and her boys were alone. But not for long. Builder Warren McErlean, who witnessed their plight, grabbed some rope to tie around himself and jumped in to help the family. Warren was soon joined by another rescuer, who reached Jordan first.  Jordan couldn't swim and was terrified of water. Yet, that wasn't enough to dissuade him from protecting his younger brother, Blake.

"Save my brother first."
Those were the final words uttered by Jordan Rice, before he and his mother were swept downstream by the floods. Mother and son were able to cling on to a tree, but ultimately they became casualties of the raging river.



Empathy got the better of Ray Cole, 39, after spotting a joey bobbing up and down in the river. Nearby police threatened to arrest the father of five, but that did not stop him from risking his own life to save the animal. But Cole remains adamant that saving the joey was the only thing to do.

Cole said he "couldn't stand there and watch our coat of arms just drown."

Ray Cole and Jordan Rice will forever be known as heroes in the eyes of countless Australians. Their heroic actions saved lives that day. Two very different tales and sadly, two very different resolutions.

Queensland residents of a different variety also united to survive the deadly floodwaters. Armin Gerlach was visiting friends when he witnessed an unlikely twosome fleeing the floods. 

Gerlach spotted a green frog riding on the back of a brown snake, as it swam through floodwaters. Frogs are usually part of a brown snake's diet, so it was unusual to see the snake put aside its predatorial instinct and help the frog escape the floods.


The image was beamed across the nation and the world. Gerlach happened to snap a moment in time that the world might not have been able to see. It just goes to show you how fragile life is.

As Queensland attempts to rebuild the homes, schools, hospitals and countless other buildings destroyed by the floods, take a moment to imagine what it would be like if you were to lose everything. Homes can be rebuilt. Schools can be rebuilt. Hospitals can be rebuilt. Now comes the time to rebuild faith in humanity. Reach into your pockets and help out those in need. Please donate all you can to the Premier's Disaster Relief Appeal. No donation is too small. Donate and help rebuild this beautiful state.







Sunday, October 10, 2010

Book, Line and Sinker

You're sitting at home. The lights are all out except for the glare of the television. Not that it makes that much of a difference. You've hardly noticed that it is on. You're too busy peering outside the window. Your neighbour from across the road, has just pulled into his driveway. This is it. You're finally going to prove to your mom and dad, that Mr McGregor is a murderer. For weeks, you've witnessed the creepy man from across the road, burying lifeless bodies in his backyard. You've known for awhile, but no one else has taken any notice of it. You've always thought there was something creepy about him. He steps outside his vehicle and looks around the quiet suburban street. He pulls a bag out of the back seat and proceeds to drag it towards his backyard. If you run outside, armed with a camera to take incriminating snaps, go to page 12. If you wait by the window, until he returns to his car, go to page 18.




Some of my favourite books growing up were the Choose Your Own Adventure series. If you grew up ithe 80s, you'd know what I'm talking about. Every story is written from your own point of view. You are the hero of the story and you choose how the story ends. However, if you were anything like me growing up and didn't like sticking to the rules, you would find many ways to cheat death and live on in story book form.


It didn't always end up pretty for me. I fell down a stupid hole, turned into a statue and got captured by the baddies countless times, equating to my untimely death. Whether it was morally the right thing to do or not, I would go back to my options and change my choice. Don't deny it. You did it too. I bet there isn't a single person out there, who didn't flick back to the original page and choose life instead of the lesser, befitting fate. Don't judge me until you've walked a mile in my shoes.



As an adult, I can now look back to the books that I enjoyed reading as a child and point out two things: children don't read books anymore and if they do, they [writers] sure as hell don't make them [the books] like they used to! Whilst researching books for this story, I found the popular Choose Your Own Adventure series available online via Amazon's Kindle store. That's all fine and dandy, but I think we are missing something really important here: how are the kids ever going to be able to get back to their original mission. Hit refresh




Credit: Amazon


We all know that when you hit the refresh button, sometimes you end up in places you don't expect. So how can this new technology help kids who, like me, want to revisit certain endings of their favourite books? That's not the only problem with this new technology. You can't stick a bookmark in a kindle, bend the page or use it as a fan (who doesn't remember cooling themselves off with their books?).


Another series of books that featured prominently on my bookshelf were the delightful, The Baby-sitters Club series by Ann M. Martin. I even incurred a hefty school library fee because I didn't return one of the books that I had borrowed. I swore to my parents that I had returned it. But the truth is, I stole it. That's right people. Grade three Sabrina was a petty thief.



Credit: Scholastic
 It was the only book that I had read, but didn't already own in the series. While other kids hid copies of Playboy under their mattresses, I hid my stolen copy of Kristy's Great Idea under mine.


At the time, everyone used these books as inspiration to start their own clubs. Granted my business never really took off (one client, no phone and no other baby-sitters), I still got some great tips from this series. How else do you think I was able to create my very own kid-kit?



Another series of books that were pivotal to my upbringing were the books written by Judy Blume. OK, so they weren't exactly a series of books, but they certainly piqued my interest. Who knew that they covered such controversial topics such as, menstration, bullying and religion?






I certainly didn't. I just loved the fact that the books were entertaining. They made me laugh. My favourites were Blubber and Are you there, God? It's me, Margaret. I could relate to the titular character, Margaret, yet I didn't really know why. Judy must have known that sometimes the best way to appeal to a child is through the written word.

Books have the ability to be a great teacher at times. In junior high, I remember reading books for my English class. I loved some - The Diary of Anne Frank and I hated some - Animal Farm.

One book that still sticks in my memory was a book called The Wave by Todd Strasser. Based on a true story, The Wave recounts the harrowing events of a small high school in Palo Alto, California. I won't go into great detail, as I believe that you really should read this book (or watch the 2008 German movie Die Welle based on the book).






More than 15 years have passed since I first read the book,but I am still captivated by the message it conveys. The Wave not only changed my perspective in life, but it forced me not to judge a book by its cover (pun intended).

Which leads me to one of my favourite book series of all time. No, not that one. I am definitely not a Twi-hard. The Twilight Saga has done absolutely nothing for me. But it has clearly inspired some lovely Facebook groups such as Edward Cullen is so Pale Because There's no Sun in the Closet , The Count from Sesame Street is a better vampire than Edward Cullen , and my personal favourite, ❒ Team Edward ❒ Team Jacob ✔ Team guy who almost hit Bella with a car .


I'm not going to lie to you. I wasn't always a fan of a certain bespeckled wizard. It was during my time at Hoyts that I was able to fully appreciate Harry's wonderful attributes. My task was to contact schools in NSW and ACT and attempt to book as many school groups as humanly possible. Some teachers raved on and on about the book, whilst others stated that the book promoted the occult. It was then decided, that I would attempt to read the book. I hadn't read a book that I throughly enjoyed so much in a long time, so it was very refreshing to be transported to a wonderful world where Muggles, butterbeer and the defence against the Dark Arts became regular words in my vocabulary.





With six films under their belt, the highly anticipated Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is so action packed that it can’t possibly fit into one movie. So, it’s set to be filmed in two parts. Woo hoo!

So I guess what I want to say, is that I was wrong. At the beginning, I stated that they don't make books they way they used to. Well, they don't, but if people like J.K. Rowling continue to write books like the Harry Potter series, maybe one day some little kid out there will grow up and remember the books that entertained and educated them as a child.

Monday, October 4, 2010

The Fear Factor

It was January 28, 1986 and I was six years old. Like the rest of the world, my first grade class had gathered around the television set to witness the Space Shuttle Challenger make its long awaited journey into space. Like most six year olds back then, I didn't fully understand the concept of space travel. I wasn't even aware of all the countries in the world, let alone comprehend that there were planets beyond our own, waiting to be discovered. The Challenger mission was unlike any other before it.


For the first time, a private civilian would take part in a space mission, as part of NASA's Teacher in Space Project (TISP). Announced by President Ronald Reagan in 1984, TISP was launched to inspire students to explore Science, Mathematics and Space Exploration and to honour the teachers who taught them. As part of the program, Christa McAuliffe beat out over 11,000 participants to become the first teacher in space.   


The Challenger Shuttle Crew     Back row, from left: Ellison S. Onizuka, Teacher in Space Participant Christa McAuliffe, Greg Jarvis and Judy Resnik.
                       Front row, from left: Pilot Mike Smith, Commander Dick Scobee, and Ron McNair.
Credit: Space-Video




The lights dimmed and the blinds were pulled down. Ms Hunter positioned the television in the centre of the room and had all the students gather around. The countdown began. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...blast off. The Challenger lifted off the ground and took off. It was amazing. Even though I didn't really understand what was happening, I was excited to see a rocket take off into space. Ms Hunter reiterated the importance of the event several times, but it just went over our heads. And then it happened. 73 seconds after takeoff, the Space Shuttle Challenger broke apart and exploded right before our eyes. I was mortified...  


It wasn't until many years and several flights later, that I discovered I had a humongous case of Aviophobia. When I was a child, I loved flying. My favourite part was the takeoff. Hearing the thunderous roar of the engines starting, always sent shivers up my spine. It was all so exciting for an eight year old. However, things changed as I got older. After watching too many episodes of Air Crash Investigations, I soon realised that I had a real fear of flying. It wasn't the flying itself. It was the threat of crashing.


I've had the pleasure of flying business class several times, but even that luxury was wasted, as I spent the entire flight praying that I would make it to my destination in one piece. It wasn't until last night whilst having a conversation with a friend about my fear, that I realised that there might be a link between the Challenger disaster and my fear of flying .



As a child I was fearless. I could climb trees. I could swing upside down on the monkey bars. I could even ride my bike around the block, all by myself. At the end of our cul-de-sac, there was an alleyway that led to a railroad track. Along the track, there were rows of blackberry bushes. We would spend hours playing on the tracks, picking blackberries and we never feared that we would get run over by the cargo train that would pass by every few hours. A few years back when I was a teacher, curiosity got the better of me, when I noticed a group of children congregated in a corner. I walked over to them and enquired as to what they were doing. It turns out, like all children, they were fascinated by a caterpillar, that was trudging across the arm of one of the boys.



I asked them if I could hold it. I remember catching them as a child, placing them in a jar with a leaf (as an adult, I wonder if the leaf is even necessary. Do they even eat leaves?) and taking them out and letting them crawl across my fingers. I lasted a millisecond before letting out a bloodcurdling scream. I was petrified of a little insect that couldn't even bite me




Children are fearless. I look back to my own childhood and besides the usual fears: the dark, monsters and murderers, I was pretty fearless. I think we lose that fearlessness, when we transition into adulthood. I wish I wasn't as fearful as I am today. There are so many things that I can never do as a result of my fears: surfing, going on a cruise (The movies Titanic and Poseidon sunk that dream for me) and wrapping food in aluminum foil (don't ask).


...The silence that followed the explosion dragged on for what felt like hours. We were all shocked. We had no idea what had just unfolded in front of our eyes. Even if we did we didn't have the mental capacity to comprehend it. Our parents were called and we were sent home. Eerily, Christa McAuliffe predicted the impact the failed mission would have on its viewers.

"We sat around one night and thought people are going to look back and say, I can't imagine there was a lot of excitement about HER going up!"

Sadly, in her case it's true, but as I talk about it now, there is no excitement in my tone. Only sadness for the lives lost that day. The crew members aboard the Space Shuttle Challenger did not give into their fears on the 28th of January, 1986 and I don't think we should either.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Little Fingers Are Pulling Triggers

There aren't many gifts in life that could even come close to the gift of being a parent. Actually, I don't believe there could ever be an experience that could possibly be as beautiful as bringing life into this world. There are no words to describe the moment in one's life, when those tiny lines appear on a pregnancy test.

As a parent, you want what is best for your child. Your love for them goes above and beyond Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs. You aim to give them the best of everything this world has to offer. But have you ever stopped to wonder how your behaviour might inadvertently be influencing the person they become?


I came across a story today that literally broke my heart, regarding an American boy, by the name of Seth Walsh. His story touches upon every parent's worst nightmare -- the fact that he is fighting for his life. Why, you may ask? You see, Seth is gay. The details are sketchy, but I believe for the past two years or so, Seth was constantly tormented and bullied for that fact.
Credit: RPS


This must have been all too much for young Seth to take. He was found unconscious and not breathing, almost two weeks ago, from what appeared to be an attempted suicide.


Regardless of how you feel about homosexuality, surely as a parent, you can't condone the behaviour Seth endured, simply for the fact that he was being true to himself.

Being a parent, you would have come to the realisation by now, that children are like sponges. They absorb everything. Think back to the last time your child repeated something you said, when you were sure that they were otherwise occupied and couldn't have possibly overheard you. How many times have you used derogatory words? You might not have meant to say it. You might have used them in the heat of the moment a la Stephanie Rice. It's OK. You didn't really mean what you said anyway. Right?

Wrong. It's not OK. For every derogatory word you've used to describe someone's race, religion, sexuality or physical appearance, you permit your child to believe that it is acceptable to speak that way about another human being. The act itself condones this abhorable offence, even if it was not intended to come out that way.

Credit: Maine

We live in a messed up world. I can't even tell you how many times I've had to turn away from a news story detailing a horrendous crime or natural disasters resulting in mass casualties, because of the effect it has on my emotions.

However, when the story could have easily been prevented, like the story about Seth, I stand up and take notice, regardless of how traumatic it may be.

You might not understand why I am using Seth's name so frequently. It's because he is someone. Seth is someone's son. Someone's grandson. Someone's brother.Someone's nephew. Someone's friend. Seth could be your child.



The reality is that this could very well happen to your child. Your children are the generation that will lead this world into the next century. It is crucial for you, as a parent, to educate your children to be tolerant of  all people, regardless of their race, religion and sexual orientation. I believe that there isn't  anything wrong with being gay. I believe that it is wrong for any human being to subject another to any form of bullying. I believe that unless we teach our children tolerance, the world that will be awaiting them will be a very scary place. Unless they're stopped, bullying children usually grow up to be bullying adults.



I'm sure there were many reasons as to why Seth attempted to end his life. People don't decide to take their own life in response to a single instance, regardless of how painful that experience might have been for them. There could be countless reasons. Don't let your children be bullied. Or even worse -- the bully.


If your child were to tell you that they were gay and for everyday that they had to live with this secret, pushed them closer to ending their life, just so you wouldn't hate them -- what would you say? Wouldn't you rather have your child be free and happy to express who they really are, rather than be miserable because they can't?


Only you can answer that question. But at the end of the day think back to that first moment, when you held your precious child in your arms, and vowed to spend the rest of your life protecting them.

Let your children know that you'll protect them.  If they’re being bullied, you will stand up for them. Don't let them hold all their emotions in because they are too afraid to tell you how they feel. Free them and maybe the world will be a little more tolerant.



Credit: UNESCO
If you need support or information about suicide prevention contact Lifeline on 13 11 14 or SANE Helpline on 1800 18 SANE (Australia only). Outside Australia, contact your local suicide prevention hotline in your area.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The Bucket List

I'm not a very organised person. If you could see my room right now*,  you would probably think somebody has broken in and trashed the place. I kid you not. My room is a disaster zone. I like to call it Ground Zero.** I would have to be the messiest person I know. Just look at my car.


(It's clean at the moment, but I dread the
moment it returns to its former state). You could probably bury someone in my room and nobody would ever find them. You wouldn't even have to worry about the smell, because every 36 minutes or so, my little Airwick spray lets out a whiff of something called Summer Splash.
I don't even let my pets in my room anymore. I actually think they would die in a landslide, caused by my ever expanding wardrobe and my vast collection of DVDs. The mirror in my room is so dirty, that when I look at my reflection, something that looks a lot like a cave dweller, stares back at me!
Nevertheless, even the most disorganised person has to have a list. A grocery list, perhaps? A list of bills to pay? A to-do list?*** Well, I have a list. It comprises of things I would like to do before it's too late. Before life gets too complicated and I lack the time and desire to complete it. Before I need to be lifted out of my house with a crane. Not because I'm too fat. Oh no! Because I've been buried in the landslide!

So, just like every girl I know, I've complied a list of things I would like to do before I die. I would like to share five things from my list. Remember people, I am a go-getter. I go and I get. I vow to complete everything on this list before I cross through those pearly gates. 


Swim with whales
Ever since I was a little girl, I've always been fascinated by two things: water and whales. Vancouver didn't have a lot of beaches, but whenever I was around a lake or a river, I felt the need to jump right in. It was about this time that I had discovered my love of whales. I can't tell you why I love them so much, but there is something tranquil and harmonious about them.I always have recurring dreams, where I am swimming with them and it's delightful. I'm never scared and when I put my head on my pillow at night, I pray that I get to swim with them once again.

I am absolutely disgusted that to this day, they are still being brutally hunted by countries such as Japan and Norway. So, not only will I one day swim with them, I would also like to advocate for the preservation of whales and help put an end to the cruel act of whaling, worldwide.

I read a story this morning about an Australian teenager photographed climbing on top of a whale, just off the coast of Western Australia. There is talk of fining the teenager, as they believe it to be an act of harassment against wildlife. But what if this kid shares the same feelings about whales as I do? Looks like this kid can scratch riding a whale off their bucket list!

Write a book

If I were to ever write a book, would you read it? Where would I begin? Shall we begin like David Copperfield?
"I am born...I grew up."****
It would be titled, The Trials and Tribulations of Sabrina.

OK, maybe I need to think of a better title, but it would most certainly be autobiographical. Who doesn't want to read all the juicy tales of someone else's life? And you would ALL get a mention. Yes, you. Of course, I will give you a pseudonym. Everybody has a story. What's yours?


 Travel around the world

I have had the pleasure of growing up in two of the world's best countries: Canada and Australia. I'm lucky because I get to root for two countries during the Olympics (Australia during Summer; Canada during Winter).



As much as I love these two great nations, I can not deny that they lack something that is very important to me: history. Yes, I'm quite aware that they have history, dating back to when they were first colonised, but they don't have buildings, landmarks and historic sites that have withstood countless wars, famines and natural disasters.

I would like to embark on a global journey which will take me from one end of the globe to the other. I want to experience a sunrise in Rio de Janeiro. Go trekking in the Himalayas.  Pray at St Peter's Basilica. I want to fill hundreds of albums with photographs of my travels to Europe, Africa and South America.

And I won't be alone...there is nothing more romantic than standing at the top of the world, with the one that you love.




Make a difference in someone's life...without them even knowing it


Credit: smingr
Think Oprah, but without the flashy lights and
screaming ladies. I want to be in a place, both financially and emotionally, where I can make a real difference in someone's life, without them ever knowing that I exist. The only stipulation is that they have to one day do the same for another.

The world would be a better place if people actually followed through on their promises. I hope I will be one of the ones who follow through...





Run a marathon 



If you know me, you'll know that I have absolutely zero running ability. This is where my previous PE teachers failed me. I just can't do it.  I don't know how to run, unless it involves me running towards something I want.

When I was in junior high, a few of my friends and I stole 1st, 2nd and 3rd place ribbons and proceeded to award ourselves the honours that came with placing so highly in the Track and Field meet.

Truthfully, the only time I ever run, is to get to the front of the mosh pit at a concert. I'll never forget my friends shock at how quickly I made my way into the arena to see Bon Jovi perform.

I will give up smoking. I will slowly teach myself how to run. And I will complete a marathon. Even if it has to be the kid version before the actual race. Remember the tale of the Tortoise and the Hare? I am definitely the tortoise.


My list is not finished. It grows everyday. Some things are easier done than others. But take comfort in this - I will make an effort to complete every single thing on my list. Life is too short to wish for things. You need to grab it by its balls and take as much as you can get...It might all be gone tomorrow.



* My room has since been cleaned. It only took over nine hours
** No disrespect is meant to anyone who lost someone at Ground Zero
*** Matthew Fox is currently at the top of mine
****  From the opening scene of Interview with a Vampire