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Life Update

Hello bloggers and other internet people!

Yes I know my apologies for not writing are becoming repetitive but I’m sorry! So here is a pictorial update/explanation of why I was silent.

Andres and I went back to Sri Lanka in December and we got married!!!! It was the most incredible and magical day!


Standing there at our alter I found myself incredibly overwhelmed by how blessed I felt to have met and married the kind of person who understands, appreciates and inspires me everyday. I couldn’t help but smile at my family who have consistently and constantly shown me unconditional love and patience. I couldn’t help but be proud of myself for having acquired gem like friends who turned up to celebrate this day with us. It was a magical day not only because I felt like a princess but because I realised how truly lucky I am to belong to have the kind of tribe I do.


After our wonderful wedding day, we travelled around Sri Lanka which was AMAZING – and I will do a sort of travel blog post about it next. it was hard to come back to Australia but hey got to face reality sooner or later don’t we? Anyway, now I am back and ready take on the new year 😀





Strength of a Woman

The strength of a woman is not measured by the impact that all hear hardships in life have had on her; but the strength of a woman is measured by the extent of her refusal to allow those hardships to dictate her and who she becomes

C. Joybell C

I recently started working in an organisation that works to empower women in vulnerable situations by providing them with training and work opportunities. Although there are days I find myself tired and stressed out I absolutely LOVE working there and I am constantly in awe of the women I work with.

Some of these women have had to give up their lives as high-flying professionals and move to a country where their inability to speak in English has left them unemployed and in a state of both financial and emotional dependency. Some of them have faced brutal violence and have been left out on the streets with nothing except the clothes that they are wearing at the time. Others have faced the harsh and disgusting reality of being in detention centers for months (some years) before they can settle in a country where they are treated as the “other” (or “aliens” as some governments like to label them”).

Regardless of their circumstances, these women have boundless resilience and the motivation to not only dream big but do everything in their power to achieve every single one of those dreams. They don’t like to be shackled by their past or even their current circumstances, they don’t dwell on how life has dealt them an unfair hand of cards and they are so full of enthusiasm to learn new things.

I remember having a conversation with one of the women about her journey to being financially independent and she said to me ‘at my first market I sold something for 50 cents…I was SO happy someone actually gave money for something I made! So I went home and made six more items to sell!’ (See what I mean about enthusiasm). On most occasions they would travel for two hours on public transport, to sit at a market for 6 hours only to sell maybe $25 and instead of being grumpy they usually have the biggest smiles and say “better than 0!” These women, who used to be lecturers, journalists, engineers, will talk about how they are so happy they have their current job as a cleaner because a steady income would help them save money to send their kids to school (you rarely hear complaints even on days when their backs are aching from the 10 hours of cleaning they do per day).

Working with these women and hearing their journeys have opened my eyes to how lucky and privileged I am to have the life I do. Everyday I am in awe of these women and how they have managed to turn their lives around on their own. Since I have met them I have gained a greater sense of awareness about true resilience and perseverance.

They are true defenders of the silver lining.




A few days ago I came across a post by Lori Stratton asking fellow bloggers what their favourite song was and to talk about their emotional connection to the song.

Here are a few more songs that take me to my happy place and I would like to dedicate this post to my wonderful best friends who I’ve known for almost 15 years now.



A few weeks ago I was engaging in some serious retail therapy to drown out the miserable week I was having when the song Build Me Up Buttercup by The Foundations came on and I couldn’t help but have the biggest smile on my face.

This song reminds me of my best friend Ravi, that’s why. It reminded me of the hours we spent laughing at jokes that no one else understood, of all the times we sat together eating pizza and talking about nothing and everything and even of the extremely heated arguments we frequently have over the most inane and ridiculous things. She is my person, my cheer leader, my hand holder even when we are in the middle of one of our fights…don’t know what I would do without her.

Today, while I was out indulging in some amazing hot chocolate Justin Timberlake’s Sexy Back came on the radio and I almost choked on my drink because this song just bring up the image of Nilusha doing her weird (supposedly sexy) booty shake!

Nilusha is one of the most optimistic people I know – I don’t know whether this has anything to do with the fact that most of the time she has her head in the clouds but she is some one knows how to roll with the punches and keep swimming. Also as much as I laugh at her, I have to be honest; I love her ability to dance like nobody’s watching!

Do you remember the song Wherever You Will Go by The Calling?Man this song takes me back to eighth grade when my wonderful Gauri and I would spend hours being super pretentious and attempt to talk to each other in French.

The song reminds me that friendship doesn’t mean calling each other everyday or seeing each other everyday- it’s about being there with open arms or a shoulder to cry regardless of how much time has passed. Gauri is one of the smartest and resilient people I know and I wish I was half as wonderful as she is.

I miss you three everyday.