Est modus in rebus

Sometimes I compare lifestyles. And different countries.

Not too long ago my girls and I were having this debate about the lifestyle

in Australia versus London/New York. The girls who were living in OZ

were insisting that Down Under is very, very different in terms of lifestyle because

people take work/play balance very seriously and you would find much cooler,

laid back, happier employees there.

Basically, once it is the end of the work day, that’s it. Bye!

Don’t you dare mess with my leave! Unheard of!

It’s my holiday – and that’s that, bye!

Having never lived in Oz, but with a bit of experience staying in London and

the US, I’d say London would come second, and then America next. (In terms

of the countries I have known lah).

Oh sorry, I think little countries like Gibraltar and those in the Meditteranean

areas are wayyyyyy more laid back. In Gib, where everybody knows your name,

the days are like this – Work. Home. Beach or Work. Beach. Home. Or during

the weekends. Beach Home Beach Home.

You get the idea. They’d top the list I think. That’s why so many of my Gib

friends are still surfers, artists, even cab drivers. They are not obsessed about

money – they just want to make enough and then hang at the beach.

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Anyway, I don’t know even why I started this post now. Haha.

Oh. Okay. It’s just that he keeps sending me all these pictures from London,

everyday.

The commons

Our tree - the weeping willow. But it's a happy willow!

My bridge in the distance. All mine

And I feel a bit lame, because this is what I send him …

The Converse/David Corio do at ZincArt

Okay, so I exaggerate. I do send him other pictures too, of my darling friends

and I. And the last shot was not for him really, I was just showing that

beautiful iPhone app to someone, as usual.

But you get what I mean.

Feels so… lame. Drinking, party, oh boy wooo hooo, shoot me now.

Maybe I just need to get back to nature.

Stat!

xo