Tomorrow is my birthday.
That’s my day.
I’ll be turning twenty seven.
My God, when did that happen?
The past year has been good.
With some bad thrown in too.
But that’s over.
And of course, lessons were learnt.
Funny where life takes us though.
How a year ago today I was in Las Vegas
Running a full marathon on a whim.
And now today I sit in Indonesia.
Huh. How about that?
In the past year so much has happened.
So very very much.
And new adventures.
There was a sad death.
But weddings too!
And of course running.
[injuries and accomplishments]
Cough the Berlin Marathon cough.
I quit my job.
(that was huge!)
My secure, pay check reliable job.
To travel to far off places, without much of a plan….
I hiked to Everest’s Base Camp
Which just may have been the highlight of my life
Fell in love with Cambodia
And crawled through Vietnam’s war tunnels.
I stayed on a floating village in Thailand
Nearly died water rafting in Malaysia
And spent an insane amount in Singapore
But of course, it was worth it.
I followed my dreams in the last 365 days
True, it was scary as hell, but I did it.
Am doing it.
I’m following my heart.
Which actually seems scarier at times..
My life is the definition of uncertainty
But that’s the way I like it.
Where will I be on December 3, 2012?
I have absolutely no idea.
Tomorrow I turn twenty seven.
I still can’t quite believe it…
But I must confess something first…
I’d be lying if I said this is where I thought I would be at 27.
Everything so uncertain.
So up in the air.
But I’m not complaining.
I’m happy where I’m at,
I still have lots of goals
One Twenty Five
An Iron Man
A job I love-love-love
A family one day
The Taj Mahal
And to live in a city I’m obsessed with
(I’m looking at you Chicago)
To name a few…
But when the clock strikes midnight tonight
And I am officially twenty seven
I’ll be proud (so proud!) of myself
For the running, and traveling, and fleeing into the unknown.
Because I did it.
It was all me
Leaping into the world around me
Holding my breath as I jumped.
Because if there’s anything I learned in this last year,
It’s that I can’t sit around forever
Fighting myself, my weight and my life
If I don’t like something,
I must simply change it.
Or through a leap of faith.
This is my one life,
And it is short,
So I must do what makes me happy when I can
Not sit around complaining,
Not sit around making and reviewing plans,
Quite a simple lesson, I must say!
So, Happy Birthday Eve to me!
And now I must go party :)
Back up north getting my drink on (deer-in-head-lights style) in Phuket, Thailand.
Quite the contrast to this weekend last year, when I ran the Las Vegas marathon. Speaking of which…. congrats to all you (sexy) running machines who ran the half or full yesterday, I’m quite jealous, I must say, and will drink the above drink in your honour! :)
My birthday was good, so good! Despite being
a little very skeptical going into the night, it really was one of my best birthdays ever.
Why was I skeptical? Because…
- On December 2nd I had taken my laptop to a beachfront bar, to whip out some emails and write a blog post, when I was suddenly overcome with a nauseous feeling. I quickly stood up to pay my bill and get home, but unfortunately not even 3.2 seconds later I fainted. So classy, I know. Right in the middle of writing a blog post and paying for my bill I plummeted to the ground. It was weird. And odd. And especially awkward for that local bartender. But as I’m a frequent fainter, it was nothing to write home about, except I felt quite sick the rest of December 2nd, causing concern for my birthday festivities the next day…
- And then the second reason I was skeptical of my birthday was the whole pressure-of-birthdays thing. I’m fairly easy going, so a quiet night in, or big night out works for me, see where the night takes us, those are the nights I like. But on birthdays everyone looks at you and asks, are *you* having fun? what do *you* want to do? Which is way too much pressure for a girl like me…
But but but! The night turned out perfectly. After waking up feeling like a rock-star (re: not sick) I enjoyed a beautiful day at the beach, a delicious mexican dinner with friends, followed by drinks at the local (and only open) Irish pub on the island.
And then round, after round, after round, of vodka lemon-aids. Which rarely is a good thing.
Over the course of 7 hours, the night
regressed progressed from some serious girl-talk, hot-boy- stalking-observing, to yours truly in my underwear, in the ocean, at 4am. Told you I was classy. Apparently drunk-birthday-Liz loses all inhibitions about her body past 3am.<— a positive and negative thing (as the night proved).
I eventually landed my content, frizzy yet wet, 27 year old head in bed at 5am - thank goodness for good friends. My new older (and wiser) body also self gifted me a hangover free day today (woot!), which made today’s boat ride from Gili Island to Bali quite bearable (false. it was still horrid due to massive waves).
And now, as my Tweeter-Tweeter says, I’m back in Bali, flying to Thailand (again) tomorrow, and relaxing on other pretty beaches until the (so I’ve been told) crazy full moon party of Dec 10th.
And so with that, my 28th year on Earth begins…
Tomorrow is my birthday.
The Last Day of November 2011.
Hi Hi Hi Friends! Happy December 1st! Word on the street, and by street I mean Internets (I’m looking at you facebook, twitter and tumblr) is that it’s snowing in The Canada, eh? I’m sorry about that. But! But I have a plan. Catch a fight and come meet me here, mmmkay? Or if you can’t make it this winter season, put “Gili Islands, Indonesia” on your “must see life list,” why? (<— you) I’ll tell you why. Better yet, I’ll show you why… (because that’s what I do.).
Yesterday I rose, and shone, and gave God the glory-glory, and ate a delicious banana pancake breakfast for five. Well, I ate my portion (but between you and me, I could have eaten all five. Obviously. And seriously)
When Naomi (y’know, girl from my University who I have had many-a-debaucherous-times-with-and-is-traveling-with-me-for-two-weeks!) and I took our boat from Bali to the Gili Islands (island next to Bali) we met three Americans from NYC, whom we ended up getting a pretty, little, cheap villa with.
For those who are curious Georges it was 750 rupiah ($83 CND) a night, which meant it was $16 each a night (I know, I’m such a math whiz…) - very cheap for a villa steps away from the ocean. With, breakfast included (See Banana pancakes above. Ahh, now JJ is stuck in my head —> Maybe we can sleep in… I’ll make you banana pancakes… Pretend like it’s the weekend now… ). ANYWHO, it wasn’t quite in the location we wanted, so after breakfast the 5 of us rented bikes and moved local.
Naomi and I moving our backpacks. Note to the world: This was really hard - my backpack weighs a hefty 18kg, and then combined with the pot holes? well, I’m lucky to be alive. Really. But not really. But really it was soooo hard.
Luckily, just down the beach, we found another even cuter, even cheaper ($13/night) little hut (with A/C thankyouverymuch), which meant the day was ours to have. The five of us decided to bike around the island. It was hot, and beautiful, and hard (bikes + sand = nearly impossible), but as we were such ballers we survived it.
AND AND AND the most fat photos of me were taken EVER. Like, whoa. I’m posting this as a reminder to myself to RUN RUN RUN. And EAT LESS. AND RUN. Also, white shorts was a terrible idea, but I swear it was my laundry day. And again, reminder to self: CALORIES COUNT. ALWAYS AND FOREVER.
And of course, just like any other crew of westerners slash people, we posed for the camera… why? because we’re models. Obviously.
Exhibit A: Yours truly. Such a sex kitten, I am.
Exhibit B: Chi, working what her mama gave her.
Exhibit C: No folks, that’s not Heidi Klum, or wait? Maybe “Naomi” is my key word for “Heidi Klum…” Think about it. Maybe…
So, after a tree covered in flip flops, a detached bike chain (where Chi and Klum came to the rescue), sweat dripping off our backs at lightening speed, a spontaneous swim in a pool (the sea was too warm) and seeing a big storm roll in, we continued on our way for a late lunch.
Another chubster photo. But whatevs, I like the clouds.
This is where we sat for umm, what? a four hour lunch. Or perhaps five. Time is irrelevant here. Usually we look at the sun and throw our predictions out, but then don’t actually confirm what the time actually is.
A skinny photo! Say wha?!
Then we continued biking to the west side of the island to watch the sun go down.
I accidentally said, “look at me bikeling!!” I’m so witty and smart it hurts.
Another photo shoot. Deal. With. It.
See those spikey things? They are the tree’s roots. Very cool, it was, very cool.
Ahhh, friend love. And that’s me in the middle! Candid shot ftw!
iPhone photo FTW. So grainy. (My SLR was about to die)
After the sunset the 5 of us sat at a little table and watched some guys from California doing some sort of karate-dance routine (as seen in the video of this night), and some locals doing a fire dance.
Look at me being all different and throwing in a vertical shot.
Just me and my shutter speeds, y’know, taking it slow… PUN!
Again, because I’m such a gansta at photography.
When all was said and done, and happy vibes (re: alcohol) was running through my veins, my camera died, which means my memory died, which means this story is about to die. But-but-but, yesterday was so amazing. Like, cliche, Bali-style amazing. Like, watch this video here to somewhat get the vibe of the beach, at that time, in that moment. It was perfect, you guys, perfect.