A bushel and a peck

Some years back, I think the year was 2002, I met a wonderful lndonesian lady in Australia. She was older than me. Petite, friendly and very, very wonderful, I still keep in contact with her to this day, and I met her again two years ago in 2006 when we were in Queensland.

Sometimes, when life exhausts me, I always remember her. Because when she first came to Australia, she told me that her English was very basic. But she fought on to survive and adapt and live on to the point that she blooms beautifully there. There was one thing she told me in 2002 that I cannot forget. That is ‘ If you you cannot adapt/survive in a country, it is not the country. It is you. ‘

As I hear people around me complain and whine about things, which we as humans whom HE has made to have all the capacities in this world to survive, those words always linger into my mind.

Seriously, what do whining and complaining do lah ? Noise pollution, you know…


On a totally different note the title came about because as I sat to write this down, the song from the musical Guys and Dolls rang in my head. It went like…

I love you, a bushel and peck.. a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck.. a hug around the neck and the barrel and the fleet…

Sung by Miss Adelaide and her pub girls. Heee 😛


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