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Goodbye Sam

Starting a new blog can be an obsession and like what I had shared about my possible OCD tendencies, I am currently treating this blog like a new born baby and giving it a lot of attention.
And I seem to have a lot to say these last few days…:)

Had the day off today, it is always good to have the day to myself to do some wandering around town but I did not think my day would be quite complete if I did not do my own personal farewell to Sam.

Who is Sam? Sam is the name given to a koala rescued during the horrendous bush-fire which happened in regional Victoria early this year. So many lives had been lost in this tragedy and during time of despair, out of the ashes, Sam became the symbol of hope not just for the bush-fire human survivors but also to the Australian wildlife.
Sam the Koala

Unfortunately Sam died last night, she was scheduled to be operated for chlamydia but her condition had been more severe then expected and the surgeons who operated on her thought it was kinder thing to put her down so then she will not have to suffer further discomfort.

It’s sad news which has affected many hearts of the nation today, from little me to the Prime Minister Kevin Rudd who commented that when he was attending the G20 summit, lots of world leaders had told him the photo above was the picture of hope for those who had lost so much during the bush-fires.

What had irritated me since last night is a comment by a Facebook friend when I had declared on my status that I was upset that Sam the Koala had died. His reaction was “OMG, isn’t it a trivial thing to be upset over?”

NO, you moron if you paid attention about how the bush-fires had threatened the Australian wildlife and realised how much more Sam meant to the Australian public, you would know it is not “a trivial matter”
Maybe you should for a change stop being so vain and instead of uploading different versions of your pictures into Facebook, pay a little more attention to other matters of life. Not everyone is interested to what is happening to your torso or muscles.

OK now that I have done my bitching for the day, I should end this post on a more positive note.

Undeniably I am an animal lover, both domestic and non-domestic (not too crazy about creepy crawlies and slithering kind) BUT I support wildlife conservation and if you read this and in anyway feel compelled to support Australian wildlife especially the wild animals that were injured during the Victorian bush-fires, please click on the highlighted text below (if all fails the website address is

Being OCD (Overly Compulsive Disorder)?

Decadent looking macarons which calories count which may go to the hips :)

Decadent looking macarons which calories count which may go to the hips ­čÖé

I am not afraid to admit that I may exhibit some OCD traits (Overly Compulsive Disorder) when it suits me.
Whether it will be documented medically by a medical practicioner into my medical file, I would doubt so.
Although I do wonder why I do certain things in a manner which may make other people thing I could be OCD or maybe a little mad.
But this could be an unjustifiable claim in reality and I am sympathetic of those who suffer from OCD or any kind of disorders .
However I do think there was some compulsion demonstated when I had did go to the new Lindt Chocolate Cafe On Collins every weekday after work since last Thursday with one quest in mind.

Determined to purchase some Lindt Delice so that I could have some macaron goodness in my hot little hands. No luck on Thursday, Friday, Monday, Tuesday and yesterday, there I stood in line like the many dozens who have walked through those Lindt doors.
There was enough supply this time although not all the flavours were available…pistacchio was absent (dang!)

Not really a sweet tooth in most aspects ( I would only have a sliver of cake each time) but ever since watching MasterChef and seeing the technicality of making macarons got me all curious. Does anyone remember how Poh had thrown away a batch of macaroons which she had piped on a tray because they were not symmetrically shaped during pressure cook test!

Most of us love Poh (I am bias because of our shared heritage backgroud) but I did think she was a little mad to have done it at such at time!

Anyway -happy little me bought 6 pieces of Lindt Delices yesterday night. How could one say not to this?