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Ruchika’s Birthday - Donate to RSPCA

https://www.mycause.com.au/page/121690/ruchikas-birthday

My birthday is just around the corner and this year I’ve decided to let my candles brighten the life of others by pledging my special day to charity. You can donate to my favourite cause RSPCA in lieu of a gift by simply hitting the donate button above! Not only will your contribution make me really happy but it will also help RSPCA in caring for the animals . Thanks for my birthday present and for supporting my cause.

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How often I found where I should be going only by setting out for somewhere else.

- Buckminster Fuller

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Queen Victoria Building. <3

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A little project I did in school

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It was a pleasure working with the talented model.

Sushi e

When Yannick suggested to go to Sushi e , I was not too keen because it was quite pricey and I already had a favourite sushi place which was a lot cheaper. But he really wanted me to try this place out so we decided to go. And I do not regret it at all. The chef's and the waiters are very friendly. The sushi is unique and very fresh. They have a lot to choose from . My favourite has to be "The dynamite roll" with tuna. I have never been a very big fan of tuna but Sushi e changed my mind. The ambience of the restaurant is lovely. And they have a dessert sushi which I was not too sure about but it was incredible. If you guys like Japanese then Sushi e is a must.

Have a lovely day guys.

LIVE LOVE LAUGH

#sushi #sushie #japanese #sydneyfood

In a happy place right now :).

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Will start posting more owl soon till then LIVE.LOVE.LAUGH

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The Story of Sunny & Dorothy

Sunny was a quirky one. He had sky blue feathers, and a habit for spotting the odd feather out of place on a neighbouring owl and preen it back into its rightful place. He was mocked for his appetite for a very particular, low carb/high protein species of mouse - that is until low carb/high protein mouse diets became all the rage (by then he’d moved onto a Low GI diet). He was different, he loved the Sun, whilst most other owls loved the Moon. And so, Sunny the Owl was left alone, and though he wanted a friend, he couldn’t be anyone but himself. He couldn’t change his sky blue plumage to light grey, or dark brown or even black. He couldn’t pretend to like those regular field mice for dinner, and he most certainly couldn’t spend the whole day sleeping.

One day, as Sunny wandered the woods he noticed - perched on an Oak tree - the most fabulously pink feathers he’d seen in all the land. Pruned to perfection, not a feather out of place. He landed on a nearby branch.

Her name was Dorothy. She smiled, and said hello. Within seconds, the two were hooting on about feathers, chic new hunting grounds and where hibernation season would be most glamourous. Seconds of conversation turned to minutes, and then to hours.

Dorothy and Sunny became best friends shortly thereafter. Sunny brought out only more of himself, and realised that having one friend who loves you for you is better than a thousand who try to make you more like them.

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I will start posting more owls soon. till then enjoy the story of sunny and dorthy.

LIVE.LOVE.LAUGH

How often I found where I should be going only by setting out for somewhere else.

- Buckminster Fuller

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For my bestest friend ever

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<3<3<3

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The Story of Sunny & Dorothy

Sunny was a quirky one. He had sky blue feathers, and a habit for spotting the odd feather out of place on a neighbouring owl and preen it back into its rightful place. He was mocked for his appetite for a very particular, low carb/high protein species of mouse - that is until low carb/high protein mouse diets became all the rage (by then he’d moved onto a Low GI diet). He was different, he loved the Sun, whilst most other owls loved the Moon. And so, Sunny the Owl was left alone, and though he wanted a friend, he couldn’t be anyone but himself. He couldn’t change his sky blue plumage to light grey, or dark brown or even black. He couldn’t pretend to like those regular field mice for dinner, and he most certainly couldn’t spend the whole day sleeping.

One day, as Sunny wandered the woods he noticed - perched on an Oak tree - the most fabulously pink feathers he’d seen in all the land. Pruned to perfection, not a feather out of place. He landed on a nearby branch.

Her name was Dorothy. She smiled, and said hello. Within seconds, the two were hooting on about feathers, chic new hunting grounds and where hibernation season would be most glamourous. Seconds of conversation turned to minutes, and then to hours.

Dorothy and Sunny became best friends shortly thereafter. Sunny brought out only more of himself, and realised that having one friend who loves you for you is better than a thousand who try to make you more like them.

LOVE <3 <3 <3