What an eventful month November has been... I suppose my head has been spinning with so much new information that I haven't had much of a chance to get it all down. In summary:
At the moment:
* Looking up new laptop to purchase. Not so sure if I should get an Apple or a PC. It's a never-ending debate... and it's a tough one to find a winner to.
* Sorting through 2nd-round university applications. I've sent one to Notre Dame for a Diploma of Education (secondary). I'm mulling over sending one to Sydney Uni for my Masters (something media-related).
* Just read through a UTS information pack (Business).
* Surrounded by: Ferrero Rochers (courtesy of Edwin Adan), documents from work, application forms galore, Lipton Apple Green Tea, clean laundry that needs to be folded, an empty box of NERDS, red roses (also courtesy of Mr Adan), an unmade bed... and a bedroom that needs to be vacuumed.
In the last three weeks I:
* Resigned. Yup - you all knew it was coming. Even then it was probably the toughest decision I've ever made - how do you let go of something that you love but causes you so much grief? At the end of the day I based my decision on the need to distance myself from the things that were causing me stress and pain, and the need to spend my time pursuing things that would ultimately make me happy and peaceful. Final date in the office is Fri Dec 28.
* Was in a car accident. It happened last Wednesday night on my way home from work. Someone in a white sedan merged from the right lane into the middle lane as I was trying to the same thing. When I went back to my lane to avoid them they merged into the left lane too, forcing me to drive onto the shoulder. I lost control of the car, hit the guard rail, did a few fishies and spun across three lanes and onto the right hand shoulder. Lucky it was past 10pm and there wasn't enough traffic to hit or be hit by. But the whole incident has left me shaken, stressed, and feeling somewhat attacked. The total damage to the car tallied up to approx $9,000 (great) and leaves me without a vehicle for the next three weeks. All because someone else felt like speeding on the motorway and cutting across three lanes. And no one stopped to help me either.
* Performed in a girl band. (Act of Faith)
* Finished the final sessions of the CFC Singles for Christ CLP (graduation is this Friday).
* Saved enough dosh for the NZ trip but not enough to actually buy anyone decent Christmas presents. (sorry in advance).
* Have had recurring daydreams about having a lazy month of January. i.e. no work and all play. The fact that I've failed in the savings department may make that daydream hard to turn into reality, but we'll see what happens ay?
* Partied and celebrated the feeling of freedom. Such events include Fr Warren's house-warming BBQ + Beth, Bic and Sarah's 21st.
* Enjoyed Terrigal Beach and the comfort of friendships that can stay the same - even if it's been a year since we've all been together.
Now I'm darker, free-er... and perhaps slightly more anxious. I hope I never forget how free and peaceful I did feel that week I resigned. I'd prayed about it for such a long time, and for the first time in months felt God's hand guiding me to something exhilarating and uniquely written for me. The stress of the car accident, together with how things at work never going as planned, have dampened that spirit of freedom... but I refuse to let it weigh me down.
Next year is a new chapter, a blank canvas... I can see a whole heap of things that can wrong - but a gazillion things that can also go right. And all I need to do is pray for faith and guidance... and the ability to create a decent conclusion to the chapter that is 2007.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
The "Let's-Start-Saving" Wish-List
1. My car.
2. A high definition video camera.
3. A new laptop.
4. A new monitor.
5. Multimedia software.
6. An apartment to live in.
7. MBA
2. A high definition video camera.
3. A new laptop.
4. A new monitor.
5. Multimedia software.
6. An apartment to live in.
7. MBA
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Dear Lord
I'm really angry. And hurt. Angry and hurt. Seems like the same two feelings come around almost every day now. I feel like today would be my last straw. After receiving that phone call with some pretty selfish and f*d up news, I really just want to crawl in bed, resign from my job, and sign up for uni next year... or get myself a better job. Instead of this f*d up political shit that really just makes me sad.
Matt called me and said, "Forgive them for they know not what they do." Your words right? Hmm... one day I'll put them into practice.
Just not right now.
I'm really angry. And hurt. Angry and hurt. Seems like the same two feelings come around almost every day now. I feel like today would be my last straw. After receiving that phone call with some pretty selfish and f*d up news, I really just want to crawl in bed, resign from my job, and sign up for uni next year... or get myself a better job. Instead of this f*d up political shit that really just makes me sad.
Matt called me and said, "Forgive them for they know not what they do." Your words right? Hmm... one day I'll put them into practice.
Just not right now.
Monday, November 05, 2007
I'm sitting at a dining room table. It was a red table cloth. Our BRAVO DVD publisher is working away and I'm sitting here trying to get creative. It's hard. Plus my email system seems to be down. I'll have lunch eventually... but lunch makes me sleepy - I'm not sure it'll work out in my benefit. But I do have creamy carbonara spaghetti waiting for me. It's sitting in my bag next to a fruit salad.
I can't believe the weekend flew by so quickly. I'm not even sure what I did for those 48 hours...
Oh that's right... Friday night was talk 7 of the CLP. (I think it was talk 7). Who knows how many weeks it's been... but the weeks have flown by, so it must mean it's a good program. Saturday was a visit to the doctor after discovering how bruised my toenails were after removing three week's worth of purple nail polish. What? You've never had bruised toenails? Lucky you! It seems like my feet have had their own medical record. A couple of years back a really heavy photo frame fell on my right foot and left a scar. I think a few nails have broken (off) several times. Don't worry -they always grow back. Nicer and neater than before... except for maybe my pinky toes, which will always look a bit funny. My poor feet... which are too big and keep on growing, even though the rest of me doesn't (I feel rorted - wouldn't you?).
Anyway, on Saturday morning during breakfast with the parents I mentioned how, to my dismay, my toenail still didn't look right (it was damaged because I was stupid enough to wear shoes that were too small during a 14km run). Please keep in mind, I never get any sympathy from my parents when I get ill, wounded or emotionally scarred. Instead, I got a lecture about how stupid and irresponsible I am, and how I should go to the doctor before my feet fall off.
So I drove into town, wasted half an hour in the waiting room, and told the doctor the truth - that I wasn't going to waste her time but my mother insisted I get my funny looking toenail sussed out by a professional. Her advice? Use nail polish to cover it up and wait patiently for it to grow. The same prescription I give myself every other time my precious toenails on my overgrown feet get crushed, smashed, broken or bruised. *sigh* (waste of a Saturday afternoon.)
After a few confusing minutes in Priceline (where I tried to find the perfect shade of nail enamel), I drove home to paint my nails. I've always been terrible at painting my nails. But now they're done. And according to the REVLON saleslady, the stuff should last for at least 10 days. Pfft -whatever. I drove to Video Ezy and back and they were already scuffed.
At some stage in the evening, we had dinner with the whole family. Like... the whole family. Mum, Dad, Annabelle, her fiance (Chu), her fiance's sister, Jean, her husband (Mark), their gorgeous little bubba Caitlyn, Rina, Roanne, Eddoes, and myself. All crowded around at our tiny little kitchen table feasting on garlic pizza, spaghetti, crab, pizza with strange toppings (like carrot or brocolli), prawnsm, squid, and a nice big bottle of Coke Zero. And fruit for dessert. Yummy! Then we ventured to the living room for a few hours of Wii-family fun. It was hilarious watching our personalised little characters on screen smashing tennis records, bowling strikes, and putting well above par. I am absolutely terrible at Wii baseball. And Edwin has managed to figure out a way of kicking my ass at tennis with a flick of a wrist. No fair, I say.
After a few hours of TV exercise, Chu blew out his birthday candles (with a lot of help from Caitlyn), and opened a large assortment of gifts. It was cool... I figure you're officially part of the family once we chuck a party for you. Not long til they're married... how exciting.
Sunday called for an early wake-up due to our monthly dose of Mass singing. We got to the church and realised we'd forgotten the guitar. I say "we" because the guitar was in my living room, and both of us, in our hurry to get to the church on time, forgot to actually pick it up and put it in the boot. So in our half-asleep zombie-like trance, Edwin drove back and we made it to Mass about 5 minutes before the opening song. We're pros I tell ya!
I think lazy Sundays are the best. We breakfasted at Maccas with half of the choir (memories of the good ol' days when we had at least 10 people show up for 8:45am Masses... and breakfast was a must for all). Then I spent half the day half asleep. Watched Heroes, Knocked Up, had fish and chips for lunch and pizza for dinner (oh that amount of oil makes me feel sick thinking about it...) and ran a two hour multimedia workshop as part of Leader's Training.
Now I'm just.... out of creative energy. And I've wasted half my lunch break blogging. I wonder if Coleen or Luke still blog. I should waste my time reading their ones instead of filling up mine...
I can't believe the weekend flew by so quickly. I'm not even sure what I did for those 48 hours...
Oh that's right... Friday night was talk 7 of the CLP. (I think it was talk 7). Who knows how many weeks it's been... but the weeks have flown by, so it must mean it's a good program. Saturday was a visit to the doctor after discovering how bruised my toenails were after removing three week's worth of purple nail polish. What? You've never had bruised toenails? Lucky you! It seems like my feet have had their own medical record. A couple of years back a really heavy photo frame fell on my right foot and left a scar. I think a few nails have broken (off) several times. Don't worry -they always grow back. Nicer and neater than before... except for maybe my pinky toes, which will always look a bit funny. My poor feet... which are too big and keep on growing, even though the rest of me doesn't (I feel rorted - wouldn't you?).
Anyway, on Saturday morning during breakfast with the parents I mentioned how, to my dismay, my toenail still didn't look right (it was damaged because I was stupid enough to wear shoes that were too small during a 14km run). Please keep in mind, I never get any sympathy from my parents when I get ill, wounded or emotionally scarred. Instead, I got a lecture about how stupid and irresponsible I am, and how I should go to the doctor before my feet fall off.
So I drove into town, wasted half an hour in the waiting room, and told the doctor the truth - that I wasn't going to waste her time but my mother insisted I get my funny looking toenail sussed out by a professional. Her advice? Use nail polish to cover it up and wait patiently for it to grow. The same prescription I give myself every other time my precious toenails on my overgrown feet get crushed, smashed, broken or bruised. *sigh* (waste of a Saturday afternoon.)
After a few confusing minutes in Priceline (where I tried to find the perfect shade of nail enamel), I drove home to paint my nails. I've always been terrible at painting my nails. But now they're done. And according to the REVLON saleslady, the stuff should last for at least 10 days. Pfft -whatever. I drove to Video Ezy and back and they were already scuffed.
At some stage in the evening, we had dinner with the whole family. Like... the whole family. Mum, Dad, Annabelle, her fiance (Chu), her fiance's sister, Jean, her husband (Mark), their gorgeous little bubba Caitlyn, Rina, Roanne, Eddoes, and myself. All crowded around at our tiny little kitchen table feasting on garlic pizza, spaghetti, crab, pizza with strange toppings (like carrot or brocolli), prawnsm, squid, and a nice big bottle of Coke Zero. And fruit for dessert. Yummy! Then we ventured to the living room for a few hours of Wii-family fun. It was hilarious watching our personalised little characters on screen smashing tennis records, bowling strikes, and putting well above par. I am absolutely terrible at Wii baseball. And Edwin has managed to figure out a way of kicking my ass at tennis with a flick of a wrist. No fair, I say.
After a few hours of TV exercise, Chu blew out his birthday candles (with a lot of help from Caitlyn), and opened a large assortment of gifts. It was cool... I figure you're officially part of the family once we chuck a party for you. Not long til they're married... how exciting.
Sunday called for an early wake-up due to our monthly dose of Mass singing. We got to the church and realised we'd forgotten the guitar. I say "we" because the guitar was in my living room, and both of us, in our hurry to get to the church on time, forgot to actually pick it up and put it in the boot. So in our half-asleep zombie-like trance, Edwin drove back and we made it to Mass about 5 minutes before the opening song. We're pros I tell ya!
I think lazy Sundays are the best. We breakfasted at Maccas with half of the choir (memories of the good ol' days when we had at least 10 people show up for 8:45am Masses... and breakfast was a must for all). Then I spent half the day half asleep. Watched Heroes, Knocked Up, had fish and chips for lunch and pizza for dinner (oh that amount of oil makes me feel sick thinking about it...) and ran a two hour multimedia workshop as part of Leader's Training.
Now I'm just.... out of creative energy. And I've wasted half my lunch break blogging. I wonder if Coleen or Luke still blog. I should waste my time reading their ones instead of filling up mine...
Thursday, November 01, 2007
my love affair with tzatziki
My stomach feels so bloated right now, and I'm about to drop into a very deep sleep.
After purchasing some random goodies for Vincent's birthday present, I decided to treat myself to my much loved garlic-fix: tzatziki dip (teamed with garlic bagel crisps, this stuff gives you deadly breath but ultra-satisfied taste buds).
Give-away behaviour that proves tzatziki dip is up their amongst the other loves of my life:
1. When in the right mood, I'll happily rip open the bag of bagel crisps and begin to dip into the tzatziki long before I've even gotten into the drivers seat of my car. Today I'd eaten four or five mouthfuls before I'd pulled out of the carpark.
2. I will happily enjoy this unhealthy snack whilst driving, despite the possible dangers of collision.
3. I have no qualms about the pending bad breath this dip will give me. And yes... it can get very bad.
4. It makes me happy. Very happy.
After purchasing some random goodies for Vincent's birthday present, I decided to treat myself to my much loved garlic-fix: tzatziki dip (teamed with garlic bagel crisps, this stuff gives you deadly breath but ultra-satisfied taste buds).
Give-away behaviour that proves tzatziki dip is up their amongst the other loves of my life:
1. When in the right mood, I'll happily rip open the bag of bagel crisps and begin to dip into the tzatziki long before I've even gotten into the drivers seat of my car. Today I'd eaten four or five mouthfuls before I'd pulled out of the carpark.
2. I will happily enjoy this unhealthy snack whilst driving, despite the possible dangers of collision.
3. I have no qualms about the pending bad breath this dip will give me. And yes... it can get very bad.
4. It makes me happy. Very happy.
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