After swearing left right and centre that I would never get sick again, I came down with something yesterday and mumbled incoherently at work, blushed like a teenage girl and screamed expletives when my vocabulary defied me. I then went home and slept for a few hours and spent the night awake hearing noises and bats and imaginary or possibly real spiders crawling on my window. Decided to ignore my usual attitude of going to work sick and infecting everybody else and spent the day in bed watching the Mindy project, drinking soup, and eating half a block of dark chocolate (for the energy).
Little did I know that while I was watching Mindy and Danny get together, ruin their relationship, try to be friends, and then get back together again…the wheel of commerce was turning, and as one of those cogs in the wheel, this meant that my I was affected to. Later got a very sweet phone call from my boss on speaker phone and was told about all the changes affecting my team and all I can say is wow…daisy chains are not as innocent and sun shining in a nine year olds hair and meadows and green fields like in the Twilight movie as they are made out to be. Never the less, everything happens for a reason, and I guess I will have the opportunity to learn a lot more, do a lot more, and will walk away at the end of this internship with a lot of experience under my belt. In fact, maybe making me get sick now, was God’s way of making sure that I rest up and renew my energy and replenish my enthusiasm, before I get thrown in the deep end a little bit.
In the last couple of weeks, I have started Salsa classes, made lots of new friends, and started SOX testing woohoo. I can honestly say, that I am really starting to enjoy SOX. It’s incredibly busy…it makes you have to confront people and ask those awkward questions and as someone who has no real accounting experience, I have a lot of questions. But in a way, maybe being an innocent fresh faced Intern makes it easier for me to ask those questions and my probing is simply seen as curiosity. Being busy can be stressful but it’s also a lot of fun, it’s like you’re rushing around with so much purpose, gulping down green tea and rushing off to meetings and running from the train to the bus because you’re so busy in your corporate *cough* novo *cough* heels. I feel like my workload has almost doubled in the last month and I think I can handle it.
I really needed the Queen’s birthday long weekend, but then I did so much I almost needed another weekend just to recover from it. Friday night I went out with work people and had Grill’d again. Omg chicken and brie is so good together why have I never discovered this before? My life is complete. Then went to Asian beer café for happy hour and then Perseverance in Fitzroy for 90s Night whoohoo. Think Britney spears ‘Toxic’, ‘C’est la vie’, and ‘Scottie doesn’t know’ with a whole lot of drunk sweaty bodies and alcohol spilling in my shoes. Thank god I wore flats. Spent Saturday at the immigration museum with Fedora and saw the Faith fashion and fusion exhibition as well as the regular exhibits of Identity and Immigration in Australia. I went to a meetup last Saturday night which was at Healthy Lifestyle Lounge on Elizabeth street and it was a really fun chilled out evening, playing charades and Twister with a lot of random people. I sucked at Jenga but killed it at charades and I met a few people I thought were pretty awesome. Also got to do a free health evaluation on Tuesday morning by the same group, and found out that I am 159 centimetres, 48 kg and of that 22% is body fat, 53.3% body water range, and 36.2 kg muscle mass. I feel fitter already! My physique ratings is 5 out of 9 which is not bad I guess. And I have the basal metabolic age of a 12 year old! Big changes I need from now on is to drink more water per day and increase my bone density. Guess that means more push ups and crunches. Yuck.
Sunday afternoon went to Lunch at Fedora’s place and had some awesome Jambalya and talked for hours. Yes I am the slowest eater in the existence of mankind. Then went home, did the grocery shopping and watched Captain Philips. Spent Monday at the Mind Body and Spirit exhibition which was pretty cool, got a free book on investing in property, tickets to a property and investment conference for this weekend, a back massage and an introduction to Meditation. Also entered a few competitions and surprise surprise, won a Glamour photoshoot lol. It feels extremely vain, even for me. I don’t know if I can do this haha. How do you go and let someone take photos of you for 40 minutes in different clothes (Yes mum I know you do this all the time but you’re my mum so it doesn’t count). I can’t be that vain with strangers its too weird. After exhausting my supply of Grey’s anatomy, I decided to finally try Australian TV and actually found Speed on tv which was really good. Keanu Reeves is adorbs. Must be like a Keanu Reeves Sandra Bullock special thing on atm cos the Lakehouse is on tonight yeaayah.
Anyway so I recently finished reading the Invisible Man, now halfway through Enduring love by Ian McEwan. Trying to get more intellectual (pseudo-intellectual) with my reading again. I have been reading way too much trash since I dropped my English major and it is disgusting. Absolutely appalling. But, I decided to watch Spirited away for the first time last week and I loved it. I feel like all his movies (note sneaky use of the word his since I do not know the directors name), are really really touching and show how genuine and unselfish love is. The love between siblings in Grave of the Fireflies (only animated movie I have ever cried watching as an adult), and the love the older girl feels for her younger sister in My Friend Totoro, and the relationship between Chiriko and Kanu in Spirited away. Children that risk their lives for the person they love…
Maybe daisy chains are easy, maybe they shine in the blonde braids in a nine year olds hair, but they are also hard, they are intricate, and they show the time and effort of love and devotion. When I have a little girl, I’m gonna make her daisy chains all day every day. I got a free healing session at the Mind Body and Spirit conference and the man asked me to visualise – not imagine – but visualise myself doing something that I wanted in my future that would make me happy. I closed my eyes and imagined myself walking towards a baby crying, throwing a sleek black handbag on an armchair and stepping out of kitten heels on the way to pick up a squalling baby out of her cot. She immediately quietens down and her crying reduces to a murmur at my touch. I hold her against my chest and feel that warm baby breath on my neck, her soft skin delicate in my hands. Her thighs are wet and soapy, sliding in my hands as I give her a bath and she gurgles, the lines on her chubby legs threatening to slip out of my grasp. This is what I dream of, a future, in which I have it all. A future in which I am successful in my job, and I have the security of my career as well as a home, a baby, a husband, and all the love my heart can hope for. When he told me to open my eyes, my body felt lighter, like I was on helium, and the pressure of his hand on my head descended right through from my head to my toes, like a light was passing through me. I can’t explain it, but somehow, I feel like this could happen for me. I hope that this could happen for me.
After spending a day in bed, calling my phone company, checking on how to lodge tax returns, and paying bills between panadols and continental soup, finally ready to eat some real food. There is a steak marinating in my fridge that is waiting for me tehehe.