With a long exhausted week of coming back and recovering from Melbourne,
dealing with the fact that my work still isn't paying me correctly and experiencing serious
stomach pains throughout the week, I think it's about to time for family time.
There's just nothing quite like spending QT (quality time) with the family. No one else understands you better than they do, no one else who would do just about anything for you, (thanks mum). Nothing compares to that warm, tingly, overwhelming feeling inside of you when a family member gives you a hug, gives you a compliment, or holds you while you're crying on their shoulder and tells you, "Honey, everything's going to be alright." and yet it feel like it is.
Moving away from home to a big city, is such a massive thing with such little real preparation for what actually goes on. But I've come to realise that leaving the nest for the very first time, truly shapes the person you will become, helps you mature, discipline your finance. It seems that this season in your life is the biggest learning curve yet, the season for many mistakes, the season to get back on your feet again when you feel like giving up and the season to let go of things and relationships.
Time to grow up, and know what is good for you and what isn't good for you. Write down your goals and aspirations and truly follow through with things. Make an effort to see friends, and make new ones.
Making the most out of each and every day because the days become shorter and shorter with age. Which brings me to my next point, keeping in touch with grandparents and parents, who have been through a whole lot more than you know. The family members who you will learn wisdom from, and hear many great stories from for that manner.
For it is not the days we remember but the great moments in them...
E.
Friday, 15 April 2011
Tuesday, 12 April 2011
airport dilemmas.
9th April.
So finally my excellent punctuality has come quite in handy.
As I normally arrive at least an hour early to everything, I notice while I'm waiting for the Brisbane airport express train, I cannot find my boarding pass.
As it was indeed a check-in from home printed pass, "Jetstar, saving you time!"
I was putting that into reverse. I never thought that, that icky feeling in my stomach of what-am-I-forgetting would have been one of the most important things I needed.
Murphy's law. Even though I leave an hour early, something is going to delay my time and punch me in the nerves.
So I awkwardly ran, imbalanced as I was holding carry-on luggage. There's no queues when you're running late for a flight only annoyed and frustrated faces as you cut into the line at security.
But this time I had a late partner. How funny is it, that as soon as you see someone else looking like an idiot (like yourself) running through the airport, you become instant friends, who keep bumping into each other at check-points. The awkward, under-breath laugh and,
"Running late too I see." And if you're lucky enough some just might blurt out their entire story of how they ended up this way. Obviously you're in too much of a rush and stress-mode to care or to even switch on your listening function button.
I eventually got to my seat, right up the front and a whole row all to myself. As I looked into my front seated pocket I found a much abandoned book titled,
"The Terrible Privacy of Maxwell Sim," which found its way into my bag.
My dilemmas definitely paid off.
So finally my excellent punctuality has come quite in handy.
As I normally arrive at least an hour early to everything, I notice while I'm waiting for the Brisbane airport express train, I cannot find my boarding pass.
As it was indeed a check-in from home printed pass, "Jetstar, saving you time!"
I was putting that into reverse. I never thought that, that icky feeling in my stomach of what-am-I-forgetting would have been one of the most important things I needed.
Murphy's law. Even though I leave an hour early, something is going to delay my time and punch me in the nerves.
So I awkwardly ran, imbalanced as I was holding carry-on luggage. There's no queues when you're running late for a flight only annoyed and frustrated faces as you cut into the line at security.
But this time I had a late partner. How funny is it, that as soon as you see someone else looking like an idiot (like yourself) running through the airport, you become instant friends, who keep bumping into each other at check-points. The awkward, under-breath laugh and,
"Running late too I see." And if you're lucky enough some just might blurt out their entire story of how they ended up this way. Obviously you're in too much of a rush and stress-mode to care or to even switch on your listening function button.
I eventually got to my seat, right up the front and a whole row all to myself. As I looked into my front seated pocket I found a much abandoned book titled,
"The Terrible Privacy of Maxwell Sim," which found its way into my bag.
My dilemmas definitely paid off.
Saturday, 2 April 2011
brisbane thus far.
So when I arrived in Brisbane my mother and I stretched our legs after a long 11 hr drive on our way down from Cairns. It was great family QT (quality time).
As I met one of my housemates for the very first time, I felt a rather strong sense of welcoming into their home as she helped me unpack my life of stuff from my car to my new room.
It was an interesting house from the start. There were characteristics of it that made it quite unique.
this amazing one hundred year old out-of-tune piano which unfortunately sits in the sun all day long..
this interesting collection over many years, of spiritually uplifting books, in which I have two in my possession. They are great.
However, a few weeks went by as I settled into this cute old queenslander and I began to know all its flaws, and floors for that matter.
The floor boards only in certain areas make noises, so over time I knew where to step and where not to step, it came to me a game at first but now...
Not to mention I would like to speak to the guy who ever built the walls, did he use paper and glue? I can hear every conversation of every evening my housemate talks on the phone.
But anyhow,
I received a nice friendly visit from Benji who lives in Cairns and we both tagged along with his cousins as new-bees to an AMAZING (which even that sounds like an understatement) cafe called Cirque. Situated in "the Valley" as some may say.. on Brunswick St. On any given day except for the weekends after 12pm you should be seated in an instant.
It was at this place that I truly feel in love again, with Flat Whites. They make the best.
Benj and I enjoying our flat whites.
Not to mention the food is overly amazing too! So kudos and "points" (in joke) to Em, Pistol Pete, Disney Dave and All-is-stare for taking us there. Thanks a million.
So in my first couple of weeks of living in Brisbane and being unemployed I pretty much got spoilt rotten with amazing food discovered by names mentioned above. Places include;
-Cirque
-Litte Greek
-Mekka Bah
-Dos Amigos
-The Gunshop Cafe
-Freestyle
-Cyber
I'm pretty sure I went to way more places than this, this is only half the list.
At this present time being unemployed came to such convenience for me, as I travelled to the beach a couple of times in those few weeks. I got to see real beaches, not like the ones that get called beaches which have brown water with insufficient waves in them. Nah not them kind. So heres a collection of photos from the beaches,
From Burleigh Heads, to Dicky's Beach.
That is all.
For now.
As I met one of my housemates for the very first time, I felt a rather strong sense of welcoming into their home as she helped me unpack my life of stuff from my car to my new room.
It was an interesting house from the start. There were characteristics of it that made it quite unique.
However, a few weeks went by as I settled into this cute old queenslander and I began to know all its flaws, and floors for that matter.
The floor boards only in certain areas make noises, so over time I knew where to step and where not to step, it came to me a game at first but now...
Not to mention I would like to speak to the guy who ever built the walls, did he use paper and glue? I can hear every conversation of every evening my housemate talks on the phone.
But anyhow,
I received a nice friendly visit from Benji who lives in Cairns and we both tagged along with his cousins as new-bees to an AMAZING (which even that sounds like an understatement) cafe called Cirque. Situated in "the Valley" as some may say.. on Brunswick St. On any given day except for the weekends after 12pm you should be seated in an instant.
It was at this place that I truly feel in love again, with Flat Whites. They make the best.
Not to mention the food is overly amazing too! So kudos and "points" (in joke) to Em, Pistol Pete, Disney Dave and All-is-stare for taking us there. Thanks a million.
So in my first couple of weeks of living in Brisbane and being unemployed I pretty much got spoilt rotten with amazing food discovered by names mentioned above. Places include;
-Cirque
-Litte Greek
-Mekka Bah
-Dos Amigos
-The Gunshop Cafe
-Freestyle
-Cyber
I'm pretty sure I went to way more places than this, this is only half the list.
At this present time being unemployed came to such convenience for me, as I travelled to the beach a couple of times in those few weeks. I got to see real beaches, not like the ones that get called beaches which have brown water with insufficient waves in them. Nah not them kind. So heres a collection of photos from the beaches,
From Burleigh Heads, to Dicky's Beach.
That is all.
For now.
checkout chik.
March 26th.
Topic of discussion today.
-Take pride in your job and in everything you do.
So today was quite productive. I went grocery shopping today and I even wrote a list before I went so I knew exactly what to get. As I got to the checkout standing there was
a teenage boy.
I don't mean to stereotype but there's just something about teenage boy checkout operators, well this one I had in particular. Whom which had the attitude of, this is just a job, I just need money, I wont look at you or speak to you during your shopping experience. Not to mention he didn't pack my groceries very well, I even separated them into sections on the moving belt so that all he had to do was put those sections into bags.
I don't know, maybe I'm a complete nutcase but I am firm in how I'd like my bags to be packed.
If there was anything I enjoyed most in my 4 years of being a checkout chick,
it was taking pride in my packing.
Making sure I didn't mix goods. And making sure the customer was happy and ask how they wanted their bags packed.
If you are going to take any meaning from this,
Take pride in what you do no matter how stupid your job may look. :)
Topic of discussion today.
-Take pride in your job and in everything you do.
So today was quite productive. I went grocery shopping today and I even wrote a list before I went so I knew exactly what to get. As I got to the checkout standing there was
a teenage boy.
I don't mean to stereotype but there's just something about teenage boy checkout operators, well this one I had in particular. Whom which had the attitude of, this is just a job, I just need money, I wont look at you or speak to you during your shopping experience. Not to mention he didn't pack my groceries very well, I even separated them into sections on the moving belt so that all he had to do was put those sections into bags.
I don't know, maybe I'm a complete nutcase but I am firm in how I'd like my bags to be packed.
If there was anything I enjoyed most in my 4 years of being a checkout chick,
it was taking pride in my packing.
Making sure I didn't mix goods. And making sure the customer was happy and ask how they wanted their bags packed.
If you are going to take any meaning from this,
Take pride in what you do no matter how stupid your job may look. :)
sick + noise combo
March 25th.
Sickness not quite overcome, to the point where if I exert myself even a little
I could back fire my healing process.
The overbearing, highs and lows of frequencies unfamiliar to our precious ears.
The later into the night the louder the mix becomes.
The sound of the crowd, slurring and humming their favourite tunes of the act.
The heat evaporating into little droplets of sweat on the next persons' shoulder.
The dissolving of foundation on pretty girls' faces'. And their eyeliner dispositioning itself for that matter too.
The endless number of feet stomping on the floor, in circles, in patterns, rhythms.
The smiles and drinks held upon head height just to last it's transfer.
The starring and judgement of dress codes filling empty spaces and blank faces.
Yep. I'm going to a gig.
Sickness not quite overcome, to the point where if I exert myself even a little
I could back fire my healing process.
The overbearing, highs and lows of frequencies unfamiliar to our precious ears.
The later into the night the louder the mix becomes.
The sound of the crowd, slurring and humming their favourite tunes of the act.
The heat evaporating into little droplets of sweat on the next persons' shoulder.
The dissolving of foundation on pretty girls' faces'. And their eyeliner dispositioning itself for that matter too.
The endless number of feet stomping on the floor, in circles, in patterns, rhythms.
The smiles and drinks held upon head height just to last it's transfer.
The starring and judgement of dress codes filling empty spaces and blank faces.
Yep. I'm going to a gig.
meeting old friends
March 3rd.
Theres just something magnificent about a catch up with an old friend.
The long hard-thought travelling time up until you meet, the reminiscing of times spent
over the years, wondering what they look like,
if their voice has changed. If their personality has changed.
What interests and hobbies now inspires them and fills their life.
If you have simliar things in common, getting back into the swing of jelling together.
Just a new experience with an old face. The awkward silences followed by,
"So what else is new?" and "what have I missed?"
Ahhh... friends, sweet friends.
Theres just something magnificent about a catch up with an old friend.
The long hard-thought travelling time up until you meet, the reminiscing of times spent
over the years, wondering what they look like,
if their voice has changed. If their personality has changed.
What interests and hobbies now inspires them and fills their life.
If you have simliar things in common, getting back into the swing of jelling together.
Just a new experience with an old face. The awkward silences followed by,
"So what else is new?" and "what have I missed?"
Ahhh... friends, sweet friends.
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