Well, today is the day I will remember that I sold Blue Lightning. I can only hope it went to a good home.
I shall miss you Blue Lightning.
I’ll miss the times you provided me wheels to places.
I’ll miss the times you brought all of us down to the South West and brought us up safely again.
I’ll miss the twists and turns we went through in the forest on the way to Albany.
I’ll miss the times I had to wash and polish you till you shined in the sun.
I’ll miss the times where you played me music at full blast while I was getting to prac.
I’ll miss the times you provided me a way to get to and from church and cell groups.
Goodbye!
OK, so I’ve stayed away from blogging from a while due to the fact that I was so busy. I blame daylight savings. My advice: if there is anything wrong with your clocks and alarms and mobile phones, it has to be daylight savings.
OK, so here’s my daylight savings disaster of the year. As you all know, Perth has been having a trial of daylight savings for 3 years. So for the previous 3 years, we have been turning our clocks forwards by one hour in the summer and turning it back one hour in autumn. We had a dinner party on Saturday night and had some guests over. After everything, at about midnight I set my alarm at 8.30am to get up in time for church at 9.45am. That would leave me plenty of time to get ready and church is only 5 minutes away.
Or so I thought.
After that, I was about to go to sleep when I thought I’d better change all my clocks back an hour so I don’t need to do it in the morning. And I knew my mobile phone clock was not set on auto update so I had to do it manually. I thought by doing it manually, I don’t get confused and I avoid disaster. By this time, it was already past midnight, so in other words it was Sunday already. I moved my clock back an hour to 11.04pm, Saturday.
I woke up at 7am the new time, which was 8am the old time and I thought to myself, “Oh, its too early. Good, now I’ve got another hour and a half to sleep”. And I proceeded to go back to sleep.
When I woke up to the commotion outside my door, I was wondering why my aunty and cousin were being so noisy so early. I looked at my mobile and it read 9.47am.
I jumped out and raced to the bathroom and I think that is probably the shortest amount of time I’ve taken to get ready in the morning. I brushed my teeth, put my contacts in, threw on a dress and ran out the door.
And I got to church at 10am, which is when service starts. Admitedly I missed prayer but was on time for church. I’m never again going to make the same mistake of changing my clock after midnight. Daylight savings is not good.
VOTE NO FOR DAYLIGHT SAVINGS!
Oh, before I forget I must tell you about my dream. I had a really really weird, albeit nice dream last night. I can’t remember the first part of the dream, but someone was pregnant with their 2nd kid and they were married but not legally married so some random priest had to marry them legally before the 2nd kid arrived. And somehow this is in Jordan and I’m the sister of one of the people to be married, I can’t remember who. I have no idea why I have such weird dreams man.
But anyway, then they were having this lavish wedding ceremony and I was supposed to be involved in it but then this good looking guy (think Justin Timberlake cross with Zac Efron) came and we struck up a conversation and I decided to skip the wedding. I also don’t know why but I went with this guy and we went walking around and started talking and then he started to hold my hand. I think I know where this part came from. Someone was talking about Joe’s “testing water” lecture during lunch yesterday and it probably stuck in my head.
Back to the story, we started talking and then he bought me ice cream. And then I asked him why he’s in Jordan, is it by choice? He said no in a gruff way, and he turned away. So we walked back to the wedding and he lifted by the waist over some table. No idea why but everyone was wearing sarees and dancing.
And then my alarm rang. I woke up feeling refreshed, yet so surprised that I just had such a vivid and weird dream. What a dream. If only some nice guy would buy me an ice cream. LOL. I’m too easy to please.
I’ve indeed had a very interesting week.
On Monday night, I went over to Gen & Evan’s for dinner, which turned out to be a dinner with the with them, Glorz and Justin and Uncle Gilbert and Aunty Aubrey.
Then on Tuesday night, I was busy trying to organise life group (formerly know as cell group) for last week. It was Janet’s birthday on Friday and most of my group was going to attend so we moved the group to Thursday.
Wednesday night was going to Cottesloe beach to plan the life group and logistics of it.
Thursday night was life group at Cottesloe beach, reflecting on things and praying. It was quite a liberating experience I tell you.
Friday night was spent rearranging my room, I moved the bed and revamped my room.
Saturday was spent cooking, laundry, vacuuming, looking after the baby, attending the leaders’ forum at church and more cooking.
Today was spent going to church, having lunch with friends, fixing up the fly screens, cleaning, cooking, looking after the 2 kids (not mine) and more cleaning.
After winding down from the weekend, I just had a random thought. With all the cleaning and cooking and running round after the kids, I’m probably a housewife minus the husband.
Which led me to another scary thought.
I wouldn’t actually mind becoming a housewife should that be the case. The thought of baking, cleaning, cooking, grocery shopping and looking after the kids isn’t that bad. At least I know I can cook and clean the house. After 2 years of kindergarten, 6 years of primary school, 5 years of high school, 1 year of college and 4 years of uni, 2.5 months of working and now I want to be a housewife.
Tell me I need a brain reshuffle.
I have a question for you.
Why would anyone put raisins in a packet of muruku?
For those who don’t know, muruku is savoury snack, with things like dried peas, bits of biscuit like things, and nuts. Its a bit hard to explain but try googling it.
I won a Christmas hamper with the Christmas raffle and in it was a packet of muruku. Well, it isn’t called muruku but its called a savoury snack nibbbles by a brand called Majans and the product is actually called Bhuja Original Mix.
I supposed one could ask a few question of this dubious snack. What is a Bhuja Original Mix? In caps as well. Was there a variation from Bhuja? And what is a Bhuja anyway? So many questions, so few answers.
So there you go. That is the question of the day: Who would put raisins in a packet of Bhuja Orginal Mix?
I’ll leave it to you to answer that.
Yes, I am BACK from my hiatus!! Yes, I’m back at my place now. It feels good to be back, though I’m going to miss the 10 minute drive to work. Now I’ve got to get up earlier and get to work on time. I’ve got a 6.30am start next week, which means I’m going to have to leave home at about 6.10am latest. Which means a 5.30am wake up for me. I’m going to be so exhausted from that.
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Since I’ve finished writing my exam paper, I’ve been feeling at a bit of a loss as to what to do after work. See, I don’t think prac is stressful, in fact I’m loving it. I’ve also accepted the fact that I’ll be doing these kinds of hours at work when I start there, so to me I’m doing the best that I can to finish this prac and then continue to give my best while working. Only difference to the situation is that I’ll be paid when I join as an employee.
Once again, I digress.
See, I’m now quite relaxed at home and thought to myself, “Hey, my blog is looking a bit boring. True, I’ve created a header for my blog but I’m too much of a techno nincompoop to put it up”. So there you have it, I’m asking for help to put in my header for my blog. Anyone able to help me?
And seeing that I’m really too free, or rather I thought I might blog about something fun and insane this time. See, I’ve been known to have good and bad days in terms of my hair and make up. Sunday was a good day, I had a nice summer dress on and I put on subtle make up. I went to work today sans make up cause I had a meeting at 7.30am and rushed out of the house to get to work on time. So I’ve washed my face, washed my hair and gotten ready for bed.
Yes, you got it. I did take a picture of myself with make up and nice clothes and put it next to one with err….less appealing circumstances. This is probably a woman’s worst nightmare to be caught on camera sans makeup and with a mask on her face or something.
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Yes, that is what I look like after I shower.
No wonder I’m still single LOL.
Well, I didn’t really have a shopping spree, more like grocery shopping spree. I went to Coles and I couldn’t help but buy things that were on sale! Admittedly, I did need stuff anyway but I got it at a cheaper than usual price. Somehow I remind myself of Suet and coincidentally there is such a thing called Suet in the supermarkets. I shall take a picture of it soon. Speaking on which, I saw a gal on Friday that looked exactly like Suet on Friday, I almost walked up to her to say hi. Thankfully I didn’t cause obviously its not Suet who is in USA.
I digress.
Grocery shopping is so fun! OMG, I feel like an aunty la walking down the aisles and looking for the cheapest bargain there. Eh, I got sunscreen for $2.99 ok? It’s damn cheap lo. Can’t blame me right 
I am constantly on the road for work and need to protect my poor arms which get burnt in the summer sun. I picked up cans of tuna for 98 cents and there are cans of baked beans for $1, which I’m going to buy tomorrow. Haha….I think right, if you dumped me in Coles I can go shop non stop. I feel like a housewife buying groceries. OK, sometimes while I shop, I pretend I’m on a limitless budget and just walk the aisles wishing I could buy everything I see. Yes, I have an over active imagination.
I think grocery shopping is quite therapeutic. I tend to focus on what to buy and what I can make with the things I can get off the shelves. I think sometimes I can take hours just doing the shopping, thinking and planning for lunches and dinners. I must be getting old.
It has been a rather hit and miss week, quite literally as well as metaphorically. The week started with me being so sick that I was out of action in Sunday after church and on Monday, where I did not make it to work but instead slept most of the day away. I made it to work on Tuesday but got sent home after half a day due to my constant coughing and sneezing. Made it to work yesterday and gained back a bit of my appetite. I can say with glee that my clothes are now a bit looser and that the pair of shorts that I wore yesterday can be pulled down without being unbuttoned or unzipped. Though I would ask that nobody try to do that please, I prefer to be walking around with clothes ON thank you.
I was still feeling rather sick yesterday, my sore throat and sore nose from tissue burn didn’t help either. There was Found on last night and I was on the border of not going cause I thought I should be resting a bit more so I can recover quicker but I still pushed on and went, it was the first worship experience night we had and I felt like going. So I got there, I parked at my usual spot outside Amanda’s house on the sandy verge and went in. It was a great night last night, I admit I wasn’t really into it at first but it was after that I started doing a lot of thinking, about what each person had said last night. I could relate to what Sam was saying, there are many times where I try and grasp the concept that God is by faith and although I cannot physically see Him, He definitely exists and plays a huge part of my life. Sometimes I feel like God can’t hear me but when that happens, I see this chain of events that prove me wrong. Yesterday was just one concrete example of that.
As I said just now, I just wasn’t feeling up to going, but I thought I should go for support of the women’s ministry. So I went and I parked at my usual place, even though previously I’ve scraped the bottom my front bumper slightly while reversing I though it would be the same thing again. Not. As I left to go home after Found, I scraped my bumper, quite badly this time. As I reversed, I heard a snap and my heart dropped when I did. So I pulled over and saw that the left side of my front bumper had come out and was jutting out about 1 cm. Which is still 1 cm too much for comfort. So I drove home, contemplating my options, wondering why had I even parked at that spot, wondering where I could get it fixed for cheap.
I had a fitful sleep last night, I wasn’t too happy with myself, with what I had done to my beloved car, so disappointed that I ignored my own advice of not parking there anymore. So I got up extra early this morning and because I couldn’t find masking tape anywhere, I resorted to cutting up pieces of contact into strips and stuck it on my bumper to keep it in place for the trip to work. Unfortunately, I didn’t take a picture of it just cause I was so distraught that I had damaged my Blue Lightning once again. I rushed out of the house, trying to beat the traffic and create less stress on my car and me and managed to forget my cough syrup and honey and lemon drink in the morning. I made it to work in one piece and managed to drive to my final evaluation appointment which was over at the other AAWA site. Had my final evaluation with Sue and I passed with flying colours! The team were very impressed with my work on the life history book sample I created as well as the sensory boxes and cataloguing of the resources and creating how to sheets for them. They even got Joel to take a picture of me with the stuff I had put together there on my placement and that will go in the November staff newsletter Jess said she will send me a copy when they get it, so it will be rather odd seeing my face with all the things I did over the past 7 weeks there.
Louise and Deb took me out to Floreat Forum and we went crazy at the Bali Beach shop over there, with me looking for items for the sensory rummage boxes that were seriously cheap, and Deb and Louise shopping for house decorations. Louise treated me to lunch at Gloria Jean’s, which was really kind of her. I’ve got some goodies for them at the office that I’ll be giving them tomorrow. As we sat eating lunch, Louise and Deb offered me a paid job over the summer as a research assistant for a research project they are interested in. I was stoked! I think I froze and they gave me the details of it and it was great! It fit in perfectly with my summer plans and I get paid and I have the flexibility to do things. It was a dream come true! Little need to say, I accepted it right away, I wasn’t going to let this get out of my reach. As I’m goins to be applying for PR and need something to keep me occupied before I get a real job and it looks great on my CV. I couldn’t have asked for a better job! All this while, I still had the thought of fixing my car, nagging at the back of my mind. I couldn’t exactly drive around on my next prac with a lose bumper.
I rang the Proton smash repairers early in the morning and they said that they could try fixing it, or if it is bad they have to replace the bumper, which will cost 500-600 bucks, but will be covered by insurance. So I wrapped up things at prac earlier and got off at 3pm and raced to Proton to get the bumper fixed. Got there at about 3.20pm and had a discussion with the mechanic (he’s brilliant! I would highly recommend him) about my options and even though he had a full workshop, he fit me in and got my car fixed in 15 minutes. While he took my car off me to bring round to the workshop and I was waiting in the waiting room, contemplating how much I would have to pay for all that, he walks in 5 minutes later telling me that I was lucky that I brought it in today. They found a nail in my rear right tyre and by the looks of it, it had been there for a while. He said it was lucky they caught it now, cause it would have meant that any day now my tyre would have gone kaput if it wasn’t fixed. He even recommended me a place down the road that could do it for cheap. So off to Richard’s Tyrepower on Scarborough Beach Road I went, in search of a puncture fixer. No wonder for the past week or so I have heard a tick tick sound everytime I drive, turned out to be the blooming nail in the tyre.
I got there and managed to get them to squeeze me in, even though that meant I had to wait an hour, I would wait. I think today was just great, I managed to get my car fixed at 2 places where both workshops were full and I got it down for cheap and quite fast as well. I got the bumper fixed for $25 and the tyre fixed for $30. I drove home in good spirits and was just thinking about the day. Then I looked at the bigger picture of things, that if I had never rocked up to Found yesterday, I wouldn’t have snapped my bumper, then the mechanic wouldn’t have found the nail in my tyre and I would have had a punctured tyre at a later date and a lot more expensive repair as well as a lot more hassles. God definitely had my back and always had my back all this time however stupid I might have felt or however useless I feel. This might probably sound stupid but I’m not ashamed of it, I prayed while driving back today, thanked Him for all His blessings and everything He has given me so unconditionally. That I now can see it is His hands in every facet of my life, even without me knowing, carrying me all the way, consoling me and egging me on the times I feel like giving up. So I was crying while I was driving and I must have looked like a downright idiot, but you know I don’t care anymore. What I do care about is what God means to me and I’m glad I have a God that is so loving and full of grace
So all in all it has been an awesome day! I got a job offer, I got my car fixed and my supervisors at prac were highly impressed with me. God is great Even when I thought this was such a horrible week, I’m glad that with Christ in the vessel, I can smile in the storm.
Nic, you’ll be proud of me. I managed to cut across 5 lanes on the Mitchell Freeway in less than 500m at 9am. Haha….Though I probably won’t be doing that any time again in the immediate future
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