My First Memory
My cousin brought back a sheet of paper with a series of interesting questions that she had to answer as part of her orientation programme. I had a look at what was on it and realised that there were some that were quite thought provoking. I decided to start on the first question that was on the sheet...which was:
My first memory is...
My first memory is me and my family having a holiday in Cameron Highlands when I was about 3-4 years old. We were walking along a path to some waterfall in that area when a
gigantic milipede crossed our path. Alright,
my path. To my 3-year-old self, that milipede was like... 2 feet long. I shrieked and clutched hold of my dad and stood of his feet. That was how little I was still... my feet were small enough to be on his feet.
Anyway, I don't remember what happened after that, except that my brother kicked his slipper down a steep slope next to the path soon after.
Sigh. Feeling nostalgic.
The Trials Of Evelyn
Just a random list of things that has been happening lately in my life:
1. I was walking home from uni on Friday juggling my file of notes on one hand and a belated birthday present on the other. I dropped my file and 30 sheets of my notes flew as far as half a block down from where I was standing. I thought this only happened in movies! Anyway, while I was trying to retrieve the few that were still within reach, someone who happened to be on the opposite side of the street jogged over and helped me get the remaining sheets of paper. After thanking him and going on my way, I then dropped my file.
Again.
2. I flicked on the lights of my apartment and somehow managed to cause the entire apartment to black out. After fiddling around with the switch box, everything else managed to be up and running except the lights. Spent the entire night using table lamps and candles.
3. I chucked my clothes into the washing machine. One hour later, the spin cycle still refused to work. So there I was stranded with a whole washing machine full of clothes swimming in water. Had to knock on my neighbour's door to ask if I could spin dry my clothes there. Once again, I thanked my neighbour profusely.
4. I baked 3 cakes over the weekend! I managed to make a chocolate ripple cake, a chocolate chip cake and a marble cake without burning the house down. *sigh* I love baking. Intending to bake again tonight.
5. I finally have a bed. And a calendar with beagles on it. And another box of Koko Black chocolate! As long as my chocolate supply always replenishes itself magically (alright, it's not
magical. I have nice friends), I guess I can deal with whatever comes my way. I think.
Lessons I Have Learnt This Week
1. Never drop your file.
2. Always bake your cake on the higher rack of the oven.
3. The art of thanking people and asking for help is essential in life.
4. When you think nothing worse can happen - it happens.
5. I'm walking away.
After A While...
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open -
with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...that you really are strong and you really do have worth.
Veronica A. Shoffstall
Love At First Sight
On my 21st birthday when I was in St Kilda, I fell in love.
With a long-haired daschund.
The Way Things Turn Out
At the beginning of this year, I concluded that I had to remain positive. Positive thinking would bring positive results right?? That's how I saw it anyway. I was determined that as long as I remain positive, all things positive would come to me.
Almost a quarter of a year has passed and I can't say that life has been cruel to me. On the contrary, I have a lot to be thankful for. However, lots of things have been happening that are just...bizarre.
Do things happen for a reason, or is everything just an accident? Is there really such a thing as fate? I wonder. With each passing day I feel as if everything that has been happening seems to have no rhyme or reason - just a crazy jumble of odd happenings which has only managed to confuse me further.
One thing I know for sure - I. Must. Stop. Shopping.
Homeless
It all started out just fine. I woke up and went to uni in the morning. So far, so good. That was until I went home for lunch with a friend who wanted to see what an apartment that was half unpacked looked like. I showed her around my place, put on my shoes and got out of the house when it was time to go back to uni for my afternoon lesson. Leaving. My. Keys. At. Home.
Considering that I am currently the only person that is living in my house, that basically meant that there was only one set of keys in Melbourne that could open my door. I was lost. To make matters worse, my phone battery had gone flat. I was stranded out of my house on a Friday night with no phone and no key.
For the second time in less than 24 hours, I had to go to a random stranger to ask for help. In this case, it was an innocent person in Borders who was enjoying a quiet read. I walked up and beseeched him to lend me his mobile phone so that I could contact my cousin, who hopefully would and could come up with a super duper solution to my problem.
Thankfully, she told me that I could put up at her place for two nights until my housemate came back and I could open my apartment door.
Half of me is angry at myself for being so careless when at least 3 people told me that the wise thing to do was to make a duplicate and leave it with someone so that if I make such an idiotic mistake as to lock myself out of my own apartment somebody would have a duplicate. The other half of me is wondering if this is karmic retribution for some of the things that I have done this week that I have not been proud of.
I'm finally home today. Feeling so drained.
Retail Therapy
I believe that when everything ísn't going well and you're at the edge of insanity, the best thing for a girl to do is to just put on her nicest pair of heels, make sure there's a bankcard/credit card/any card that can be swiped on her and go shopping for a whole day.
It's very therapeutic. The retail industry is
designed to make you feel good about your purchases. It even teaches you how to tell yourself that every purchase you make is
needed and will be put to good use. You're buying what you
need, not
want.
Not only that, I believe that you lose weight when you go shopping. Think about it. You're on your feet the whole day walking around. On top of that you have to carry your shopping bags (unless some girls out there have managed to train someone to do it for them. I am not that fortunate. Yet.) and since shopping is so fun, food is optional.
Anyway, I was feeling depressed and therefore decided to make a trip purely for therapy. I left home with:
About 8 hours and goodness-knows-how-many dollars later, I came home. With this:
Shopping is a lifesaver.
Detestable
Evelyn's Pet Hates
1. Walking down a street and seeing somebody coming from the opposite direction wearing the same shirt/shoes/bag as I am.
2. Meeting the perfect shoe only to find out that they don't have it in my size.
3. Running out of excuses to get out of something I never wanted to do and finally being guilted into it.
4. Telling your friend you want to buy something that you really like but haven't had time to go and get it, only to see her with the exact same thing you were talking about 2 weeks later.
5. Waking up with a bad hair day.
6. Discovering that my toothpaste has been squeezed in the middle (there are whole posts devoted to this topic)
7. Coming home one day after a whole long day of shopping only to realise that I've lost one side of my favourite earring.
8. Someone calling me on the phone when I'm juggling 10 shopping bags.
9. Disconnecting from MSN every 5 minutes when I'm talking to people.
10. Trying to solve the Mystery Of The Missing Contact Lense when I wake up in the morning.
11. People telling me what to do when they clearly have no right to do so. Frankly, as far as I'm concerned, I'm only answerable to my parents. If you think my parents are lousy parents, keep it to yourself.
12. Any insinuation that I eat too little, eat too much, spend too much, shop too much, cook too little, goodness knows' what else that I'm supposed to be doing with
my life.
My. Life.. Please refer to point 11.
13. People with no tact. There are nice ways to say everything. And for the record, there are things that are just not meant to be said.
Sick and tired of many things that are happening in my life.
Star Studded
I'm officially 21 now.
Every present I got from my friends had some stars of some kind, be it the wrapping paper, the card or the object itself.
I guess everybody knows me.
I feel loved.
...
Several remarks that have been made to me in the past few days:
1.
"If I ever see you with a plaster knife in this workroom again carving plaster you won't live." - Prosthetics Demonstrator 1All I did was to remove a tiny piece of plaster from my denture model.
Really. *innocent* Anyway, it's not like I did it on purpose. I didn't even know we couldn't do that.
2.
"You're doing a rollie." - Prosthetics Demonstrator 2He then proceeded to roll my chair away and picked up my
white jacket from under the wheels. Or should I say
striped jacket. :(
3.
"You're talking too much." - Prosthetics Demonstrator 1Whenever someone says that to me, I always have this sinking feeling that maybe I
do talk too much. Maybe I should try being demure for a day and see what happens.
4.
"Size 36 did you say? Let me check. Yes, we do have it in store - the last pair in the entire state of Victoria." - FCUK salesgirlI didn't buy it. Alright, I did. But it was the LAST pair! To resist was impossible. It's a pastel green cork wedge...*sigh* That purchase has rendered me cashless for the next 3 weeks. But it was worth it. :D
5.
"I'm confiscating your Oreos" – FriendI'm Oreo-less. Someone come and feed me.
Odds and Ends
I've been in Melbourne for almost a week now and frankly, things have not really been going the way I want them to.
1. I got out of bed and stepped on my glasses a few days ago. I guess it's me and my spare pair of glasses for the rest of the year.
2. My thumb drive which I only used..hm...twice died on me. I don't know why.
3. I just realised that I did not bring back about 5 pairs of shoes back to Melbourne which should have been brought back.
4. I still have no internet. My only form of communication with the outside world is via email. *sniffles*
However, life hasn't been
that bad.
1. My room is now perfect. Perfect as in everything is in its place. Doubt that would be the case in a weeks' time. I'm particularly proud of the fact that I managed to sort my clothes by color. The sad news is, this system has made me realise that I should stop buying anything pink, white, blue or black. Also, a perfect room means a messy living room. My idea of cleaning up is to throw everything that I don't need somewhere else.
2. The death of a thumb drive only means one thing - that I'm destined to own some
other thumb drive. I interpret it as a clear sign that I should get an iPod Shuffle to replace it. Somehow I always knew I would own one...
3. Apparently, I am not going to be subjected to 8-5 classes and labs for the rest of my life. Next week I actually have
free days. Yay!
That's about it. Going back to setting teeth in wax to make a test model denture. Isn't. That. Fun.
Back In Reality
I'm finally back in Melbourne after 2 months of solid doing-nothing-bumming-around-the-house. In a sense,life is great. I get to go out when I want to, shop what I want, eat what I want (for most part - some of my friends are Nazis when it comes to trying to get me to eat healthy) and do basically anything if I so happen to have a whim.
However, coming back here wasn't easy - not when most of my friends won't be back for another 3 weeks and I have a whole house of unopened boxes. Luckily, I had a few friends who came over to help me unpack, to which I have to say thanks a million, zillion, trillion times. I'll probably stil be sitting on the boxes crying if none of you showed up. Haha...
Currently living with no internet, no phone line and no housemates. It gets very lonely at night, particularly because I am so used to having somebody to talk to on MSN whenever wherever. However, it is not so bad. All fellow dent students who had to come back earlier with me are keeping me company for now.
Just started my first day of uni learning how to make a pair of dentures. Currently battling with hot wax and stainless steel wires. Sometimes I wish I had never come to Melbourne :,(
Very whiny post. Will post about more cheerful things next time - such as my perfectly arranged wardrobe, to-die-for chocolate and more shoes.
Going back to waxing.
Disconnected
I have no internet for the next 3 weeks.
