tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40170142012-02-01T03:03:03.110-08:00From a 25 year oldMonicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.comBlogger11311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-18457668590121491962012-01-31T06:20:00.000-08:002012-01-31T06:49:14.087-08:00

I met a fellow blogger for the first time. She is known by her red hair on her blog and she, like me, loves to write. We talked about our jobs. Our innate wants to be travel bloggers. It was refreshing to speak to someone who shares the same enthusiasm as I do for blogging. It got me so excited that I wrote my first blog on Emergen, which is a social network for young leaders.[insert tired eyes

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-66441245845945590842012-01-30T07:14:00.000-08:002012-01-30T07:15:41.675-08:00

Read all about it here.

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-40955902673675324522012-01-27T22:16:00.001-08:002012-01-30T07:14:46.969-08:00

"What is that smell?"I seem to ask that question a lot [in my head] these days in this mad heatwave. It is not a record breaking heatwave but it sure is making its mark.Ooh, I am about to do something spontaneous!There is a salsa class in half an hour. And I might just be able to make it for the bus!Here's to the friggin weekend!

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-5930123360581381042012-01-27T18:23:00.000-08:002012-01-27T22:13:11.346-08:00

I could have paid off my car by now. But I spent my money on food instead. And plane tickets. And booze. Special occasions. Doctor appointments. Gifts. And everyday smiles. I love everyday smiles.But the fortune cookie told me [in a nutshell] to "spend no mo". Even my zodiac horoscope contended the same. I know better than to base my decisions on such things but I need all the support/push that I

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-14319117499068547372012-01-22T05:45:00.000-08:002012-01-22T06:25:10.050-08:00

When you have stopped comparing yourself to others. When you have given yourself enough time to listen to your real thoughts. When you have found the space to breathe.Emptiness envelops you.Coordinate, organise and manage as you may. Fester yourself under layers and layers of control and the look of perfection.Your basic needs, as you discover, have neither been met nor satisfied.You find

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-86376081855928008742012-01-22T05:44:00.000-08:002012-01-22T05:45:10.728-08:00

Have you ever found yourself judging others? More specifically, someone whom you are akin to? Do you find yourself blocking out his/her thoughts? Not wanting to associate yourself with the same. Making up your mind about them right after they reveal their rawest and truest feelings to yourself? It is so easy to judge. To dissociate yourself from a person not unlike yourself. To deny the

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-51595340172182638492012-01-22T02:57:00.000-08:002012-01-22T06:26:43.876-08:00

I take it as normal to want to be different. To dodge the brackets of stereotype. But having said [typed] that, I am but a typical female.I want to be with my family. To be around their banter. Their straightforward and harmless ways.I want to own pretty things and to feel pretty too.I want to not be ashamed of what I want.And more than ever, I [too] want to be in a relationship. Experience its

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-81583940139133534912012-01-22T01:57:00.000-08:002012-01-22T06:14:34.875-08:00

I was troubled by my thoughts earlier but I was not going to let it dampen the moods of my day or of others. So I housed it well in a blogeth-this-later chalet.I do feel better now.It has been a while since I have listened Jason Mraz. And his happy tunes.[insert acceptance here]Here's to telling it like it is.

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-33077162804278996472012-01-18T02:57:00.000-08:002012-01-18T06:55:16.483-08:00

My reading pattern is by far one of the best examples of how my habits persevere, no matter how interesting or disinteresting the subject matter [book] is. If demonstrated on a graph, the length of time being the horizontal axis and the number of pages being the vertical, the line would start off and stay very close to the bottom of the scale until it reaches seven-eighth of the book. The line

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-50250546733728433052012-01-17T04:12:00.000-08:002012-01-18T02:57:46.347-08:00

Have you ever stared at something that looked like it was about to break apart and thought to yourself: "Hrm, I am pretty sure that I can do something about this"?I want to own things that I can use 50 years from now. Say, my guitar for example. Maybe at the age of 40, I will walk past it and suddenly decide to learn some [by then] old skool music. And at 60, have myself a jam session with my

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-15528107725598963392012-01-12T01:05:00.000-08:002012-01-12T04:30:32.591-08:00

I have not been myself as of late. Actually, allow me to correct that. I have not been my usual self as of late. I have so much angst and annoyance at the world at large that I cannot deign myself bother or care for social niceties. Dare I not think about my image. For should it be tainted, I might not let myself live to see another day. But whilst saying that, I would much rather die that to

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-74369705958758837712012-01-06T17:07:00.001-08:002012-01-06T17:07:31.480-08:00

Slow down. Do not get yourself so worked up. Be nice to the person who bathes you, walks you to the car each day, turns on the music for you and figures out all the impossible questions. Why are you so hard on yourself? Why do you think of yourself as incapable just because you take a different stance? Or have no stance at all. It is now as clear as day. He did nothing for me. The same me

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-81725770713216344672012-01-06T08:22:00.000-08:002012-01-06T09:45:35.481-08:00

He who is unable to let go of his past will never [ever] fully appreciate or take a hold of what he has in the present.

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-41168717959705762732012-01-05T02:48:00.000-08:002012-01-05T03:47:44.337-08:00

Paper bag - Fiona ApplePrecious illusions - Alanis MorrisetteIris - Goo Goo DollsStay just a little - Kina GrannisThat girl - David ChoiToday was one of those days where a simple thank you made all the difference. I did not go to the beach today. But I did go yesterday. I love time. Spent.On my own.Here's to being born in the 80s.

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-42936189772463624232012-01-04T04:47:00.000-08:002012-01-05T03:53:07.673-08:00

There once lived a mouse that was a happy colour of yellow with fancy white polkadots. Being the eccentric mouse that it was, it went in search of the sweetest smells. It has wriggled its tiny toes into the softest marshmallows, run through forests of strawberries and jumped through cushy walls of fairy floss into bowls of sprinkles.And not once did it trail too far from its home. A home which,

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-62377453757063477512012-01-02T05:14:00.000-08:002012-01-05T02:47:21.924-08:00

Two hours to go before I call it a night. I feel somewhat dissatisfied with my three day long weekend. But it may just be that part of me that lives off a busy and filled schedule.I did clean the stove and its surrounds today. And cooked a Chinese styled turkey and mushroom soup. The turkey was not Chinese styled. The soup was. Just to clarify. And I slept in until late. Is your body mass somehow

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-43281727551216333672012-01-01T02:59:00.000-08:002012-01-01T06:11:44.178-08:00

How long should we dwell on an issue before we move on? By issue, I mean, a discovery of a medical condition. One that will remain with you for the rest of your life.Upon finding out that I might have to go for counselling [not to treat this medical condition but] to train my brain to ignore it, I felt robbed of the one thing that I love more than anything else. Music. No more concerts, no pubs

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-91619821878946789422011-12-30T04:16:00.000-08:002011-12-30T05:36:34.616-08:00

OneYou see that tree at top of the hill? No, not the one with all the singing birds and marvelous flowers. TwoI am running faster than you. ThreeToday.I leave things to mood. If I feel like chocolate, I will do whatever it is in my power [insert sinister slash evil laugh here] to have it. And if I feel like holding things off, I do. ThreeI have never crossed a finish line. Si, hablamos literal

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-30427898471102838392011-12-27T05:26:00.000-08:002011-12-27T06:40:52.222-08:00

How would you like to be remembered? I was over at Sean's place today and he showed me pieces of the puzzle of his ancestry that he [with much research, time and effort] has been putting together in the past couple of months. It is amazing. He told me about his great great grandfather who was originally from America and who came to Australia in a supposed scandalous feat which involved $50,000

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-70095187314586813302011-12-24T07:02:00.000-08:002011-12-24T07:57:09.838-08:00

Tis the birth of our Lord Jesus Christ. Yes, we remember how he loved us. How he loves us. To this day, the words of the scriptures resonate through. Be it in mass proceedings, self readings, church group meetings. The teachings are laid out in terms that we can understand and relate to. To reflect upon.To act with Love. To walk humbly with our God. So what is the significance of the Christmas

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-2471310784254892512011-12-23T17:54:00.001-08:002011-12-23T17:54:00.484-08:00

I thought that I would wake up feeling better. Obviously the bright and shining moment has not arrived to come and save me. So what have I planned for the four day long weekend? Absolutely nothing. I do not even know what we will be having for Christmas lunch. Or if we are going to be having a Christmas lunch. Typical of me to have plans in my head but not organise anything. I just need to

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-34784123665436945742011-12-22T14:51:00.001-08:002011-12-22T14:51:36.602-08:00

I have always imagined the best gifts presented in the most amazing wrapping and accompanied by heartfelt cards. But when Rodney stood at the door of his house with a Garmin box in his hands, I could not have been more surprised or have had a wider smile on my face. Eunice [who I found out later] was the mastermind behind the gift. Incredible. Forget the wishy washy christmas themed gift

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-20788567536874285502011-12-20T05:02:00.000-08:002011-12-20T14:05:11.954-08:00

When she said that she was getting the carpet cleaners over at 4.30, I thought nothing more of it and met up with her at her place after work. It was only when I walked into the house and saw that all the furniture had been removed that I realised she was moving out. How could this have happened, I thought to myself. And why was I feeling like a part of me was being ripped away? I had not

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-12405856576116118582011-12-19T01:53:00.000-08:002011-12-19T02:27:27.641-08:00

May you bring me the man of my dreams, with a karat pink diamond in one hand and keys to our new home in the other.[insert chuckle here]If there is one thing that I have yet to have, it is a pair of real [-ly expensive] diamond earrings.Asian please, you know I love my bling. Here's to all things big.

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-90522346411332082142011-12-18T06:08:00.000-08:002011-12-19T02:30:07.629-08:00

I went to Mullaloo today.I had not intended on driving that far North but having missed my turn off the freeway, I thought it would only make sense to then find a nice sounding exit.Note that I did have [some form of] a plan. I wanted to go to the beach. And I wanted to go Northwards.This time I brought a new book with me. Actually, it is Glenn's book. He saw that I was reading Carlos Ruiz

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-14308044104617513232011-12-17T12:07:00.001-08:002011-12-19T02:30:37.440-08:00

Drunk texting does not make sense.Why would you text someone your absolute true feelings when you are intoxicated?It frustrates me that I lie to myself everyday. That I shield myself from...I am tempted to drunk text.But I am sensible enough not to.Time to remove a certain someone from my phone. This makes me want to cry.I will be better tomorrow. Or should I say, later today.Here's to me

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-13788499163729408972011-12-16T14:40:00.001-08:002011-12-19T02:31:24.387-08:00

I love my family.Love.I wish we had more words to describe love. It is almost as if love, the word in itself, limits the extend of how much we can express our feelings of love. What about the kind of love that is spoken in anger? Where you love the person so much but you are terrible to them. The complicated kind of love.How about love where the eyes never meet? The love that lasts for years and

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-40213533825150863432011-12-14T06:32:00.000-08:002011-12-14T07:02:24.282-08:00

My rendition of the big little double u. Watching the sun set in SABarbecue at Mill PointView of the city from the Kalamunda hillsMy reggae wanna-be Choo ChooOcean blueGo SGS!Along the swan riverAll the pretty horses, Fairbridge VillageGolfing [or so it seems] at WembleyMoo? Blue cow cheese factory, AeradeMy baby sis at Victor Harbour*wha-eva*Here's to more fun times ahead!

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-79339143295329072212011-12-14T04:42:00.000-08:002011-12-14T07:04:54.881-08:00

I went to the beach yesterday. And on Sunday. I love how mother nature, in her delicate and special way, throws on a show everyday. Without fail. The splashing of waves against the shore, the amazing display of colours across the sky as the sun takes its rest and the ever cooling ocean breeze. Have I mentioned how much I love the feel of sand under my feet? Not just any sand but beach sand. I

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-79226437351982571112011-12-03T06:29:00.001-08:002011-12-03T07:23:00.205-08:00

I am passionate about the outdoors. Minus the bugs.I seek the wonders of the everyday. For I despair in the routine. I am terrible at receiving criticism.For it echoes the resilient voice of the self critic in me. Acknowledgement from others make my day.Yet, anonymity is my comfort zone. I cannot bear being predictable.I am not all for the lookout. I want to enjoy each and every step. To be

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-579561657041368582011-11-28T02:34:00.000-08:002011-11-28T05:01:05.445-08:00

Music is my life. It expresses my moods. Extends a part of myself beyond words. And I cannot fathom the idea of pretending to enjoy something that I do not. Especially when it comes to music. I cannot love what I do not love. Nor can I love what I do not know. There must be an instant connection between a piece of music and myself for me to listen to it. To tap my feet to it. To get a form of

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-28816056571177660652011-11-27T02:55:00.000-08:002011-11-27T03:30:40.102-08:00

It has been 52 hours.And I am already feeling a pinch of nostalgia. I can affirm that my affinity and love for nature precedes all. Caught in my reflection on the first night, I wrote this:As I lie here in my swag gazing at the stars above me, I almost want to cry. This is amazing.I have ladies speaking in Dutch to the right of me. A German, an English and French to my left. And the sounds of the

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-36147869250004541882011-11-13T16:53:00.001-08:002011-11-13T16:53:37.030-08:00

Life is good especially when you have a reason to shop. And when you have a whole day to yourself to do so. I am out in the "posh" end of Rundle Street in Adelaide city where the alfresco cafes and boutique stores are. This is also where all the outdoor camping stores are. And where my favourite make-your-own jewellery store is. Having spent the morning looking for the perfect pair of walking

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-21709643211365460832011-11-09T06:04:00.000-08:002011-11-09T07:15:42.386-08:00

If there is one thing that I have picked up from having lived here for so long, it is the way people ask how your day is when in actual fact, they are just saying hello. It happens ever so often that it becomes a norm to respond with a "Yeah, I'm alright" [with a high end intonation] and walk on. I have fun with it [my foreign self] sometimes. When I am in a serious meeting, unbeknownst to the

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-5912992458040923222011-11-05T05:44:00.000-07:002011-11-05T07:29:19.264-07:00

I find solace in chocolate. And in music. Erykah Badu. Musiq Soulchild. Darrell Lea. [insert chuckle here]I can feel so defeated sometimes. It gets to me when I have been any less than diligent. When I know that I could have done better. My burgeoning tummy needs a reduced portion of chocolate solace. So it was about time that I listened hard to the side of my thoughts that told me to smile. To

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-9397232125539467382011-11-03T08:26:00.001-07:002011-11-03T08:27:10.809-07:00

So what is going through my mind as I lie here in my hazy tiredness? The heat. The slumbering heat in my room. Teasing my skin to perspire. My fingernails. Freshly painted in a shade of midnight cough. I mean, midnight blue. I had a fit of cough and it [the cough] somehow eluded me and escaped onto the keyboard. Of my iphone. Now, I am imagining myself vacationing in a far away place,

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-544406793786837262011-11-02T06:32:00.000-07:002011-11-02T07:43:26.473-07:00

I felt so useless as I stood there. My levels of discomfort rose so high that I could hardly breathe and as I went back to my seat, I air stabbed myself in the heart. Try as I may, I fail miserably at filling in pauses of group conversations. Do I think too much? Am I slow? Or is it simply not my nature to blabber? It is like being a relationship. It involves communication. An exchange of

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-28480014682210072262011-11-01T07:09:00.001-07:002011-11-01T07:33:09.846-07:00

If I was a man, I'd be married right now. I know what I want. I know who I want. But it is not a gurl's place to lead. If the dude is feeling what you're feeling, then [let it be known that] he will act on it. Fact is, he hasn't. Isn't. And he won't. So quit waitin' around.If he ain't working for you, gurl... you & him [it] ain't goin to work. Know wha I mean? Eh heh heh!

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-68853001001760477702011-10-30T05:14:00.000-07:002011-10-30T06:45:58.718-07:00

It is disconcerting. The fact that the end of the year is closing in on us. This coming weekend, I plan to venture out of Freo in a scooter. In two weeks, I will be travelling back to Adelaide for an extended weekend catch up with my little sister. And in three, I will be bush camping. I am rather nervous about camping because there will be two days where we will have no access to facilities. My

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-28698374234205554752011-10-27T23:53:00.000-07:002011-10-28T02:28:28.260-07:00

So what goes? Well, there is work. Much can be said about work but even in its best of times, work and all its wonders shall remain outside the blog domain. So what else is new? I bought a new board game yesterday. In fact, it is the only board game that I have ever purchased in my life [thus far]. I have always had minimal interest in board games. Partly because I lack the gene that understands

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-35855206642239734062011-10-21T22:19:00.000-07:002011-10-25T17:26:12.880-07:00

There is a part of us that yearns for perfection. And when we are criticised or told to do better in something that we believe ourselves to be doing our best in, it changes us. And sometimes, it is for the worse. We start feeling inferior. And even fear doing what we love. We become cynical, defensive and [in our lowest moment] lost. The only way to get over this is to step up your game. To

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-80657275650611240732011-10-19T06:27:00.000-07:002011-10-19T08:07:51.073-07:00

Ten things that men should know:1We do take notice of a man who smells good, looks good [shaven, ironed clothes, no holes in socks] and feels good about himself. 2A friendly punch on the arm is still a punch. 3The flowers do work. 4Profanity and angst are most unappealing. 5Do not, I beg of you, do NOT disappear on us. 6The grabbing of the bum is inappropriate at all times.7Know when we are

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-9162912744159812072011-10-17T06:48:00.000-07:002011-10-17T07:38:40.910-07:00

I feel so uneasy. I want to go for a run. But I am afraid of running in the dark. I have not been at ease lately. Things like leaving clothes in the washer get to me. I lose sleep over chores that have been left undone. I feel almost at guilt if I do not do anything. I am trying to juggle a healthy work-life balance but it is proving harder each day. I do not need another holiday. I just need 10

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-83655082242480639272011-10-15T23:43:00.000-07:002011-10-16T00:45:01.578-07:00

G: Let's have a big nightMe: How big?G: Big like our Burswood night out bigMe: Oh, THAT big*both of us burst out into fits of laughter*Took me all of Saturday to recover.Some hip hop puns were never meant to be...

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-56259338037435886972011-10-07T04:29:00.000-07:002011-10-11T05:22:39.408-07:00

When people feast their eyes on something they like [like food], they salivate right?Well, my mouth just salivates when I talk to certain people and it makes me feel so uncomfortable. Especially when I do that with my normal joe bloggs. So I do a "smile" to dry out the mouth. But the thing is, I have noticed the other person[s] doing the same thing. Trying to control the uncontrollable [flash

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-75873319413881126832011-10-04T18:25:00.000-07:002011-10-05T07:20:24.841-07:00

"But he is a Christian..." Amongst the many misconceptions of the world, this has to be the most painful one to put up with. Yes, Christians share a common belief. And have teachings of faith, hope and love. But they are not saints. They will lose their temper. And do all the things that normal people do. At times, these could be intolerable, unimaginable and inappropriate things. Why [you

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-73767065704922281692011-09-29T05:52:00.000-07:002011-09-29T07:30:14.954-07:00

I am so upset with myself right now. A guy was drinking excessively next to me on the plane with a girl who was seated to his left. Both were flirt laughing. Both just met. And both were very loud. So for three-quarters of the plane ride, I had my headphones on and they were tolerable.But when the seat-belt sign came on for landing, both of them decided that they needed to go to the washroom. And

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-58801704518051774752011-09-27T06:43:00.000-07:002011-09-28T06:28:08.697-07:00

I can finally conclude that I am not a girly girl.First things first, I usually wear what I feel like wearing. Whatever suits my mood. Be it a green dress with white polkadots and red shoes when I feel artsy. Black top and skirt with a grey jumper when I want to cover up and still feel chic. Off shoulder bright orange top with 3/4 gypsy pants and ballet shoes when I am out and about under the sun

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-51116284910657706622011-09-26T03:16:00.001-07:002011-09-26T05:19:47.310-07:00

It is difficult being around people who are uncomfortable with themselves. You [almost] have to pull yourself back and put your emotions aside. And take whatever they say with a pinch of salt. They have a tendency to make you feel bad for doing well. Downplay themselves. Assume that you are in a better position. Ask leading questions. Dwell in self-pity. Are unable to see past the problem. And

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-89643102596361257212011-09-24T18:24:00.001-07:002011-09-24T18:24:03.127-07:00

When I am with someone that I have taken a liking to, it feels normal. Nothing out of the ordinary. But when I leave, that is when it hits. It. I do not know what "it" is but it consumes me! It makes no sense. Why can I not feel the way I felt when I was with that person? I know when I hang out with my gurls, I get really happy after. It is like a retention of the feelings that I have

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-33721091270615386712011-09-23T17:00:00.001-07:002011-09-24T07:46:55.461-07:00

Do you wake up on a Friday feeling relieved because it is finally the end of a working week? Or go to bed on Sunday dreading the waking hours of Monday? It makes me wonder if everyone goes through it. Regardless of how much they thrive and enjoy their jobs. I get serious Mondayitis. Nowadays I just get on with it. Have an early start. Do my hours and then go. The rest of the week is when I

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-50144850862975280352011-09-23T05:09:00.000-07:002011-09-23T06:55:24.126-07:00

Imagine a world without organisation. A world without inhibition. A world where you are free to do whatever you want whenever you want.Ashamedly, I would be like a dog missing [frantically searching for] its leash in a world without rules.We can live like there is no tomorrow. Or plan our days by the second. Set goals at every turning of age. Restrict what we can or cannot do. But we cannot lie

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-79624343710197195112011-09-19T07:31:00.000-07:002011-09-19T22:10:23.812-07:00

Things do not come cheap these days. So instead of going to a cafe, I will find myself a nice chair and table for my balcony and maketh my own home-styled cafe. I will invite my friends over for lunches and dinners instead of eating out. And I will eat more vegetables. I will change my sense of style by mixing and matching my existing clothes instead of buying new ones. I will still do the

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-29958489971578377562011-09-18T00:21:00.001-07:002011-09-18T01:01:15.854-07:00

[drizzle]Which explains why our feelings are [ironically] unexplainable. Why we know the unmissable consequences of our actions but still go ahead because it beseeches us.Trapped in a loop forewarned by experience but overpowered by our [damned] default setting. To live life to the fullest. And to love.I am...I do.Here's to finding the secret garden.

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-51430562060605818712011-09-16T16:05:00.001-07:002011-09-18T01:00:23.162-07:00

Today is THE day.As the bridesmaid, I have been appointed with the role of organising the hens.Tis an honour indeed.So in the past couple of weeks, I have been planning the activities, organising the venues, calling up and emailing caterers/restaurants/dance instructors/clubs/bus charters, liaising with guests, controlling the budget [down to the cent] and shopping. I admit that I have been

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-59907299721768557892011-09-16T07:17:00.001-07:002011-09-18T01:06:00.681-07:00

I feel all over the place. I have been thinking too much. I woke up this morning at 5 and I was not able to put my mind back at ease.I feel like I have not rested in days. I keep waking up in the middle of the night.Thinking.About everything.And I feel so worn out.Maybe, I am single for a reason. [Maybe] I am easily eraseable from one's life. Forgotten like crumbs off a fine loaf of bread.But I

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-63777236790542419362011-09-14T06:46:00.001-07:002011-09-14T06:58:40.622-07:00

My baby sister is a lil' tipsy bottle of sunshine. She is so deceivingly quiet around people and it drives me insane because she always has SO much to say. You can be looking at the same thing as she is but she will see it so differently that it completely throws you off your tangent. And makes you laugh [so hard]. Her thoughts are refreshing and sweet. And her innocently gullible and trustful

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-81127076918137256602011-09-10T18:35:00.001-07:002011-09-11T06:24:40.609-07:00

Relinquish me from this nonsensical hoping and wishing.I am 26.I should know how to handle these emotions by now. Know how to NOT let them get the best of me. And not get carried away by them.Foolish is a funny word, is it not? Almost like an east meets west dictionary collaboration. "Foo" and "lish". Nothing foolish in that combination of syllables. Quite clever in fact.Choolish.Gawd, now that

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-58831282860004692292011-09-10T03:04:00.000-07:002011-09-10T05:01:16.638-07:00

We all have our problems.Each and every single one of us. We can choose to dwell on it. Have ice cream while thinking about it. Talk about it. Write about it. Sing about it. But there is no clear guideline to fixing it. And sometimes, we need to know when there is nothing that we can do. When we have to let go. And let things be.

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-21871251530124885112011-09-03T17:31:00.001-07:002011-09-04T03:15:11.183-07:00

I woke up feeling sad but inspired to film again. I dreamt that I was at a screening and I was watching a film clip that was made by a boy who was sitting in the front row, a few seats across from where I was. He had red hair, freckles and looked quite out of place amongst his fellow classmates. There was no dialogue in the film but the music carried the script well. The mise-en-scene, though

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-35514911509782200862011-09-03T09:42:00.001-07:002011-09-03T17:01:22.254-07:00

I feel a change. It is subtle but I can feel it taking its course. Sometimes when I am caught in a conversation, one which does not involve much of my input, I [almost] feel like I am watching an old 60s film clip. I can hear the reels playing in the background and it is as if the visuals in front of me are of another dimension. And I get really quiet when this happens. Not because I am not there

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-60540645340021800572011-09-01T08:20:00.001-07:002011-09-01T08:20:35.423-07:00

If you, like me, are amused by the littlest of things and own an iphone, press a letter in the "keyboard" and then press the space bar twice. Uhuh, the fullstop automatically appears. Beat that 123!

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-83191311413009725682011-08-27T07:07:00.000-07:002011-08-28T04:44:13.475-07:00

I am beginning to think that the privileges of the single[s] life is not in what you do but in being able to do as you wish, when you wish. I was an hour too early for my friend's surprise birthday dinner at Northbridge and decided to head to a bar mentally noted some weeks back to suss out. I was cautious of my short purple skirt but I was also aware that spontaneity waited for no one so I went

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-15966781499853900862011-08-27T06:46:00.002-07:002011-08-27T07:07:17.340-07:00

It never occurred to me that I have never, in my entire life, hung out with a group of boys. Well, not until last night. And it was different. Boys are so easy going. So casual. They rock up wearing whatever, buy a drink and just stand around chatting. And when they are done with their drinks, they continue to engage in their conversations, holding onto their empty glass. No flicking of the

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-53603687795543064342011-08-23T02:16:00.000-07:002011-08-23T03:02:06.731-07:00

After I had my dinner, I went over to check my phone and this is what I found on my whatsapp chat. I'm spot the dog Tafe don't give me enough time to sleep So now... I am ching ming the panda that eats snow pea And now I just look like your average workmate Five minutes later.... My face is starting to get itchy ~ Wah its so hard to wash off Thirty minutes later... Not fun anymore My 18 year

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-62770337090224223752011-08-22T02:42:00.000-07:002011-08-22T02:52:59.150-07:00

I have officially resigned from my second job. It sure was fun. But I am glad to have my weekends back. Here's to doing what you love.

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-32151148934176841252011-08-20T11:39:00.001-07:002011-08-20T11:39:20.770-07:00

I know I should not let it get to me. But when I am out in the clubs and there are girls who are naturally so beautiful and have model like figures, it is hard not to. I know we are all made differently. And when I am out to have a good time, it matters not how I look as long as I feel good about myself.But it is a constant battle. Telling myself I am who I am and that nothing compares. Yes, I

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-78396490797783762912011-08-19T18:23:00.001-07:002011-08-19T18:23:17.579-07:00

I have a trail of endless to do lists.Organise family photos to put up in my room. Frames and all. Organise furniture in my bedroom.Get a bedside table. Sort out paperwork. Like my super. This to do has been on my list since 2005!I really need to get my tax done. A make over of my life is also in due. I do not know if it is a change of scenery that I need or a change in attitude.I am struggling

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-29971920462098651752011-08-13T20:42:00.001-07:002011-08-13T22:05:39.210-07:00

It is painful. Trying to decipher between expectations of thyself [between my own expectations and expectations of others]. And being able to draw a line between the two. It is time to be realistic. I am no super woman. While I may be a do gooder, peace loving and honest person, there are some things that I cannot and will not do for others. Or must I say, should not have to do. I clamber. On

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-31961671990387003542011-08-09T05:31:00.000-07:002011-08-09T06:17:31.129-07:00

I went for a fire procedures training yesterday. Theoretically, to stop a fire, you have to remove one of the components that causes the fire - heat, fuel or oxygen. And there are different fire categories. Which is why there are different fire extinguishers. I learnt that the stripes on the fire extinguishers signify the different fire extinguisher types. Black strip for CO2. Blue for foam.

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-91198318301753215602011-08-07T06:40:00.000-07:002011-08-08T03:23:32.165-07:00

It has been a weekend of fine music and relaxation. For the first time in a long time, I had nothing planned in my calendar and it remained that way. If only the weekend hours could stretch themselves out... milliseconds passing like minutes... hours like days. What do other single people do in their spare time? And I do not mean with the intention of hooking up. I mean, a person who is free to

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-9486656248894693412011-08-06T02:56:00.000-07:002011-08-06T04:06:34.068-07:00

When you love yourself, you are comfortable enough to not have the urge to physically attract attention because you accept all that you are as beautiful and that anybody who appreciates true beauty will appreciate you. I was in the line to take a photograph with 112 [pronounced one-twelve] after their performance when one of the girls in line turned to me and asked which one of the guys was 112.

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-17737496790387718292011-08-03T05:14:00.001-07:002011-08-03T05:14:31.427-07:00

Any 104 ideas for me? I am all ears.

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-60772751200896331102011-08-02T08:23:00.001-07:002011-08-02T08:23:10.108-07:00

This has been quite a spectacular evening. I finally did my laundry, vacuumed the house, cleaned the kitchen and prepared my gear for tomorrow. Pampered myself with a bit of facial goodness too. And I even got to watch winners and losers, my all time favourite Aussie TV series. I still think Melanie Vellajo is gorgeous. I wore my new work dress today. Felt so chic. I am going to watch 112

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-2383143789609814092011-08-01T05:05:00.000-07:002011-08-01T07:23:44.657-07:00

I felt such heartache today that I could hardly breathe. I have been repressing my feelings for many reasons. Some days it works in keeping my mind sane. Other days, like today, it becomes impossible not to laugh a hearty laugh and to just enjoy the moment. To let that warm and fuzzy feeling linger a little bit longer. When people are honest and genuine with me, I cannot help but to reciprocate.

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-46260923722971987602011-07-31T01:22:00.000-07:002011-07-31T08:04:47.102-07:00

There will always be someone who is "nicer" than you. Better looking than you. More experienced than you. And yes, I could easily say that it is because we are individuals and we are unique and blah blah blah but at the end of the day, it boils down to what you are going to do about it. What are you going to do?I know that I will always be looked at as a foreigner in this country no matter how

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-74292138490096022142011-07-27T02:41:00.000-07:002011-07-27T05:19:39.867-07:00

If you own a car in Perth, head to the vehicle licensing webpage to check if your vehicle license is up for renewal.Because if you:1. Did not receive your renewal letters and2. Missed all the reminder lettersYou might find yourself in court. Or better yet [seriously] only have to pay a $100ish fine. And if you have to pay a fine or head to court, you will still have to:1. Call the inspection

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-12838437802061990892011-07-26T06:27:00.000-07:002011-07-26T08:22:31.210-07:00

Bland. Things have been so slow since I have been back. Or rather, I have been taking things slow. I am not a confrontational or argumentative person by nature. And I can be easily swayed. Not because I do not have an opinion but because I get distracted so easily. And I tend to agree so as to not disagree. Me: An apple sounds good.B: Did you know that cheese is a good source of protein? It helps

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-12885533194277678162011-07-25T04:42:00.000-07:002011-07-25T04:54:10.016-07:00

Given a ready-made meal that only requires heating, I would prefer not to eat just so I do not have to get off the couch. I have no will power after couch o'clock. It is as if all energy has been sucked out of my body. It becomes too much of an effort to do anything.I love sleeping. I especially love the feeling I get before I fall asleep. The completely relaxed and silent mode. And the knowledge

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-87067209017823022852011-07-23T22:02:00.000-07:002011-07-26T07:35:45.379-07:00

It is ironic that I shy away from market researchers but own a blog. Come to think of it, it has been a little more than nine years since I started writing this blog. You would think that I would have it all figured out by now.It being life and all its wonderful mysteries.But like they say, why go and spoil all the fun.So here I am back in Perth savouring what is left of the weekend. And looking

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-26024306527010360252011-07-20T05:14:00.000-07:002011-07-20T05:50:17.560-07:00

Floral suitcases.Boys with guitars.Matching scarves and shoes.Anything bright yellow. Classic bicycles... with skater-styled helmets.Cappuccino and chocolate.Boots.Red brick walls.Here's to feeling happy.

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-10983421149531504482011-07-18T22:36:00.000-07:002011-07-18T23:05:23.770-07:00

I was wandering around the streets of Adelaide city this morning and for some reason, I started to reflect on my life. I guess it is every traveler's tale of realising how much or how little you have when you step outside of your normal routine. It made me want to change my wardrobe colours. So I ended buying two pairs of shoes. One red and one purple. It also made me feel like a change of

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-65542136590242569572011-07-18T16:40:00.001-07:002011-07-18T22:20:58.327-07:00

I am finally having a relaxing cup of coffee in a lil cafe at Adelaide. With a chocolate croissant of course. Ahh, cest la vie. Here's to chilling out on a Tuesday morning...

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-12128159202606804572011-07-18T07:33:00.001-07:002011-07-18T07:33:31.750-07:00

Talk about being a committed blogger...It has been an eventful past two days. But I reached my limit earlier this evening and took it out on my sister. I have had bad experiences with renting in the past and so I want to do what I can to shield my sister from dramas with renting. But I got so edgy and bossy earlier, telling her to make calls [to the electrical company] without really explaining

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-82166464555305610952011-07-16T04:43:00.001-07:002011-07-26T07:28:11.515-07:00

I am loving this place. Spent a good hour this morning writing to my family about how great Adelaide is.Everything is within reach of the city. And the city is equivalent to Perth's Hay and Murray St malls combined with Carousel and Garden City. It is a mish mash of shops, cafes, restaurants, bars and pubs. And if you take your time, you will discover that there are cute shops and bars along the

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-51527694237102591952011-07-13T16:29:00.001-07:002011-07-16T04:43:49.076-07:00

I was accused of a wrongdoing yesterday. Did I do what I was supposed to do? Promptly in fact. Now, did I do it the right way? At the time, I believed myself to have done it correctly.But might I have made a mistake? Possibly.Does it bother me? Yes, very much so. Should it bother me so much? No, I do not believe that there is any ground to ring the alarms or to be on defense mode.Now what am I

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-77082778827231799482011-07-11T04:16:00.000-07:002011-07-11T07:56:57.707-07:00

I have been taking things one step at a time. And taking a break whenever I feel a tinge of frustration. How has it been working out? Quite well actually. I find that it is easier to organise my days when I am focused on finishing one task and then moving on to the next when I am done. The calmness does scare me occasionally because I am used to juggling a million things at the one time.I have

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-42748742950654471132011-07-10T06:58:00.000-07:002011-07-10T07:35:34.026-07:00

I have a tendency to fall easily for guys. And I admit, I probably fall for every second guy that I meet. Every second eligible guy [within the five year age bracket] to be specific. I am quite well versed at sussing out who is available and who is not. But I fear that I "overcompensate" when a guy mentions his partner or blings his wedding ring. I become overly interested in what the partner

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-76388681596325780382011-07-09T09:01:00.000-07:002011-07-09T09:36:01.680-07:00

What a crazy Friday night... I had a bit too much to drink and turned into Monnie, the social bee. I forget my own skin sometimes. I was dancing freely, chatting frivolously to anyone and possibly everyone and was having a jolly good [hehe, red cheeks] time. I was relaxed and comfortable enough to not be so uptight and to leave my controlling nature aside for one night. And it helped that I was

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-27157643167941690912011-07-02T06:38:00.000-07:002011-07-03T03:54:10.424-07:00

I woke up this morning bottled up with energy and I knew I had to get out of bed. So I opened up the curtains to my room to let the morning light in and was instantly mesmerised by the greenery outside. I was so enthralled by the moment that I could only sit and stare. For a long time too. Then I threw on my jumper and went outside for a walk. It was drizzling but I was so keen to walk down to

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-20866832198017145142011-07-01T16:48:00.001-07:002011-07-02T06:38:46.819-07:00

I would love to have my own self-discovered cafe. One that I can walk into and feel an instant connection.From the aroma of coffee in the air to the warm and friendly atmosphere. The rich colours of the walls, intricate yet simple designs, cozy seating, amazing selection of cakes and fair trade teas.Oh how I wish and long for my own piece of heaven on earth in the style of a cafe.Maybe I will

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-35064007223788253182011-07-01T09:03:00.001-07:002011-07-01T16:24:51.489-07:00

Trying to find ways to go to sleep. I am tired but obviously not tired enough.So, how was my day? The first eight hours were... okay. Caught up with Jody for drinks after. Her laid back relaxed ways are contagious. I wish I could be as calm on my bad days. Yeah, I have my moments.I went to Ikea on Thursday and the plan was to get Jerome a cupboard for his clothes. We ended getting lamp shades, a

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-41204367475000000772011-06-30T15:29:00.001-07:002011-07-01T16:35:10.707-07:00

Dear Monnie,Rush not into your conclusions and blame not on those who are only trying to help. Change your ways for the better if you could but take baby steps for each learning is like a spoonful of thick chocolate. And there are only so many spoonfuls that you can indulge in at one time.The wise will forever be wise so be inspired, not discouraged.Remember what you are working for. Do not

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-39716554485269075162011-06-27T07:21:00.001-07:002011-06-30T06:35:36.797-07:00

It is so easy to play the blame game. To find faults in others. To make yourself feel better by putting others down.Having seen it done to others and having been on the receiving end a number of times, it makes me wonder. Why do we make comments about people, comments that we personally would not say in front of the person? Does it make us feel that much better? Does it really make that much more

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-46189152110444365412011-06-18T09:10:00.001-07:002011-06-19T04:52:29.392-07:00

This is quite a cosy bed. I have spent the last six hours watching a Korean tv series. It had a melodramatic storyline of lost love, broken dreams, aspiring actors and musicians, indecisive 20 something year olds, scandals, makeups, breakups, misunderstandings and basically, the whole jungle book of love.What frustrated me the most was that I could not stop watching the tv series no matter how

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-85393930717052787982011-06-13T07:06:00.000-07:002011-06-13T07:37:00.709-07:00

Have you ever woken up feeling fresh but not as enthusiastic to go to work? I did this morning and it was a hard position to be in because I am usually keen to go to work on Mondays. So I gave myself a prep talk. And I prayed. I decided (a) that I could continue dragging my feet along or (b) that I could appreciate the challenges that awaited me and trust that I will get through what needed to be

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-51297253255479194032011-06-12T06:42:00.001-07:002011-06-12T06:49:32.241-07:00

One of my workmates moved here from the States about a year ago and one of the things that he has had to adjust to is the, as he says, lack of a friendliness at work and outside of work.I was quick to defend my fellow Perthians but upon hearing further his side of the story, I began to think that maybe we were not as friendly as we thought.Yes, we are friendly in the sense that we greet each

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-47596839510855652512011-06-03T01:14:00.001-07:002011-07-01T16:33:49.319-07:00

I am so used to crying sessions that this is all new to me. To be able to pull through a furiously tough day without so much as a tear drop. It has been a hard couple of days (or what feels like weeks) trying to organise different parts of my life together. The overall picture is looking great. Everything is well under way.I just get so absorbed in the details that I forget what I am working

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-71543954676412852282011-06-01T05:16:00.000-07:002011-06-01T06:10:11.575-07:00

Sometimes I fear that my life is hanging by a thread. And I just keep lugging things on without realising how heavy they are. I internalize. Allow me to elaborate. Emotionally and mentally, I believe that I have got everything sorted but my body tells me otherwise. It refuses to function past 6pm. My tummy roars in pain and I am curled up under my blanket wishing for tomorrow to be better.My

Monicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04987436702395794881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017014.post-50736547158631248252011-05-29T05:58:00.000-07:002011-05-29T06:31:40.717-07:00

I am cutting down my sugar intake. Genetically, my chances of getting diabetes are high and I am not in my healthiest state so I need to start looking after myself.And I really need to be better to my heart. Stop over thinking Monnie. On a completely different and *ah hem* more professional note, how great is Microsoft 2007? I am still trying to get my head around the new system but I am slowly

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