Wow I sound so good all those orphans
I’m feeling particularly lethargic today. It’s 4 26pm and I’m yet to go through the pile of work, admin and Denmark stuff I have to do. I was looking through all photos of my travels and for once my fears of moving all the way to Denmark were subdued a bit. I have done a lot of cool stuff spanning from Italy to US, Indonesia to Colombia. Eating at Michelin star restaurants in Cinque Terre, going to Pablo Esobar’s house, living in the jungle in Thailand. I know I’m a pretty lucky 22 year old!
CBS is going to be a fantastic opportunity to a plethora of many great more experiences. I’ve been doubting going back to Denmark for various reasons.
1. Do I really want to study for another TWO YEARS
2. How can this Danish experience surpass the one i had in 2012. (which was legit 10/10)
3. Also a lot of another neurotic crazy issues I have
I had like a mental break-down on Saturday coz I thought I f’d up one of my assignments for an elective unit im doing. If failed I would not pass the unit, which means I would not graduate which would mean my scholarship to CBS would be screwed up.
After my ‘anxiety attack’ I started to think about alternative options. i.e. romantic getaway to South America, learn Spanish in Peru, meet friends and backpack around the whole continent. Eat savichi, climb machu pichu, trek in the Amazonian jungle, go to Carnival.
I also started to think about the reasons i got so anxious and over-emotional. I am a bit a softy, i’m very sensitive and not very hard at all, so I started thinking about joining the Army Reserve. I reckon I would receive incredibly vigorous training which would serve to fit both my mental and physical needs. But obviously if i go to Denmark I cant serve until I get back to Australia. So I decided a new goal of mine would be to get fit enough to able to qualify for the Army Reserve and then be able to get through the training.
Dont forget clean up this failure of a cake
Don’t put lemonade in cakes; is like the time i put a whole pineapple in a cake. It did not work…
Today I got brunch at harvest expresso with my brother and mummy. Thanks dinewhitme for the great recommendation!
I guess the military training starts really from home. As some of you may know I have a very authoritarian kind of father. I’m also extremely sensitive so it’s not really a good mix at times. Sometimes our conversations can be explosive, something as little as driving regulations on Kings Park Rd can lead to him walking out from the car and not coming home for the night.
Today i wanted to make a delicious sweet treat so I decided to make muffins. My dad is a chef and suggested adding pears, apples anything to make the muffins a bit more unique. My mum first was like don’t you need to cook the fruit before and my dad was like ” no no you dont’ and I asked, and then I asked again and then I asked again, And my dad got super pissed and super angry. And me being surprised ( Or should I be used it by now) got really angry back. He said some very mean things and I said some pretty mean things back.
I snuck into my room and called my bff Zain and I cried to him ” Do I deserve this blah blah” and then he said sweetly and calmly ” no you don’t ” but when you feel yourself getting angry just walk away. So I decided to remove my pride and just say sorry to my dad, and hug him ( we usually never ever hug) and he said he loved me (also proceded to lecture me) but I said nothing and we’re good. Sometimes love is letting pride go by just saying your sorry and everything will be good.
That’s the only profound lesson I got in me today kiddos but stay tuned!
Getting lunch with the family. My brother is going back to Melbourne today so we decided my mum wanted to check out the new markets in Morley. We went to a Malaysian restaurant and got pretty average food. Not really impressed… but the markets were pretty cool found $10 haircuts and a $35 pedicures ( for mum)
3rd last day of study break and oh my gosh so much to do so little time. For once I don’t really like I wasted my study break but at the same time I think i was a little over ambitious with the whole goal- setting thing.
But you know taking it day by day. I woke today at 9 o clock and I was quietly proud of myself for getting up in the morning. I found it quite difficult to sleep the night before. A lot of tossing and turning were to be had.
My mum is home today because it’s an ANZAC day holiday. I find that my blood boils when she’s constantly asking so so so so many questions, or making comments about things that I have to do. But she was nice and made me breakfast ( a fatty one of eggs and bacon). Anyway so there’s a huge pile of things I need to do: This blog post is going to be a long and listy piece because I feel friends in the making goals and dreaming club are kind of over the whole listy- to-do posts.
1. Get dressed and get ready for uni
2. Message my bff from Melbourne and ask her if she’s heading to uni
3. Make a sandwich ( yesssss i can make sandwiches) to take to uni
4. Message Erika and see if she still wants to do kick-boxing
5. Do two hours of my ALVA project ( bane of my existence)
6. Check out Bloomberg and make a mock-up valuation model
7. Work 6pm-9pm
8. Write up answers for questions at Egmont and a rough cover letter.
9. Watch two more Java lectures
Yew i’m out
Today I decided to be productive and make my way through the long list of things I need to do.
I applied for 4 jobs - one summer internship a PWC, Grill’d, a cafe job, a bar job and I only have one more to apply for.
I kind of caught up with lectures. I kinda have been half heartedly listening to them by scrolling down my newsfeed on Facebook.
So all and all not too bad.
I also got two pairs of great shoes which actually made me excited for once.
However with 5 weeks of uni left and exams looming I still have sooo much work to do.
Anyway today I woke up 10am.. went for an 8 minute run on the treadmill, conceptualised what I will do for my art assignment.
Then I looked at flights to Copenhagen and found out more about the visa process. Apparently I have to fly all the way to Sydney to get it done. It’s okay though because I was going to go to Sydney anyway for my mum’s 60th. I then met one of my high school friends who I haven’t properly caught up with in years! It was really nice we got smoothies in St George’s Terrace and tried to go through all the things we had done in the past 5 years. We also bonded on our love for the snow, cold and Europe.
I have stuff to do now. But I’m kind of note in the right space of mind. Maybe I’ll drive to uni after dinner to study in the library
i forgot to bring a pen to my exam. Am i a joke?