The land of the free (and easy)

Today is a public holiday - what is it this time, you ask? Since you asked, it's Australia Day.

Don't you have another public holiday coming up soon? Yes, that would be the Queen's Birthday.

I love this town. Hah.

Although, technically I should be putting my time to good use by madly finishing (ok, starting) off the following:

1 x presentation for Ethics tomorrow

1 x reflective journal 1500 words minimum for Ethics thursday

1 x discussion paper 2000 words for Corporate Insolvency next monday

1 x study session (ok, cramming) for Ethics exam next wednesday

1 x research paper 4000 words for Corporate Insolvency 9th Feb

Yes, sure. No worries, as we say in Australand.

Hah! THS The Kardashians is on so.... maybe after that.

And the sun is out now, and I did mention that tan look I like? (obviously I use sunscreen, duh)

So... maybe after that.

How to Waste Time and Make a Panic Attack

Waste not want not, they say.

i say, why write an essay? (sorry to keep banging drum about it folks. don't worry, home stretch, have only one day left before the deadline...)

So... why write an essay...when you can:

Update your Victoria's Secret Wish Lists! This is mine: HERE.

...and can i just add, they are so darn good at that "we think, if you liked that.. you're gonna love these other 5 items, that are similar, but slightly different, hence why you need them too."

they were right! i did like them! good job!!!

The month in review (also known as: why, why, why?)

1. Thursday night driving home from class and my rear wheel rips to shreds and has a literal meltdown. Freakout. Think about near death experience driving on three wheels and one rim on the freeway. Freakout.
2. Saturday night enjoy a nice evening at home with relaxing candles until Marcus' Burberry scarf/tablemat lights on fire. Freakout. Marcus throws his cordial on the burning couture, the scarf is a casualty. Freakout.
3. Monday night rushing through Banking Law report until Marcus has his late night shower and runs out swathed in only a towel to advise that the ensuite/walk-in-wardrobe is flooded. Freakout. Spend Tuesday A.M. mopping the carpet with every towel in the house.
4. Tuesday A.M. try to plug in the hairdryer to give the carpet a blowdry only to electrocute self whilst standing in a puddle of water. BUZZZZZZZzzzz. Freakout (Marcus). Bzzzzzz.
5. Please, stop. Just. Stop.

P.s. It's funny 'cos it's true - Karen Walker, Will & Grace

Results: FAIL

How well do you handle stress?



Mostly As


You are convinced that achievement is the way to gain respect and approval. Failure is not an option, and criticism upsets you because it makes you question your self-worth. You allow little time for relaxation because keeping busy is the best way to keep self-doubt at bay. Unfortunately, your way of dealing with stress is to view it as a weakness and an obstacle to overcome, denying any symptoms, and perhaps ignoring the early warning signs of serious illness. It’s important that you slow down and acknowledge the effect that stress can have on your health – such as insomnia, fatigue, increased blood pressure, headaches and more. It’s time to look at relaxation techniques – take a yoga class or find an outlet for some of extra adrenaline you’re carrying around.

I cry because I care

It's hard making up. I think the longer you are with someone the longer it takes to sort through everything. The day I finally stop fussing would be the day there is nothing left to sort through except the remains of the day. When I never cry over something and am totally fine is the day I am fine alone too. It's hard to explain things like this to a guy. Girls understand. We fight with you because we are fighting for us. It is so important to me, especially the little things. The little things are the most important things.

florence nightingale syndrome

Yesterday was Valentines Day.

I wouldn't say that I was a big romantic but it certainly wasn't spent the way I'd envisioned.

Clever B had already bought me flowers the day before.

At 10pm I found myself at a public school gym watching B play basketball after eating far too much at our fave Indo restaurant Ayam Goreng 99.
5 minutes into the game B and I were driving off to the emergency room to get B's upper lip stitched up.
Elbows can be dangerous.
I spent the rest of that night and most of this morning dashing between the counter to get more cotton padding to absorb the blood and charging to the carpark to check the car.
Weak from worry I barely managed to stand up to hold B's hand whilst he had his stitches done.
Unused to seeing B with his lip being sewn together I barely managed to appear encouraging every time he unscrewed his eyes open to peer at me.
The resident took so long getting the first stitch in, I had to summon all my wits to stop myself from shrieking at him, snatching the needle out of his hands and doing it myself.
6 hours later we rolled into bed.
This morning was spent calling his boss, his colleague, my boss, my colleague recounting the whole incident.
By the time I'd called my boss I had lost all sense of dignity and burst into tears and was sobbing the story down the phone to her.
I'm certain that if she were here she would have made me cocoa and tucked me into bed.
I'm certain that that would be entirely my fault as well.
B got his lip stitched together but I still need to have my nerves stitched together.
Ended up watching Kerri-Anne show to restore some sense of normality and then spent the rest of this afternoon cooking giant pot of congee to make myself feel useful.
Now researching Prada collection to be useful.