Its that time of the month...

Some people at work have asked me "how are you?" or "hey, why do you look peeved?" or "are you okay?"...

My typical response is: "its that time of the month..."

As though that one line will explain it all to them, but it really doesnt. And when i say "its that time of the month" i am actually referring to "that time of the month where i have to do the billing and all the financial reports and have to deal with the finance team upstairs who dont seem to understand columns and want to see everything redone in rows, etc..."

Not "that" time of the month, but "that time of the month".

And i just realised today, after almost a whole week of saying that line, that it just doesnt sound right. It sounds like im telling everyone that im in PMS mode...cos its "that" time of the month!

hmm...


I have also noticed recently, that i just dont listen to my gut feelings and havent in a long while. Since when did i stop paying attention to my own intuition??? I hear it, i just dont listen to it!!! I had feelings of reservations about many things...and i had noticed at the time that alarm bells were ringing...or my stomach was feeling restless...or something just didnt feel quite right. So, why did i white noise the ringing from my ears...pretend that the feeling in my tummy were butterflies when they werent...and that something just not right was stress from work?

Do we, as we "grow up" just lose the ability to listen to ourselves? We hear, we just dont do anything?

I once was channel surfing and stopped at a Kylie Minogue interview. She was asked by the interviewer what advice (lessons learnt) would she tell a young Kylie who was 18 and hopping on to a plane bound for the UK? Kylie said that she would tell the young Kylie to know that her opinions and thoughts were valid and to never think that they weren't and to always listen to your instincts. Because they are usually right.

Why do instincts win in the battle and rational thinking gets trampled on and left for dead in the fight? As a rational person, it doesnt make sense to me! grrr...


I caught the train Tuesday morning with that friend i mentioned before. The one whose relationship ended, although i thought it would last forever...Well, he saw me on the platform and walked up right next to me but didnt say hi. I had my tunnel vision switched on while i was on the platform, but also noticed there was a person beside me. So, i turned towards him and shoved him when i recognised it was him! *LoL*

The funny thing is, were not really friends to begin with in highschool, he was a friend of a friend's cousin...and somehow at uni, because we are both talkative and kept bumping into each other, we just seemed to form a bond. And although we stopped seeing each other due to the separate paths in our lives...whenever we talk, its like nothing has changed. Its that type of relationship thats not much different to how best friends operate, although were not best friends. One may go far away and yet when they return, its like the two of you have never been apart.

I'm always guaranteed to laugh A LOT...sometimes i have tears in my eyes from laughing that much.

It was great to catch up with him...and it was so coinky-dink that we bumped into each other like that...it was sweet too, that he got off at Town Hall with me, although he usually gets off at Central.


At the gym last night, the final combat class was delayed by 15 minutes due to a change in instructor...i was planning on skipping the class if she didnt turn up by 9:05pm. But there she was on the dot at 9:05.

So, i paid attention and did the class...then after the class i walked outside to the bench so i could drop my bag, wipe my brow, search for my keys and put on my jacket. I was soaked with sweat and just as i was slipping my jacket on, the cutest guy i have seen in a very long time, stops to speak to his cousins just to the right of me. And he was looking at me...and thankfully not with a look of disgust. But i was still mortified that he was looking at me with my really flushed face with perspiration dripping from my forehead to my brow...*yuk*...

I wonder if i will see him again, and hopefully next time, im not dripping with sweat!