Love, humanity & Melbourne Cup!

When I changed my job and started working in the city again, I had to get Dad to drop me off. I would wake up and get ready...and after having breaky, I would call Dad to wake up, and it would give me a couple of minutes to wash the dishes.

Today, when I went to my parents room to wake him up I saw my parents cuddling in bed. I swear that I have never seen them so loving together (in my whole 24 years)...as they were this morning. I was very touched by this sight.

I must love my brothers!

Although my little brother annoys the crap out of me sometimes, I need only to remember how cute he was when I broke up with my ex and the ex made me cry and cry (I was an idiot back then!) - my lil bro offered to bash and even to get rid of him for me! He was 12 or 13 y/o back then...

It was his 18th Birthday yesterday! Pretty crap to have an 18th birthday right smack bang in the middle of your HSC...So, I bought him an ice cream cake...with cookies n cream ice cream & Oreo's...since that was his all time favourites!

My older brother surprised me with a new stereo in the car! *WooHoo* I didnt even know that he installed it for me until I left for my yoga class and noticed that my stereo was off...I turned it on and the display was different (luckily the on/off button was in the same place!)...upon a closer inspection I found it was a 6 CD stacker...the bass was awesome...the sound was awesome...and I found out from my lil bro that it plays mp3!!!

I didnt get to thank my older brother as I didnt find out until after he left to go home...I can thank him tonite...but I'm feeling pretty emotional right now, that I think I might cry in thanking him!

I rarely read the 9to5 or the CityWeekly, I tend to have a novel at hand which is far more engaging. But with regards to the CityWeekly, on a regular basis, I always accept it from the guy who hands it out. I know he is mentally challenged or mentally disabled (in some way)...all depends on how you want to describe it...and yes I do feel sorry for him, but I'm glad he is out there doing something with his life.

As I walk towards him, I see people walk right past ignoring him - some actually push right past him versus just walking around him...And every time I get to him, I give him a smile and I take a CityWeekly. I say "thank you" and he'll say "have a nice day!" and then I will reply with a "you too!"

Its our little conversation. And we have one every Thursday morning.

My company is going to celebrate the Melbourne Cup with a day at Randwick Racecourse...I get to dress up!!! I get to wear a fascinator!!! (Need to make one first)...I just bought beautiful new shoes to wear with my gorgeous silk dress!!! But most of all...since I finished the project and all we are doing is closing it out...there will be celebrations of all sorts - project completion lunch for the main team, company Xmas parties, project completion day out for the whole team!

I'm liking this "beginning of the end" thing.

^_^

Been thinking...

Im 24.5 years old...that was yesterday...and from yesterday's perspective...I have 6 months to go to hit the dubious TWO-FIVE...the quarter life!

I caught a glimpse of a friend's blog and realised that I have a lot of wants that have yet been fulfilled. This friend's blog stirred some emotions and thoughts to wander through my (of late) placid little mind.

I do have a job I enjoy at the moment...my probation period ended about 3 weeks ago...my managers like the work I produce...the fact that i'm on board delivering the deliverables in our project on time makes them happy and makes me happy...so my career is chugging along the way I want it to be (for now).

I went and saw my friend's apartment and then went furniture window-shopping with her...its a tedious task at its worst...but i loved shopping for bedheads and tallboys and vanities and dining tables, &c.

In a past life, i must have enjoyed being an interior decorator or of some profession that required a creative/artistic flair...I must have had a beautiful home...decorated by me...

I long to have my own home to decorate...whether a unit or apartment or an actual house...but I want my own to decorate the way I want it to look...but im bound by "that" heavy burden...I wonder when my turn to fulfil this dream will come to fruition?

I have been reading again...its the best thing to do while i'm on the train, getting to work...and while I bummed at home from that annoying flu infection I had, I finished a book a day...to me that was an accomplishment...and then I began reading Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte...it has taken me a week to read it...I always wondered what took me so long to read that book in highschool...and now I know that it is the language that hampered my ability to absorb the book at an adequate pace as the other novels I have read in modern English. My brother was right, at least im not trying to make sense of Chaucer.

I noticed the large amount of materials I have lying in my room...paints, pastels, paper, books, pencils, palettes, easel, &c...just lying in my room collecting dust...the energy I had for my artistic flair has been smothered for at least a year now...its begun simmering in my belly recently, but hasn't increased in any shape or form...I wonder what has become of it?

There are other things I would like to talk about...but I guess I would then have to admit to failure, submission, and other crappiness that I would rather not discuss right now...

So, I shall leave with a happy note - Mr Bubble is in town and I can't wait to see him again. Last year's concert was awesome! This year, I went to the indoor concert and he managed to make me *wow* again...BUT tonight...the outdoor event will be a challenge for him, and i'm not sure how he will *wow* again...but we'll see...he probably has many tricks up his sleeve...I brought my binoculars just incase I got a seat far back (bought tix for the unreserved section).

*Make me swoooooon with delight Mr Bubble!*