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Moi.
Basics.
Name: Andrea J
D.O.B: 04.02.91
Age: 22 years old
Nationality: Australian
Heritage: Chilean
A Life Worth Living.
Musac.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
12:40 AM
Okay, I'm 2 days away from being officially obsessed with cupcakes. I AM AMAZED and inspired to create and astounded at how creative people are. The only down side is that I wouldn't want to eat them because they're so pretty.
I'm particularly impressed with this blogger who made the koolest cupcakes!
I made my first batch of cupcakes from the recipe book I bought from Aldi, I want to give credit to the author but there isn't one but it was published by Hinkler Books Pty Ltd if that helps at all.
They turned out so pretty! I'm so proud =D A piping set/kit makes a huge difference in presentation and it was so easy to use! This was my first go using it, it went smoothly but I decided to put the icing in the fridge halfway through because it was getting too soft and losing its shape when I was making the rosebuds. The stand that came with one of the kits was really cute too and added to the whole bouquet of roses look that ended up happening.
If anyone wants the recipe here it is:
I was going to write it out but decided I wasn't screwed ^.^ Click on the picture for a bigger version of the image.
The only thing I did different was that I used normal white sugar instead of caster sugar. I got worried it would make a huge difference last night so I looked it up and it turns out it is just finer/ground up sugar (hopefully) so I attempted to break up the crystals with a potato masher....that failed as most of you would have guessed lol I was looking for a mortar and pestle but couldn't find one. Anywho, they turned out nice but unless you really love your icing I think it was too much. The muffin itself wasn't that sweet but the icing was overkill. I figured as much when I was doing the rosebuds/stars/dohits but they looked so pretty that I wanted to keep going. There was exactly enough icing to do all 12 muffins that way so unless you plan on doing the same you could probably get away with making about half the amount of icing and just spreading it on top like a normal cupcake.
So...does anyone know the difference between muffins and cupcakes?? =S
I love walking into uni...the music that comes onto my shuffle playlist usually makes me giggle. I was running late and walking onto this ominous scene:
The music made me laugh inside, I felt like I was on a mission to get to my class. Except then I really did laugh because as I was walking down the row of dead trees the music suddenly changed tone as I hit the 55second mark.
Hey ^.^ I'm on the train late for uni but I don't care.
I'm bored of this lifestyle. I just want uni to be over, public transport to be done with and have time to just hang out with my friends. I want my own place, I want control over my life. I want to have enough money that I don't need to worry =.=
You know, I think when I buy a house someday my main priority will be the entertainment space available. I want a place that has a good backyard for partys or just chilling out with friends. A kitchen and dining room big enough for me to host dinner parties one day.
I want to learn how to cook!! Or, well, I want to learn how to cook more varieties of food.
I want so much without wanting to do anything. *sigh*
I've always found it a tad weird that the times I feel the most accomplished is when I'm being, hmm what's the right word for it, domestic? Cleaning and cooking and presenting things nicely and being...what in my mind is, womanly. Running the household and being a good mother, for now I sort of take that out on Tim. I like feeling like I'm being a good girlfriend. I want to be the 'woman behind the man'...I want to look after him and take care of the details. I feel almost guilty saying that, like it's backwards in some regards, like feminists everywhere are ashamed that I'm of their gender.
I've never been very inclined to support women's rights, maybe because I feel like they're already in place. I generally don't get angry when people make sexist jokes or remarks but I suppose I've never been around anyone who was really all that archaic in their thinking.
Except I was kinda annoyed at this poster I saw like 3 weeks ago on a bus-stop in leichardt.
What are they trying to say huh!? That E.T was a girl for phoning home so he could go back to his planet of origin. WHAT'S WRONG WITH BEING A GIRL!? What's wrong with taking the most practical route to achieve an outcome huh!? It's a fucking retarded poster. I didn't see the movie but the ads made it look crap. I asked a friend who saw the movie to see if I was missing some sort of joke that becomes clear in the movie, but she said there wasn't. So I guess that means it is purely a sexist poster =.=
Back to what I was saying, don't get me wrong, I don't feel that women are inferior to men at all, I feel like a woman can take care of herself, do anything a guy can do and don't need men in their lives to be happy. I do however feel a responsibility to perform all those motherly roles, I don't think it's for everyone but I guess it's just like that in my mind. Responsibility is the wrong word because I haven't felt the need to do that for all my boyfriends. I think it's just my way of showing that I care and showing affection. Maybe obliged?
It's silly, small things make me giddy. Like getting to iron Tim's shirt before he goes to work makes me feel so good about myself, like I'm taking care of him. To be honest though the main sentiment is 'I feel like a woman' XD how oppressive haha. Helping him organise his 21st made me feel good too, having his friends coming up to me and say good job, we know you did this because there's no way Tim would have been bothered. That made everything worth it.
Blah so late for uni.
I'm seriously excited for my new cupcake making quest. I bought these two packs I saw at Aldi lol.
I couldn't decide on one because they both come with recipe books but one came with the CUTEST cup cake stand (spatula thingomabob and pink/purple patties) BUT the other came with a ...man, I can't remember what it's called. You know those bags you put the cream into...pipping bag? With different nozels for creating different shaped icing on top of the cupcake XD ( plus a pink muffin tray)
So I got both lol I've never used the piping bag thingo so I'm excited. The plan is to make a different recipe each week ^.^
Hopefully I get better. My muffins never turn out as awesome as they should. They're always the consistency of cakes, never as crumbly/airy as muffins you buy in shops. I don't really know how to fix that, Peter said it was because I need to whip the batter more =S
So Tim's 21st is finally over and now I can slightly relax and stress over my exams coming up. I kind of wish time would stop for a day or two so I could sleep a little.
Tim's party went really well, fantastic even. I had fun despite never staying in one spot for too long. My candles looked awesome, lots of people came, I got plenty of compliments on my cocktail XD and I even got to have a good time with warren joel and kurt ♥
I think what I'm most annoyed about is just the lack of good photos, I was the only one with a camera and took terrible pictures. I can't handle my camera in low light situations plus I was busy with people. A friend of Tim's who is a photogrpaher never showed :( It renewed my interest in wanting to take some basic photography lessons. Pictures are really important to me, I collect and store and file them away but there are no good ones for this event, how sad. I don't have a single good picture of all my beautiful candlesssss, except for during the day but that doesn't count.
Here is the very VERY few semi-decent ones =[
I liked this idea =] But maybe I should have gone for a bigger canvas and gotten Katie to do 'tim's 21st' in a different colour so that it would stand out more. O wells.
Lol Im bored and on my break and was flicking through 'Mens style' magazine and saw a spread with this asian model and White guy which reminded me of the search terms my blog gets found under. Who knows why =S
So I thought I may as well provide something for those people:
Yeah I'm sorry. I don't know how to turn it on my phone.
Also I don't know who these Models are but if you're really keen. This is the autumn 2011 issue from Australia, the photographer is called Georges Antoni and stylist is Kim Payne
There were a few Asian models in this mag, nice change.
Morning lovelies, I'm on my way to prac again. Just two more days and I'm finished. I feel like I've come a pretty long way...in this ward. Sure I still have a million things to learn but there is a marked improvement since my first day =}
To be honest, I'm not sure what I want. Prac is tiring because of the hours and is restricting my social life a bit. My timetable clashes with Tims so we're rarely awake at the same time or free to do anything or even talk which sucks but I think that has been good in a way. It's unhealthy to need someone that much. Except I'm probably going to go right back into that old pattern as soon as I have spare time. Plus for the last week I've had Tim's 21st at the forefront of my mind at pretty much all times. Trying to think of the tiny details and ways to make it better or run more smoothly =S
I feel bad, I wasted my afternoon yesterday. I was meant to find all the pictures that I have of Tim so that they would be ready for this arvo but I ended up going grocery shopping and then saw that the 90210 and Gossip Girl finales came out and watched those instead lol. Sucky because I ended up going to bed late anyway so its not like it was a recovery session =.=
I'm really tired. Yesterday arvo on the way home was really shit. I got treated like an idiot by a few people, especially this fucking dickhead hairdresser at newtown. All I wanted was a quote on how much it would cost to get my hair done there and got lectured about how shit my hair is and he kept repeating what he needed to do to it, despite me understanding the first time =.= fucking meth junky with SHIT hair, completely fried from dying it so much with the ugliest, messiest chop I've ever seen. I hate elitist hairdressers..hmm I just realised, of the many I've come across in my life, they've all had terrible hair and are always guys. Oh and after being lectured for 10mins he couldn't even tell me how much it would cost, he couldn't even narrow it down to the hundreds range. Dumbass.
So things left to do for tim's party:
- finish the photo slideshow - think of a few words to say on the night - bake - dye my hair - bring over my speakers - bring over all the stuff I got at ikea - buy silver texters - paint the canvas black - paint nails - make the candle holders hangable - buy White fabric: sow together - go to dan murpheys: ingredients for TARDIS cocktail - print off Kings Cup rules - Make sure we have White Board markers and a White board - go to lilies for more White candles
Bah I wish I had more time, more Money and a car. Lol Tim's mum is awesome but I'm a control freak and I'm not 100% with her decoration ideas lol... I want gold black and silver. And no cheesy signs =.= or keys...or confetti in the shape of flowers!! Beh.
Oh wells. I'm hoping to get a lot of that list done tonight. I just need to Think more...I don't want to forgot anything.
Beh. Anyway I'm going to try listening to smodcast for the rest of this trip.
Bah where are all my posts disappearing to! I wrote one yesterday on the way home and now it's gone.
After work I went to Rhodes shopping centre to hit up ikea via Newtown. So I found a canvas on the way for the signage and got the candles and glass holders.
Yeh....didn't think that through. Carrying all that on my own on a 10min walk to the station was hard on my shoulders but I made it. Sure I looked like a pack mule but at least I got to use the lifts without a pang of guilt =}
So today after work I'm going straight home, collecting the rest of the pics so I can take them to tims place on Wednesday. Wed ill finish the presentation and start working on making the glass cups hangable and Ahhh I need to pick up candles from lilies at some point.
Guess where I am =P Yup, on the train to prac. Again.
So I was just fixing up the last two posts a little. On Friday night the post about the operation disappeared and then I realised I never published or finished the post I was writing on the train Friday night because I ended up on the phone to Kurt. So I posted it anyway.
This is my last week on prac and my body is finally used to it. It's amazing how resilient our bodies are, but that's more me thinking about the guy surviving that operation and not just my sleeping patterns =P
The last couple of days I've gone to bed later and later and still getting up at 4am and not dying the next day so that's good but I would like to catch up or store up some hours because I feel like it's going to be a busy couple of days. With prac, trying to organise Tim's 21st: slideshow, playlists, shopping, AV equipment and decorations, trying to get my hair done at some point, setting up and helping to cook, being a good hostess on the night, pulling an all nighter and then going to dancing to attempt getting as close to perfection as we can before our performance next week. Then next week I have to go hardcore on the studying for the exams in 2 weeks. I can't fail! Not again =.=
Hmm I need money *sigh* tis a problem because I have a bunch of things I need to get for tims bday but I think I have enough for that but I need to buy stuff for dancing. BAH! I need red pants...oh shit and the insurance money. Ergh. Then kurts bday =S
I need to fix my resumeeee Ergh and apply somewhere. I'm going to try for livo hospital but try the local nursing homes too. Hmm... Bleh ={
Why is everything so expensiveeeee.
Ehh ={
Well on another note, Friday night went well. I went to 'anything goes cabaret'. It was a nice night, not amazing but ehhh. The show was what I expected, quirky not sensual or sexy. The performers were great though, props to them for exploring an art form that isn't very big around here. The assistants were stunning and the music was AWESOME. Jazz, blues, swing, dresden dolls, a little bit of heavier stuff like Manson and nine inch nails. Now that would be a playlist worth having.
Warren came! So when Tim left me and warren stuck around, got pizza, went to a pub and then ended up at Nats place playing 'ticket to ride' and pictionary. Lol me and warren make an excellent team.
Saturday I got up early despite going to bed at 5am, cleaned up and headed to Tim's and spent my arvo scanning baby pics hehe. Then we met up with Jamie, uly, dani, Carlos and a few others and watched Thor. It wasn't mind numbing but it certainly wasn't worth the $20 I paid. The characters were too flat and I don't like action sequences. Then we went to Jamies and played more pictionary. Haha I felt so proud, I guessed correctly for 'rendering'
Sunday I got up early again, got more house work done and then went to dancing. We have a performance next Saturday so we only have one practice left before we perform. So not ready but ehhh, when have we ever been. I don't really care. Then I nabbed Peter and Sebastian and went to Tim's place and helped him set up a bit and watched Dr Who.
I love Tim ^.^ he's so cute <3 I hope everything goes well for his party and even hopeful that there is some time in there where I can relax and just try to enjoy myself.
Anyway my finger is starting to hurt from holding the phone so I'm going to go.
I am yet again in transit. It's the only time I have to post these really BUT this time it's not work related. I rushed home, got ready and headed back out, towards the same place I was b4 *sigh*
It turned out pretty well. Ages ago through hellfire I ended up seeing an add for a burlesque show staring one of the performs who I saw the last time I was there. I thought it sounded cool and i have yet to see a proper burlesque show. So tonight it my chance, I posted the flyer on fb yesterday and got a few yes' so off we go XD
To be honest I don't think it will be sensual (based on the hellfire performance) as much as it will just be quirky nudity. But I'm fine with that, I think it would be awkward if I was actually turned on LOL
So I'm about 30mins late, there was no way I could make it sooner but I'm just late for dinner. The show starts at 7:30pm, so if for some reason you read that before 7:30 are in the vicinity (Oxford st) and want to catch the show, it's $20 at the door.
=}
I'm dying to go camping like how we used to ={
Anyway I dont think I ever finished that post about the operation I saw.
Hey!! I'm on the train to work this time and just realised I forgot to blog about yesterdays theatre experience. I hung out with Tim in the city afterwards so when I got home I was sooo dead. On the plus side, I finally got him his New Rocks (boots) for his 21st so he was content =}
Ohh we also went to a bar that wasn't too shabby looking, nearish to the capitol theatre. It was called CBar, decent food. We had spaghetti boscaiola and the salt and pepper squid. Cheapish buttttt best of all: $5 cocktails from 5-8pm Monday to Friday. They only had 5 to choose from but they were really good. I stuck to the chocky shake which was really sweet and creamy + garnishing strawberry & choc shavings on top. Yum. I was actually hoping for something with ice cream but this was close enough.
Note to Kurt: they had fruit tingles XD
Anyway back to Theatre. I was the tiniest bit apprehensive about possibly getting queasy while I was there since I thought maybe my body would react different in person but I was totally fine. Sooo we headed to the operating level of the hospital and got taken to the change rooms an handed a set of scrubs XD. I guess it makes sense but I was feeling a bit exposed, I didn't realise I had to take off my clothes and put scrubs on without my uniform under them. Then we were handed hairnets, shoe covers and a face mask with this huge clear plastic shield attached at the top to cover our eyes.
When I walked into theatre the patient was already on the surgical table, legs up in stirrups and out cold. Hooked up to pain meds, saline and blood infusions and connected to a machine that was reading all his vital signs. There were two doctors for operating, an anaesthetist and 3 nurses. There was also another doctor who looked like he was supervising but he kept coming and going.
That was one of the things that surprised me. People kept coming into the room and leaving every couple of minutes, even while the operation was happening. It didn't seem very sterile, I mean, even when we do simple wound dressings they encourage as little people in the room and minimal air movement as possible to reduce the chances of new airborne particles being introduced.
A few things surprised me actually, it didn't seem all that professional lol. Like they obviously knew what they were doing but the whole time during the operation they were playing Ke$ha, rhianna, lil John and a bunch of top 40 hits lol. I couldn't help but laugh. The surgeon is cutting into the patient and I hear
"erybody gettin crunk, crunk, boys tryin to touch my junk, junk"
Lol... I wonder what the performers would think if they found out their music gets played while surgeons operate. I would be wierded out. Also, do you reckon the patients would wake up with one of the songs stuck in their head? Has that ever happened to you? You fall asleep listening to a song and wake up with it in ur head the next morning ...lol
That wasn't so terribly unprofessional I suppose, just not what I expected. I guess if ur going to be operating between 8 and 16 hours they need something to keep them entertained and happy.
The head surgeon who was supervising didn't seem to like it though, it was kind of funny. I was acutely aware of the music the whole time and suddenly a JT song came on and I don't know why but the beat of the song really caught my attention and startled me. I instantly looked up and noticed that the head surgeon did the same thing and our eyes met. Lol he looked furious, stormed over and changed it to an odd blend of classical music and rnb.
Maybe he just hates Jstin timberlake?
What was worse was that this case had particularly nasty fungating tumours. The worst that any of them had seen in person and the news spread around the operating rooms like wildfire. Doctors kept coming in and taking photos on their phone =.= I felt so bad for the patient. At least he was fully covered up and u couldn't see his face. But still...not cool.
Anyway I have to walk back to hospital. I'll finish this later, I have lots more to add
I'm on the train home again. I'm in a really great mood, it's lasted most of the day XD I woke up at 4am incredibly refreshed which is weird...because you know, it's 4am and I always wake up tired even when I sleep in. So I took le train to Newtown and walked the rest of the way to the hospital. Got there 10mins early, wrote some notes on some medications. I worked with a different nurse today which was good, I've had 4 different ones so far and it's good seeing their different styles of nursing.
Today was good ^.^ lots of firsts again which makes me feel like this has been the most productive prac so far. I've learnt something new everyday which feels awesome. The nurses have started letting me do the medications from scratch (compared to b4 where I would just watch). I did a somac infusion today which was a first plus they let me do it myself this time. I did my first ever wound dressings, and the 2nd one was heaps kool. I had to remove some stitches and then remove a drain from the patients abdomen and then covered the wound with a dressing XD. It was fun ^.^ and every patient so far has been really supportive of me which is nice. They all let me look after them and a few have even told me I'm doing a good job XD
I'm also getting more comfortable with documenting, so I did two care plans on my own and then progress notes.
Ohhh and I also worked with my first cytotoxic patient so I got to familiarise myself with what I learnt last week during an inservice. Basically it's just a person on cytotoxic meds: they either kill or stop the growth of cells. So you have to wear thicker gloves and dispose of all clinical waste differently.
Then during debriefing I wasn't totally lost and finally contributed, so my facilitator was happy with me ^.^
Good day and even though I missed my bus it was still good. I decided to walk back to Newtown station (instead of bus to petersham) and caught a train straight to cabra (which I'm on now). So that's good for a few reasons: walking through Newtown while it's alive is always fun. Looking at the eclectic mix of people and funky stores. Plus I feel better that I'm getting in some extra walking these days. I normally don't at all. Also, it so happened that the train was direct and still gets to cabra at the same time as the other route I would have taken which was less direct (bus and two trains).
Oh and I got to talk to Tim today and he was all happy and bubbly which is always good to experience. I never catch him in those moments lately because of the weird hours I'm working and him being tired with assessments and work. So YAY.
Hopefully the day stays positive. The only sad note is that Marco finally took Scuzzy last night ={ I didn't dwell on it too long because I don't want to think about it. That dog was so cute, I haven't connected to a dog as much as I did with him. He was so cute ={ oh well, he was getting bigger and shouldn't have been staying indoors for too much longer.
Ohhhh well.
Anywho. 9 more days and I'm doneee. Which to be honest, I don't really want to leave, the longer I stay the easier it gets and I'm fairly sure I have exams once this prac is over. =S
Byeee
Xx
Ps: expect a post wed arvo. I get to go to theatre that day and watch XD
My first week of prac is over and I finally got to go to bed late last night and sleep in today XD
So...things have gotten a lot better, my first 2 days were horrible..mentally lol The actual prac was fine but being so stressed out and nervous was shit. All I could think about was how unprepared I am and how far I need to come to be as competent as the nurses on the ward. I considered taking next semester off just to give me more time but that's not going to do anything. I always say I'll work harder, get a job in nursing, get more experience and I have nothing to show for it so far. I think it would just be another waste of time. So hopefully in the next 3 weeks I catch up to where I'm meant to be at this stage in my learning. On the plus side, I'm starting to get a hang of the routine and some of the processes so it's coming along, I'm actually getting through a whole nights sleep now without constantly waking up from being stressed out.
I also realised the first two days were made even more miserable because it was so overcast. I would leave the house in darkness, get into the hospital while the sun was just starting to rise, be inside in artificial light all day, then head home in grey dark light and get home by the time it was dark. Not having the sun around made me feel even worse, like I was sacrificing my day and had no time for anything. Work, eat quickly and sleep. I couldn't help but think how depressing my life would be if that's what it became, 5 days of having NO time whatsoever to do anything I enjoyed and only 2 hours of "free time" that were reserved for eating and preparing for the next day. Kill me now. Being told "that's life" wasn't comforting at all, I don't want to become a drone, stuck in an unchanging bland routine. I think the more I do it, the more my energy levels adjust and I have a tiny bit more energy to get more done in those 2 hours ...so here's hoping that my life doesn't become so hollow and empty.
However, unlike some other pracs, I don't feel I'm wasting my time. I have seen a LOT of important things this week and had a tonne of firsts so at least that's something =] I think I'm even getting used to the freezing cold in the morning on the way to work and feeling better because I'm walking more (due to the traveling) and I'm eating more regularly since I have a schedule to follow so hopefully that speeds up my metabolism a little.
Anyway, I hate that I haven't blogged so I'm going to do a really long summary and try to remember what I managed to do b4 this prac starting about 2 weeks ago:
Monday 18th April 2011:
That was when I had my first meeting for the PYT artistic directions committee. It was really good, I got to hear all about the upcoming projects. It gave me a much better understanding of how their organisation works and that's when I met this one girl. She was still in high school, probably year 10. She was brilliant, I haven't met someone like her in such a long time, so articulate and full of creative ideas. She really shone that night. It reminded me of how some people are really blessed with so much more ...oomph than other people. Obviously she made me feel crap about myself LOL because she was so awesome and really seemed to have a solid strong personality with so much confidence that it made her a little intimidating, even more so because she hasn't even finished highschool, I can see great things for her.
Tuesday 19th April 2011:
I had a lot of fun that day, after uni I met Matty in the city and we went to the Annie Lebovits exhibition at the MCA. We spoke so much and about so many things, it was refreshing and really reminded me of the oldddd days when we would talk like that for hours that I had almost forgotten about.
I wasn't worried exactly, but I did think about the type of people who would be at the MCA. I've never been to an art gallery before and I've just always thought of it as really pretentious. I kind of half expected a bunch of hipsters and pseudo art critics to be swarming the place with their 'holier than thou' attitudes. It was nothing like that, it was actually really laid back. Just a random mix of people from all walks of life, the occasional 'art student', grannies, people in their jogging clothes, and just ur average jeans and tshirt sort of person. It led us into a really interesting discussion about the atmosphere of different places around the world. How Australia really is laid back in so many ways compared to ...pretty much everywhere. I could write a whole post on it but watevs.
I actually really enjoyed her photography, like I mentioned before, I really didn't know anything about her, I guess I still don't know much. I just knew she was famous enough to be the 'famous photographer' who guest starred on Will and Grace lol. I'm so cultured =P LOL and on further inspection:
Glenn Close, as Fannie Lieber (a play on celebrity photographer Annie Leibovitz), a noted photographer who takes Will and Grace's picture
haha OKAY so I was off....LOL either way it got me there and I enjoyed her work, some of it was really moving. Something so simple can be so dramatic and have a huge impact, it was fascinating. Her celebrity work was stunning too, I think the one that stuck out the most was this one:
In person the colours were a lot stronger and it was way more crisp but WOW...
Also this one stood out to me, mostly because I found it so ridiculous and snobby:
OOooo look at me, I'm Leonardo Dicaprio. I'm so deep and tortured that I wear a swan as a scarf and wear plain black turtle necks in fields of grass.
-.-
douche.
actualy there was quite a few that stood out, like the one of donald trump and his wife?..actually screw it, there are no good pics of it online. It was so extravagant and retardedly opulent, I think it really captured them. They're at an airport and the wife is heavily pregnant in a gold string bikini, posing on the stairs of a jumbo jet, while Donald is in his incredibly expensive looking car that's parked next to the jumbo jet. Doi'
But yes, she also had a few that looked like anyone stuck in fogg could have taken them lol.
Then we walked up to the opera house, watched the sun set, hunted for a cheap place to eat (not an easy task at darling harbour btw) and then met up with Tim when he finished class.
Confusion: Now this is when m days become blurry, I wasn't keeping track of what I was doing so now I'm lost. I have sorta figured it out..kinda
Wed 20 April 2011: I had uni but then left early and took a detour. I decided to finally get off the bus on Norton Street and explore. I spent a couple of hours there, it was fun ^.^ I remember that being a really good day. I had gotten a distinction for something, I found a turkish bread, egg and bacon sandwhich + really good coffee for $6, found a REALLY cheap pair of flats and finally found Jura Books. Then I ended up at Tim's place.
Friday 22 April 2011: I went to a cafe and met up with Nghi, hung out all day with a bunch of interesting people. I got my coffee grinds read, apparently someones got the evil eye out on me haha. Later that night I went to tim's place and hung out.
Sat 23rd April 2011: Aly's 20th at Cargo Bar in Darling Harbour. I headed in with Tim and stef, met the girls there and Rowan who tim had invited. Ate there...the food is terrible. I don't understand why anyone would ever eat there. The food is CRAP, overpriced and you can't even hear your friends without shouting at them. We left pretty early.
Sunday 24 April 2011: Tim and I had Jap food in Livo, not very good. Then watched Rio in 3D. BEST MOVIE I'VE WATCHED IN AGES! OMFG I loved it so fucking much!! The music was amazing, the colours were so happy and bright, I cried, I laughed, I danced the entire movie in my seat. I'm pretty sure I squealed when they threw glitter confetti for the parade IN THREE_FUCKING_D!!!!! asjhalsdjsa;lads I want to go see it again. I loved it. Story line was cute, but the dancing and samba and tropical birds just did it for me. SO GOOD. Must see in 3D. No exceptions.
Then that night I went to Tim's place and watched the first ep of the new season of Dr Who with uly. Then they dropped me off at Kurts and I spent the night there with his brothers and Sonjae. She sings so loverlyyyy. I dry-heaved for the first time in my life, I've never been more disgusted with anything, I had tears in my eyes from the gag reflex kicking in. Something about Van Wilder, anyway these guys eat chocolate eclairs filled with dog cum. UGH it's making me gag a little just typing thing. GROSS.
Monday 25th April 2011: I remember walking back to Tim's place...and then nothing =S I'm blank.
Wed 27th April 2011
Tim took me into the city to try the Lindt Cafe XD The toasted chicken sandwich I had was really nice but everything with chocolate in it was icky but that might just be because I don't like Lindt chocolate. It did however keep me on a chocolate high for mostof the day which proved to be beneficial seeing as Tim decided to drag me to ever snow/ski shop in the CBD lol. Went to the QVB had dinner there with Jamie and Uly and..yism ^.^
Thur 28th April 2011: For some reason I didn't wake up until about 5pm that day, then shortly after I went to Parra with the girls for indian food. It was the first time I ever had it properly. It wasn't terrible but not my style. I don't like the spices they use.
Sunday 1st May 2011: The day before prac...OOoooo. I went to dancing in the morning then went to tim's place to watch Dr Who again with Uly. They decided to make one of their wierd food creations so we went to Franklins and got supplies:
Pizza base with extra sauce, shit load of cheese, doritoes, chilli baked beans and chicken meatballs. Topped with sour cream later. I hate to admit it but it wasnt terrible.
2-6th May 2011: Prac. I saw tim for a little after work 2 days, once at his place and the other in cabra and we got food at this korean BBQ place. It was shit.
FINALLY. jeez.
lol...at least it won't be nagging at the back of my mind that I can't remember what I did last week haha.
Soooooo! I made it, not that I ever really doubted that, mostly I was afraid of getting yelled at and being thrown into the deep end like I have been before. Today was smooth and the nurse they partnered with me is so nice and helpful and energetic. Irish too ^.^ she was so patient with me, I'm seriously so grateful because she could treat me like shit and get away with it because she's my buddy and she didn't.
Luckily for the coward in me the day started pretty late. We needed to get all the paper work out of the way first and by then it was already time for the first break. The breaks are pretty damn long too. All up it's an hour and 10mins which is generous. I've been to place where 30mins all day is stretching it. Plus then we got sent to an inservice so that was my last 30mins taken up just listening.
It never ceases to amaze me the amount of work nurses do in such a short amount of time. Not only that but memorising times and readings and med doses and levels. Bah it's a huge messy juggling act between documenting, medicating and doing procedures. It's a shame that there really is no time for this whole 'holistic care' and making someone feel like they're more than just another patient. It sucks, you're firing questions and statements a million miles a second at everyone, patients, staff and family and what's more interesting, to me at least, is nurses ability to dodge obstacles and be so aware of their surroundings. I'm clutzy and slow in general, even more so in a clinical environment with all these foreign objects poking out at me everywhere. Nurses always seem to be on a mission, they're like ninjas, careful yet speedy.
I really am a Panda aren't I. *sigh*
But whatever. The nurse I'm with is nice and so is everyone else on the ward. The patients are friendly too.
I just wish getting there and back was easier =.= lol but most of the people who drove are swapping to public transport tomorrow because of the terrible parking situation...so ehh I would still have been screwed.
I'm on the train on my way to my first day of prac. This is my first prac of the year but definitely going to be the most challenging since my first prac I did two years ago. The last two pracs I did through uni were in mental health wards, not that they are easier but I just happened to be placed in the least troublesome wards. I was lucky. Now, back to an actual hospital with physically ill patients...bleh.
Getting to sleep was really hard last night. All I wanted was to be close to someone, Tim or even my mum but no one was around. It just reminded me of how much my relationship with my mum has changed. I miss the way we used to be. I'm so needy =.= It makes me wish I was stronger like most of my friends. I feel like I'm the only one who needs a security blanket (in the form of people). Beh.
I don't feel any better. Thinking psyches me out even more. I hate these feelings. Every prac is always so scary and nothing anyone says ever helps.
So uhmm...
I guess I haven't bothered blogging because I've either been busy or too jdndixnskeix to blog and not produce something more emo than this stupid post lol. I've been trying to keep busy just because this prac was looming and they tend to be draining. Getting up early, stressing out, going to bed early. I think getting to sleep early is the hardest. It ties in too much to this stupid idea that has always been stuck in my head: it's lame to go to bed early. It's some weird stigma lol. Being tired and stressed, with only a small window of opportunity to hang out with Tim makes me sad and feel lonely.
Beh.
Another reason I haven't blogged is because I hate seeing posts without pictures and I have a few for each little thing I've done over the last two weeks or so. I don't want the writing and pics to be separate.
Blerg....I want Tim to hug meeeee.
I'm going to listen to some more Jay and Silent Bob get old and try to forget.
So one day I was hanging out with Kurt and we realised that there are some pretty wacky sayings in the spanish language.
Each Spanish speaking country has their own sayings, metaphors and similies but these are a few that I have collected over the last year or so.
Every time I hear my mum or grandma say a new one I text Kurt XD It has become somewhat of a little tradition for me now =]
Saying: La negrita astuta vende fruta.
Direct Translation: The (Astute, cunning, sly, crafty, fraudulent) cute/little black girl sells fruit.
Meaning: This saying is said as a sort of warning that you are/someone else is a cocktease
Saying: No calientes el agua (si no vas a tomar té)
Direct Translation: Don't heat the water if you're not going to drink tea
Meaning: This is also a sort of warning to someone who is being a cocktease. Kind of like, don't flirt and lead someone on if you have no intention of hooking up with them. It is also a play on words because in Spanish (Chilean at least) the word calentar (to heat) is also used informally as a way to say 'make horny'. So 'estoy caliente' = I'm hot BUT it means I'm horny. If you wanted to say I'm hot (because of the weather) you would say 'tengo calor'
Tongue Twister: Tres tristes tigres trigo trillaron tranquilos tragaron
Translation: Three sad tigers, wheat they threshed (To separate the grain from the straw or husks by mechanical beating), calmly they swallowed.
Tongue Twister:Pedro Pablo Pérez Pereira pobre pintor portugués pinta paisajes por poca plata para pasar por París
Translation: Pedro Pablo Pérez Pereira poor Portugese painter paints landscapes for little money to pass through Paris.
Saying:Buscarle la quinta pata al gato
Direct Translation:To look for the 5th leg of the cat
Meaning: Looking for problems when there clearly aren't any in that situation, so you're over thinking it and overcomplicating yourself.
Saying: Para ser bella hay que ver estrellas
Direct Translation: To be beautiful you have to see stars
Meaning: I'm guessing this is a fairly old saying because my grandad said it to me once, I kind of fell in love with this little rhyme/mantra. It means that no pain is too great to endure in order to look your best, this particularly refers to women having to wear painful shoes (stilettos) because it makes their legs look hot, wearing tight clothing to show off curves, waxing, plucking, dying hair, and I suppose nowadays you could extend that into getting cosmetic surgery. Just to clarify, my grandad wasn't a dick, I remember the saying coming up because we were watching a show with really attractive women and I was in awe of them and he explained that constructed superficial beauty comes at a price =) Oh and if you don't get the imagery, it's based on seeing "stars" when you hit your head/get dizzy, like if you've ever seen the cartoon representation of stars around the head when they get hit.
*To be continued
To Do.
Here's a list of some of the things I would like to do or accomplish or places I want to visit in my lifetime =]
* I have already been there, done that or started to read that but would like to do it again or complete the task
-- The task is completed and I don't feel the need to do a repeat