bittersweet

I love driving on the Anzac Bridge. It brings a sense of swift happiness whenever I cross, with my windows down, my music up, and my bad singing. I love it the most when I'm alone, so I can just enjoy the atmosphere undisturbed. Unfortunately, this sensation only lasts while I'm on top of the bridge, but thankfully, it leaves a hint of a cool, fuzzy feeling when I reach the bottom.

In mid 11th grade, my best friend and I skipped school and roamed the city. I remember it as one of the saddest times of my life, and I needed a break from school. Despite feeling down, we enjoyed the day out with each other; she was my partner in crime - I wouldn't have survived senior school without her. Our petty boy troubles seemed equally real back then, and no matter how far we tried to run, they found us. We finally accepted that time would heal all wounds and blasted our misery away in a game of Time Crisis II.

We stood outside the QVB, and I told her to look up at the sky. We noticed two flags on top of the Metro Woolworths building. I asked her to take a mental picture of that sight, to think about how dreadful life was at that moment and to remember that day. Thus, in happier times in the future, we would return to that exact spot and appreciate that the present bad memory would then be of the past. We made a promise to return to that unhappy place together, as soon as we were ultra-happy. 

Maybe it's time to revisit and smile up at those flags, to show them how blissfully happy I am now. It's bittersweet because she is no longer in my life to share this moment with me. I hope she remembers the promise to visit our place, and I pray that she's happy with her life, too.

job seeking

The commercials during morning talk shows told me to get off my butt and get an associate's degree as a paralegal or train as a police officer. So, I ate another chocolate bar. The talk shows themselves indicated that boxer shorts and t-shirts weren't in fashion, so I accessorised with hoop earrings. All this just made me a little nervous. How on earth did the major TV networks find out that I was unemployed?

I've been on "holidays" for over a month now. I used to work 12 hours a day, so I thought I deserved this break. It came as a surprise when I realised that I wasn't cut out to be a full-time bum. I was rather relieved by that discovery, actually. I believed that my body wasn't built for hard labour, so I quit my job and retired early. Just kidding, I'm job-seeking at the moment. It used to be so much easier, especially when companies returned my phone calls.

Everyone is apparently too busy to recruit these days. How am I supposed to get a job if they don't interview me? Or is it my fault if someone else is more qualified than me? How rude. It requires a lot of skills to handle rejection, and I've come to master that art. I'm feeling discouraged, a little anxious, and frankly, I'm just tired from job hunting. Job seeking should be considered a full-time job.

climbing the cholesterol chart

My physio appointment got canceled today due to a sudden renovation emergency. I've been getting massages twice a week, and my physio has been advising (insisting) that I do some exercise in my spare time. I can't deny that I'm unfit, and that's a good sign because admitting you have a problem is the first step. Now, I will proceed to take baby steps to fix myself.

The second step is to seek help. I told RD my problem, and since he's aware that I'm allergic to the gym, he suggested that we do something fun so that I wouldn't think of it as "exercise." I like how my boyfriend knows how to spin a bad condition into a good situation to help me deal with my health issues. He proposed that we try rock climbing because I like to climb (trees in particular), but I suppose fake rocks will do just fine, given that there isn't a recreational tree-climbing centre around.

We're both very competitive, so it will be interesting to see how this activity goes. I think it would be wise to go with another couple because they'd stop us from killing each other. Only kidding—humility is a trait that I want to start exercising too. I'm sure he's a better climber than me, even though I've had many years of experience climbing my neighbour's blackberry tree. I think my incentive to climb that tall tree was to reach the berries. Perhaps I should put food on top of the rock wall for motivation. I'm supposed to stay fit, yet I'm still daydreaming about food.

This is going to be a painful climb to good health.

driving

Due to popular demand, I've decided to be a safer driver this year. I've realised that a confident driver does not equal a safe driver. When your friends are forcing you out of the driver's seat of your own car so they can drive, you can't help but question your credibility as a good driver. Maybe it's not such a coincidence that all of my friends are THAT paranoid about being in a car accident because of me.

"Please don't look at me while you're driving!" is the most common line that I hear from my lovely passengers. I think it's rude not to maintain eye contact when speaking to someone, but they've assured me that it's acceptable to look ahead when driving. They find it hard to believe that I'm able to have a conversation with eye contact and still know where I'm going. I've never been in a real accident before, but I guess for their peace of mind, I'll keep my eyes on the road. I'll also avoid using hand gestures while I speak because apparently, I swerve the car whenever I do that.