8 Bottles of Juice

Winter ... even though it should be Spring.
Showers, ice cold wind that pierces through your skin, giving you the chills right down to the bones.

Since we got back from China, I have been feeling extremely sluggish, lethargic, demotivated, in-need of inspiration, you name it. Partly because the other half fell sick for a few weeks, and my body has been working extremely hard not to fall ill.

Which brings us to the title of this post - 8 Bottles of Juice. That is how much I consume a day, in this 3-day juice cleanse from a local juicery. Is that even a word? "Juicery" - With all the internet lingo and new words resulted from that added into the dictionary, I am not even sure what is a word and what is a slang anymore. Hmm.

Before I committed to the cleanse (which happened when I submitted my debit card into the device and punched in my pin to approve the transaction), I read mixed reviews, mainly on how hard juice cleanses are, the temptation to eat solid food, constant hunger pangs, etc.

First day down, and... I think I feel fine? Crashed around 3.30pm, took a 2-hour nap. That's me, without caffeine in my system. Second day is supposed to be 'harder', wish me luck.

Then again, comparing my daily food intake/habits and everyone else's, I tend to consume one meal a day, at most two. Some days I even forgot to eat, especially when I am too busy meeting deadlines.

Loving work, in a way. Although, I miss stretching the creative side of my brain. I want to enroll into regular classes, though that might plunge a hole in my monthly finances. Adult life - too many commitments. Well, more so for me with my brilliant yet insane idea/plan to save up for the future. Then there is the student loan repayment. I would make education free if I can. There is a list of skills and courses that I would like to add to my professional development. Anyone wants to contribute to my education fund?

And this concludes my once in a significant moon blog post, before I start jabbering and waffling on to update you about things that don't matter to you in the last few months.
Thanks for reading.

How About This

There are times where my head gets lost in space, reflecting on life, in general. The past 11 months have taught me a lot. To reevaluate my priorities; to let go of things/situations (even humans) beyond my control; to focus on my core values; to not let the grapevine affect my judgement; to stay observant and attentive to my surroundings; to listen; to learn; to share ... 

The past 11 months, there were also plenty of talk/questions about marriage. How about this? My take is, when one is ready, one will partake that journey. Till then, I am pretty content where we are. Then there is this whole thing about wedding gifts, this whole culture about expecting your guests to pay for your wedding. No offense to those who practice that; it really does not make sense to me.

Think about it - You want to throw a lavish wedding (or maybe you are obligated to do so because of your elders' request); you invite family and friends to celebrate the day with you, and you expect them to 'cover some of your wedding expenses'. Societal expectations/obligations - tsk! tsk! I think this is why I declined quite a number of wedding invites the last 5 years, unless we are extremely close. And I have been telling Chris, if you can't afford to do it, don't. I know it's a once in a lifetime thing (or at least it's supposed to be). But, hey! This coming from someone who couldn't bother paying a hefty fee for her graduation robe, some sub-par food, and a day of speeches. I just had my certificate delivered to me. Hah!

Winter August 2015

Five layers
Two thermals
One winter jacket
A scarf
Leather gloves
Doubled the socks in my Docs
Pulling down the beanie to cover my ears

Yet I am still shivering right in my bones.

Melbourne.

Free-falling

It is more than 30 degrees outdoors, and I am seated in my apartment, boiling Chai Tea.

YES! That's how I roll. I deserve some Chai, my personal Yogi Time, I say. I have been working every single day of the week since mid-Jan. I am such a machine! Put my gym membership on-hold because I was getting really bored with the routine (weights and such). Told you, I won't last. I need something like DANCE, to keep me alive.

Everyone's posting up everything they do on Facebook these days, that I think I am slowly getting back to my blog. It is public, yet not too public at the same time, if you get my drift. If you so happen to chance upon this for the first time, Welcome, to my humble abode of nonsensical ramblings - though some times they do make sense.

I have been reviewing my year, thus far, the past few days, and can't help expressing copious gratitude to all that the Universe have been throwing at me the past four weeks. Albeit work, I have made strong networks in the industry - bragging rights begin - having worked with a team from SBS, had meetings with two inner-city council personnel on upcoming projects which I am co-coordinating (and I am talking about massive projects, eg. White Night Melbourne, to name one of them), shot a video with an amazing production team and received positive feedback about my performance, saw Paul Simon play when I worked at A Day On The Green, saw Djokovic play when I worked at the Australian Open (first time) and got into the game of tennis (well, Chris had to patiently explain the whole game to me), and the list goes on .. and hoping it rolls on till I retire (which I deem never). And that is me, living the moment.

This soul is ever-seeking for something substantial, something bigger than life. You cross paths with people you like and dislike, friends come and go, but the true ones remain. You meet someone you can finally convince yourself that you can share your life with, then annoy the daylights off each other while being able to laugh at it together.

I have plugged - "Be a certified Yoga Instructor" into my list of things to-achieve.

I want to keep learning, keep absorbing, keep inspiring.

BFF got me the book above. I have been trying to figure out ways to 'wreck it' but it still looks squeaky clean. Soon... soon.. I just need time to sit down, do nothing, and just get my hands dirty.

Picture time -

Stuff on my work desk - Higher Living's Cocoa and Chilli Tea is my current favorite!

Working at the Australian Open in-style

Love and Light~

Fire

I realised that living Australia has changed me. I am no longer that Asian girl/lady who holds back and consider everyone's feelings when something is definitely not right. I have been transformed into this vocal individual who confronts an issue when there is one, within means, of course. That said, this does not apply to being a keyboard warrior (only if I have no other means of contacting the other party). You have tainted me, Australia!

Then again, I am sick of people taking things for granted in this industry. One can only stay silent for so long. Well, I have experienced different scenarios, same shit, more than thrice - they say, "Three times, you are OUT!". Honestly. Logically, that should happen to everyone when pushed to the limits too.  I have seriously considered my actions, and no, I was not over-reacting.

Life On A Day With Less Responsibilities

Wake up
Roll in bed for an hour
Brain argument on whether to hit the gym or not
Roll off bed
Freshen up in the bathroom
Turn on laptop (aka Morning music mix)
Make a cuppa
Rummage through closet
Selling my wardrobe online.

YES!!! It's the season to DE-CLUTTER!!!!

Tag, You Are It!

If you have noticed, lately there have been a lot of "Tag your friends .." posts on Facebook, and whoever gets tagged have to complete the assigned task. My younger sister tagged me in the 'Daily Gratefulness' post - I have to post five things that I am grateful for daily, for seven days. And I have not done so. Not because I am ungrateful, but I am rather ... *clears throat* lazy to follow suit such a task. I will do so, eventually, I think. Meanwhile .. you see, I just lost my train of thought there. I was so eager to express myself about 'something', and now I forgot what that 'something' was.

Anyway, I have booked an appointment for my first IPL experience next week. It came to a point where I was just too lazy (jeezzz... I am making myself sound like a bum I swear, I am not) to keep epilating/tweezing once a week, especially during winter. The package I purchased is for three sessions, which I think I can only do two as I will be heading off mid-October. Nonetheless, LivingSocials had a 10% off deal today, so I paid AU$13 for all three sessions. How crazy cheap is that? Let's just hope it is a good one. After all, I have had more than a handful of horrible experiences  for services purchased via discount vouchers.