Well exams have finished and it feels great! No more stressing or late nights, no desk covered in paper or red bull and nodoz. I'm looking forward to a solid nights sleep tonight, even though I need to be up at 7am for work!
My exam this morning was as to be expected - 28 questions worth 10 marks each over 3 hours (or 5 minutes each question). Not too pressing, if you knew what you were talking about. Then again, half the fun is not knowing what you're talking about, and creating some long winded story as to how the atmosphere formed involving aliens and asparagus. The exam was for "The Blue Planet", or in laymans terms, Geology. Over the semester we covered everything from Earth as a system, to atmospheric conditions, plate tectonics and magnetism, thermohaline circulation of the oceans, and the origins of marine biota. Yes, safe to say there was s**tloads of information to process.
But my friends and I battled through it and came out the other end somewhat unharmed. We spent the next 2 hours in the pub chatting over the exams they still had to go (chemistry and maths), and whether or not a human and a chimp could procreate and form a sterile being, similar to the way horses and donkeys make mules (thanks for that topic, Bela). 2pm rolled around and I needed to be home by 5pm to take my sister to diving training. I figured I'd hit the gym for those hours in between; I went for a run, did some light weights, more cardio and some ab work. I'm not much of a sporty person anymore (I used to be a national level swimmer), but I have to admit that after the last few weeks, hitting the gym and stretching out those muscles felt pretty damn good.
Aside from that, not much has been happening. Haven't talked to Sam since Sunday, but he's a first-grade AFL player and they started pre-season training this week, so I guess I cant complain. His best friend Matt,who I do most of my courses with, told me something interesting one night when we were out. He said that when footy season starts I would come second to Sam's training and games, and that I should be prepared to share. I can understand that, but I didn't think it would come around so soon.
Anyway, I must be off to take my sister to training, but here is the track listing of my favourite album to work out to: it gets you in the mood amazingly well and helps you keep a rhythm while you pump that iron!
Ministry of Sound: The Annual 2007, Disc 1.
1. David Guetta vs. The Egg – Love Don’t Let Me Go (Walking Away)
2. Chris Lake feat. Laura V - Changes (Vocal Club Mix)
3. Sneaky Sound System – Pictures (Tonite Only Remix)
4. Sarah McLeod - He Doesn’t Love You (Hook n Sling Vocal Remix)
5. Yuksek – Sorry
6. Tommy Trash – Slide (Electro Funk Lovers Remix)
7. Solu Music feat. KimBlee - Fade (The Bimbo Jones Strings Remix)
8. Sébastien Léger feat. Gia Mellish – Hypnotized
9. Kaskade – Be Still (Extended Mix)
10. Toby Neal – My Love
11. Kelis feat. Too $hort – Bossy (Alan Braxe & Fred Falke Remix)
12. Martijn ten Velden - I Wish U Would
13. Richard Dinsdale - Pulling Me Under
14. Basement Jaxx – Hush Boy (Les Visiteurs Mix)
15. Bob Sinclar – Rock This Party
16. Supafly Inc. - Moving Too Fast (Freemasons Full Vocal Remix)
17. Michael Gray feat. Shelly Poole - Borderline (Vocal Club Mix)
18. Kortezman – My Love (Kortezman Vocal Mix)
19. Sharam - PATT (Party All The Time)
20. Fonzirelli – Moonlight Party
21. Cassius – Toop Toop (Cassius Reggae Rock Mix)
So good! Give it a go!
Lani.
Ps. 2 sleeps till the bestie gets home :)
Monday, November 10, 2008
Head Versus Heart.
Hey guys. I hate to say it but today's post has a morbid theme to it. Before I explain, dinner at Sam's last night went really well, only I forgot to put onion in one of the dishes. At least I didn't burn the house down though, right?
Okay. I don't even know what to say first. Before I began dating Sam, I was seeing another guy by the name of "Ben" (an alias). I met Ben one night when I was out clubbing with a friend. I'd been dancing with this guy who was so terrible that I had to excuse myself and leave. On my way out, Ben stopped me by the arm and said, "Excuse me miss, but did you by chance enjoy any of that?" I just stared at him for a second before breaking out into a grin and saying "No!". For twenty minutes after that, Ben and I got chatting about various things from the club we were in (Mooseheads) to our relationship status. I told him I'd never had a boyfriend before (which at the time I hadn't), and he said "You have to be kidding me." I shook my head. He looked shocked, then came out with something I wasnt expecting. "Have you ever been kissed with passion before?" he asked. I flushed slightly and said no. Then he asked if I'd like to be. I looked him in the eyes and he just smiled and bent forward to kiss me.
Often in romance novels, the cliche is for the girls knees to become weak and buckle under such an intimate moment. If there has ever been a time in my life that this would have happened, it would have been then. I never told Ben this. I don't think he even knows now the effect he had on me that night, but I remember like it was yesterday. He asked me for my number, and under normal circumstances I wouldn't have given it. But this was by no means normal. He messaged the next day asking to see me, and again I would never have agreed to meet, but I had to. The night I met up with him, he explained that he was just out of a two-year relationship and he was in no position to start dating again. Initially this really hurt; I'd felt an instant connection with this person and here he was telling me it could never be. I'm naturally an extremely emotional being, and would ordinarily have said something to convince him otherwise. Instead, I bit my tongue and kissed him softly.
Over the next few weeks, Ben and I saw each other as often as we could; usually on a night where he got home early from work and I was able to weave an elaborate escape plan from my mother's grip on my freedom. As much as I got to know him, and fell for his humour, his body, his scent and even his flaws, I was constantly having to keep my emotions in check; cutting romantic ties with him where I felt them forming, and biting my tongue more often than not when I felt the need to confess my feelings. I'm not going to say there weren't nights where I didnt think I could do it, and that without this person in my life I would never be whole (I know it sounds silly, but to be honest thats how it felt). All I could do was distance myself from him as much as I could, yet slowly enough to not cause pain. Like a drug, I was his addiction and he was my release.
Back to the present. I'm with Sam now, who I like to no end. He's one of the most amazing men you will ever meet, with the biggest heart and the wittiest sense of humour. Only he's not Ben. I'm hoping you see my predicament. On one hand, I have the man that I've quite possibly loved since I met him, only who I can never be with. And on the other, I have the man who makes me laugh and who is much healthier for me, but who, for the moment, I'm not in love with. It's a head versus heart decision, and it's one of the hardest I've ever had to live with.
One thing is for certain; I'm not going to be cheating on Sam. I'm ashamed to confess that I have considered the idea, but then I think about what cheating did to my family. It's not so much a question of who I want to be with, but rather what the most sensible option is. Even though it's still early, it's unfair to let Sam think that I'm with him for a reason that I'm not. Similarly, is it unfair to myself to let Ben go without him knowing how I feel? For all I know, he could be feeling the same way but thinks he doesnt have a shot because he told me he didnt want me (self-convincing works wonders on the soul, even if it's lying). For the moment, all I can think to do is stay detracted from the situation and continue life as if I had never over-analysed it in the first place. What else can i do?
Hoping for help,
Lani.
Okay. I don't even know what to say first. Before I began dating Sam, I was seeing another guy by the name of "Ben" (an alias). I met Ben one night when I was out clubbing with a friend. I'd been dancing with this guy who was so terrible that I had to excuse myself and leave. On my way out, Ben stopped me by the arm and said, "Excuse me miss, but did you by chance enjoy any of that?" I just stared at him for a second before breaking out into a grin and saying "No!". For twenty minutes after that, Ben and I got chatting about various things from the club we were in (Mooseheads) to our relationship status. I told him I'd never had a boyfriend before (which at the time I hadn't), and he said "You have to be kidding me." I shook my head. He looked shocked, then came out with something I wasnt expecting. "Have you ever been kissed with passion before?" he asked. I flushed slightly and said no. Then he asked if I'd like to be. I looked him in the eyes and he just smiled and bent forward to kiss me.
Often in romance novels, the cliche is for the girls knees to become weak and buckle under such an intimate moment. If there has ever been a time in my life that this would have happened, it would have been then. I never told Ben this. I don't think he even knows now the effect he had on me that night, but I remember like it was yesterday. He asked me for my number, and under normal circumstances I wouldn't have given it. But this was by no means normal. He messaged the next day asking to see me, and again I would never have agreed to meet, but I had to. The night I met up with him, he explained that he was just out of a two-year relationship and he was in no position to start dating again. Initially this really hurt; I'd felt an instant connection with this person and here he was telling me it could never be. I'm naturally an extremely emotional being, and would ordinarily have said something to convince him otherwise. Instead, I bit my tongue and kissed him softly.
Over the next few weeks, Ben and I saw each other as often as we could; usually on a night where he got home early from work and I was able to weave an elaborate escape plan from my mother's grip on my freedom. As much as I got to know him, and fell for his humour, his body, his scent and even his flaws, I was constantly having to keep my emotions in check; cutting romantic ties with him where I felt them forming, and biting my tongue more often than not when I felt the need to confess my feelings. I'm not going to say there weren't nights where I didnt think I could do it, and that without this person in my life I would never be whole (I know it sounds silly, but to be honest thats how it felt). All I could do was distance myself from him as much as I could, yet slowly enough to not cause pain. Like a drug, I was his addiction and he was my release.
Back to the present. I'm with Sam now, who I like to no end. He's one of the most amazing men you will ever meet, with the biggest heart and the wittiest sense of humour. Only he's not Ben. I'm hoping you see my predicament. On one hand, I have the man that I've quite possibly loved since I met him, only who I can never be with. And on the other, I have the man who makes me laugh and who is much healthier for me, but who, for the moment, I'm not in love with. It's a head versus heart decision, and it's one of the hardest I've ever had to live with.
One thing is for certain; I'm not going to be cheating on Sam. I'm ashamed to confess that I have considered the idea, but then I think about what cheating did to my family. It's not so much a question of who I want to be with, but rather what the most sensible option is. Even though it's still early, it's unfair to let Sam think that I'm with him for a reason that I'm not. Similarly, is it unfair to myself to let Ben go without him knowing how I feel? For all I know, he could be feeling the same way but thinks he doesnt have a shot because he told me he didnt want me (self-convincing works wonders on the soul, even if it's lying). For the moment, all I can think to do is stay detracted from the situation and continue life as if I had never over-analysed it in the first place. What else can i do?
Hoping for help,
Lani.
Sunday Dinner.
Today is Sunday, and is therefore traditionally meant to be spent lying around lazily, reading novels, playing with pets and listening to laidback tunes. If only. As noted in my last post I have an exam on Tuesday, the subject for which I’m currently sitting on a HD and would dearly love to keep it. Did you know that latent heat of fusion is important to ocean environments, as it has a thermostatic heat-regulating effect due to the release of heat on freezing and absorption on melting? Me either. Go figure.
On a happier topic, I’m all set to make dinner tonight for; lets call him ‘Sam’. We haven’t been together long (only a few weeks), and even though he has his own place I don’t know if it’s a bit early to be having home-dinner dates. So guys? Would you be thrilled that someone was making you dinner instead of you having to fend for yourself? Or weirded out that this girl was replacing your mum? I guess I’ll find out tonight. Also! On a friskier note, what does black underwear mean to you? I’ve asked a couple of male friends and it seems undecided whether or not colours represent anything in particular. I’m just curious as to how widely known the underwear symbolism is, and if us females should be aware of what we’re unconsciously implying when we choose our panties.
I have a rather unfortunate song stuck in my head at the moment (‘So What’ by Pink. Need I say more?), so I will depart for the meantime but leave you with this poem I found on a poster in my bedroom:
Can we?
Shall we?
One day, very soon,
Let us go away together,
Just you and me.
Can we?
Shall we?
Call in sick one day,
Travel to the sea,
And hold hands all day.
Can we?
Shall we?
Eat our sandwiches on the train,
Get drunk on fresh air,
Come home tired,
And never tell anyone… ever.
- Rob Ryan.
Ps. I’m making some Chinese stir-fry dishes for Sam. Let me know if you’d be interested in the recipe. Very Easy!
Lani.
On a happier topic, I’m all set to make dinner tonight for; lets call him ‘Sam’. We haven’t been together long (only a few weeks), and even though he has his own place I don’t know if it’s a bit early to be having home-dinner dates. So guys? Would you be thrilled that someone was making you dinner instead of you having to fend for yourself? Or weirded out that this girl was replacing your mum? I guess I’ll find out tonight. Also! On a friskier note, what does black underwear mean to you? I’ve asked a couple of male friends and it seems undecided whether or not colours represent anything in particular. I’m just curious as to how widely known the underwear symbolism is, and if us females should be aware of what we’re unconsciously implying when we choose our panties.
I have a rather unfortunate song stuck in my head at the moment (‘So What’ by Pink. Need I say more?), so I will depart for the meantime but leave you with this poem I found on a poster in my bedroom:
Can we?
Shall we?
One day, very soon,
Let us go away together,
Just you and me.
Can we?
Shall we?
Call in sick one day,
Travel to the sea,
And hold hands all day.
Can we?
Shall we?
Eat our sandwiches on the train,
Get drunk on fresh air,
Come home tired,
And never tell anyone… ever.
- Rob Ryan.
Ps. I’m making some Chinese stir-fry dishes for Sam. Let me know if you’d be interested in the recipe. Very Easy!
Lani.
Where to Begin.
As the title of this blog suggests, there are many places for me to start - from introducing myself, to why I created this blog and who or what inspired me to do it. Nevertheless, the best place to start is always at the beginning.
I'm Lani. Very nice to meet you :) To answer the aformentioned questions, my reason behind creating this blog was not because I was bored or had a lot of time on my hands (because really, I have none.. I should be studying for an exam), but because I felt an intense need to do something different for a change. I'm continually reading or writing my thoughts on scrap-paper or in journals. I often find pangs of jealousy rearing their ugly heads when a friend tells me of her new jewellery-making hobby or a new sport they've joined. I admit that I was disappointed that I didnt have something like that before where I could take time out, but am happy that I've finally decided to do something about it.
To bring you up to date on my current life-occurrences, I have a uni exam on Tuesday that I know for a fact is not going to go well. One of my best friends arrives home from travelling India and Europe on Thursday and I will be waiting for her at the airport bright and early with the biggest box of gummi bears you have ever laid eyes on. I haven't talked to my other best friend in a few days so I must do that soon. In the next few minutes, I plan on printing out the recipe for the meal I'm cooking my other-half tomorrow night, even though I've never cooked it before.. I shall let you know how it goes.
Before I go, I should point out that what I don't want is this blog to be just about me. I would rather post questions or dilemmas and hear what you have to say. Similarly, feel free to comment on my blogs or ask if you find yourself in a similar situation and need some advice. I hope to get back to this blog at least once daily - I can already hear the posts forming in my head.
Take care,
Lani.
I'm Lani. Very nice to meet you :) To answer the aformentioned questions, my reason behind creating this blog was not because I was bored or had a lot of time on my hands (because really, I have none.. I should be studying for an exam), but because I felt an intense need to do something different for a change. I'm continually reading or writing my thoughts on scrap-paper or in journals. I often find pangs of jealousy rearing their ugly heads when a friend tells me of her new jewellery-making hobby or a new sport they've joined. I admit that I was disappointed that I didnt have something like that before where I could take time out, but am happy that I've finally decided to do something about it.
To bring you up to date on my current life-occurrences, I have a uni exam on Tuesday that I know for a fact is not going to go well. One of my best friends arrives home from travelling India and Europe on Thursday and I will be waiting for her at the airport bright and early with the biggest box of gummi bears you have ever laid eyes on. I haven't talked to my other best friend in a few days so I must do that soon. In the next few minutes, I plan on printing out the recipe for the meal I'm cooking my other-half tomorrow night, even though I've never cooked it before.. I shall let you know how it goes.
Before I go, I should point out that what I don't want is this blog to be just about me. I would rather post questions or dilemmas and hear what you have to say. Similarly, feel free to comment on my blogs or ask if you find yourself in a similar situation and need some advice. I hope to get back to this blog at least once daily - I can already hear the posts forming in my head.
Take care,
Lani.
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