Love And Stress: Multitasking Doesn't Come Easy, Unless You're Not Aware That You Are Multitasking. I
Love and stress: Multitasking doesn't come easy, unless you're not aware that you are multitasking. I have found myself in a predicament that involves being childishly in love and staying focused to get through the last few weeks of university. I'm not here complaining about life, but to talk about how I feel and how I am managing this stage of my life. This stage of my life is actually the topping to a bitter dessert. I've been studying ongoing and 5 years later, I am literally coming to the end of my schooling years. In about two weeks I am officially done and can start looking for a proper job. But lately I know that I have been slacking with prioritizing uni with love. When you're in love, all that you want to do is spend every breathing second with your companion. No matter the hours and hours spent together, it just isn't enough. I could lay in bed all day without a single thought of having to get my assessments done, I could stare at his face without getting sore from smiling from happiness, I could listen to him talk for hours without being afraid to get sick of his voice. It feels like paradise with every eye contact and I honestly don't think I could ever get sick of studying his expressions. In the other hand, I am quiet aware of the fact that I keep pushing aside work that will determine whether I will walk away as a teacher or not. I am aware that I may be enjoying the love life a little to much. I am aware that all my assesments are piling up, and they need to get done as soon as possible otherwise I will become an owl. I am aware of it all and I am somewhat stressed about it, but the advantage for me is that I am quiet a chiller when it comes to meeting deadlines. I find myself work better under pressure, knowing that I need to get it done. That is how I deal with it. I've gotten through the past 5 years of uni with this attitude and this performance. If I had done it wrong, I wouldn't be here today... So I must be doing it right... In my own way. Loving him has been the best thing that's happened to me since I bought my first ever car, which was a huge step into my pathway to becoming an independent young woman. I know that my work needs to be done, I am quiet informed of it, but being in love is just so much more fun. I will get my work done eventually.
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Hotel: Obviously each to their own will find a shelter that best suits them. These are the places I stayed at and I’m glad I stayed at these places as I felt like a princess.
The Aston - Uluwatu
Monday morning we get up and enjoy our buffet breakfast at the Aston. This hotel is new and has only been around for two years. It’s quiet luxurious and modern. Great view of the coastline and in the far distance is Kuta and Seminyak. For two nights here, the Ashton is very affordable ($130 per night); which includes breakfast and endless Wi-Fi. If you want to stay away from the big touristy location, Uluwatu is a great escape. Depending on your bargaining skills (mine sucks) you can go to other places quiet cheap as the location is still quiet central still.
Villa Kalisat - Ubud
The things I would do to back to Villa Kalisat!! This location is magical. Entwine with the mountain and palm tree jungle, this villa is on the edge giving you a 180degree view of what is in front you. The Villa itself makes you feel like your in a Buddist dream and definitely feels like one of them postcard advertisement you see about the Bali villas. At also an affordable price ($150 per night), which includes breakfast and Wi-Fi, you get to relax and embrace the beautiful surrounding. At the bottom of the mountain is a river, if you ask the workers nicely, someone will take you to the bottom and you can enjoy a swim looking up into the mountains. Feeling nostalgic thinking back to it.
Astanya Kunti – Seminyak
This apartment was average. It did meet our requirement, as we wanted a kitchen to cook our own meal. The four of us had this massive two-room apartment to ourself. Our room was a fair bit away from the pool so we spent most our time locked in our room under the air conditioner, as we couldn’t be bothered with the 3 mins trip to the pool. For four people, this accommodation was really affordable, highly recommended it for families with little kids or groups.
The country of my people
It’s almost always worth getting up early. #myanmar on Flickr.
Where to now?
You know that saying 'when one door closes, another opens'? Well I'm in this predicament except without an open door of opportunity, not just yet, and don't know when. So I'm just going with the flow. Living within the usual routine. Work, home, see friends, eat, sleep, repeat. The idea of moving on from the last chapter I can't grasp. Maybe I'm just afraid to actually grow up and start making a living. I kind of don't want to yet. The thought of waking up every morning and going to work really is unpleasant. I want to go into the world and grow up this way. I don't know why people go to uni and get into the work field straight away. I'm the total opposite. I just finished my degree and I don't want to work. It's not because I won't enjoy the work, it's because I don't want to start working as of yet, I feel like this may take away the opportunity for me to be gypsie (a person who moves from one place to another). I don't think there's anything wrong with this pathway. The best way to grow up physically, mentally and intellectually I believe is through the interactions with people of different cultures, to be in an unusual environment and to fully seek the unknown. This will be the new door open to me and I will happily walk through it.
Bali Retreat
Bali has never really been a location I've wanted to see. I've been to Thailand and assumed that Bali would be similar; hot, packed, dirty, beggars, annoying street markets and people ripping you off. But wow was I shocked! And yes to an extent Bali was similar to Thailand in relations to the weather, shops and street markers. Early January was my first trip to Bali, during this time of year is their wet season (but still hot as hell). It was a trip more focused on exploring Bali, relaxing and pampering rather than the party destination scene (which most people assume Bali is), but I did go to a few bars and enjoyed a few bevys... or two.
This post is more a reflection in combination with some recommendations for many beautiful places I stumbled across while in Bali.
We landed Saturday midnight at Denpasar airport. The minute you walk out of the plane, the heat and humidity hits you in the face. This time of year is the wet season and because it’s such a hot country, the rain makes it dry and sticky.
We are not in high school anymore!
High school is one of the greatest milestone of our teen life. We experience what life is fully made of; to make decisions that resulted in serious consequences, to take risks, to explore our boundaries, to find our weaknesses and strengths, to fall in love, to lie and keep secrets, and to find ourselves in the midst of it all. But most of all, in high school, we make life long friends... or do we?
Its been four years since I finished high school, I can honestly say that I have definitely made a few life long friends, some I even met from primary school. The purpose of this post is look into a bigger picture of letting go and moving on, and I'll be using my high school group or 'possie' as a metaphor.
Having a big group of friends is awesome, you look fearful and the sense of belonging is something not many get. To keep the group alive, there would be on the regular occasion a group get together. The first year or two was really good and fun, the momentum of catching up and seeing everyone again was ecstatic. But four year later and the spirit is kind of gone, and I think that it's totally fine. We are now young adults, we have a different pathway and they may not meet. We enjoy activities others may disagree with. We have individual beliefs values that we live by and others find difficult to understand. We are not in high school anymore, we are grown up and have our own life journey. When we have these catch ups, the group seems divided and the vibe is just uncomfortably awkward, this is due to past beefs, fragile friendships, personality clashes and ultimately a different way of life.
Personally, I think moving on and leaving behind a stage of our life is fine. Acknowledging and being thankful for the inevitable is all that can be done now. It's not forgetting because that is impossible, its about accepting that sometimes things wont always be the same. Time changes people and we just have to deal with it, just like the transition after high school.
Aminosity towards unknown
The other day, someone broke into my car by smashing my window. This made me furious because all my identity was gone, the thought of someone else knowing my details gave me a nightmare. Not only that but now I am left with the responsibility to get the window repaired. I was full of rage and felt like the world was against me. I wanted to do bad things and prayed that the thief had something terribly absurd happen to him/her/them. I hated the person who did this and I don’t even know the person.
After so much anger , I realised this behaviour was something I was against. I acted like Emily Thorne from Revenge. The anger was eating up my peace. I took out my anger to the people who are closet to me. I felt so angry at everything. I cried because I was annoyed. Within a week, this behaviour needed to stop. I reflected and knew I had to accept what had happen, and move on. I realised I was being a sook. Why was I making a scene over something I could repair? People are suffering from illnesses, dying of hunger, fighting to stay alive, and I’m over here crying over a stolen wallet.
Bad things will happen but we cannot let these bad things take away our happiness. Some people are raised up with no love, all they see around them are hate and how to survive on a daily basis. I need to not cry over a materialistic item and focus on the real humanity issue.
Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest—thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the under wood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.
Beau Taplin (via jinx—removing)
You are not a temple. You are a forest
