Finishing Line

She wants to finish what she started and to understand the pain of another person who has been hurt.

My life is my project.

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Visions of You

I can’t write in this state when my heart and soul is full of nostalgia. I dreamt you out of my 2 favourite animated movies.

Now you’re big as life, breathing, moving, living right before my eyes.

Everytime I see your face, I can’t believe my luck, but this is reality.

I am no longer sad, only carrying remnants of deep love that I have learned from the past.

Liebling, ich liebe dich.

That One Day

That one day, you decided to drink 2 chais, to load up on the work you have, and because of that you have pushed your emotions to the back of your head, to the deepest part of your heart, that only another big movement would be able to shake you

I type this trying to find that depth of emotion which I have chosen to push into my interiors, because I know I need to be strong to face head on what is to come in the next few days, hours & minutes

I am no longer scared as I know I am willing to take all it takes to make things work, the inner phoenix has risen. Now, what has taken over is a slight tinge of fear – fearing that I would become too self sufficient, and pushing away people in the process because they do not feel needed

For I must tell you, none of that is true. I need myself more than ever, she had been in never ending slumber until you shook her to her core.

S. Your kindness touched my wounded soul and mended it, and because of that I want to become stronger and protect you

Precious one.

Anxiety

Performance anxiety is real. It kicks you hard in the gut and makes you think that you might be screwing this one and only chance up – but that’s actually not true, your gut feeling, sometimes it’s not really that accurate because you don’t need to let your past experiences taint your perceptions on things – things can always be different.

So here I am, talking about anxiety like I have the accreditation to do so, but I know how it feels. I never thought I was an anxious person until I moved abroad. It’s so hard somedays trying to step out of your comfort zone – all that used to be on the internet and on the TV last time is now your reality, and you’re actually given a chance to go out there and live the life you want.

BBuutt then…

Ok stop there, breathe.

Fast pace? Too fast? Breathe, seriously meg, breathe

Omega 3

I know, there’s something always about health that we’re all ravin’ about and today I’m going to rave about Omega 3. I’ve been really foggy headed for the past few weeks after running out of Omega 3s and mind you, I just take one capsule a day because some days I feel it’s too much?

Until yesterday, it hit me that my brain fog has been because of a lack of nutrients – in which when you’re a college student who’s trying to save bills for yourself and to lighten your financial load, yeah you do that. So I popped by at Chemist Warehouse to get a big tube/bottle/(container) of it, pop the pills as how I would usually do – but this time I upped my game – actually following the given prescription, 1 every meal every day.

So far I have 3 popped, and honestly I really feel the effects kicking in. Man, why does it always have to be at the last, final leg then only I learn things about myself? Pisces, seriously though can’t you just channel your Aries? (Which is what I’m doing at the moment with Bonobo – yeah he’s Aries alright)

Needa to get my life around together boy. Sardines I’m coming for you, (I used to love them big time as a child, and I stopped getting them because I couldn’t get a good deal at bloody coles all the time).

Well final leg on Saturday, and 2 Saturdays after this, boyfriend will be going away for a conference while I look for a job to fulfill my PR project. C’mon now. Ending my 1st cycle. I know my 2nd cycle – work life will end, 3rd cycle – settle down and get married and kids.

Ha, I sound like i’m so sure of my life, but we will see how well can I keep my ground. Hey S, love you, hope you’re good, My sun and stars.