Bridging Fantasy & Reality

Today, I woke up with a happy feeling at the pit of my stomach. Even though it was an hour later than the time I planned to wake up, thanks to the start of day light savings. It was reminiscent of the feeling I used to have everytime I woke up on a Saturday morning back when I was twelve years old and my mom, my sister and I used to get dressed and spend almost the entire day out. Window shopping, and eating at fast food outlets. Miss doing that.

But today that feeling returned. It was almost as if I woke up with this big goofy smile plastered on my face. I feel like everything has fallen into place. The stuff I wish would happen are actually happening the exact way I want it to.

And although some of my friends seem to be at the wrong place at this very moment, and need me to be there, I genuinely am happy to be there for them. I don't feel burdened one bit.

I seriously haven't a clue as to how things will pan out next week or tomorrow or perhaps in the next few hours. All I know is, at this very moment, I am happy. I've worked my way to the middle of the happy maze and somewhat got entagled within the chokes of joy.

Spreading the love! Hope ur days are blessed with bliss too!

ps : i'm trying to come up with a new name for my blog. Priceless crap sounds so lame now. Crap IS priceless! What was I thinking? Ne suggestions??

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ZOMG!

how serious is this thing, really??!??

Dimi always gets by with denial..

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The math test came and went and I wasn't exactly surprised as to how unprepared I was for it. But I guess it was a huge reality check for me. Coz If I keep taking things lightly, as I am doing now, this feeling's gonna stick. And that's something that I cannot handle. Sometimes I wish uni wasn't just a vicious cycle of cramming, regurgitating and discarding. There's no thrills to actually enjoying the stuff you learn anymore. Sigh.

I have seemingly developed a love hate affiliation for my laptop. I love it coz it's there, it connects me to the world in so many different ways that reality isn't able to. And I suppose I hate it for similar reasons. It has probably been the biggest distraction for me thus far. I'm still working at weaning myself off the habit of always logging on to facebook or chatting with someone online. It's gotten to be so empowering, that everytime I feel I need to do some serious study I force myself to go to the dingiest corner of the uni library. If I spent every minute of facebooking/blog surfing/msn chatting on my work, I would be Einstein.

Very busy weeks coming up ahead of me. I have an economics essay and a psych report + essay due real soon. Math assignment. Online tests. Running for communications officer on the UMSA committee but since there're five of us and only two positions up for grabs, I mightn't get it. I have one more weekend of VS training left and apparently this time we'll be training at the Marae and learning how to sing a Maori song. LOL. Attending a breast cancer walk at the domain the following weekend. And I assume prep for exams will follow closely.

Time just flashes by and refuses to stop. It's already the end of September! Hardly believable.

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less than 24 hours to my math test and I'm still procrastinating. My will power got lost somewhere between cross products and piecewise functions! pfft....

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Today was such a good day. Actually, I've been having more of my fair share of good days lately. But who's counting or complaining? The weather was bright and sunny, albeit windy at moments. But that's just Auckland for you I suppose. The city of sails.

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Random shots from the ski trip I went on at Whakapapa on Mt Ruapehu. Fun Fun. More pictures are uploaded on facebook...

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You know how I was yip yappeding away about how I needed something more meaningful to serenade my already super packed lifestyle? Weellllll, my wish came true early this week. I checked my uni webmail, which I rarely ever do coz everything's up on Cecil aneeeway, and nestled within the gargantuan amount of recycled e mails was a delightful surprise. Vicitm Support!



There. Yes. This was the exact organisation that rejected me a couple of weeks prior to this week after discovering I didn't have a car to drive myself around in the city. In a delightful twist of events, they suddenly did require my voluntary services in the form of receiving and making calls. So I eagerly booked an interview for Joanna and myself and we were off to see Apple (our interviewer) early thursday morning. Walked in circles before finally reaching Auckland Central Police Station. Anyhow, the interview went well after tiny glitches involving referees and the fact that I was an international student, but we were given nods of approval in no time. Hehe.

This weekend must have been the most stressssful one yet. We were required to attend training sessions from 9 am to 4 pm in a police training centre at Mairangi Bay which is situated on the North Shore. A fifteen minute car ride away from the confines of the city which was rather refreshing minus the bouts of unexpected car sickness inflicted upon us. I wasn't too keen spending my weekend cooped up away and listening to someone go on and on about something I had to know but perhaps could do without? In case you don't already know me, I value my freedom. And by value, I mean anyone coming in the way of it is an immediate antagonist in the memoirs of Dimi. A book that I plan to write when I hit the appropriate age to write a memoir.

Getting back on track, the training session was nothing like I expected it to be. There was a large amount of group work which was highly invigorating. And even the talks were enlightening. I think coming into this whole volunteer thing, I took it much too lightly. This is serious stuff! Victim support volunteers work with the Auckland police force. They deal with victims who have undergone REAL trauma. Not the type that gets you freaking out when you spot a zit on your forehead or a cockroach seeking refuge in one of your sneakers. These victims have undergone abuse and burglaries and deaths. And we have the priviledge of talking to them and providing them with the support they need and when they need it. The entire thing only hit me when I was sitting there, listening to the experiences of the VS coordinators and the police officers who had years and years of experience.

That's when I realized that they weren't priviledged to have me, it was rather me who was priviledged to be there! Such egocentrism tends to take over you when you're volunteering. What I sometimes fail to realize is how much this has the potential to teach me and help me in my future career. An added benefit is I got to meet so many different people. And mind you, not uni students alone. There were ofcourse psych students doing stage two and three papers who provided me with great insight of what was to come. But, there was an equally large amount of married women, working mums, retirees and career people. Such a diverse group we were.... I had great fun. We're required to attend these sessions every fortnightly for the next 6 weeks. Which means I have to give up both days of my weekends for two more weeks. But right now, I don't think I really mind. Finally feel like I have a purpose, apart from getting my degrees of course...

I'm sure that many of you might fail to see the logic in this. I mean, c'mon, giving up weekends, putting myself in dangerous situations, not getting paiiiddd!!! I only have two words. My gain! I am so excited to really get started! And we even met someone there who volunteered to drive us to and from the venue for training sessions! How awesome is that? The Law of Attraction. After months of searching, the opportunity finally fell on my lap. I am happeeee.

Let's now divert our attention to she who is not a to be volunteer.


The real me has been popping pills for the past week. The terrible influenza has got me within it's grasp. Stuffy nose. Clogged ears. Nasally conversations. The whole deal.


My troath took a terrible beating as well. But not without some gain. I now have the sexiest voice ever as widely broadcasted on facebook. Yep. If I could, I would trade in my original voice for this one. But I've stuffed a peg on my nose. And I am kicking it's ass. And crossing my fingers that it will go away by Tuesday coz Tuesday is SKiiiiiiiiiiIIIIng day!

I can't believe I am still squeezing in a holiday despite all the work I have to get done. Did not start on ANYTHING this week coz I was much too busy catching up on sleep. Why is it we only regret when time passes us by and do nothing when we have loads of it?



As far as soy milk addiction is going, I am losing the battle. Three boxes in the past three days.

And two more, soon to be gone, in my fridge. I am folding. It's amazing how these seemingly innocent cartons have the power to overcome my will to move on.

Tomorrow is a busy day.

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