Weekend Diary

This is something I've adored from a blog named Love Audrey. It is essentially a quick recording of what happened over the weekend.

The reason I love it so much is because each dot point will bring back a memory. Even the little things like having a cup of tea or a small walk. In the midst of the working week, it often feels like the weekend was far away. In the same vain, if the weekend was filled to the brim with errands or tasks, it can feel like no weekend was had at all. I have done this a few times on paper and it has always helped me out things in perspective, and let me enjoy the now rather than regret the could-have-should-have-but-decided-to-not-gym-and-eat-that-extra-slice-of-cake. 

So this was my weekend. 

- woke feeling like I dreamt a lot but could not recall anything

- slowly getting ready for the day and putting on a new playsuit in my favourite colour (blue) 

- meeting up with the husband's beloved mother, aunt and uncle and complimenting said uncle's brand new shiny car. 

- taking back the Dyson for a service as it wasn't working up to scratch. 10 minutes later it is good to go. 

- having a poached eggs with spinach, avocado and pesto on sourdough for brunch. 

- purchasing some stools we had been eying for the island bench

- stocking up on plain and white tees as I always seem to lose them. 

- meeting up with friends to look at the shops 

- making last minute plans to go into the city to watch the Asia Cup final. 

- heading home and admiring the stools in the kitchen. 

- lazily watching an episode of The Originals. We are obsessed. 

- getting ready for the night 

- catching the train into the city and feeling ready for dinner. 

- having Thai with extra veggies 

- taking a long leisurely walk to the Star to watch the match 

- thinking the Star too full when we couldn't find chairs to enjoy the game. 

- after my feet hurting from a cut i sustained earlier in the week, and a growing headache, we decided to quickly head home to watch the second half. 

- walking past a bar on the water that was half empty with available seats in front of a very large screen showing the match. 

- not believing our luck and promptly sitting down with beer and cider in hand. 

- watching the crowd fill the bar only 10 minutes later. 

- cheering, screaming and yelling at the match for the next two hours of what was an exciting and nerve wracking game. Australia won! 

- admiring the Sydney 9pm fireworks right behind us, which conveniently went off at half time. 

- walking back to the station and chatting on the way home. 

- waking from yet another night full of dreams. 

- resisting the need to get up for as long as possible

- hurriedly getting dressed and heading to an electronics store to choose a brand new dishwasher 

- being very excited with our purchase. We both dislike doing the dishes. 

- feeling hungry but having a long to do list. 

- letting my husband go pick up the dishwasher with a larger car as I stayed home 

- overcoming obstacles with the installation but being successful. DIY is no longer daunting to us. 

- finally having lunch and relaxing 

- the husband headed off for a soccer game as I headed off to costco for a huge grocery run 

- feeling quite healthy as I put through my items, which were predominantly green. 

- catching the last of the husband's game

- heading to dinner at our favourite Chinese restaurant with my parents and brothers. 

- quickly popping in for a cup of tea at my mother in law's. 

- cleaning up the kitchen and admiring the dishwasher. It works great. 

- making green juices for the week ahead 

- watching another episode of The Originals

- heading to bed for the week ahead. 

Beginning

Ok. 

I have wanted to do a blog for a few years now. I have started a couple and then stopped because it never felt right. The name didn't feel right, what I was writing about didn't feel right. The same still applies with the name - I want it to feel like my diary, my little piece of the Internet. I may have to think about it a little more. 

But I have decided to bite the bullet and just write. I used to be a writer back in school. It was one of my favourite past times. It was a way to look into my subconscious and let the words flow. It aligned my thoughts and let myself think freely - if my thoughts were on paper, I wouldn't worry about forgetting them. 

That is the purpose of this blog. I am 22, turning 23 this year. A lot happened to me over the past few years, that changed the direction of my life onto a path I never imagined. I am married to the sweet guy I met when I was 14. We have a beautiful home together. I graduated university and have been successful in applying what I have learnt into a full time occupation. But all of this happened so fast, and I must say, quite young.

It seems that only a few short years ago I was a teenager in uni eating McDonalds for lunch after a mere 3 hours at university on a Tuesday. Wait, that was just a few years ago. A few years ago I was 19. Back then that felt so... ready. Like that was the age of adulthood. I was ready to take on the world and the world was going to take me on board. I was going to join the ranks of the successful, the ones with the nice cars and houses. And it was going to be glorious and fantastic and I am going to be so sophisticate and grown up with make up from a department store, not the drugstore. 

Yes, that has happened on the most part.  The foundation is not from the chemist, and my car is no longer 20 years old.  But what I didn't realise was that being an adult is full of responsibilities. There are bills to pay, a house to clean and dinners to cook. After a long day at work. On a Wednesday. Before the gym but after sorting the laundry. 

But of course, with a glass of red in hand and music playing. 

This blog is not going to be a complaint. It is going to be a documentary. My diary. My thoughts and recordings of the little tricks and tips I pick up as life marches on. On life, health, art, fashion, anything that catches my eye. I intend this to be a blog that records my particular brand of lifestyle, so that I materialise the memories.