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it’s been a while.

and I always say this… so much has happened since.

it’s crazy how the stars can align.

i never wanted to be that person who would write about how she was no longer single, but how it had all happened still makes me giggle, and I can’t help but share.

I had actually first met him on my third day coming to JCU. The student society had organized a field trip out to Crystal Creek and I spontaneously decided that I should try to socialize and make new friends. It was a wonderful day, but my friends and I were one of the last ones to get on the bus back home, and so we had to sit separately. I stumbled upon an empty seat about halfway down the bus- a blonde boy sits kind of awkwardly in the window seat. I prepare myself to make conversation with him as I sit down and recollect myself. And as I do, he starts putting on his headphones, and I’m like “Oh. Okay. I see how it is. Not even giving me a chance! Whatever” I ended up falling asleep on the ride home anyways.

Fast forward a little, and I notice him in one of my classes (At this point, I hadn’t put together that he was the boy on the bus who flat out ignored me). During one of our lab sessions where we were dissecting fish heads, I was playing “Hold On by RIVVRS” , and halfway through the song, he randomly walks up to my phone and Shazams it. His phone is right up mine, and he doesn’t even say anything until I’m like, “You like this?”, and he’s like “Yea!”. I reply “So you’re a fan of indie music?”, and he says “Oh, absolutely!”, and then walks off. WHAT? He didn’t even give me enough time to respond. Good grief. As he left I was like damn, he would have been nice to share music with..

It’s now April 1st. My roommate and I were pretty drunk at this point- a happy drunk and I had no idea where in the city I was. Apparently it was “The Office”, it was a neat club- not too crowded or rowdy. As I’m dancing it off, I notice someone familiar looking at me, and I quickly realize it’s that guy from class. After a song or two, he’s still kind of looking over, so me and my drunken self walks towards him and yells “Hey! What’s your name?” And he’s like “Louis!”. For the next half an hour or so, nothing crazy happens between us, no words are exchanged, he was just there. Eventually, he asked to buy me a drink, and I’m like sure! We continue dancing- his friends leave him, and I’m just having a blast around my roommate and her friends.

It’s almost 2am when my roommate and I decide to call it a night. Louis follows us, and we rock up to the bus stop, and while we’re walking he asks “Would you like to come home with me?” (In his head, he thought we had talked more before asking, hahahahah). I do a quick nervous laugh, and respond “I’m sorry, I’m not that kind of girl” (Till this day, I don’t know how I maintained such a nice response, but it was probably because I knew I would be seeing him in my class again, hahaha. What is also hilarious is that he had never said those words to a girl before. It was a very ‘un-Louis’ thing to do). I don’t remember what his response was, but he ends up asking for my number, and I’m like “Just add me on Facebook”. The bus comes, and we sit together, and talk about music. Before I get off, he’s like “Okay, what about dinner?”, I’m like “Yea sure! Bye!”

What a night.

The next morning, he messages me on Facebook, and we’re expressing our struggle of being hungover, and exchanging music to help get through the day. He’s persistent, and I realize he’s being way too friendly for someone I had just met. He was definitely keen. Hahaha, but I wasn’t really feeling his vibe- ESPECIALLY since he had asked me to come home with him the day I met him. I had the *fuck boy ALERT* going off in my head.

He still  kept at it though, and he asked me out on a coffee date which I hesitated but proceeded to go anyways- I did enjoy talking to him. I ended up having a really good time, chatting about movies, college, travelling, and family till the cafe closes, and we’re forced to leave. I ask if he wants to join me at the library to study a little, he agrees, and we keep each other company for the next hour.

At that point, I still wasn’t sure how I felt about him, but he was super sweet, and slowly redeeming his “come home with me” day.

We end up arranging a night out at the movies- I didn’t really see it as a date. I really enjoyed his company but I still didn’t know how I felt about him. When we had class together, we wouldn’t always sit next to each other, and when we did, he never made conversation! So, I was always confused at what his intentions really were (Now I know he was just super nervous to talk to me, hahahaha, this boy).

We saw Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2, Prometheus, and Wonder Woman together. He came over to my place for Prometheus and I also made him dinner because he was heading out that night to watch the finals for Frisbee with his college, he had invited me along but I wanted to stay in. Every time we were watching a movie together, he never made a move, but I did realize his subtle hand that shifted over my direction every now and then. How cute. After Guardians, I went back to his place shortly, met his other roommates, and went to Uni Club. His friends were so sweet, and when we bumped into one of his friends at Uni Club, she was like “omg, Louis has told me so much about you!”. Yikes. That was when I realized he definitely wanted something more out of this. He offered to walk me back, but I insisted I’ll be fine. When we went to go see Wonder Woman, his bike broke down on the way back, and so we had to walk an hour to get back home. Fate or not, that was when I started having stronger feelings for him. He walked back to my place first despite living on the other side- gave me a hug and called it a night.

As the semester was coming to an end, we started chatting more, and studying together close to finals. He had gone to Bali for a week, but we were snap chatting the whole time. As soon as exams were over, my friends and I had a big night out. And that’s when it all just happened. He came over to my friend’s house party, and was just the biggest social butterfly. He was getting the party going, and I gotta say, that was super attractive. I grabbed for his hand while dancing, and as we headed to the city he finally had the courage to reach out for my hand.

Then everything just fell into place.

It was such an incredible night of dancing.

He took me home, and I invited him inside. We stood there awkwardly in the kitchen, and I was getting super nervous because I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next. I give him a big hug, and he’s like, “I know we’re about to do a project together (we were taking an intensive class in the coming week), but heck, I need to ask you- Can I please kiss you?” I’m stunned, and in awe- what a gentleman. I reply: “Of course…but nothing else is going to happen, okay? I want to take things slow”. He respects my response, and reaches my face for a kiss.


(to be continued)

potato days

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i feel like a potato today. 

it’s true what they say… as you get older, the year goes by faster! haha. How is it already May?

So it’s currently 9:35pm on a Friday night, I had been invited to go to a house-warming pool party with some of my climbing friends but now I’m just curled up in bed- burrito-style, feeling like a potato. It’s been a super stressful week with the semester coming to the end. It’s been paper after paper, and I can finally breathe a little now.

I had originally planned on going out , a ‘treat yo’self’, celebrate a little kind of night, but I knew I just had to listen to my body. I just wanted to be in bed tonight. But despite how comfortable I feel right now, I can’t help but think how fun my friends are having right now: Should I have gone? You should be socializing! Make new friends- get out of your comfort zone! Sigh. I needed this though. A night alone, drowned in thoughts.

 

 

when nothing goes as planned

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It’s near the end of my reading week (lecture recess/mid-semester break/spring break – why are there so many different names?!), and let me just say it was nothing like I had originally planned. To put it short, it was probably one of the worst reading weeks ever.

Dear Cyclone Debbie, why did you have to come at possibly the worst week ever? I had two trips planned: One was with my fish course where we would be heading down to Orpheus Island, a beautiful place where we would be surveying fish for research. It was going to be wonderful. A three day trip where I’d be spending most of the time swimming in the water (in a remote area) with the company of many of my friends. It was also my birthday weekend so how perfect was that going to be! But of course, Debbie stirred up stronger than ever, and with just two days before the trip, we got notice that it had to cancelled. The whole island has been evacuated- this was getting pretty serious.

I’ve never been in any natural disaster before, and although I have heard about cyclones occurring here, I didn’t think it would actually happen. I remember one of the things I got in my orientation package was a “How to prepare for a cyclone” pamphlet. When I first saw it, I remember vividly going ‘AS IF!’, and threw it somewhere. Jokes on me now! The grocery stores were cleared almost instantly. All the bread, beans, water…gone! It was like there was some apocalypse happening. I got pretty excited and joined in on the fun by stocking up on canned food and filling up water bottles. My roommate and I spent a couple of days moving everything in our backyard inside, taping up windows, and preparing for the worst.  It was quite the experience to be honest! A day before the cyclone hits, word of ‘cyclone parties’ are tossed around. Apparently, it’s a thing here. My roommate and I pack our things to stay over at her friend’s house for the so-called ‘cyclone party’. The boys were so keen on the cyclone hitting, and we spent a majority of our time refreshing the updates on the cyclone. They even taped their microwave doors and car down as an exaggeration. Hilarious. Unfortunately, Debbie decided to veer south, and in the end, we got nothing but gorgeous sunsets which I cannot complain about. But with every gust of wind we would be like “THERE IT IS!”, and then nothing for the next 20 minutes. We didn’t even get rain… heck, we got more rain last week! Don’t get me wrong though,  I’m definitely thankful it didn’t hit us directly as it was intended to. It’s done a lot of damage down south and has flooded many areas, but a little excitement could have been nice. I was honestly disappointed, and even more disappointed by the fact that the trip to Orpheus Island could have probably worked out.

I had spent most of the reading week indoors. I was a potato. And if you know me, you know I hate staying indoors. I’m more tired than ever. Most of my friends that were still around were studying for their midterms coming the following week. Fair enough. I definitely could have gone somewhere, but flights were super expensive because of how last minute it was.

There was one thing left on the agenda though! I had planned to get my advanced diving, and was surprised to find out that it was still running despite the anti-climactic aftermath of Debbie. My friend and I woke up at 5am the following day, packed our bags to spend two nights over on Magnetic Island for the course. We were super excited and it was a beautiful day! Unfortunately, the visibility was the worst. I could barely see my friend who would be less than a meter away from me. We couldn’t see anything. It was far from the ideal conditions. But, we made the best of it, and worked on our buoyancy, navigation, and search and recovery skills. What we were looking forward to most anyways was the Yongala Wreck dive tomorrow- one of the top dives in the world. While my friend and I were resting up on our two dives, and talking about how tomorrow should be much better, our instructor comes around the corner: “I’ve got some bad news”.

And with that, we were told the boat out to Yongala was not running. So, the trip was cancelled, and we would have to reschedule for another weekend. I felt so defeated. Could this week get any worse? My friend and I prepped for two nights on the island, and now we could just head back home in a couple of hours if we wanted to. So to put in summary: My trip to Orpheus Island, and wreck dive got cancelled from a cyclone that never came.

But it doesn’t end here. I wrote this post because I wanted to say how sometimes the best things happen when nothing goes as planned. The best trips I’ve been to have been the most spontaneous ones. The best laughs have been from times I’d least expect. So with that to remind myself, my friend and I spent the rest of the day with open arms. We went back to the bay, and laid down in the cool shaded sand. We had a really nice conversation and ended up falling asleep at the same time. That nap was glorious. There was a nice breeze, the sand was so comfortable, and I felt so relaxed. I could have slept there all night if I had to. We then decided to do a short hike up to a small hill during sunset. We got lost a little, but made it to the top and what a view! It was another beautiful sunset. I can never get tired of sunsets! And despite getting bit a handful of times by those darn mosquitoes, the haze, and changing colors made it all worth it. When we marched back down, a bat flew down at us, and we grabbed each other, and yelled in perfect synchrony. It was hilarious. We wanted an adventure, so here it was, haha! We then biked back to the ferry port, and missed the track and so had to heave through the biggest slope. I didn’t think I was going to make it, and if that uphill was any longer, I probably would have rolled back down. Luckily there weren’t any cars behind us as well. We then went to the cutest family owned mexican restaurant in the middle of nowhere. We thought we were walking into someone’s backyard, but what a place it turned out to be! After the most satisfying burrito ever, we spent the next few hours chatting. It turned out out to be such a lovely night, and it wasn’t even over yet. We had another 12km cycle back home, and even though we could have left our bikes in the city and take the bus back, we wanted to end with a BANG. And so, we cycled through with the gentle breeze on our side. It was magnificent. At this point, I was exhausted, and the bike felt like it was going to give up on me. But at last, I made it home in a sweaty mess (the fully loaded backpack definitely didn’t help with the ride). I felt super pleased- what a day this had turn out to be!

So all in all, yes, reading week did suck mostly. But hey, I cycled for 30km, chased many sunsets, still managed to dive a little, ate a lot of food (priorities), watched a lot of movies, and did next to little school work. Sounds pretty great to me now!

the people you meet

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Not sure where this post will lead to, but lately I’ve been feeling so emotionally drained. I won’t go into depth into why, but feelings like these always seem to begin with the people you meet.

One of my roommates knocked on my door at 7:20am, and said goodbye- he’s moving on to his next medical placement, and will be travelling to Europe for part of the placement. How exciting! I didn’t know he was leaving so early, and had decided the night before that I wanted to give him a goodbye hug, haha (yes I think about every detail). But because I like half asleep, in shock, and in my PJs, I kind of just rolled up from bed, and was like ‘ What? Already? Okay… Bye!!- instantly regretting not getting up to give him a hug” You see, I wouldn’t say we were exactly close at all. But I definitely lucked out with the roommates. Every night he would be like “Goodnight fam!” I thought it was real cute. We started bonding more when I dragged them out to finally try rock climbing, and we had a great time. We had an extremely fancy dinner last night with the new roommate moving in to replace the boys leaving, and it was really nice. We placed all our phones in the middle- something he initiated, and just talked. And although I’ll be seeing him again in September when he comes back from placement, it sucks when you have to say goodbye to someone you just broke the ice with. I could have a whole other post with how I feel about goodbyes- something I have learned to hate and dread. And one of the only things I hate about travelling.

With the people you meet, you can honestly learn so much about yourself. You are inspired by others, and you are motivated to start doing things you have always wanted to. With the boys, I’ve been inspired to take up cycling now. I want to get a road bike and ride up those mountains every other morning (it’s now a goal by the end of my Masters… hahaha, let’s see how far I go with that).

I honestly don’t know where this post is going, but what I want to say is that I love meeting people. And when I meet someone that I instantly connect with, it feels like a shot of adrenaline. I want to know more about that person, I want to spend as much time with them, and I want to be a part of their life. But sometimes it doesn’t always work out that way. I guess you can say I can’t take things slow (haha). And more often than enough, I feel quite rejected when the other person doesn’t show that excitement. But I’ve been trying to get myself out of that head space- people are busy, people have other friends.

Don’t rush into it.

The time will come.

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(it also doesn’t help when you find that person attractive)

yikes

the transition

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March 2nd, 2017 —  (HOW IS IT MARCH ALREADY?)

Today is officially the two week mark of my time here in Townsville. Three if we’re counting the days in Canberra. Honestly, it feels like I’ve been here for so much longer. Maybe it’s because I’ve always felt at home here in Australia, it never feels like I’ve left. That being said, the first few days here in Townsville was rough. And I mean it. As much as Australia is home to me, this was by far the hardest transition. The five days I had spent in Canberra was wonderful. I got to stay with my amazing cousin (she cooks the best meals and makes sure I have enough wine and champagne every night),  and met up with old friends. Oh how much I’ve missed Canberra. Canberra is such a gem- everyone had told me it was going to a boring little government city (perhaps a close comparison to Ottawa, haha), but honestly it is a beautiful city with some incredible people. It’s filled with parks, great food, and fantastic weather. Seeing my friends again that I had met last July was just perfect. We picked up right where we left off- climbing mountains, eating, talking for hours, having a picnic, sharing silly stories, and laughing at the most ridiculous things. I couldn’t have been happier and I didn’t want to leave.

I knew leaving for Townsville was going to be hard. Sure, I’ve traveled to places where I knew nobody, but it was different this time. I’m going to be living here for a year and a half, and meeting so many new faces. What if I don’t make any friends? What if everyone already has their own groups since I missed all of O-week? What if nobody likes me? What if my roommates are crazy? What am I doing?? Did I make the right choice? Can I stay in Canberra longer? Can I just travel for life?

Fortunately, I was lucky to have my new roommate pick me up from the airport, and felt that maybe this was going to work out. Now don’t get me wrong, my roommates are lovely and I feel so incredibly lucky to have such chill, friendly roommates. (I’m going to refer to them as the boys now) The boys are in their final year of med school, and are more than a head taller than me. They’re absolutely hilarious, and love to stay active. To put it short, they work hard, eat healthy, exercise daily on the weekdays, and let loose on the weekend. When I first arrived, they had already invited some friends over and would be heading out to a nearby bar. I reluctantly decided to join- I was tired, and still feeling down about leaving Canberra. But I wanted to make a good first impression , so I tried to be social… but I couldn’t. When their friends came over, I couldn’t make conversation, it’s like I had forgotten how to talk. Everyone always sees me as this social butterfly, but when you’re placed in a situation where everyone else knows each other, I’m the most timid person ever. I start to get anxious and overwhelmed. I start to feel really uncomfortable and start to question what I’m even doing.

When we get to the bar, I feel even more uncomfortable. Everyone here knew each other, and I didn’t know anyone except my roommates who were catching up with all their friends. I stepped outside, and called my friend back in Canberra for some encouragement. It hasn’t even been a day in Townsville and I’ve already fallen apart. Yikes. Am I ever going to make any friends?  After some wise words from my friend, I walked back into the bar with my chin up and told the boys I’ll be heading back home first. I needed the rest.

I spent the next day alone, I needed to recollect my thoughts, I needed to wallow. I tell myself it’s going to get better.. I know it will.

And it did. 

I met some incredible people the next day at an outing to a nearby swimming hole, and couldn’t wait to get to know these people more. They were all studying marine biology as well- turns out, basically everyone here studies marine biology haha, go figure.

The days keep getting better and better, and I can’t wait to see what’s next in store for me! I’m loving my classes so far (it’s so different when you actually take classes you are interested in), I’m taking on every opportunity I get, I’m biking to school, I’m slowly getting use to this high humidity weather (ugh), I’m swimming more, I’m rock climbing outdoors again, I’m more relaxed, and perhaps most importantly, feeling like myself again!

why I can’t get over my fear of spiders

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Friend X:
“You’re going to Australia?? You know there are mo-“

Me:
“Yes I know, there are more things that will kill you than anywhere else in the world”

Friend X:
“Yea, so why would you ever want to live in a place where spiders in every dark corner can kill you, where the top ten poisonous snakes in the world live, where the taipan, a snake that carries venom 50 times more deadly than that of the cobra can kill (according to dailymail, one bite can kill 100 adult men and 250 000 mice within 45 minutes),  or where box jellyfishes or the less commonly known Irukandji, a name that literally means “impending doom” and is the size of your thumbnail and is transparent


But I’m not here to go on about all the different creatures that can kill you in Australia, trust me, my friends have tagged me in enough buzzfeed posts and Australian news. What I want to talk about today is why I can’t get over my fear of spiders.

I’m going to break it down into three main reasons

1. If you’re scared, I’m scared too

I’ve never always been afraid of spiders. I blame my family friend who passed his fear of spiders onto me. As a kid, I’ve always looked up to him and so when I saw how terrified he was of spiders, it made me realize how scary spiders truly were. Hence his screams, became my screams as well.

2. Overall physical appearance and movement , i.e. You’re Just Not Cute

I’ve tried so, so hard to find a way to see spiders in a new light. Trying to find the cuteness I see in dogs, in spiders as well. But Nope. Why are they so hairy, why do you have EIGHT GLOSSY EYES, why do you crawl in an unpredictable manner, WHERE DO YOU COME FROM? WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MANY LEGS? Why do you produce silk that I don’t ever try to walk into but do anyways?

3. Movies don’t like you too

  • Aragog in Harry Potter, you have an eighteen-foot leg span, how can I ignore that
  • Shelob in Lord of the Rings- You feast on your own children, you almost killed Frodo, you’re large and immense and just hella ugly (sorry).

So why this rant? There was a daddy longlegs in my room last night, and I was just going to let it go, but it started dangling and dancing along in its web, and I just couldn’t ignore it. And so, I killed it. My punishment? A nightmare of a huntsman spider (which I know aren’t really that toxic) crawling towards me on my bed. I woke up instantly and began to think if I’ll ever get over this fear. Conclusion: Nope.

For the last two times I was in Australia, I’ve been very lucky with spider encounters. My “out of sight, out of mind / ignorance is bliss” was very effective. But it had just hit me that I was going to be living up in the tropics this time- where all things deadly live, where these deadly creatures are much more common.

And now, I panic.
What am I ever going to do?