Head over heels

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Life is funny. Things happen when you least expect it. For me, I fell head over heels in love when I least expected to do so.

Around early July, I was done with dating and guys. I told a few friends about that after being set up on a date and then having him contact me fo a second, then cancelling and well, not contacting later. It didn’t bother me all that much because I was uncertain about how I felt after the first date anyway. But you know, it was just another thing in the dating game that did my head in. And I thought with uni coming up, I was going to be busy anyway, so it was probably for the best that I gave dating a break.

And then I met JK.

Well, I randomly met him a couple of times through some Meetup groups and while I thought he was cute and a really sweet guy, I didn’t for a moment think he’d be interested in me. But turns out he was. And it’s now almost two months since we have been together.

Dating JK has been so different from every other guy I’ve dated. There are no mixed messages. There is no stress about whether I should call or text. Or whether I will hear from him or not. There are no games. We’ve been open and straightforward from the start. We talk every day. And see each other most weekends. He makes me laugh. He brings a smile to my face with extremely sweet text messages. He surprises me. For our first official date, he planned it all and took me to the theatre. All I knew was we were going to the theatre. The rest of it was a surprise — the actual play, the theatre, the dinner. We share a lot in common — a love for writing, a love for books, a love for the outdoors, for animals, for healthy living. When I was sick a few weeks ago, he brought me chicken soup for dinner and looked after me. I have never been  looked after since leaving home at 21.

He wears his heart on his sleeve and I am so glad he took the risk to ask me out. It is just very comfortable. We just click. And it feels oh-so-right.

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While I know it’s only been a couple of months, I can’t deny that I’m head over heels in love. In fact, my friend A said that JK is good for me as I’m not as anxious and ‘crazy’ as I used to be. :) As I write this, I am counting down the minutes to a weekend away together. A weekend of hopefully good weather to enjoy the outdoors and all that the beautiful place he has chosen has to offer.

I’ll see you on Monday!

***Linking with Grace for FYBF***

photo credit: Isabel Bloedwater via photopin cc

Until next time,

Cheers!!!


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Five in Five: Worth Casing Awards

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Last week, the lovely Zita nominated me as a blogger worth casing for Ms Mystery Case’s Worth Casing Awards. I have to answer the five in five questions posed by Ms Mystery Case and then nominate 5 bloggers I think are worth casing.

1. How long have you been blogging and why did you start?

I started blogging back in 2006 on Windows Live as a means to keep my family and friends updated on my life in Australia. By 2007 though, I moved over to Blogger using a pseudonym ‘Psych Babbler’ and blogging under ‘Over Cups of Coffee’. The blog continued to be a personal one but I interacted a lot more with the community from 2008. In 2012, I migrated to self-hosted wordpress blog and finally, in June this year, I realised I needed a change. I felt like I had outgrown Over Cups of Coffee and Living my Imperfect Life was born. I also ditched Psych Babbler for part of my real name. I wasn’t able to really find a niche and figured my niche would be life itself thereby allowing me to keep this blog personal and talk about pretty much anything and everything I want to talk about.

2. If your wardrobe could talk what would it say about you and tell us about your favourite or most worn item?

Hmm…my wardrobe would probably say I have way too many clothes. More than what I need. Having said that, I make it a point to wear most of my clothes. Well, the work ones anyway. I own a whole lot of dresses and skirts and funnily enough, in the last 18 months, have not worn trousers to work {I still wear my jeans on weekends or shorts in the warm weather!}. Favourite is hard to pick given that I love a lot of my dresses and my skirts and tops. I do love bright colours and red, orange and yellow tend to be my favourites. But in the end, I have way too many black dresses! I guess you could always follow me on Instagram to check out some of the outfit photos I put up.

3. What’s your idea of the perfect date night?

I’m not too fussy about the ‘perfect’ night. I have loved surprises — which have been very few I must admit! But generally, anything that involves either an activity or a great movie or play along with some good food is great. I do love a walk along the beach or any coastal walk. In the end, what makes a perfect date night for me is the perfect date.

4. What’s on your Worth Casing list?

Now where do I start with this? I’ll keep it short. On my worth casing list are (a) Several hikes I want to explore (b) Books I want to read (c) Books about writing and becoming a writer (d) Magazines I’d love to write for (e) Literary magazines I can submit creative works to. Yes, apparently writing features a lot on my worth casing list at the moment.

5. If you had a theme song what would it be and why?

There are two songs that would be my theme songs: Moment in the sun by The Living End and Dive In by Darius. Moment in the sun is kinda like the story of my life while Dive In is how I am living my life {Taking chances because well, in the end you can only sink or swim…so baby just dive in!}

It’s now my turn to nominate 5 bloggers I think are worth casing.

Melissa from Hugzilla {I love how she makes me laugh and is so amazing when it comes to gender issues!}

Pinky Ponker from The adventures of Pinky Poinker {She’s another one who makes you laugh out loud}

Rah from Rahest {From one cat-lady to another…}

Miss RBit from Legally Alien {My soul sister}

Chantell from Miss Understood {She’s so beautiful and so brave}

There are several more bloggers I love but I’m sure there are others who will surely pass on that love. If not, I will add you guys later. ;)

***Linking up with Jess for IBOT and of course, Ms Mystery Case for Worth Casing Blog Awards***

Until next time,

Cheers!!!


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Benefits of small boobs

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I have small boobs. Tiny ones. An A-cup. In the smallest size. When I was a teenager, I had a C-cup. And then I lost weight at 20 for the first time and went down to an A-cup. When I put on weight later, I could fit into both A and B-cups {Does anyone know their true size?!} But with the more recent weight loss, there is no doubt that I’m an A cup in the smallest size you can get. {Why are the boobs the first place you lose weight?!}

I remember my sister initially making fun of my boob-loss. And I was sore about it for a long, long time. But in the last few years, with me being older and wiser, I’ve have realised some benefits to these teeny tiny boobs of mine.

1. No bounce: Small boobs mean that I don’t have to worry about getting the right sports bra when I run or work out. There really isn’t much left to bounce! They may move. Ever so slightly. To the point where if you blink, you might miss it.

2. Not far to sag: I realised that as I age and my boobs naturally head south, there won’t be far to go. Basically, with small boobs it is unlikely to have boobs reaching your waist. Now if that isn’t a bonus, I don’t know what is!

3. Bra-less bonus: If I ever forget to do my laundry and run out of bras, I can still get away by going bra-less {provided I’m wearing a jacket of sorts}. Of course, I probably couldn’t run but it’s still something. Especially if I needed to be somewhere urgently.

4. Button-down shirts: I never realised this bonus until a friend of mine told me how hard it was to shop for shirts with buttons on the front if you had big boobs. I have never had to think twice because there are no gaps whatsoever when you are practically flat-chested. Yay for small boobs!

5. No back pain: Well, at least no boob-related back pain. I’ve heard that women with big boobs can experience back pain due to them. That’s not a problem for us flat-chested ladies. If we have back pain, it’s entirely for other reasons. Like bending over awkwardly or something.

So there you go. If you have been looking at your A-cups and thinking of going under the knife to make them bigger, I’d advise you to think again. After all, there are some great things about small boobs. {To all my bigger boob readers, there was no offence intended in this post. I’m just trying to make us small boob women feel better! We are usually envious of you.}

Do you have small boobs? What other benefits would you like to share? 

Or if you have big boobs, can you let me know some other downsides? You know, just to make me feel better about my non-existent ones!

***Linking with Emily and Vanessa for Laugh Link and Alicia for Open Slather***

Until next time,

Cheers!!!


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30 Letter Series: Dear Crush

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 Dear Crush,

I have been following you for the last 18 months or so. Some say I’m obsessed. Others just think I’m nuts. But I, I am in awe of you. Do I love you? Maybe not. Am I infatuated? Yes. Every time I have crossed your path — four in the last 18 months — I have yearned for you to notice me. But alas, those moments continue to be the ones I dream of. I guess it’s a shame that you’ll never know of my obsession infatuation admiration for you. There was a time when I was constantly dreaming about you. Wondering what I would say if I did catch your eye. But once again, those conversations remained in my head.

I love the way you sing and think that your dorky dance moves is the cutest thing ever. Your smile is pretty darn cute and I love how tall and lanky you are. {Yes, I have a thing for tall and lanky/athletic guys}. I could listen to you for hours without getting bored. Well, in a way, I did. For hours, weeks, months and a year. I have only recently moved on from listening to you every single day. I see you at work in front of my most days and like to occasionally procrastinate by staring at you. You proved to be a bit hazardous particularly last year.

However now, dear crush, I have had to move on in my life as I finally figured you will never notice me. *sob* Of course, the fact that you have been a in long-term relationship since goodness knows when was something that was a no-go zone for me. But hey, a girl was allowed to dream.

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So Kenny, if you read this, please know that I had a massive crush on you! I still do. But I’m going to have to move on! ;)

Regards,

Sanch

***Linking with Nibha for the 30 Letter Series***

Until next time,

Cheers!!!


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R U OK Day and connecting with the world

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This past week we have had World Suicide Prevention Day on the 10th of September and R U OK Day on the 11th of September. It’s interesting that the theme for this year’s Suicide Prevention day is One world connected. Because in a way, that’s what R U Ok day is about. It’s about reminding us to connect with our friends, family, loved ones, colleagues, and even strangers by asking them if they are ok. And taking the time to help them out and listen. I initially wanted to post on both days but life got in the way and I felt like I wasn’t doing justice to the posts. And then I figured, why should the message go out on just one day? Why can’t I spread the message about suicide prevention and mental health awareness even after the supposed days. Because the message is still just as important.

It’s ironic that while today we are connected more than ever thanks to social media and the Internet, there is still a lack of meaningful connections in this world. How many of us genuinely spend time listening to someone when we ask them how they are doing? And how many of us respond honestly to that question anyway?

We continue to have a wall in front of us. Continue to wear masks. Continue to fear taking risks in case we get hurt due to the stigma.

But we need to start somewhere. I’m not saying stigma doesn’t exist. Oh it does. And I fight that stigma on most days by trying to educate parents, teachers, clients, other professionals, friends. I try to fight against the myths associated with suicide and mental health. I don’t know if I make a difference but I try.

So what can you do to truly connect with someone?

Be open: Listen with an open mind and an open heart. People talk when they know you are genuinely listening. I have previously talked about how to listen.

Offer to help: When someone is struggling with mental health, offer to help in ways you can. If you are not the best in listening, be honest about it and help out in other ways. Is there something in their life that’s stressful? See if you help with that.

Don’t be afraid to ask if they are thinking of suicide: Don’t worry, you will not be putting ideas into their head. I cannot stress this enough. Find out if they have a plan or if it’s just vague ideas. Take them to the hospital emergency department if they have a plan or if they have means to carry it out.

Remember, suicide is not a cowardly act: Sure, when a loved one successfully commits suicide, we get angry {along with the sadness and pain}. But if you know they have plans or thoughts before any act, it is important to remember they are not cowards for thinking that way. It’s just that they are so depressed and hopeless they truly cannot see another way out of the pain. Once you know that, you are more likely to be empathic and connect with them.

Recognise the early signs: Notice if their behaviour has changed significantly. Are they more withdrawn? Do they sleep a lot? Has their appetite and weight changed drastically? Have they lost interest in things they used to previously love? These are all signs of depression. It’s important to take action early and get help as soon as possible.

Be aware. And let’s all truly connect.

So I’m asking you now: R U OK? 

Do tell me…

Until next time,

Cheers!!!


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You know you are the second born child

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Following from last week’s post on being a first-born, I thought it was only fair to talk about being a second born child. Or a younger child. So here’s how you know you are the second born child:

The hand-me-down: Almost every thing you owned was a hand-me-down. Clothes? Your sister wore them first {Awkward sometimes if you are a boy}. Your pram? Your brother had it first. Your toys? Older siblings got there first.

The comparison factor: Being the younger one, you probably got used to the ‘Why can’t you be more like [insert older sibling's name]?’ God forbid your older sibling was smarter or prettier or funnier than you. Then you probably got told ‘Your sister did so well in her HSC. What happened to you?’ or ‘How did you turn out to be so fat when your brother is so skinny?’ It’s probably worse if you ended up in the same school {which I’m sure my sister was thankful we were not!}

The not-so-first time: By the time you come along, your parents have pretty much seen it all. Your older sibling made history when they took their first step, smiled their first smile, threw up the first time or said ‘mama’ for the first time. When you do it, your parents have been there, done that.

The over-it parents: The other thing that your parents are over is taking photos. With the first born child, they probably took photos of the first poo, the first wee, the first spoonful of crap baby food. But with you, there are random sporadic photos. And you probably didn’t exist between your first birthday and your eighth when you started complaining about no photos of yourself!

The servant: You probably got bossed around a lot by your older sibling. Fetch me a glass of water. Can you bring my books from the room? Tell mum I’m coming home late. Until perhaps, you got physically bigger than them or were just able to stand up for yourself.

The crying wolf: As the second born, you generally had your age to your advantage. If your sibling threatened to hurt you physically in any way, all you had to do was cry out loud and every adult within a 10 km radius would come to your rescue as you were the little one. Thereby, letting the first born cop the blame.

So what do you reckon? Have I missed anything? I am looking at this through the eyes of a first born so chances are, I’ve missed something.

Are you a second born child?

What other things did you have to put up with?

Do share!

***Linking with Emily and Vanessa for Laugh Link and Alicia for Open Slather***

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Until next time,

Cheers!!!


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