P is for...

Wow, it sure has been a while, hasn't it!?! I suppose my life has been so chocker-block of late I'd not even noticed! :P
That's not to say I've had nothing to blog about, mind you...there's may a mental post I've made.. ahh, apologies apologies (:

Hrmm, well here's something I started tonight, seems blogworthy enough....

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Now playing: Hide and Seek -Imogen Heap

There’s no other way to put it. I am starting to miss you. And I daresay I am even struggling slightly to recall, in this newfound silence, how life was before I met you.




P is for Provisional Licence!

Friday, 5 May marked this epic occasion. I am proud to say, my second attempt at proving myself worthy for Queensland roads was a SUCCESS! With just ONE error!! (Was completely no fault of my own btw, I totes had right of way at this intersection, though driver marker Lisa said she’d mark it down so I would look out for it (: ) But yes, had a lesson right before this and as Mr Vo (of VoVo Driving -message me for his number, he’s super dooper teacher and awesome value), said, ‘Miriam, hope you don’t need to book another test aye, the wait at this test centre is very long...” Massive encouraging. Hahaha, but rightly so as I made pretty much every mistake possible in the hour lesson prior to the test. *Seriousface.* The fact that I passed, let alone with only one MINOR fault astounded and shocked us both! :D In hindsight, and on a positive note, I suppose this meant I got them all out of my system! Come test time, I tried and apparently, succeeded, to get my calm on and ‘in the zone’ mentality (apparently I wasn’t initially concentrating very well). I prayed and prayed. I knew I was ready already!


P is for Perspective

Ever since Dan’s diagnosis, it’s as if nothing matters anymore, as much. Second thoughts are second nature. Like whether something is worth getting upset over anymore. The smaller things become less and less trivial. L I F E  G O E S  O N. And when I do burst, I am left questioning my reaction -was it worth it?

By the same token, the meanings of everything have magnified ten fold. It seems I have become more... attuned to everything around me. I find empathy comes easier, almost naturally to me now. I’m more compassionate. My faith has skyrocketed. I’m so appreciative of just, the littlest things.


P is for Prayer

Definitely something I’m doing more frequently. Just little hello’s to God. Telling him how I’m doing, asking for some feedback, strength, grace and guidance. Everywhere. Anywhere. Anytime. Whenever I’m uncertain or afraid. Or just grateful and happy.


P is for Patience

I’m thinking I’ll need a lot of this to get through what is to come. I’ve never had the experience of watching such a close friend of mine go through cancer, and everything that goes with it. Sure, I’ve had friends of friends -Monica, Jeffwin- and an Uncle -Uncle Joel- but never...never someone I’ve had such a connection with. And now.. I think right now the word is helpless. I sort of feel..helpless. I want to be there for him, there to support him, there to help him through this. But it’s hard to be there for him when he’s not even there...you know? It’s a little bit frightening...It’s like his spark has gone out...but I know it’s just grown dim. Corn and cheesiness aside, I like to think this is true, and that it’ll only come back stronger and brighter, Lance Armstrong style :P. (: (:


P is for Perseverance

/Persistence. Cause that’s what he’s gotta keep doing. It’s what we gotta keep doing. Being. It’s gonna be undoubtedly difficult. Admittedly I’ve no idea what to expect. And I’m starting to realise how brave and a bit naive it was to think this was going to be easy breezy peasy. This is becoming a challenge. And my mind keeps wondering. If I’m finding it hard -me, who’s only come to know him in a few months...then what of those who’ve known him for years? Those who know him inside out. Who’ve been with him through thick and thin. I wonder how they’re coping. I wonder if I have a right to worry. Given I lack an in-depth history with him. Or should I even feel I should be allowed to be there for him, considering this. Everything. Who am I, in this, and where do I stand?

Hmmm, well this is me.
<3. Mizz.

Oh. And some pics.

need haircut! To chop or trim? Also I kinda sorta like how this photo turned out... :P

Bicycle Cake for the BBQ last Sat! NOMMMM. Made by yours truly ;D!