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Name: Amanda
Country: Australia
Birthday: 10/22/1982
Gender: Female
Interests: Read, write, watch movies, listen to music, spend time with my friends, organise parties, watch tv, body combat.
Occupation: Event Coordinator
Industry: Employment and Training
Message: message me
Member Since:
12/23/2000
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Things you may not have known about me...
A) Five jobs I have had in my life:
1) Event Coordinator
2) Adult shop retail assistant
3) Disability Carer
4) Pizza Hut Driver
5) Sales Coordinator
B) Four movies I would watch over and over again:
1. Love Actually
2. Kitchen Stories
3. Princess Diaries
4. In America
C. Four places I have lived:
1) Sydney, NSW
2) Brisbane, QLD
3) Maryborough, QLD
4) Sunshine Coast, QLD
D) Four TV shows I love to watch:
1) Greys Anatomy
2) Shoc Docs
3) Life and Grime New York
4) Oprah
E) Four places I've been on vacation:
1) Salt
2) Vanuatu
3) France
4) New Caledonia
F) Websites I visit daily:
1. Ebay.com.au
2. Xanga.com
3. Suncorp
4. AAPT
G) Four of my favorite foods:
1. Corned Beef
2. Steak
3. Chicken and mayo dish
4. Cookie Dough
H ) Four places I'd rather be right now:
1. In bed
2. Watching dvds
3. Swimming
4. Having a party/bbq
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| Hello everyone out there in xanga world.
I've got the urge to start my blog flowing again. I hope somebody notices!
Ok so a lot has happened since my last blog on October 19 last year. I moved to the coast for a new job a couple of days after my last entry and whilst I enjoyed my job I hated being on the coast because I missed everyone and everything about my life in Brisbane. Luckily before I went insane in June this year I was made redundant - one of those blessings in disguise. So within a day I was back in brisbane, within two weeks I had everything moved here and now I am working in a new job and within the last couple of weeks have moved in to a house with my long time friend and subject of unrequited love - who for the purpose of this blog will be called Mr O.
So my year has been all over the place and I'm still in arms about how I want my life to pan out and seem to be stuck in a rut - not because I don't know what I need to do to get out of it, I just don't have the energy and I am content to stay numb - for now.
I really want to go back to uni and finish my teaching degree but the thought of being a poor student again is enough to keep that at bay - at the same time I feel that if I don't go back to uni then I won't find the happiness i'm looking for by continuing to work in a souless (is that a word?) job.
So am i boring you yet?
My heart gets ripped out every day. I get so tired of it but I don't know how to change it or maybe i just don't want to - as before - i'm content to being numb to the pain and living life as if everything is as it should be. Why does the universe allow you to be madly in love with someone who can't return it?
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| Wow, it's been awhile since i've been here. Life has been happening I guess. It's amazing too see that over 1000 people have joined my blog ring! Crazy! Go you procrastinators! Talk soon, now that I have a following :) ha ha. | | |
| I can think of a million moments, a thousand memories and hundreds of people who have shaped my life and influenced who I am today and ultimately who I will become. I am always changing, always evolving and although it would be nice to reach the peak of my existence it is somewhat comforting that I still have room to improve, room to learn and room to become more. It’s nice to know that life as it is now isn’t it. I often think and perhaps I have spoken it on the odd occasion that the moment before I die I would like to know that if I lived any longer then I would still be who I am at that moment and know that I couldn’t evolve any more and I would never reach a moment where I looked back on who I was and thought ‘I’m glad I’m not like that now.’ I have progressed through so many stages of my life and many, although I don’t regret them, I cringe at myself. I often see pieces of myself in other people, pieces of not only who I am but also who I was and a part of myself hates them for that because I hated it in myself. | | |
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