Thursday, December 15, 2005

They should take more care

I love my Audi therefore she gets a good bath every month @ $32 a wash & vacuum and my recent employment position I think my little baby should be happy.

I always go to the same car wash and relax with my book and the free coffee (well, included coffee). I jumped into my car after she had a wash and what happened? The rear view mirror wasn't there! Of course I approached the staff to make it known, I was asked if it was like that when I came in. WHAT! I drive around like that and prey on others to take responsibility and make payment - I don't think so! So, after another complementary coffee and the on duty manager making many calls to find a mechanic open at 5.30pm on a Saturday afternoon I still don't have a rear view mirror.

I must say it is extremely inconvenient driving without a rear view mirror (No I'm not one of those girls who applies their makeup at the lights utilising my mirror). 4 days and I'm going crazy and getting it fixed this afternoon. I have experienced more difficult driving arrangements eg. No clutch. No air conditioning. A piston not working. Blocked fuel line therefore having to rev the car to hell. The list goes on... Thankfully these weren't my cars ;-)

I feel like I can't escape

I'm working at Double Bay for the time being, on contract/temp role - how very convenient it is, the office I have been on contract with for the last 9 months working Saturday and Sunday on one of their projects has their receptionist and sales secretary has gone on holiday for 6 weeks, could it better timing? This role will see me over the Christmas / New Year period and give me the flexibility to attend job interviews. YAY!

Well, I've been here 1 week.

I've already dated 1 of the boys here in April this year.

I went out for lunch on Tuesday and I see a man I dated in '99, and experienced that long I recognise you stare and we both move along without any further exchanges of acknowledgment. OK. I did have the 1 date with him, coffee, a few days later I walk past him on the street. I honestly didn't see him! He then popped into my office at the time as accused me of being a snob! Oops....

Yesterday I'm happily walking to buy my afternoon chocolate when I see my last boyfriends mother. She gives me 1 of the biggest loving hugs, tells me she is going to visit my ex-boyfriends sister's new office. She said I should come as S would love to see me, she puts her arm around me and almost kidnapped me to S's office. I'm welcomed by a huge hug and kiss. Wow this family is so beautiful. S's office is literally 6 doors down from my temporarily adopted office.

What will next week hold?

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

A small bite to eat and a much needed drink

I met J. & her friend J. at Mu Shu at Bondi Beach. What a great little treasure this place is. They have "beds" instead of tables at the front where we are obligated to remove our shoes and lazy about eating great nibbles from the bar menu and sipping on cocktails. I didn't have much of an appetite therefore the deep fried sticky egg and a dirty martini was right up my alley - I had forgotten how hard it was to drink a martini :-o

I couldn't go through with it...

After many appointments to try and establish what this damn lump is, it was my ultra-sound deep core biopsy appointment yesterday.... It sounds horrible. I was there with my mum to hold my hand - I freaked! I starting crying hysterically. My breathing was faster than I've ever known. I started seeing little white dots before me. I couldn't go through with it.

The technician sent me up to see "the specialist". He had been notified of my anxiety attack. When I walked in the good doctor pointed to me and instructed me to SIT! I felt like a 6 year old who has just disappointed her teacher. My fear of needles has been prevalent since I can remember kicking my doctor when he was going a tetanus shot when I was knee high to a grasshopper. I now have nightmares so similar to Mia Wallace in Pulp Fiction.

We discussed my options:
1. Go back and try again (no)
2. Wait until January and have it removed (yes)

I will go under the knife in January and basically skip the biopsy step, I will be knocked out and not have to see the needle and another bonus in this process I will save $280.

My mother told me "now I have something else to worry about, I'll probably have a heart attack, you have to do it". On the way home my mother didn't talk to me.

The silence was deafening...

Monday, December 12, 2005

Dinner, Dinner, Dancing and Drinks

On Thursday night I took my dad out to dinner at Peacock Gardens in Crows Nest, in my humble opinion the best Chinese restaurant in Sydney. We ate till our belly's were full of great pinot noir and seafood. I bumped into an old buddy of mine whom I haven't seen for a year or so and jumped back into each others life as if we hadn't skipped a beat of course the topic of conversation consisted of the hype of Australia making it into the world cup! As soon as N left the table Dad and G asked if he had "a friend".

Friday night was J's birthday dinner. G works at Chez Rene it was magnificent! I had for entree Escargots a I'Ail (snails served with champagne garlic butter sauce), main: Filet de Buffle au Vin Rouge (Buffalo fillet, served medium-rare with a French mushroom sauce) for dessert we shared: Vacherin Glace (Three layers of homemade icecream on a meringue base) - My mouth is watering thinking about it....

After dinner we went to join S's celebrations! He finally graduated from Uni! Congratulations! We were dancing to ol' 70's & 80's classics (I usually enjoy this tunes after many alcoholic beverages, but I was designated driver).

Saturday morning I was up bright and early to watch the World Cup 2006 draw. So exciting! 178 days to go!

I then met L and her mum for day number 2 wedding dress shopping. L had been flicking through numerous wedding magazines and always been drawn to a specific designer. She slid the dress on and was dancing around the store - happiest I've ever seen her... L put the 50% deposit on the dress right there and then! We discussed the dress for the next hour over brunch at 5 ways. I'm so unbelievably happy for L.

Saturday night was at Cargo Bar for drinks. V's birthday celebrations. V and her friends are so beautiful I so enjoyed spending time with un-pretentious girls and guys with plenty of pink faux champers flowing (no one was asked to leave this weekend).

Friday, December 09, 2005

Two Words... Tom Ford

Tom Ford

Unfortunately he quit the runway early last year, Tom Ford showed up a lot in 2005. The former creative director at Gucci and Yves Saint Laurent launched a sunglasses collection, sexed up Estée Lauder, took a high-profile guest editor gig for Vanity Fair's Hollywood issue, and announced plans for a menswear line.

But the place we saw the most of Ford was the November issue of W, where he appeared in a 19-page photo spread. Nude.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Single life has its ups and DOWNS

I've been single now for 11 months. There has been very few instances I have missed having a significant other in my life.

1. When I visited the Archibald exhibition at the art gallery followed by a walk through the Botanical gardens (very similar feelings to Pissarro visit)

2. Aranka & Mikal's wedding in Czech Republic. I'm realistic enough to realise I was at a wedding, love was in the air but not for me, I was also the only person unable to speak more than a dozen words in Czech.

3. Yesterday. I had an appointment with a "specialist" to prod at my body (again) to investigate this damn lump I recently found. I really wanted someone, a man, a man I love and loves me to be holding my hand.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Inspiratioal things to learn about others

Ten Things I Have Learned - Part of AIGA Talk in London
November 22, 2001

1. YOU CAN ONLY WORK FOR PEOPLE THAT YOU LIKE
This is a curious rule and it took me a long time to learn because in fact at the beginning of my practice I felt the opposite. Professionalism required that you didn’t particularly like the people that you worked for or at least maintained an arms length relationship to them, which meant that I never had lunch with a client or saw them socially. Then some years ago I realised that the opposite was true. I discovered that all the work I had done that was meaningful and significant came out of an affectionate relationship with a client. And I am not talking about professionalism; I am talking about affection. I am talking about a client and you sharing some common ground. That in fact your view of life is someway congruent with the client, otherwise it is a bitter and hopeless struggle.

2. IF YOU HAVE A CHOICE NEVER HAVE A JOB
One night I was sitting in my car outside Columbia University where my wife Shirley was studying Anthropology. While I was waiting I was listening to the radio and heard an interviewer ask ‘Now that you have reached 75 have you any advice for our audience about how to prepare for your old age?’ An irritated voice said ‘Why is everyone asking me about old age these days?’ I recognised the voice as John Cage. I am sure that many of you know who he was – the composer and philosopher who influenced people like Jasper Johns and Merce Cunningham as well as the music world in general. I knew him slightly and admired his contribution to our times. ‘You know, I do know how to prepare for old age’ he said. ‘Never have a job, because if you have a job someday someone will take it away from you and then you will be unprepared for your old age. For me, it has always been the same every since the age of 12. I wake up in the morning and I try to figure out how am I going to put bread on the table today? It is the same at 75, I wake up every morning and I think how am I going to put bread on the table today? I am exceedingly well prepared for my old age’ he said.

3. SOME PEOPLE ARE TOXIC AVOID THEM
This is a subtext of number one. There was in the sixties a man named Fritz Perls who was a gestalt therapist. Gestalt therapy derives from art history, it proposes you must understand the ‘whole’ before you can understand the details. What you have to look at is the entire culture, the entire family and community and so on. Perls proposed that in all relationships people could be either toxic or nourishing towards one another. It is not necessarily true that the same person will be toxic or nourishing in every relationship, but the combination of any two people in a relationship produces toxic or nourishing consequences. And the important thing that I can tell you is that there is a test to determine whether someone is toxic or nourishing in your relationship with them. Here is the test: You have spent some time with this person, either you have a drink or go for dinner or you go to a ball game. It doesn’t matter very much but at the end of that time you observe whether you are more energised or less energised. Whether you are tired or whether you are exhilarated. If you are more tired then you have been poisoned. If you have more energy you have been nourished. The test is almost infallible and I suggest that you use it for the rest of your life.

4. PROFESSIONALISM IS NOT ENOUGH or THE GOOD IS THE ENEMY OF THE GREAT
Early in my career I wanted to be professional, that was my complete aspiration in my early life because professionals seemed to know everything - not to mention they got paid for it. Later I discovered after working for a while that professionalism itself was a limitation. After all, what professionalism means in most cases is diminishing risks. So if you want to get your car fixed you go to a mechanic who knows how to deal with transmission problems in the same way each time. I suppose if you needed brain surgery you wouldn’t want the doctor to fool around and invent a new way of connecting your nerve endings. Please do it in the way that has worked in the past.

Unfortunately in our field, in the so-called creative – I hate that word because it is misused so often. I also hate the fact that it is used as a noun. Can you imagine calling someone a creative? Anyhow, when you are doing something in a recurring way to diminish risk or doing it in the same way as you have done it before, it is clear why professionalism is not enough. After all, what is required in our field, more than anything else, is the continuous transgression. Professionalism does not allow for that because transgression has to encompass the possibility of failure and if you are professional your instinct is not to fail, it is to repeat success. So professionalism as a lifetime aspiration is a limited goal.

5. LESS IS NOT NECESSARILY MORE
Being a child of modernism I have heard this mantra all my life. Less is more. One morning upon awakening I realised that it was total nonsense, it is an absurd proposition and also fairly meaningless. But it sounds great because it contains within it a paradox that is resistant to understanding. But it simply does not obtain when you think about the visual of the history of the world. If you look at a Persian rug, you cannot say that less is more because you realise that every part of that rug, every change of colour, every shift in form is absolutely essential for its aesthetic success. You cannot prove to me that a solid blue rug is in any way superior. That also goes for the work of Gaudi, Persian miniatures, art nouveau and everything else. However, I have an alternative to the proposition that I believe is more appropriate. ‘Just enough is more.’

6. STYLE IS NOT TO BE TRUSTED
I think this idea first occurred to me when I was looking at a marvellous etching of a bull by Picasso. It was an illustration for a story by Balzac called The Hidden Masterpiece. I am sure that you all know it. It is a bull that is expressed in 12 different styles going from very naturalistic version of a bull to an absolutely reductive single line abstraction and everything else along the way. What is clear just from looking at this single print is that style is irrelevant. In every one of these cases, from extreme abstraction to acute naturalism they are extraordinary regardless of the style. It’s absurd to be loyal to a style. It does not deserve your loyalty. I must say that for old design professionals it is a problem because the field is driven by economic consideration more than anything else. Style change is usually linked to economic factors, as all of you know who have read Marx. Also fatigue occurs when people see too much of the same thing too often. So every ten years or so there is a stylistic shift and things are made to look different. Typefaces go in and out of style and the visual system shifts a little bit. If you are around for a long time as a designer, you have an essential problem of what to do. I mean, after all, you have developed a vocabulary, a form that is your own. It is one of the ways that you distinguish yourself from your peers, and establish your identity in the field. How you maintain your own belief system and preferences becomes a real balancing act. The question of whether you pursue change or whether you maintain your own distinct form becomes difficult. We have all seen the work of illustrious practitioners that suddenly look old-fashioned or, more precisely, belonging to another moment in time. And there are sad stories such as the one about Cassandre, arguably the greatest graphic designer of the twentieth century, who couldn’t make a living at the end of his life and committed suicide.
But the point is that anybody who is in this for the long haul has to decide how to respond to change in the zeitgeist. What is it that people now expect that they formerly didn’t want? And how to respond to that desire in a way that doesn’t change your sense of integrity and purpose.

7. HOW YOU LIVE CHANGES YOUR BRAIN
The brain is the most responsive organ of the body. Actually it is the organ that is most susceptible to change and regeneration of all the organs in the body. I have a friend named Gerald Edelman who was a great scholar of brain studies and he says that the analogy of the brain to a computer is pathetic. The brain is actually more like an overgrown garden that is constantly growing and throwing off seeds, regenerating and so on. And he believes that the brain is susceptible, in a way that we are not fully conscious of, to almost every experience of our life and every encounter we have. I was fascinated by a story in a newspaper a few years ago about the search for perfect pitch. A group of scientists decided that they were going to find out why certain people have perfect pitch. You know certain people hear a note precisely and are able to replicate it at exactly the right pitch. Some people have relevant pitch; perfect pitch is rare even among musicians. The scientists discovered – I don’t know how - that among people with perfect pitch the brain was different. Certain lobes of the brain had undergone some change or deformation that was always present with those who had perfect pitch. This was interesting enough in itself. But then they discovered something even more fascinating. If you took a bunch of kids and taught them to play the violin at the age of 4 or 5 after a couple of years some of them developed perfect pitch, and in all of those cases their brain structure had changed. Well what could that mean for the rest of us? We tend to believe that the mind affects the body and the body affects the mind, although we do not generally believe that everything we do affects the brain. I am convinced that if someone was to yell at me from across the street my brain could be affected and my life might changed. That is why your mother always said, ‘Don’t hang out with those bad kids.’ Mama was right. Thought changes our life and our behaviour. I also believe that drawing works in the same way. I am a great advocate of drawing, not in order to become an illustrator, but because I believe drawing changes the brain in the same way as the search to create the right note changes the brain of a violinist. Drawing also makes you attentive. It makes you pay attention to what you are looking at, which is not so easy.

8. DOUBT IS BETTER THAN CERTAINTY
Everyone always talks about confidence in believing what you do. I remember once going to a class in yoga where the teacher said that, spirituality speaking, if you believed that you had achieved enlightenment you have merely arrived at your limitation. I think that is also true in a practical sense. Deeply held beliefs of any kind prevent you from being open to experience, which is why I find all firmly held ideological positions questionable. It makes me nervous when someone believes too deeply or too much. I think that being sceptical and questioning all deeply held beliefs is essential. Of course we must know the difference between scepticism and cynicism because cynicism is as much a restriction of one’s openness to the world as passionate belief is. They are sort of twins. And then in a very real way, solving any problem is more important than being right. There is a significant sense of self-righteousness in both the art and design world. Perhaps it begins at school. Art school often begins with the Ayn Rand model of the single personality resisting the ideas of the surrounding culture. The theory of the avant garde is that as an individual you can transform the world, which is true up to a point. One of the signs of a damaged ego is absolute certainty.
Schools encourage the idea of not compromising and defending your work at all costs. Well, the issue at work is usually all about the nature of compromise. You just have to know what to compromise. Blind pursuit of your own ends which excludes the possibility that others may be right does not allow for the fact that in design we are always dealing with a triad – the client, the audience and you.

Ideally, making everyone win through acts of accommodation is desirable. But self-righteousness is often the enemy. Self-righteousness and narcissism generally come out of some sort of childhood trauma, which we do not have to go into. It is a consistently difficult thing in human affairs. Some years ago I read a most remarkable thing about love, that also applies to the nature of co-existing with others. It was a quotation from Iris Murdoch in her obituary. It read ‘ Love is the extremely difficult realisation that something other than oneself is real.’ Isn’t that fantastic! The best insight on the subject of love that one can imagine.

9. ON AGING
Last year someone gave me a charming book by Roger Rosenblatt called ‘Ageing Gracefully’ I got it on my birthday. I did not appreciate the title at the time but it contains a series of rules for ageing gracefully. The first rule is the best. Rule number one is that ‘it doesn’t matter.’ ‘It doesn’t matter that what you think. Follow this rule and it will add decades to your life. It does not matter if you are late or early, if you are here or there, if you said it or didn’t say it, if you are clever or if you were stupid. If you were having a bad hair day or a no hair day or if your boss looks at you cockeyed or your boyfriend or girlfriend looks at you cockeyed, if you are cockeyed. If you don’t get that promotion or prize or house or if you do – it doesn’t matter.’ Wisdom at last. Then I heard a marvellous joke that seemed related to rule number 10. A butcher was opening his market one morning and as he did a rabbit popped his head through the door. The butcher was surprised when the rabbit inquired ‘Got any cabbage?’ The butcher said ‘This is a meat market – we sell meat, not vegetables.’ The rabbit hopped off. The next day the butcher is opening the shop and sure enough the rabbit pops his head round and says ‘You got any cabbage?’ The butcher now irritated says ‘Listen you little rodent I told you yesterday we sell meat, we do not sell vegetables and the next time you come here I am going to grab you by the throat and nail those floppy ears to the floor.’ The rabbit disappeared hastily and nothing happened for a week. Then one morning the rabbit popped his head around the corner and said ‘Got any nails?’ The butcher said ‘No.’ The rabbit said ‘Ok. Got any cabbage?’

10. TELL THE TRUTH
The rabbit joke is relevant because it occurred to me that looking for a cabbage in a butcher’s shop might be like looking for ethics in the design field. It may not be the most obvious place to find either. It’s interesting to observe that in the new AIGA’s code of ethics there is a significant amount of useful information about appropriate behaviour towards clients and other designers, but not a word about a designer’s relationship to the public. We expect a butcher to sell us eatable meat and that he doesn’t misrepresent his wares. I remember reading that during the Stalin years in Russia that everything labelled veal was actually chicken. I can’t imagine what everything labelled chicken was. We can accept certain kinds of misrepresentation, such as fudging about the amount of fat in his hamburger but once a butcher knowingly sells us spoiled meat we go elsewhere. As a designer, do we have less responsibility to our public than a butcher? Everyone interested in licensing our field might note that the reason licensing has been invented is to protect the public not designers or clients. ‘Do no harm’ is an admonition to doctors concerning their relationship to their patients, not to their fellow practitioners or the drug companies. If we were licensed, telling the truth might become more central to what we do.

Don't put me in a box

I had a "long weekend". It's was fantastic! Varied excursions on my to do list.

I knew I have a working contract commencing the following week therefore able to relax and enjoy the time off work. I spent most of my free time while unemployed or more preferable "between jobs" watching consecutive episodes of Sex and the City, 3 seasons down another 3 to go - cheap and cheerful.

Friday I was up bright and early. I needed to send out some thank you emails for all those wonderful people who attended my and J's birthday party on the weekend. I sent out individual thank you's. Yes, I chose to do individual emails just to show my true appreciation, not enough people go to any effort to send out a simple "thanks for being part of the night".

Next on my to do list for the day was the Pissarro exhibition. I love the art gallery. Pissarro is one of my top 5 favourite artist's, I feel consumed with emotions when I admire the impressionists - "my heart rage a thousand emotions" Art. Life. Love... While I'm at the gallery my thoughts include wishing I had someone to share this experience with, on the other hand I love doing it alone, looking at the pieces getting my thoughts lost in a time so very different to today and not have to compare notes with another "would you like this painting in our house?" or questions alike (a past love used to ask these questions - he wasn't an art lover, bless him for trying).

That night saw me out and about with A. and H., 3 bottles of pink faux champers at Cargo Bar! Ahh... What a night, H was politely asked to leave the venue due to intoxication (there's a theme here, last week A. this week Hayley maybe next week it will be my turn - lets hope not).

Jamiroquai concert on Saturday night at centennial Park, I'm so spoilt to have such a beautiful park at my door step. The Cat in the Hat was absolutely fantastic! The back up bands were great fun. Sensational night except the 45 minute wait for the toilet and unable to find J afterwards therefore we both enjoyed the concert in different locations dancing away in the midst of over 25,000 of strangers!

Sunday afternoon a paid homage to my past and went to the autosalon It was compulsory for me to attend a few years back. Hasn't changed at all, same faces, same cars... I did see the best friend of Dom and after a very brief chat he gave me enough information not to worry about seeing him in the flesh considering what happened last time...

I was asked on Monday what I did on the weekend and I was on the receiving end of a strange look... Is it really that hard to believe a girl can love art, obsessed by sex and the city as well as admire super modified cars?

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

The Party

I thank all for coming on Saturday night! As we all know this is the silly season with many Christmas parties, engagements, weddings and birthday parties. The night was absolutely fantastic! So happy with our choice of venue. Opera Bar was beautiful - shame about the rain.

Hits:

- The best invitation in history
- All the best people came
- The faux champers never stopped flowing
- Birthday kiss for the birthday girl - satisfied
- H's little green dress - looking damn hot, everyone should have one & of course J's "naked dress"
- J, R, G & C AKA the muscley guys came out for a feel of the Opera Bar
- Laughing hysterically with R (but, I don't remember the content of what was so humorous)
- Dancing the night away with A
- Old friends are often the best...
- Worlds colliding and numbers being exchanged
- The numerous day after phone calls of all those close and dear to me gushing over all my other near and dear friends
- Finally an opportunity to wear my BCBG dress as seen on Sarah Michelle Gellar:

Misses:

- Anti-biotics and alcohol do not mix!
- The rain
- A getting her high heel stuck in the big tiles being misconstrued as intoxicated, consequently being asked to leave the venue
- I remember saying "where did *insert name* go?" a little too frequently
- The nibbles never arrived
- J went MIA after the Opera Bar

Friday, November 25, 2005

Thanks giving dinner

I'm an Aussie through and through however I was invited to a thanks giving dinner. It was a wonderful evening full of wine, champagne and a lot of Turkey (must click on this one - what a laugh) blue cheese potatoe bake hmmmm... and lots of other tasty delights. Great American hospitality. I was looking forward to trying Turdukin - unfortunately I'll have to wait another year.

My girlfriend was ready to leave at 10pm. I was having such a great time talking to new people, all very intelligent (the house was unbelievably beautiful). I decided to stay.

My best memory of the evening is being serenaded by a man quoting poetry. There are some wonderful men out there, it just takes a while to meet them (and hopefully the next one will be single).

Monday, November 21, 2005

Retrenched - twice in one year

Yes, it's possible - retrenched again! My week has been consumed with meaningless job interviews with recruitment consultants who all have the same opinion of me... "I'll be bored in 3 weeks if they place in any of the positions they have available at the moment" I think they should let me decided. Well, I more than likely would be bored -I've been there done that so to speak.

WORE: Black Donna Karen pencil skirt, Black Ralph Lauren 3/4 sleeve basic top under a STUNNING Carla Zampatti beige jacket, my favorite highest of high heels I purchased in Dubai and Gio Franco Ferre black bag.

The much anticipated interview for commercial real estate, a position that actually sounded interesting on paper - the principle was wearing a white suit with an orange shirt with a string of ostensibly fake pearls. I couldn't work for someone with such a drastic fashion faux pas! Besides the fact it sounded like she wanted an accountant more than an agent. I felt like yelling "read my CV!"

I went over the big bad bridge to my next interview. The guy was nice enough, the board room was dressed with "inspirational pictures" (I HATE that shite) I emerged 2 hours later thinking I have it in the bag! 20K less than what I was previously earning, but wait, its with a great commission structure, with my knowledge they will be throwing money at me (yea, I know what I'm doing).

WORE: Black David Lawrence knee length skirt, Black light knit from Max Mara, Barbara Bui 4" high heels and Gio Franco Ferre black bag.

The next week I go back to meet the team. I walk in 5 women, 1 man (I've never worked with women before in my life) They are all in pastels/florals sporting the traditional "North Shore attire" I walk in wearing black courture - I knew I wouldn't fit in as soon as I saw the collars turned up. A review of some questions: "When you cook, do you follow a recipe or make it up as you go along?" My response "I've never followed a recipe before in my life"" Why do you ask?" She couldn't answer me... Oops. Question of note no. 2 "What is the difference between your like business personality and like your personal ahh, personal like personality?" I furrowed my brow - structure your sentence you IDIOT! She also did that little I want to be so cute tongue poke out at the end of her sentence thing *shudder* I said "It's the same" I don't think she liked that. I didn't get the job. Apparently the guy was wrapped with me, but the girls didn't think I would fit in - No shit!

Points of culture for the office
Commitment
You will be committed to the Vision, Mission, Goals and Rules and SUCCESS of "company" its current and future team, and its clients at all times. You will always recommend products and services of "company" prior to going outside the company.
Ownership
Accept that you as an individual are truly responsible for your actions and outcomes and own everything that takes place in your work and your life.
Integrity
- You will only ever make agreements you are willing and intend to keep.
- You will always speak the truth. What you promise is what you deliver.
Excellence
Good enough isn't. You will always deliver products and services of exceptional quality that add value to all involved for the long term.
Communication
- You will always speak positively of your team members, your clients and "company" in both public and private.
- You will speak with good purpose using empowering and positive conversation.
- You will never use or listen to profanity, sarcasm or gossip. I'm out right here
- You will acknowledge what is being said as true for the speaker at that moment.
- You will take responsibility for responses to your communication.
- You will greet and farewell people using their name.
- You will always apologise for any upsets first ... and then look for a solution.
- You will only ever discuss concerns in private with the person involved.
Success
- You will focus your attention on the successful outcome of whatever you are doing.
- You will have a willingness to win and allow others to win ... win/win.
- You will display pride, prosperity, competence and personal confidence.
Education
- You will always be willing to learn from your mistakes.
- You will always be striving to learn, grow and master so you can help your fellow team members and clients learn, grow and master too.
- You will act as an educator to allow your clients to make their own intelligent decisions about their future remembering that it is their future.
- You will impart practical, useable knowledge rather than just theory.
- You will always be willing to learn from your mistakes.
Team Work
- You will be willing to do whatever it takes to stay together and achieve team goals.
- You will focus on co-operation and always come to a resolution, not a compromise.
- You'll be flexible in your work, able to change if what you're doing's not working.
- You will ask for help when you need it and be compassionate to others who ask you.
- You will be willing to do whatever it takes to stay together and achieve team goals.
Balance
You will have a balanced approach to life remembering that your spiritual, social, physical and family aspects are just as important as your financial and intellectual.
Fun
You view life as a journey to be enjoyed and appreciated and will help to create an atmosphere of fun and happiness so all around you enjoy it as well.
Systems
- You will always look to the system for a solution. If a problem arises you will look for a system correction before you look for a people correction.
- You will look for a system solution in your innovation rather than a people solution.
- You will follow the system exactly until a new system is introduced.You will suggest system improvements at your first opportunity.
Consistency
You will be consistent in your actions so that your customers can feel comfortable dealing with you at all times.

You know what I say about this?

FUCK OFF you fucking CUNTS!

Friday, November 18, 2005

Happy Birthday to me

Your Birthdate: November 18

You are a cohesive force - able to bring many people together for a common cause.
You tend to excel in work situations, but you also facilitate a lot of social gatherings too.
Beyond being a good leader, you are good at inspiring others.
You also keep your powerful emotions in check - you know when to emote and when to repress.

Your strength: Emotional maturity beyond your years

Your weakness: Wearing yourself down with too many responsibilities

Your power color: Crimson red

Your power symbol: Snowflake

Your power month: September

My birthday month

Your Birth Month is November

Tolerant and inspirational, you are wise beyond your years.
You are universally sympathetic and a great humanitarian.

Your soul reflects: Compassion, friendship, and secret love

Your gemstone: Citrine

Your flower: Chrysanthemum

Your colors: Dark blue, red, and yellow

Monday, November 14, 2005

The weekend

Friday afterwork was to be a coffee with my last boyfriend. The doffus had a minor operation and thought it better to postpone as he didn't want me laughing at him with a huge patch over his cheek and ear - would I do that?

I went to dinner at Bar Italia with MFL Instead. Yes, I ma aware the irony. So is MFL Wonderful dinner, seafood pasta for $12! Bargain! Gelato to follow, takes me back to Italy especially Venice where I had a gelato a day, I was consumed by the beauty *dreams*.

Afterward meet J. For a drink at Clovelly Hotel , The Cloey lacked a bit of personality, a bottle of red and home it was.

Saturday night saw me at my Aunty's 60th B'day party. What a HOOT! I was at least 30 years their junior. Went to Cine at The Entertainment Quarter. My aunt and I polished off a bottle of red.

After the dinner went to a friends house where more alcohol was served. All the boys were waiting for the rugby to commence all the girls were sitting on the balcony reminiscing the ol' school days...

Sunday saw me up at 7.00am (yew) had to be done, watched Australia v Uruguay - so sad. Come on boys win for us on Wednesday night!

After work on Sunday I did it - I did the walk. Sculpture By The Sea So beautiful. What more can I ask for. Art on the iconic backdrop of Bondi, Tamarama and Bronte Beach. Groups of people playing petanque at Bronte, half naked guys and girls walking along the cliff tops. The fresh salt breeze through my hair... Highly recommend!

Sunday, November 13, 2005

What next...? Unbelievable titles!


Friday, November 11, 2005

My Wishful Fashion Desire

Lately I've been talking about fashion, opera, my obsession with the lifestyle of the 1950's. Especially after watching the over the top chick flick The Notebook (I'm too cynical for this movie) The fashion... Ohhh the fashion.

A month or so ago I went to the Opera and saw thongs, for I was wearing Gianni Versace black skirt with Versace Couture top, gold Rudolph Menidiur shoes, antique green stoned chocker necklace. Where my dream was to wear some of these outfits or live in a time when I could step out looking like this and be the perfect woman...






The closest occasions we have in today's society is Spring Carnival, ahhh Melbourne Cup. Unfortunately weddings are not bringing out the best fashions these days. What ever happened to a "sense of occasion"

Here's to bringing back ladylike fashions!

Thursday, November 10, 2005

More!

I have this beautiful Balenciaga Bag in Red.

Purchased in Dubai earlier this year, well I didn't buy it, my dad did, doesn't quite fit into my budget. Now that I have one I want another - in black, or green, or silver... All?

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Places I've been and want to visit - LAKE GEORGE NEW YORK STATE

I WANT TO VISIT

Lake George New York State is one of the most beautiful areas in the States (So i've been lead to believe) My dear cousin is living here, she has sent me some beautiful pictures, I'm so tempted to pack my bags and join her.

From Aranka:
Fall is here just beatiful. All trees are colored differently. It is about 4 hours north from New York city. Lake George is very small village, which actually lives just during season. Now is nobody here. Everything is closed. So if you need to go to buy food or go to cinema, must drive 10 min to the next city. Which is not bad. It is getting cold around here. We got first snow two weeks ago. It lassed just through the night. Now is freezing about 3 bellow zero.




"Lake George is without comparison, the most beautiful water I ever saw; formed by a contour of mountains into a basin... finely interspersed with islands, its water limpid as crystal, and the mountain sides covered with rich groves... down to the water-edge: here and there precipices of rock to checker the scene and save it from monotony."

-- Thomas Jefferson, May 31, 1791

Sure! That will be nice. I look forward to it..

*slap* *slap*

Why do I say it? How did I come to say it?

I drove home of Sunday afternoon from work, of course I live approximately 3 minutes away from my last boyfriends home. Where he lives is one street parallel to my most convenient route home, inevitably we will drive past each other one time or another.

I see his car, half smile - little coy and throw my hand up in acknowledgment. I think this behaviour is fantastic, respectful of each others presence on the road.

What happens yesterday. He calls. Obviously seeing me on Sunday has stayed on his mind. Little chit chat about the more mundane points in both of our lives. Then he mentions my birthday is only a couple weeks away - so convenient he brings this up as his birthday in Thursday (yes, we are only 8 days apart). So our conversation moves along to birthday celebrations etc. Then he asks if I would like to catch up for coffee on Friday. What do I say "Sure! That would be nice. I look forward to it"

Why?

I've committed to coffee under similar circumstances ...

A lovely night with a new friend

We pinkie swore we would be friends forever.

Such a sweetie... 1.5litre bottle of merlot, pizza, garlic bread, chocolate and good company.

We snuggled on the lounge watching telly well trying to watch telly, talking too much. This is of course one of my ultimate favourite nights in.

Comments to remember:

"I've never been able to talk to anyone the way I talk to you"
(yep, I do remember the movie line from "someone like you")

"You will be the last woman I'll ever have in my arms before I get married"
(sounds bad, we were just curled up on the lounge together)

He called me beautiful, I almost cried - WTF is wrong with me? I should take the complement and run with it!

Monday, November 07, 2005

The Best Event in Sydney

I went to Sculpture By The Sea last year. I must say it is one of the most ultimate wonderful experiences I've ever had in this fair city I call home. It's on every November along the Bronte to Bondi Beach walk.

Added to my "To Do List" for one evening this week.

3 parties in one night

It's that time of year, birthday parties, Christmas parties, BBQ's to celebrate the beautiful weather, cocktail parties just because we can...

3 Birthday parties to attend in 1 night.

There goes my promise of consecutive alcohol free days! I did however last 3 days ;-)

Wore: Cavalli leopard print, black skirt, my most comfortable 3.5" heeled shoes. All dressed up, make up done perfectly, hair blow dried straight. I looked a 10/10 for the night (the best "I" can look in my opinion)

I was running late due to the above, oops.

The Paddington party at Fringe Bar, it was going to be a brief appearance, I noted the time and just let the cab go past.. Thought to myself I would be able to catch up later that night.

I meet V & J at Cargo Bar for the boys birthday celebrations. Cargo as per usual full of young men all wearing the "uniform" jeans, collared shirt, with collar up turned and sneakers. Great conversation with the nice birthday boys friends.

After a couple of hours and a couple of drinks we venture down to Bungalow 8 (the other b'day party for the night).

We arrived at Bungalow 8 after the convenient walk of 200 meters. It was hard to get a minute with the birthday boy to at least say "Happy Birthday!" A few drinks and not much conversation with other guests, us girls all decided "back to Cargo".

The vibe had changed. The tables and chairs had been removed, the alcohol was taking over with the whom I thought were nice boys... At 11.30pm the girls were thinking to call it a night.

Not me, I went back to Bungalow 8 a few glasses of faux champers and chatted a couple of interesting people, 1 arrogant asshole - I'm so impressed with myself, he made one sexist comment, and I, not having the best of best nights retort by raising my eyebrows and saying "On that note, I'm bidding you goodbye".

We didn't stop there, ended up at Q Bar! I haven't been to Q Bar since I was 19. Hasn't changed. Still sleazy, probably the same people frequent.

At this stage I had come to the realisation I had to let go of what I can only describe as my school girl crush - what better way to do it than spend the latter part (early hours of the morning) making out with 1 of the boys!

Over the crush? See previous post...

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm

Am I upset? Maybe. Am I depressed? No.

I feel emotionless. Numb.

I've been working 7 days a week for the last 10 weeks. 1 day off, a public holiday that I spent trying to get over a hang over and entertain family in 30 degree heat.

I really thought I was getting on track, my not so new Monday - Friday job I've been in for just over 4 months I'm finally finding my feet (finance industry, no experience or qualifications in finance), I have a consistent Saturday/Sunday working contract, paying off my car is only 1 paycheque away, looking for a new home to buy - aiming for a January/February purchase, a couple of cute boys that I would like to get to know a little better.

All falling apart. Recently I found out I may be facing my second redundancy of the year, therefore possible job searching again, I can't continue looking for a unit (previous statement), boy I was interested in, not interested in me (see post about my weekend). To make matters worse I decided to jump on the scales last night, I'm 60.5kg! I've never looked like this. My clothes are getting tighter, my baggy jeans have become my "skinny" jeans!

I'm going to be very selfish for the next few weeks, well up until my birthday at least.

Saturday, November 05, 2005

What next...? A socio-economical comment

Unbelievable! I just found out yesterday people can now pay rent using credit cards! AND there is a rewards program! This suprise's me immensely. Our current state of the economy - the consumer debit of the good ol'd counrty I call home. Australia has by far the most overvalued houses in the Western world, with prices 52% higher than justified by rental values. What does this have in stall for us? The price of housing relative to incomes is 50 per cent higher in Australia than in other countries as mentioned in a recent article. I foresee so many problems with consumers living beyond their means "the average household debt had skyrocketed as a proportion of household disposable income from 49% of income in 1990-91, the debt ratio trebled to 143% in 2004" *SMH article. The major component of this rise in household debt has been the even greater increase in borrowing for housing the new phenomenon of credit card reward points and frequent flyer points. In terms of practicality with my chosen career I don't even want to think about the predominance of professional tenants that will be on the rise. No wonder why I don't care to go back to residential property management!

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

October 2005

I will always remember October 2005 as the month I substituted: food, gym, sex, friendships and men for alcohol.


It stops now!

The Melbourne Cup

There is nothing better than getting all dolled up for the beautiful Spring weather! My morning is busy doing my hair, putting on the right make up to complement my Black & Whites for the day.

Wore: Year 10 formal dress (I still fit into it- YAY) Marc Jacobs black & white shoes, Blumarine black & white handbag, BIG black & white hat.

Melbourne Cup, the only day I venture into the TAB and place bets on the horses, what beautiful magnificent animals they are... I place a couple of bets plus the sentimental favourite Makaybe Diva. Winning her 3rd Melbourne Cup. The race that stops the nation - the 5 of us on the table had tears in our eyes when the little feelie came running down the straight. Only 2 of us (me included) backed the beautiful girl. No one would begrudge this win. We witnessed history.

Lunch was at the Monkey Bar in Balmain with my work colleagues (we closed the office at 12.30pm). Fantastic food, Fantastic vibe - who won the best dressed - not me. A fru fru in a pink dress with feathers in her hair :-(

J & L came up to the Monkey Bar to share the 4th bottle of Champers for the day, Melbourne Cup is the only day where girls can get all dressed up, start drinking at midday, totter around in 4" heels and it's socially acceptable! I love this country!

Horsey Facts & Figures
Most winners of the cup have been either 4 or 5 years old.
Barrier 11 has produced the most winners of the race.
4 has been the most successful Saddlecloth number.
80 horses with a single word name have won the Cup.
20 cup winners have had a name with eight characters.
Pharlap carried the heaviest weight to win a Cup with 68kg.
7 imported horses have won the Melbourne Cup.
5 horses have won the race twice.
11 horses have won the Caufield/Melbourne Cup double.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Global Glamour Guide

With complements a friend of friends friend... Fashion


Friday, October 28, 2005

I wouldn't mind driving this

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Adding to my "To do list"

I want to try Statement Lounge

My head hurts

I love the mid week outing, usually a lot more enjoyable with less expectations than a Saturday night. I went out for a couple of drinks with J. & G. 2 of the most fun boys I've ever meet!

J. is my age, went to his b'day party on Saturday night, G. his younger cousin, 19.

J. has a girlfriend (many actually) G. is always on the prowl therefore we attend venues where fake ID is prevalent. It makes me feel young & old at the same time.

I look at these young girls wondering if I acted this way (of course not) Then I look at their outfits and reminisce the days prior to hip development, according to J. I have child bearing hips - diet time! (see below post)

We have copious amounts of alcohol but, we are old enough now to know when enough is enough (aren't we?). The boys start work at 6.00am (ouch) therefore we leave as the line of adolescence grow out the door... The journey home sees J & I talking about music we loved circa 1992-1994. G. could not participate - he is young and adorable, J. & I asked each other if we were like that when we were 19?

I'm sure....

A couple of phrases

I had a conversation with one of my girlfriends not too long ago about relationships, as she is my only other single gal pal and somewhat my "substitute relationship"

She and her sister exchanged opinions...

My friend doesn't want a relationship, just wanted somebody to kiss one night.

"You'll find someone one day" - "I don't want to find somebody" - "well that's how the world works" - "yes, that 50% of people get divorced and non-marrieds break up even quicker, but no one says that's how the world works, why can't we just be honest about it".

Its took me back to my trip to Czech Republic...

Why is it so many people have the opinion everyone need to "find someone" its like they think their live isn't valid until you have a significant other - my Aunty, "do you have a boyfriend?" "no" the look of surprise and pity, then the ultra quick reassurance "you'll find someone"

Quotes I found today...

"I'm refusing to enter a relationship for the sake of one"

"A partner should complement, not supplement, your life"

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

I'm on a health kick

I tried the healthy options for lunch today. I thought I'll buy some wrap bread, grab the Thai beef salad and make my own wraps, this should, of course be healthy and cost effective.

I go to the little mini-mart. No wraps, travel down the road to the organic supermarket, thinking it shouldn't be more than $2 more - wrong. 5 wraps $4.90 as opposed to the $1.99 for a pack of 8 at Coles. I purchased organic cos lettuce @ $2.90 (fair). Down to the corner store to get my favourite Thai beef salad. Sold out. Unbelievable, the only salad (of substance) and with out noodles nor pasta was a seafood salad.

FYI Seaford salad organic wrap is not recommended.

I had a dream

I seldom remember my dreams the next day, but this one has stayed with me...

I dreamt I had bought a crisp white Christian Dior shirt for a man. I handed over the gift all wrapped beautifully, he slowly unwrapped the parcel, the label showed, the excitement built, he thanked me, he hugged me, he kissed me...

There are 3 positives I can take from this dream:

No. 1. I have a man to buy a present for (other than my dad).

No. 2. It's an expensive gift, therefore my financial situation looks to change.

No. 3. I'm wrapped up in this man to buy an expensive gift.

Christmas is only 2 months away, maybe I'll meet this elusive gentleman between now and then (or next Christmas - I'm easy).

Monday, October 24, 2005

Looking for a new home - week 2

I should have learned from last week not to take mum with me!

Stop one Saturday morning, Woollahra on the cusp of Bellevue Hill, a dream to live here. An older style building, top floor, views over Cooper Park. It is mortgagee in possession, renovations 65% complete, so unfortunate I can not purchase as the valuation wouldn't come up as $40,000 would need to be spent and of course valuers can not see the future value :-( x 1000. What do I do when I see a great buy? Call my ex-boyfriend (carpenter) and advise of the great potential purchase - I haven't spoken to T. in 4 months and no hesitation in picking up the phone when I have something commercial in mind...

Another pitfall, no parking - I want parking. No, I need parking. For this particular area I may have compromised, but driving to the next appointment a little spider crawled across my windscreen. That's what happens if you live that close to a park! I would be the local pest services best customer!

Property no. 2 for the day, on the other end of town, on the border of my favorite area. The agent asked me to take my shoes off! Has he ever watched SATC!?!? My shoes don't come off! I would understand if it's a multi-million dollar house with cream/white carpet, but no, dark carpet. Another one I'm not interested in. I'm narrowing my search criteria - can't live there...

Only one other property for the day - this one I had my heart set on. A 1 bedroom unit, with parking, balcony, the bathroom not off the bedroom, polished floors, 3 years old. There had to be something wrong with it. Yep. No. Window. In. The. Bedroom! Who the hell designed this thing!!!

He has taken the hint

Dr D. Yep again....

"Well GV, dinner tonight, Sat, next month or 06 miss N"


After many invitations to join him for dinner (only date was in March 05) and who could forget the comment in July 05 "my name is filed away with the cob webs and all the other men you don't call back" It wont even be in 06 baby...

P.S GV = Gorgeous Vixen

A stray comment

My girlfriend recently got engaged, She did however have a great little story to tell... She had a workmate who booked a function center for her wedding. She is single, but, you know, these things book out well in advance. She had to cancel the booking as by the time she had to pay the deposit she was still single.

"The Play" Oops "The Musical"

I went to see Urinetown on Friday night - Horrible name *shudder* the musical was entertaining. I haven't laughed that much in a really long time. The best $30 I've spent in a while.

The Broadway musical that takes the piss - in every sense. Its a Privilege to Pee... Urinetown - The Musical is a satirical tale of greed, corruption, love and revolution which both celebrates and spoofs the best of Broadway musical conventions. The show tells the story of a town caught in the midst of a water shortage, in which citizens are forced to use public, pay-per-use urinals or face banishment to Urinetown, a mysterious place where people seem to be lost forever. As the townspeople band together to fight the evil president of the urinal monopoly, two young rebels find love.


I can't believe some people... A mobile phone rings towards the end on Act 1, an adolescent chickie not only answers the phone but jumps up, runs down the stairs of the small theatre and makes a huge noise trying to exit the theatre, to no avail she continues the conversation at the door - this rude action does not go un-noticed by the audience and is "the talk" during intermission (she was also wearing track pants with Ugg boots pulled over the top, a singlet and a bright pink short cardi with some extravagant jewelry - fashion?!?!?)

After the musical I joined the cast and crew for a drink at Bondi Hotel, couple glasses of red and the first time having a drunken so-and-so thrown out of the pub it was one great night out!

Thursday, October 20, 2005

A little gem!

I love finding little gems like this one. Panda Camera from San Diego Zoo.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

My Favorite Animal

Why is it so many people think I'm strange when I tell them my favorite animal is a cow!?!?

I will challenge anyone to find a more useful animal.

- We can get milk, cream, yogurt, butter;

- Cheese hmmm I love cheese;

- We can eat them - nothing better than a $5 steak;

- We get suede and leather for shoes, belt, jackets etc.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Looking for a new home - week 1

The time has come, I'm now looking for a new home to call my own.

I have too may years experience in looking for property for other people, leasing real estate, selling properties and looking to purchase development sites. All commercial discussions, now it's time for me to do it for myself...

I can conservatively say I have looked at over 2000 properties in the greater Sydney region and I have decided the Eastern Suburbs is going to continue to be my home.

Having my finger on the Sydney Real Estate market has it's advantages and disadvantages - I know what's out there... Altona, the house in Point Piper my old office sold for AU$28,000,000. The 2 bedroom units in Bondi I would catch a disease if I cooked in the kitchen. The terraces in Paddington I would have to go outside to use the toilet (until I renovated). The 3 bedroom units in Coogee I wouldn't feel clean after having a shower. The studios in Elizabeth Bay that I would have to share the corridors with the more "interesting" demographic of society.

Last weekend was my first weekend out looking, armed with my list of potential 1 bedroom units, with parking in my modest price range, all in chronological order and doing the 15 minute dash between inspections. I made the HUGE mistake of asking my mother to join me, mum has no concept of time and Saturday morning traffic (Once upon a time I was able to conduct 13 open house inspections in 1 day).

Off we go, first stop in North Bondi, didn't even bother stepping out of the car. The building looked a cross between ghetto, old school building and school building turned housing commission. NO.

Next stop, Woollahra, my second favorite suburb in Sydney, the description was 1-2 bedroom. WTF!!! Was the 2nd bedroom going to be on the balcony? What ever happened to s55 of the Fair Trading Act? (yes that is the correct section). It was dark in the bedroom, bathroom and kitchen. NO. There was another unit for sale in the same building so up to the 5th floor, this one was a studio, I need separate bedroom. It was lovely and light, renovated kitchen and bathroom. As I said to mother dearest repeatedly. I need a separate bedroom. 3 days later mum is still saying I should consider it... Ahhrgg!

disheartened. We do a "drive by" a unit in Bronte, my favorite beachside suburb, I knew this property was slightly out of my range, by this I mean, I can afford it but I would be eating 2 minute noodles until my next pay rise - no quality of life, or maybe... I'll be wafer thin at the beach each day... Ahh, No. It looked like a cent hasn't been spent on the building since the mid 60's, I see high strata fees in the future.

One more for my first day of inspections. It is in a teeny tiny street that I can't even do a U-turn, a gorgeous block of 8 units, ground floor, I could look inside from outside, thinking this is great, I don't even need to contact the agent to arrange a time to inspect the property. THEN I realised "if I can see inside, do I want just any old stranger to be able to look into my home so easily" NO.

This week I have 1 property on my list I can actually attend, another property I am sending both my mum and my previous boss to look at on my behalf.

Monday, October 17, 2005

I can get away with anything wearing Cavalli

This weekend past with a blur. Today is at a snails pace...

Friday night

I went to my local with J, what a way to finish a hard week of hard work. A $5 steak and a bottle of merlot. We met a couple of locals who sat opposite us on the lounges, nice couple of guys. By nice I mean, I didn't mind them interrupting our conversation and didn't want to practice relocating feng sui to the other side of the pub.

We, of course conversed the usual topics - Where do you live? How old are you? What do you do for work? Where are your boyfriends? The 5 typical getting to know you questions...

G. pulls out his phone to show me the building he is working on (this of course happens when ever I meet someone in the building/construction industry after I explain my line of work) what does this little photo say "Beau Monde" OMG! The building I work at on Saturday & Sunday! What a very small world it is...

As per usual any guy J. & I meet together the man's interest is directed at J. I keep telling myself that it's because I'm more introverted then her.

Our conversation somehow steered to whether we would consider working in Iraq. G. Sure! A. & J. - no way! Me, sure! My theory is: If any work place is going to pay US$8,000 per day they are going to keep me safe. This was the turning point of G.'s attention to me. I'm fully aware of this...

A long island iced tea later, J. is telling me she would like to head off home - I didn't want to, so for the first time in my life. I stayed at a pub relatively under the influence with 2 strangers.

G. is giving me complements left, right & centre. I adore it. I haven't had compliments like this since my holiday romance... Your beautiful. Your skin is so soft. That colour brings out the green in your eyes.

We danced to 70's and 80's music in a pub that doesn't have a dance floor and by anyone's standards the music not loud enough. 1.30am comes upon us and I decide to walk home (no worries, a walk home from my local is only 3 minutes, even in 4" heels).

G. & A. offer to walk me home. G. has invited me back to his place a couple times during the evening. How very tempting it is - it's just not me...

He kissed me at my door, my neck hurt, he is 7 foot! Asked when he could see me again, we hadn't exchanged numbers "I said you can call me" expecting him to then ask for my mobile number, he said we should meet at the pub again on Friday night - I can't I'm going to a play. Wednesday night it is... Another passionate kiss and I bid him good night knowing I wont see him again.

Saturday night

Saturday night started like any other night out with a girlfriend...

Wore: Cavalli leopard print top (this top makes me look busty) DKNY black knee length skirt, 4" stilettos I purchased in Dubai and Red Balenciaga bag.

The clock hotel in Surry Hills was full of boys, cute boys, quickly realised these were cricket boys and my attention was diverted to choosing between a bottle of red or a bottle of bubbly. Bubbly it is. We were chatting away about my morning of open home inspections - I needed a drink.

The footy was playing in the background Australia v New Zealand. The Kiwi supporters were louder than the aussies. Unbelievable and sad, however I stand by rugby league is over after the grand final!

Once we had finished our faux champers and bowl of fries *blush* we went on a mission to find some cheap and cheerful laksa - the closest Thai restaurant didn't have laksa on the menu!?!?! It's always a few uncomfortable minutes discussing "should we stay or should we go". We go...

Jumped into a taxi to our next destination a C-list celeb party at Bayswater Brasserie at the cross. A farewell for a Sydney PR agent. The guest list (the invitation was sent via email and was CC'ed not BCC'ed - very bad form) it read like the social pages of the Sunday papers. My care factor for knowing these people is zero but somehow I find it entertaining watching and listening to the conversations about "me" "me" "me".

After a vodka cocktail and sending many text messages to a friend and giggling like school girls we reminded ourselves that we didn't satisfy our appetite.

Prague! The crumbed mushrooms are to die for! A glass of wine to complement. Of course I love the Czech accent of all the waiters ;-)

We text messaged too many people to come join us (never send messages to people while intoxicated), our next destination, Dancers (no link for obvious reasons). Ladeez get in free - Love it! Meet a couple of the dancers freshening up, the muscles these girls have from dancing is unbelievable - I will look into lessons!

Our time was due to expire, there is only one place to go after a strip club, that is Retro. Yes, we went to Retro, paid $20 each for entry (what happened to the days when covercharge was $5...?). We danced, and danced, and danced till our feet were sore... I do recall holding a bottle of beer and taking swigs... 2.30am came upon us and our requested song hadn't played and thought enough is enough. Left Retro and the 5 hens parties surrounding us for our next adventure of trying to get a taxi, 45 minutes later (and a couple phone calls to a friend asking if he could pick me up) we finally find a taxi...

Sunday

Woke up at 7.15am ready for a sleazy breakfast at Double Bay followed by shoe shopping at Cosmopolitan shoes.

Worked the afternoon away looking forward to chocolate pizza and a good catch up with my girlfriend V. who just came back from her holiday through Europe.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

Places I've been and want to visit - MONACO

MONACO - BEEN THERE

When I was in Monte Carlo, I expected Cary Grant-lookalikes and Brian Ferry impersonators and the Grace Kellys, but they seemed to have turned into Paris Hiltons.

The casino has a stunning position - below the palace of the ruling Grimaldi family and above the harbour that shelters the floating mansions of the rich and famous. Some of Europe's most expensive and desirable real estate clings to the cliffs and the casino's interior reflects the vast wealth of this most exclusive of principalities.



The gambling palace was built in 1863 and was designed to attract the world's richest people. It still does its job, luring the kind of people who regularly dine at the nearby Louis XV, which has a wine cellar with more than 300,000 bottles. I did however find a great bottle for a bargain price of EU30 that I shared with CC while observing the interesting crowd.

The casino has the inevitable poker machines in the American Room but the European Room is just for roulette, baccarat, chemin de fer and other traditional games. Then there are the private rooms for the very private people who don't want anyone to see them adding to or subtracting from their seriously vast wealth. When I visited I only spent EU10!

After my little adventure with the rich and famous in the casino's I was luck enough to meet French Alex, my holiday romance.

Friday, October 14, 2005

Reviews

Movies reviews with a twist - film fondue.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Maybach Exelero

There are no words to describe the beauty...



With a price tag of AU$8,000,000! Speachless!

I now have an alias...

From this day, and forever more, I will be known as:


Oh gorgeous deluxe rev-head goddess


With compliments Dr D

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Fashion...

Love this blog

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Looking for a new home

Well is has come to that time in my life that I move out of home.

I wont have a romantic partner to move in with so I have 2 options a nice 1 bedroom unit or a midiocca 2 bedroom unit. Purchasing a 2 bedroom unit and sharing with some one has crossed my mind, especially with how fun some peoples experiences are... Finding the right person to share my new den of inequity, advertise in the shared accommodation? One movie always comes to mind Single White Female and I think no.

I decide a 1 bedroom unit is the way to go... The next few months are going to be hard work - aiming to purchase January 2006!

(There we have it - it's in writing, I can't go back now)

Monday, October 10, 2005

I miss...

People say you remember someone by their sent, by their voice, by a simple phrase. I remember my cousin by a song at her wedding.

"where ever you may go" a one hit wonder, no idea the artist. It's playing on the radio and I get teary eyed. (and compelled to keep a record here).

http://music.yahoo.com/track/1982629

I met my dear cousin this year at the ripe age of 26. I love her, I know meeting at this age we have been disadvantaged as a family unit, but, I ask myself if we had grown up together would I value this relationship as much as I do now?

Amazing how a little song can bring emotions running through the heart...

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

The long weekend - Monday

My first day off in 7 weeks!

I had spent the night on M's couch. To my surprise at 6.30am his ex-girlfriend lets herself in!!! The poor girl, less than 12 hours ago breaks up with her boyfriend, comes to his place "to talk" and sees me, another girl there! Luckily, i did sleep on the lounge, sharing the bed was an option :-I She walked in, I woke up, said "hello" and put my head back on the pillow! OMG! I then freaked! I had got changed into M's big t-shirts to sleep in! In his bedroom, therefore my clothes were in his room and she had just walked into his room.

It felt like a scene out of SATC! This could not be happening. I jump up and went to the bathroom, I heard them go out to the balcony. I did a quick duck onto M's bedroom and got dressed. Slightly more comfortable. I tried to get M's attention to no avail. I opened the balcony door and asked "should I stay or should I go". I knew this looked bad, didn't do anything wrong, M said stay - WTF!!! And do what while they talk! A second or two he came in and told me they may be a while. Good my way out of an awkward situation! What do I say to try to make crack a smile "Damn, there goes my life to my car!"

6.45am walking down the street in search of a taxi to pick up my car. My car was parked in my boss's car park - I had to do the wake up call! What a day and it wasn't even 7.00am.

Back to real life....

I met J to do a cheap and cheerful breakfast and peruse the markets at China town. When she greeted me at the door I almost said "Happy New Year!" Just goes to show what a great night (not morning) it had been.

Breakfast was well received and the coffee, the coffee.

I have always said "I love that cheap shit" when referring to the markets. It's not cheap anymore! $60 for a bad quality skirt. Not impressed.

I left J at Circular Quay on this beautiful 34 deg day to go home as my aunty was visiting for coffee before she flies off to Uruguay the next morning.

My aunty is so entertaining, coffee ended up being lunch and afternoon tea (I was really hoping to get down to the beach) Aunty didn't leave until 5.30pm. I drove her home, and resigned to relaxing for the rest of the evening. Very well deserved after my jam packed weekend!

The long weekend - Saturday

As per usual I was working the day away... I had the Opera to look forward to!

Once I finally finished work that felt like it dragged on for hours upon hours I rushed home to get changed - I only had 2 hours to get from North Sydney to Eastern Suburbs to inner city to pick up J and then get to the Opera House!

Wore: Gianni Versace black skirt with Versace Courture top, gold Rudolph Menidiur shoes, antique green stoned chocker necklace. Black pashmina to protect me from the cool spring night air (I did catch myself ask if it was ok to wear Gianni Versace with Versace Couture?)

"You are the dream I wish to dream forever"


Words i myself long to hear...

La Boheme as the critics say "Puccini's heart-rending opera is electrifying! Updated for our times, this major new production of Puccini's masterpiece promises to be the opera event in 2005."


The production was so different to any other opera i had ever seen, I salute the production manager for modernising the opera - overdue. Productions such as this will keep us youngin's interested in the arts...

"Only fools love with tears"

Saturday night at the Opera. What an excuse to dress up, well that's what J and I thought, as well as most of the more mature attendee's.

Spotted: Green thongs! Jeans! Un-iron T-shirt! Sneakers! A couple of beach going outfits!

Unbelievable! How very inappropriate!

After La Boheme we went to Opera Bar - this is to be the venue for my Birthday Party! Very sexy crowd, quite a few people from the opera.

I ordered a cocktail "Candy Apple" it sounded fantastic, shame the bar tender didn't hear me very well over the loud music, he said "I can't read lips" WOW! Where did the concept of service go...? Went to the "cocktail making" section of the bar to pick up my drink, "nice, but not worth $15"

J took a seat in the courtyard and as usual observed the crowd, one of my ultimate things to do... We always thought Opera Bar would be our venue for our party, but, decided to go for a walk around Circular Quay to scope a couple of other venues.

We were getting a little peckish by this time and ended up at pancakes at the rocks. We went halves in the ultimate pancake (yep, dressed in our "going to the opera" outfit.

We left pancakes and calling it a night, the eve of the footy grand final saw 100's of cars with Tiger flags and Eye of the Tiger playing! I love Sydney!

The long weekend - Friday

I love Friday afternoon's, the eve of a long weekend, everyone we speak to for work is already in "holiday mode" Productivity is at an all time low (as seen by the few more than usual blogs posted on Friday).

At 4.55pm the office is being locked up and like waiting for a green light anticipating 5.00pm - home time! I race off to meet J at Fox Studio's oh it's now "The Entertainment Quarter" that's never going to take as far as I'm concerned. The David Lawrence sale was fantastic, I've added a beautiful silk green cami RRP $189.00 reduced to $39.00, black skirt suitable for work RRP $199.00 reduced to $45.00, a bronze silky top RRP $139.00 reduced to $39.00 and a summer dress RRP $189.00 reduced to $59.00 to my already overflowing wardrobe. What a great start to the weekend!

I needed to race off as MFL Was picking me up for a faux romantic dinner. Background: MFL (My first love), I mentioned to him Tuesday last week that I was feeling a little lonely and needed to be wined and dined, therefore asked if he could take me out for a candle light dinner. Lovely friend he is agreed. My choice of resturant!

Wore: Max Azria pleated skirt, MNG pink long sleeve knit, Midas 1920's style black peep-toe shoes, GFF black bag!

I recommended The Little Snail to a work colleague for a Father's Day lunch, ever since I've been craving the scumptious duck... hmmmm yummo! No hesitation in being seated next to the window overlooking sparkling Darling Harbour, I wanted romantic...

I tried snails for the first time! Of course I didn't order it in case I didn't like it, stealing a couple from the plate opposite I thought would suffice for the evening. Duck a'la range for main followed by a lemon pudding and half a bottle of merlot!

Before we knew it 11.30pm was upon us. We had been catching up on and times for 4 hours. I keep thinking to myself how lucky I am to still have MFL as my friend.

He wanted to pay, I just couldn't let him, he couldn't let me, so comprised - i paid for the wine :-)
We walked back to the car, yes he did hold my hand. A gentle kiss on the cheek good bye...

AGAIN!