The Quay and The Queen

Oh such a night, a momentous occasion, two grand ships entered our beautiful harbour, accordingly a small group of us decided to fight the traffic and join the celebrations. I’m so happy I did – look at some of the images…

We met at ECQ nowhere near as many people as I thought would be at the bar, especially seeing the sea of people below us on the concourse all trying for the best vantage point…

A few cocktails were had – I love having friends with benefits, 25% off all drinks, made $18+ cocktails desirable.

The QE2 entered our sensational harbour at 7pm with an entourage of sail boats and ferries that looked like dinghies sailing next to it. The two great Queens greeted each other for the first meeting with a “whistle salute” using their 2,000 pound, 7-foot long signaling horns that can be heard over 10 miles away.


We drank and enjoyed just being part of this wonderful occasion, time was fast approaching for the fireworks to commence. Unfortunately our western aspect on eastern circular quay meant we missed the majority of the fireworks display, we caught glimpses of the fiery bright lights, heard the loud whistles and throughly enjoyed the cannons being shot.

When the crowd slowly dissipated, and our group was calling it an night, we decided to walk up to the Opera House around the Botanic Gardens to see the bright lights of the QM2. WOW! Is all I can say.

A couple more drinks at near by Lenin Bar, Vodka of course for me, with a selection of over 70 Vodkas to choose from I was like a kid in a candy store! Time was passing and my 2 friends not working at the moment either we partied on! A midnight cheeseburger was had – how good does maccas taste after lots of alcohol? We continues drinking at a near by pub until close…

Our city was not prepared, all I’m hearing on the news today is complaints about the traffic. It was unprecedented that 2 ships in our harbour would bring a similar amount of people into our city as New Years celebrations. It's a sign of out times that so many people made the trip into the city.

Photos with compliments K. who walked to work over the Big Bad Bridge an hour earlier to see the ship come into the harbour.

Ya Callin’ Me Yalla Bellied?

When does it ever end? I went to the Skin Cancer Specialist yesterday. I’ve been concerned about one of my moles on my tummy for a while now. Each GP tells me to ‘keep an eye on it’. Okay, I have, now tell me why and does it need to be removed or will I keep an eye on it until is spreads half way across my torso?

After many months of procrastination I made and kept the appointment.

As soon as I walk into the tiny ‘specialists’ office he asked if there was any cause of concern. I pulled up my top and indicated to the centimetre mark on my upper abdomen. ‘okay, that has to come out’ I freaked! He asked if there were anymore. I’ll damn my heritage for the rest of my days. I didn’t eve think about it before I said it ‘do you want me to take this off?’ pulling at my top. ‘I bet you say that to all the men’ when did doctors get so cheeky? Last time my oncologist touched my breast and said ‘nice boob’ ha, he was commenting on his own work.

The doctor said he’d cut out my mole straight away… I stood like a mere cat and gravitated toward the door. No, no, no.. I can’t do it now. Needles. Stitches. No, no, I have to be somewhere soon. He laughed at me! I can’t believe he laughed at me! He said it would only take 3 minutes. I picked up my bag, ‘I’ll come back soon, I’ll make another appointment, I’ll take some vaillum before I come’ stuttered my way through that. Okay, he finally got it. My irrational fear of needles… he told me to take some relaxants, have a couple of drinks before I come and bring someone with me. Only condition, if I have a drink I have to bring one for him too….

He walked out to the reception desk with me, told the receptionist to book me in, make sure she makes the reminder call so I don’t run away.

I’ve requested my surrogate boyfriend to come with me. He laughed at my cowardness. I don’t care! No one is cutting anything out of me that easily! I’m fully aware it will only take a few minutes, one slice this way *shudder * one slice that way * skin tingles* 2 stiches, then I faint.

My Rival:

Week 7 - 2007

Job Status: Still looking
Gym workouts: 6 hour of various glasses – I took Sunday off, mostly due to dancing til 4am
Movies watched: Notes on a Scandal, Click
Reading: The Joy Luck Club
Diet: Burrito, a piece of apricot pie
Alcohol consumption: Too much I’ve forgotten! Vodka, champers, cocktails, port…
Money Spent: $60 on 3 new tops for the gym

Lend Me A Tenor

Tuesday night I visited NIDA for the first time. The theatre / university is so close to home and there’s almost a performance nightly and yet never been. Note to self: research more plays and go more often.

Press play while reading – it’s a montage of the entire play in 4 minutes, to the wonderful (for me very familiar) music of Orff, us Aussies may know the music from ‘this is a big ad’ (wait for 25seconds – really worth it)



It was a fun little musical comedy featuring some of my most favourite operatic pieces. Originally produced by Andrew Lloyd Webber. Overview:

Chicago, 1934 - The Cleveland Grand Opera is celebrating its biggest night in history: world famous tenor Tito Merelli, known to his fans as 'Il Stupendo', is scheduled to sing the lead in Othello. Through a hysterical series of mishaps, Tito is given a double dose of tranquilisers and promptly drops dead… or so it seems. Believing that Tito has died, the company's assistant, a fairly gifted amateur named Max, is secretly drafted into the role of Othello, donning the blackface and heavy costume to try to fool the audience into thinking he is Tito.

Soon, however, the real Tito wakes up and chaos ensues. Now TWO Othellos are running around in costume and two adoring female fans are running after them in lingerie, each thinking she is with Il Stupendo. Add in a volatile Italian wife and a fan-crazed bellhop and you have an hilarious farce that will have you laughing all night!

I was looking at the costumes and thinking how much better the bellhop uniform looked on the real bellhop and thinking about the amount of time I was on the floor of my girlfriends apartment helping put together the jester costumes. They looked awesome!

It closes soon. So much fun!

Happy Valentines Day

You want commitment, take a look into these eyes, they burn with a fire, just for you now until the end of time. I would do anything I'd beg, I'd steal, I'd die to have you in these arms tonight. Baby I want you like the roses want the rain, you know I need you like a poet needs the pain. I would give anything. My blood my love my life.

If you were in these arms tonight, I'd hold you, I'd need you, I'd get down on my knees for you. And make everything all right if you were in these arms, I'd love you. I'd please you. I'd tell you that I'd never leave you and love you till the end of time, if you were in these arms tonight

I’ve already had an affair this morning. It lasted a lot longer than anticipated. It saw me yelling, throwing my hand up in passion then caressing the wooded surrounds. It was a long once familiar stretch that I hope I wont be revisiting for sometime… hehehehe

I don’t have a Valentines date tonight; I don’t have a great love that I’ll be spending a romantic day with. How do I feel about being alone on Valentines Day? Ha, That’s why I have a great circle of friends!

Last year I agreed to my first blind date ever and on Valentines Day! It was a great night, even though he was married, this year I'm not going for any of the same adventures.


As per usual I’m going to have lunch with my dad so we can laugh at all the people staring at us assuming we’re a couple – yep, we’re both as crazy as each other.

Later I’ll be going out with a few of my single girlfriends for a casual night of drinks dancing and hopefully one of us will get a kiss good night.

Flashes of Friday Night

He slowly puts his arm around me, looking for permission, he pulls me into him with conviction, he runs his fingers along my face, moves my hair and pulls me closer with such strength, kisses me, I throw my arms around him and pull him in closer.

He pulls away, I’m breathless for a moment, I want more, he cradles my head in his hands, whispers in my ear, kisses me again..

I feel his warm breath on my cheek; he descends slowly kissing down my neck then back to my lips, deep, lustful, passionate. I close my eyes, lost deep in the kiss.

I look along his sun kissed muscular body glistening, run my hand slowly down his torso, my fingers are stretched out to feel as much of him as possible. He holds my hand leads it to be welcomed with a kiss.

His weight on my body, his skin feels warm against mine. My nails run along his bare back, he lowers and places his forehead on mine... We slip. We’re both so sweaty, nose into eye, head butt and laughing.

My Love Profile for Valentine's Day 2007

Your Five Variable Love Profile

Propensity for Monogamy: Your propensity for monogamy is medium. In general, you prefer to have only one love interest. But it's hard for you to stay devoted for too long! There's too much eye candy to keep you from wandering. Experience Level: Your experience level is high. You've loved, lost, and loved again. You have had a wide range of love experiences. And when the real thing comes along, you know it! Dominance: Your dominance is medium. You tend to be the one with more power. You aren't a total control freak in relationships.. But of course you don't mind getting you way! Cynicism: Your cynicism is high. Sure you believe in love, but you know it doesn't come easily. You scoff at "love at first site" and "soulmates." You rather take the real thing, as unglamorous as it is. Independence: Your independence is high. You don't need to be in love, and sometimes you don't even want love. Having your own life is very important for you... Even more important than having a relationship.

The Five Variable Love Test

Score!

One of my girlfriends gave me her Burberry Trench coat. It was 'too long for her' she bought it in London last year and worn it once... I've wanted one for the longest time, the classic elegance, the durable fabric. I'll marry it with (whats in my wardrobe that fits?) Black pencil skirt, throw on my knee high stelitto boots, the coat flapping in the wind...

I'm not going to say it, yes I am. I can't wait for winter to be able to wear it. On second thought with this chilly 20deg weather, I'll hold out a bit more. Dry cleaning takes time doesn't it? I love my friends!

Stormy, Stormy Night

We had a hug storm over Sydney on Sunday night. Here is our magnificent city under lights.

Week 6 - 2007

Job Status: Still looking
Gym workouts: 8 hours or more of sweaty goodness
Movies watched: The Last King of Scotland, The Firm
Reading: The Joy Luck Club
Diet: one chocolate éclair, lots of salads, half a pizza.
Alcohol consumption: half a bottle of champers on Friday night, a couple glasses on Saturday night and a Bellini on Sunday night
Money Spent: $50 on a dress (reduced from $219) $50 top (reduced from $129)

I’m Swimming in the Rain…

What a glorious feeling, I’m happy again… I went to the beach yesterday, for the first time ever I was in the water when it started to rain, no hesitation, we stayed in laughing at clouds so dark up above. It was so beautiful. Swimming in the warm water, the cool rain falling from above, Let the stormy clouds chase everyone from the place… running to their belonging and race to their cars. Such a beautiful experience with a happy refrain… Just swimming and talking in the rain…

Is That The Going Rate For a Giraffe?

I don’t understand some girls. Attractive young woman dancing around a pool table, she seductively moves against a guy playing, ran her hand down his cue, he looked puzzled not excited. She then picked up a couple of balls and played with them on the table! Who are these girls that think they can get away with this behaviour?

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I ate jellyfish for the first time on Wednesday night!

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What is the difference between a Crocodile and an Alligator?

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I was out and about with a few girlfriends, dancing, drinking faux champers. A girl grabs *our* bottle and fills up *her* glass. I see this, told my friend to confront her, if I did it I would smash her pretty little face against the glass. The girls response was something along the lines of ‘what? It’s not that important, It’s just champagne’ we’re both astounded by her response; a simple ‘sorry, I thought it was my friends bottle’ would’ve diffused the situation. Once again, my girlfriend spoke to her after my eyes narrowed and said ‘I’ll grab her by hair and force her to the bar to buy us another bottle if it’s not that important’. She told me not to worry. Not my nature. I approached the manager, advised him of the situation. We got a free bottle of champers!

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I had a hot chocolate with an old friend last night. As soon as I saw him I said “hello! You need a hair cut”

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My mother is sending me nuts. She calls me twice during the day just to see what I’m doing – soon I’m going to let go and say ‘just watching TV’

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The girls and I were dancing the night away, cute boy had his arms flying around us, dancing close etc… He flexed his arm a little and man, his bicep would make Popeye blush hmmmmm… One of my girlfriends joined a little later, I tapped this guy on his shoulder, asked him to show her is muscle. He did and next thing you know his tongue his down her throat – maybe he overheard her say to me ‘I’m going home with him tonight’ after feeling his arms.

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Why do people cheer at the opera? If the performance is moving ‘Bravo!’ is appropriate.

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If I’m going to get booked for speeding, it’s not going to be going 15km’s over the limit in a school zone – I want it to be for travelling over 180km – then I’m ‘speeding’

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If I hear anyone talking about purchasing a ‘Guess handbag’ in the near future I’m going to strangle her!

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I caught a taxi and there was an engine problem. The cab pulled over and told me that’s as far as he can go. It’s 12.30am. Dark street. 15mins walk home. The charge was at $25.60. He said ‘give me $20’ nahahhh… I opened the door told him $10 is all I’m prepared to pay, we argued for a minute about the charge – he didn’t complete his part of the taxi/passenger contract. I jumped out and started a brisk walk up the dark road. He yelled out bitch – I ran home in high heels!

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How do you broach the subject of nasal delivery to a partner?

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Quoting

Abuse of words has been the great instrument of sophistry and chicanery, of party, faction, and division of society.

John Quincy Adams

Week 5 2007

Job Status: Still looking - one interview
Gym workouts: Not much… 1 hour pilates and 1 hour boxing
Movies watched: Clambake, Kinsey, Dream girls
Reading: Nothing. Flipping through 2 months of Harpers Bazaar and latest Look magazine
Diet: one cinnamon donut, kebab – I think I had food poisoning last week.
Alcohol consumption: 4 consecutive alcohol free days
Money Spent: Car repair $1,420

Purrrrrring…

I got my car back yesterday, she purrs like a kitten, this is the car I know and love, the sports exhaust, dump pipe off the turbo still gives her a throaty sound but she is modest unlike the Magtruck she was trying to imitate for so long. Driving my hot little car is almost better than sex, I was caressing the wood grain gear stick, rubbing the wooden steering wheel, music down soft to hear the motor – ohhh goose bumps..

The Coffee Shop

I have a little local coffee shop / deli only a few doors down from my place. Sometimes I love it, go there and get a nice strong coffee to start the day, usually when I’m super tired and need that coffee injection to hit the spot immediately other times I curse its very existence. I used to think smelling pastry in the morning coming through my window would be lovely. It’s not. Sickly. Don’t get me started on the early wake ups on garbage day; the bottle slamming will wake the most heavy of sleepers.

Anyway…

There I am with coffee, taking up a whole table, cuz I want to. There’s a painter filling his wagon with paint and other associated materials, he’s taking his time, why not, its Friday morning? I’d do the same. Another car pulls up behind, in the ‘no stopping’ section, just idealing. The painter goes back to the store and brings out another tin of paint.

*wave to paint shop owner *

The woman in the car jumps out and walks up to the painter with sheer determination and almost yells ‘when are you going. I have a baby in the car!’ I suppress a laughter and under my breathe say ‘yeah… and..?’ The painter looks at her, glances around at the coffee shop people, I smile, couple on nearby table smiles, painter smiles and says ‘I’m sorry’ pauses for a moment ‘you have a baby?' 'What is the world coming to where woman have babies’. The woman seriously angry yells out ‘pig!’ and storms back to her car.

What is with women that bear children, they expect everyone to adjust for them? Not me baby…

Signs

I don’t believe in signs, karma etc.. Every thing happens as an action or a reaction. Simple.

I saw Dom on Tuesday when I dropped off my car; he had sprained his ankle the night before.

I couldn’t help laugh. I tend to laugh at others misfortune.

He told me today his ankle is fractured and it’s a sign. When I broke up with him he was in the hospital bed with 4 bones in his foot shattered…

Sign? Coincidence?

Communication

Text:

Old trusty Dr D

So Mademoiselle N, let us have wild yummy sex today babe, great weather for it. When was the last time you were deliciously slammed? Be daring and say yes, we’ll have a fabulous time. Mwah Mwah Mwah Dr D x

I didn’t reply. Surprised?


Email:

From last workplace, one former colleague asking how things are going and if I’d like to catch up for a drink sometime.

We never saw each other socially while working together – however this is the guy that I first met a year prior to commencement in that role at speed dating. Freaking small world.


Text: Call: Text:

My old MD from finance place sent text asking if I’ve got a job yet…

Nup, he called, told me about a business proposal, giddy up, we are looking at a completed development site. 70 units to sell. I see commission!!! WooHooo!!!! Wish me luck!

Half hour late he asked sent text ‘who are you living with?’ I replied with mum. He said ‘cheaper rent! Boyfriend yet?’ I was taken back, strange, ‘nup, easier that way’ he wrote ‘true’, he only broke up with his fiancé over Christmas.

Going to be an interesting day tomorrow… Also picking up my car from Dom – I get a lift there too. YAY!

Week 4 - 2007

Job Status: Still looking
Gym workouts: Thai Chi, boxing x 2, weights x 3, dance class x 2
Movies watched: The Lake House, Happy feet, James Bond, Casino Royale
Reading: The Vulture Fund
Diet: one cheese strudel
Alcohol consumption: approx 4 bottles of faux champers
Money Spent:
Michelle and Terry’s wedding present $132
Races $120

I Couldn’t Take My Eyes Off *IT*

I had lunch with a girlfriend at the forum in Leichhardt, we are chit chatting away eating and drinking, laughing, giggling etc ;-)

The waiter was walking back and forth with his member fully erect! Nooo! We kept looking we couldn’t help it. I’m the first one to say how much I love a nice hard cock, but this was just disturbing!

Why is it we just couldn’t take our eyes off it? I’m saying, its because of our eye line.

Ladies of Leisure

On Tuesday I met with 2 of my girlfriends for brunch at Le Paris-Go Café in Bondi, we were just eating and drinking coffee for hours, then N came walking up the street (yes, there’s another N – I don’t like it). Ha! We’re all unemployed at the moment.

My girlfriend and I then went to Double Bay, Bondi Junction for some errands, so much effort these days. After such a hard day we sat back in a Darling Point apartment with one of the best views of Sydney. Oh how we really enjoy life…

Because well, that wasn’t enough, we watched a movie.

Why can’t every day be like this?

600 Posts

I don't have a great idea for my 600th post - sorry guys...

Being 600 posts old hehehe. I have met some awesome people through this blogging thing that i just didn't think I would. Hey, I thought I would only last a month at most, but here I am.

I noted today that over the last month I've had 10 other bloggers de-link me. Well, to you guys that no longer visit, thanks for being so supportive during my unemployment and so fickle, since I'm unemployed I don't have regular blogging time, therefore didn't visit....

My lovely blog buddies, thanks for your random emails and drop ins, great comments and continued writing to keep me entertained when I jump online.

Love you!

Week Three 2007

Job Status: Still looking
Gym workouts: Pilates, Thai Chi, boxing x 2, weights x 3, dance class x 2
Movies watched: Déjà vu, The Break up, Blood Diamond, Babel
Reading: The Vulture Fund
Diet: Mum’s birthday cake
Alcohol consumption: approx 2 bottles of faux champers
Money Spent:
Mum’s birthday present $273 for the opera, $89 perfume
Michelle’s kitchen tea present $36
Peters of Kensington Sale!!!!
Royal Doulton 18 piece glassware set - $200 reduced to $59
Mundial 10 piece knife set - $499 reduced to $161
Nigella Lawson huge coffee mugs - $132 reduced to $46
4 basic tops $45

Quote from Mother #7

I’m sitting on the lounge watching the 6.00 news when out of the blue she says:

“Have you ever considered getting a nose job?”

Mum's Birthday!

Please press play while reading



I took mum to see La Triviata on Saturday night for her birthday, I’m mildly obsessed with Verdi (if you haven’t worked that one out by now) this particular Opera had me before I even went to see it. After my trip to Venice and getting lost 3 times in attempt to find La Fenice thanks to a book I read about La Triviata being played there for the first time in 1856, all the nobels coming to see the performance I just had to see it for myself.

There was a slight technical difficulty on Saturday night, the curtain wouldn’t open, so after a 20-30 minute delay… It commenced in its beautiful colourful spectacular of costume and dramatic voices. La Triviata has one of the most recognisable scores, in my humble opinion..

In the middle of the 3rd act I was starting to get tired, I felt myself whiling Violetta to die already. However, the singer did a marvellous job. This one, only for the die hard opera fans – Turandot at opera in the domain this weekend would be the best bet, with a picnic blanket and a couple bottles of wine :-)

Random Observations and Musings

1. There are so many woman at the beach with tattoos

2. There are so many men at the beach with tattoos

3. I don’t have the dedication to work out like some of the other woman at the gym. I’m content not to *drip* with sweat

4. There are so many woman at the gym with tattoos

5. The bite mark on my butt has gone

6. Men walking around with singlets and (long) shorts give me hot flushes

7. Why is it whenever I’m at the beach someone always comes along and sits ‘too close’ with their screaming child

8. Why are there MORE cars on the road with frangipannis on the rear window?

Random Action From Mother #6

I wake up early each day during this unemployment period and yesterday I had this lovely piece of journalism to read - with complements. Mother dearest

Week Two 2007

Job Status: Still looking
Gym work outs: Pilates, yoga, boxing x 2, weights x 2, dance class x 2, walk from Bondi to Tamarama and back
Movies watched: Marie Antoinette, The Pursuit of Happiness, Office Space

Reading: It’s called a break up because it’s broken

Diet: Was going well until, one guylian chocolate on Wednesday night, chicken schnitzel on Thursday night followed by half a slice of Sticky Date Pudding, one Double Cheeseburger from maccas at midnight Friday night, much needed due to alchohol consumption
Money Spent: $145 on hens night

Life: Hens Night

I’m not too fond of Hens Nights… It’s an excuse for a group of girls to get all dressed up, drunk, sing in the streets, do ridiculous dares, talk to strangers, see men naked and end up dancing the night away drunk in some dingy club you secretly enjoy but never will admit to. Hehehehe sounds like I had a good time, hey

We initiated our dear hen with all the profane dress ups as possible, it always helps when one of the bridesmaids is a costume designer.

Dinner was at Balkan, the food was delicious, the dessert… Well…

A stripper isn’t usually my cup of tea, I do prefer female strippers to male, this guy went the Full Monty! In a restaurant, it wasn’t exactly a private area there was just a slight kink in the room. I wasn’t impressed with his package. Ha! I was the lucky recipient of a gift certificate:

‘this coupon entitles the bearer to a night of hard romping’

the girls around the table thought I was the best candidate for the little piece of paper (I’m still waiting).

I love observing the girls walking down the street, the hen doing her dares, vale flapping in the wind

We walked from Oxford Street down to karaoke where 30+ girls squashed into one of the rooms, I can’t sing I’m not going to pretend I’m able to do so, my voice sounds like a chipmunk, unfortunately none of the other girls seemed interested in singing either. We jumped up to get the party started, we sung East 17 – Everybody in the House of Love, we were even entertained us with ‘the stomp’ (I’m really showing my age) What has the world come to when I’m the most extroverted person in a group? Oh yea, the hen and I slut danced our way through The Pussycat Dolls – Don’t Cha

My feet were killing me, my shoes were not suitable to for an evening of walking and dancing…

The next day some of the girls decided to met for lunch at Café Bondi, lots of food, lots of eye candy, followed by a walk by the beach and window shopping* at the markets.

*what else would you call it?

Put Your Hands Up! Put Your Hands Up! I LOVE THIS CITY!

As I asked in my last post, “Does it get any better than this?” Thanks Indy! I’m TRYING to remain positive hehehe... I know it's the truth.

Friday I spent the day with H., only 4 days in Sydney 2 of which will be spent at the Blue Mountains, he went for a leisureable stroll from Bondi to Tamarama and back, had a cocktail at The Icebergs, giggled at some of the patrons, a dip in the Pacific, a perve at some boys and shopping at Bondi Junction…

Rush rush to get ready to attend the opening of SoBar, lots of free alcohol, chasing down some caterers for canapés and dancing for hours.

Strange night it was, the first time I think I’ve ever been to Cremorne Hotel sober and before midnight and no action!

The Hard Life…

This morning my dear friend H. called, I asked her the hardest question for the day. Do I go the gym or the beach? She said beach but my body was yearning to work out. I did both. 2 hour work out followed by just shy of 2 hours in the sun and salt water. I’m off to a movie soon, then meeting some great buddies for a cheap eat. Does it get any better?

Family

Such is life.

I spent the day with my aunt; it was one of the easiest, best days of the holiday. We met at Paddington Armes for a light lunch which ended up being a huge steak, we did a little shopping on Oxford St, (I only bought a second hand book due to budget restrictions) went to see Marie Antoinette (I felt it incomplete) then walked back up Oxford Street for a drink at The Light Brigade. Perfect day. Only issue I had, went I spoke to mum later that day I couldn’t tell her I was with my aunt .

So Sweet!

I’m defiantly still on some form of man high. I was happily walking through WBJ today, yep again wearing my basic summer dress, thongs, hair not done sunnies pulling the loose strands away from my no-make up face. When a man approaches asking me if he can ask me a question: “I saw you a little while ago, you were going up the escalators and I was going down*, I would like to get to know you, would you like to have coffee with me?” Ohhhh! I was so surprised! I thought he was going to try to sell me something. So sweet, I tuned him down, only because I just had a coffee with cute boy from Saturday morning.

* I missed the sexual connotation, no interest

Week One 2007

Job Status: Still looking
Gym work outs: Pilates, boxing x 2, weights, dance class, a couple hours of club dancing
Movies watched: Napoleon Dynamite, Eight Below, Mad Hot Ballroom
Reading: It’s called a break up because it’s broken
Money Spent: $50 on nephews present

Edging on an Eating Disorder

I picked up some photo’s recently I’m smiling and I can hardly recognise the girl looking back at me. I feel sick looking at chocolate, cakes, pies, and everything that’s so called bad for you! It’s an odd turn for the girl that always said she’ll eat anything and balance it all out with a little more exercise.

Interviews Week 2 (hopefully of few)

Does fire excite you?

I met with another damn recruitment consultant; this one was the worst of its kind. “Thanks for your resume, let’s go over it” I felt like hitting her over the head and say “why don’t you read it you fucking moron and then ask me questions” Instead I just go through step by step what is in black and white in front of her. After a few questions about ‘the direction I want my career to take’ she said “I work with administration, PA’s and reception roll, I don’t have anything for you” She then went to see if the lady that looks after property appointments was available. No, on holiday.

Wednesday I met with the BDM that called me out of the blue the week before. I couldn’t really call it an interview, it was more like “I worked with this person” “I know him” “Wow you know *insert name*?” After about 30 mins of chit chat, a brush of experience and expectations, he also said I would have to do a personality test. ‘Does fire excite you?’ only I would be asked that! He said I must meet the Regional Manager and State Manager. Oh cool… Two seconds later he pops back, they are on a conference call, he then asked if I wanted coffee and like to wait – I had to conduct an open house inspection for an hour (great hard work for a day) coincidently he knew the principle of the business too. The property world is so small.

I came back, met with the 3 of them, I felt like it was more like meeting for lunch (ohhhh I remember one interview that was over lunch, lunch at Kingsley’s. Drank too much and still got the job). Well, bottom line for this position: I meet with ‘the boss’ when he get back from overseas in a couple weeks. If we get along I have the job – not bad considering I didn’t even submit a resume hehehehehe

Something’s in the Air

I don’t know what it is today, I was at WBJ, either all the men have got better looking this year or I’m seriously on heat!

Random Quotes from NYE

Vikki – “Your tits look huge in that dress”
Mum – “That’s because everything is big”

At the party…

Rali – “That’s a nice dress”
Me – “I wore it to my 21st b’day party”
Rali – “is it stretchy?”
Me – “Yep, very”

New Years Resolutions

I can't help it laugh at this one. I picked up my resolutions from last year and thought I best evolve from them first.

A grand old fuck you to 2006!

Welcome 2007

+ I will look after me. Body. Mind. Heart.
+ I will loose the 6kg I put on in the last 3 months - Must loose the 10kg I've put on in the last 15 months
+ I will take better care of my diet
+ I will commit to a work out regime again
+ I will nurture my relationships with family and friends
+ I will become less obnoxious with my own opinions
+ I will leave the past year in the past
+ I will look outside the square for employment opportunities - who thought I would be doing this again?
+ I will continue to look for a property to purchase as soon as I find stable work - again
+ I will believe (really believe) being alone is not lonely
+ I will not take the first job offered to me unless I firmly believe it is worthy
+ I will not work 7 days a week for long time periods - done.
+ I will not go out with a man I don't feel I have sincere intentions
+ I will not feed my hunger for attention from the opposite sex
+ I will not have another 1 night stand Oops for 2006 + I will not sleep with someone I just met that night
+ I will not let myself become anymore bitter nor cynical - I don't think its possible to be anymore cynical than I already am
+ I will not allow other peoples frivolous opinions influence me

NEW

+ I will not do anything I'm not 100% comfortable doing

+ I will take a positive outlook on my life

+ I will take a risk this year

+ I will travel to a place I've been dreaming to go

+ I will take responsibility for my actions

+ I will not blame anyone else for my failings

Quotes of the 2006

"My plans for 2006 are to fuck my way around the 64 nationalities competing in the world cup" Julia

"All the good ideas are already taken.... Cult dating... GONE" - MFL

“Your general reputation goes up a couple of notches for tequila and milkshake suggestions!” - Cibby

"Sat night is for meeting new men - not seeing old ones" Me

"What were they thinking? Sheduling 50 cent and James Brown on the same night?" - Raelene

"Marriage is the new black, luckily we are so colourful!" - Julia

"I have standards; they’re just not very high" - Vikki

"If you were male I would marry you!" - Julia

"You'll find a guy if your whilling to comprise on education" - Amanda

"you know it's time to start working out when you get a stitch during sex!" - Me

"It's great watchng gay porn with 3 straight girls" - Stephen last Thursday night

Tourist in my Own Town

It doesn’t get much better than this: Rali’s in town, we met at Watson’s Bay Hotel for an early dinner, the sun setting on our glorious Sydney Harbour. Rali had never been to Opera Bar so after a little commitment on my behalf, off we went to introduce her.

Thursday I went to Toronga Zoo. Great sunny day, the Elephants have a beautiful new home and of couldn’t be better. How wonderful is this city!!!!

Candlelight on the Mistletoe

I'm not being blinded by the silly season. I'm beginning to see the light...

When he returned from his 2 week working stint in the States he called me within 25minutes of arrival, I went straight over to his place, and I couldn’t wait to have 120kg of man wrapped around me… We got along well as per usual; a couple bottles of nice red wine and a great catch up until the early hours of morning.

I spent Christmas Eve with him, a great lunch at Bronte Beach, it wasn’t the same. It’s all superficial to me. The way he talks to the waitress would upset me (green eyed monster) but I don’t feel jealousy I feel slight embarrassment, this waitress sees us together and the man is flirting with her.

He got up before I finished my lunch, this I find inexcusably rude, further to have a cigarette, I hate smokers! As soon as I put down my knife and fork he wanted to leave. It was déjà vu every time I went out with Tiz for a meal he would say ‘what do you want to do now?’ when I would be happy to sit and chat with a coffee for hours.

‘What do you want to do now?’… I felt my blood boil, I felt rushed during lunch. I shrugged, we ended up going for a walk from Bronte to Bondi, I got burnt (damn you Eastern European skin) I just wanted to go home.

He leaves again tonight for a week, nothing.

Maybe I’m comparing actions because last Thursday I found out from my account (of all people) that my last boyfriend got engaged on Wednesday night. Not even 18 months after I tried to woo me back.

The New Year around the corner, this charade will be over. It failed and very few people knew it was happening – just the way I wanted it, yea… maybe I subconsciously wanted it to that’s why I didn’t say anything? Naaa that argument could go in circles.

I never saw rainbows in my wine

Year in Review

I had planned my year in review to transport me back to New Years Eve in Fiji and reminisce the most wonderful way to spend a New Year celebration… Cocktail in hand on a beautiful balmy night, 4 individual fireworks penetrating the sky, lighting up just the small courtyard where we were dancing under the starts…

The year started well, but who would’ve ever guessed I would be in exactly the same place as I was a year ago. Unemployed. Single. Living with my mum.

I’ll look at the positive, I’m over my little cancer scare, my relationship with my sister has improved slightly, I’ve learnt something new everyday and met some wonderful new people I can genuinely call friends.

I’m welcoming 2007 with arms wide open, each year will be better than the last.

Happy holidays!

Buttons!

Button! I think of the Pussy Cat Dolls… Too much popular culture maybe hehehehe.. or maybe I want... anyway...

I remember one episode of Seinfeld when he has his stand up routine talking about spare button storage, he makes this animated charade looking in various little button draws – I want one!

I was looking for a button in my little antique–esque box, totally forgot it was broken, everything fell out. I need a labelling system, its not enough to just keep the button, sequin or thread on the garments tag, I need that button!

Get Rich Quick Scheme - Stolen from Under My Feet!

I have a million and one little ideas constantly running through my head. All little money breakers that I’ve never done the feasibilities, but adamant the ‘new business’ will flourish and I’ll be an instant millionairess, one that you read about and say ‘why didn’t I think of that’

This morning I was listening to the radio as I do every morning when I’m getting ready and what do I hear? My idea! NO! And the thing that got me, so much that I lost my breath, the logistics were ALL WRONG!

I can’t believe my idea is taken, just like Julia’s brilliant idea 2 weeks ago, gone (babe keep going with your other ideas, y arms were cold while you know what-ing). I was only talking about these great ideas last week over dinner with Cibby. That’s it, as soon as you vocalise an idea it’s gone.

Copy write. Patent. Trademark.

Cheer up time: Tell me your get rich quick scheme and ideas that were stolen and your remedy for royalties (I’m unemployed I need inspiration)

Interviews Week 1 (hopefully of few)

I had my first job interview on Monday with the only recruitment consultant I can bare to be in the same room, it must’ve been the most unprofessional meeting ever. The initial ‘I didn’t think I’ll be seeing you for at least another 3 years’, ‘your dress is so pretty’, back by ‘I love your suit’, general fashion overseas, ‘you’re a lady of leisure’ etc…’I have something you would be perfect for EA for a developer’.

Interview set Tuesday at Double Bay, I thought went all right, I never know with these things. I was probably too cocky, it was an EA position, in other words I think its below me, but it was paying well and local. 2 major facets of the business the agency practice which is commercial/retail sales and leasing and the property development, mostly backpacker hostels and hotel refurbishment – that’s what I’m interested in.

Feedback: ‘we are looking for someone with more retail/commercial leasing experience’. Well considering I’ve never had any real estate commercial /retail experience why the fuck was I put forward? Fucking waste of time!

Thursday interview with a recruitment consultant, I just have to make a point of saying recruitment consultants should not be allowed to be cute, I was fighting my urge to flirt. This is not the preferred manner I wish to present myself. Hehehehe…

Feedback from consultant: this position sounds like what you’ve been doing, I have a feeling it won’t be challenging for you – let me make that fucking decision!

Well it looks like this employment journey is going to be interesting and long, that’s what I get exiting the industry working for the best and taking a minor change.

On a positive note I had a serendipitous phone call, a guy from *insert company name* he had my details from 3 jobs ago, wanting to arrange a meeting to discuss some new products… Hmmm… I asked many questions, he asked me to come in on Monday and see if he can place me somewhere. Mostly sales orientated (I hate sales) but the consultants are spoon fed leads, there’s only the conversion. Ha! Easy! *snap*

A follow on from last weeks little Saturday job, a 2 hour open house inspection. I have another lined up on Wednesday, things are okay, I have to keep telling myself that. I finish one job on Tuesday and I have work on Wednesday, I shouldn’t stress… Deep breathes.

The Christmas Party

I attended yesterday, I wanted to go out with a little class, I wanted to see my QLD colleagues, try the food and really my MD would be more uncomfortable than me...

The lunch at Golden Century was spectacular, started with peeking duck, steamed dim sim (that I didn’t have, who knows whats in those) steamed oysters, the best oysters I think I’ve ever had, duck san chow bow. 2 huge mud crabs, one salt and pepper the other ginger and shallots, rainbow trout and crispy skin chicken all toped off with yummy fruit platter complemented through out with too many bottles of wine.

I went for the food.

Over lunch I was generally quite, I usually am wen I’m in a large group of people that I don’t feel comfortable around (I know a couple of you may disagree now that we’ve met face to face). Luckily I was next to ex-colleague from QLD, what a laugh, he’s such a great entertaining guy, its kinda a shame we didn’t work closer, I spoke to his wife more, fun chatter box she is!

I had fully intended to leave straight after lunch, but no, I stayed, drinks at The Loft Bar and I enjoyed the company of the new girl* and the QLD-ers like I said I would oh, and another glass of wine and port…

I’ve been invited to crash up in Mackay, see what the town has to offer in way of employment opportunities, there’s a lot of development up there, you know what, I may just do that – get away from this sorry excuse of a Sydney summer for a while!

I left by 7pm a great excuse being “I have to feed and walk the dog!”

Trick on me was, all that seafood and alcohol.. yea.. Another work Christmas party tonight, I’m her date.

*I did say new girl, they employ one person and get rid of me. I’m also the third person to be shown the door in less than 3 months.

Christmas office Party

I’ve been tossing this issue to and fro all week.

Today is the office Christmas party. This is the office that made my position redundant. This is the office that said; no we don’t want her working for us any longer…

It’s a lunch. I’ve agreed to attend only because there are a couple of my ‘former colleagues’ coming from Mackay to be here and I would like to see them. Oh, and we are going to Golden Century Restaurant, I’ve never been and really want to.

I’m still not 100% if I should attend.

Random-ness

I totally forgot about this!

Reason #98526 why I DO NOT use the public transport system

Bus ride into Paddington on Saturday night. I was sitting next to some random guy. He blew in my hair.

Seriously, he blew in my hair.

Who are these people? And why are they among us?

Yea… Ummm…

Further to yesterday’s post. I didn’t sign back into messenger yesterday, why? Too many demons 2 ex-boyfriends could potentially pop online, there’s 2 guys I’ve ‘been intimate with’ that I just can’t be bothered saying ‘hi’ and of course Dr D. At least he is good for a laugh.

Well since I haven’t been ‘on-line’ he decided to send through the following text:

Ello ello Miss N, aka Luscious Lustful Lass. Yes being down-sized sucks badly babe, however we should celebrate our mutual misfortune with some wow-wow fun and if our cyber chemistry translates only 25% into the real world, we’ll have an awesome time together, lol, BUT if it’s in the 90’s Buddha help us both.. Now what say you? STOP BLUSHING!!! Warm regards & ciao D. aka Naughty BAD BAD Boy

Gold! Absolute gold! I couldn’t come up with anything as genius as that!

Given my emotional roller coaster of the last couple days and I’m toey as a roman sandal – not doing so well today, I could take him up on the offer.

Just when you thought it was safe to go back into… messenger…?

It’s been a while - Dr D strikes again. I don’t use messenger often but now I’m at the office and leaving soon I thought I’ll pop on, within 3 seconds of singing in:


~ Spiritual ~ Chatterbox says:
FUCK ME
Miss N says:
gotta like that for opening messageMiss N says:
hi
~ Spiritual ~ Chatterbox says:
hi
~ Spiritual ~ Chatterbox says:
yes baby BUT youre so slow you'll be dead before you get around to that 4 hours of Nirvana, lol...~ Spiritual ~ Chatterbox says:
So let's celebrate Miss N with some wild yummy wow-wow sex I'll cook dinner and then we can be dessert
~ Spiritual ~ Chatterbox says:
lol
Miss N says:
Ahhh..
~ Spiritual ~ Chatterbox says:
surprise me and say YES
~ Spiritual ~ Chatterbox says:
lol~ Spiritual ~ Chatterbox says:
Im extremely talented
~ Spiritual ~ Chatterbox says:
lolMiss N says:
ha!
~ Spiritual ~ Chatterbox says:
seriously Miss N Im seriously impressive, lol... so "hah!" yourself
~ Spiritual ~ Chatterbox says:
and we'd be GREAT together, lol... we'd both have an awesome wow-wow time...
Miss N says:
really?~ Spiritual ~ Chatterbox says:
besides you love sex more than you let on, lol, and youre much wilder in the boudoir than you want people to know lol... but dont worry your secret safe with moi
~ Spiritual ~ Chatterbox says:
YES really

Not Here!

I couldn’t believe what I was reading.

Sex work to pay off a 'debt' is so common in Czech Republic, and throughout Eastern Europe.

I expect so much more from Australians and Australia.

Job Searching

I can't help find this hilarious!

The Best Scene from Modern Musicals..

There's something about this scene that just makes me wanna dance, sing and I really relate to the girl popping!

*slurp*

The Answer to Life’s Problems is at the Bottom of an Alcoholic Beverage

After my recent news of unemployment, I thought this is not the most important thing in my life, my life will not stop, I have so much on, so much to do in the coming weeks, the silly season is here and I'm partaking in everything I can.

This work things is a speed hump and this time I can say ‘at least I have my health’ unlike my last jobless period.

I must extend my gratitude to all my wonderful friends for their support and willingness to have a drink with me.

Love you all!!!

Friday night straight after work I had a birthday drink for my dad at The Dolphin Hotel.

Then Julia and I splurged on a great dinner at Bistro Moncur, French Onion Soufflé Yummm… Followed by the most delicious chicken meal I think I've ever had, the food was so rich neither of us could fit in dessert.

Well, when one door closes a window opens, I had just been commissioned to do some weekend work again, 2 hours at the most beautiful building in the city, a converted church into residential apartments starting from $690, 000 for a one bedroom without parking – kinda an 'in your face this is what you’re never going to afford' thing. No. Must stop that, one day I’ll be in the penthouse, right?

After my little work stint I met The Reverend Tim and his mates at WBJ for a little shopping – YAY! Big hug hello! Very exciting meeting another blogger for the first time! A million smiles! A nice cool beverage at The Eastern in the early afternoon hours…

I had a big night planned, boozin’ and shmoozin’ dinner and pub crawl with Cibby (my invitation was caught in the office spam filter a couple weeks ago, hence my little jealous post) I was to be Baz’s date for a party where I’d more than likely be seeing Sabre Boy. Since Tim and the boys were in town I invited them to join.

Dressed in Armani for that hint of confidence (much needed) V and I went to start out night at the Paddington Arms Hotel the starting point of our pub crawl, then the Light Brigade Hotel for a quick one, we walked down to The National, it was closing in 15 minutes – how did it get that late? With Paddo licensing restrictions starting to take affect we jumped on a bus that took way toooooo long into the city all due to the Robbie Williams concert.

When we finally arrived at The Arthouse to attend this party with an open bar, my mate had already left, he had witnessed some stabbing so called it a night – wuss!

We danced at The Hilton until someone had the idea of Karaoke… I generally hate karaoke, my voice is not a singing voice married with my daggy music taste, not a good idea in the past – I had an awesome time after my initial giggling and what am I doing here thoughts.

The sky was becoming lighter and jumped into a cab home for some shut eye. Not enough sleep later I was at J’s mum’s house for a little orientation as I’ll be house/dog sitting for the week. Couldn’t be better timing!

Part 2 of Dad’s birthday celebration was at The Lane Cove Steak House, 5 hours of eating and drinking, the most delectable steak smothered with béarnaise sauce, a couple bottles of red in the sun… I should not have driven home. 6pm I fell into bed for a cat nap.

I felt so good to be surrounded by friends and family all weekend. I have the best support network ever. A job will come and in the meantime life will not stop!

180

Well.

From my last post to now… A full 180

Retrenched.

Again.

3rd time lucky, maybe not.

Snippets

Managing Director: What are you doing?

scissors in hand, cutting paper down to size for new labels for my folders

Me: Procrastinating!

eyes wide and bright, smile ear to ear

MD: Do you want to get a coffee?

double smile and a nod

Me: Sure!

MD: okay, I’ll have a skim latte and get something for yourself.

I bouncy walk to my desk to get my office keys

Crazy scary guy in side Surry Hills alley: Good morning Miss

Me: Hello!

continue with bouncy walk and smile

Barista: Beautiful dress

coy smile, slight puff out of chest

Me: Thanks! (I place my order)

reading magazines why waiting for coffee, dancing a little to the lounge music

Barista: Latte and Flat White

walky-dance to counter

Me: Thank you! (a little too cheery)

walking out of coffee shop, bump into cute guy with coffees in my hand

Me: Oh, sorrryyy…

big big smile

Cute guy walking into coffee shop: Nice bumping into you

Me: thanks..

sheepish smile, step down and confidence bouncy walk up the hill

Its one good day!

chair dancing to Latin Jazz at my desk

The Gift Registry

I love gift registries, I mean I really love them. I have a wedding to attend in January, the bride and groom have 2 registries active. Peters of Kensington and Myer, someone needs to advise Myer that its 2006, seriously, no online shopping?

Well, after my rant a few weeks ago about the art of giving gifts now it’s my turn to purchase. So I figure as a wedding guest the bride and groom are spending $120 to $180 per person to attend (I actually know the exact amount, love my friends, they can complain about these things to me. Kosher weddings are expensive!) as a guest I should purchase a gift to the same or similar value as the cost of having me there.

I had a look at both lists, prices of items range $35 - $750, I figure the majority of guests would be spending the same amount as me, basing that assumption on the above theory, so I’ll try to get in early, not having to spend over my budget for the occasion.

The issue I have, there are a few items in ‘my price range’ that I dislike, I’m aware I shouldn’t impose my personal taste onto another. But I can not come to terms with putting money on something I don’t like. Is it wrong not to purchase a gift on a wedding registry that you don’t like when it is what they want?

A Movie and A Cause

Last night I wanted to just sit back relax and watch a bit of mind numbing TV before heading off the bed early and read the same page 6 times before falling asleep. An ideal Tuesday night when I have no plans nor care to make any (other than a possible dinner date to get me out of cooking, yep feeling that lazy)

What a turn of events, after making myself a light dinner, plonked myself on the lounge I saw a preview for 3 Needles and as World Aids Day was last Friday, which I fully intended to write a little something in support, but as far as I got was wearing red.

My eyes were fixed on the screen. 3 Needles is by no means going to win any awards for its brilliance however it displays bluntly that the virus doesn’t discriminate against sexual orientations, money, religion or borders. 3 stories of the Aids epidemic on 3 different continents

It opens with what the western world would see as a brutal genital mutilation in tribal South Africa. A coming of age ceremony for teenage boys by way of ritualistic circumcision which spreads the disease… We are then taken to a remote village in China where a black-market blood dealer collects blood from poor farmers and spreads the virus through dirty equipment and non-testing of blood. The virus wipes out entire villages and the blood dealer moves onto another town. The story in Montreal Canada introduces the viewer to the life of a porn star that’s contracted the virus, it’s a disturbing story as he passes his monthly tests by substituting his father’s blood to continue working, the rest of the story is far fetched to the point of ridiculous. The story goes back to Africa and the Aids–decimated plantation, where those infected with the virus are prescribed by the witch doctor to get rid of the infection is to have sex with a virgin. This results in rapes of children as young as 4 and attacks on the nuns coming to assist.

These aren’t just stories unfortunately, it wasn’t too long ago there was a man from Africa in Australia with the virus, he had infected 2 woman via unprotected sex, he didn’t find anything wrong with his actions.

I remember when a friend would always comment on my constant abuse of my body, bad food, not working out enough, late nights out, drinking too much alcohol. He would say to me ‘a moment on the lips is a lifetime on the hips’ it wasn’t until recently I was advised he has been battling the Aids virus for many years.

With that said, awareness heightened, this post is my little way of showing support for those unfortunate to contract the disease by innocence.

For all of out there, be safe!

Warmer weather = SANGRIA

Serving size: Serves 10 or more
Cooking time: Quick with advance preparation
This recipe can be prepared a day ahead. Add the lemonade just before serving.
Makes 1½ litres (6 cups)

INGREDIENTS
¼ cup (60ml) orange juice
¼ cup (55g) caster sugar
1 cinnamon stick
4 whole cloves
2 medium (480g) oranges, peeled, sliced thinly
750ml red wine (such as shiraz)
3 cups (750ml) lemonade

METHOD
+ Heat juice, sugar, cinnamon and cloves in a small saucepan, stirring, until sugar is dissolved.
+ Pour over orange slices in large bowl or jug, cover, refrigerate for several hours or overnight.
+ Remove cloves and cinnamon.
+ Add wine to the orange mixture.
+ Just before serving, add lemonade.
+ Serve in wine glasses.

Re-Established Blog

Over a year has past since I last posted on my other blog on my local area and after a short conversation with Sarah I decided to re-vamp her (the blog that is)

5 Streets Eastern Suburbs

I'll try to update weekly on the best parts and the worst of Sydney's Eastern Suburbs (not that there are any bad parts)

Requests are also welcome.

If you want to join and tell the blogworld about your 5 streets, feel free and drop me a line and I'll link!

The Best Call!

My friend RC called me! *squeals* This is a guy I went to Tafe with in 1997 and then we ended up working together while studying for 2 years.

This is just so totally out of the blue!

He is such an awesome guy after our ‘late shift’ each Wednesday night we would head down to Bill and Tony’s for dinner followed by a long chat under the stars at Lady Mrs Macquarie’s chair while watching the cargo ships go by…

I remember one night, he was driving, we were at lights in Bondi Junction we had Next, Too Close playing (on CD) and we pulled up along another car that had the same song playing – when we scoped out the adjacent car, he was all “hi mate, how you doing?” I was speechless! It was Jez!

About 5 years ago he moved way out west, I was seeing Mr Possessive thus our friendship slowly dissipated.

I’m so excited! We are catching up next week for dinner and chat like old times.

I can’t wait!

Week Blah End

So, a weekend where no plans were on the horizon I usually view with open arms, I tend to enjoy being able to do whatever takes my fancy when the fancy strikes, however this weekend I wanted some excitement.

Friday afternoon I finished work 5:00pm on-the-dot and dashed to the local to met Julia for a quick drink at The Clock, I love that we can be chatting, emailing all day and when we see each other we have so much to say we’re off in 37 different tangents, then have to work back to find out what instigated the topic, everything was covered in an hour. Skin graph tests will be scheduled.

I was home in time to watch the 6pm news headlines and almost fell asleep on the lounge, why was I so tired?

M called on his way home from work, took a detour past my house, dropped off my birthday present and handed my the keys to his new s4 audi to ‘take for a test drive’ this car is sex on wheels! HOT!

M and I went for a couple drinks at The Golden Sheaf, so many people, it’s a Friday night. Don’t these people have anywhere better to go? M has only been there with me on a Sunday afternoon, he doesn’t come east very often, you know, the big bad bridge issue. He was pleasantly surprised by the amount of eye candy on parade and then shocked as 80% of the Roosters team walked past us, it’s the eastern suburbs! I exchanged acknowledgment nods with one of the more distinguished players on the team then questioned to high hell as to how I know him…

We left early, but, I still had his keys… I took the long way home.

As the good little girl I have been of late, I was up at the gym at 8am Saturday, why are there so many people are there so early? When I got home I came to the realisation I didn’t have anything to do all day. For some reason it upset me… to get over it, I gave myself a full body scrub, put a treatment through my hair, mani / pedi and plonked myself in front of the tele and watched Great Expectations.

The day drifted so slowly.

Saturday night i attended a dinner at Anahita, Persian restaurant in Lane Cove, I was invited by a sweet adorable girl I met at fencing. I felt thrown to the wolves, Jane was invited by a girl she goes to Uni with and she was the only person she knew, there I was all dressed up like a designer whore (from being in cargo’s singlet and thongs all day I needed to dress up) I’m not good in large groups, I turn into this little introverted person I don’t know or like, I thought the best conversation starter be “How did you meet?” “We met in biblical studies, and these are my friends from church” Oh, I’m an avid atheist, I look around at the guests she gestured to, they are looking in my direction, oh no, how do I get out of this one, “that’s fantastic” drop it drop it drop it… “what religion are you?” fuck, “I was brought up Church of England” okay, that should be alright, I’m not lying, that’s a sin for church going people. I look at Jane for some assistance… She’s caught up in another conversation – help me. “Do you go the church?” I couldn’t hide my initial reaction, you know that one of not ever willingly, “No I don’t go unless it’s a wedding, christening etc...” I’m putting in my best effort “why don’t you go more often” I’m not going to get into this. I loathe religious talk and speculation. “I don’t attend as I’m atheist” the questions rolled on, “Have you read the bible?” I couldn’t believe this! Why am I here? How do I get out of this? Attention was on me, “I’ve only read bits and pieces of the bible when I went to a catholic school” this has to end. “Anyway, I don’t care to speak of religious beliefs on first meetings”

Jane caught my eye and apologised, she had no idea. As soon as we finished dessert, we were outta there.

Sunday I decided to take myself out to Leichhardt, I have no idea why, I just haven’t been there during the day for the longest time, thought of it and couldn’t escape my mind. I did a quick run through my phone to see who I could invite, I just continued to scroll, I was in one of those moods… I went solo, i thought of going to the little car memorabilia store to pick up a Ferrari cap for my nephew, he loves Ferrari, if I had it my way I’d try to convince him to go Porsche. The store has closed and been replaced by a Thai massage parlour – is nothing sacred? (Yes I consider a Ferrari memorabilia store sacred!)

I had lunch while reading the paper, enjoyed a coffee people watching and there was something about the day, I wished for a second that I had a boyfriend (or alike) to join me for Sunday lunches. Damn it! I bought a DVD and some kitcheny stuff went home and plonked myself back in front of the TV and watched Take the Lead, could there be a more clichéd movie?

I slept badly and no back at work for another week, what is this weather? Bring on summer? I know it’s going to be one hell of a busy week, my boss in on leave. I’m just so happy I have next weekend to look forward to… Let the time fly…

Disturbing as well as Fun

Sitemeter directions???

“Bang my sister” – this is just nasty!
“Giving knives as presents and pennies” – we established giving knives isn’t a good idea
“Who sang mirror mirror on the wall” – refer to my previous post on Snow White
"We come from the land down under” – Yep, I’m proud to say I do!
“Fighting Girls” – Hmmm... Whatever..
“Lemonchello recipe” Naaaa… You have an ol’ school Italian gentleman make it for you
"Marry someone who loves you more" – Of course
“How many episodes did the first season of Entourage have?” I’m so addicted to this show – 8 episodes.
“Inspirational religious stories” – most definitely directed to the wrong blog
“Is the "Holden Barina" a "girlie" car” – no two ways about it. YES!

Who are these people? Why do they live among us?