Well folks, I'd like to let you know that I'm on the prowl.
Yes, that's right. Anybody who knows of recent developments in my life may be surprised to learn this, but I am OFFICIALLY IN SEARCH MODE.
But i swear, THIS IS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!!!!
For about the last...ooh, 4 years, my walls have been empty, beige, lifeless. Since we left our Kew house, I haven't had any posters on my wall, I haven't had any photos, and I certainly haven't had anything in frames. A few months ago I remedied this somewhat and stuck a whole bunch of photos on my annoying opaque windows (I can't look through them, so I may as well look at my friends). Now this went a long way towards brightening up my room, but for a long time I've had an idea in my head of what I want for my one spare wall (one is a cupboard, one is windows, one is a tv and an aircon uni), and now I've decided to set about finding it. Actually Them.
I want two photos: one of a snow/mountain landscape, and one of an ocean/beach landscape. Two the same size, in the same frames. The difficulty I'm finding is, that decent sized photos like this are FRICKING EXPENSIVE!!!!! Now, if I find one I really like, I'm more than happy to pay a decent amount of money. However, most of the photographers websites I've looked at either oceans OR mountains, not both. Herein lies my dilemma: I need two photos exactly the same size, ideally NOT panoramic (my room is big, but not THAT big!). I figured that amongst all the people I know, most of whom have spent a considerable amount of time both at at the beach and at the snow or in the mountains, SURELY there are hundreds of photos I could have blown up and framed to put on my wall. Unfortuantely, I don't have room for hundreds, only two.
So what's my point, you are probably asking by now? Well, I am asking for submissions. If you have some good photos, that you think would look good blown up, and you wouldn't mind me printing them, framing them and putting them on my wall, SEND THEM TO ME!!!! Even if they don't look fantastic blown up, I might still put them up around the place. I may even ask you to sign them, and would perhaps even buy you a drink to say thanks (that's just the kind of generous soul I am!).
So without further ado, Friends, Countrymen, SEND ME YOUR PHOTOS!
Friday, July 27, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
weekly wisdom
People, I have something I feel I absolutely must share with you. Is that enough to intrigue you? Possibly not, and really, don't get too excited, because I am 100% confident that you've all heard it before. However, I am currently living the proof, and would like to share sunshine and happiness all around.
So without further ado, my wisdom of the week:
GOOD THINGS DO HAPPEN
And good things happen to normal people. Sometimes shit happen too, but that makes the good things all the more worthwhile.
As you were.
So without further ado, my wisdom of the week:
GOOD THINGS DO HAPPEN
And good things happen to normal people. Sometimes shit happen too, but that makes the good things all the more worthwhile.
As you were.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Resuming transmission...
Oh my goodness... i can't believe it's been a whole month since I've blogged about anything at all!!! I've recently discovered Facebook... that might have something to do with it. If you haven't discovered Facebook - STAY AWAY!!!!!! It's addictive.... but one of my friends commented on my "About Me" description over there, so I thought I'd put it here too.
Well I'm a little bit crazy, i'm a little bit fun, i'm a little bit different, and well.... i'm a whole lot girlier than I used to be. I'm a bit of a workaholic, but i love to shop and my sunday mornings are mostly spent sitting in a coffee shop reading a newspaper. I have my work email open on my computer at home at all times, and no matter what I'm doing or what time it is, I can't NOT read an email that's come through. I love my family to death, my siblings are some of the most brilliant people in the world. I try not to be judgemental, but it usually doesn't work. I like to try new things and be a bit random, but I don't really function well without some kind of routine... I can be slightly obsessive about big or little things, and I have previously had a habit of falling for people who are totally wrong. I like pink and I like silver, but I don't like them together. I'd like to think I'm open-minded, but I'm probably not as open-minded as I tell myself (and other people) I am. I like to argue, and I often get annoyed when people know more about something than I do and are therefore better equipped to win the argument. Oh, and I like to win. I know lots of useless random things, which I think comes from reading so much throughout my life. I like to write, but I don't want to do it as a job, because I think that would strip the joy right out of it. I can't live without music, but there is always music in my head, so luckily I will never have to. I used to love cold weather, but lately I have been constantly freezing and have come to adore the heat. However, I still don't like the heat if I have to get things done - heat is a holiday thing. That said, 25-30 and sunny is perfect for anything. Except skiing, it's just too hot to ski in that kind of weather! I'd like to think I have high standards. Some people think they're too high, but i'm not really one to compromise, especially not about the important things in my life. I spend too much money, I always have. If I want something, usually I'll buy it. I go on holidays as often as possible. I used to live at home out of necessity, but now I live there by choice. I really value and particularly the time I get to spend by myself, but I miss my friends if I don't see them much for a while. I'm ambitious, but often feel directionless, although less so in recent times. I can at times be both extremely indecisive but also very stubborn- it all depends on my mood. i'm a very emotional person, though I try and pretend I'm not. I get shitty when I get stressed which, thankfully, doesn't happen very often. I'm extremely well-organised professionally, but in all other aspects of my life I leave things until the very last minute, by which time I have to rush to get them done on time. I'm often running late, but I HATE being late. I hate being kept waiting, but there are a select few people that I always expect to be late, so getting annoyed is pointless. I'm a contradiction, and I can't explain myself, but this was my attempt.
Well I'm a little bit crazy, i'm a little bit fun, i'm a little bit different, and well.... i'm a whole lot girlier than I used to be. I'm a bit of a workaholic, but i love to shop and my sunday mornings are mostly spent sitting in a coffee shop reading a newspaper. I have my work email open on my computer at home at all times, and no matter what I'm doing or what time it is, I can't NOT read an email that's come through. I love my family to death, my siblings are some of the most brilliant people in the world. I try not to be judgemental, but it usually doesn't work. I like to try new things and be a bit random, but I don't really function well without some kind of routine... I can be slightly obsessive about big or little things, and I have previously had a habit of falling for people who are totally wrong. I like pink and I like silver, but I don't like them together. I'd like to think I'm open-minded, but I'm probably not as open-minded as I tell myself (and other people) I am. I like to argue, and I often get annoyed when people know more about something than I do and are therefore better equipped to win the argument. Oh, and I like to win. I know lots of useless random things, which I think comes from reading so much throughout my life. I like to write, but I don't want to do it as a job, because I think that would strip the joy right out of it. I can't live without music, but there is always music in my head, so luckily I will never have to. I used to love cold weather, but lately I have been constantly freezing and have come to adore the heat. However, I still don't like the heat if I have to get things done - heat is a holiday thing. That said, 25-30 and sunny is perfect for anything. Except skiing, it's just too hot to ski in that kind of weather! I'd like to think I have high standards. Some people think they're too high, but i'm not really one to compromise, especially not about the important things in my life. I spend too much money, I always have. If I want something, usually I'll buy it. I go on holidays as often as possible. I used to live at home out of necessity, but now I live there by choice. I really value and particularly the time I get to spend by myself, but I miss my friends if I don't see them much for a while. I'm ambitious, but often feel directionless, although less so in recent times. I can at times be both extremely indecisive but also very stubborn- it all depends on my mood. i'm a very emotional person, though I try and pretend I'm not. I get shitty when I get stressed which, thankfully, doesn't happen very often. I'm extremely well-organised professionally, but in all other aspects of my life I leave things until the very last minute, by which time I have to rush to get them done on time. I'm often running late, but I HATE being late. I hate being kept waiting, but there are a select few people that I always expect to be late, so getting annoyed is pointless. I'm a contradiction, and I can't explain myself, but this was my attempt.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
brightly coloured boxes
I put my dreams in boxes so I can hide them from the world.
Sometimes though, I forget where I put the boxes.
I search for a while, trying to remember where they could be and how I could find them but eventually, I stop looking.
After a while, when I've put new dreams into new boxes, I've forgotten about the first set of boxes.
I can't tell anyone about the dreams in the boxes; I can't ask if anybody else remembers where I put them, because the whole point of the boxes was to hide the dreams from them.
This madness goes on, with most boxes going entirely un-remembered.
Occasionally though, I stumble across one of these boxes as I go about my daily business.
Sometimes they make me smile. Sometimes they make me cry, because now they're not dreams in boxes: now they are just memories of dreams and of things that could have been.
I don't think I have regrets, but every now and then I think I shouldn't box those dreams up right away, perhaps I shouldn't hide them, especially if I'm going to be careless and lose them.
But I just keep right on boxing.
Sometimes though, I forget where I put the boxes.
I search for a while, trying to remember where they could be and how I could find them but eventually, I stop looking.
After a while, when I've put new dreams into new boxes, I've forgotten about the first set of boxes.
I can't tell anyone about the dreams in the boxes; I can't ask if anybody else remembers where I put them, because the whole point of the boxes was to hide the dreams from them.
This madness goes on, with most boxes going entirely un-remembered.
Occasionally though, I stumble across one of these boxes as I go about my daily business.
Sometimes they make me smile. Sometimes they make me cry, because now they're not dreams in boxes: now they are just memories of dreams and of things that could have been.
I don't think I have regrets, but every now and then I think I shouldn't box those dreams up right away, perhaps I shouldn't hide them, especially if I'm going to be careless and lose them.
But I just keep right on boxing.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Workaholism
OK... you haven't seen or heard from me in a while... mainly I've been uninspired, but I've also been very, very busy. This afternoon I decided to slack off just a little, and read some newspaper online. I stumbled across this blog on The Age website.
It asks some questions, the answers to which supposedly help you to determine whether or not you're a workaholic. There are 20 questions. Apparently if you answer yes to more than three of them you MAY be a workaholic.
Count my answers and weep for me- I don't have time to, I've got to get back to work.
1. Do you get more excited about your work than about family or anything else?
MOSTLY
2. Are there times when you can charge through your work and other times when you can't?
YES
3. Do you take work with you to bed? On weekends? On vacation?
YES, YES, YES
4. Is work the activity you like to do best and talk about most?
MOSTLY
5. Do you work more than 40 hours a week?
YES
6. Do you turn your hobbies into money-making ventures?
NO
7. Do you take complete responsibility for the outcome of your work efforts?
YES
8. Have your family or friends given up expecting you on time?
YES
9. Do you take on extra work because you are concerned that it won't otherwise get done?
YES
10. Do you underestimate how long a project will take and then rush to complete it?
NO, i usually just leave it until the last minute and THEN rush to complete it.
11. Do you believe that it is okay to work long hours if you love what you are doing?
YES
12. Do you get impatient with people who have other priorities besides work?
I guess so... I get frustrated with people who don't make work a priority, especially if it means things don't get done.
13. Are you afraid that if you don't work hard you will lose your job or be a failure?
Lose my job no, Failure YES
14. Is the future a constant worry for you even when things are going very well?
NO
15. Do you do things energetically and competitively including play?
YES
16. Do you get irritated when people ask you to stop doing your work in order to do something else?
YES
17. Have your long hours hurt your family or other relationships?
It has likely made them non-existent, so I guess YES that's hurting them.
18. Do you think about your work while driving, falling asleep or when others are talking?
YES
19. Do you work or read during meals?
YES
20. Do you believe that more money will solve the other problems in your life?
What other problems? I have none!
It asks some questions, the answers to which supposedly help you to determine whether or not you're a workaholic. There are 20 questions. Apparently if you answer yes to more than three of them you MAY be a workaholic.
Count my answers and weep for me- I don't have time to, I've got to get back to work.
1. Do you get more excited about your work than about family or anything else?
MOSTLY
2. Are there times when you can charge through your work and other times when you can't?
YES
3. Do you take work with you to bed? On weekends? On vacation?
YES, YES, YES
4. Is work the activity you like to do best and talk about most?
MOSTLY
5. Do you work more than 40 hours a week?
YES
6. Do you turn your hobbies into money-making ventures?
NO
7. Do you take complete responsibility for the outcome of your work efforts?
YES
8. Have your family or friends given up expecting you on time?
YES
9. Do you take on extra work because you are concerned that it won't otherwise get done?
YES
10. Do you underestimate how long a project will take and then rush to complete it?
NO, i usually just leave it until the last minute and THEN rush to complete it.
11. Do you believe that it is okay to work long hours if you love what you are doing?
YES
12. Do you get impatient with people who have other priorities besides work?
I guess so... I get frustrated with people who don't make work a priority, especially if it means things don't get done.
13. Are you afraid that if you don't work hard you will lose your job or be a failure?
Lose my job no, Failure YES
14. Is the future a constant worry for you even when things are going very well?
NO
15. Do you do things energetically and competitively including play?
YES
16. Do you get irritated when people ask you to stop doing your work in order to do something else?
YES
17. Have your long hours hurt your family or other relationships?
It has likely made them non-existent, so I guess YES that's hurting them.
18. Do you think about your work while driving, falling asleep or when others are talking?
YES
19. Do you work or read during meals?
YES
20. Do you believe that more money will solve the other problems in your life?
What other problems? I have none!
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
cleanliness is next to...
I HATE BATHROOMS.
Yes, that's right, you read correctly: I hate bathrooms. In particular, I hate MY bathroom. GODDAMNIT, every time I turn around, the thing needs cleaning. EVERY TIME. Fairly obviously, this has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that last time I turned around I didn't clean it, but that's NOT THE POINT.
Neither my dear brother nor I are the neatest of creatures, and more often than not both of our bedrooms look somewhat like the Middle East in the 90s. However, despite being untidy, our rooms are quite CLEAN.
The bathroom is not.
I don't know how, I really don't, but that place is just a magnet for dust and hair. I have now reached the point that I can't even quite bring myself to clean it, because I know that within 5 minutes of making it sparkle, hurricane Jason will hit again and all of my hard work will be for nought. The most frustrating thing is that HE makes the mess (obviously I am clean and pure and therefore leave no dirt), but HE doesn't know how to clean. LITERALLY PEOPLE - the boy is nearly 24 years old and he thinks that I can't tell whether he's cleaned the shower or not. He HONESTLY believes that you can't see it. I've given up even nagging him to HELP me clean it any more, because I know I'll just have to do it all over again.
Really what it all comes down to is that to keep the bathroom clean, you have to actually consistently clean it, and as anybody who knows me knows, I HATE cleaning, and I am anything but consistent. It's just easier to hate the bathroom.
MUMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY PLEASE BRING BACK THE CLEANER!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Yes, that's right, you read correctly: I hate bathrooms. In particular, I hate MY bathroom. GODDAMNIT, every time I turn around, the thing needs cleaning. EVERY TIME. Fairly obviously, this has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that last time I turned around I didn't clean it, but that's NOT THE POINT.
Neither my dear brother nor I are the neatest of creatures, and more often than not both of our bedrooms look somewhat like the Middle East in the 90s. However, despite being untidy, our rooms are quite CLEAN.
The bathroom is not.
I don't know how, I really don't, but that place is just a magnet for dust and hair. I have now reached the point that I can't even quite bring myself to clean it, because I know that within 5 minutes of making it sparkle, hurricane Jason will hit again and all of my hard work will be for nought. The most frustrating thing is that HE makes the mess (obviously I am clean and pure and therefore leave no dirt), but HE doesn't know how to clean. LITERALLY PEOPLE - the boy is nearly 24 years old and he thinks that I can't tell whether he's cleaned the shower or not. He HONESTLY believes that you can't see it. I've given up even nagging him to HELP me clean it any more, because I know I'll just have to do it all over again.
Really what it all comes down to is that to keep the bathroom clean, you have to actually consistently clean it, and as anybody who knows me knows, I HATE cleaning, and I am anything but consistent. It's just easier to hate the bathroom.
MUMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY PLEASE BRING BACK THE CLEANER!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
200
200.
According to Google image, this is how to celebrate. Look and learn people.
Personally, I prefer to
However, I do feel that 200 posts is somewhat of a milestone and milestones should not go unaknowledged. So I am celebrating with a movie:
However, I do feel that 200 posts is somewhat of a milestone and milestones should not go unaknowledged. So I am celebrating with a movie:
That's right, i'm undercutting 300... come and see me instead... same price, alot less value (Cash only please, I don't accept credit card, and you pesky student card holders can pay the same price as everybody else).
oh. that doesn't really work, does it? Well, best get on with it then.
So...my 200th post eh? I've written alot of crazy things in the last 15 months... some of them on my blog, and some of them not! Sometimes you've probably been able to glean from my writing what's been going on in my life, and sometimes you probably just thought I was crazy and/or on drugs. I've been up and down and in and out and around - the world, my head, my life. Obviously, I'm not the most stable of personalities, so I hope that's provided you with some entertainment!
I didn't really start writing this blog for other people to read it... In fact, sometimes now I find myself wishing that none of the people who read it knew me, because I have to be quite guarded about what I write. I've often started writing a post, and then realised I couldn't possibly post it and had to change it- hence some of the things you read may make absolutely no sense if you don't know what's going on, which generally few people do (I like to keep you all guessing, ok?). There's no anonymity any more, and therefore less freedom... I like to bare my soul to the universe, but without ever having to be confronted by it in reality. However, whilst a readership who knows me in the real world has it's limitations, it has the upside that people can mostly keep up with my life without me ever having to specifically talk to them - get a blog, the ultimate lazy/busy person's "keeping in contact" tool!
Today, whilst I am in an absolutely fabulous mood for a number of reasons - mainly just because things are going right last night and today, I am feeling quite uninspired writing-wise. So, I don't have much that's witty or thought-provoking to mark this post, but I would just like to thank you all for reading, however regularly or intermittently, particularly to those of you who comment, and super-especially to those of you who read each post and realise that it's part of something bigger happening in my life at any given moment.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Pressure's Off
OH MY GOODNESS... I just logged into blogger, after many hours of fruitless pondering the topic of my 200th post. What does it mean? It has to be good... What can I write about? Does it need to be special? Should I dedicate it to someone/something?
Seriously people, I've spent alot of time thinking about this, and even going so far as to talk about it with some friends. I'm only thinking of you here, with all this effort. So i logged in, a few minutes ago... to have a look back through some of my old posts, searching for inspiration (i'm quite inspirational, you see?) only to be confronted by a very confronting fact: THIS IS ONLY MY 199TH POST.
Pressure's off...
FOR NOW!
oh crap. In making this my 199th post, I have now managed to heap the pressure RIGHT BACK ON MYSELF.
OK... how about we just forget about this whole 200th post business and go about our lives pretending it was never mentioned. I won't tell if you don't...
Seriously people, I've spent alot of time thinking about this, and even going so far as to talk about it with some friends. I'm only thinking of you here, with all this effort. So i logged in, a few minutes ago... to have a look back through some of my old posts, searching for inspiration (i'm quite inspirational, you see?) only to be confronted by a very confronting fact: THIS IS ONLY MY 199TH POST.
Pressure's off...
FOR NOW!
oh crap. In making this my 199th post, I have now managed to heap the pressure RIGHT BACK ON MYSELF.
OK... how about we just forget about this whole 200th post business and go about our lives pretending it was never mentioned. I won't tell if you don't...
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Musings
For your enjoyment, a selection of VERY random thoughts that have scurried through my brain over the last few days:
-Am i a high maintenance friend/colleague/acquaintance? Would I be a high maintenance girlfriend? I suspect yes.
-Is there a difference between being adorably neurotic and just fucking crazy?
-Do I expect too much from people?
-Geez my hair looks fabulous today (it really actually does... for the first time, like EVER, it's staying where I want it to go)
-I absolutely love my cute new jacket which is in a style I thought I hated until I tried it on (not realising it was a style I thought I hated)
-Am I too judgemental? ie. judging the jacket that I thought I hated, but proving myself wrong by trying it on, even though I wouldn't have tried it on had I realised what it was. Am I missing out on things I might like because I've decided I don't like them and therefore don't even try them?
-Does this mean I'm too judgemental of people? I guess this ties in with do I expect too much from people
-Why can't I have one consistent mood from now until forever? Or would that just be boring? But would it be better to be bored than to be up and down like a monkey on a tramampoline?
-Why won't blogger save my username and password so that I don't have to type it in every time I want to log in? Everything else on my PC comes up automatically. It's frustrating, especially since every time i tick the "remember me" button.
-Am I easily forgettable? or easily not think about-able?
-Why do I always remember things I need to do and people I need to call at 1am when it's too late to do anything about it, but never remember during the day when I CAN do something about it?
-Why do I find it so impossible to keep my room tidy? I think I have too much stuff. I need to un-clutter my life, but I like my stuff. Presumably the reason I bought it in the first place was because i like it.
-I need to get some art or photos for my walls - they are much too stark at the moment. Trouble is, it's the sort of thing that usually I think would be nice to say when people ask me what I want for my birthday, but then by the time my birthday comes around there are things I actually need (usually new runners, as I have got from my parents for the last 3 years in a row, because I keep leaving them in my car and they get stolen off the back seat. Luckily now I have a new car, hopefully this won't happen again *fingers crossed*)
-Why do I download music from itunes and pay for it instead of downloading it for free? It's not a moral thing, it's a lazy thing. My laziness is costing me money.
-Why am I so unmotivated about work at the moment? There just doesn't seem to be any fun in it.
And that's all for now folks. I have to get back to the grind.
-Am i a high maintenance friend/colleague/acquaintance? Would I be a high maintenance girlfriend? I suspect yes.
-Is there a difference between being adorably neurotic and just fucking crazy?
-Do I expect too much from people?
-Geez my hair looks fabulous today (it really actually does... for the first time, like EVER, it's staying where I want it to go)
-I absolutely love my cute new jacket which is in a style I thought I hated until I tried it on (not realising it was a style I thought I hated)
-Am I too judgemental? ie. judging the jacket that I thought I hated, but proving myself wrong by trying it on, even though I wouldn't have tried it on had I realised what it was. Am I missing out on things I might like because I've decided I don't like them and therefore don't even try them?
-Does this mean I'm too judgemental of people? I guess this ties in with do I expect too much from people
-Why can't I have one consistent mood from now until forever? Or would that just be boring? But would it be better to be bored than to be up and down like a monkey on a tramampoline?
-Why won't blogger save my username and password so that I don't have to type it in every time I want to log in? Everything else on my PC comes up automatically. It's frustrating, especially since every time i tick the "remember me" button.
-Am I easily forgettable? or easily not think about-able?
-Why do I always remember things I need to do and people I need to call at 1am when it's too late to do anything about it, but never remember during the day when I CAN do something about it?
-Why do I find it so impossible to keep my room tidy? I think I have too much stuff. I need to un-clutter my life, but I like my stuff. Presumably the reason I bought it in the first place was because i like it.
-I need to get some art or photos for my walls - they are much too stark at the moment. Trouble is, it's the sort of thing that usually I think would be nice to say when people ask me what I want for my birthday, but then by the time my birthday comes around there are things I actually need (usually new runners, as I have got from my parents for the last 3 years in a row, because I keep leaving them in my car and they get stolen off the back seat. Luckily now I have a new car, hopefully this won't happen again *fingers crossed*)
-Why do I download music from itunes and pay for it instead of downloading it for free? It's not a moral thing, it's a lazy thing. My laziness is costing me money.
-Why am I so unmotivated about work at the moment? There just doesn't seem to be any fun in it.
And that's all for now folks. I have to get back to the grind.
Monday, May 21, 2007
A little bit country... a little bit pop and roll
Dear Friends,
I have some big news for you all, and I'm really not quite sure how to go about telling you. To most of you it will be very surprising; some of you will be a little disappointed, I'm sure; some of you may even feel the need to re-think your friendship with me. Despite all of this, I feel it's my duty to keep you all fully informed.
It's regarding my recent itunes purchases, a subject which I'm sure you will come to realise, if you haven't already, I take very serously.
I'm just going to come right out and say it: I bought country music.
There. That wasn't so bad was it?
Are you reeling? I know I was... in fact, I'm still coming to terms with it. How did I suddenly start liking a genre that, until recently, made me feel like slitting my wrists? And people... I didn't just buy ONE song... i bought THREE. Keith Urban (he needs a haircut) and the Dixie Chicks. It is really the Dixie chicks ones I love though. There is something about any song that includes the lyrics "i'm still mad as hell," that just appeals to me.
This song was the first one... and I'm a little concerned that it may have opened the floodgates. Where to now? Do i try to go back to the place I was in before? That comfortable rock/pop/rnb land of happiness? Or do I explore this new and inexplicable discovery?
As I'm sure you can tell, i'm a confused woman. However, I'm sure that with the help and support of my family and friends I'll emerge from this difficult and uncertain time a better and stronger person, but possibly wearing cowboy boots.
I have some big news for you all, and I'm really not quite sure how to go about telling you. To most of you it will be very surprising; some of you will be a little disappointed, I'm sure; some of you may even feel the need to re-think your friendship with me. Despite all of this, I feel it's my duty to keep you all fully informed.
It's regarding my recent itunes purchases, a subject which I'm sure you will come to realise, if you haven't already, I take very serously.
I'm just going to come right out and say it: I bought country music.
There. That wasn't so bad was it?
Are you reeling? I know I was... in fact, I'm still coming to terms with it. How did I suddenly start liking a genre that, until recently, made me feel like slitting my wrists? And people... I didn't just buy ONE song... i bought THREE. Keith Urban (he needs a haircut) and the Dixie Chicks. It is really the Dixie chicks ones I love though. There is something about any song that includes the lyrics "i'm still mad as hell," that just appeals to me.
This song was the first one... and I'm a little concerned that it may have opened the floodgates. Where to now? Do i try to go back to the place I was in before? That comfortable rock/pop/rnb land of happiness? Or do I explore this new and inexplicable discovery?
As I'm sure you can tell, i'm a confused woman. However, I'm sure that with the help and support of my family and friends I'll emerge from this difficult and uncertain time a better and stronger person, but possibly wearing cowboy boots.
Friday, May 18, 2007
BSITWWW
It's official: I am the BEST sister in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD (BSITWWW).
Aren't I, brother dearest?
And now let me tell you why....
NOT ONLY did I answer my phone at 12.45AM when it rang and woke me up... but I hauled my ass out of bed and went and picked up my drunk-as-a-skunk trashbag brother. Then I woke him up this morning to make sure he didn't sleep in all day and fail to hand in his assignment that he was SUPPOSED to be doing last night instead of getting drunk, and I took him to a coffee shop to try and fix his hangover and enable him to (maybe sort of) function, and then I dropped him off at his car.
What happened after that is anybody's guess...
I would like to point out though, that as generous as it was Jase, your MASSIVE fart in my room at 1am is NOT adequate repayment for my generosity and selflessness. Nor is the half a bottle of water I poured all over you shortly afterwards adequate payback for the fart. All in all, you are WAAAAAAY in debt to me.
But don't stress your pretty little head about it all... I'll let you know when i need something from you!
Aren't I, brother dearest?
And now let me tell you why....
NOT ONLY did I answer my phone at 12.45AM when it rang and woke me up... but I hauled my ass out of bed and went and picked up my drunk-as-a-skunk trashbag brother. Then I woke him up this morning to make sure he didn't sleep in all day and fail to hand in his assignment that he was SUPPOSED to be doing last night instead of getting drunk, and I took him to a coffee shop to try and fix his hangover and enable him to (maybe sort of) function, and then I dropped him off at his car.
What happened after that is anybody's guess...
I would like to point out though, that as generous as it was Jase, your MASSIVE fart in my room at 1am is NOT adequate repayment for my generosity and selflessness. Nor is the half a bottle of water I poured all over you shortly afterwards adequate payback for the fart. All in all, you are WAAAAAAY in debt to me.
But don't stress your pretty little head about it all... I'll let you know when i need something from you!
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Around and about
WELL... WHAT a week it has been. Tumultuous, busy, crazy, emotional, exciting and just downright exhausting!
I, as per usual recently, have been totally all over the place. So let me start from the beginning:
Last friday was my dear eldest sister's 30th birthday. My other dear sister and her new hubby flew in from Singapore for the evening (yes, that's right, the evening) and we went out for a FABULOUS dinner at Bistro I in the city. When I say fabulous, I really truly mean it on many different levels: It's rare these days for our family to all be together, so when we are, it's very special. not ONLY that, but we were all in really good form (if I do say so myself!), so not only was it nice to have everybody there, but we all enjoyed it, there were no fights (not even the hint of an argument), no tired and grumpy people (particularly impressive for those who got off a plane at 4.45AM). The food itself was also fabulous (I'm loving this word, have you noticed?) and we went out for some FABULOUS fun and frivolities (ie cocktails and gambling) until the wee hours of the morning. Here is a photo of my lovely sisters and I enjoying ourselves (I promise the boys were there, they are just in hiding photo-wise):
Saturday was a lovely relaxing day, including shopping, eating, drinking and movies.
Sunday i dived a new wreck (the Courier, 42m), a submarine I've been to many times before and a beautiful reef. Conditions were beautiful at the top, not so great at the bottom - murky with HUGE surges, but hey, you can't have everything!
This week at work has been big - 8 people were made redundant today, and I've known for weeks it was going to happen. One is a very good friend of mine, the rest I couldn't really care less about. I felt bad that I knew but couldn't say anything, but obviously I COULDN'T say anything. I also feel a little bit bad that I think it's a good thing and I'm glad it happened... However, perhaps as karma for that my workload is about to probably double AGAIN (I will now be doing 3 peoples jobs), so AGAIN, i'll go through a period of being stressed out of my head and rushed off my feet at work while I settle into how to fit everything in.
It's officially 6 weeks today until I go away (yes, my dear sister kindly INFORMED my dad at the birthday dinner that I was going on holiday and would be taking a week and a bit off work - it actually worked quite well!), so my aim is to organised, to be fit and to be healthy for those 6 weeks, because otherwise I will be too exhausted to enjoy the first few days, and lord knows the first few days of that particular week will be exhausting enough without having hangover tiredness from work!
So... i'd better get back to it.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Hungry Jacks
My gift to women across the world:
It's as good a reason as any (and better than most!)
I can assure you guys, you probably don't really want to click on that link (Go on... DO IT!)
It's as good a reason as any (and better than most!)
I can assure you guys, you probably don't really want to click on that link (Go on... DO IT!)
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Worthy causes
Look, we're all busy people, but I genuinely believe that we should take time in our busy lives to contribute to causes about which we are passionate. Therefore I urge you all to click on this link and sign the petition to MAKE SURE PARIS HILTON GOES TO JAIL THE STUPID CELEBUTANTE COW.
A grateful world will thank you for the part you played, and one day, despite whatever else you may or may not achieve in your life, you will be able to tell your children that you took part in a worthy demonstration of your right to petition.
A grateful world will thank you for the part you played, and one day, despite whatever else you may or may not achieve in your life, you will be able to tell your children that you took part in a worthy demonstration of your right to petition.
A tribute (not to me for a change!)
As it is nearly mothers day, I thought I would write a small tribute. Not to my mum, but to my dad (makes sense to me).
This tribute will be in the form of dad jokes. That's right, you all know them, and I'm pretty sure you all have dads who make them. If you're lucky, you won't have inherited that particular bad gene, if you're unlucky, like me, you will find yourself unable to resist the urge to crack a really terrible joke at the most inopportune moments.
Without further ado, some standard comments with "dad jokes" responses:
Me: "Oh cool!"
Dad: "Actually, it's quite hot today"
Me: "See, I'm not just a pretty face..."
Dad: "Some would say not even..."
Me: *walks into the kitchen in the morning with beautiful peep toe shoes on*
Dad: "You look nice, but your toes are going to get cold"
Me: *walks into the kitchen with 3/4 pants on*
Dad response #1: "Ooh I think your pants shrunk"
Dad response #2: "Couldn't you afford a whole pair of pants Tam?"
Seriously... people need only listen to my dad for about four seconds before they work out where I got my sense of humour from. My mum finds it particularly frustrating, because often the things that Dad and I find funny, she doesn't. At all. Perhaps this is because they are often at her expense, but dammit... she's just provides TOO many opportunities!
This tribute will be in the form of dad jokes. That's right, you all know them, and I'm pretty sure you all have dads who make them. If you're lucky, you won't have inherited that particular bad gene, if you're unlucky, like me, you will find yourself unable to resist the urge to crack a really terrible joke at the most inopportune moments.
Without further ado, some standard comments with "dad jokes" responses:
Me: "Oh cool!"
Dad: "Actually, it's quite hot today"
Me: "See, I'm not just a pretty face..."
Dad: "Some would say not even..."
Me: *walks into the kitchen in the morning with beautiful peep toe shoes on*
Dad: "You look nice, but your toes are going to get cold"
Me: *walks into the kitchen with 3/4 pants on*
Dad response #1: "Ooh I think your pants shrunk"
Dad response #2: "Couldn't you afford a whole pair of pants Tam?"
Seriously... people need only listen to my dad for about four seconds before they work out where I got my sense of humour from. My mum finds it particularly frustrating, because often the things that Dad and I find funny, she doesn't. At all. Perhaps this is because they are often at her expense, but dammit... she's just provides TOO many opportunities!
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