purple and brown

observations

for some reason the ever-reliable traditional finnish distracting method of pointing and yelling 'look, a reindeer!' does not work on project managers and producers as they sneak up on you...

note to self: must come up with a local equivalent.

what a bender!

right. last week was just a non-stop bender.

on tuesday i was dragged out by the pool queen. she was bored with her group of youngens for entertainment and wanted to just catch up over a drink or two. we found a nice cosy pub with a pool table and were joined by the frenchman. a few laid back drinkies with good food and pointing and laughing over the pool table never fails to entertain my simple little mind. bliss.

the same pub happens to have a pool comp running every wednesday, so naturally we were back on board the following day. sans frenchie, but the tiny lil finnish pool queen picked up a whole fan base within a couple of games. by the end of the night not only were we on first name basis with half of the pub, but there was also a strong fan-base rooting for the little foreign chicky to kick some native arse. she did too... until she was set against the only sober bloke in the bar (personally, i consider not drinking while playing as cheating, but as usual, no one asked me...) and got her arse kicked.

on thursday i was really looking forward to a quiet night at home, but of course that was not going to happen.

one of the uk big shots of our company was over in sydney for the week and decided to take the whole office out. we started with cocktails and pizzas downstairs and ended up continuing to the cross. a couple of drinks at zachary's (sp?) and while the plan was to hit a strip club, we somehow got distracted into melt on the way. great live funk and cranberry vodka's rok.

friday was a riot at the office. i dare say the whole office was more or less drunk till lunchtime.

i took a train straight after work and headed over to newcastle for the w/e. the night ended up being quiet drinkies while catching up with deviant's friends. all very good fun.

saturday was an awesome day and we spent most of it outdoors. somehow we ended up shopping tho. now i wonder how that happened? while i scored a gorgeous winter coat for myself (will post a piccie as soon as i have enough time to take one), deviant went and bought himself a pinstripe suit.

i have not seen deviant in a suit before and let me tell you bunnies, it was the hottest thing i have seen in my entire fucken life! there he was, trying on a dozen or so suits while i'm enjoying the show and desperately trying to hide the drooling. fuck me dead!

from now on i will be using any and every excuse i can to get that man suited up. un-fucken-real.

saturday night was citronella's house-warming party and it was prolly the worst party i have attended in my life. there was no intelligent life present whatsoever, and i dare say combining the brain cells of ALL the other attendees would amount to the equivalent of a block of play-doh. fucken waste of oxygen the lot.

on top of the party sucking, it took us about an hour of freezing our arses outdoors before we were able to score a cab. for some reason i always seem to have cab issues in newcastle.

despite the pain of saturday night, sunday was wonderful. we spent the majority of the day just sitting in the sun by the beach hugging a delicious takeaway coffee. to top off a delightful day, deviant pulled off the part of the perfect boyfriend and drove me back to sydney. not only did i get to enjoy his company for longer, i also got cuddled to sleep last night and got to wake up next to him. couldn't really think of a better way to start off a week.

...now if only the medical companies would come through with the off the counter hot swap livers already.

presents? i love presents!

sometimes mates can be pretty awesome.

when i got to the office this morning, i found this lil prezzie on my desk:

'PRESENT!

(NO MILKS WERE
HARMED IN THE MAKING
OF THIS TREAT)'

now as some of you bunnies may know, i'm lactose intolerant which makes such treats a very sparse luxury. and it was oh so yummy!

this lil surprise combined with the fact that i got to start the week by waking up next to my gorgeous man, makes me think that this is going to be a very good week indeed...

just came up with a name for the adhd finnish chicky. she shall be known as 'the pool queen' from now on.

potts point blues

fuck me dead. it took me AN HOUR to score a cab this morning. there i was, standing at the side of the road in my dress and heels with an umbrella. for sixty fucken minutes! bloody hell. i was not impressed.

now i'm in the warm and dry office, hugging a hot coffee and listening to the new bjork album. so all is well. especially considering its friday.

as a bonus, it looks like i've got a very exciting night ahead of me...

chicks & steaks!

yet another great social night out.

just as i was leaving the office yesterday, i get an sms from miss pearl inviting me out for a steak and few drinkies. what a brilliant idea and the timing couldn't have been better!

so i pick the laydee up on my way home and off to bourbon we go. great steak bunnies, highly recommended.

last week she cooked this beautiful dinner for me, and we decided that we need to catch up more often, so this was just what the doctor ordered. in fact, we plan to do the grownup thing soon, and cook a couples dinner at her place including mr hero and deviant in on the fun. that'll be interesting.

i seriously miss our daily coffee & bitching sessions. it was so de-stressing and therapeutic. mebbe we can turn this into a weekly/fortnightly ritual to serve us both with a bitching fix? i reckon that would be the go.

and on the subject of the weekend: deviant is driving down tonight and looks like i have a couple of entertaining days ahead of me. we might be catching up with sunshine tonight? and tomorrow we are going to go and see pg's new artwork. hopefully we'll be able to arrange it so that we can take the finnish chick with us. i reckon she'd love pg's work just as i do.

speaking of which, here's a grad day photo of me and pg. i had the shits with the whole ceremony by this time, so i had already returned my silly hat. but how gorgeous is the dress? you just can't go wrong with pleated lace...

tho sunshine's comment was something along the lines of 'only YOU can go and pick up a fucken university degree with cleavage!' heh. bastard.

savant mussels in white wine aplenty

i was a cranky lil chicky yesterday. must have been hormonal or someshit.

at the end of the day - with no real reason - i just sat there by my work desk absolutely fuming and hoping that no poor unsuspecting soul would choose that moment to approach me.

luckily no one did.

as soon as i could, i escaped before spreading my evil mood on the people around me. it was weird. i could just feel this overwhelming bad energy that i was unable to shake off.

the frenchman had called earlier to invite me out for a catch-up over a drink or a few. which sounded like the perfect plan. either he'd cheer me up or i could unleash my wrath on his scrawny lil napoleon arse. either way it sounded good to me.

we started at the world bar with a couple of funny irish men and then continued to a wanky lil e-bay restaurant and met up with this lovely friend of his.

the dinner ended up being heavily marinated in alcohol and absolutely delicious. the fact that both the frenchie and the his friend were intelligent and opinionated people who enjoye a good heated discussion on random wanky topics only made the experience better. its funny how you can flame up a passionate verbal battle over something as removed as the inner workings of an idiot savant brain.

all in all a good social night out that did wonders in helping me shake off all that negative energy.

bad but happy lil chicky

shit. i've been pretty bad with this blogging thing lately, haven't i bunnies?

there's a lot going on in my life i suppose, but it's at a stage where i don't necessarily feel comfortable ranting on about it quite yet.

while there's been Big Questions[tm] to deal with, i've also been very busy socially due to deviant's visits, catching up with the adhd finnish chicky (i still need to come up with a name for her...), catching up with miss pearl and there's also all sort of cool social shit happening with my workmates.

its all very, very good, but i don't have that much time to spend at home sitting in front of my computer anymore. i'll try to be a better girl from now on again.

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last week & weekend were fantastic.

first i had an absolute ball catching up with lisa on thursday. we spent the entire night sitting on her balcony enjoying the stunning view. she kept pouring sauv blanc aplenty down my throat while she cooked me an incredible moroccan feast. the food was nothing short of divine! and i have to admit that i miss the chicky like hell! its just not the same going through a work day without having the compulsory bitching session with the morning coffee.

on friday, i caught up with the finnish chicky to do another lecture on why i love australia: i taught her the meaning of the magical lil letters 'byo' when it comes to restaurants. we fetched a couple of bottles of white and went to this nice lil thai restaurant and had a drunken feast. she was VERY impressed.

we had a ball and by the time we were reaching the end of the second bottle, deviant showed up and we continued the night at baron's. all in all a good night out.

on saturday morning we drove down to canberra with deviant for the w/e. the gorgeous man spoiled me with a dinner of dozen oysters kilpatrick and fuck me it was good!

i ended up spending the majority of the w/e sitting on the back porch petting the dog and soothing my soul with the beautiful scenery of endless pace and paddocks with cows for as far as i could see.

there is something incredibly soothing about the four elements: whether its large bodies of water, endless landscapes of paddocks and space, an open fire to warm you up or a beautiful summer breeze - it all just fixes you down to the core.

in a nutshell: life is good and i'm a very happy lil chicky.

its all good

today is good day. no, a great one.

i wake up to an email announcing that my visa application was approved, the past two days spent rugged up in my bed resting seems to have worked wonders on my flu and i feel so much healthier, i received a phone call from deviant that made me feel so much better than i have for the past few weeks and now my mates once again showed how wonderful they can me.

today i love my life. today the world is a wonderful place. today i am smiling.

note to self: there is a reason why home brand mouthwash is only $2.49 when a bottle of listerine is $7.95

graduation retrospective

right. graduation. where the fuck should i begin?

in short, it was a bloody catastrophe.

the venue was even cheaper and dodger than last year, which alone was nothing short of a miracle. and naturally, since i had equipped myself with the hottest brand new black leather pumps and a skimpy lil black dress, the weather was a textbook example of a torrential downpour. great.

little did i know that this was merely the beginning.

see, this was supposed to be A Big Day. i was graduating with first class honours and on top of that scored a university medal that was presented at the graduation ceremony. nothing quite like strutting the red carpet with a medal in one's hand to stroke that academic wank of an ego.

well, there i go, waiting for my moment in the spotlight and watch my good uni mate pg strut through the carpet and pick up his perty lil trinket. next was going to be me. fantastic, i thought. this is it.

i hear my name announced - ignoring the fact that she made it sound like i was bloody italian - there i go stepping on to the red carpet. walk up to the dean to shake his hand. my moment.

well guess what the old geezer decides to ask? 'is your family here to celebrate with you?' no you fuckwit. and haven't seen any of them for years. thanks for reminding me.

but wait. it gets better.

instead of handing me my trinket, he just gets rid of me and sends me walking off the stage. furious, i return to my seat and spend the rest of my ceremony cursing him to the lowest of all hells while staring at my precious trinket sitting on the table in the middle of the stage.

so eventually, i end up receiving my university medal in the janitor's closet from the fucken janitor. the cunt had the balls to shake my hand too. congratulations my arse.

but as usual, that's not all.

as the icing on the cake, my honours supervisor ends up pouring his coffee into the bright white velvet lined box holding the trinket.

motherfuck.

*sigh*

its been an amazing week.

like stealing a slice of goodness from under the nose of reality. i've been spoiled rotten like the feline goddess i am, purring in ecstasy and losing myself in the hedonistic wonderland of the moments when time seizes to exist.

unfortunately, like the ever certain might of mr. murphy, you can be sure that the inescapable grip of real life will tighten its hold on you eventually, and propel you on a collision course towards the harsh concrete floor of reality. the better the escape, the harder the impact.

i fear this will be rather painful bunnies.

speaking of mind boggling shit

nine inch nails brings star trek closer...

mind boggles

nin - hurt


sad kermit - hurt


johnny cash - hurt

pressies? my favourite!

how good are mums?

i (finally) received a parcel from back home. mum has a knack for packing these perfect post packages of lil pressies and surprises. this one included everything from candy to finnish quality cosmetics and even a book in my native language. that'll be a delight to read.

however the reason i've been waiting for this parcel so impatiently, is that i knew it would contain a full length piece of marimekko kaiku 560! she even included a packet of matching napkins. how awesome is that?

now all i need to do is to figure out how to rig that up on my wall...

posting spam: idiot of the week

'...but it worked so well for the coffee shop down the road...' rofl!

the quiet ones

you know the way they say to 'always watch out for the quiet ones'? i think they might just be on to something on that one.

see, i got a new neighbour a few weeks ago. i've seen him a couple of times and he's the typical nice, quiet and cute young man. hasn't caused any trouble or noise apart from the initial few hrs of kitchen renovations and moving in. an ideal neighbour really.

or so i thought.

last night i was being a good girl and got to bed relatively early. only to be woken up a few hours later by these weird yelping sounds.

there i was, lying in bed trying to figure out what the fuck was happening when my groggy brain began to slowly put two and two together, and make sense out of the combination of the rhythmic *thud* *thud* *thud* and the "oh - oh - oh!" yelps. this went on for about 10 minutes and a silence followed. 'good on ya!' i thought and tried to get back to sleep.

but no. this was not it. a moment later her yelps returned with more volume starting from 'OOH - OOH - OOH!' and building up steadily to a ridiculous nocturnal concerto that seriously does not happen in real life.

clearly he was trying to kill her and she was screaming for her life OR she had just watched a few too many pornos in her time. i mean, give me a break! think of a movie in the style of american pie and the way they'd present an over-the-top-screamer. now place her in the next door apartment behind a paper-thin wall, and you are starting to get an idea...

the 45min built-up climaxed (pun intended) into a hilarious 'OOOH MY GAAAWD!' scream as my downstairs neighbour's kettle simultaneously boiled over and she opened her window to shout 'OH, SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY ! ! !'

i was actually laughing out loud! fucken hilarious!

mind you, i hope it was a fling! while it was entertaining last night, if the screamer attempts to become a regular visitor - i kid you not - i will strangle her with my bare hands.

what a conundrum

right. i prolly have ranted about this before, but in case you haven't been reading: i don't do broadcast media.

it shits me. i don't own a telly and i don't listen to radio. and i believe my life is just that little bit more fulfilling because of this decision. (yes. i'm also a pretentious wanker, but then again you've prolly figured that one out already...)

my aversion to broadcast media can be boiled down to three major issues:

1. i don't like to be told what to watch and when
   the idea that i'd be lined up with the rest of the brainwashed herd, only to sit back and consume the so-called entertainment on someone else's terms just doesn't sit right with me. i want to choose what i watch and when i watch it.
   
   i don't want to shorten my night's sleep just because something i want to watch is on late at night. i don't want to be forced to choose between two or more interesting programs just because the competing channels are broadcasting them at the same time. and i most certainly don't want someone else to dictate a menu for me to choose from based on what the average viewer might be interested in.
   
   cause let's face it, the average viewers are people, and people in general do not have a brain. and if they do, they're not likely to use it cause its so much easier not to. why think when the people on telly can do it for you?
   
   
2. i can't stand ads
   the bad, loud, annoying and ever repetitive advertising just drives me to unparalleled rage. instead of forming my shopping list, ads are more likely to form the list of stores and brands that will never see my money. i don't eat kfc, i'd never rent an apartment from l.j. hooker(dot-com) and i would NEVER buy anything from fantastic fucken furniture. and yes, i am satan's little helper myself. heh.
   
   
3. the poor quality of the available entertainment
   yes. its shit. enuff said.
   

well. the dilemma is, that i got a joost account. am i going to stay on my high horse and continue the foaming in the mouth rant, or will i succumb and start watching?

the temptation with joost is that the time issue is removed. i can choose what to watch and when. awesome i thought. and tested.

after a brief testing - spent a couple of hrs watching some indie flicks available on joost - i came to realise that while the biggest problem in broadcast media is fixed, the two other issues still remain.

the ads on joost are - if possible - even more fucken annoying than on telly or radio. the ads are thrown on you - at twice the volume - every few minutes with no prior warning.

i was trying to watch this excellent emotive indie short flick on child prostitution, and the experience was just completely wrecked by MAYBE SHE'S BORN WITH IT - MAYBE ITS MAYBELLINE every few minutes. fucken intolerable. next time i need to buy a mascara, i will surely skip the maybelline one i'm using at the moment even tho i'm happy with the product. fuck that shit.

and what comes to the selection of entertainment, the issue with joost was not so much the quality of the programs available (as the indie flicks were great), but the problem was there's not that much to choose from. but that'll be prolly fixed as time goes.

the verdict? not that impressed.

i think i'll still stay telly free. i'd rather go to the movies or rent/buy a dvd so that i can at least enjoy my entertainment without interruptions.

besides, there's always diggnation. i am officially addicted. can i get kevin rose in a bottle on my desk? please? on the perfect male scale he's sharing the first place with dylen moran. yum.

forster retrospective

i've been so busy this week i haven't even had time to comment on the easter spent at camp-not-so-relaxo.

everyone seemed to arrive after dark on thursday night. the fact that it was not only dark but also pissing down did not help. i dare say it would have been more peaceful camping at kings cross.

luckily the rain (ridiculous torrential pours non-stop thu-sat) wore the (no longer) happy campers out and the chock-a-block camping ground calmed down by fri arvo.

we had a massive piss-up on friday night to ward off boredom. it was sort of accidental. i mean we were supposed to hit the boozer for only a couple of drinks to get out of the rain. this was at lunch time.

by 3pm the drinks started to appear with tequila/'quick fuck' shooters, and it was all down hill from there.

we were lucky enough to crawl out in time to hit the 7pm courtesy bus back to the camping ground. any more drinks and deviant would have struggled to carry me back to our tent. heh.

however, the real show started when the rest of the boys crawled back.

young master ace was running amok declaring (to the entire camping ground) that he had tagged and released some 40+yo mama at the disabled toilets.

he had also managed to get banned from the boozer, provoked the courtesy bus driver to call the cops on him, and undo abt a half of the ropes securing the nearby tents by getting tangled on the ropes while rejoicing his recent encounter with the native wildlife.

all in one night. what a champion!

or was until the point where he decided to start cranking out the worst bloody doof doof on this planet. this was where deviant drew the line. he struggles with electronic music at the best of times and young ace was certainly pushing it. deviant stormed out of the tent and the music died straight away.

i am not sure if the surrounding tents were cheering out of gratitude when deviant returned back to the tent, or for the fact that he didn't have time to put any clothes on before his crusade...

the next morning poor ace had the hung over of his life, and was making rounds tent by tent apologizing for the previous night. priceless.

citronella & deviant


camp-not-so-relaxo


citronella & deviant getting their arse kicked in soccer by the neighbouring ankle biters.