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.

universe from the creator of we feel fine

universe by jonathan harris

another brilliant online work of art. not quite as easy to get lost in as we feel fine, but still very engaging and impressive. even more so after seeing this video of the artist discussing his work.

flatline

ooooof... when am i going to learn not to get sloshed on a school night?

see, i told you that i saw lou rhodes last night, right? well, i went there with e and birdy - two workmates of mine - and their dates. and everything went well up until the point when the gig finished and sunshine joined us with his mate captain anatomical wonder* in tow.

somehow we ended up sitting at broadway until way too late, finishing off way too many bottles of white, and enjoying yet another comedy club of pissheads competing in whose material was the most offensive and least politically correct.

in fact the competition was so fierce that the only thing we put more effort in was the drinking part. which naturally was not a good idea.

and i can tell you bunnies, this morning was not at all pleasant.

mind you it was made better by a text whinge from sunshine who was apparently even more hung over than i was. and what could possibly be more efficient in improving one's condition than comparing it to that of someone less fortunate?

(* the impressive nickname comes from a certain fucken annoying 5am phone call from sunshine. after kindly waking me up with no reason what so ever, he fucks off somewhere chucking the phone to his equally intoxicated mate, who then continues to explain - in painful detail i might add - his rather straight forward skank courting rituals based entirely on his self-proclaimed anatomical wonder)

i am in love

went to see lou rhodes at the gaelic club last night. she used to be the singer of lamb, but has since gone solo and acoustic.

she started the set with tremble (the video below) and i was gone from the very first notes. she's got the most beautiful voice and some of the lyrics are just so spot on*.

i fell so in love with her gentle tunes that i bought a signed copy of her cd. and i never do shit like that.

give her a go bunnies, she's definitely worth it.

(* if you venture out to her myspace, make sure you don't miss the track fortress)

free alcohol? my favourite!

how perty is that?

we went to an industry related happening on monday night with e - the other half of the creative team - and ended up winning a case of smirnoff a head. how good is that?

the pile is sitting at the end of our desk and i've been awfully thirsty ever since they were delivered. must be a pavlovian effect or someshit. while i can see a mighty hangover written somewhere between the lines, it is still a very perty sight indeed.

alanis still alive?

what a crack up! [via]

and just in case you need to be reminded of the sheer brilliance of the original version. i don't think lyrics have ever been able to reach such a depth before this.

classic online strips

for some reason this is still funny to me:

brilliant online art

my boss showed this site to me on friday. its absolutely brilliant!

have a look bunnies, especially you arty ones: we feel fine

team building?

fuck team building exercises, we took the 'out of my fucken way!' approach. and fuck me it was fun!

grass karting. best fun you'll have with your clothes on outside shoe shopping bunnies! it was fan-fucken-tastic!

we - the entire office of 11 people - found ourselves at the top of a very steep hill with stunning views. we got handed a helmet and told to sit on this 'thing' that they told us was a kart. it was just a metal frame with four wheels. no steering wheel, no seat, no breaks, nothing to keep you safe from killing yourself.

we got seated on these death traps on the top of the hill and then pushed down. i was honestly scared for my life and it was awesome! our tiny asian web builder didn't have the mass to keep her seated on the kart and i think she topped the stacking it chart.

one of our account managers and our programmer luveded it and got a lil crazy with the driving and performed a serious of quite impressive crashes, finishing off with the accoung manager getting seriously airborne while leaving the kart behind and ending up doing his back in big time.

i had an absolute ball. the rest of the night was having a bbq at our other account managers incredible house (with pools, tennis courts and the lot), with the creative team starring on the comedy hour. i don't think i have ever laughed as much. i was crying half of the time and i don't think it was even that funny.

fantastic times bunnies, fantastic times!

'excuse me miss, but you'll have to leave those thongs with me...'

there was a 'goodbye to our old premises' piss-up with my old work mates last night. people from the present as well as people from the past showed up and consumed the copious amounts of alcohol provided. and then some more.

we got bored at some stage with miss pearl and took off heading over to the cross. we decided to have night caps at the world bar like so many times before. now i know the place is backpacker ridden, but if you sit out on the second floor balcony, you can usually have the whole place to yourself and the drinks are relatively cheap. plus, its only a short crawl to home.

of course we got fucken carded at the door, which at that drunken state was just hilarious. what was even better tho, was that after he spotted the pair of thongs in my bag, the bouncer announced that i needed to leave them at the door. cracking up i asked why the fuck would he want my thongs and he goes 'well, if i let you take them in, you're just going to take your heels off as soon as you get in and wear them!'

wtf?

at this stage miss pearl cracks up going 'doesn't he know who you are? doesn't he realise you wouldn't be caught dead in thongs at a public place???' i'm just staring at him waiting for him to reveal that he's joking. but apparently ppl do shit like that. i just don't get it.

so there they were, my thongs, sitting and waiting by the door while we drank indoors and the bouncer was happy to hand them back to me when we walked out welcoming us back anytime.

i mean walking to work in thongs is as far as it goes. and that's only to keep my heels nice and not wear them out when i don't need to. fuck wearing thongs to a bar! funny tho.

yay for free alcohol

i got a call from my previous boss yesterday inviting me to the last piss-up at the premises we used to work at.

pretty much all the current and a good portion of the previous employees should be showing up, so it should be fun. besides, now that i've escaped, its good to go back for a visit.

its great seeing miss pearl again. its kinda weird not seeing her on daily basis anymore. also kato should be arriving and hopefully super mario too.

tomorrow i have a piss-up with the new work ppl. we're going downhill karting. i have no idea what it actually is, but it sounds like fun. also, its a bonus to be able to get home easily, since half of the office lives within a few blocks from my place. heh.

i'm actually really looking forward to spending time with these bunnies out of office, cause they really are a great bunch. entertaining as all hell and no doubt can put away copious amounts of alcohol in an impressive manner. so that should be a ball.

now if i just could get my visa application finalised today and stop thinking abt it, then i could relax tonight, enjoy tomorrow and look forward to easter hols.

stereotypes

i am a female. this means my sense of direction as well as the ability to read a map have been over-written with more complicated neural patterns, providing me with such perks as emotional intelligence, vanity and complete and utter lack of logic.

in other words, if you need product a fetched from location b, you simply don't send female c on the mission.

*grumble*

i was asked to pick up certain items from a well known office supplies reseller at bondi junction.

there i was, oh so certain of the location of the aforementioned store, enjoying a coffee in the morning on my way through the mall. only to realise on arrival the store in fact belonged to another well known office supplies reseller and that i had no clue where to find the store i was looking for.

of course eventually - after more than 30 mins of cursing and running around in heels - i managed to locate the store i was after, but fuck me it was an effort for a quick joke designed to operate as a meeting ice breaker.

such a geek

just a quick note on second life. i'm beginning to think that its quite a cool thing really.

i mean, i created my account less than a week ago, and i've already experienced some cool shit.

while the first couple of visits just bored me to death, i received a fantastic guided tour by a dear bunny reader and have gotten much more out of sl since.

i wasn't feeling too good this weekend and was thus forced to spend the majority of it indoors. since i don't support (or own) a telly, i decided to explore sl. i attended an art exhibition opening, danced to a great live blues gig, joined a minimalist techno rave, listened to a live lecture, and last but not least observed a random purple dragon trying out an impressive selection bdsm equipment. weird and intriguing shit.

and today i read about ohio university's second life campus.

embracing the reborn corporate whore me

tell you what bunnies, this 'being busy at work' is incredibly refreshing.

it is very satisfying to feel like a professional once again. i mean, the academic world is a whole different thing. i took it very seriously and did put the hours in... but its just not the same.

don't get me wrong, i'm more proud of my bachelor of fuck all certificates than prolly anything that i've done before, yet it still doesn't provide me with the same fulfillment that a real job does.

i've missed being proud of my career.

its quite scary getting back into the serious digital advertising field after so many years. i so got dropped into the deep end straight away. i've already been involved with big projects that challenge my creativity and technical expertise, as well as my capability to appear as a hard boiled professional in front of customers.

speaking of which, i've got a BIG meeting with fashion/beauty professionals tomorrow. a lil bit daunting that one. i mean, what am i going to wear?

i've just spent a good half an hour on perfecting my manicure and i can tell you that my nails look perfectly lush and sexy now. all i need is a pair of heels and a dress to go with them...

oh, the academic bs reminds me: i received a letter from the uni announcing that i scored a university medal for my honours. pretty sweet, huh?

autumn in the air

*deep sigh*

looks like autumn is coming for real. last night was the first when i had to dig up my doona from under the bed. i think its time to invest in a new set of cute pjs soon.

why is this daylight savings thing always such a bloody kerfuffle? i *never* know beforehand when its supposed to happen. fuck i was confused once again this morning when my backup alarm went off before my macbook woke me up with its soft tender air tunes.

there was a fair bit of 'wtf?!?' in the air while staring at the one hr time difference between my mobile and my laptop. and since i was not even half awake, it did take a while before the penny dropped. and when it did, fuck i was happy to crawl back under the doona.

but tell you what bunnies, this whole weather getting colder shit isn't made any better by the fact that my favourite heat source is sitting on a rock far away from sydney. what am i going to leech heat off from now?

touch base

ha-HA! finally operational again!

sorry bunnies, i've had some major issues with my connection and haven't been able to post anything for a while. also, the new job has been keeping me very busy and happily entertained. so no more posting while bored at the office.

so in other words: very busy and mildly important. yes.

the beginning of the week has been great as i got to enjoy deviant's company for three days. so i have been pampered with fantastic dinners and good wine alongside his wonderful company. it has been a good week so far.

i watched a documentary on second life the other day. had to find out what everyone was raving on abt, and downloaded the client last nite to give it a go. meh. it kinda gets boring after you get your character shaped out to your liking. what then?

mebbe my first life is just too much fun?

oh also, went brunette again. wasn't planning to do it quite yet, but i can't wait once i got my mind set on something. besides, deviant seemed to appreciate it.

shoes, oh, glorious shoes!

i got my first paycheck from my new job yesterday. oh the glorious day!

the office is right next to oxford st. now i have a feeling that this tiny detail concerning the location will have a drastic effect on my budget. so many pretty things!

i went to get some lunch with this feisty petite lil producer chicky and of course we fucken ended up shopping for shoes!

mind you i did score a drop dead gorgeous italian $400 pair of heels for a very good price. gorgeous classy cream coloured leather shoes with a very feminine vintage feel to them. it was love at first sight.

speaking of shoes, please ignore the fact that i just posted a pic of lindsay bloody lohan.

focus on the shoes bunnies

I - NEED - THOSE - SHOES ! if any of you bunnies see heels like that somewhere around syd pls let me know! they are absolutely gorgeous!

dunken glimpse

i had a dinner and drinkies night out with miss pearl, kato and mr fireman last night. bottles after bottles of white alongside a massive thai feast.

of course we got slaughtered and ended up sipping nightcaps at the darlo like so many times before.

as we were babbling along, standing in the middle of the bar, this asian bloke suddenly jumps in to inform me that its my turn on the pool. after seeing my puzzled reaction he realises that he's got the wrong blonde. instead of being embarrassed or anything, he just shrugs 'all you bloody caucasians look the same to me...' and walks off.

fuck we cracked up.

last day at job no2

well well, its not too often that you get to resign from two jobs in the same week. let alone following days!

mind you, this second one was the one i would have liked to keep... if i hadn't scored the new better one that is.

starting at the new job tomorrow so i'm a lil bit nervous. it's been a while since i've been seriously in the online business, but its like driving a bloody bike, right?

ooh, another cool thing: an old mate of mine from finland - well a lil sister of an old mate of mine that was also a mate during the years - is coming to syd for a three month uni work experience thingo. awesome.

i promised to help her find a place and try to help her through the initial shock of relocating from helsinki to syd.

she should be arriving in late april. can't wait!

more celebrating

heh. resigned from my current job yesterday. fuck me it felt good!

i marched into my bosses office - no doubt he was expecting me to beg on my knees for a job because of my situation - and gave him six-and-a-half hour notice. bunnies, you should have seen his face.

i was grinning the entire day and had a great time with miss pearl. we had a fantastic two hour lunch at clock on crown. their rump steak is nothing short of phenomenal!

i think i found what i want to reward myself with tho. there's this lil design boutique that stocks most of marimekko's fabrics. i hadn't seen some of the maija louekari's designs before and i fell in love with kaiku (finnish for 'echo') at first sight! somehow she has captured the essence of the beauty of finnish summer in the design.

one repetition of the design is 250cm and the fabric is 145cm wide. i was planning to frame it on my wall. well, stretch onto a frame really. i think it'll be perty...

yay!

wow

i got the job. I GOT THE JOB!

for the lack of a better word: i am fucken ecstatic.

called tulip up and she took me lingerie shopping and then to a fantastic spanish restaurant to celebrate. now i feel like a happy lil piggy stuffed with oysters, chorizo and sangria, and wrapped up in black lacy numbers. ooooooof...

thanks for crossing those paws bunnies, looks like it worked!

bloody fucken hell!

what a friggen morning!

ok. the office i currenly work in (and am desperate to get out of) just moved to new premises. the new office is literally a 5 min drive from my place. which is great.

or would be if i drove. but i don't. [insert here a rant abt oz ppl driving on the wrong bloody side of the road]

so, since i'm such a good girl and wanted to make sure that i'd arrive on time, i left my place more than an hour earlier than i had to be at the office.

i had to walk 2k to the bus stop, take a bus close to work and that was supposed to be it. sounds easy enough, right?

WRONG. first i'm walking through kings cross and get hassled by the usual bums and crack whores. that's no biggie. i'm already used to it.

then i walk to oxford street and get hassled by a crack whore in drag for some change and a ciggie. well s/he didn't get either. by this time i was already starting to get over it as i had been walking for a goor 20 mins and it was pissing down.

then i find my busstop on flinder st and realise that its located between a dodgy club and a sauna.

there i am, dolled up for yet another interview, surrounded by whores, drugged up party boys still continuing from saturday's mardi gras and a couple of rather frisky bears in their biker leathers.

and its pissing down. i was not happy.

then the bus finally came and i thought things were looking up. until i realised that i had no clue where it was taking me and i got friggen lost in kensington. which i btw don't know at all. so when the scenery wasn't getting any more familiar i just get off the friggen bus.

there i am, walking in the fucken rain again. lost as all hell for another half an hour. in the end i just get really fed up and grab a cab.

NOT a good morning.

but, then i get a phone call that gives me a little hope that things might be getting better... wish me luck!

in my language

it is not often that i encounter pieces of art that inspire me to think. it is even more rare to encounter something that would make me question my view towards the world around me. i am not sure if i should label the following clip under video art, but i think i will anyway.

i believe good art challenges the spectator. and i most certainly found this challenging and maybe it even managed to broaden up my narrow lil mind when it comes to the nature of communication.

it might seem pointless in the beginning, but bear with me bunnies and please watch the entire video. the video is in two parts, and the second part will reveal an explanation to the first.

thank you possum girl for sending this to me. i really did enjoy it.

encounters

went to newtown yesterday with miss pearl and we sat down in this nice lil joint for a much needed caffeine fix.

we order our coffees and sit down being all antisocial - me scribbling shit into my newly purchased calendar while she's trying to decipher a russian vogue - when some random guy in his mid thirties walks past our table and wishes us a nice rest of the day.

not paying much attention we reply and go back into hugging our frothy steaming cups. after a while i get up to pay for our coffees and the man behind the counter kindly informs me that the man that left a while ago had paid for us.

now how nice is that?

fuck men approaching at a bar counter going 'ooh look at 'em tittyboobs! how abt i ply with copious amounts of alcohol in order to have a squeeze on them puppies later?'

no. this was an honest kind gesture from a random bloke that resulted in cheering up my day and restoring just that little bit of trust in humanity.

now of course he might be a raving homicidal lunatic stalking his future prey, but still it did make me smile.

--

and on the encounters of the other kind, i ran into my downstairs neighbour a couple of weeks ago.

i was having a fantastic time spending valentine's with deviant after he had been away fishing for weeks - when we suddenly got rudely interrupted.

this chicky shows up behind my door kindly informing that the neighbours were planning to make an official complaint in case i fail to keep the noise down from now on. now the only problem of course was, that the source of that noise was keeping me up too every fucken night and i was most certainly not the cause of it.

instead of finding out who it was that has been keeping the entire building up every night from midnight to 5am, she decided to point a finger at me for no reason what so ever. i kindly explained her the situation pointing out the slight error in her judgment, offered my full support in the crazed mob witch hunt once the correct culprit had been identified, and got rid of her.

yesterday i heard that she had been discussing this lovely encounter with another neighbour of mine who also happens to be a friend. i believe her comments had been along the lines of: 'she's not very nice at all, is she?' 'i think she has a lot of men up there...' and when my friend cracked up and said she doubted it since i have a boyfriend, the dear downstairs neighbour had corrected my friend that no, really, i do have a lot of different men visiting my apartment all the time.

cracked me up.

the only person who has visited my apartment while i have lived in it is deviant. maybe the poor lil chickling just doesn't believe that one can have a healthy(?) sex life while in a monogamous relationship?

people. what are we going to do with them?

idol of the day: bill hicks

was catching up with a bunch of work ppl last night and needless to say we all got trollied. sunshine joined our merry drunken group at some stage and he ended up introducing me to my new idol:

here's one for the rest of you marketing bunnies out there... aren't we speshul?

quality shit bunnies: bill hicks

sheer stressful agony

*deep sigh*

life is not at all trouble free between the shoeboxes at the moment.

the good news is, it looks like my arse can be saved and i have found a three month contract to play me more time. my current employer promised to employ me on a contract to save my arse, but the position they're offering me is shite. however, i dare say that three months of sheer agony can be seen as the lesser evil when compared to relocation to finland.

motherfuck.

good news is that i got a few good contacts yesterday and one of them already resulted into an interview. funny that. the contact was purely accidental over a glass of wine and i found myself sitting at an interview under 20hrs from the first contact. sweet.

the job would be exactly what i'm looking for and i got along great with the guy i would be working with. so keep those paws crossed bunnies.

the bonus in this case is that it is an international company and they already have ppl on sponsorship working visas.

i should hear from them soon and hopefully he was as impressed by me as i was by him and the company...

south coast photography

s.s.merimbula just before sunset.

i am utterly fucked. did not get the job.

[insert here severe desperation, depression and panic]

freak magnet

why is it that i always attract the freaks?

whether it be a bus stop, a train or a bar, if there's any freaks in the immediate vicinity, you can start placing bets that they'll glue themselves on me sooner or later.

there i was, sitting on a train heading down the coast, reading my book and minding my own bloody business.

i noticed him from the corner of my eye walking past a few times and then sitting down on the opposite side of the aisle. i was trying my best to look entirely swept away by my book while he was trying to crane his neck back and forth in order to get my attention.

in the end i guess he got frustrated and abandoned the subtle ways of getting in contact and instead bellowed off the top of his lungs: 'oi miss... i was wondering... really nice pouty lips you've got... you mind if i draw your portrait?'

judging by the volume, he had already downed quite a few drinks, and the jolly clinking from the bag by his feet hinted that he had a few more to go.

the poor bugger turned out to be an art school drop out - 'yeh i've been at tafe for three years and that was great... but fuck uni. all that bloody theory. fuck that. who needs theory anyway? ...i dropped out.' - and was comparing his lack of interest for art school to that of dali's. 'they couldn't teach him anything either...'

while quite attractive and entertaining, he was certainly not the brightest crayon in the box. kept me amused for the majority of my trip tho, so it was all good. silly rabbit.

weekend getaway to rancho relaxo

well, what do you know bunnies. things have been good. busy as all hell, but definitely on the positive side of things.

still in the dark as far as my new job goes, but the judgment on whether i'm fucked or not, should arrive by the end of the week. keep those paws crossed.

but on the positive side of things: deviant showed up to cook me a fantastic valentine's day dinner. since he took the train to sydney and back just for that one night, i reckon it scores pretty darn high on the romantic scale.

yeh, he pulled that one off with flying colours. so well in fact, that i was inspired to go and visit him in return.

i took the train down the coast for the weekend to get some much needed relaxation.

see the boys have put up a campsite called the rancho relaxo. and fuck me this is luxury as far as camping goes. deviant's tent mahal is bigger than my bloody apartment and has not only electricity in all its four rooms but also a fucken full size fridge!

my role over the weekend was to operate as the official blood donor as far as the mozzies went. i look like someone would have been using me for bb gun target practise. not impressed.

sunday was lovely tho. deviant wanted to take me to the honeymoon bay for a swim. of course it was a piss pool filled with filthy ankle biters, so we gave it a miss.

but luckily we found this beautiful deserted beach right next to it. toasted scandinavian meat with lobster red titties. owwie.

valentine bunnies

>> mutts

its a beautiful day

here i was thinking that this valentine's day is going to suck balls (and not in the good way)... turns out this might be one of the best ones yet!

deviant just called and booked me for wednesday. which was *very* unexpected. he's leaving his fishies and taking the train up to syd on wednesday night just to cook me a valentine's day dinner. how wonderful is that?

i couldn't think of a nicer surprise! such a good and romantic man he can be.

today i'm a very happy lil chicky.

sleaz-o-rama

why is it that catching up with old mates always ends up in a headache?

dui picked me up on his way home from work yesterday, and we headed over to his place for pre-drinkies. phoenix showed up with a bottle of canadian club just as we arrived, and since dui had a bottle already waiting for us, we were well prepared.

joined by mr sleaze, we polished off the two bottles at the rooftop terrace while catching up. needless to say we were all rather sloshed. after running out of piss everyone agreed that more was in deed required and soon after we were heading out to the cross.

we ended up at candy's and had a ball cutting the rug.

now, don't get me wrong here, mr sleaze is great fun and a good mate, but fuck me he can be annoying when he gets drunk and too bloody frisky. also, the fucken wanna-be-romeos on the dance floor shit me to no end. i'm there to dance with my mates, so leave me the fuck alone!

however, dui and phoenix did a fantastic job as dedicated males getting rid of the excess meat that would have otherwise spoiled my night. mr sleaze was a bit more work, and at some stage i did honestly think that i'd have to punch him in the face before he'd stay far enough for my liking. but in the end it was all good.

while i've had a fantastic time with deviant for the past year, i have to admit that i had missed going out clubbing to be able to hit the dance floor properly. music was good, dancing felt great and i had missed my mates so much.

i will definitely have to do this more often. but mebbe next time a lil less canadian club. also, i dare say the shots were not the best possible idea at 4am.

owwie. hurty head.

attack of the clones?

has anyone else noticed that all the prozzies in kings cross have the same face? its like that fucked up aphex twin video clip.

there they are, strutting along the length of the strip in their trashy gear not leaving nearly enough for imagination, and endlessly sucking on their fags. oblivious to the daily rhythm of the rest of the world, they seem to be on the job 24-7.

never mind the track marks, the anorectic limbs or the filthy hair, what keeps freaking me out is their faces. its like an army of zombies sharing the same features brutishly carved out of grey saggy skin.

eyes sunken so deep into their sockets that you hardly even notice the unfocused and uninterested stare in them. sharp cheekbones carrying wrinkled layers of dark heavy luggage as if packed ready for an early checkout. and what looks like endless decades of self-abuse weighting down hollowed cheeks on both sides of the bare thin line of a mouth. no doubt there used to be a pair of lips to it.

and the same cloned again and again along that few hundred metres.

i thought i'd get used to it. at least after a while. but its still as unnerving and distressing.

runner suits

warning: ranting ahead.

now bunnies, i'm sure i can't be the only one who has noticed the awful, AWFUL runner suits all around the city during business hours?

a runner suit is of course a person wearing neat business attire polished off with a dirty old pair of runners on their way to or from the office.

what the fuck is the deal with that???

don't get me wrong bunnies, i'm all for a little exercise & fitness, and i'm a big fan of smart and well fitting office attire. but don't - for fuck's sake - go and combine the two!

if you want to walk to work in your business clothes, suffer in your heels woman!

or, if you don't want to destroy your gorgeous new biancos on the walk in and out of the office, carry them in and wear a cute pair of flats during the walks. even a pair of friggen double dragons* do a decent job.

if you must wear your runners, then change your entire fucken outfit to suit them!

what the fuck is it with these people??? *bangs head on desk*

(* double dragons = default aussie thongs/flip-flops)

i want / you want / he wants / who wants?

every now and then life seems to drop us at major intersections.

no signs in sight, we are left there to figure ourselves out with the aid of more or less blurred intuition.

at the moment i feel like i've been stranded at these crossings in all major areas of my life. somewhat confusing and frustrating. i would have rather dealt with them one at a time. but i suppose you don't always have a choice.

i need to decide what it is that i want, then figure out which of the roads ahead provides me with it, and repeat the same on all areas of my life.

on some matters i'm afraid i will need to take a very strict line in order to take care of myself. some things just can't go on as they have, and i will need to make big decisions one way or the other.

i just wish this great big tangled ball of yarn would start unraveling from one end or the other so that i can get on with my life...

the frying pan

or the story of what not to buy for your girlfriend on her birthday.

yes. enough time has passed. i can finally blog this one.

there is a history. see, i'm not the nest-building house-wifey type. every single knife in my kitchen is dull, my cooking utensils are cheap and crappy, and the teflon on my $12 frying pan had walked out on me a long time ago.

deviant is the opposite. his knives are good quality and always sharpened to perfection. his ingredients are always fresh, and every meal cooked from scratch on his beautiful stainless steel frying pan.

the truth is i love cooking. i just don't like to cook for myself. and being more or less single for gawd knows how long, i haven't really seen it necessary to put my effort (let alone the $$$ that i could be spending on heels) into cooking ware.

i luveded cooking at deviant's place. his sharp knives and his luxurious frying pan made it such a pleasure to whip up something delicious. i kept reminding him that he has to take me shopping so that i'll buy a frying pan and a set of knives like his.

silly me, must have repeated this a few times too many and a lil too close to my bday.

when i opened that big box to reveal something as romantic as a stainless steel design frying pan, i believe my words were 'am i supposed to whack you with this, or should i heat it up first?'

no. that did't go down too well. you just do not - and i repeat DO NOT - buy anything practical for your girlfriend on her birthday. especially if it is in any way related to cooking or cleaning. there's just no way of pulling that off. sorry bunnies, but it just isn't possible.

i can see exactly what he was thinking. he was being considerate and getting me something that i really wanted and needed. and don't get me wrong, i absolutely love my pan. it's beautiful and such a pleasure to use. a bloody rolls-royce of frying pans.

but not on my friggen birthday!

he tried to seek for sympathy from people around him, but he told me that everyone's comment had been along the lines of 'what the fuck were you thinking?!?' heh.

later on he confessed that he had originally planned to buy me a knife for christmas, but he had figured that he'd find it sticking out of his neck. smart cookie that one.

but since he's such a good man, he did do a remarkable comeback on christmas and got back in the good books.

fucken funny tho. you should have see him grumble every time i was cooking with my new pan and telling him how much i luveded it and how beautiful it was. 'oh now you love it, do you? you ungrateful bitch...' oh the joy of pointing and laughing. especially when holding a brand new gorgeous stainless steel design pan.

i don't think he'll be buying any more practical gifts.

speaking of magical moments

here's one i had forgotten entirely.

mum sent me a bunch of piccies and amongst them was this beautiful series she's taken while taking the dogs for a walk at twilight.

there is a magical moment in a finnish winter evening called sininen hämärä that happens as the day is starting to give away to the dark night. between the light and the dark, for a moment, everything is coloured in these dreamy beautiful shades of blue.

magical everyday

its the little luxuries of the everyday that make my sydney existence so magical.

one thing that i just can't get over, is going for an ordinary 8k jog and run around the royal botanical garden to the sydney opera house and back. never mind the flocks of retarded annoying tourists crowding the foot path and slowing you down every now and then. its still the bloody opera house.

i guess you have to be a finn bunny with an ever romantic view of australia to fully relate, but to me, the opera house was always 'it'. it symbolised sydney all those years when it was still a very distant place on top of my 'places to visit' list.

every time i go for my run, it reminds me of how it felt to see the opera house for the first time. it makes me feel like i'm travelling once again, instead of living here.

don't get me wrong bunnies, similar little things could be found anywhere around the world, but one must be inspired to look for them in order to see what's there.

busy busy busy

bunnies, it has been a good week.

i've been working two jobs, as i started the new one this week. the position at the new place feels like its made for me, so i really hope it will turn into a full time position soon.

i've still done my old job for the other three days of the week, and it just seems so very boring compared to the new place. i've outgrown my role so badly that all it does is bore me to death. i can get my whole day's tasks done in about half an hour, and the rest is boredom galore.

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i've started reviving my creativity and it feels very refreshing. i've been doodling and gluing in bits and pieces into my little black book, and for some silly reason i'm quite excited about it.

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i discovered a new ambition in me and i'm in process of trying to engage writing on a more professional level. i had a couple of short art essays published last week and the beast of lyrical exhibitionism is starting to grow stronger.

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and on a completely different front, i have - surprisingly - been in daily contact with deviant, despite him embarking on his half-a-year fishing mission.

i wasn't expecting to hear from him for a while, but instead i've been receiving messages or phone calls every day ever since he left.

slightly confusing, but he sure knows how to make me smile.

i received this pic yesterday. it looks like boring his arse off sitting on a rock and staring at a bloody balloon has already started to play on his poor lil brain. i reckon he's delusional and thinking he's a pirate.

or maybe this was in reference to the following message declaring that he was in fact bored and required a delivery of finnish meat for biting purposes.

sometimes men can be like teething puppies: gnawing and biting everything they can get their hands on. quite adorable.

little black book - page 06

might be an idea to point out that the confessions are printouts from post secret blog, and not my artworks

little black book - page 05

little black book - page 04

>> justin novak

little black book - page 03

as soon as i get my hands on a red pen or something i'm colouring the background red. but hey, you wouldn't expect a wanna-be-artist to own colouring pencils, would you?

little black book - page 02

guest starring miss pearl

little black book - page 01

as i already mentioned, i bought a luxurious lil black book to revive my creativity. i decided that i'll scan in all the pages as i get them done and post them on lbts.

impressed

nearly forgot to rant about my yesterday's positive surprise.

as i already mentioned, i had my first day at the new job.

the incredible thing was, that as i arrived at 9:00am, everything - and i mean absolutely everything - was set up ready to go. never before in my life have i seen such a miracle happen.

there was my desk ready, computer set up, a working phone line, email and all the programs needed installed ready for me to start working. i even had a bloody email signature with correct information!

i couldn't believe it. these guys are good!

lil bit of this and lil bit of that

oops. i think i managed to stir up a fair bit of shit with my foaming in the mouth rant the other day. i've received quite a few 'wtf?!?' messages from ppl who thought i was addressing them. silly bunnies. you are still in the good books.

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had my first day at the new job yesterday. i'm doing two jobs part time at the moment hoping that i will impress the new company within the next couple of week so throughly that they'll offer me a full time job.

had a great day actually, i was really busy from the moment i walked in. there's everything to do from scratch, the ppl were really nice and the day went very quickly.

the only issue i had with it was working in an open office with a chicky with the most annoying laugh in the world. think you know someone with an awful laugh? think again. this was agony. and constant too.

if they hire me full time i'll buy kick arse headphones and crank out tool to keep her laughter from interfering with my universe.

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oh also, i got somewhat inspired by a recent comment on breakup and came up with this formula. what do you think bunnies?

((H*B)-(xH*xB)) + D*V + I
------------------------- * w = S
            m

H = your hotness
B = your brains
xH = ex's hotness
xB = ex's brains
D = dirt involved in the breakup
V = the extent of her vindictiveness
I = the degree of her intoxication
m = relationship months
w = weeks since breakup
S = your likelyhood to score

good shit

i don't think i've been this inspired by porcelain since i first encountered jeff koons! justin novak bunnies. give him a go. [via]

remedy for creative constipation

is there anything better in this world than a brand new luxurious sketchbook just waiting to withhold all your silly lil scribbles?

i went to an art supply store with miss pearl today in order to score some shit for work, but i ended up walking out with a sketchbook of my own.

i used to have one yrs ago when i was preparing to leave finland and i luveded it. i carried it everywhere i went and scribbled/wrote/glued in absolutely everything to document what was happening in my life at that stage. i dare say its one of my most priced possessions.

i plan to draw something in my book every day. i think this is the new year's resolution i didn't make.

i reckon the past honours year caused me creative constipation more than anything else. so uninspiring you wouldn't believe it was art school! mebbe this lil black book will help me get over it.

speaking of which, all you arty bunnies out there: make sure you watch the movie art school confidential. its so sad and SO very true. was pissing myself laughing all through it. if you've ever been in an art school, you'll love it!

estalking

heh. sometimes when i catch up with my mates irl, they already know what's happening. when i start telling a story, they blush and finish the story confessing that they read my blog.

that's funny and its fine. i have absolutely nothing against that.

what i don't understand however, is stalking me through my blog after cutting off all contact irl. you know who you are.

whatever your reasons might have been, if you don't have the balls to face me, or keep in contact through the traditional channels, why the fuck would you go through the effort of estalking me? and why the fuck would i want your help after more than a year of radio silence?

fair enuff, this shit is published on the bloody internet, so its out there for you to read. and really, i don't care either way.

i just don't get it.

mind boggles.

oncoming inspiration...

i've had this wave of inspiration trying to overcome me for quite a while.

you know that feeling when you grow more and more restless by the day and just have this overwhelming need to draw/write/paint/make a book/prepare an etching plate/whatever?

and its all you can think of...

then you go and pick up a pen, and it doesn't work. it doesn't do what you imagine it would. the pathetic scribbles on the paper in front of you have nothing to do with the divine inspiration throbbing in the back of your mind.

so you so back to being restless and a couple of days later you start to write. only to repeat the previous disappointment. and back to frustration you go again.

i believe i received this annoying trait from my mother's milk, as she is one creative nut.

i remember waking up one sunday morning to this hell of a racket. as i followed the noise i encountered the most bizarre sight:

my mum - and don't forget this was about 07:00am sunday morning - had jacked a whole wall full of inbuilts up half a meter using car jacks. apparently, half way through her morning coffee, it had occurred to her that there's plenty of waste space there and she could easily lift them to fit a row of drawers underneath.

later on she confessed that she had been suffering from an oncoming inspiration for weeks.

yeh. psycho. good entertainment value tho.

let's see what i get up to if this keeps on building up like it has for the past couple of weeks...

breakup

'yes, it's true.
unfortunately impossible.'

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dear deviant, so long and thanks for all the fish!

bdo retrospective

fuck me dead, but i am far too old for this shit.

see, i thought that the fantastic line-up was enough to make bdo worth my while, but i can promise you bunnies, i'm never doing another bdo again.

the crew was me, deviant, citronella, daddy-o(-to-be), small-c and mr j. i had met daddy-o and small-c before on the black label society gig, but mr j was a new acquaintance.

there was something very hunter-s-thompson-esque about mr j. he turned out to be a truly funny and witty cunt who had an impeccable talent of hooking us up with whatever was needed. whenever there was drama, he'd just take off and a few seconds later show up with the goods whether it was train tickets, drinks, drugs or a cab that was required. quite impressive i tell you.

we started the day with a big luxurious brekky at deviant's place and head over to the sydney show grounds around midday. it was when we got on the train that i realised that the day might in fact turn out to be a disaster.

see, while planning the day i had entirely forgotten about the fact that i hate cunts. and when i say that, i mean that i REALLY HATE CUNTS. and the train, well, the train was full of them. loud, annoying and just asking for me to strangle them one by one using my bare hands.

when we arrived, we realised that not only were there intolerable ppl on the train, the fucken place was loaded with them. 55 000 cunts: drugged up, dressed in ridiculous outfits, wearing flags, carrying on, foaming in the mouth and all of them stuffed within the show ground fences and we were right there locked in with them. fuck.

the first act we saw with deviant was that 1 guy. he was just this insane mofo with the mother of all sideburns playing a metal pipe and it was fantastic.

then it was evermore, lily allen, eskimo joe and john butler trio. half way through the john butler trip gig, my feet started to resign and i began to realise that my heels - no matter how low they were - were not in fact a good idea for a day long rock fest.

we decided to take a break when the killers started and went to queue for some piss. at this stage it began to dawn on me that the theme of the day might not be music after all, but queuing instead. we had to queue into the show grounds, queue to get piss, queue to take a piss, queue to see the gigs, queue to get out of the gigs, queue to get out of the show grounds, queue to get train tickets, queue to get into the train and the final drama: queue to get a cab home. and i fucken HATE queuing.

mr j and citronella were on a mission of their own for most of the night and daddy-o was going hard with small-c which left me and deviant chillin out by ourselves.

we saw two chicks digging in on what looked like the most delicious burgers ever, and they pointed up the road and told us to look for the booth filled with 'amish looking ppl'. cracking up and thinking that this was never going to work we headed up the hill, and sure enough we saw a food stall full of people who could only be described as 'amish looking'. and fuck me that burger was delicious.

the mosh pit gates were bearing red lights from the beginning of the killers gig, so we had already decided to watch the muse and tool gigs from aside. then, totally unexpectedly at the beginning of the muse gig the lights went green and we decided to have a go at it. we got all the way through the crowd with no problems what so ever and just walked in. which was rather surprising considering that a couple of hrs earlier small-c had mauled near death attempting to enter the mosh pit.

the muse gig was great, but i couldn't really enjoy it through the pain and by the time tool was about to begin i was already over it. the cunts all around us were just way too fucken drugged up to act like human beings and ppl were pushing and shoving and just being fucken arseholes.

deviant did his best to keep all the cunts away from me but it soon turned out impossible and we decided to back up a fair bit to find a better spot. the pain was already getting unbearable and then some fucken fat cunt stomped on my foot and i think i ended up twisting my ankle at the same go. with some difficulty i restrained from head butting him and just cursed out loud in finnish.

after the first few tracks of the tool gig we decided that we had seen enough and headed out of the pit. i was able to limp up the stairs and we sat through the rest of the gig. at this stage my ankle was hurting more than enough and my feet were so sore that poor deviant had to carry me for the rest of the night.

i felt like a princess being carried around by my man and that cheered me up quite a bit. he was being the perfect gentleman all night and took care of me just like he should. it was prolly the only thing keeping me from going apeshit as the ppl around were really getting on my nerves.

next time i want to see a live band, i'll go and see their gig and their gig alone. no more this fucken cattle drive entertainment amidst 55 000 wankfaces that i'd happily see dead.

*growl*

bring on the bender!

the rest of the week is starting to look pretty full on.

tonight the boys are attending the tool gig in town. they're picking me up with a cab on their way home and then we'll piss-up at deviant's place.

thursday is of course big day out so we'll be starting early and going strong for the following 12 hrs. followed with a piss-up at deviant's place. of course.

friday is australia day and we have a massive bbq bonanza lined up in newtown. phoenix has his already legendary australia day bbq that has gotten out of control. should be very good value.

now if only i had the liver of an 18yo to survive all this... mebbe i could think of it as a muscle that can be trained?

or maybe i'll just trust that they'll bring out hot swap livers over the counter soon...

my new idol

i always thought i wanted to die young and all that cliche bullshit... not anymore.

i want to become just as old, cranky, mean spirited and foul mouthed as she is!

in fact, i think she's my new idol. check it out bunnies, the fruitcake lady:

[such quality entertainment received - as usual - from k-ho via miss pearl]

annoying weather and adorable men

i'm convinced that 90% of australia's rainfall falls on my fucken way to work.

not happy jan. not happy.

see, yesterday i was running in the sun, having the time of my life and planning tomorrow's bdo. now? not too keen on standing knee deep in mud in my heels that once were glamorous. *growl*

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you know what bunnies, i reckon men are pretty adorable.

on sunday night, i was prancing around in bikinis while deviant was checking his email and shit. i had been preparing dinner in the kitchen and noticed he was about to finish his beer.

i grabbed a new ice cold beer from the fridge and went to hand it to him just as he skulled the rest and was abt to put the empty one on the table.

you should have seen his face.

he stared at me in stunned silence, his eyes going from my bikinis to the cold beer in his hand and back again. after a while he was able to stutter: 'marry me!'

cracked me up.

'its only beer and bikinis hun, nothing to get THAT excited about. now calm down, drink your beer and look pretty.'

not often have i seen a happier man.

rockity-rok

bdo is coming and i can't wait!

i'm going as the token chick in a group of men so it should be a bloody ball. also, that means that i have 5 big men keeping me safe in the mosh pit. bonus.

i've worked out a schedule and it sounds pretty damn promising:

tool


muse


jet


the killers


eskimo joe


peaches


lily allen


i'd also love to be able to fit this crazy mofo in:
that 1 guy

the canberra apocalypse

bunnies - i shit you not - i thought that the world was about to end on saturday.

we were driving down to canberra with deviant and after sunset i saw this freak comet on the sky.

i swear i have never seen anything like it. it filled the entire sky and the tail was as big and bright as bloody nothern lights!

if you miss it bunnies (i think it should be visible on the southern hemisphere for the rest of the week?), you're in for a bit of a wait to catch anything like it as this particular rock - the mcnaught comet - is not due for an encore for the next 85,000 yrs.

we got to enjoy the freak phenomenon for over an hour during our drive. all the way there was these random ppl just stopping their cars at the side of the road and standing outside staring at the sky. funny.

i wish the end of the world will be equally perty.

posting spam

some things to ponder in 2007:

1. life is sexually transmitted
   
2. good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die
   
3. men have two emotions: hungry and horny. if you see him without an erection, make him a sandwich
   
4. some people are like a slinky... not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you shove them down the stairs
   
5. why does a slight tax increase cost you two hundred dollars and a substantial tax cut saves you thirty cents?
   
6. in the 60s, people took acid to make the world weird. now the world is weird and people take prozac to make it normal

never underestimate the power of blonde

oh, its been far too long! i had already forgotten how much more fun blondes have! i think the best comment so far was 'i reckon blonde hair makes your tits look bigger...' needless to say cracked me up.

went to an interview today and nailed it. the chicky absolutely luveded me and is working to improve my situation at the moment. so thanks for crossing those fingers for me bunnies, looks like it worked.

i should hear back from her before the end of the week. so no need to uncross your paws quite yet. i'll keep you posted.

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memorable quotes:

deviant: 'that's it! i'm taking those with me! there is NO WAY i'm having you prancing around in those hot pants while i'm away sitting on a fucken rock!'

deviant: 'oi! stop treating me like a piece of meat, woman! you're supposed to say that you like me for my charming personality!'
tp: 'yes sweetheart, its your big, hard personality i like you for...'
deviant: '...that's better - HEY!'

artificial dumbing down

since i'm attempting to sell my arse as a 'scandinavian designer' i thought i might as well look like one. i dont think that being 'the little asian girl with american accent' is going to work for me in this case.

i can't understand it for the life of me, but with dark hair the locals seem to think that i've got asian blood in me. i've got blue eyes for fuck's sake! oh well, must be the eskimo blood. *shrugs*

when i go blonde i look so bloody scandinavian its not even funny. also, i look heaps kinder and you might even mistake into thinking that i have a heart. (which will come handy on tuesday...)

so yeh. blonde again. who would've thunk it?

twinkle twinkle titty-twister...

you know, its funny how efficiently a true predicament weeds out your real friends.

as soon as he heard of my situation, sunshine came to rescue and coughed up a contact that provided me with the tiniest flicker of hope.

on friday i received a phone call that allowed that flicker to grow a little stronger and on tuesday i'll have a chance to improve my situation significantly.

so bunnies, keep your your fingers crossed up to your elbows on tuesday...

trippity-shit

crap. i really need to do something to that phone cord running in front of my bathroom door. i fucken tripped on it again. i am seriously just not not awake enough to step over the bloody thing in the mornings.

every time i trip on it, the thing-a-magic connecting it to the wall is sent flying across the room and my adsl modem spits the dummy. big time.

and every single time, for hrs afterwards the modem keeps dropping the bloody connection non-stop so that its impossible to do anything.

so once again i'm ranting over the backup dial-up connection while fighting the urge to chuck the modem out of the window aiming at the pain-in-the-arse chick downstairs who happens to be convinced that she's an excellent singer.

*growl*

'should i stay or should i go?'

what a kerfuffle.

as much as i am in love with this city head over heels, my lover does not seem to embrace me with equal passion and devotion. in fact, if i didn't know her better i'd say she was doing her best to get rid of me. that cunt. how could she?

yes. my visa is running out soon and i'm not sure i've got the means for extending it.

now what if the shit does hit the fan? how am i supposed to stuff my life within the 25 kilo luggage limit? fuck, that doesn't cover my favourite shoes, not even mentioning the lot of em!

fuckshitfuck.

brilliant stop motion art

quite enjoyed this even tho i think it could have been cut down to the magical length of 3 mins...

early memories

i wonder how much our first memories affect the person we are today?

my earliest memory is somewhat disturbing. i guess i remember it because it was one of the first daily routines i was exposed to.

i am tiny, maybe 2-3 yo, still more than half asleep, wrapped up in a doona and being carried to the backseat of the lil datsun 100a that my parents drove at the time. i was about to be dropped off to my grandparent's house when my parents went to work.

i remember lying there, on the backseat, while it was still pitch black outside and waiting for the beautiful smell of the lit match followed by the choking cigarette smoke reaching the back seat.

the second memory is sweeter and in fact the only memory i have of my great grandma. there was always chocolate on the top shelf of my great grandma's tall kitchen cupboard and i remember how she would always get up and head to the cupboard as soon as she saw us coming in.

because i was so young, i never really got to know my great grandma. but i have a feeling she might have had a major impact on my life even tho she passed away by the time i was about 4 yo.

see, ever since i can remember, my grandma has always been telling me that 'its people who do it'.

whenever something seemed too difficult or out of reach, she'd just laugh it off saying 'its people who do it, so why not you?' she made me think that nothing in this life is impossible and if someone can do it, then surely i can do the same, if not even better. after all, they're only people - people just like me.

according to her, this life philosophy was passed straight down from my great grandma.

the reason i'm ranting on about my earliest memories, is that i just realised that my great grandma's motto might be one of the most important things i've ever learned in my life. and i never even got to thank her.

oh so delightfully drukn!

the nye w/e was an absolute blast. yet another perfect excuse for a bender and who am i to fight back?

on nye i got the shits after every man in the house took it their business to tell me to 'hurry the fuck up'. when we hit the pub i thought it might be an idea to start with a tequila - or few - to cheer up...

i walked up to the bar and ordered two tequilas, a red bull and vodka and a heineken for deviant. citronella arrived just as i had paid and got all excited over us all shooting tequilas. at first, he watched horrified as i claimed three of the four drinks for myself, but after i downed the two tequilas before getting my change back and continued with a healthy 1/3 glass gulp of the red bull and vodka, his disappointment turned into full appreciation through a recognition of a fellow pisshead. i was in the good books for the rest of the night.

deviant later on confessed diagnosing me as schizophrenic after seeing me go from miss cranky-as-all-hell to miss very-drukn-and-very-happy in seconds. but such is the power of tequila. ugh.

the rest of the hazy images of the night include shooting shitloads more tequila with citronella, getting thrown out of a bar with deviant due to 'immoral behaviour' and being carried around by deviant and citronella while giggling my arse off. also, i was told that citronella had been having a ball slapping my arse while deviant had been carrying me over his shoulder.

i am fairly sure we tried to take on a good portion of the bushes along the way as deviant ended up with an impressive collection of pri(*)s. his pant's got torn under the right knee, a knee, a knuckle and his side bruised and a very street cred cut on his cheekbone. hard core.

in other words: great times.

the most remarkable thing however was the fact that i survived with no hangover what so ever!

(* pri = piss related injury)
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memorable quotes:

deviant: 'well i went to wake her up with a cup of coffee and she bit me!'

citronella: [having a rant about needing to pick up a chick] 'man, i seriously need to throw my shit into something!'

the old man: [while fetching another beer from the fridge around 10am] 'i don't believe its only my fourth beer this morning!'

citronella: [gasping for air devastated abt the fact that he might not be able to finish his nyd meal] 'oh no! it's all over for me! what a drama i am having!'

deviant: [driving through mogo] 'fucken mogo!' x 1001