Drink to the New Year!

Goodbye 2010!

Now that the year is almost out, I feel it somewhat necessary to take stock of how far I’ve come in 2010. To see if I’ve resolved any of my new year’s resolutions and to pause if only for a blog, to reflect on learnings for the year that’s been.

As far as new years’ resolutions go, I had my 2010 list written down somewhere but I can’t seem to find it so I guess that's an automatic fail right there. In fact, since moving out last year I have many a lost thing: hats, belts, books, jewellery and socks galore. In our tiny apartment with limited storage for my limitless junk, lesson learned: I need to resist hording so much useless stuff or my man Lion will just have to settle on one section of our wardrobe.

So, a couple of fails right there but the good news is, I am more the wiser.  And even though I’ve lost my resolutions list, this doesn't detract from another lesson I’ve learned time and again which is, to always write down of all my life’s aspirations. No matter how big or small. Writing it down, helps to ensure you dont' lose sight of them and sends it out to the universe to be fulfilled.

Now I know I sound like I’m off with the fairies so I’ll bring it back to earth. It’s so important to be clear about what you want, but I’ve also learned that thinking really hard about isn’t going to make it happen. And not to get all self-help on you, but take note of these wise words: if you want something , get off your fat arse and do something about it. Before you know it the stars align. 

It just came to me as I wrote the words ‘fat arse’, that one of my new year’s resolutions was to stop shovelling so much crap down my pie-hole. This on a day to day basis is a difficult feat. My favourite Thai restaurant is so readily accessible and I access it often enough that the delivery lady knows my name and gives me 3 free soft drink cans with every delivery. There is also a McDonalds around the corner from us and last month KFC re-released the hot and spicy chicken which doesn't aid my resolve. My mouth is watering just typing about it, even though I stuffed my face at dinner and polished off a bag of mircrowave popcorn just now. Damn you colonel sanders and your 11 secret herbs and spices. Resolving to stop eating crap-Fail. But at the very least I’ve offset the effects of my takeaway addiction somewhat, by dancing my socks off and drinking a lot of multivitamins. I've also learned to never set this as a resolution again as doing so, is setting myself for inevitable failure. 

And so the story goes, as the years comes to an end, we all wonder where the year has gone and whilst I’ve had a few fails, I’m a little wiser for it and it makes success all the more rewarding and celebrated.  2010 has been a fabulous year indeed.We ate to our 1 year anniversary in our first home; We loved to our 6 year s together; We applauded to my man’s graduation; We drank to winning 3^rd at Nationals; We cried with joy to the birth of our first-niece Addidson and we laughed, lived, danced to amazing family and friends!

So I wonder what’s in store on for 2011? I know a few things for certain,  I will live more,  laugh more, love more, dance more, learn more, basically do all the things I love, more. (Well maybe not eating).

xox.

I almost forgot- I will also be partying it up more. Especially when in Europe in July!

Hell yeah! Happy New Year!!!!! Yee-Ha.

Goodbye 2010 & look forward to meeting you 2011.

This Girl is Fierce.

Bwahahahaha

Random anecdotes shared with me today.

A friend’s grandparents went for a walk every morning collecting the postman's discarded rubber bands. They have been doing this for 40+ years and now have a hefty collection of giant rubber band balls. The rubber band balls great for entertaining grandchildren and the morning walks great for blood pressure.

A friend would sell off his other half for $30,000. This would be for the cost of building a shed.

A friend’s couple friend bought a family home off a swiss couple. Lets name swiss couple Pierre and Beate (P&B) and other couple John and Joanne(J&J). P&B were very sad to be selling their house and decided to invite J&J for a farewell/welcome dinner before the property finally settled. J&J went along for what they expected to be a lovely meal and banter about the quirks of the home- certain windows jamming, the water takes a while heat up and the like, but when  dinner commenced J&J found it quite peculiar that P&B had  J&J's linkedin profiles printed at the dinner table. P&B proceeded to fire off interview like questions about their past jobs and future career prospects ending the night off with a final question on how J&J intended on paying their electricity bills. Apparently P&B payed it by direct debit and it was crucial for them to know that J&J would do the same.

 

A customer named Mark called through to phone banking, customer Mark insisted to be called Jesus during the call and threatened to hang up if not followed. As the operator refused to call him Jesus, customer Mark hung up and rang back several times with the same obscure request. He made his final call to make a formal complaint because they would not call him Jesus. 

The dot over the letter 'i' is called a tittle

Festivus in Kirribilli

Had a fabulous Sunday eating cheese, shrimps off the barbie, sweet delights, and hanging with friends under the bridge, drinking to the start of holiday shenanigans.

Weekend Fun

Loved StereoSonic

The Music.

The Atmosphere.

The Sun.

The High.

The Summerlove.

All day dance-a, drink-a,-thon
and fun with
Friends, friends, friends

I want to be coddled.

When I get sick, either flu or stomach sick...

I become the biggest baby ever.
I want to punch people in the face, but often do not.
I want my mummy.
I want to tell people to fuck and often do.
I want to be coddled and fussed over.
I want to take any drug that will restore regularity and my delightful self.

Cry Baby

For my friends who really know me, you would know it well that I cry a lot.

I cry when I’m sad. I cry when I’m blissfully happy. I cry when I find something ridiculously funny. I cry when I’m mad. I cry when I watch movies that rouse any of the aforementioned emotions. I even cry when my girls Ran and Lu re-tell the story-line of ‘PS I love you.’

I guess you can call me a cry baby or a wimp but I like to think of myself as extremely in touch with my emotions… A feeling being?

Anyway, I decided to research on the internet (a most trust-worthy source) how I can stop the urge to cry and found some really great tips (italics denotes sarcasm):

1. Apparently, screaming helps sometimes. Get something to scream into that makes it muffled and quiet. (hmmm... I’m sure this would not have been appropriate if I did this when I was doing my speech at Jojo’s 18th bday, or when I did a toast for my dads 50th)

2. Cross your eyes. This is a way to prevent tears from forming. (I tried this the other day as I watched the blind side and not only did I still cry, but also gave myself a headache. My brain doesn't like it when I confuse my eyes like that)

3. Practice long, slow deep breathing every day. ( I do apply this everyday… but not to combat my crying spells hahahaha not going to get into it)

4. Shift your jaw forward sharply. Apparently this facial posturing is incompatible with crying and will usually stop an impending crying spell quickly and effectively. I tried this facial in the mirror, and it is incompatible with pretty and seeing how I looked pulling this face made me want to cry

5. Smile and laugh to avoid being the target for bullies. Absolutely nothing to do with preventing a good cry. But I thought was the only good advice that I found.

Anyways, off I go. There is even a higher probability that I’ll cry today, as being pre-mental, I mean pre-menstrual makes me a little bonkers.

No. 3 Baby!

So for the last couple of months I've been MIA. Not just from blogging, but from many a social event. How it pained me to say no to a Friday afternoon beer. But whilst I have missed it, the sacrifice has paid off! We've been training crazy for the 2010 Australian Salsa Classics which just wrapped up this past weekend.

This is our first comp and it has been the most amazing thing ever!We placed 3rd at the Nationals- Professional on 1 Division and I couldn't be more thrilled. It feels like first!!!!

Love to Mikey-mon my wonderful dance partner, my brother from another mother.

Love to my family and friends who came and supported us on the night and for your positive vibes.

Love to Latin Motion, my other family. To everyone there who has supported Mikey and I. A special thanks to Oli our instructor and counsellor ;)

Last but not least, love and cuddles to my darling Lion who has supported me throughout this entire journey. Thankyou for everything!

So here is our first ever Comp debut:



xoxo

Kiss The Girl! love

OMG One of my favourite Disney songs.I'm pretty sure this is going to be played at my wedding...

I remember as kids, my cousin and I were in love with Prince Eric and we used to fight about who was Ariel. My argument with my cousin was that I was most like Ariel because- I had long hair and because I had a nice voice like hers. LOL I don't know how I also missed the most obvious point that I was most like Ariel cause I am also a princess. haha Funny.

Blog Fatigue :(

It has been 40 days since my last entry and I have many a blog confessions. However due to my annoying habit of over-committing myself, trying to do a million things at once, somethings had to give.

One being the blog. I have been so mentally and physically drained the last month, that after a days end of work and dancing I can barely string a couple of sentences together let alone write a whole blog.

Second being decision making about anything generally outside of work. A sure sign that I am fatigued is that I resign all decisions regarding the day to day domestics, weekend activities over to my bf or to anyone else involved really. My standard answer being- 'whatever babes- up to you...' Seriously, if you asked me to join a plot to rob a bank over the last month I would have been perfectly agreeable.

Thirdly, not a biggy but definitely an energy waster is small talk with people I don't really know and/or I don't really like. On any normal day, I am somewhat amenable to chit-chat with just about anyone, but this last month I can't be f'ed. Perhaps its a bit anti-social of me, but... I don't really care.

Anyhow, I am slowly catching up with myself and with spring about, I feel it in the air and in my step. I do feel automatically energised...

I asked a couple of work mates to start running with me at lunch and surprisingly there were some takers. The running club was born and ready to bring sexy back hahaha.

Anyhow. I'm signing off. I have go do the hundredth thing on my to do list... OR I might just take a nap. hmmm.

xoxo

Hit & Miss of Domesticated bliss

Some of my most favourite and not so favourite things in our first year of co-habitation:
He loves to cooks. I love to eat. :)
He cooks the best lamb chops in the world and Lamb chops are my fave. :) :)
I ask him to vacuum, instead he decides to fix a tap that doesn't need fixing. :(
I clean and disinfect the toilets, while he takes out the rubbish. :) but also a :( (cause I really don’t like having to clean toilets)
I get to wake up next to him every day to give & get plenty of cuddles.:):)
When I roll over to his side of the bed and put my face on his pillow to be closer to him, I realise my face is in a puddle of his drool. :(
Our ensuite is teeny tiny so we bash into each other when getting ready for work in the morning :( He’s started using our other bathroom, :)
He sometimes forgets that we share a bed and squashes the shit out of me when he rolls to the middle of the bed. :( But in the middle of the night when the blanket is not on me, he will pull it over me to make sure I’m warm aaaaww. :) :)

Not in that kind of mood.

I went into the art store today to buy some materials for a mood board I'm working on with an 'island escape' theme. This will be an out-and-out cinch since I've been harnessing this energy for the last dreary cold month from my longing of a tropical getaway. Which by the way remains unbooked but all planned out- a short, but heavenly sweet holiday to Bora Bora with the boy in tow, white sand through our toes, swimming in clear blue warm water, cocktails on the beach and daily massages... (insert big sigh here) But I digress, where was I? Yes that's right, I can't wait to get stuck into this project.

The lovely art store lady was really helpful, showing me all the different types of adhesives I could use for samples with different textures/materials etc. As far as art store ladies go, she was definitely an expert and also was kind enough to suggest another theme for my project...

She quite excitedly recommended doing a Brothel theme, saying to me- 'You could go wild!'. Now I had to do a double take cause I wasn't sure that was what she said and secondly, I didn't think that she would be serious. But yep, that is exactly what she said and she was plenty serious. I replied... 'hmmm maybe not quite the clientele I am looking to do business with but that's interesting...' and then I started to have visions of red light '69' neon signs on dingy street corners and PVC, PVC leather everywhere... She went on to tell me that her husband made up the neon signs for these businesses and three very important reasons why there were the best customers to have:
1. They will always pay whats agreed to- never going back on their word
2. They always pay above market price and finally,
3. They will always pay in cash

Whilst these were pretty compelling reasons, I think I might stick to the g-rated clients and art store lady should stick to selling art store stuff. But it made for an interesting visit to the art store nonetheless.

Out of curiousity though, I have since googled ‘brothel’ just to see how I could possibly start such an association and let me tell you they weren’t exactly advertising ‘interior designers’ wanted...

Don't worry be Happy

This song always chills me out and lifts my spirits.

Doreen & Vic The cutest old couple in the world

OMG this is the cutest commercial ever... aaaaw

My masterchef.

As I am not the cook of the house, my boy has pretty much got authority on the dinner menu but for the most part he is quite obliging to his customers (being me) and will cook by request. However one evening, he became possessed with the masterchef spirit and decided he was going to experiment with the menu.

Upon hearing the dinner plan I declined and settled for the leftover lamb roast from the night before, whilst he concocted what was apparently going to be a culinary masterpiece.So, the gastronomic result was a tuna casserole with red kidney bean, baby corn, chopped onions, oregano with a dash of salt & pepper, vegeta and from what I witnessed (which he'll never admit to) every other spice and herb we had in the cupboard.

Now I'm no masterchef, but even I, (the most useless cook) know that the combination of the above ingredients does not a masterpiece maketh. He proceeded to eat the dish with a big smile on his face, making comments every once in a while 'mmm this is so nice...' and '...You don't know what you're missing out on'. As the only bean I like are the beans in jelly beans, I refused to even go near the thing whilst I savoured my 2nd day (but juicy nonetheless) lamb roast with baked vegies.

Anyways, I didn't realise that he cooked so much of the casserole that we could have eaten it for breakfast, lunch and dinner for the whole week until I saw the dish in the fridge the next day. I queried why he hadn't packed any for lunch and he proceeded to tell me that he needed to fix the dish first. Transalation: it tastes really bad, but I don't want to chuck it out and waste food. And so for dinner, he made me a steak, whilst he persevered with transforming his casserole to potato bake, by adding tomato paste, potato, bay leaves and cheese.

The end result appeared to be look much more appetizing then its original state, but the tuna-red kidney bead-baby corn casserole turned potato bake wasn't going to fool me. And for the last 2 days the boy has been trying to finish this dish for lunch like he has something to prove. Bless him.

Whilst it has has been slightly amusing, I feel kind of bad for my poor darling and so I have decided to make him dinner tomorrow night for a change (and by make dinner, I mean dial up our fave thai).

My beautiful jewels!

The boy and I went for a walk on a gorgeous Saturday afternoon to enjoy some great coffee at the cafe around the corner and to take a nice stroll to soak in some much needed vitamin d. So off we went hand in hand, looking forward to his cappucino and my weak skinny flat white with one sugar.

After our coffee we decided to venture into some of the warehouses/outlets up the road. Our walk was then extended to a window shopping expedition. The first 3-4 of stores were mainly for sporting wear/goods, which roused no interest in me as the idea of exercise repulses me and  I won't so much as run even if being chased. But much to my bliss we stumbled upon an amazing shoe store next door which stocks Italian and Spanish leather samples amongst other brands that make one salivate. At first, the sign outside showed absolutely no promise of a shoe heaven. But, in this instance the words ring true- don't judge a book (shoe store) by its (crappy 1980s) cover (shopfront sign). Anyway, as I needed some relief from the sporting goods overload  I decided to walk into the store and uncovered one of a kind finds... The type of shoes that make you giddy.

Now I can't believe I have never blogged about my absolute obsession for shoes, bags or fashion in general. I guess it may have something to do with my pre-occupation with interior delights. But the shoes I bought are completely blog-worthy.

Just when I thought I had found my favourite winter boot for the season, I could not believe my fortune in finding this store and secondly for having a bf who is an enabler of my shoe addiction. So I walked out with the following pair of jewels. Covet them ladies, I know you will!

It turned out to be a very expensive coffee but an absolutely sensational walk!

Funny

This makes me piss my pants.

An oldie but a goodie..

Tangled Brush causes Broken Hearts

Our adorable 6 year old niece Tara is growing up so quickly and learning so fast.I thinks its good that she is experiencing some of life important lessons at such a young age.

Some important lessons learned recently include: how to groom her hair, how to get the brush out if it were to get tangled to the shit-house and the consequences of these said actions. 

And so the story goes, as she tried to brush her beautiful blond hair on her own, the brush got a little sticky. With little, if any persistence of trying to get the brush out, she decided the best course of action was to take a pair of scissors and cut the bastard out. She probably thought- what the hell? (perhaps not in those words exactly) My hair will grow back, this is much less painful then if i try to yank it out and I don't think anyone will notice. Or perhaps, much like myself as a 6 year old, she didn't think at all and proceeded to commit the crime of massacaring her beautiful blond hair.

I'm not exactly sure where she disposed of the evidence, but forensics revealed a cowlick at the top of her head in place of her long luscious locks. At first her parents were concerned that she might have had some sort of illness causing her to lose hair. They thought about bringing her to see the doctor. But this affirmative defense would not hold up and as her parents continued to question her it became apparent that she was guilty of the cutting her hair, even though she vehemently denied it at first.

Once the verdict was in she was served her punishment-words from her mother about how she should never do it again and when initial concerns wore off, the family started to playfully chant 'Tara's a peacock. Tara's a peacock...', at first she wasn't phased, but all of a sudden she stormed off up to her room.

Later that afternoon, Tara approached her mum and said 'This is how I felt when all of you were all calling me Peacock' and handed mum this piece of paper:
 

It reads: This is wot tara fils like sad. Tara Hurot (Heart) Aaaaaaawww. She told me she will never cut her hair again. Bless.

Hungry?

Stimulus package explained

I got this email the other day... Thought it was Brilliant-

It's a slow day in a dusty little Australian town. The sun is beating down and the streets are deserted. Times are tough, everybody is in debt, and everybody lives on credit.



On this particular day a rich tourist from down south is driving through town , stops at the local motel and lays a $100 bill on the desk saying he wants to inspect the rooms upstairs in order to pick one to spend the night.


Owner gives him keys to a few rooms and as soon as the man walks upstairs, he grabs the $100 bill and runs next door to pay his debt to the butcher.


The butcher takes the $100 and runs down the street to repay his debt to the pig farmer.


The pig farmer takes the $100 and heads off to pay his bill at the supplier of feed and fuel.


The guy at the Farmer's Co-op takes the $100 and runs to pay his drinks bill at the local pub.


The publican slips the money along to the local prostitute drinking at the bar, who has also been facing hard times and has had to offer "services" on credit.


The prostitute rushes to the motel and pays off her room bill to the motel owner with the $100 ..


The motel proprietor then places the $100 back on the counter so the rich traveler will not suspect anything.


At that moment the traveler comes down the stairs, picks up the $100 bill, states that the rooms are not satisfactory, pockets the money, and leaves town.


No one produced anything. No one earned anything.


However, the whole town is now out of debt and looking to the future with a lot more optimism.


And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how the Australian Government's stimulus package works.

I f'ing love this song.

Regina Spektor she is a fairy princess!
Love love love.



Enjoy.

Snows

The only time I will ever embrace winter is when I'm putting my body on the line for a trip to the snows.

An amazingly talented friend of mine put this vid together starring our posse. Unfortunately, my snowboarding skills are just so so and I believe what ever so so skills I have will be be further out of sorts as my budget priorities this year are for getaways to tropical places, beautiful things for the home and really amazing shoes necessary for my well being hence, this snow bunny is staying home for the winter

I will miss screaming for a medic after a really bad stack, fall and roll and enduring pain-staking aches tailbone to fingertips, noggin to toes. So as I will not be going this year I will have to resort to just watching this video once in a while.
Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

xox

'Tings day to day Life' Soundtrack

It must be the filipino blood coursing through my veins that pre-disposes me to singing songs in my head all day long, but today a particular song that has been on repeat is Kokomo by the Beach Boys.

This song is the shit. It makes me go into la la land and automatically soothes my tired-ass. I would say that this is defo a reflection of how I'm feeling today. A nice holiday to Kokomo would be really nice.

Aruba, Jamaica ooh I wanna take ya

To Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama

Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go

Jamaica

off the Florida Keys

There's a place called Kokomo

That's where you wanna go to get away from it all

Bodies in the sand

Tropical drink melting in your hand

We'll be falling in love

To the rhythm of a steel drum band

Down in Kokomo

Aruba, Jamaica ooh I wanna take ya

To Bermuda, Bahama come on pretty mama

Key Largo, Montego baby why don't we go

Ooh I wanna take you down to Kokomo

We'll get there fast

And then we'll take it slow

That's where we wanna go

Way down to Kokomo

Nervous School Kid

So I recently started an interior design course. Which I just love love love. For the first time ever, studying does not feel like such a chore, or some sort of torture designed to drive me completely mad.

I finished my first subject with flying colours with a perfect grade 100/100 and this for my over-achieving nerdy self sent me giddy with pride! : ) Although I do have to mention that my first subject was 'How to Operate a Personal Computer', so it actually wasn't all too hard even for a techo-challenged person like myself.

In any case, I sent through an assignment today for my Design Principle course by snail mail. I swear as I was sealing the envelope I got all nervous about what marks/feedback I would get. Fingers crossed... I am secret-ing another stellar mark.

Sydney love x

Sydney is seriously one of the most beautiful cities in the world. Whilst I have been living here all my life, I will never tire of pretending to be a tourist and camera-whoring around the Opera House and the Harbour Bridge morning to night.

I could think of no better weekend spent, then to walk around Circular quay, stop off at the Intercontinental for tea and just chill on a gorgeous autumn day with my favourite boy.

We also took a peda-cab around the city for 20 minutes. It was just such a perfect day. aaawwww...

My new love.

My brother and his lovely gf just got back from the Hunter last weekend bearing gifts, gifts of the best kind. In addition to the gorgeous case of wine they brought back for me, they introduced me to my new love...

 LABNA. Holy moly. Where have you been all my life?

It is the most unbelievable, delectable, amazingly delicious cheese ever! Move over brie, get out of the way blue cheese! Labna, I lab you so. You are so lab-ley. I want to marry you hahahahah

Cookie Baby

Winter Blues

I am seriously freezing my knockers off and if I had balls I'm pretty sure they too would've frozen off by now.

It's only the 8th day of winter and it pains me to say that there are 84 more days left and its inevitably going to get colder.

Holy-shitface. I've been living in Sydney most my life and I would have thought that I'd be used to the benumbing temperatures of winter by now. I whine about it to the pomos at work and they keep telling me that our winter is summer compared to the UK weather, like that's supposed to make me feel better... I don't care what it's like in our mother-land, I'm in Sydney and I'm fucking freezing.

My cold-threshold is zero. My body is in shock. I find myself wanting to pee every 10 minutes cause I'm so cold. I have to walk around our place in two pairs of trackies, two pairs of socks, a singlet, a longsleeve another longsleeve and a jumper. Layers of warmth, my armour against my enemy- Winter. Also, my boy is always uncannily (if that's a word) hot (maybe he's a werewolf), so I snuggle up to him every second I get. I rub my freezing cold feet on him and if I scratch him by accident- he tells me to get my tree-climber feet away from him. hahaha But this is my favourite way to combat the cold. Unfortunately I can't bring him around with me everywhere I go.

At least the sun has come out to play. Second to the cold, I completely loathe the rain.

Oh woe is me. Winter. Its bullshit.

14 yr old Asian Whitney Boy.

This kid is amazing... Holy shitface...

Friday MasterClass.

I love how on Masterchef, Masterclass all the contestants are forced to make comment on the judges dish and they all try to say something about 'how something or other really brings out the flavour' and all seem to agree on how great the judge chef cooks. If that were me, I would love to just outright say 'this tastes like shit' and watch the greek or english dude just lose his nut hahaha.

On another note, why I'm at home on a Friday night watching masterclass, switching to 'Better homes and gardens'? I don't know... but I've learnt 2, no 3 very important lessons.. sugar retards the rice, you can substitute agar agar with gelatin and the greek judge chef dude shakes a lot when he talks.

I need a holiday.

I was looking through my fisheye holga pics... Some of my NY faves

I miss me...

So I have been ridiculously busy at work, trying to fit time for study, dance, family, friends, my bf and most important of all for my sanity- me... Time which I seriously miss right now.

Being so spreadly thin, makes me extremely unhappy. Equilibrium needs to be restored somehow. On top of it all its getting cold and the rain has been persistent. This whether sucks balls... Also another thing dampening my spirits....

Perhaps I am also feeling this way given the crazy week. I believe I had my first chest pain as a result of stress the other day at work... I can't believe I give that much of a shit. I've had stress headaches and a few sleepless nights in the past. I thought in the last 2 years I'd become quite resilient and mostly take things in stride. But for whatever reason, there it was... I thought I was having a heart attack.When I got home I realised that I need to take a chill fucking pill. I considered drinking a bottle of red and realised we're out of my fave.

So plan for the weekend to aid my overworked self- do shit all, unwind, drink plenty of red, spend some quality time with boy and me.

Royalet Elite...

We spent a lovely day  wondering around the home show yesterday. There were some great stands about all things home, but one stand in particular I noticed a huge crowd of people all gathered round. Naturally, I wanted to get in on the action so I scooted my way through the crowd to see what the fuss was all about. When I finally got to the front there was a guy putting on a demonstration for the most incredible product out:

The 'Royalet Elite'

  

(And when I say demonstration, I don't mean that the guy was on it with the sunday paper hahaha) He was simply working the many incredible features on this baby.

My favourite features bolded below:

• Two nozzle system - His and Hers
• Adjustable nozzle positioning
• Adjustable water temperature
• Adjustable water pressure
• Massage feature (nozzle moves back & forth)- Not sure how this works exactly haha but massages are good.
• Rhythmic pulse feature 
• Anti-microbial seat
• Heated seat with adjustable temperature
• Self cleaning nozzle
• Hydraulic "anti-slam lid and seat
• Warm air drying with adjustable air temperature
• Deodoriser
• Built-in air freshener
• Wash & dry one touch button function
• Power save function
• Built-in pump
• Water purifying filter
• Human sensor

I found it amusing that these were selling like hot potatoes. For those interested, you can purchase one of these for just $1600 a pop. It's an expensive replacement for toilet paper but it has 'a nozzle that moves back & forth' & 'rhythmic pulse feature' so there may be something more to it for some hahahahaha.

I heart Etta James.

One of my favourite songs to chill to.

Enjoy!

How f-ing embarrassing

I felt the hussle and bussle of lunch as I waited for the green man to grant us passage across the busy road.  As the cars came zipping by, I  stared past the people across the way, daydreamming about what I was going to eat for lunch. The lights signaled walk and halfway across the road my left heel came loose and off my foot. I struggled to slip my shoe back on and I felt myself panicking with the 10 seconds I had left to get to the safety of footpath. With people watching (and sniggering at) me in the middle of the road as the oncoming traffic prepared to run me over, I staggered back to the other side of the road without my shoe. I watched in horror as the approaching cars came in droves and held my breathe hoping my shoe would not get crushed. As if it wasn’t already embarrassing enough that I was standing at the sidewalk with only one shoe on, I was mortified at the thought that I would have to potentially walk into a shoe store with either the one heel or no shoes on at all... Fast forward moments of pure humiliation and a couple of mitues later the traffic came to a holt and I hobbled over to my shoe. Luckily, other than the sheer embarrassment I was feeling, my shoe and I came out of the whole ordeal unscathed. I quickly picked up my shoe and put the bastard on.

I was totally frazzled and just as I was calming down I walked past a lady who I see in my peripheral vision dropping her banana bread and as I see it dropping to the floor in full sight, my catlike reflexes failed me as I also watch my foot step on top of this lady's lunch seconds later. OMFG, (I thought to myself) is this seriously happening right now? hahaha I apologised profusely and bought Lina (whom I will always remember as the banana bread lady) another slice cause I felt so bad...


I have to say that's the most eventful walk to the food court I've had in a long time.

Butterfinger... devil

Damn you Butterfinger so heavenly and hellish.

  Heavenly for your chocolate peanut buttery goodness & hellish for my fat ass which can't resist you. 

I was looking through my pics from my US trip from 2008 today and I remember scoffing down packets of the snack sized bars every day. I put on 5kgs in 4 weeks... Although eating all those churros and Jack in the Box may have contributed to that also.

My tummy doesn't feel good.

• Rice with left over roast beef for breakfast
• Espresso coffee with Chocolate wafer sticks for breakfast dessert (if there is such a thing?)
• 3 Empinadas, 7 freshwater oysters, 4 slices of smoked salmon, Rice with a lovely filipino stew for lunch
• Leche flan, watermelon, rock melon & gelatin  for dessert
• 2 mandarins & some more leche flan to tide me over until dinner
• Butter Popcorn & 1.5 litres of coke over a fabulous movie
• More rice with chicken and cashew nuts for din din
• Boy Bawang (this yummo garlic-flavoured snack) & red rock morrocan lamb and lemon something or other chips
• Another mandarin
• one last coffee on top.

It seemed like a good idea at the time to consume all of the above during a lovely Sunday, but my tummy doesn't quite agree. 

Last night I was trying to help Lionel's sister choose songs for her wedding. 'Trying' being the operative work as unfortunately, most of my suggestions didn't make the cut. I guess that could be because if it were up to me I would be playing Disney songs, The Beatles, Justin Timberlake and some other randoms for most of the night hahaha.


So I dedicate this song (one which did not make the list) to Steven & Vanessa, on your wonderful day and for the rest of your lives:





MUCH LOVE & CONGRATULATIONS
xoxox

David Ryan Harris- My BF

Another one of my absolute faves on my youtube playlist:.


ENJOY!!!

For my Dad & his shoehorn.

Apparently in addition to my 3 maybe 4 faithful readers- lionel and a couple of my gfs, my parents have also found a way to get to my blog link.

Now don't get me wrong my parents aren't total geriatrics but they certainly aren't spring tech-savvy chickens either and so I give them props for having discovered my link and double props cause they found it through FaceBook. Bless.

So my dad had a bit of blog envy when he saw that I had written a blog which took the piss out of my mum. So I thought it only fair to have a blog dedicated to my favourite dad, who is just wonderfully amazing, who is an inspiration and tells his favourite daughter everyday (most days) that she is great.

So, I thought I would share with you all my dad's latest and greatest doohickey the Shoehorn & friends this not the traditional looking shoe horn. It is is supersized. Observe below:

Of course when I asked my dad why he or anyone else in the world would use this contraption, he proceeded to enlighten me with the benefits of his most treasured tool:

• The back of your shoes don't get squashed
• This one is compact & portable (I mean I'm not sure why you would need take one of these anywhere)
• This one is adjustable to any height and angle so you can use while standing or sitting & most amazingly it has a wrist strap to help prevent dropping it.

I must admit after pleading his case and with some deliberation I am now a shoehorn convert. My favourite dad is getting his favourite daughter one for her birthday.

Farewell my dear friend.

Good bye my dear friend. We've had some great times together. I remember the first day I saw you, the first day I held you , we were a match made in heaven. I looked forward to our years together and I was excited for the experiences to come.You've been there to help me remember and capture the happiest moments, we've seen the world and back. You have always been a trusty companion and have stuck with me through the bumpiest of rides. But as of late you've not been as reliable as you once were and I'm afraid you've let me down. The once harmonious relationship we had is now dis-functional and I have to end it now. |Whilst we've ended on slightly good terms, I do mostly have fond memories. It is a sad case of, out with the old and in with the new, I'm sorry but I knew this day would come. Good bye my dear friend, my Canon IXUS 860IS you will not be forgotten even though you have been replaced.

Waiting, waiting, waiting in line....

Today was invariably a day of waiting in lines.

This morning I waited in line for a coffee & raisin toast before work

When I got to work, I waited in line to get through our swipe gates

Through the swipe gates, I waited in line to get into the lift

When I printed my meeting schedule for the day, I waited in line for the printer

In between a meeting, I called to change my direct debit details for my bills, I waited in line for the next customer rep

At lunch I waited in line to order my pad thai

And in doing some lunch time errands, I waited in line at the bank, at the supermarket and the post office (I mean who needs to receive things by post these days? The tax office that’s who)

Back at work, I waited in line to get into the lift

Up the lift, I went for my afternoon ‘nose powdering’ routine and I waited in line to go to the bathroom

Sitting at my desk, I drank the last of my water bottle and ofcourse when I got to the kitchen, I waited in a (short) line (but a line none the less) to fill up my water bottle

Home time arrives, I waited in line to get on the bus

I get on the bus and I waited in line to timestamp my ticket

I sit down on the bus on the way home and so came the end of a day, that was invariably a day of waiting in lines.

The moral of the story is that waiting in a line sucks balls & they really need to fix the lifts at work

On the way to work...

I woke up at 7 this morning. Snoozed twice till 7:22 and finally dragged myself out of bed. I wondered aimlessly into the bathroom in auto-pilot, going about my morning routine as I do every usual work day. I got in the shower to wash the sleep away & to warm up the left hemisphere of my brain. As I cleansed, soaped, conditioned I prepared for the onslaught of quandaries that would be on the other side of my 8:15 coffee. 

7:35 I glimpsed at myself in the mirror, dried, deoderised & dressed. For a moment, I remembered myself as a 6 yr old wanting to be a glamorous movie star and with one last look,  I wondered how I became just another white-collared stooge as I grabbed my bag and keys.

7:42 I drove out of the garage, turned the radio on to Kyle & Jackie O only to tune them out with my inner ramblings. I strategised my first meeting- agenda, attendees & outcomes. I was preparing for some difficult conversations, which blurred into a time when I was preparing for my first ballet recital. My agenda in life was to be a prima ballerina. The attendees would be my audience and my only outcomes were to entertain & inspire.

7:53 I arrived at the office and set forth through the automatic doors with swipe card in hand. I anticipated the hundred or so emails biding a response. My brain cramped with RSI provoked by the humdrum of replying to email after email. A monotonous task, where the only creativity required is to figure out another way to say 'fuck off' with decorum. I would say that I've become quite the wordsmith in this regard, but not the storyteller I once aspired to be. I remembered my book of short stories, now gathering dust in a box somewhere along with my imagination.

7:56 The elevator dinged "level 3", my stop to the time being. As I walked to my desk, I greeted passers-by 'good morning', smile in check & thoughts of my transit to work, a journey through pursuits that could have been slipt to the back of my mind. 8:03 I am logged on, ready for a days work and go about my way, like I do every usual day.

Just Lovely.

These rooms:
Take my breath away
Make me green with envy that someone gets to do this for a living
Make me want to redecorate our whole apartment

My Mum the Professional Ring Announcer

My mum is ridiculously fresh, bless her soul. Today we were watching a replay of a Manny Paquiao fight against another guy who he beat senseless.... but anyways, my mum playfully imitated the professional ring announcer Michael Buffer- "... Lets get ready to Raaaaaaaaaambooooooooooooooooooo!". I looked at my mum with a puzzled expression. "What was that ma?". My mum replied 'Let's get ready to rambo... like fight." My mum is too cute. Bless.

Happiness

Flush it or Wax it.

Every time I walk into the cubicle and find a nasty surprise- pubic hair on the toilet seat, i think:

- Why didn't the woman before me do a sanitary check & clean before leaving?
Is it so hard to be considerate of your fellow woman?
And secondly-
- Ummm Brazilian much?

I don't believe in pubic hair. I know most of my gfs live by the same edict and I would guess that nowadays, it has to be part of most women's maintenance routines. But for those of you who don't rock the 'bare down there' look & feel, I totally respect that but please keep it in your pants or at least flush it down if you're moulting.

Thanks.

I'm a Perfect Artist

Aside from missing my parents terribly since moving out of home, I have also been missing the 10,000 song catalogue- magical magic mic my dad has at home. I totally miss belting Whitney, Mariah, Spice girls for hours and hours, putting on my own concert for my parents and next door neighbours.

Alas, since we don't have karaoke over at our place I made do with singing in the shower. This didn't really give me the same satisfaction as the magical magic mic, as my shower head can't give me a score out a 100 and it cant tell me that I sing like a 'Superstar' or that I'm a 'Perfect artist'.

So I went in search of a temporary substitute and luckily enough I didnt have to go far. I am now obsessed with finding karaoke songs on youtube!

I can now belt Whitney, Mariah, spice girls and lately Beyonce for hours and hours, putting on my own concert for lionel and our upstairs neighbours. To top it off lionel always give me a 100 score and tells me I'm the most beautiful-est 'Superstar Perfect Artist'. hahahah

So I thought I would share with you my new found joy.

For my opening act to engage the crowd (Lionel) with my amazing vocal ability I sing:



Then to lighten the mood and get the crowd dancing i sing:


& to finish it off & so the crowd can leave feeling inspired I love to sing a classic:



Enjoy.

Things that make me say Shit!

1. Getting to the front door and realising I left my keys in the house
2. Running for the bus and still missing it
3. Dropping my iphone and cracking the screen
4. Finding out that it would take a week to fix the screen of my iphone
5. Dropping my iphone after i just got the screen fix
6. When the car doesnt start cause I drained the battery by leaving the lights on over night
7. Doing 6. repeatedly
8. Busting two lights in a week and not being able to change the light bulbs because of our high ceilings
9. Having 6 & 8 happen while the bf is away overseas
10. When you drop the kids off at the pool and realise there's no toilet paper

Sweet Sweetest Berry

I've always liked Guy Sebastian, by far the most talented Aussie idol ever. I can't say that I'm totally fanatical about him. But I would have to say he does a marvellous job of this amazing song:



Enjoy!

xoxo

Sunday Delight

Yesterday we went to Audley at the Royal National Park. It was a glorious Sunday arvo. Relaxed with David Ryan Harris tunes playing. Blue skies, warm weather, a couple of glasses of red, King Island blue cheese with cabernet paste and great friends. What a Perfect Sunday.

My Top 5 Projects:

1. Starting a look book

2. Painting feature walls in our study and main bedroom

3. Becoming a samba queen
4. Planning next overseas trip with the bf
5. Researching properties in Las Vegas!


Project Updates:

1. Starting a look book: Have 2 looks to post, but since my camera is broken I haven't been able to take proper pics. I really can't wait to join the collective fashion-conscious. But happy to report that I will be returning to my snap-happy/camera whoring self this week when the bf picks me up a new shiny camera
2. Painting feature walls in our study and main bedroom: Went to Bunnings the other day and chose out our colours: Chocolate Glimmer Metallic & Pewter Illusion Metallic.
3. Becoming a samba queen: I took my first class last week. My butterfinger guts and my steak-rump went through shock treatment with all that booty shaking. Oooh Yeah. Tonight will be my second class. I want a svelt super sexy bod like those b-faces. If I had their bods I would have no problems walking around in a g-string everywhere not just dancing in one.
4. Planning next overseas trip with the bf. Hopefully the boy can get time off work. I need a holiday. One where we would have no where to be, but to be, which would involve lots of beer and good food.
5. Researching properties in Vegas! Yes, I hope to have a holiday/party home in Vegas. Totally random but since my parents loved it so much there when they went on a big US adventure, they have asked me if i would like to 'chip in' for a place. Where is that spare $100k i had lying around?? But anyways, if it turns out to be a viable investment, I will sell my body if it means I have an amazing apartment in Vegas.

Hawaii-Lagged

I just got back from Hawaii again about 2 weeks ago and whilst I haven’t had a relapse of post-hawaii blues when holiday-ing in Hawaii my wiring becomes accustomed to a certain way of life. My body is totally Hawaii-lagged, since coming home I’ve had to fight the following urges:

Saying ‘Aloha’ to Shop assistants or to anyone in general

Craving for red velvet cheesecake from the cheesecake factory

Having a 3pm nap at my desk at work (Noon was about the time I had a daily nap at Waikiki beach)

Craving for a beer at about 9pm everytime (6pm was about the time we had our daily beer at Waikiki Yard house)

Wearing a bikini to work (now if I did this, it could either get me fired or maybe even promoted)

aaaaaaaaaawwww...... I HEART HAWAII