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.