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Shopping
I embarrassed myself in Borders today when someone came up behind me and decided to pinch my butt, making me shriek loud enough for half the damn store to turn around and look my way. I turned around ready to lay into whoever it was, but I couldn’t help but shriek again and hug him, causing people to turn around and give me weird looks again.
It turned out to be one of my friends who I hadn’t seen in almost 2 years, he was one of my bestest buds in high school. We stayed in touch for a bit, but I guess life got in the way and we just never got to see each other much. I didn’t get to go to his 21st because I had Kathryn’s to go to and, he couldn’t come to mine because it was his best friend’s party on the same night.
We supposedly had the whole will-they-or-won’t-they thing going on but nothing ever came of it, much to the disappointment of some people who took a bizarre interest in our relationship. Neither of us understood why people thought we should hook up, sure we hung out a lot and had the playful banter happening, but the connection between us was, and still is, purely platonic. He’s not really my type either.
Anyway, since we couldn’t decide what to buy we decided to pick out books for each other. I picked out one of my favourite books, The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky for him and he came back with The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho for me. Only problem was I’ve already read The Alchemist about, oh, 10 times. I first read it when I was in year 12 after a suggestion by my Modern History teacher and absolutely adored it. I could probably recite it. Ok, well not really, but you get what I mean. So he had to pick me out another book.
The Bell Jar. Read it.
Girl, Interrupted. Read it.
The Unbearable Lightness of Being. Read it.
Prozac Nation. Read it.
A Walk to Remember. Read it.
“Read muchly Lis?”
This went on for about 8 or so books, and it was kinda freaky that he knew what kind of books I enjoyed reading. Finally he came back with a book called More, Now, And Again by Elizabeth Wurtzel, the sequel to her kick ass Prozac Nation (I'm hanging out to see the movie, but I don't know when it's going to open here or if it will go straight to video).
We ended up going shopping the rest of the day before I had to work tonight and was fun catching up with him again. I thought I was fussy when it came to the things I buy, but man, I was ready to pay for the stuff he trying on because I couldn’t stand hearing him ask “does this look alright on me?” for the bazillionth time.
“You are such a girl!”
I’m now lusting after this spiffy black jacket I saw, but none of the stores had it in my size. I’m now on a mission to find it. I'm already picturing what I could wear it with, hee. Don’t you hate it when you really want something, but are just too impatient to wait for it?
Poster issues
I actually went quite well in the research findings report I did for my research paper, especially for my last minute effort. The poster presentation was due yesterday, and I had issues with trying to get it to work the way I wanted it to.
We managed to make him reduce the size of the poster to 1 metre x 1 metre, instead of the ridiculous 1.5 x 1.5 size. Getting this piece of cardboard home was such a bitch, especially because the day we bought it it was so windy at uni and we were literally being blown away. Luckily there were relatively few people around to laugh at us, heh.
It was supposed to be ‘creative’ so I decided to make it look like a map of the world, and have shapes of aeroplanes and suitcases stuck on at different destinations on the map which would have the information. It sounds kinda lame, but looked so brilliant in my head. Trying to get it to work was a different story.
I decided to paint the world map, and so I had to sketch it out on the cardboard. This took longer than expected because I couldn’t get the proportions right, and because well, I’m not that good at drawing to begin with. After sketching it out I was all set to paint it and make it look pretty, only problem was the only paintbrush I had was tiny, and if I used it would probably have taken me hours to paint this damn map.
So I went searching around the house, and the closest thing I could find was one of those basting brushes that you use when cooking. It was the basting brush or nothing, so I went with the brush. I was about half way through when I had had enough (and because my mum was bitching at me for using her cooking stuff to paint), so I slapped the paint on my hands and decided to re-live my finger-painting days in Kindergarten. It didn’t look half bad when it was done, and our glass dining table got a paint job at the same time.
I was up until about 4am yesterday morning finishing it off because it took so long to draw the shapes, then making sure the text fit in and then cutting them out. I was quiet proud of my little effort, and carefully placed it out of the way of anything that might spill on it before I headed off to get a couple of hours sleep.
I managed to get my dad to drive me into uni before he went to work on yesterday, and so I decided not to cover it since it was a short car trip. The poster survived the trip unscathed, but as I was walking through the commerce courtyard to the John Goodsell building where our lecturer’s office is, a drop of water from one of the trees got on my poster and smudged the writing on one of the planes.
GRRR.
I was pissed, all that effort not to get it ruined and just as I was about to hand it in it got stuffed up. Just. My. Luck. Schmeh.
I’m glad that’s over with so that I can concentrate on the final report which is due in two weeks, 50% of my final grade for the subject so I'm thinking it won't be wise to do my usual night-before jobs. Now I have to come up with a creative way for my poster presentation for my YOT. I was thinking either making it look like one big microphone or perhaps make it look like a stage? Ehh, I’m not sure yet. Any other suggestions are welcome *hint hint*
Randomness
I’m heading off to City Live again tomorrow night. Yes, I have been converted, hee. I have to work at 8am on Saturday morning though, so that will be interesting. I just hope we don’t get any snarky customers because I don’t think I’ll be in a very pleasant state.
I have Sunday off work, I haven’t had a Sunday off in god knows how long. Yay. I did want to do some classes at Sydney Dance Company, but I don’t think they are on this week because of the Sydney Writer’s Festival which is using their studios for some of the events. I wouldn’t mind checking that out, but I don’t think any of my friends would be interested in listening to book readings and such. Oh well. I guess I can always go shopping ;)
Sales chick: Aww, your boyfriend is so sweet.
Me: My what? Ohh, no. We’re not together.
Sale chick: Oh, it looked like you were
Me: No way. Oh but that doesn’t mean he isn’t a nice guy! Feel free to hit on him! Please hit on him
Hee.
Hold my heart
Searching for the answer,
nobody seems to care
I think I have looked for love to be the kind of thing where you're not pulling the strings in the dream and therefore you know it exists and someone cares about you.
And I'll be waiting by the window
for your smile to come through
It's that relationship where you can go transparent with another person as you two share your feelings and emotions. There's that complete trust and unconditional love. Sitting down all night long just talking and revealing yourself to another person while love reveals the hidden secrets, I think that is beautiful.
And it's a leap of faith,
when you believe there's someone out there,
it's a leap of faith when you believe that someone cares
I like thinking for as long as I matter to even one person, I can go through this life. As long as there is that one person who gives a damn about me, I will be okay. Because I guess I have always believed that one soul is enough for eternity.
And when I call out to you,
Will you be right there?
*sighs*
I adore this song, but for my own sanity I think I really should stop playing it and all the other angsty music I have been listening lately...
Pearls of wisdom
“You just have a habit of shutting those people who want to get close to you off. Just when they think they’re figuring you out, bam, up go those walls. And don’t give me that look Laris, you know I’m right”
My best friend just has way to much fun psychoanalysing me. She's taken a greater interest in my life at the moment since her boyfriend is in England, I'm starting to think she should have done pyschology instead of aviation.
In other news, I got my hair cut and I hate it. Blah.
Go the Blues!
It’s amazing how a simple football game can rouse so much passion in my guy friends.
It was if they were watching an Anna Kornikova tennis match- their eyes not wandering off the television screen unless they ran out of beer or if they needed to go to the bathroom. Thankfully the Blues kicked Queensland ass so we didn’t have to deal with them sulking.
This picture still makes me smile whenever I see it. Hee.
Good morning
Don’t you hate it when you wake up in the morning nice and toasty with your quilt and pillows mushed in a comfy position, and you want to stay all snuggly and warm, but you reluctantly drag yourself out of bed because,
a) you have to pee really, really badly;
b) you are absolutely starving and your stomach keeps on rumbling or
c) you have a parent continuously nagging you to get up because you'll be late?
Man, that’s really annoying.
Before I didn't have enough content in my report, now I have double the amount of words allowed in the word limit.
This is annoying, how does he expect us to condense virtually half a semester's worth of research into only 1500 words?
Although this twisted logic is not surprising coming from a lecturer who wanted us to do a poster presentation on a 1.5 meter by 1.5 meter piece of cardboard. Does he know how freaking big that is?
Must...not....watch...The West Wing...
Riss watching television = bad
Riss writing report = good
...Man, screw this.
*switches on tv*
Oh dear...
The research findings for my major project report are due tomorrow, but I have absolutely no idea how to mesh all these responses and statistical data into an academic discourse about tourism and economic development in developing countries.
No. Fucking. Idea.
I know what I want to say, but trying to articulate it just isn't happening. The delete button is closely becoming my new best friend.
*sobs*
It looks like I won't be getting any sleep tonight.
A huuuggggeeee thank you to those who answered the questions I sent out a couple of weeks ago. Muchly appreciated. Y'all rock :)
Weeee....
City Live = Awesome stuff!
…well if you cancel out the random acts of groping by sleazy guys and the lame pick-up lines. "Hey Baby," will not lead to an interesting conversation, and insulting my ‘white’ guy friends will not impress me. Anyway…
The place kicks the shiznit out of the clubs we have locally (not that they’re any good to begin with- it only exacerbated the fact that they suck). I don’t know why we hadn’t gone there before, I think because we thought it would be a hike when in fact Fox Studios is only a 25 minute drive from our area.
The place got packed so quickly, trying to dance downstairs on the dance floor was impossible without being shoved around by other people trying to make room. Man, we were hell scared that some chicks were going to bash us because we encroached into their ‘zone’. They were rather, um, healthy looking and were so feisty. Fearing for our safety we ended up going upstairs to join the boys (who were relegated to being bag and jacket minders) for more room and for a better view, people were dancing up there so it was all good. The boys did provide some entertainment for the people around us upstairs because they were trying to dance but it looked so very wrong, hee.
Leaving the car park on the way home was amusing, there were these guys parked on the same level as us who was trying to show off by speeding around the car park but then as their car was about to go down the ramp it crashed into a pole, heh. I know we shouldn’t have cracked up laughing at their misfortune but if they weren’t being such try hards it wouldn’t have happened.
My work friends were initially feeling a little out of place because, well, they are all white and the majority of the other people there were not. Even in the line outside the looks they were getting really got to them because it was if people were thinking ‘what are they doing here?’ Pfft. But luckily it turned out to be a really great night. We’re going back again in a couple of weeks, so I guess you could say we’re converted!
Those who had to work at 8am pulled up pretty well yesterday morning, no excessive alcohol consumption induced vomiting incidents in the back sink or in the pygmy sink upstairs in the kiosk (we have two stores that the staff alternate at, one is an actual store, the other is a little kiosk/island thing) which is a first after a GJ night out. Ben was even up at 5:30am for swimming training, the freak.
Hee...
“A regular skim latte”
“That’s not a skim latte”
“Uh, yes it is”
“I saw you make it, it’s not skim. I can’t drink anything but skim milk”
“I can assure you it is skim milk. I checked when I made it”
“No it’s not made on skim. You poured it out from that jug”
“Oh, this jug that is labelled SKIM MILK?!?”
“Oh”
Riss 1, Rude Customers 0.
Mwahaha. I love it when customers rock themselves after bitching you out.
K: “What are you wearing tonight?”
Me: “Uh, I don’t know. Whatever. Why, what are you wearing?”
K: “I wanted to wear my pick-me-up pants but I don’t know what top”
Me: “Wait a minute, your what pants?”
K: “My pick-me-up pants”
Me: “You have pick-me-up pants?” *stifles laugh*
K: “Yeah! 85% success rate. They make my butt look gooood”
Me: “You cannot be serious”
K: “Come on, you have to have a pick-me-up piece of clothing, whenever you wear it you almost always hook up”
Me: “Um, no. I don’t make a mental note of the magnetic pull of my clothing on the opposite sex. Besides you know me, I’m not the type to purposely go out looking to pick up some random in a club”
K: “We’re going to have to work on that. You can just concentrate your efforts in finding me a cute boy tonight”
Me: “Dude you're driving half of us home, we better not get shafted for some guy. I refuse to do a boot run”
Woo-ha!
A group of my work friends and I are heading to City Live at Fox Studios tomorrow night. It was supposed to just be a girly night out to celebrate Jen’s birthday, but since the guys plan for a boys night out on Saturday fell through, they’ve decided to crash our Friday night shenanigans. It's probably a good thing that they're coming since we don’t want a repeat of the events of our last girly night out, sleazy old men = eww to the nth power.
None of us have been to City Live before so it should be fun. I feel sorry for Matt, Ben and Samantha though, they have to work at 8am in the morning. Not to sound childish, but sucked in. Hee.
I think the customers we had in the last half hour at work tonight think we're an odd bunch because we were singing and dancing to every song that played on the stereo. Now that's adding value to their service experience :p
Some got slightly irritated that Angela put N'Sync and Nelly's 'Girlfriend' song on repeat, oh, about 8 bloody times. However I think I have become brainwashed, because I can actually listen to the song now without wanting to cover my ears or throw blunt objects at people who actually like the song.
Noooo!
Michelle Branch was in Sydney last week on a little promo tour and I missed her appearance at Roselands. Accompanied only by her guitar, she sang 'Everywhere', 'All You Wanted' and 'Goodbye to You'.
And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time
Damn it, hearing that live would have been brilliant.
Why didn’t the radio or newspapers pimp her visit? They flood the media when other, less talented, musicians come to visit but totally ignore Michelle, who, well just fucking rocks. The bastards.
I was slightly disappointed by ‘break through’ CD The Spirit Room, which does not contain the same raw emotion that can be found in her independently released Broken Bracelet, which has to be one of my favourite CD’s as it's full of angsty goodness. I think her appeal lies in the fact that her lyrics convey sentiments that resonate with people. I know can identify with almost every song.
It’s a pity that in trying to attract a wider (read: mainstream) audience, that the realness and raw emotion of her voice gets lost. Nevertheless, I’m still a fan, and I’m still pissed that I missed her performance. "I'm sinking slowly
So hurry hold me
Your hand is all I have to keep me hanging on
If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away from here
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted
was somebody who cares..." Gross much?
Why do people answer their mobile/cell phones in the toilet?
Is it just me, or does the thought of someone talking to you on the phone whilst they’re doing their thing gross you out?
Seriously, do you think people calling you really want sound effects in the background? I'm sensing a big fat no.
I’ve noticed this phenomenon happens a lot in public toilets, you hear someone’s phone ring in one of the other stalls, and instead of letting the call ring out they actually answer it. Dude, that’s just nasty.
Shiznit
I have been sitting here for the last hour trying to figure out how to do the preliminary business plan for my YOT assignment without much success. I've called up my friends to see what they did but it seems they're as clueless as I am, shoving any numbers into the excel spreadsheet hoping to get a reasonable figure. Gah.
All this talk of revenue and cost parameters, IRR, ratios of debt and equity, price sensitivity analysis, and other accounting hoopla is giving me a headache. Help.
Paper pieces
"14/5/91
Dear Diary,
I'm sorry that I haven't written for six days. On Monday I got the merit certificate for always doing my best and helping others. Charissa has invited me to her b'day party. Boys are coming but can't sleep. We are gonna play spin the bottle and dare. But I don't like any of the boys who are coming. The girls can sleep over and have a slumber party at night."
I was looking through the drawers in my desk and I found the first paper diary I wrote in when I turned 10.
This especially made me crack up. Hard to believe this diary is eleven years old, talk about memories.
My aunt and uncle just got back from a three month around-the-world trip. They go overseas every year and this time round they went to Italy, Spain, Portugal, France and Thailand. They brought me back some nice stuff, but the one thing that really sticks out were the blessed Rosary beads from Fatima (where Mary appeared to the three children) that they gave me.
I think it may have been a hint for me to start praying more or something.
Despite growing up in a fairly devout Roman Catholic family, as most Filipino’s are, I’ve never been as religious as my parents would have liked. I can’t even remember the last time I went to Confession, it would have been when I was in Year 9 or 10.
I actually don’t even remember how to pray the Rosary. Uh, I know you say ten Hail Mary’s and a couple of Our Fathers, and then you recite some other stuff, but exactly what that other stuff is, or how many times you do it, I have no idea. Err, good to see just how influential all those years in the Catholic Education system were.
Nevertheless, listing to my aunt and uncle talk about their trip has only heightened my desire to travel at the end of the year. Yep, the wanderlust is kicking in big time.
Our original plans got shafted as a result of the big bruhaha between some of our other friends earlier this year. I don’t care if I have to go away by myself, I’m going somewhere. Anywhere.
I woke up extra early this morning to make my mum breakfast for Mother’s Day before I had to go to work, but we had nothing fit for consumption in our kitchen.
I was going to make her some omelette’s but there were no eggs, no eggs also meant no pancakes. The bread was stale, therefore no toast, and the milk (the skim, shape and full cream varieties we keep in our fridge) was expired cancelling out the final resort of giving her cereal. I could have offered her the leftover pizza from the night before, but I didn’t think that she’d find it appetising.
I didn’t end up making her anything and just went back to sleep for another half hour before I had to get up and get ready for work, hee. I would have gone to the supermarket, but none are open at 7:30am on a Sunday morning. But hey, at least I made an effort, so I can’t totally be branded an awful daughter. She did like the present I got her. She’s into all that porcelain and ceramic stuff, so I bought her six of those Royal Dolton porcelain long stem white roses- they got me brownie points :)
Whoops
I was supposed to buy my mum a Mother's Day present today but instead of buying a gift for her I bought a gift for me instead...well ok, gifts for me, hee. I think I should stay away from Borders because I always manage to spend a crapload of money in there whenever I go. But I can't help it, as lame as it sounds, books are one of my weaknesses. I am a self-confessed book whore, sometimes preferring to get absorbed in a good book rather than doing more exciting and sociable things. The midway
Matt made a new mixed cd for us to listen to at work, and we don't know whether to be impressed that he included some Counting Crows on it, or to be hella worried that he put some Little Mermaid and Aladdin songs on it as well. He'd be the only guy I know to admit to liking the song 'Under the Sea'.
Anyway, as a result of listening to the cd numerous times at work last night, I've rediscovered my adoration for the Counting Crows (bonus points to whoever can name the Counting Crows song whose lyrics have the title of my site in it). "we couldn't all be cowboys
so some of us are clowns
and some of us are dancers on the midway
we roam from town to town
i hope that everybody can find a little flame
me, i say my prayers,
then i just light
myself on fire
and i walk out on the wire once again..." Yeah. We couldn't all be cowboys so some of us are clowns and some of us are dancers on the midway. We all roam from town to town (relationships to relationships; feelings to feelings; moments to moments). This song "Goodnight Elisabeth" kinda emphasises what I'm feeling these days. It's a little of everything to do with love and love passing by. "if you wrap yourself in daffodils
i will wrap myself in pain
and if you're the queen of california
baby i am the king of the rain..." You may not know the feeling but this much I'll tell you: I'll wrap myself in pain.
It isn't pain like a brokenheart or where tears will endlessly flow. It's more of the feeling where you finally realise that you cannot or may never get the chance to hold the love of the person you do love. It then becomes a sad irony of wanting and needing. For a moment, every breath that love exhales, you want to be the person to inhale it.
It's about having feelings for someone who seems unattainable but you just can't help it because, when you're there, you're there.
Hush
There's so much stuff that's been bothering me today.
Yes, and some people...
I found out some stuff that I don’t think I was supposed to find out about.
It’s the whole some things are better left unsaid scenario…
But I've kind of decided that I won't allow myself to stoop to that level.
Because I’m not like that…
I'm not going to let myself sink to insulting people here.
Although if you must know...
There ARE some people that deserve it...
But then again that's the way the world is...
Sometimes you need those kinds of people...
To push you to want to show them up and prove them wrong.
Randomness...
My internet connection is going demented, it keeps booting me off every 5 minutes. Very annoying indeed.
This week at uni is quite cruisey for me because we don’t have any assignments due or assessment tasks, something that we haven’t had the privilege to experience since the first week of session. As Evita said yesterday, it’s our clam before the storm because the next few weeks aren’t looking good. Gah.
I hung out with Ben yesterday at uni, and after scoring some free fairy floss and chatting for an hour or so, I discovered he is not only a fantabulous writer (for Blitz and Faan), but also one really cool dude who totally cracks me up. Although I still can’t figure out how to read the quad’s sun-dial properly, hee.
In my brand management lecture tonight we watched a hour’s worth of television commercials. Sitting through normal commercial breaks between TV shows in painful enough, an hour pure commericals was complete torture. I ended up highlighting my lecture notes in rainbow colours to help pass the time.
Now I have the prettiest notes in the whole class :p
Oo la la
I got to work early this afternoon, so I decided to walk around the shopping center to kill time. But as I was walking towards Grace Brothers I noticed a huge ass crowd gathered around center stage. People were even crowding on the upper levels looking down, obviously waiting for someone important.
As I was going up the escalator I saw him, the guy who was causing all this fuss in a place where nothing saucy ever happens.
Ridge from The Bold and The Beautiful. Bwah!
He was being escorted down the escalator and flashed his day-time-soap-star smile at me as we passed each other on the escalator. I had to suppress the urge to burst out laughing in his face.
The crowd, mostly middle-aged mothers, went ape shit. Absolutely ballistic. The only time I've ever seen grown women go that pyscho is when underwear is on sale. Some of them started waving their 'I love you Ridge' (I counted at least 5 of them) and screaming like they were witnessing the Beatles second coming. LMFAO.
Disturbing, very disturbing.
X-rated shenanigans
When I got home from work I switched on my television to be welcomed by the sight of a three people going at it. It took me a second to realise that I was watching Big Brother Uncut, and not one of those soft porn foreign movies on SBS.
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