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Maybe I'm just running away from my problems. I have a thing with thinking that if I ignore something long enough it'll go away. That this was just a momentary lapse of reason. Perhaps it's not the best way to deal with things, but really, it's the way I feel that I want to handle this situation.
It just seems so much easier not to handle it.
(Or at least this is what I'm going to tell myself)
Here we go now...
One of the girls at dancing has come down with glandular fever and yours truly has to take her place at the Eisteddfod this weekend. I spent the whole of Thursday afternoon/evening learning the routine and spent the better part of yesterday afternoon and this morning in rehearsals. Nearly 20 hours of dancing in three days, that’s probably more exercise than I’ve done in a month.
There are 10 of us, 5 guys and 5 girls and we’re partnered off. The dance is to I’m a Slave 4 U, by Britney. Oh dear, the embarrassment. I don’t want to hear that song again for a long, long, longgggg time after this weekend. I thought the music video for it was quite raunchy, but our routine turns the naughtiness factor up 10 notches. It’s got awesome choreography, but this is definitely a dance I do not want my dad to see me perform, especially during the parts where our male partners essentially act like a human pole we have to dance around.
C’mon Larissa, I want to see it sexier
Despite yells from my dance teachers to put more into it as we went through the routine, I couldn’t take it seriously. How can I try to be sexy whilst feeling fat and bloated, suffering from severe cramps as my uterus feels like it wants to remove itself from the rest of my internal organs and a complete stranger is putting his hands in no parking zones?!? Hmph. I only met James on Thursday afternoon and bumping and grinding with him was not something I really wanted to be doing. I am also extremely ticklish, so whenever he had to grab or lift me (or basically do anything that required a lot of body contact) I would giggle.
Larissa, concentrate!
Gah. I’ll be fine when we compete tonight, I’ll vamp it up on stage. At least then I’ll feel more like a two-bit whore with the stage make up, non-existent costume and bright lights.
Public Service Announcement
My pal Jamie, your friendly UNSW Venue MPA, just sent out this email and requested us to pimp the news.
MAAAAAASSSSSIIIIVVVVEEEEEE news ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls!
Possibly one of the biggest oversights in the history of the union marketing department but I just found out about 1/2 an hour ago that Merrick and Rosso will be broacasting NOVA 96.9 breakfast show from the Roundhouse this Monday morning 26/8/02 from 6-9am. The one person who did know didn't know who Merrick and Rosso were and so didn't bother telling anybody so NOBODY KNOWS.
Now your mission, should you choose to accept it (and you will because you are all great friends of mine, or aquantances, or at the least ppl whos email addresses I have for some reason) is spread the word like wildfire. Email friends, family, cats, dogs, and get them to email there family, friends cats and budgies, we need to get as many people down here as possible to make sure it is not an absolute farce. We need 500+ for the competition they are planning alone!
NOVA has some awesome games and prizes and giveaways planned so even if you don't like them and don't agree that Merrick and Rosso are the funniest bastards in town then come down for the freebies at least!
Any questions please give me a call or call the office and speak to anybody here but do your best and get everybody down for a great morning!
Thanks kiddies
6am. On a Monday. MONDAY. Are people even up that early?!?
Words
Along with the other little trinkets in the package my friend Rowan sent me was a book called 'South of the Border, West of the Sun' by Haruki Murakami. I read it cover to cover this afternoon (again shafting my uni work) but introspective and reflective books like it always manage to suck me in. It is truly a moving story, it left me questioning my own bearings and life foundations. I highly recommend it. Thanks muchly for the book RJ :)
"I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something directed at me by members of the opposite sex. For want of a better word, call it magnetism. Like it or not, it's a power that ensares people and reels them in".
Excuse me while I lust after his writing.
Entertain me
Man, I think I'm in DVD heaven.
My parents brought me back 13 DVD's. A Walk to Remember! Spiderman! The Royal Tenenbaums! Black Hawk Down! A Beautiful Mind! Signs! Crossroads (don't laugh). And the list goes on...plus a whole heap of VCD's too. Niceeee. Looks like I won't be moving from in front of the television for a couple of days.
Anyone up for a movie night? Seriously, if you feel like hauling your ass down to The Shire y'all are welcome.
Uni work can wait, I gots me some DVD's to watch.
RJ you rock. Thanks mucho for all the goodies in the package, 'tis uber spiffy :)
And in other, totally unrelated news: Captured Moments.
The Sunday Six (formerly Riss is too lazy to write a proper Sunday post)
Observations of the weekend:
1. The last couple of days of having no parental units around have heightened my desire to move out of home. Sure my life is pretty comfortable, but I just feel like it’s time to do more things on my own. That I need to do more things out of this safety zone. I want to have a hella cool roommate! It won’t happen anytime soon since I can’t afford to support myself, but one can wish right?
2. I'm so far behind in my uni work already and it's only week 4. Blah. There are too many distractions at home, I think the uni library and I are going to get cosy in the next couple of days.
3. I overheard a couple of girls today talking about Avril Lavigne and how they’re all into punk music because of her. Punk my ass. The girl also attempts to rap (very poorly I might add), does that make her a rap star too? I'm sensing no. Now I’m not completely ragging on her because a) I like a couple of her songs (#4, #8 and #9 on her CD to be exact) and b) she has a good voice, but her stuff is essentially sentimental, girly rock. Her rather snarky, "I'm the shit" attitude is the main thing separating her from her music rivals in the lovely Ms. Branch and Ms. Carlton. Whoever thinks she is punk needs to be slapped. Seriously. Get thee to a CD player with some real punk music.
4. Still on music…thanks to a comment by her in someone’s LJ, I can’t stop listening to stuff by Musiq Soulchild. Me likey.
5. Leigh got her tongue pierced the other day. It was the most hideous thing I’ve ever seen done. The clamping, puncturing and the incessant drool was gross. Eww. She now wants to cash in on our pact we made at 16 to get tattoos together. We were supposed to go through with it on the weekend of our 18th birthdays (we’re born 4 days apart and 18 is the legal age) but we both chickened out and said we’d leave it until we got a bit older. I was hoping she forgot about it but she still has the piece of paper the pact is written on! I hate breaking promises, but this is one that I’m going to have to break or it’s going to need a lot of convincing (and alcohol me thinks) to keep. My parents will probably disown me if I branded myself for life.
6. Why is it socially acceptable for a guy to be with a younger girl but when chick is interested in a younger guy it’s like she’s breaking some rule? (And no, before anyone jumps to conclusions, I’m not referring to myself here. Really, I’m not)
I’ve always believed that we can see farther through a tear than through a telescope, that more spiritual progress is made through failure and tears, than success and laughter. Recognising that loss is not total. That there are times when a moment is greater because that someone and I shared something real in this world- it becomes something to remember and cherish even if they're gone.
The funeral is on Saturday. My parents left for Manila this morning, leaving me to fend for myself until they come back on Monday.
I just would like to thank each one of you for all the emails, messages and comments you have sent my way over the last few days. It was pretty overwhelming to know of the support and care you guys were giving, even from those people who read this but haven’t contacted me before. I thank you whole heartedly.
In Your Keeping
Larissa?
Hey Gino. There better be a good reason why you’re calling at 1:30AM in the morning
Lola died
What?
Lola died, about two hours ago
No. No, you can’t be serious
He was.
And I had to be the one to tell my dad that his mother had died. Words cannot being to describe how hard it was for me to do that. Just when he was getting over the death of his aunt.
I felt like a little girl again, crawling into my parents bed in the middle of the night seeking the warmth of their embrace after having a bad dream, only what I had to tell wasn’t something dreamt up in my subconscious.
This cannot be happening.
I want to go home. I want to be back in the Philippines with the rest of our family. I want to be surrounded by my cousins, aunts and uncles. I can’t sleep because there are a thousand different thoughts running through my head. I don’t want to cry anymore, but the tears keep on coming.
I didn’t even get to say goodbye. I didn't get to tell my grandmother how much I loved her and how much I missed her.
I think I am going to throw up.
Tell me I will never die,
Take away my pain;
Rock me gently in your arms
Say that I'll remain in Your keeping...
After uni today Leigh and I went formal dress shopping. We are not in year 12, nor are we planning on going to anyone’s formal (and not that we’d want to since we’d feel ancient), but we decided to be dorks and play dress ups. I look like a 17 year-old high school student anyway, so it wasn’t hard to pretend to be looking for the perfect formal dress when the shop assistants asked us if we needed help.
During this afternoon’s shopping adventure I found a gorgeous gown. It was one of those princess gowns, you know the ones with the bodice and the satin skirt with some tulle underneath. All I need now is a ball to go to so I have an excuse to buy the dress, haha. This is a rare occasion since I recoil at the prospect of wearing dresses in the first place. I am just not a dress wearing girl. Skirts I like and can handle, but I feel like an idiot wearing a dress. For years my mum has been trying to get me to wear more of them but it’s not going to happen. Yeah, anyway. This gown was so pretty with the sparkly stuff and the pattern of the material- it actually made me want to get all dressed up :p
Pip and I have a four(!!) hour break tomorrow. Ugh. We’re doing a cruisey, first year, international business subject as one of our options/electives. Yes, we’re bludgers (although we’re not alone in seeking the easy way out, a lot of other final year students we recognised are doing the same subject) but the marketing options this semester weren’t very appealing at all.
We both were actually enrolled in Advanced Consumer Behaviour but after the first class we had to get ourselves out of it, it was so dull. Not that it matters, but there was also this really annoying girl in the class who wouldn’t shut up. Those people irk me to no end. It’s nice to have a decent amount of class participation, but being a participation Nazi is not cool, especially when (like this girl) you take a holier-than-thou attitude. But I think this, I think that, blah, blah, blahcakes. Shut. Up. Please. Pip and I were ready to throw things at her to keep her quiet.
The subject, Managing Across Cultures, is really interesting though. I actually don’t mind waking up early to go to the 9:30am lecture! And hey, a subject where the word limit for assignments is only 2,500 and presentations only 15 minutes long is sweeeeet, especially coming from last semester where 5,000 words was the acceptable minimum and presentations lasted for over an hour. We’ve touched on issues about it in other subjects we’ve done, I enjoyed it then and exploring it in more detail now will (hopefully) be cool.
The class we have to stay around for tomorrow afternoon is so boring. The lecturer has one of those voices that can easily be tuned out and made into background noise (think Ben Stein in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off). Last week Enza, June, Jas and I played Six Degrees of Separation for the entire two hours because we were bored shitless. After playing the game, it was brought to our attention that we all know way to much about celebrities and entertainment. Maybe we should find a place that does trivia because we’d go pretty good. By the end of the semester we’re going to be pros at linking any two celebrities, and perhaps we’ll have learnt a little about strategic marketing management along the way.
Weekend snippets (or Riss is too lazy to do a proper post)
Gloria and I are in the same Managing Cultures tute, hee! I thought it might have been her the other day when we went around the class to introduce ourselves, but I wasn't 100% sure, so I didn't go up and say something to her. Of all people Glozzie is in my class, how funny. I'm going to have *poke* her for all the other KBers ;)
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Walking along the beach with the water lapping around your feet is nice. Getting lugged over someone’s shoulder and then thrown into said water, fully clothed, is not.
Denim skirts were not made to be worn soaking wet. Payback's going to be a bitch I tell ya. Grrr.
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The other night everyone was on Andrew’s balcony watching Dan and Ben let off the pretty fireworks. We all started laughing when one of the fireworks went psycho, fell into the water and started shooting off into the neighbours backyard. We wondered why we heard some screams and strings of obscenities, only to realise that Dan and Ben had been hit multiple times by the wayward firecracker.
You would think that we’d run down to the wharf and see if they had sustained any serious injuries, but no, it only made us laugh even harder. What a caring bunch of friends we are.
Backyard fireworks are illegal for a reason kiddies.
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Go you Sharkies, GO!! What a fantastic win thrashing this afternoon. 64-14 baby, woo-hoo! A big, fat up yours Newcastle. Mwhahaha.
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Theme song of the moment. The song never fails to make me smile.
Everything everything will be alright, alright.
About A Boy
The other night my friends and I were discussing what we’d like to find in our significant other- my friends seem to have a set criteria of what they’re looking for which got me thinking.
Angela: “He’d be athletic and totally be into sports. He’d be a huge fan of Live and he’d have to be studying either some form of engineering or maybe commerce at uni. He'd be popular, with lots of friends and we'd go out clubbing or to parties every weekend”
Riss: “So basically you’d want to date yourself, but with a penis?”
Angela: “When you put it like that it doesn’t sound as nice. But I want someone who was similar to me, someone who completes me”
Eh, I’ve never been into this whole completing me thing because I don’t think any of us lack anything, more like someone can help bring out things in you that you may never knew existed.
My perfect guy, huh?
He'd be very smart, creative, passionate, idealistic, ambitious- he wouldn't want to travel the beaten path.
He'd be keen to expand his mind and my own - he'd teach me about everything he loved and want to learn about everything that interested me.
(cheesy paragraphs of this post deleted...knock yourselves out trying to figure it out :p)
Yeah, I know I'm nothing special and that I'm picky, but guess I just want to find someone who, and to blatantly rip off a line from a great movie, Chasing Amy, ‘would complement me completely’. (You have to give props to Kevin Smith for that line, it kicks so much ass).
< start materialistic babble>
I am in love with my new toy- a Sony NetMD. Not to sound all girly, but it's so pretty!! Silver, shiny and so very spiffy.
< /end materialistic babble>
I feel very unorganised because I've lost my uni diary, way to start off the semester.
Last night
Matt Rogers, you rock! Fabulous try in last night’s Bledisloe Cup. I still remember his early days playing football for the Cronulla Sharks, with Annika and Kelly being absolutely obsessed with him- they had pictures of him all over their books, clippings from newspapers in their school diaries and all over their walls. They even went to weekly training sessions to meet him and stuff, it was crazy. We were about 15 and I was going through my JTT stage, haha. Oh the shame. *ahem* moving on…My mum got given seats to the game since the company she works for is major sponsor of the rugby, but in her infinite wisdom she gave them away to someone who wasn’t me! I could have sold them off to some of my friends who really wanted to go, and proceeds could have gone to the Riss Mini Disc fund. Damn.
Anyway, fun was had by all at Kando’s BBQ last night. Highlights of the evening include Dom picking up what she thought was a sausage that fell on the ground but was actually dog poo, drunken games of Jenga, illegally letting off some fireworks at midnight and being yelled at by three of Kando’s neighbours for being too loud.
However the funniest moment had to be Yul falling into a fishpond. The guys were out the front letting off the fireworks, and Yul needed to pee. So he wandered on over across the road to do his business. Meanwhile, Dom and I wanted to check out the fireworks so we went outside and the rest of the guys were like ‘Yul, the girls are coming you better go behind a bush’. Then all we saw was Yul suddenly disappear behind some trees, followed by a massive splash and an ‘ah fuck’. It was a location situation moment, we were in hysterics. I have grass stains on my jeans from rolling around on the ground laughing.
I took the new digital camera with me, I still haven’t figured out the settings and such so some (ok, most) of the photo’s are crappy.
The world’s perfect couple, Katrina and Owen.
Eden showing us his uh, ring.
Unfocused-ness aka Riss with the boys
More unfocused-ness...
Yul and I…unfocused again
Katie and Kando
Dan, Yul and Andrew (in his defaced Jeans for Genes day shirt pimping his band)
Pose for me ladies! Nat, Kando, Katie, Yen and Dom
Yul after his fishpond incident
Matt nearly peeing his pants laughing at Yul
Would you like a flash with that?
It's Jeans for Genes day today, and since Gloria Jeans is one of the sponsors we’re supposed to be wearing special Jeans for Genes day shirts at work. We were all pretty happy at the prospect of not having to wear our normal uniforms, but our excitement died when we actually got given the shirts.
To say the shirts are massive would be an understatement. It looks like we’re wearing dresses made for giants. The sleeves of the shirt are huge, with the slightest arm movement guaranteed to give customers a free flash. We’re not even allowed to wear another shirt underneath, and past experience has proven it is rather embarrassing to have gaping sleeves. I think I’m going to have to put my (crappy) sewing skills into practice to fix my shirt for my shift this afternoon.
Those of you who can, please buy a pin/badge today and support a good cause.
And I’m high enough from all the waiting,
To ride a wave on your inhaling
I can't stop listening to this song.
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