You probably think this song is about you...
I went to buy some throat lozenges and when I got into the lifts to get back to my floor this guy walked in after me and just as he got in, he checked himself out in the mirror in the lift. Ran his hand through his hair and actually moved really close to the mirror to check his reflection.
Meanwhile, the mirrors in the lift actually have this meshy type thing over the reflective bit, so its not like a proper mirror…so I don’t know why he just didn’t go to the Men’s and check the mirrors there. Its brighter and clearer than in the lifts.
Like…I’m a chick and I don’t even do that…at least not while there is someone else in the lift!
=P
Talk about vain…
I picked my brother up from the station last night and when we got home, he hogged the shower first. While he was in the shower, I happened to walk past to get to my room and I hear him singing…and what is it that he is singing from the top of his lungs in a squeaky girly voice? The Veronicas – Revolution!!!
*ROfL*
I shouted out to him to stop being gay and squealing like a girl.
He shouted back that it was a catchy song and he couldn’t help it!
I’ve decided that I am going to chop off at least half the length of my hair. Why? Well, I know long hair is in season this summer – but I don’t usually follow trends. I know I should feel lucky to already have long, healthy, naturally straight hair, while millions of girls out there will try desperately to grow out their hair to my length, but I really need to cut it.
I’ve just started taking Roaccutane for my acne. I get acne and I scar (bloody Asian skin)…I’m tired of getting a couple every week and although I am eating healthy and drink heaps of water and exercise regularly, nothing helps it go away. For 2 years I have been trying to eliminate it on its own with the help of a good facial cleansing regimen…and allowing it to take its natural course…and (perhaps) letting my hormones settle down, or something.
But for 2 years, it is still around.
I feel like I'm just hitting puberty now, because I didn't have this problem when i was a teen.
Grrr...
So, I’m taking a more aggressive approach! I’m taking this medication that even my dermatologist has taken, and is said to get rid of acne all together. For some with chronic acne, it will make it lighter and occur less. For someone like me, it should eliminate it completely, with the occurrence of maybe one or two in a long while – which I can deal with.
But the drug really dries the skin (that’s a part of how it works). It is recommended that you moisturise regularly – everywhere…which is okay, because since the start of winter, I have been moisturising everywhere. You shouldn’t shower for too long and use only luke-warm water. Which is okay too, but when I have to wash my hair…I take a long time in washing and conditioning it, which is the ultimate reason to why I need to cut my hair.
So, I have been looking for different short styles. I’m thinking I want it as short as possible, but it still needs to be long enough to tie up so that when I’m at the gym, my hair won’t get in my face.
So, I am settling for a shoulder length cut.
Shoulder length and straight, I don’t know if I want it layered at lot, or just some long layers sliced through for movement.
I think I will ask my hairdresser to cut my hair off at a certain point so that I can keep it. I’ve spent a long time nurturing my hair for it to stay this healthy at this length. I hope I don’t get all weepy about it. And at heart, I really love short hair…I just look better with a longer style. (You always want what you can’t have).
But now that I have lost some fat in my face, it looks less round, maybe a shorter ‘do will actually look alright.
Yes, I am vain too.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Monday, August 28, 2006
Varekai!
I love the productions Cirque du Soleil put on.
First one i went to was Quidam, 2 years ago...and that was brilliant...its so awe inspiring...it takes my breath away each time i watch the acrobats do something without a harness up in the air...its absolutely thrilling!
This Saturday, i went to watch Varekai...and once again, they blew me away!!!
The first act, where the fallen angel descends into the jungle, plays out this mystical, ethereal scene...what is really odd and peculiar, is that it took most of the show for my friend and i to agree that the fallen angel was male! *LoL* But it was one of my favourite acts of the evening.
The other act that I absolutely loved were the 3 little chinese boys. They may have dropped their spinning ropes a couple of times, but they were so cute and animated and oh so very young, we forgave them for dropping it those few times. We applauded loudly when they dropped it, and the claps were even louder when the caught those spinning ropes after somersaulting mid air.
The second last act was so beautiful and elegant...i just wont do it justice in describing it. The gymnast that performed it was so graceful while balancing on one hand, and her whole body was bent over and she had her legs in a split...talk about flexible!!!
The final act was just mind blowing. Never in a million years, even if you paid me millions of bucks would i consider flying around like those men! And even they were graceful! I absolutely loved the final act!!! And its never bad sitting 5 rows away from the stage and seeing men in tight leotards with buns of steel on display!
*ROfL*
I bought tix 5 rows away from the stage, because when i went to Quidam the last time, my friend and i sat in the front row, seats 1 and 2. We craned our neck so much for all the air-defying acts that we promised ourselves to get tix to the next show a few rows back. And i must say, in the 5th row, you don't hurt your neck as much and yet you see everything. Which just makes the experience that much better.
We had popcorn and as corny as this sounds, we got collector's cups to take home. My friend who went to the last 2 productions had bought the last 2 programmes. I asked him why he didnt get the programme for Varekai - he said he realised it was a waste of money! *LoL*
The tickets are printed on special "Varekai" printed tickets, which comes in a special "Varekai" envelope...hehehe...i'm so gay.
Since it was a matinee show, it finished around 6pm. So, we had dinner afterwards. And we went to Encasa. Now, it seems all the people who have had dinner here have really enjoyed the food and the service. I enjoyed the food, until dessert came along, but i have to say - the service was questionable.
Now in their defence, it was a Saturday night and they were busy. There were a few birthdays and a Hen's night happening. Our food did come out really fast, but there was a huge mix up and had i not pulled the Head waitress to ask her about my twice baked blue cheese and pumpkin souffle, we would not have been advised that they had ran out and it was in no way coming! I was a bit miffed, considering the fact that i really wanted to try it. But i was more miffed that no one had told us and we were waiting for an extra 30 minutes after all the other food came out.
So, to make up for matters i ordered a chocolate creme brulee, and i was so disappointed when the creme brulee did not come out as chocolate for one and the creme was custard and the brulee was really burnt!
My alterna-date wanted to make me feel better, so we went to Max Brenners!
Now, to make amends with my disappointed taste buds i ordered the choc licks and a mint choc hug-mug drink (only in winter)...i couldnt finish the choc lick...i cant believe not eating chocolate for 3 weeks...has put my tastebuds to rest in peace!!!
I actually felt sick half way through it...but the mint choc hug-mug drink...mmmmyummymmmm!!!
We ended up getting home by 11pm.
Can you believe that? And my friend and i were so tired, we were ready to crash into our beds! *LoL*
We realise that we are old and are unable to keep up with the times!!!
***
On another note...if you come to World Square, head down the escalators that take you to Bread Top. Behind the escalators is a new mini bakery thingo...that sells these things called "Puffy Cookies" and its like the most yummy things ever!!!
Its sorta like a profiterole sorta jam donut looking, but it has a crunchy cookie like outershell and it has a really light custard centre...hehehehe...its $1.60 each, or a box of 6 for $9.60 (i think). I believe the store is owned by Bread Top as well (thats what i think)...because the lady that served me use to serve me in Bread Top.
Its like the new thing...like how Krispy Kreme was when it first came to Sydney...way back when...when we all trekked to Penrith, once upon a time...
;P~~~
First one i went to was Quidam, 2 years ago...and that was brilliant...its so awe inspiring...it takes my breath away each time i watch the acrobats do something without a harness up in the air...its absolutely thrilling!
This Saturday, i went to watch Varekai...and once again, they blew me away!!!
The first act, where the fallen angel descends into the jungle, plays out this mystical, ethereal scene...what is really odd and peculiar, is that it took most of the show for my friend and i to agree that the fallen angel was male! *LoL* But it was one of my favourite acts of the evening.
The other act that I absolutely loved were the 3 little chinese boys. They may have dropped their spinning ropes a couple of times, but they were so cute and animated and oh so very young, we forgave them for dropping it those few times. We applauded loudly when they dropped it, and the claps were even louder when the caught those spinning ropes after somersaulting mid air.
The second last act was so beautiful and elegant...i just wont do it justice in describing it. The gymnast that performed it was so graceful while balancing on one hand, and her whole body was bent over and she had her legs in a split...talk about flexible!!!
The final act was just mind blowing. Never in a million years, even if you paid me millions of bucks would i consider flying around like those men! And even they were graceful! I absolutely loved the final act!!! And its never bad sitting 5 rows away from the stage and seeing men in tight leotards with buns of steel on display!
*ROfL*
I bought tix 5 rows away from the stage, because when i went to Quidam the last time, my friend and i sat in the front row, seats 1 and 2. We craned our neck so much for all the air-defying acts that we promised ourselves to get tix to the next show a few rows back. And i must say, in the 5th row, you don't hurt your neck as much and yet you see everything. Which just makes the experience that much better.
We had popcorn and as corny as this sounds, we got collector's cups to take home. My friend who went to the last 2 productions had bought the last 2 programmes. I asked him why he didnt get the programme for Varekai - he said he realised it was a waste of money! *LoL*
The tickets are printed on special "Varekai" printed tickets, which comes in a special "Varekai" envelope...hehehe...i'm so gay.
Since it was a matinee show, it finished around 6pm. So, we had dinner afterwards. And we went to Encasa. Now, it seems all the people who have had dinner here have really enjoyed the food and the service. I enjoyed the food, until dessert came along, but i have to say - the service was questionable.
Now in their defence, it was a Saturday night and they were busy. There were a few birthdays and a Hen's night happening. Our food did come out really fast, but there was a huge mix up and had i not pulled the Head waitress to ask her about my twice baked blue cheese and pumpkin souffle, we would not have been advised that they had ran out and it was in no way coming! I was a bit miffed, considering the fact that i really wanted to try it. But i was more miffed that no one had told us and we were waiting for an extra 30 minutes after all the other food came out.
So, to make up for matters i ordered a chocolate creme brulee, and i was so disappointed when the creme brulee did not come out as chocolate for one and the creme was custard and the brulee was really burnt!
My alterna-date wanted to make me feel better, so we went to Max Brenners!
Now, to make amends with my disappointed taste buds i ordered the choc licks and a mint choc hug-mug drink (only in winter)...i couldnt finish the choc lick...i cant believe not eating chocolate for 3 weeks...has put my tastebuds to rest in peace!!!
I actually felt sick half way through it...but the mint choc hug-mug drink...mmmmyummymmmm!!!
We ended up getting home by 11pm.
Can you believe that? And my friend and i were so tired, we were ready to crash into our beds! *LoL*
We realise that we are old and are unable to keep up with the times!!!
On another note...if you come to World Square, head down the escalators that take you to Bread Top. Behind the escalators is a new mini bakery thingo...that sells these things called "Puffy Cookies" and its like the most yummy things ever!!!
Its sorta like a profiterole sorta jam donut looking, but it has a crunchy cookie like outershell and it has a really light custard centre...hehehehe...its $1.60 each, or a box of 6 for $9.60 (i think). I believe the store is owned by Bread Top as well (thats what i think)...because the lady that served me use to serve me in Bread Top.
Its like the new thing...like how Krispy Kreme was when it first came to Sydney...way back when...when we all trekked to Penrith, once upon a time...
;P~~~
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Do i know you from somewhere...?
Have you ever met someone and thought to yourself that you could possibly know that person from somewhere???
Its the oddest sense of deja vu when you see someone on a regular basis and yet you dont speak to them, and you give each other looks as though you know each other from somewhere, but the both of you cant place it. So, you dance around and pretend to ignore one another and fail to ever find out how or where you may have met...
There is this guy at the gym.
I have seen him there on a regular basis for at least 3 years, more like 4 years. And through those 4 years, i keep thinking to myself "i know him from somewhere"...and he looks at me, and it seems like he is thinking the same darn thing.
But you know what is even more eerie?
We dont know each other at all. I mean it, seriously. Its not simply that we have met once and have forgotten. This guy is cute. I would recall meeting him, even if i dont remember his name or where we met, but i have this insane feeling as though we should know each other very well.
It got me thinking that we possibly, if reincarnation was real, were intimate friends or lovers in a past life.
Could that be possible?
My mother isnt religious, but she is superstitious. She believes in reincarnation. She has this belief that people with unfinished business come back as a human "again" to finish off their business from a previous life. Maybe that's how love at first sight works. Its the lovers from another life time bumping into each other again??? I mean, you got to admit that that is an interesting theory, and it makes sense romantically.
I really feel strongly about this guy (not in the sense that i am going to run and proclaim undying love to him), its like we have this strong connection of some sort, and i just cant shake it. Each time i see him, it makes me wonder...
Its making me wonder so much that i had to write this down.
One day, i may look back and wonder what kind of pills i was taking...but for now, in a weird, lucid dream type of way, it makes sense to believe that in some parallel world, we know each other and have a connection of some sort.
Its the oddest sense of deja vu when you see someone on a regular basis and yet you dont speak to them, and you give each other looks as though you know each other from somewhere, but the both of you cant place it. So, you dance around and pretend to ignore one another and fail to ever find out how or where you may have met...
There is this guy at the gym.
I have seen him there on a regular basis for at least 3 years, more like 4 years. And through those 4 years, i keep thinking to myself "i know him from somewhere"...and he looks at me, and it seems like he is thinking the same darn thing.
But you know what is even more eerie?
We dont know each other at all. I mean it, seriously. Its not simply that we have met once and have forgotten. This guy is cute. I would recall meeting him, even if i dont remember his name or where we met, but i have this insane feeling as though we should know each other very well.
It got me thinking that we possibly, if reincarnation was real, were intimate friends or lovers in a past life.
Could that be possible?
My mother isnt religious, but she is superstitious. She believes in reincarnation. She has this belief that people with unfinished business come back as a human "again" to finish off their business from a previous life. Maybe that's how love at first sight works. Its the lovers from another life time bumping into each other again??? I mean, you got to admit that that is an interesting theory, and it makes sense romantically.
I really feel strongly about this guy (not in the sense that i am going to run and proclaim undying love to him), its like we have this strong connection of some sort, and i just cant shake it. Each time i see him, it makes me wonder...
Its making me wonder so much that i had to write this down.
One day, i may look back and wonder what kind of pills i was taking...but for now, in a weird, lucid dream type of way, it makes sense to believe that in some parallel world, we know each other and have a connection of some sort.
Its a beautiful morning...
Good Morning to you all!
Its a lovely day isnt it? Quite heavenly in my opinion...even though it is cloudy and raining. I dont think anything can really dampen my mood today!
I love this "working from home" option.
I get up at a reasonable hour, log on, send an email or two to the people who might wonder where i am, and then...
So, long as i get my work done, i could technically be whipping up a feast for lunch and for dinner and no one would be the wiser. I've decided that i will go to the gym for an hour or 2 during lunch today. How convenient is that? And if its pouring outside, i dont have to worry about leaving home. I'm at home and i can stay in bed!!!
And ultimately, i can blog without anyone looking over my shoulder, except my little brother who happened to have woken right about now and is sitting behind me!
=P
Sorry if this is rubbing you the wrong way...but i'm really enjoying this perk, that i didnt think i was entitled to. And yet, now i have it!
Woohoo...!
^_^
Its a lovely day isnt it? Quite heavenly in my opinion...even though it is cloudy and raining. I dont think anything can really dampen my mood today!
I love this "working from home" option.
I get up at a reasonable hour, log on, send an email or two to the people who might wonder where i am, and then...
So, long as i get my work done, i could technically be whipping up a feast for lunch and for dinner and no one would be the wiser. I've decided that i will go to the gym for an hour or 2 during lunch today. How convenient is that? And if its pouring outside, i dont have to worry about leaving home. I'm at home and i can stay in bed!!!
And ultimately, i can blog without anyone looking over my shoulder, except my little brother who happened to have woken right about now and is sitting behind me!
=P
Sorry if this is rubbing you the wrong way...but i'm really enjoying this perk, that i didnt think i was entitled to. And yet, now i have it!
Woohoo...!
^_^
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Somebody loves me...
Not in "that" way!
A girl will always feel mighty special when a present gets delivered to her desk.
Think a box from Roses Only on Valentine's Day. Its embarrassing that the whole office finds out, but it still makes you feel uber special. You might be blushing because of this display at work, but you are also blushing because you are feeling special...knowing somebody likes you so much that they wanted to send you such a suprise.
I didn't receive flowers today.
I got something more uber cool, that i am sure other chicks (albeit, ones who like tech gadgets) would agree - that somebody loves me!!!
Maybe it was the power of the almighty upstairs or maybe i do have more pull than i think...?
At 11am today, my manager walks up to my desk with a black bag in hand...
It looked awfully dainty...very girly...and it hit me!
He brought me a laptop!!!
*squeals of delight*
He was going to let me take a laptop from our office, so that i could work from home in September while i was house sitting. I didnt care. It just means that i dont have to take any of my leave this year. And i thought he was going to give me a used one.
One of my workmates went o/s and his laptop got stolen. So, the laptop i was going to borrow, was given to him upon his return. My manager told me that the colleague would use it and give it to me when i start working from home. Gives that workmate some time to buy his new laptop.
So, i patiently waited...and today he brought in the laptop. I thought it was the "used" one.
BUT...when i opened the laptop up...it was like Christmas...not only was the bag housing my laptop new. The laptop itself was NEW!!! There was still the obvious "new" things about it...a slip between monitor and keys...that smell of new-ness...no fingerprints - anywhere!!!
*^_^*
And inside the bag was also a new mobile broadband connection pack!!!
I know my manager doesn't "love" me in "that" way...and it could simply be the fact that he still feels bad about me breaking my ankle for the company when i played touch footy last year...but gosh, i do feel special today with my NEW toy!
*giggles like a school girl*
A girl will always feel mighty special when a present gets delivered to her desk.
Think a box from Roses Only on Valentine's Day. Its embarrassing that the whole office finds out, but it still makes you feel uber special. You might be blushing because of this display at work, but you are also blushing because you are feeling special...knowing somebody likes you so much that they wanted to send you such a suprise.
I didn't receive flowers today.
I got something more uber cool, that i am sure other chicks (albeit, ones who like tech gadgets) would agree - that somebody loves me!!!
Maybe it was the power of the almighty upstairs or maybe i do have more pull than i think...?
At 11am today, my manager walks up to my desk with a black bag in hand...
It looked awfully dainty...very girly...and it hit me!
He brought me a laptop!!!
*squeals of delight*
He was going to let me take a laptop from our office, so that i could work from home in September while i was house sitting. I didnt care. It just means that i dont have to take any of my leave this year. And i thought he was going to give me a used one.
One of my workmates went o/s and his laptop got stolen. So, the laptop i was going to borrow, was given to him upon his return. My manager told me that the colleague would use it and give it to me when i start working from home. Gives that workmate some time to buy his new laptop.
So, i patiently waited...and today he brought in the laptop. I thought it was the "used" one.
BUT...when i opened the laptop up...it was like Christmas...not only was the bag housing my laptop new. The laptop itself was NEW!!! There was still the obvious "new" things about it...a slip between monitor and keys...that smell of new-ness...no fingerprints - anywhere!!!
*^_^*
And inside the bag was also a new mobile broadband connection pack!!!
I know my manager doesn't "love" me in "that" way...and it could simply be the fact that he still feels bad about me breaking my ankle for the company when i played touch footy last year...but gosh, i do feel special today with my NEW toy!
*giggles like a school girl*
Wrong perceptions...
I was asked by a male colleague if I would like some of his red bean bun from Bread Top (its weird, cos he is like a 40-ish, white male)...but that wasnt the point of this blog. The point is what followed my response to his offer.
I told him "no thanks, i'm dieting". Well, technically we are all on a diet. Since, strictly speaking, we all eat food. But what i mean is, i have restricted my calorie intake and hope to keep it that way as a complete lifestyle change.
I told him that i have dropped a couple of kilos and don't want to ruin it by having something packed with sugar, since my biggest problem is that i am a sugar addict. So, i basically have cut out all sugars unless its from fruit or dried fruits, that is anything but natural sugars.
He was astonished that i wanted to lose weight and he mocked me by saying: "What do you have to lose from all of your 50 kilos?"
O_O
Errmmm...i weigh far more than 50 kilos...which is why i am trying to lose the weight. And i'm not even trying to lose enough to get down to 50kg. I just want to get to about 58-60kg. Then i will be smack bang in the middle of the healthy weight range for my height! I dont have to lose weight until i get to 58kg. I might get to about 62kg and realise that i have lost my curves and decide that i want to stay at 62kg and just tone my muscles. And at the end of the day, i know that muscle weighs more than fat...
Its just weird that as we were discussing everything, he kept thinking that i am fine the way i am - but i kept thinking how "technically" i'm overweight for my height.
I must dress very well to be able to deceive a man to think that i am like 30 kilos lighter than i am...well not that much, but you get the gist of it. His perception of me is a flattering one. I wonder if its not just because i wear black...
I wonder if his perception is based on my personality. A lot of the men i have worked with, over the years, all think i am nuts when i say i am on a diet. To be honest, sometimes, i just dont want to eat the junk they offer, like chips...and the best way to shut them up is to say you are on a diet, because they dont want to argue with a girl who is "on a diet"...*LoL*...but they always tell me that i dont need to lose any weight.
Is it really true? That i dont need to lose any weight? But i'm not happy with my weight. I think there is a lot of flab to reduce. I dont want to be skeletal, i want to be toned with curves in the right places. I want to be fit, not a supermodel.
So, why do the men i work with say that i dont need to lose weight? They could simply be saying it to be nice to me. But their reactions say otherwise. I think its all to do with the perception they have of me. In their mind i'm a bubbly girl they work with who is confident in the things she says and does. When i talk to them, i probably sound like and give the impression of a toned, fit chick! So, when a girl who in their mind is a toned, fit chick says "no thanks, i'm on a diet"...its like a shock to their system.
You've all received those emails where there is a paragraph with words spelt incorrectly but the first letter and the last letter is correct, and your brain understands what the word is suppose to be...or even 3D images embedded in a picture and you need to cross your eyes to see it...
I believe the men i work with, their brains have translated me into the girl i want to be, but not quite there yet. Which is why they tell me i dont need to lose weight. But i really do.
I was at the gym last night and there were two vietnamese sisters. I know they were viet because they were talking in viet and i understood them. The show "The Wedge" was on and there was the big girl with the curly red hair dancing in a pastel pink leotard. One of the sisters was watching this, as was i, and exclaimed to the other with disgust in viet: "OMG - she is so FAT!"
Being a tad offended for the big girl on TV, I turned to look at who made that comment as i was getting off my cross training machine. And i was utterly expecting a skinny chick that is just strolling on the treadmill without breaking a sweat and has make up caked on her face (which makes you wonder why they paid almost $20 for the entry fee to the gym, to gain no result from it except pimples), but i found 2 really chubby girls who are not far from being as big as the girl on TV.
It really took me by surprise. And it made me wonder about the perception they had of themselves.
Typically, if i see a big woman or a chubby girl, i sympathise with them. Because i personally feel like i am one of them and i think to myself that i know what they are going through. I don't sympathise with people who are obese. Because i think there should have been some point where you looked at yourself and said "Sh!t, this has got to stop, or i will be obese!" And that is when you do something drastic about it...because thats what i would do. And i know that not everyone thinks like i do, and not everyone reacts the way i do...but if everyone cared about their appearance, they should react and do something before it spirals out of control.
Its a good thing that these girls are at the gym and doing something, but from noticing what they were doing and how they were using the equipment, i give them a month, and if they dont see themselves transformed into Jessica Alba by then, they will give up and go back to their old habits. Which is of course, not a good direction to turn. So, i do hope that they keep on going regardless and actually seek out the help of one of the personal trainers at the gym.
Back to the point about perception...i wonder if they see themselves like Jessica Simpson (for instance) after the divorce with a few extra kilos...and their efforts at the gym now is her preparation for the video clip to her song "A public affair", where she slimmed down quite a lot to look as hot as she did???
I am starting to realise (or should i say accept) that we all have these perceptions of ourselves, and that others have perceptions different from our own.
Why is it that we can't just see the reflection in the mirror! Why is it that some of us see whales, hippos, elephants? Why is that some see poles, tree trunks, and rakes???
*ugh*
-_-"
I told him "no thanks, i'm dieting". Well, technically we are all on a diet. Since, strictly speaking, we all eat food. But what i mean is, i have restricted my calorie intake and hope to keep it that way as a complete lifestyle change.
I told him that i have dropped a couple of kilos and don't want to ruin it by having something packed with sugar, since my biggest problem is that i am a sugar addict. So, i basically have cut out all sugars unless its from fruit or dried fruits, that is anything but natural sugars.
He was astonished that i wanted to lose weight and he mocked me by saying: "What do you have to lose from all of your 50 kilos?"
O_O
Errmmm...i weigh far more than 50 kilos...which is why i am trying to lose the weight. And i'm not even trying to lose enough to get down to 50kg. I just want to get to about 58-60kg. Then i will be smack bang in the middle of the healthy weight range for my height! I dont have to lose weight until i get to 58kg. I might get to about 62kg and realise that i have lost my curves and decide that i want to stay at 62kg and just tone my muscles. And at the end of the day, i know that muscle weighs more than fat...
Its just weird that as we were discussing everything, he kept thinking that i am fine the way i am - but i kept thinking how "technically" i'm overweight for my height.
I must dress very well to be able to deceive a man to think that i am like 30 kilos lighter than i am...well not that much, but you get the gist of it. His perception of me is a flattering one. I wonder if its not just because i wear black...
I wonder if his perception is based on my personality. A lot of the men i have worked with, over the years, all think i am nuts when i say i am on a diet. To be honest, sometimes, i just dont want to eat the junk they offer, like chips...and the best way to shut them up is to say you are on a diet, because they dont want to argue with a girl who is "on a diet"...*LoL*...but they always tell me that i dont need to lose any weight.
Is it really true? That i dont need to lose any weight? But i'm not happy with my weight. I think there is a lot of flab to reduce. I dont want to be skeletal, i want to be toned with curves in the right places. I want to be fit, not a supermodel.
So, why do the men i work with say that i dont need to lose weight? They could simply be saying it to be nice to me. But their reactions say otherwise. I think its all to do with the perception they have of me. In their mind i'm a bubbly girl they work with who is confident in the things she says and does. When i talk to them, i probably sound like and give the impression of a toned, fit chick! So, when a girl who in their mind is a toned, fit chick says "no thanks, i'm on a diet"...its like a shock to their system.
You've all received those emails where there is a paragraph with words spelt incorrectly but the first letter and the last letter is correct, and your brain understands what the word is suppose to be...or even 3D images embedded in a picture and you need to cross your eyes to see it...
I believe the men i work with, their brains have translated me into the girl i want to be, but not quite there yet. Which is why they tell me i dont need to lose weight. But i really do.
I was at the gym last night and there were two vietnamese sisters. I know they were viet because they were talking in viet and i understood them. The show "The Wedge" was on and there was the big girl with the curly red hair dancing in a pastel pink leotard. One of the sisters was watching this, as was i, and exclaimed to the other with disgust in viet: "OMG - she is so FAT!"
Being a tad offended for the big girl on TV, I turned to look at who made that comment as i was getting off my cross training machine. And i was utterly expecting a skinny chick that is just strolling on the treadmill without breaking a sweat and has make up caked on her face (which makes you wonder why they paid almost $20 for the entry fee to the gym, to gain no result from it except pimples), but i found 2 really chubby girls who are not far from being as big as the girl on TV.
It really took me by surprise. And it made me wonder about the perception they had of themselves.
Typically, if i see a big woman or a chubby girl, i sympathise with them. Because i personally feel like i am one of them and i think to myself that i know what they are going through. I don't sympathise with people who are obese. Because i think there should have been some point where you looked at yourself and said "Sh!t, this has got to stop, or i will be obese!" And that is when you do something drastic about it...because thats what i would do. And i know that not everyone thinks like i do, and not everyone reacts the way i do...but if everyone cared about their appearance, they should react and do something before it spirals out of control.
Its a good thing that these girls are at the gym and doing something, but from noticing what they were doing and how they were using the equipment, i give them a month, and if they dont see themselves transformed into Jessica Alba by then, they will give up and go back to their old habits. Which is of course, not a good direction to turn. So, i do hope that they keep on going regardless and actually seek out the help of one of the personal trainers at the gym.
Back to the point about perception...i wonder if they see themselves like Jessica Simpson (for instance) after the divorce with a few extra kilos...and their efforts at the gym now is her preparation for the video clip to her song "A public affair", where she slimmed down quite a lot to look as hot as she did???
I am starting to realise (or should i say accept) that we all have these perceptions of ourselves, and that others have perceptions different from our own.
Why is it that we can't just see the reflection in the mirror! Why is it that some of us see whales, hippos, elephants? Why is that some see poles, tree trunks, and rakes???
*ugh*
-_-"
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Home Sweet Home...
He called me today. My bearer of good news has been doing the hard yards on my behalf. I had been feeling really anxious when he recently told me that there were some complications with my application. I asked him in almost hysterics - "why? how? what?"...
But as he promised, he came through. Like music to my ears, he told me this morning - "I've got your approval! I'll fax it to you right away, what's your fax number?"
It started off as a silly notion. Mum was telling me not to bother if it was going to be difficult...and there was a time i wanted to just give up and accept that i wasnt good enough. It was scary. I never did it before. I had no clue as to what i needed to do. I didnt do enough research because it was all on the spur of the moment. But once the momentum got the ball rolling, i couldnt stop it. I didnt want to stop it.
It really irritated me that it was going to be a challenge to overcome simply because i am single and i still have my HECS debt lingering over my shoulders. But it just made sense and would be so much easier for me if i could consolidate things under my name.
I am really grateful that everything has pulled through.
Its just the approval, i know that there is more to it. But this was one hurdle that i wasnt sure i was going to make.
*sigh*
It is a glorious day today.
But as he promised, he came through. Like music to my ears, he told me this morning - "I've got your approval! I'll fax it to you right away, what's your fax number?"
It started off as a silly notion. Mum was telling me not to bother if it was going to be difficult...and there was a time i wanted to just give up and accept that i wasnt good enough. It was scary. I never did it before. I had no clue as to what i needed to do. I didnt do enough research because it was all on the spur of the moment. But once the momentum got the ball rolling, i couldnt stop it. I didnt want to stop it.
It really irritated me that it was going to be a challenge to overcome simply because i am single and i still have my HECS debt lingering over my shoulders. But it just made sense and would be so much easier for me if i could consolidate things under my name.
I am really grateful that everything has pulled through.
Its just the approval, i know that there is more to it. But this was one hurdle that i wasnt sure i was going to make.
*sigh*
It is a glorious day today.
Monday, August 21, 2006
What women want...
Well, its really about what this particular woman wants.
Or should i say, what this girl wants.
(I'm referring to myself)
I may not actually find him...and i am not writing this to complain. I'm just writing it, because its clear in my head and i want to finalise the epiphany that came to me over the weekend, by giving it a place on my blog.
At the end of a day, the women of today are very self sufficient. We are brought up today with the ability to do almost everything on our own. It doesnt mean we dont want a man in our lives, but we have learnt to accept that if there is no man in our life, we got to be able to do it for ourselves. The right man may not cross my path. I may not cross his. I won't sit on the side waiting for a man to come into my life to help fix my tyre either, (if it needs mending). I will, on the other hand, change the tyre myself.
That having said, the type of man i would like to end up with will be one who cares about my health and happiness. He will be the one who will ask me when i am sick with the flu, whether i want chicken soup? He may not know exactly what i need from him, but will be loving enough to care to just ask if i do need anything at all to make me feel a bit more comfortable. I may not want or need anything, or know what i want or need, myself...but if he just asks me: "Honey, is there anything i can do to help make you feel better?"
He will make my day.
I can look after myself in every other way...the only time that i cant or am unable to is when i'm physically down. Just like when i broke my ankle. It was frustrating not being able to sleep...even though i had pain killers and sleeping pills in my system. The throbbing was insane and it kept me awake.
To have someone come over and keep you company melts any ice queen's heart...when the guy asks if you need more pillows to keep your leg elevated...*sigh*...it shows that he is looking out for you and really cares. (This didnt happen!)
So, thats what im talking about!!!
I think at the end of the day, if a guy genuinely cares to ask if he can help you to make things a little bit easier, less stressful, less painful, or just to see you smile...then he is a keeper.
^_^
Or should i say, what this girl wants.
(I'm referring to myself)
I may not actually find him...and i am not writing this to complain. I'm just writing it, because its clear in my head and i want to finalise the epiphany that came to me over the weekend, by giving it a place on my blog.
At the end of a day, the women of today are very self sufficient. We are brought up today with the ability to do almost everything on our own. It doesnt mean we dont want a man in our lives, but we have learnt to accept that if there is no man in our life, we got to be able to do it for ourselves. The right man may not cross my path. I may not cross his. I won't sit on the side waiting for a man to come into my life to help fix my tyre either, (if it needs mending). I will, on the other hand, change the tyre myself.
That having said, the type of man i would like to end up with will be one who cares about my health and happiness. He will be the one who will ask me when i am sick with the flu, whether i want chicken soup? He may not know exactly what i need from him, but will be loving enough to care to just ask if i do need anything at all to make me feel a bit more comfortable. I may not want or need anything, or know what i want or need, myself...but if he just asks me: "Honey, is there anything i can do to help make you feel better?"
He will make my day.
I can look after myself in every other way...the only time that i cant or am unable to is when i'm physically down. Just like when i broke my ankle. It was frustrating not being able to sleep...even though i had pain killers and sleeping pills in my system. The throbbing was insane and it kept me awake.
To have someone come over and keep you company melts any ice queen's heart...when the guy asks if you need more pillows to keep your leg elevated...*sigh*...it shows that he is looking out for you and really cares. (This didnt happen!)
So, thats what im talking about!!!
I think at the end of the day, if a guy genuinely cares to ask if he can help you to make things a little bit easier, less stressful, less painful, or just to see you smile...then he is a keeper.
^_^
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Quotes to mention...
“You’re considered superficial and silly if you are interested in fashion. But I think you can be substantial and still be interested in frivolity.”
-Sophia Coppola
I think that is a comment that rings true with women today. I feel, that i use fashion as an escape from work, from thinking, from anything stressful. Because it is creative and fun. But that doesnt mean i am stupid because i like fashion and dressing up! There a plenty of women out there who are super-dooper smart that love fashion as much as the next girl.
"Now I can wear heels."
-Nicole Kidman
This was the comment she made after divorcing Tom Cruise. I like this comment, because I can relate. My ex was "just" taller than i was, so wearing heels would make me tower over him. He hated it with conviction when i wore heels. But like most women, i adored them, and still do. I think this quote should now be a motto for me to remind myself that i am better off...uno in those moments when im feeling low.
To me, this quotes stands for: freedom, confidence, honesty, acceptance of one's self, strength and beauty.
And the best part, i can wear heels!
^_^
"Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead."
—Louisa May Alcott
I have always loved the story of the Little Women. So, no doubt i would be keen about a quote coming from the author of one of my favourite books. I don't need to explain why i love this quote. It speaks for itself.
"Don't compromise yourself. You are all you've got."
—Janis Joplin
At the end of the day, its true. You are all you've got. You are all you can really truly rely on. Realise that the times are changing and we need to look after ourselves. And so we will.
-Sophia Coppola
I think that is a comment that rings true with women today. I feel, that i use fashion as an escape from work, from thinking, from anything stressful. Because it is creative and fun. But that doesnt mean i am stupid because i like fashion and dressing up! There a plenty of women out there who are super-dooper smart that love fashion as much as the next girl.
"Now I can wear heels."
-Nicole Kidman
This was the comment she made after divorcing Tom Cruise. I like this comment, because I can relate. My ex was "just" taller than i was, so wearing heels would make me tower over him. He hated it with conviction when i wore heels. But like most women, i adored them, and still do. I think this quote should now be a motto for me to remind myself that i am better off...uno in those moments when im feeling low.
To me, this quotes stands for: freedom, confidence, honesty, acceptance of one's self, strength and beauty.
And the best part, i can wear heels!
^_^
"Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead."
—Louisa May Alcott
I have always loved the story of the Little Women. So, no doubt i would be keen about a quote coming from the author of one of my favourite books. I don't need to explain why i love this quote. It speaks for itself.
"Don't compromise yourself. You are all you've got."
—Janis Joplin
At the end of the day, its true. You are all you've got. You are all you can really truly rely on. Realise that the times are changing and we need to look after ourselves. And so we will.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Pet is peeved!
I always try my best not to be mean or nasty, or tread on peoples toes - basically be a good person.
So, it really gets me soo peeved when people do mean or nasty things to me, when they don't know me and have no real reason to.
My car was scratched earlier on in the year while parked in a carpark. The person who did it obviously didnt care to leave their details. The scratch is on the bumper. Its actually a big waste of my money to get it fixed, so, the scar is still there today.
Yesterday, in the evening after work, i drove to pour petrol at the station and found next to the petrol cap, there was a key scratch mark. Someone fudging keyed my car. It didnt look random, like some kid was bored and keyed along the side of the whole car, it was keyed in one spot, right there, so that when i went to the petrol station i would have to notice it.
The thing is, i cant think of one person that i have done something wrong, enough to warrant my car being keyed...until i got to the gym and recalled Monday night when i had parked the car at the gym.
I took mum to get some groceries on Sunday afternoon, and there was no key mark then. So, the mark was created between Monday and Tuesday evening before i poured petrol. Which lead me to believe that the crazy girl who was driving a mini cooper was the one who did the keying to my car on Monday night.
On Monday night, I got to the gym and parked my car, but I sat behind the wheel with the radio still on, because my nose was running and i was blowing my nose. The crazy girl, (who doesnt know how to drive but thinks that she was the stunt double pretending to be Charlize Theron in Italian Job), came to park to the left of my car. There was some screeching and basically her driver side mirror ended up only 5 cms away from my passenger side mirror. I freaked, thinking "what the hell!" looked at her and thought "OMG! What are you doing? Do you know how to drive?"
She proceeded to give ME a dirty look and tried to fix her car up.
To be honest, she doesnt know how to drive if she is having problems parking a car front end in. She wasnt trying to do a reverse park. I would understand if she had problems with that!
After she finally got the car in properly between the lines, (after fixing it a few times and begs one to wonder why she didnt just drive a bit slower and park the car in one attempt!!!) she quickly got out of her car and probably decided to scratch it then. The side of my car that is scratched, is also on the side she would have walked past.
I was recovering from a near accident, while my car was stationary mind you!!! And i still was in the process of blowing my nose, so i didnt notice if she did anything fishy. But you know what, she had that look of a vengeful person. The look that makes you wonder what other mean things she would do if you actually called her a name...
I was so mad and peeved yesterday while at the gym, that i almost rushed out of the gym to look for her car and key it for revenge.
But i then thought about it - tried very very hard to be rational...I could be wrong. It might not have been her. And if it was her, i believe in karma. She would get hers when the time is right, and not on my hands.
And anyway, my body balance class was going to start in a couple of minutes!
=P
At least my priorities is still in check!
I am still frustrated every time i drive my car knowing that its scarred all over by inconsiderate people who dont give a rats arse about other people's belongings. I hate inconsiderate people who after doing something wrong don't take the responsibility for their actions.
All I have to say to those people is: Karma is out there. Do bad things to others and bad things will happen to you. Pray that its not 10 times worse than what you did.
So, it really gets me soo peeved when people do mean or nasty things to me, when they don't know me and have no real reason to.
My car was scratched earlier on in the year while parked in a carpark. The person who did it obviously didnt care to leave their details. The scratch is on the bumper. Its actually a big waste of my money to get it fixed, so, the scar is still there today.
Yesterday, in the evening after work, i drove to pour petrol at the station and found next to the petrol cap, there was a key scratch mark. Someone fudging keyed my car. It didnt look random, like some kid was bored and keyed along the side of the whole car, it was keyed in one spot, right there, so that when i went to the petrol station i would have to notice it.
The thing is, i cant think of one person that i have done something wrong, enough to warrant my car being keyed...until i got to the gym and recalled Monday night when i had parked the car at the gym.
I took mum to get some groceries on Sunday afternoon, and there was no key mark then. So, the mark was created between Monday and Tuesday evening before i poured petrol. Which lead me to believe that the crazy girl who was driving a mini cooper was the one who did the keying to my car on Monday night.
On Monday night, I got to the gym and parked my car, but I sat behind the wheel with the radio still on, because my nose was running and i was blowing my nose. The crazy girl, (who doesnt know how to drive but thinks that she was the stunt double pretending to be Charlize Theron in Italian Job), came to park to the left of my car. There was some screeching and basically her driver side mirror ended up only 5 cms away from my passenger side mirror. I freaked, thinking "what the hell!" looked at her and thought "OMG! What are you doing? Do you know how to drive?"
She proceeded to give ME a dirty look and tried to fix her car up.
To be honest, she doesnt know how to drive if she is having problems parking a car front end in. She wasnt trying to do a reverse park. I would understand if she had problems with that!
After she finally got the car in properly between the lines, (after fixing it a few times and begs one to wonder why she didnt just drive a bit slower and park the car in one attempt!!!) she quickly got out of her car and probably decided to scratch it then. The side of my car that is scratched, is also on the side she would have walked past.
I was recovering from a near accident, while my car was stationary mind you!!! And i still was in the process of blowing my nose, so i didnt notice if she did anything fishy. But you know what, she had that look of a vengeful person. The look that makes you wonder what other mean things she would do if you actually called her a name...
I was so mad and peeved yesterday while at the gym, that i almost rushed out of the gym to look for her car and key it for revenge.
But i then thought about it - tried very very hard to be rational...I could be wrong. It might not have been her. And if it was her, i believe in karma. She would get hers when the time is right, and not on my hands.
And anyway, my body balance class was going to start in a couple of minutes!
=P
At least my priorities is still in check!
I am still frustrated every time i drive my car knowing that its scarred all over by inconsiderate people who dont give a rats arse about other people's belongings. I hate inconsiderate people who after doing something wrong don't take the responsibility for their actions.
All I have to say to those people is: Karma is out there. Do bad things to others and bad things will happen to you. Pray that its not 10 times worse than what you did.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Controversy is my middle name...
While on the train this morning, i recalled my childhood and thought about the controversy i stirred on a day to day basis when i was high school.
Nothing as great a deal as causing mutiny between the teachers and students - well i hope i didnt, and if i did, i apologise.
It was more along the line of the topics i would talk about in class when i am asked to present a speech. Or the type of evidence i would use to back up my argument in a debate. They were never the obvious arguments, they were always something highly political, or too touchy that the opposing team wouldnt have a clue as to how they should refute my arguments. Sometimes, it would just go over their heads.
I remember this one time in Year 10, we had a substitute teacher for English and she told us to pick a topic, any topic, and write a 3 minute speech. I somehow got volunteered by my peers to go first - possibly because i would always volunteer myself during speech-type assessments. (Its an advantage to go first when you are being assessed, there is no benchmark to be measured against. And since im a confident speaker, i'm usually who the teacher will then use as the benchmark).
So, i walked to the front of the class with the blackboard behind me and proceeded to make my passionate speech on none other than...euthanasia!
3 minutes on my belief that every person has the right to make their own choice about the subject...it basically didnt go down well with the teacher. I didnt use coarse language, although I may have been slightly explicit talking about how euthanasia was done. I believe i wrote that speech down really well, the problem was that the substitute teacher was highly religious. She was anti-euthanasia and perhaps I should have been more sensitive to others feelings towards the subject. I mean fair enough, she was and is entitled to her opinions and beliefs. Although, she didnt have to condemn my public speaking skills because she didnt like the subject matter. She was the first and only teacher who ever negatively commented on my speaking skills.
Shortly there after, the teachers at my school had asked me to participate in a public speaking competition in our local area. There were great prizes to be won. It was extra curricular activity that i could add to my references. So, i entered.
We were advised that there would be 2 impromptu speaking rounds and then a round where we could speak on a topic of our choice, but it had to be based on current World News.
I researched for 2 months, and decided that i would talk about Aung San Suu Kyi, the leader of the National League for Democracy in Burma. A Nobel Peace Prize winner in 1991, who was placed under house arrest in 1989. This woman is amazing, when presented with the option of freedom only if she leaves her country, she chose to stay to fight for her people. I was going to present the current situation in Burma - the suffering of their people at the plight of the military...
But when i learnt that the other students were going to talk about "Bright Yellow Cars", or "The food we eat", or even "What is the meaning of life?"...i thought i should soften my subject matter. Obviously, it was a strong political subject that no one in the audience would anticipated a 15 y/o girl would talk about. So, i focused on how Aung San Suu Kyi was an inspiration to women and world leaders alike, and how we could all learn from her diplomatic methods to solve problems versus going to war.
It was still heavy. The student who won talked about the "Bright Yellow Cars".
Yeah.
Nothing as great a deal as causing mutiny between the teachers and students - well i hope i didnt, and if i did, i apologise.
It was more along the line of the topics i would talk about in class when i am asked to present a speech. Or the type of evidence i would use to back up my argument in a debate. They were never the obvious arguments, they were always something highly political, or too touchy that the opposing team wouldnt have a clue as to how they should refute my arguments. Sometimes, it would just go over their heads.
I remember this one time in Year 10, we had a substitute teacher for English and she told us to pick a topic, any topic, and write a 3 minute speech. I somehow got volunteered by my peers to go first - possibly because i would always volunteer myself during speech-type assessments. (Its an advantage to go first when you are being assessed, there is no benchmark to be measured against. And since im a confident speaker, i'm usually who the teacher will then use as the benchmark).
So, i walked to the front of the class with the blackboard behind me and proceeded to make my passionate speech on none other than...euthanasia!
3 minutes on my belief that every person has the right to make their own choice about the subject...it basically didnt go down well with the teacher. I didnt use coarse language, although I may have been slightly explicit talking about how euthanasia was done. I believe i wrote that speech down really well, the problem was that the substitute teacher was highly religious. She was anti-euthanasia and perhaps I should have been more sensitive to others feelings towards the subject. I mean fair enough, she was and is entitled to her opinions and beliefs. Although, she didnt have to condemn my public speaking skills because she didnt like the subject matter. She was the first and only teacher who ever negatively commented on my speaking skills.
Shortly there after, the teachers at my school had asked me to participate in a public speaking competition in our local area. There were great prizes to be won. It was extra curricular activity that i could add to my references. So, i entered.
We were advised that there would be 2 impromptu speaking rounds and then a round where we could speak on a topic of our choice, but it had to be based on current World News.
I researched for 2 months, and decided that i would talk about Aung San Suu Kyi, the leader of the National League for Democracy in Burma. A Nobel Peace Prize winner in 1991, who was placed under house arrest in 1989. This woman is amazing, when presented with the option of freedom only if she leaves her country, she chose to stay to fight for her people. I was going to present the current situation in Burma - the suffering of their people at the plight of the military...
But when i learnt that the other students were going to talk about "Bright Yellow Cars", or "The food we eat", or even "What is the meaning of life?"...i thought i should soften my subject matter. Obviously, it was a strong political subject that no one in the audience would anticipated a 15 y/o girl would talk about. So, i focused on how Aung San Suu Kyi was an inspiration to women and world leaders alike, and how we could all learn from her diplomatic methods to solve problems versus going to war.
It was still heavy. The student who won talked about the "Bright Yellow Cars".
Yeah.
Monday, August 14, 2006
What’s up with the babies…?
I am either looking extremely young for my age or these boys (who are barely legal), have this idea that being with an older woman is of some advantage. And there are heaps of advantages like, wisdom, money, experience, and hopefully patience, just to name a few.
I have none of the above. So, once again, I don’t know why they seem to be interested in me.
I was behind the wheel of my car after a stint at Ikea – it was one of the stores on my cousin’s “Wishlist” of things to buy for her baby shower. There was a Camry in front of me at the lights and the driver was saying something to the other 2 guys in the car. The guy in the backseat turned around to look at me, and he actually waved and being oh-so-flirtatious. The driver kept checking me out in the side and rear view mirrors. The front passenger pulled down the sun visor so that he could look at me in the mirror too.
While this was happening, I was thinking “why me”??? At the same time, I was thankful that I had my big black frames on, to cover the ghastly glare I must have been sending these boys.
They were red P-platers. That would make them younger than my little brother. And that would be extremely EWW!!!
I don’t remember flirting or being flirted with in such a way, since high school.
Its flattering. Yes. But at the same time, it feels yuck.
On Friday night, while K and I made way to Opera Bar, I noticed some really cute guys, but I knew they were fresh uni students. They looked to me, like they stemmed from the same tree as my younger brother, and that once again made me feel yuck!
For crying out loud, some one tell me, where are the cute good looking MEN???
Its wrong to be perving on these babies…and thankfully, I haven’t been "perving”. I look at their face and think that they are cute and realise that they are “baby” cute, way too young, and I scare the bejeezus out of myself for just looking.
One of the PM’s I briefly worked with, was also a contractor and we email on a regular basis. He is like the Yoda of Project Management, which is why I think its necessary to keep in touch with him. But he is also a good source of gossip and common sense. He has these analogies that sometimes go over my head, but its good. I keep learning each time we email each other. Whether its about GTS or about expensive panty hose…this guy would be able to tell me about it…and I think its obvious that our age difference shows. He would be about late 40’s.
He recently told me about GTS…he thinks that I have reached the age where “all women” seem to suffer from GTS.
What is GTS?
This is his explanation: (direct from an email)
GTS is known amongst us cynical males as 'Gravy Train Syndrome'. Tends to kick in for the female of the species in the mid to late 20's. This is where you start to look for a male that would be suitable for breeding. This manifests itself in the form of chicks going out with blokes that they wouldn't previously look twice at... but they're rich, have a nice mortgage, love kids etc etc. The chick can drop their career and jump on the gravy train for the rest of your life.
Where at younger ages such behaviour was often limited to narrow bands (eg HH's) you seem to find GTS spreading across broader cultural demographics. Perhaps it's unfair on your sex but there's plenty of evidence. A mate of mine, still single in his 40's prides himself on being able to smell GTS ;)
I think this may be true for his “era” and the women in his age group. But for all the women I know…they all have their own mortgages and are basically taking care of themselves.
Would it be nice to have someone loving, who happens to be rich, taking care of you – I think so!
But are all the women who are currently in their mid-late 20’s sitting around waiting for this Prince? NO! Maybe a couple of women are, but not most.
Personally, I am in the process of acquiring my own 25-30 year long mortgage…and I’m doing it all on my own.
With this obvious shift (obvious to me) between older women and young boys, let’s hope that these boys don’t get it in their heads that they can jump on our gravy train…well, at least not this woman’s gravy train!
***
I bought a ticket to fly to Melbourne during the Labour Day long weekend. In the course of telling my brother and sister in law, I got coerced into taking my niece with me…pending on whether they can get an airfare on the same flights as me, for her.
Now, we all know that I love my nieces. But my parenting skill begs to be questioned immensely!
I can barely look after myself! Will I be able to look after a 5 y/o???
Yes, she is much better behaved than when she was a year ago…but there is a difference between taking her to the cinemas and taking her on a short holiday interstate. I’m not questioning her manners, I’m questioning my capabilities.
I am obviously not a parent. I can’t even say that I would make a good baby sitter. What if I accidentally lose her?! I’d kill myself. My brother would kill me. My sister in law would kill me. I’ve never even had a pet. The plant my ex gave me has recently died…well, I deliberately neglected it so that it would die…I just stopped watering it for a few months…I didn’t see the point any more! See, how awful a person I am?!!??!! I deliberately let things DIE!!!
I told my mother that she shouldn’t have made me say that I would take my niece with me. But my mother has this “neat” idea that taking my niece to Melbourne will teach me to become a mother. I’m like, "WHAT THE F@#$ FOR???"
I’m not in a relationship! I’m going to have a mortgage that will take all of the good years of my life to pay for! And more importantly, I don’t want to have kids anymore!!! And she seems to forget that I’M NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP ANYMORE!!! Who does she think I’m going to have a child with??? And does she really believe that I will have a child in the near future (within the next 2 years) that warrants the need to learn how to be a mother RIGHT NOW?!!?!?
But since I have told my sister in law that I would take my niece…I can’t go back on my word.
Yes, it will be a learning curve – I just hope and pray that every thing goes well!
*touch wood*
I have none of the above. So, once again, I don’t know why they seem to be interested in me.
I was behind the wheel of my car after a stint at Ikea – it was one of the stores on my cousin’s “Wishlist” of things to buy for her baby shower. There was a Camry in front of me at the lights and the driver was saying something to the other 2 guys in the car. The guy in the backseat turned around to look at me, and he actually waved and being oh-so-flirtatious. The driver kept checking me out in the side and rear view mirrors. The front passenger pulled down the sun visor so that he could look at me in the mirror too.
While this was happening, I was thinking “why me”??? At the same time, I was thankful that I had my big black frames on, to cover the ghastly glare I must have been sending these boys.
They were red P-platers. That would make them younger than my little brother. And that would be extremely EWW!!!
I don’t remember flirting or being flirted with in such a way, since high school.
Its flattering. Yes. But at the same time, it feels yuck.
On Friday night, while K and I made way to Opera Bar, I noticed some really cute guys, but I knew they were fresh uni students. They looked to me, like they stemmed from the same tree as my younger brother, and that once again made me feel yuck!
For crying out loud, some one tell me, where are the cute good looking MEN???
Its wrong to be perving on these babies…and thankfully, I haven’t been "perving”. I look at their face and think that they are cute and realise that they are “baby” cute, way too young, and I scare the bejeezus out of myself for just looking.
One of the PM’s I briefly worked with, was also a contractor and we email on a regular basis. He is like the Yoda of Project Management, which is why I think its necessary to keep in touch with him. But he is also a good source of gossip and common sense. He has these analogies that sometimes go over my head, but its good. I keep learning each time we email each other. Whether its about GTS or about expensive panty hose…this guy would be able to tell me about it…and I think its obvious that our age difference shows. He would be about late 40’s.
He recently told me about GTS…he thinks that I have reached the age where “all women” seem to suffer from GTS.
What is GTS?
This is his explanation: (direct from an email)
GTS is known amongst us cynical males as 'Gravy Train Syndrome'. Tends to kick in for the female of the species in the mid to late 20's. This is where you start to look for a male that would be suitable for breeding. This manifests itself in the form of chicks going out with blokes that they wouldn't previously look twice at... but they're rich, have a nice mortgage, love kids etc etc. The chick can drop their career and jump on the gravy train for the rest of your life.
Where at younger ages such behaviour was often limited to narrow bands (eg HH's) you seem to find GTS spreading across broader cultural demographics. Perhaps it's unfair on your sex but there's plenty of evidence. A mate of mine, still single in his 40's prides himself on being able to smell GTS ;)
I think this may be true for his “era” and the women in his age group. But for all the women I know…they all have their own mortgages and are basically taking care of themselves.
Would it be nice to have someone loving, who happens to be rich, taking care of you – I think so!
But are all the women who are currently in their mid-late 20’s sitting around waiting for this Prince? NO! Maybe a couple of women are, but not most.
Personally, I am in the process of acquiring my own 25-30 year long mortgage…and I’m doing it all on my own.
With this obvious shift (obvious to me) between older women and young boys, let’s hope that these boys don’t get it in their heads that they can jump on our gravy train…well, at least not this woman’s gravy train!
I bought a ticket to fly to Melbourne during the Labour Day long weekend. In the course of telling my brother and sister in law, I got coerced into taking my niece with me…pending on whether they can get an airfare on the same flights as me, for her.
Now, we all know that I love my nieces. But my parenting skill begs to be questioned immensely!
I can barely look after myself! Will I be able to look after a 5 y/o???
Yes, she is much better behaved than when she was a year ago…but there is a difference between taking her to the cinemas and taking her on a short holiday interstate. I’m not questioning her manners, I’m questioning my capabilities.
I am obviously not a parent. I can’t even say that I would make a good baby sitter. What if I accidentally lose her?! I’d kill myself. My brother would kill me. My sister in law would kill me. I’ve never even had a pet. The plant my ex gave me has recently died…well, I deliberately neglected it so that it would die…I just stopped watering it for a few months…I didn’t see the point any more! See, how awful a person I am?!!??!! I deliberately let things DIE!!!
I told my mother that she shouldn’t have made me say that I would take my niece with me. But my mother has this “neat” idea that taking my niece to Melbourne will teach me to become a mother. I’m like, "WHAT THE F@#$ FOR???"
I’m not in a relationship! I’m going to have a mortgage that will take all of the good years of my life to pay for! And more importantly, I don’t want to have kids anymore!!! And she seems to forget that I’M NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP ANYMORE!!! Who does she think I’m going to have a child with??? And does she really believe that I will have a child in the near future (within the next 2 years) that warrants the need to learn how to be a mother RIGHT NOW?!!?!?
But since I have told my sister in law that I would take my niece…I can’t go back on my word.
Yes, it will be a learning curve – I just hope and pray that every thing goes well!
*touch wood*
Friday, August 11, 2006
Mirror, mirror on the wall...
...who's the fairest of them all?
Not me.
Of late, like a mirror, i have been showing other people's reflections.
Be it their bad or good mood, I will reflect something similar. If they are sour, i will give them lemon juice...If they are happy, i'll be shining like the sun.
I dont mean to be this way. I'm just observing and its all reactionary, this reflecting thing. Its not intentional.
I will consciously try to stop.
It seems that because i have so much time on my hands, i just sit, stand, or whatever, and just observe everything that is around me. I watch how people act around one another...what they are saying...how they are saying it...whether there are any PDA's between couples...I notice how some on their mobiles think they own the public domain, because they are on the phone...I notice how many people there are running in the park during lunch and wonder why there are still so many that are overweight...and then i realise that "technically" i am overweight...but i'm one of them who are jogging on my lunch break! ha!
And its not just people i observe...but people make up most of the time.
I notice the weather...I notice the news...I notice advertisements...I notice cars...I notice stores and how they display things in a way that is suppose to entice me...I notice food and various produce...I notice smells...lots of smells...I notice light...I notice the smokers - that i want to avoid on the street...I notice the aggression in others...see, it always goes back to people...
I just notice many things.
I guess it keeps my head space occupied.
Not like i have better things to do...
=P
Not me.
Of late, like a mirror, i have been showing other people's reflections.
Be it their bad or good mood, I will reflect something similar. If they are sour, i will give them lemon juice...If they are happy, i'll be shining like the sun.
I dont mean to be this way. I'm just observing and its all reactionary, this reflecting thing. Its not intentional.
I will consciously try to stop.
It seems that because i have so much time on my hands, i just sit, stand, or whatever, and just observe everything that is around me. I watch how people act around one another...what they are saying...how they are saying it...whether there are any PDA's between couples...I notice how some on their mobiles think they own the public domain, because they are on the phone...I notice how many people there are running in the park during lunch and wonder why there are still so many that are overweight...and then i realise that "technically" i am overweight...but i'm one of them who are jogging on my lunch break! ha!
And its not just people i observe...but people make up most of the time.
I notice the weather...I notice the news...I notice advertisements...I notice cars...I notice stores and how they display things in a way that is suppose to entice me...I notice food and various produce...I notice smells...lots of smells...I notice light...I notice the smokers - that i want to avoid on the street...I notice the aggression in others...see, it always goes back to people...
I just notice many things.
I guess it keeps my head space occupied.
Not like i have better things to do...
=P
Thursday, August 10, 2006
The Alterna-Date...
There is something absolutely beautiful about having a non-date with someone and yet feeling quite good about spending time with them.
Its just like having a girly night out with your lovely gal-pals, except, its with your best guy-pal who appreciates the effort you have made to look good and enjoy ur evening out.
I ran out of time during the afternoon to put on makeup, so i reduced it to accentuating my eyes with some liner...doing that smokey look, and slicked on some gloss so that the lips would look juicy. But that was it, i didnt do the foundation thing...i figured if i was going to get freaked out during the movie, i didnt want foundation on my hands (from covering my eyes) and then transferring it on to my clothes. (Neat freak).
We did the round of shopping and thankfully i wasnt tempted to buy anything. He almost made the mistake of buying a pair of trousers that were too tight, fortunately, i convinced him to try them before he would buy them. So, instead, he bought a Ben Sherman jacket...although, he really needed trousers. *LoL*
After shopping, we went to the restaurant and i have to tell you, this place has ambience without the hefty price tag. Admittedly, there is a lot of talking done at each table, and there is some music in the background, so be prepared to have a good rowdy dinner.
At Ubud, we had Martabak Telor, $7, Indonesian style crepe with beef, shallots and egg (crispy fried) for entree to share. The crepe is actually more like the pastry for spring rolls, but gosh, it was yummy! We then had for mains to share: Sate Ayam - (6 pcs), $11.90, Chicken satay with peanut sauce. Eat this while its hot, when it gets cold...its not so great. We also ordered Beef Rendang, $14.90, Indonesian traditional beef curry...the beef was soo melt in your mouth...if you order only one dish, order this! Its not too spicy, some may find it mild, but the meat...thats what counts when we talk beef rendang. We also ordered Gado Gado, $11, Steamed mix vegetables with peanut sauce...sounds boring, but its really really good.
We figured this would all go best with steamed rice, versus a fried rice. And we ordered a side of roti canai. Now, im use to roti canai to be about 3-5mm thick, but this roti canai was as thick as 2 sheets of A4 paper put together. I'm also use to the roti being doughy, but this one was flakey...it was still yummo all the same.
I stopped eating half way because i was getting so stuffed, but i kept picking at the gado gado. So my alterna-date had to finish off the food. I really wanted to have their black sticky rice for dessert...but i really couldnt fit anything after eating all of that for dinner. And uno what? The bill only came to $52. I felt like i had a feast, and it was all delicious...it was all worth it!
After we rolled out of Ubud, with 2 substantially satisfied bellies, we headed back to the CBD. Trying to find parking at 7:30pm was really bad. So, we parked at a parking station.
We then headed out to Scary Canary on Kent St. It was early in the evening, but there was going to be a party on from 10pm onwards (i think). We dropped in for a drink before catching Hard Candy @ 21:15. It was empty, except for a group of girls who i think were kicking off a BIG girls night out. After we finished our drinks and were about to leave, i went to the ladies and i swear i only disappeared for like 3-5 minutes max and yet, during that time, the bar filled up with like another 20 people...which is more than the 3 that were originally there.
So, we headed off to the cinemas...and as i was wearing stilettos, i held on to my alterna-date's arm...it brought a sense of comfort to me. Something i have been missing for a while now. A strong arm to hold on to. But i knew where i stood and he knew that it wasnt a come on...I'm telling you, i am utterly relishing this type of relationship/agreement we have.
When you purchase your movie tickets online, you can "jump the queue" to collect them, but man, it makes you feel like scum when there isnt a person working "that" queue, and you have to be served by someone else tending another queue and they tell their next customer in line that "they have to serve u first". It makes you feel like you are pushing in.
We picked up our tickets...and by that time, my stomach had settled and i was ready for my green tea ice cream. So, i got a tub from the Sushi Train. We headed into the cinema and thought that it was going to be only the 2 of us. I started thinking "how cool, the whole cinema to ourselves"...but that was short lived, cos a couple walked in after the thought was made. Then another couple and then a group of 6 or 7 asian guys. Then a group of 5 or 6 middle eastern looking guys.
It surprised me how many guys turned up for Hard Candy. Considering the knowledge they would have, that something bad is going to happen to the "privates" of the male lead. And i kid you not. Its a funny movie being a girl (& slightly sadistic) and watching what gets done to this guy...the torment, the lead up and then the ultimate - well you can guess what type of revenge is exacted on a paedophile and his privates.
I dont want to reveal too much about this movie, and yet if i dont reveal some things its really hard to describe. I didnt really enjoy it overall. My alterna-date gave it 3.5 stars out of 5, I would give it 3 stars out of 5.
It was slow in some places...which made you just wish that you had another tub of green tea ice cream to keep you entertained. And thats just wrong for a thriller. If my mind gets sidelined because the pace is too slow, by ice cream...it cant be all that a great movie!
The one thing i do like, and i think if it was the objective of the director to do so, then he had done it brilliantly. And this is where the my stars amounted from. In a very twisted way, and i will use the "Red Riding Hood" analogy...(since it sorta uses that particular story line, Hayley wears a red hooded jacket...she is Red, and is prey to the Big Bad Woof - Jeff the paedophile). You feel really bad for the Big Bad Woof, because you are left to believe that the Woof is actually innocent. And i did. I spent most of the time wondering if Red was a loon and picking on an innocent guy who was just lonely - there are many people out there that are severely lonely who use the internet to meet people, uno.
And Red, in this movie is crazy. I mean crazy! Psycho. Looney. Scary. I really didnt feel for her...although i should. I was made to feel for the paedophile, sorry for the woof...uno the whole innocent until proven guilty thing? It really played on the fact that she could be really wrong...like maybe there was an error in her iron clad judgement.
I dont commend or approve or in anyway believe that rape or paedophilia is ok, even if a person is sick. I feel strongly about severe punishment to any man who commits it. I'd elaborate, but that would give you ideas as to how Red hurts the Woof...and i dont want to give it away - although, you could probably guess. What i commend in this movie, is the way the director skillfully swayed my feelings to empathise for the majority of the movie, for the wrong person.
The group of asian guys joked to one another: "Hey you'll be Jeff in 5 more years!" Another at the end of the movie said: "Man, I'm staying away from girls!" Hmm...i dont think that is likely. Actually, one of the asian guys walked out of the movie when Hayley was "slicing" away on human flesh. I think it had to do with where she was slicing, that had made him uncomfortable...*winkwink*...if you know what i mean?
Which to me, was the funniest part. Hearing all the guys in the cinema *gasp* and the silence that fell when the knife made contact with flesh. Have you ever prepared meat and had to cut it into smaller bits and then you sometimes come across bits of tendon...that sound your knife makes...it was all over the speakers...imagine what she was slicing. *LoL*
Sorry to any guy who is reading this, but as i am female, i cant feel for you. To me, its just funny. But i do apologise, i should be more considerate.
Okay, other than the disappointment from the movie, the alterna-date was a smash hit. After the night out, we went home. I got to rest. And then bum all day Sunday. It was a really good weekend. So good, my alterna-date is planning the night out for Varekai. (He bought a ticket off me, and were going together, like the last time for Quidam). He wants to go to a pizza place in Balmain...apparently its a place that has gotten rave reviews.
It will be good timing, at the end of the month. August is looking to be a great month. Lots of stress, but well worth the effort.
Apologies for the late entry if you were waiting for my Hard Candy review, i was at my PM training course on Monday and Tuesday, and then catch up occurred yesterday.
Its just like having a girly night out with your lovely gal-pals, except, its with your best guy-pal who appreciates the effort you have made to look good and enjoy ur evening out.
I ran out of time during the afternoon to put on makeup, so i reduced it to accentuating my eyes with some liner...doing that smokey look, and slicked on some gloss so that the lips would look juicy. But that was it, i didnt do the foundation thing...i figured if i was going to get freaked out during the movie, i didnt want foundation on my hands (from covering my eyes) and then transferring it on to my clothes. (Neat freak).
We did the round of shopping and thankfully i wasnt tempted to buy anything. He almost made the mistake of buying a pair of trousers that were too tight, fortunately, i convinced him to try them before he would buy them. So, instead, he bought a Ben Sherman jacket...although, he really needed trousers. *LoL*
After shopping, we went to the restaurant and i have to tell you, this place has ambience without the hefty price tag. Admittedly, there is a lot of talking done at each table, and there is some music in the background, so be prepared to have a good rowdy dinner.
At Ubud, we had Martabak Telor, $7, Indonesian style crepe with beef, shallots and egg (crispy fried) for entree to share. The crepe is actually more like the pastry for spring rolls, but gosh, it was yummy! We then had for mains to share: Sate Ayam - (6 pcs), $11.90, Chicken satay with peanut sauce. Eat this while its hot, when it gets cold...its not so great. We also ordered Beef Rendang, $14.90, Indonesian traditional beef curry...the beef was soo melt in your mouth...if you order only one dish, order this! Its not too spicy, some may find it mild, but the meat...thats what counts when we talk beef rendang. We also ordered Gado Gado, $11, Steamed mix vegetables with peanut sauce...sounds boring, but its really really good.
We figured this would all go best with steamed rice, versus a fried rice. And we ordered a side of roti canai. Now, im use to roti canai to be about 3-5mm thick, but this roti canai was as thick as 2 sheets of A4 paper put together. I'm also use to the roti being doughy, but this one was flakey...it was still yummo all the same.
I stopped eating half way because i was getting so stuffed, but i kept picking at the gado gado. So my alterna-date had to finish off the food. I really wanted to have their black sticky rice for dessert...but i really couldnt fit anything after eating all of that for dinner. And uno what? The bill only came to $52. I felt like i had a feast, and it was all delicious...it was all worth it!
After we rolled out of Ubud, with 2 substantially satisfied bellies, we headed back to the CBD. Trying to find parking at 7:30pm was really bad. So, we parked at a parking station.
We then headed out to Scary Canary on Kent St. It was early in the evening, but there was going to be a party on from 10pm onwards (i think). We dropped in for a drink before catching Hard Candy @ 21:15. It was empty, except for a group of girls who i think were kicking off a BIG girls night out. After we finished our drinks and were about to leave, i went to the ladies and i swear i only disappeared for like 3-5 minutes max and yet, during that time, the bar filled up with like another 20 people...which is more than the 3 that were originally there.
So, we headed off to the cinemas...and as i was wearing stilettos, i held on to my alterna-date's arm...it brought a sense of comfort to me. Something i have been missing for a while now. A strong arm to hold on to. But i knew where i stood and he knew that it wasnt a come on...I'm telling you, i am utterly relishing this type of relationship/agreement we have.
When you purchase your movie tickets online, you can "jump the queue" to collect them, but man, it makes you feel like scum when there isnt a person working "that" queue, and you have to be served by someone else tending another queue and they tell their next customer in line that "they have to serve u first". It makes you feel like you are pushing in.
We picked up our tickets...and by that time, my stomach had settled and i was ready for my green tea ice cream. So, i got a tub from the Sushi Train. We headed into the cinema and thought that it was going to be only the 2 of us. I started thinking "how cool, the whole cinema to ourselves"...but that was short lived, cos a couple walked in after the thought was made. Then another couple and then a group of 6 or 7 asian guys. Then a group of 5 or 6 middle eastern looking guys.
It surprised me how many guys turned up for Hard Candy. Considering the knowledge they would have, that something bad is going to happen to the "privates" of the male lead. And i kid you not. Its a funny movie being a girl (& slightly sadistic) and watching what gets done to this guy...the torment, the lead up and then the ultimate - well you can guess what type of revenge is exacted on a paedophile and his privates.
I dont want to reveal too much about this movie, and yet if i dont reveal some things its really hard to describe. I didnt really enjoy it overall. My alterna-date gave it 3.5 stars out of 5, I would give it 3 stars out of 5.
It was slow in some places...which made you just wish that you had another tub of green tea ice cream to keep you entertained. And thats just wrong for a thriller. If my mind gets sidelined because the pace is too slow, by ice cream...it cant be all that a great movie!
The one thing i do like, and i think if it was the objective of the director to do so, then he had done it brilliantly. And this is where the my stars amounted from. In a very twisted way, and i will use the "Red Riding Hood" analogy...(since it sorta uses that particular story line, Hayley wears a red hooded jacket...she is Red, and is prey to the Big Bad Woof - Jeff the paedophile). You feel really bad for the Big Bad Woof, because you are left to believe that the Woof is actually innocent. And i did. I spent most of the time wondering if Red was a loon and picking on an innocent guy who was just lonely - there are many people out there that are severely lonely who use the internet to meet people, uno.
And Red, in this movie is crazy. I mean crazy! Psycho. Looney. Scary. I really didnt feel for her...although i should. I was made to feel for the paedophile, sorry for the woof...uno the whole innocent until proven guilty thing? It really played on the fact that she could be really wrong...like maybe there was an error in her iron clad judgement.
I dont commend or approve or in anyway believe that rape or paedophilia is ok, even if a person is sick. I feel strongly about severe punishment to any man who commits it. I'd elaborate, but that would give you ideas as to how Red hurts the Woof...and i dont want to give it away - although, you could probably guess. What i commend in this movie, is the way the director skillfully swayed my feelings to empathise for the majority of the movie, for the wrong person.
The group of asian guys joked to one another: "Hey you'll be Jeff in 5 more years!" Another at the end of the movie said: "Man, I'm staying away from girls!" Hmm...i dont think that is likely. Actually, one of the asian guys walked out of the movie when Hayley was "slicing" away on human flesh. I think it had to do with where she was slicing, that had made him uncomfortable...*winkwink*...if you know what i mean?
Which to me, was the funniest part. Hearing all the guys in the cinema *gasp* and the silence that fell when the knife made contact with flesh. Have you ever prepared meat and had to cut it into smaller bits and then you sometimes come across bits of tendon...that sound your knife makes...it was all over the speakers...imagine what she was slicing. *LoL*
Sorry to any guy who is reading this, but as i am female, i cant feel for you. To me, its just funny. But i do apologise, i should be more considerate.
Okay, other than the disappointment from the movie, the alterna-date was a smash hit. After the night out, we went home. I got to rest. And then bum all day Sunday. It was a really good weekend. So good, my alterna-date is planning the night out for Varekai. (He bought a ticket off me, and were going together, like the last time for Quidam). He wants to go to a pizza place in Balmain...apparently its a place that has gotten rave reviews.
It will be good timing, at the end of the month. August is looking to be a great month. Lots of stress, but well worth the effort.
Apologies for the late entry if you were waiting for my Hard Candy review, i was at my PM training course on Monday and Tuesday, and then catch up occurred yesterday.
Friday, August 04, 2006
Impromptu Alterna-Date...
He asked me to go watch Earl Gray at a local RSL last night. He wanted to go to a live acoustic show...he heard of this guy and sampled some of his music and thought it was really good...i listened to some of it online and thought i would give it a shot. Hey, it was free! Why would i say no, when i have nothing better to do on a Thursday night at home?
So, he picked me up at 10 to 9. We drove to the RSL...parked...walked into the RSL and signed ourselves in. The support act, Melanie Horsnell, was singing and playing her guitar...we missed a part of her act. But for the 20 minutes or so that she played and we listened...i think i fell in love. Not with her personally, but with her voice, the music, the way it made me drift away to some better place.
She's so cute, in that quirky musician sorta way, playing sad songs with really happy beats and melodies. But i really enjoyed them. My best friend did too...he describes it as Sunday morning music...which he really likes.
As i listened i formed an analogy of her singing, comparing it to wine.
I would say that she is like a fruity semillon or reisling, aged in a stainless steel barrel. Her voice is fresh and smooth with the hint of passionfruit and honey. And yet there is something woody about it, which makes me wonder whether she would be better described as a well oaked red wine? Something spicy like the Petersons (Armidale) Shiraz from 2005.
Irrespective of which wine her voice reminds me of, I enjoyed her performance more than I enjoyed Earl Gray.
But Earl Gray has one up on Melanie Horsnell. This guy is cute! He can just smile all my worries away. Its a shame that when he performs, he does this funny "bend-at-the-middle" thing with his body and he likes to kick his left leg in the air every so often...say like every 4th beat or so. After a while you do get use to the way he performs, but at the beginning, it just really made me wonder...?
O_o
I have to agree with my best friend on his comment about Earl Gray, wishing that he doesnt turn out to be a one hit wonder. His first song, which got him into being a musician is called "Bad Luck". Great song, pity all the other songs weren't as memorable. He plans on releasing his first album under the title of "Not for sale", which happens to be another one of his songs. He likes irony. He also has a song called "Sarah"...which reminded me of Eskimo Joe and their song "Sarah"...(on their "Black fingernail, Red wine" album).
It would be a shame if either of them fail to make it...
I gotta say, i appreciate the local RSL clubs taking on "Acoustic Night" to support up and coming local acts...and providing it all free of charge. *3 cheers*
It was a fun evening, I even made it home before 11pm, just in time for bed.
And now, for the real Alterna-Date...
;)
So, he picked me up at 10 to 9. We drove to the RSL...parked...walked into the RSL and signed ourselves in. The support act, Melanie Horsnell, was singing and playing her guitar...we missed a part of her act. But for the 20 minutes or so that she played and we listened...i think i fell in love. Not with her personally, but with her voice, the music, the way it made me drift away to some better place.
She's so cute, in that quirky musician sorta way, playing sad songs with really happy beats and melodies. But i really enjoyed them. My best friend did too...he describes it as Sunday morning music...which he really likes.
As i listened i formed an analogy of her singing, comparing it to wine.
I would say that she is like a fruity semillon or reisling, aged in a stainless steel barrel. Her voice is fresh and smooth with the hint of passionfruit and honey. And yet there is something woody about it, which makes me wonder whether she would be better described as a well oaked red wine? Something spicy like the Petersons (Armidale) Shiraz from 2005.
Irrespective of which wine her voice reminds me of, I enjoyed her performance more than I enjoyed Earl Gray.
But Earl Gray has one up on Melanie Horsnell. This guy is cute! He can just smile all my worries away. Its a shame that when he performs, he does this funny "bend-at-the-middle" thing with his body and he likes to kick his left leg in the air every so often...say like every 4th beat or so. After a while you do get use to the way he performs, but at the beginning, it just really made me wonder...?
O_o
I have to agree with my best friend on his comment about Earl Gray, wishing that he doesnt turn out to be a one hit wonder. His first song, which got him into being a musician is called "Bad Luck". Great song, pity all the other songs weren't as memorable. He plans on releasing his first album under the title of "Not for sale", which happens to be another one of his songs. He likes irony. He also has a song called "Sarah"...which reminded me of Eskimo Joe and their song "Sarah"...(on their "Black fingernail, Red wine" album).
It would be a shame if either of them fail to make it...
I gotta say, i appreciate the local RSL clubs taking on "Acoustic Night" to support up and coming local acts...and providing it all free of charge. *3 cheers*
It was a fun evening, I even made it home before 11pm, just in time for bed.
And now, for the real Alterna-Date...
;)
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Alterna-Date...
Veronica Mars had the "Alterna-Prom" - which was an alternative to not having a school prom, since the rich kids boozed up and got caught by the principal, thereby forcing him to cancel the prom that year.
I am having an "Alterna-Date" this Saturday and I am actually getting excited about this. He will take me shopping, because he wants to go too. Then we will go have dinner at Ubud (Indonesian). And after that, we'll go watch Hard Candy.
What is brilliant about this Alterna-Date, is the fact that im going with my best friend. So, i dont have to worry about whether he will kiss me or not. Whether i should kiss him or not at the end. I dont have to worry about any awkward moments. We dont have to try and fill the silence with clever comments or some funny anecdote to impress one another. Its casual, its cool, and it feels like a date without being a date.
I am even going to make an effort to wear something other than jeans, a stretch knit top and my black coat.
I really am loving this idea of "going out" with my best friend, without actually having the pressures of a date. What makes me feel guilty, though, is the fact that he isn't gay and i am potentially ruining his chances of ever finding a girl. And sadly, he will find a real "girlfriend" who will replace me in terms of the time we are spending together. Sooner or later.
So, although this is working out fine for me, since i dont ever plan on dating anyone, full stop. I'm not sure if he will be cool with the idea that he is my Alterna-Date, but I just wont tell him. Well, i probably will tell him...he will laugh...and just flow with it...and then when he finds his "somebody", and he will then inevitably replace me with her. And then, my Alterna-Date days will come to an end.
=(
*sigh*
At least this Saturday will be fun.
I am having an "Alterna-Date" this Saturday and I am actually getting excited about this. He will take me shopping, because he wants to go too. Then we will go have dinner at Ubud (Indonesian). And after that, we'll go watch Hard Candy.
What is brilliant about this Alterna-Date, is the fact that im going with my best friend. So, i dont have to worry about whether he will kiss me or not. Whether i should kiss him or not at the end. I dont have to worry about any awkward moments. We dont have to try and fill the silence with clever comments or some funny anecdote to impress one another. Its casual, its cool, and it feels like a date without being a date.
I am even going to make an effort to wear something other than jeans, a stretch knit top and my black coat.
I really am loving this idea of "going out" with my best friend, without actually having the pressures of a date. What makes me feel guilty, though, is the fact that he isn't gay and i am potentially ruining his chances of ever finding a girl. And sadly, he will find a real "girlfriend" who will replace me in terms of the time we are spending together. Sooner or later.
So, although this is working out fine for me, since i dont ever plan on dating anyone, full stop. I'm not sure if he will be cool with the idea that he is my Alterna-Date, but I just wont tell him. Well, i probably will tell him...he will laugh...and just flow with it...and then when he finds his "somebody", and he will then inevitably replace me with her. And then, my Alterna-Date days will come to an end.
=(
*sigh*
At least this Saturday will be fun.
Selling ability...
Could you sell a 5kg bag of ice to an Eskimo?
Could you sell 1 gallon of milk to a cow?
Could you sell a dozen eggs to a chicken?
I think i just did.
Sometimes, it amazes me of what i am capable of achieving. I dont think that im a fabulous sales person. I dont ever think of myself as a sales person period. But surprisingly, i sold an idea that should have already been in my managers head, and spinned it off as mine.
Well, it was my idea...and i helped him along. I planted the seed, so to speak.
I have a knack for doing things like that. My track record stands at 99% success rate, but its only that high when I sell on behalf of someone else. I think its a karma thing. I'm not good at selling myself. And when i do try to sell, for moi, it just doesnt work out the way i want it to. A shame, i know, but what am i to do?
I cant fight with what nature has given me. Although, i believe selling is a skill that can be acquired over time. Its a matter of being creative when you are putting a positive spin on things. I think my downfall in selling "me", would probably be in the fact that i look at myself pessimistically. While when i am say, selling a friend...i do a fantastic job, because in my mind that person is just rosey! I can only think of the things that make them peachy...so my sales pitch on them is a sure winner.
Now, if this current seed turns into a gorgeous flower in the next 6 months...I will have to think hard about how i will plant another seed to score a big pay increase.
*thinkingthinkingthinking*
Could you sell 1 gallon of milk to a cow?
Could you sell a dozen eggs to a chicken?
I think i just did.
Sometimes, it amazes me of what i am capable of achieving. I dont think that im a fabulous sales person. I dont ever think of myself as a sales person period. But surprisingly, i sold an idea that should have already been in my managers head, and spinned it off as mine.
Well, it was my idea...and i helped him along. I planted the seed, so to speak.
I have a knack for doing things like that. My track record stands at 99% success rate, but its only that high when I sell on behalf of someone else. I think its a karma thing. I'm not good at selling myself. And when i do try to sell, for moi, it just doesnt work out the way i want it to. A shame, i know, but what am i to do?
I cant fight with what nature has given me. Although, i believe selling is a skill that can be acquired over time. Its a matter of being creative when you are putting a positive spin on things. I think my downfall in selling "me", would probably be in the fact that i look at myself pessimistically. While when i am say, selling a friend...i do a fantastic job, because in my mind that person is just rosey! I can only think of the things that make them peachy...so my sales pitch on them is a sure winner.
Now, if this current seed turns into a gorgeous flower in the next 6 months...I will have to think hard about how i will plant another seed to score a big pay increase.
*thinkingthinkingthinking*
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Analyse this...
When i was young, i loved the movie IT (based on Stephen King's novel), i loved watching the Freddy Kruger movies, i pretty much enjoyed watching horror movies.
Today, the calibre of horror movies is just pathetic. Or perhaps i am older now and therefore, i fear more less than i feared even when i was young (and i really didnt fear much back then).
I really enjoy watching crafty, thrilling, intelligent, play-with-your-mind type of movies. Movies that make you think. Which probably explains why i enjoy Veronica Mars and House so much, they make me think. They fulfil my curiosity. They challenge my problem solving abilities. My mind gets a workout.
Which is also probably why i enjoyed watching Irreversible (French, R-rated thriller). Well, i'm not sure if "enjoyed" is the appropriate word to use...because it scared the bejeezus out of me. It really made me wonder what kind of monstrosity lies within a person to commit such a crime.
For some reason, when i watched Donnie Darko (Director's cut), i just didnt find it compelling to me. Or perhaps i didnt give it a fair chance, since i went to watch it with a friend who was so self-assured that i would love it, that i chose to prove him wrong...and basically picked at all the things that i didnt like about the movie...and ended up giving it a thumbs-down.
This weekend, i will be watching Hard Candy. And i am looking forward to it. Apparently there is a scene in which all men will grimace and shudder empathising with the paedophile, simply because he is a man. The movie is about a teen girl meeting a 30 y/o man she met off the internet. She is under age and you are given the impression that he has lured her out to snare her, as paedophiles do...but then the story twists and you are lead to think that she has lured him...and then the story continues.
I think the movie will be interesting and mind boggling. It will definitely give me something to talk about. I wonder if they will have a 60 second disclaimer at the beginning of the movie advising the viewers that there will be horrific scenes, just like Irreversible, and ask that if you cant stomach it, to leave the cinemas immediately...?
I'll be back with a review after watching it on Saturday.
Today, the calibre of horror movies is just pathetic. Or perhaps i am older now and therefore, i fear more less than i feared even when i was young (and i really didnt fear much back then).
I really enjoy watching crafty, thrilling, intelligent, play-with-your-mind type of movies. Movies that make you think. Which probably explains why i enjoy Veronica Mars and House so much, they make me think. They fulfil my curiosity. They challenge my problem solving abilities. My mind gets a workout.
Which is also probably why i enjoyed watching Irreversible (French, R-rated thriller). Well, i'm not sure if "enjoyed" is the appropriate word to use...because it scared the bejeezus out of me. It really made me wonder what kind of monstrosity lies within a person to commit such a crime.
For some reason, when i watched Donnie Darko (Director's cut), i just didnt find it compelling to me. Or perhaps i didnt give it a fair chance, since i went to watch it with a friend who was so self-assured that i would love it, that i chose to prove him wrong...and basically picked at all the things that i didnt like about the movie...and ended up giving it a thumbs-down.
This weekend, i will be watching Hard Candy. And i am looking forward to it. Apparently there is a scene in which all men will grimace and shudder empathising with the paedophile, simply because he is a man. The movie is about a teen girl meeting a 30 y/o man she met off the internet. She is under age and you are given the impression that he has lured her out to snare her, as paedophiles do...but then the story twists and you are lead to think that she has lured him...and then the story continues.
I think the movie will be interesting and mind boggling. It will definitely give me something to talk about. I wonder if they will have a 60 second disclaimer at the beginning of the movie advising the viewers that there will be horrific scenes, just like Irreversible, and ask that if you cant stomach it, to leave the cinemas immediately...?
I'll be back with a review after watching it on Saturday.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
If you walk like one and talk like one...
...then you must be one!
I was given a really nice compliment from a quirky Manager just a moment ago.
He assumed that i was a Project Manager. Since i had the Dip. of PM assessment answers for him to borrow for his 3 year re-assessment. (As a registered anything in Project Management, you get assessed every 3 years to prove that you are up to scratch).
But it wasnt because I had the assessment answers from when i got assessed for my Cert. of PM. He just assumed because:
"You look like a manager. You act like a manager. You have this persona that is to be respected."
So, it really comes down to the fact that if you dress like one, and you sound like one, people perceive you as "being" one?!?!
I have been dressing less bummy, now that i am located at the CBD - but thats out of vanity. I dont want to look crap around all the gorgeous women. I have to at least dress accordingly. Even when i was at Glebe, i deliberately dressed more professionally when i knew i had to go to the CBD for meetings. I know i dont look as gorgeous as the other women do, but i think a woman in a good suit looks just as impressive as a man in a good suit. I might not wear suits all the time, but thats besides the point. The point is, I am dressing more smart than casual.
So, i guess i have succeeded in what i have been trying to achieve, some what.
He thinks, by my current display, that i would make a good PM...I'm not sure if i agree with him. Why? Because i dont think that i am ready for all the responsibility that rests on the PM's shoulders. PM's are like the Jack of all Trades. They don't specialise in one thing in particular, but they know enough about everything.
I don't know enough about everything. I wish i had more technical knowledge, especially around the physical networks. *ugh*
I just hope that once i get my Dip. of PM, that they wont throw me into the deep end. I am suspecting that there is a lot of work coming in, which is why the quirky manager wanted to confirm that i was a PM. Once i become registered as a PM, i think they will give me projects to handle on my own. Especially if they dont have enough PM's to take on the work.
And that is what is freaking me out.
I was given a really nice compliment from a quirky Manager just a moment ago.
He assumed that i was a Project Manager. Since i had the Dip. of PM assessment answers for him to borrow for his 3 year re-assessment. (As a registered anything in Project Management, you get assessed every 3 years to prove that you are up to scratch).
But it wasnt because I had the assessment answers from when i got assessed for my Cert. of PM. He just assumed because:
"You look like a manager. You act like a manager. You have this persona that is to be respected."
So, it really comes down to the fact that if you dress like one, and you sound like one, people perceive you as "being" one?!?!
I have been dressing less bummy, now that i am located at the CBD - but thats out of vanity. I dont want to look crap around all the gorgeous women. I have to at least dress accordingly. Even when i was at Glebe, i deliberately dressed more professionally when i knew i had to go to the CBD for meetings. I know i dont look as gorgeous as the other women do, but i think a woman in a good suit looks just as impressive as a man in a good suit. I might not wear suits all the time, but thats besides the point. The point is, I am dressing more smart than casual.
So, i guess i have succeeded in what i have been trying to achieve, some what.
He thinks, by my current display, that i would make a good PM...I'm not sure if i agree with him. Why? Because i dont think that i am ready for all the responsibility that rests on the PM's shoulders. PM's are like the Jack of all Trades. They don't specialise in one thing in particular, but they know enough about everything.
I don't know enough about everything. I wish i had more technical knowledge, especially around the physical networks. *ugh*
I just hope that once i get my Dip. of PM, that they wont throw me into the deep end. I am suspecting that there is a lot of work coming in, which is why the quirky manager wanted to confirm that i was a PM. Once i become registered as a PM, i think they will give me projects to handle on my own. Especially if they dont have enough PM's to take on the work.
And that is what is freaking me out.
