vous semblez familier...

Saying something so simple as "you look familiar" can strike up a conversation with someone new and then you could easily start flirting with your prey...and before he/she knows it they are in an affair with you.

I asked a girlfriend at work if she thought there was a man-drought?

This was sparked because i had caught a clip filmed by Sam & the city about the supposed man-drought we have going on. From a statistical point of view, she spoke to a man from KPMG (i think) and he confirmed that there are more women than men in the age group of 30-something to 40-something...i think. My memory isnt all that flash unfortunately.

Then this guy from Zoo magazine thinks women are too picky. The man from KPMG did some maths and found that after filtering men by "what women want" (as per what the Zoo guy thinks) there are only 5% of men who meet the criterias that actually exist.

The editor of some women's mag thinks there are plenty of eligible men out there, but they are at home doing their own thing or are on the net and suggests that single women should go scouting via the net, using the net as their filter.

So, basically i posed the following questions to my girlfriend:

Do you think there is a male shortage in Sydney?
Or do you think they are all hiding?
Or do you think women in Sydney are being picky?

She came back with "isnt it a fact that statistically, there are more women than there are men? So i read in some mag..." (ad lib version)

Then i added to the conversation "...yeah, and then deduct the amount of men who are gay..." and thats a contributing factor in the smaller number of men who are straight and eligible!!! But i also added that she is "almost" married so its not like she had much to worry...

She replied by reminding me that she remembers how she felt when she was single and she knew how her single friends felt. And word for word, she wrote:

"It’s a disadvantage for all girls if guys feel like they can easily find someone else. I know im going to sound crazy but kyle and jacky o have a segment in their show called cheaters. And I am DISGUSTED by the Sydney men that cheat. And the guy this week was cheating on his wife for 2 years. He basically had 2 relationships..."

Which finally brings me full circle and back to why i started this post the way i did.

While the single people of Sydney try to find love and im sure it hits both genders as hard...its pretty scary that when you put urself out there with your heart on your sleeve, that you can easily be had. You thought you had met the love of your life and 2 years down the track (or how ever long) you find that your partner had been having another relationship with someone for just as long or whatever the duration!!! They had another relationship while with you!!!

Like, WTF?!

Its like the numbers are just stacked up against you. Everybody wants to feel loved and its a scary thought that there are some people are out there double dipping.

How do they do it though? Dont they feel dirty? Dont they feel guilty that they are hurting someone else?

I know, asking these questions is a fruitless venture...if they felt any remorse then they wouldnt be committing the crime. 2DayFM wouldnt have a show called "Cheaters" with people finding out that their partner is cheating on them. I wouldnt be ranting and raving about how much better it is to be single than to have a partner who cheats on me or a partner that i am even the slightest bit suspicious of.

I should keep an eye on my friend...i think one of her secret fears is that her partner might cheat on her...and i should encourage her not to listen to that segment ever again...it is obviously making her anxious.

(lit: you look familiar)

Au revoir mon cheri...

(Pronounciation: o rer.vwar mon sheri)

Its a little weird the relationship they have. In some ways it is similar to what i have with my alterna-date...and in other ways it is warped.

I once told him about toxic relationships and how they would end up making him hate her and himself for letting it go on for so long.

And then it ended, romantically. And it developed to what it is today.

She had a lot of problems at home.

Basically, her mother is a heartless b!tch. Thats the short explanation. Divorced her father just to split everything in half and after wasting all the cash within a year she comes crawling back and the father stupidly takes her home.

The father isnt all that great either. He is abusive.

It came to a point where she was over at our place for so long, so often...i became complacent.

And then something big happened. She needed somewhere to hide. She needed to get away. He asked if she could stay with us and i had to say no, not more than a couple of days. She couldnt just become another person in this family, it wouldnt work.

Didnt she have other family that she could rely on? Didnt she have a best friend that she could stay with? What about her sister??? If i was her sister, i would do anything to help her even if i was working away on an island...

And thats what has happened.

She was forced to defer her studies. Her sister found a job for her on the same island resort.

She found her ticket away from her mother and father.

He drove her to the airport this morning, dark and early at 5am.

(lit: goodbye my friend)

l'amour dans mon coeur...

(Pronounciation: lah-mor don mon ker)

I realised last night that no matter what happens in knocking me backwards...i still have an optimistic outlook on love and life.

My heart still believes in love and i think that is a beautiful thing.

I guess, its always good to know that you do have a heart...and that heart is beating. I mean i wouldn't want to be like Omarion and singing about an icebox being where my heart use to be. How depressing is that?

I will be a year older very shortly...on the other side of 25...but i'm not feeling sad about it. I'm happy to be that "little" bit smarter/wiser/forgiving/loving/patient/careful...thats been obtained throughout the past 12 months...

I dont necessarily know what exactly what i want to do with my life, but i do know what i will be doing tomorrow...and i know what i will be doing in September...and i know what the plans are for Christmas...

And i definitely know that i dont want to lose this ability to feel all warm and fuzzy, not necessarily about someone...but just about life!

I think if you one day realise that you dont feel warm and fuzzy about life, then its not worth living anymore. One needs that zest in their heart for it all to be worthwhile.

(lit: love in my heart)

yeux errants...

I don't blame the guys who do...and i laugh at girls who follow a guy with their eyes.

I have been catching a lot of guys just literally snapping their heads around while they try to follow the pretty girls with their eyes.

A lot of them dont mean to look so intently...but the girls are genuinely pretty, I know cos even i had to take a look! *LoL*

I gotta admit, that its quite complimentary and at least it isnt a scary leer.

I hope no one ever catches my eyes wandering while their eyes are wandering...ahahahaa...how embarassing!

(lit: wandering eyes)

Le docteur...

My mum came home yesterday morning.

I didnt want her to come home bearing gifts, but she still managed to buy things for each of us.

She also had a couple of stories to tell me...

Namely, when she got off her flight and was waiting to walk through immigration, there was an asian guy (who she says is tall and good looking) talking to himself in english. He was wondering whether he was in the correct line. My mother being the nosey woman she is, but trying to help him, told him that there wasnt a particular line he had to stay in, all lines take everyone, not just Vietnamese passport holders.

Then they got to chatting and mum asked him where he was from, since he spoke fluent english. He told her that he was from SG, and she then tells him that "her daughter was taking her to SG and KL for Christmas this year"...He then told her that when she was in SG that she should give him a call and he will take us around and show us SG.
O_O

Mum expected him to just write down his mobile number or something, but he hands her his business card...at the time she didnt have her glasses on and so she couldnt read his details, but she said that she would call if we made it to SG...she put the card away and after they went through immigrations they said goodbye and semi-made promises to meet at Christmas.

When my mother had some time, she took out her glasses and looked at the card expecting to see some weird title that she didnt quite know what it really meant he did for a living...and then she found that he wasnt a Mr So-&-so...but he was a Dr So-&-so.

*LoL*

Why cant i ever go on a trip and strike up a conversation with a tall good looking SINGLE guy, who happens to be a doctor???

In her desperation to get me married, i think she will make me call him if we do go to SG.

Hors de Prix...

E and i watched Priceless yesterday in the afternoon, after a big drink session the night before...
As i didnt drink much , maybe a glass of white, you would think that i would be able to get up early to run some errands before E picks me up at 12:15pm, as planned.

Instead i went home on Saturday night and went to bed around 2:30am...and got woken up by E at 11:40am Sunday to ask if i was able to drive to his place first...and when i told him i was still in bed...he thought i was worse for wear and just kept to the plan...and i think we did alright considering we left my place before 12:30pm.

We got to Leichhardt at around 1:10pm. Picked up our tickets from the box office...went to get some greasy brekky and ended up having brekky/lunch after 1:30pm. E ordered a Big Breakfast...while i ordered the Open Omlette...and i have never seen E eat all his food THAT fast - ever!!!

Its was pretty funny that E kept saying it was too early in the day and when we would look at the time on my watch, it was 14:00pm!

The movie was suppose to start at 14:09pm and we went to the cinemas and lined up to get in at 14:01 or so...and the line was huge...and it kept on growing...and to make matters worse, all 4 cinemas were sold out for the one movie!!!

Now what i dont get is why would they sell out all cinemas and knowing how chaotic it will be, dont they issue tickets with seat numbers associated with them, so that the sessions wont be delayed and no Nazi women ushers need to come into the cinemas and declaring that if you are holding seats for someone and they do not return in 10 minutes, she will be giving them away to other patrons!!!

Like WTF?

The people who's seats are being minded for are for the patrons who have gone out to get popcorn/drinks/choc tops/candy or visiting the toilets before the movie starts. If they are delayed it simply because the lines are huge...so basically, she was telling us that if you are minding a seat, even if the people who were sitting there are generating more revenue for the cinemas or were only using the amenities, that those patrons were going to be punished for not being able to rush back to their seats due to the excessive waiting in the huge lines!!!

Basically it was 14:30pm before the previews and ads started rolling...i was getting even more shitty by the fact that i anticipated that previews would start at 14:09pm as what was printed on the session times, and that we would be out of the cinemas by 16:20pm or slightly there after...so i had only put enough in the meter for up to 16:30pm. Now not only did the Nazi usher and the cinema was so unorganised and thereby making it a horrible experience for patrons to get in to watch the movie, we might suffer a parking fine due to them showing the movie extremely late.

Right before the movie start...about 14:25pm...the Nazi usher walked in to make yet another announcement. Basically, she declares that after the movie screening, we will have to exit via the back door...the door that is used for fire escapes...like FFS...so not only were we treated badly as we walked into the cinemas looking for a seat, because they were so disorganised, we now had to walk out of the cinemas via the back exit.

E was going on about what if he needed to go to the toilets after the movie??? I told him, badluck...doesnt seem like he is allowed to use their facilities after the movie...they are sooo disorganised that they need us to exit via the fire escape so that they dont get confused with partons who are watching the next movie!!!

I apologise for sounding like a pedantic b!tch, but as my life and work revolves around being organised and well planned before i execute anything, its bloody annoying to have a movie session delay on you because the cinema complex failed to organise themselves enough before such a major event occured. Forcing the movie to start 21 minutes later than the starting session time.

And i have been to these cinemas for all the major film fests (French/Italian/Spanish) and never ever has the organisation been this poor.

Now, other than the poor organisation...the movie itself was funny and what i really needed for a Sunday afternoon. I'm such an Audrey Tautou fan. And you know what? for the first 30 minutes, i actually hated her character...and then everything changed. Gad Elmaleh, is like sooo funny!!! E cracks up at the thought of Gad in this one scene where he asks for a light and he flashes his $30,000 (Euro) watch, making Audrey's character choke on her champagne.

In a very aussie fashion, there are sooo many moments like that, where you want to do a MasterCard and say "priceless"...i dont know if that is why the movie was called Priceless...but it suits me fine to think of it this way.

If you have a fancy to watch a French flick...and are looking for something light hearted and funny...this is the movie to watch.

I'm so glad that i watched 2 movies this year...next year, i might just purchase a 3 movie pass. It is sooo worth it.

J'aime les pilates...

(Pronounciation: zhem lay pilates)

I did a pilates class for the first time on Tuesday night.

I don't ever recall using that many muscles...ever!!!

I always thought that pilates was just an ab workout, stylised and marketed to yoga enthusiasts with supposed benefits of generating better core stability.

Its not like what i thought it would be.

In all honesty, pilates is strength training using your own body weight for resistance. Comparing it to my weight training, i think its the better option. You can hurt yourself just as easily as doing weights, but the movements are more flowing and the joint injuries are minimised. And yes, there is a whole lot of work done to the abs, but while you work the abs you are actually working the whole body!!!

Isnt that just brilliant?

I work my back, arms, abs and legs every second day at the gym using weights.

In one pilates class i worked on all those 4 parts and i really felt it!

So, im a convert now.

I cant wait until next Tuesday.

Au revoir, Oncle...

I went to watch "OSS 117 Le Caire Nid d'Espions" (OSS 117: Cairo - Nest Of Spies) on Sunday and everything seemed nice and sunny. The movie was a hoot in a Get Smart sort of way.

After the movie, we grabbed a quick bite from Berkelouws and with the heat i felt calm and everything in my life seemed to have slowed down by a few steady paces.

As both my "alterna-date" and i had respective BBQs to attend that afternoon, we headed towards home after grabbing our light lunch.

When i arrived home, my mother came into my room and asked me to take her to the travel agent because my uncle in Vietnam had just passed away that morning. I asked her if she wanted me to get a ticket online, but she reminded me about the visa she would need. But then the travel agent, if opened, wouldnt be able to issue a visa that fast either!!!

Knowing that it was a fruitless activity, i drove her to the travel agent anyway, to see if it was still opened at 3pm on a Sunday afternoon.

My older brother took the day off on Monday to take her to the travel agent. Some how my mother managed to buy a ticket after 9am and get on a plane for an 11am flight.

My mother obviously didnt sleep well on Sunday night. So, when i got up bright and early at about 5:50am she was already doing house chores. When i left the house, she walked me out. Funny how one's mind works...she was instructing me on which pot plant i needed to water daily, if she was able to get an airfare. The pot plant with the red flowers i bought for her birthday last year...the accompanying white flowered version and her chilli tree. Plus the pot with her "king" flowers - which she is keeping healthy because one day, when i get married, she wants me to hold a bunch of them in my bouquet and where ever i go with them, it will leave a beautiful trailing fragrance...

My uncle is the baby of the family. My grandmother told my mother on her deathbed that she would not die with her eyes closed if my uncle was not going to be looked after by anyone. So, my mother promised her that she would until either/or should pass, so that my grandmother could rest in peace.

As i get older, im learning to accept my age. What i dont like happening, as i get older, is that everyone from about my parents age onwards are slowly but surely leaving this world. And the frequency increases as you age...yes im stating an obvious fact...but realising it and living it are two different things.

I hope that my uncle has gone to a better place. I hope that my mother is coping.

She is suppose to return next Monday, but that is yet to be confirmed. I'm assuming that the travel agent probably helped my mother purchase a business class airfare on her own special travel agent price for my mother to have left so soon, in such a flurry. I should thank her.

J'ai besoin huit heure de sommeil...

(Pronounciation: zhay ber.zwun weet er der so.may)

I can function with as little as much as 5 hours of sleep per night...but it wears you down.

I use to live on 2 hours of sleep during uni...it seemed there wasnt enough time in the day to do all that programming...which really means i was bad at programming to begin with.

The week before, my left eye was twitching non-stop for the whole week. On Saturday night, i slept for 11 hours and it was great. I woke up and my eyes were sooo bright and white. And the twitching it stopped.

I thought my eyes were red from staring at the computer screen day in and day out. I also thought it was the meds that i am on...dehydrating my skin as much as my eyes, too. Now, i know...its the lack of sleep.

The moment i started clocking only 5-6 hours again...my eyes went red.

I slept for 8 hours last night...and i woke up with bright eyes again...

I think its pretty clear...i should really dedicate 8 hours of sleep each night and make a habit of it.

Translation: "I need 8 hour sleep" (lit)

Un billet, s'il vous plait...

(Pronounciation: um bee-yay, seel voo play)

There is so much i want to write and so much is going on in my head...i just dont have the time to get it all out.

My manager is on safari (lit: in Africa) and i have been relocated to sit next to my team...it makes me more productive because it makes me feel as though i have to prove a point, even though i dont...but what is really consuming my time, other than meetings, is the fact that now im sitting so close, people just call me name if they require my help.

Previously, they had to walk across the floor and find me...so they couldnt really be bothered. They would call me instead or drop me an email...which suits me better. Now, all i hear is my name being called from 360 degrees around my cubicle/pod space. Grrr...

So, i will quickly write about the one thing that is obvious!

I was thinking about how i could fill up my weekends...because of late, its really consisted of DVDs and more DVDs...and im talking the bootleg variety.

And now...im going to watch a French Film Fest movie on 2 Sunday's consecutively, i have 2 bbqs consecutively, and most of my weekday lunches are packed out with work related lunches!!!

I'm getting dizzy and im becoming broke and the month has only just started and i only just got paid.

PS: Work bought me a new mobile phone...nothing to flashy...but its all good...a new phone is a new phone.
PPS: Title reads - One ticket, please.

Baiser! Vous pouvez réparer ma voiture aujourd'hui?

(Pronounciation: bay-zay! voo poo.vay ray.pa.ray ma vwa.tewr o.zhoor.dwee)

I had an accident last night, when i was trying to park my car...i was running late for my yoga class.