a blog about nothing...

This much I know

2006-10-21T03:09:00.000+09:30

It's funny how things turn out in life sometimes. One moment you're on a magic carpet ride (hehe, yes I am thinking of Aladdin) and the next....BAM!!! That carpet has been yanked from under you so damn fast that you're left with not only a bad case of whiplash but also wondering if that carpet really was the ride you should've been on in the first place...maybe it was like one of those dodgy Royal Show rides where you get cheap thrills for a max of 30s after paying an hour's worth of wages followed by what feels like a lifetime of nausea and repeated claims of "I'm NEVER doing that again" in between brief periods of hurling the remains of your fairy floss or your dagwood dogs.

Why the random thought? I have realised that I am the Agony Aunt of all my relatives and close friends. People who I have close relationships with seem to turn to me when they have problems with their relationships or life in general. I am quite baffled as to why they would since when it comes to both, it would seem that I am as clueless as a weather man trying to forecast the Melbourne weather report for the following day, let alone the upcoming week. At least, it is quite obvious to me anyways.
Most of their problems seem to involve relationships and these fall under 2 extremes. One is that they are with fuckwit boyfriends from the very beginning which means that I, as their good friend, am obligated to listen to every little fight they've ever had with the patience of a meditating monk. But there's no talking sense into these people. They are in love and what I've noticed is that you can never talk a person out of being in love just as you can never explain the feeling to a person who hasn't been in love. At the other end of the scale, I have those friends who have started with a fairytale beginning beginning followed by an absolute bombshell. Something that has come from soooo far left field that you react like a possum in headlights...frozen, eyes wide open and wondering what the fuck happened and where did it fall apart. And what I've noticed is that regardless of who the person is, love can make even the strongest, most hard headed person become a stack of cards...the framework is there but it's ready to collapse at any second...and it usually does. The classic questions of "why me?" and "what's wrong with me?" inevitably rear their fugly heads. For my part, the conversations always end with "trust me when I say that everything will be fine". Their response? A very angry, practically spitting reply of "You. Don't. Fucking. Know. That." But the thing is, don't ask me how or why, but I do know. Because everything, evenutally always IS fine. You deal with whatever curveballs life seems to pelt in your direction and after periods of broken bones (or in this case, broken hearts) you come out generally unscathed. And I guess in these times when u feel so low that it makes u question and doubt urself, u need ur friends to help pick u up. Which brings me back to the start. Love (and life) is like that rollercoaster ride at the show. Full of ups and downs, twists and bends that initially have u feeling like u're on top of the world, followed by periods of nausea and black outs, and then after u've had time to settle down and recuperate before u know it u're bak to ur old self again. And after swearing that you'll never get urself into that mess ever again, the next time the show comes around, in spite of urself, u find u're on that ride again.
My final thought: is it better to have loved and lost than to not have loved at all??

soooo bored

2006-09-21T16:27:00.000+09:30

I have nothing to blog about!!!!

For the first time in my life I am actually speechless...I am without speech!!!

So ppl, give me something interesting to blog about....

SSSIIIGGGGHHHHH....it's sad that my life is really THAT boring.....

The Made Ins.....

2006-08-01T21:11:00.000+09:30

I was having a conversation with friends over dinner when I was up in Darwin this time (another boganland in a country full of them where the official fashion sense consists of men in stubbie shorts and rubber booger thongs...comfort over style huh??) and the subject of the "made in....." came up. This was actually quite interesting because have u stopped to think about how much the country that manufactures things influences our decisions?

European is better than Asian. This is well known fact. There is a reason why Made in Asia things are soooo much cheaper than European items, and it has nothing to do with the poor 6 year old with bleeding fingers in the corner. Asians tend to manufacture things in bulk to cut costs...or maybe it's because it's easier to make "you buy 10 t shirts and I'll throw in one for free" sound like it's a real bargain despite the fact that the total cost of materials and labour equates to a box of matches.

Examples: All things Italian are fan-fooking-tastic!!! Italian wood, Italian leather, Italian shoes...

And just in case you're not getting the all Italian thing, how can I forget the beloved Italian cars?? Apparently Furlahlees look much better in red, but this car is DAMN sexy!!! Wouldn't mind somebody slipping this one into my Christmas stocking sometime soon. (It's a Modena just in case there are some of you whose car vocabulary, like me, consists of "you know, the car that goes really supa dupa fast. And its damn sexy looking." To which the guy, if he's Asian will say "wot? A skyline??" FUCK NO not a skyline!!!)
Other European shout outs go to Germany (Beamers, Mercedes) and London (land of Jimmy's), Paris (Chanel) ...*drool*

Still don't believe me? Well, have you picked up a Made in China anything these days? Let's just say that they unravel faster than it takes Paris Hilton to remove her knickers (which is pretty damn quick)...and just as cheap!! Other examples include Made in India, Vietnam, Malaysia and Thailand. As for Indonesia?? Fuggedaboutit! Of course that doesn't stop them from producing really crappy imitations of LV bags, CD sunnies, Chanel handbags. You know the scary thing?? They are getting soooo good at the imitations that it's getting harder to pick the real from the fake. This means that when us girls finally get the chance to buy a real designer anything, we'll prolly have some bastid child sneering as us with the "it's soooo, like, totally fake" look. Life's a biatch.

So in conclusion....

This??

Or this??

Yup, that's wot I thought!!!

World Cup Fever...IT'S ON!!

2006-07-01T23:03:00.000+09:30

Ok ppl, sorry for the long leave of absence...but apart from exams I also have nothing to blog abt so any suggestions would be greatly appreciated!!!!

So I'm sure our household aren't the only ones who have caught World Cup Fever. I have to say though, I am quite disappointed with this years Cup...I mean, where r all the cute guys?? I remember back in my day, soccer used to be filled with great looking guys. There would always be AT LEAST one cute guy in each team but this year??? NADA! Think about it statistically...there are 11 players to a team (obviously not including the subs) from 20 different nationalities....that is a potential of 220 good looking guys. So I ask, where did they all go?? I mean, I know there's more to life than being really really REALLY ridiculously good looking but u have to admit the games themselves have not been all that entertaining so they have to give us something else rite?? Even the very entertaining Oscar deserving acting which includes numerous variations of the clutching of the ankles and rolling around as if in great agony becomes quite tiresome after the first 40...but I have to admit, I am still loving the attempts at the "spectacular kicks" (the ones where they do the reverse fly kick legs flaying in the air kind). NOTE TO SOCCER PLAYERS: if u must attempt this manouver, PUH LEASE for the sake of embarrassing urselves, at least make contact with the ball! This does not mean that the ball actually has to go INTO the net but at least fudge it enough so that it doesn't seem like u r a complete retard. See Peter Crouch and John Aloisi for examples. HANG UR HEAD IN SHAME BOYS!!!!

ps is it just me or has there been a number of "inappropriate touching" in these games?? I mean, save it for off field ppls!!

My point of view

2006-05-17T15:39:00.000+09:30

Plenty of bad things happen to good ppl. As much as we hate this to happen, it's true. And I hate hearing that bullshite about "well, it could be worse" or when ppl tell u that it's not as bad as the position so-and-so is in. This may be true, but how does wot happened to my 3rd cousin twice removed have anything to do with me? The reason my problems are bigger than everyone else's is because THEY ARE MY PROBLEMS (I'm sure u feel that ur problems are bigger than everyone else's). Yeh, they may be miniscule compared to other ppl, but that doesn't make me feel better or help me solve my issues. And trust me, there have been a number of dark days when I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried, see the silver lining. It was all pitch black...
Has anyone really thought about the consequences of their own actions? I know I definitely don't. When I say or do mean things, I don't sit there and wonder how that's affecting the other person or if they're still going to be upset with me 20yrs later. I don't intentionally mean to upset ppl, I'm not vindictive. But I'm not into guessing games either. If I've crossed the line, I expect that u will tell me, not give me the silent treatment and expect that I'm a mind reader. Believe me, if I've felt that you've crossed the line, I'll let u know. I'm not the type of person who dwells over things. I don't hold grudges. It's happened, it's passed, get over it.
There are many decisions in my life where, if given the chance, I would've gone back and done differently. Maybe things would've turned out better if I had've gone the other way, then again maybe not.
Friends and family are the most important things to me. Fuck with them, and all hell will break loose. I expect a lot from these two groups, but I don't expect them to do for me wot I'm not willing to do for them. I like making friends but I won't keep friendships if they're too much trouble or if it's not genuine. I don't like fake people. People shouldn't have to work at being friends with someone. From past experience, relationships with partners are hard enough to maintain and friends are supposed to be a relief from that. I have a group of friends who I know I will eventually lose contact with and it's sad in a way, but that's ok with me. I enjoy them for the time that they're here and when we go our separate ways, at least we'll have the good memories . Wot's important to me is that I maintain the ones that REALLY matter, the ones who've seen me thru good and bad.

So wot is my pt in all this rambling?????

My pt is that things happen in life, some things we have control over, others not so. But without the miseries, how do we know how to enjoy the success? We can either live and learn, or sit and dwell. The way I see it, u can either accept ur faults (because NOBODY is perfect) try to fix them and move on, or hold grudges and focus on the bad things and forever feel sorry for urself. Chances are, if u do the latter, u'll end up even more miserable than ever. Sure there'll be times when things don't go the way u want them to and it's fine to be upset about them but I guess it's the choices that u make that shape u into who u are today. It's how well u deal with fallbacks that either make u stronger or weaker. U shouldn't let anyone else bring u down in the same way that u shouldn't depend on someone else to pick u up. Friends are a great support system when u feel low, but in the end it's all about the confidence u have to be able to bring urself back up. Mistakes and regrets are for yesterday.

It's like Red says in Shawshank Redemption: "GET BUSY LIVING OR GET BUSY DYING"

Which one are u???

SICK DAMMIT

2006-05-12T01:26:00.000+09:30

I am feeling like SHITE ppl (and look like it too if I say so myself!) I have somehow caught the cold off someone else (not hard, apparently they're quite common). I have a bit of a stuffy nose (which consequently makes me drool all over my pillow and I fookin' HATE it when that happens) and my throat is bloody killing me! I swear it feels like instead of downing shots, I've accidentally grabbed a handful of razor blades instead and in my delerious state, have just kept throwing them back. My throat is that red raw...I have been gargling this Betadine Throat Gargle which incidentally I always recommend to ppl in the pharmacy and fat lot of good that's doing!! I honestly think they've just bottled up Listerine Mouthwash and chucked a bit of brown colouring in it and sold it for $13 for a 10mL bottle.

In case u haven't noticed, I am an absolute baby when it comes to being even slightly sick. I really want my mum here to look after me, which prolly wouldn't be such a good idea cos she'd tell me 2 things: (1) "go see the doctor", and (2) "wot do u mean u're paralytic, have a temperature of 150 degrees and coughing ur lungs up?! Get ur ass to school and start studying!" Have u noticed that Asian 'rents are always insisting that u go and see a doctor, even if u have a miniscule problem such as a grazed knee? "Wah, mite be infected, go see a doctor." But the minute it's their turn to see a doctor, all hell breaks loose. They absolutely REFUSE to go even if they're having a heart attack (no joke, my daddy was having one and didn't tell us that anything was wrong until FOUR FUCKING HOURS LATER!!!)

But back to me...so in my state of illness, my great housemate stuck a note on my door saying "hope u feel better soon and let me know if i can do anything besides cooking." Lovely sentiments and all however, turns out it was actually ME cooking for HER!!! (yeh, u know who u r biatch!!) But that's ok, I take great comfort in the fact that I coughed all over her food!!! MWHAHAHA

SO......on a final note, enough about me, let's talk about u....so wot do u think about me??? ;)

OK ppl, I'm sorry, I think I'm a bit delerious at this stage!

These are a few of my favourite things to the tune of Favourite things from Mary Poppins

2006-04-30T22:45:00.000+09:30

Oh man, somebody help me. I have a MAJOR problem....I'm addicted to expensive things *sheepish look* My current obsession is all things Jimmy Choo :o) seriously, the man is a genius. GENIUS I TELLS YA!!!! Take these shoes for examples...how gorgeous are these shoes??? I think they're actually a few seasons old, but I still lurve them!!! So classy and to die for. And speaking of dying, look at the killer heels! Yeh I'd prolly fall flat on my ass walking in them, but hey, at least I would look good doing it! And the bag *sigh* Normally I don't like this disco ball looking design, but for me, it just works here.

That's my Tag watch that I'm going to hit mummy and daddy up for when (IF!!!) I graduate. Thank GOD I didn't buy one of the alter ego series...this one is soooo much nicer!

And to the right of the screen is my (note: MY!!!) DKNY sheets....Chris, I know u know wot I'm talking about ;) Although I'm not sure if gorgeous comfy bedsheets are the way to go for me...I think I spend enough time as it is sleeping in bed with my dingy Target bedsheets. But maybe it's like Miranda's theory in Sex and the City...."if I make my bed comfortable enough for me to want to sleep in it, then maybe someone else will as well"!!! Sigh, I need a boyfriend to by me these things ><

Believe me, I am in no financial position yet to afford these things. I am already having difficulties paying off my $500 credit card with my $15 in the bank!! So at the moment, it looks like my life is going to be filled with Jimmy Ghoos, Bolexes, and PKNYs...Peoples, take note...this is my christmas/bday wishlist for the next couple of years! So don't be sending me shite like stuffed toys, Monopoly money, lucky bamboo trees or woteva otherwise that's the end of our friendship! Yes I'm superficial but love me or hate me I don't care....At least I'll look DAMN good in my new Jimmy's!!!!! mwahahahahah

PS sorry for the retarded formatting, I don't know how to fix it!!!

Wot's up with the Curtin network???

2006-04-17T14:16:00.000+09:30

People, puh-lease, for the good of man kind, fix your fucking network!!! We don't pay an arm, a leg and a kidney (well, really I don't pay an arm and a leg because I'm a citizen and put it all on HECS =D but the international students don't pay all of the above) for the network to be down during the time where uni students need it the most! They couldn't have done this during the summer months when the only ppl who needed it were the poor bastids who had to stay behind for summer school. FUCK NO! They have to do it now when students should be on holidays but the bitchass lecturers decided to bombard them with a million and one assignments instead. They're probably thinking "well, if we don't have a holiday cos we're stuck marking student's piece-of-shite done-in-the-last-minute-with-the-intent-that-a-2-is-better-than-zero assignments, than they shouldn't either." Hello ppl??? If you didn't give us sooo many assessment pieces due all at the same time, then we wouldn't have this problem.

But I digress. The point is that Curtin really needs to fix its priorities. They are currently spending all our student fees into fixing the scrubland that's outside Elizabeth Jolley...Ppl, I repeat this...fixing the scrubland!!! Wot the fuck is there to fix??? The rock that's out of place because it's a browny colour where the rest of the scenerey is green? Or the 10year old tree that's just not quite right because it's taller than the other scrubs? It's bad enough that they've blocked off that whole section so us perpetually late comers have no means of getting in other than to either (a) come in through the front and get cained by our lecturers or (b) walk right around so that we're even later, but to spend our fees on landscape rather than fixing the dodgy 10 000yo no-safety-mechanism-so-be-careful-not-to-stick-your-hand-in-unless-you-want-to-end-up-like-Frodo centrifuges in Pharmacy, or the really old comparable to those Ataris and Commodore 64 coms of the 1980s in Engineering is just a laugh. Who is going to notice/care that they've replaced the scrublands with probably yet another flower garden?

Shite, I digressed again...I was suppose to be on the point about Curtin's internet! As well as infecting my already fucked up laptop with their network, another gripe I have is this stupid websense filtering thing. They have blocked out everything, entertainment mostly and chatting but other stuff as well. If you want to access these blocked sites, you have to use your own time (which u have 180mins of). Yeh, I'm sure that looking up the origin of pyrogens is really entertainment. It's completely comparable to getting trashed on a Friday night! Actually, there's a thought...Hm...mabye a new drinking game...a round of shots everytime the word "pyrogen" is mentioned =D Yeh baby!!!

Australian GP 06 podium

2006-04-09T19:00:00.000+09:30

Ralf spraying champage after a much deserved 3rd place
Kimi, Fernie and Ralf (and someone we don't care about!!!=D)
Kimi and Fernie....class act of 2005/06 me thinks
Us girls on the podium!!!!!

Australian podium: Kimi, Fernie and Ralf

Crash's of the day

2006-04-08T17:29:00.000+09:30

Schumi's crash on the straight
Juan's crash on the straight
Schumi's wrecked car
Juan's stranded car
Schumi hopping out of the car...how lucky were we to be sitting right across from it??

Sunday's Drivers' Parade

2006-04-07T14:17:00.000+09:30

Shumi during the Drivers' Parade
Renault boys perving on the fugly grid girls...the only ones that were looking!
Jenson's rotten luck: engine blowing just 20m from the finish after a close battle with Fisi
Rubens during the Drivers' Parade
Jenson's car

Sunday's Drivers' Parade

2006-04-07T02:14:00.000+09:30

Kimi Raikkonen right in front of us during the Drivers' Parade
Fernando Alonso during the Drivers' Parade
Felipe Massa during the Drivers' Parade
Kimi Raikkonen during the Drivers' Parade
Ralf Schumacher during the Drivers' Parade

Australian GP....BRING IT ON!!!!!!!!

2006-04-06T02:09:00.000+09:30

OK, so following is an account of our Melbourne GP trip (done in my favourite team's colours natch!)

Thursday:
4:30 am Struggle to wake up at 4:30am as my flight is at 6am. Am late for the airport and get the shitest seat possible on Virgin Blue (definitely know where the extra money you're paying to fly with Qantas is going!)
8am Arrive in Melbourne and catch a taxi with Pam to our hotel room. Dodgy taxi driver man doesn't know where the hell he is going but gets there in the end. Pay quite a hefty price and think "should've just caught the damn shuttle bus instead!"
1pm Arrive at hotel only to be told that check-in isn't til 2pm. Am feeling like shite after the flight and just want to have a shower! Decide to compensate by going shopping instead and suddenly forget all about feeling like I'm about to hurl :0) Even better since David Jones has a massive 30% off!!!!!
3pm Christabelle arrives and we finally get to see our room...the dodgiest mofo of a room that you will ever see. The toilet didn't flush properly, the telly didn't work, the air conditioning leaked everywhere, the water kept alternating between scolding hot and freezingly cold, dodgy carpets that you could tell hadn't been steam cleaned since the hotel was first built, the list continues. Possibly the only time this hotel would be fully booked is Melbourne GP time.
Arvo All go out into the city. The atmosphere is electrifying and EVERYONE has gone crazy with F1 fever...loving it because as a huge fan of the sport, it's just the way it should be :D
Nothing much happens for the rest of the day.

Friday:
Arrive on track for the first time to attend the autographying sessions. Get ourselves lost as being girls, we can't navigate a map for shite! Albert Park is HUGE man! Eventually make our way to the autograph stand only to find that the scheduled stars are not really people that we cared about. Have a fucking coronary when I found out that I missed out on Thursday's session which had one of my favourite drivers...Ralf Schumacher. Curse the damn "Official Australian GP program" for not mentioning it AT ALL!!! *spent $12 on that damn mag and was verbally abused by the vendor as well >:( (although I have to admit, the latter was my fault <:% Walk around the track waiting for the Practice Session to start, feeling EXTREMELY imortant when we have to flash our tickets to get into the restricted area zones. 11-12pm Practice Session 1 begins. We take our seats at the Fangio grandstand which is directly across from the pit lane so we have a fantastic view of the start/finish line as well. I tell you, if you've never been to a race before, there is NOTHING like it! NOTHING compares to being there in person, and whatever you watch/hear on telly just doesn't do the sport any justice what-so-ever. The sound of the cars is just explosive to the point where you can actually feel the vibrations even from sitting on the grandstands and your hands shake as you try to take photos. And this is just from the sound of the crappy Midlands, Super Aguri, and Torro Rosso cars! The cars just whizz by so damn quickly that your hand can't move that fast to even film the damn thing on camera let alone try to take a picture (unless you have fantastic reflexes and a damn great shutter speed!) Am sooo thrilled when the drivers actually come out for the practice session as I thought we would be stuck with the 3rd drivers (not that I'd be complaining, but definitely more worthwhile seeing the real deal baby!)
Arvo Stick around for the rest of the day and eat dodgy on track food. Not v.pleasant at all but beggars can't be choosers. However, I highly recommended that you bring along your own food and water because eating on track is like eating a heart attack in a dish and also burns a substantial hole in the pocket. Also spend a small fortune stocking up on merchandise :0)
Evening As we're on our way home, we spot something happening at the Hugo Boss store on Collins St so we stalk the store for just over an hour hoping to get a glimpse of Pam and I's favourite driver....Kimi Raikkonen!!!! We figured that since Hugo Boss is a huge sponsor of Mclaren, Kimi would be in there to celebrate it's 1oth anniversary natch (plus the fact that they pretty much implied that he was in there by hanging his overalls and merchandise in the front window.) So we're standing there on our tip toes trying to catch a glimpse of the people inside, trying to desperately figure out how the hell to get inside. The security guard (who was this HUGE, intimidating, 6-foot-plus African man) kept ushering us along and I have to tell you, I nearly shat my pants when he would stand next to me. However, he actually turned out to be REALLY nice! So we finally get our first ever glimpse of an F1 driver up close and guess who it was.....David Coulthard. DC??? Didn't he leave Mclaren at the end of 2004???? What the hell was he doing at Hugo Boss?? Maybe just a VIP shopper, who knows but as much as we like DC, we were mightily disappointed. However, Pam did manage to get quite a good photo of him so will post it up just to prove that I'm not lying!

Saturday:
5:30am Averaged 4 hours sleep the previous night (our fault...we went out for drinks at St Kilda!) and woke up feeling like we'd been hit by a 10 tonne truck (a Mclaren road truck would be nice, however knowing my luck, would've just been a regular road train hauling something like horse manuoure!) Step outside and I tell you, it was like being punched in the stomach 10 000 times and having the wind knocked out of you it was that bloody cold!!! And I was wearing thongs instead of closed in shoes.
7am Get to track and stand around for hours for the pit straight walk. So, having to wait for what seemed like hours in the freezing cold (Melbourne's weather is just plain bitter man) and being sleep deprived did NOT make me a happy camper. Finally get inside the gates and feel like sheep as we're all flocking in the same direction getting drilled by officials yelling at us to "keep off the grass" (why?? It's not like the cars weren't going to drive over them in a couple of hours anyways) and to "keep moving along". All in all, I'm not really sure the pit straight walk was worth it. You're on the track side rather than inside the pit lane and hardly any of the garages were open.
2pm After going home and getting some much needed sleep, we come back for quali. Nothing much happened except that it started drizzling for a bit so I went out and bought 3 ponchos and what do you know, it stopped. Yeh, that'd be right. And also we kept getting these weird looks from everyone (it wasn't until later that we found out we were in the wrong seats! Oops)

Sunday:
Started with the drivers' parade which was fantastic because Kimi's car was RIGHT in front of us! And there were these really cute Japanese girls sitting behind us SHRIEKING his name like he was the lead singer of a boyband or something! So he did the obligatory wave thing and we all waved back (seriously, why do we wave back?? Like the driver's really give 2 shites!) and quite grateful that they did scream the way they did otherwise I don't really think he would've looked up.
1:30pm The cars were setting up on the grid and we were in a great spot because Kimi and Ralf were pretty much right in front of us. During the set up though, we did notice that Flavio approached Ralf and they seemed to be quite friendly with eachother...hm, maybe a Renault contract for Ralf perhaps??? Trying to take photos of Kimi was impossible as everyone seemed to be crowding his car (strangely enough, seemed to be relatively few people surrounding JPM though!)
So I won't go through the race in detail as people have watched/heard about it, but I will mention the weirdnest of the race.
1. Schumi hitting the kurb in a relatively straight line was just weird. You wouldn't expect that from someone of his calibre and at a time when he was getting quite close to Button as well. Still, we were directly across from this so I wasn't complaining!
2. JPM going out in pretty much the exact spot as Schumi. Stopped the car right in front of us so we took some pretty good shots of that. You should've heard the people around us giving him shite though. I guess he's not a favoured son in Australia!
3. Button's engine letting go in a spectacular cloud of smoke, 20m from the finish line after a great battle with Fisi which in no doubt in my mind would've (and should've) gone done to the wire was just horrible horrible luck. I actually thought he had locked the brakes at first (and thought he was a bit retarded for slowing on the pit straight) until I saw the smoke (who's the retard now huh??)

And on a final note....
* highly recommended that everyone attend as many GPs as they can. This was such a fantastic experience and there's nothing like hearing 22 cars revving it up on the starting grid. I think I'm a bit hard of hearing now but was it worth it??? HELL YEH!!!!
* it was great catching up with you girls again and I really hope we can all get together some time soon and do it all again...maybe get better tickets this time yeh?? So who else burned a huge hole in the pockets?? Was it worth it??? HELL YEH!!!
*could not believe my luck when out of all the hundreds of people in the crowd, a fucking bird decides to shite on me. Seriously, what are the damn chances??? Still, must've brought them luck cos both Kimi AND Ralf made it onto the podium. So was it worth it??? HELL YEH!!!
* I got sunburnt like mad...yep, sunglass tan and all. First looked like a tomato (or as Pam put it, like I'd been drinking heavily...thanks chicky) then looked like the old bird from Something About Mary and now look like Hannibal Lectre when he puts that skin on his face because my sunburn is beginning to peel something shocking. Was it worth it??? HELL YES!!!!

Final FINAL note:
* does anyone know how to get corporate/VIP tickets for GPs???
* does anyone know what Fisi's race engineer said to him during the race?

Life's a bitch...and don't we know it

2006-03-29T15:36:00.000+09:30

Seriously, why oh why does it always seem that when an important weekend is coming up and you want to look your best, your skin suddenly has a fucking brain fart?? And it ain't just one, it's a whole damn cluster of them! It's like my skin has a 6th sense of these things..."quick, she's going away this weekend, CODE RED!!!" And then they all swoop in for the kill, like when you feed seagulls at the beach (those of you who were stupid enough to do that know what I'm talking about...damn scary man!) It didn't happen last week when all I had was uni, no no, it had to happen this weekend when I'm going away for my first holiday in 3 years. I did everything right: drank heaps (and heaps) of water (which just made me pee like a race horse), put on facial masks (which seemed to make it worse), ate healty (which made me feel worse), spend oodles and oodles of money buying expensive brands that are supposed to be antiblemish (false advertising dammit!) You name it, I did it. And this is how the bastid repays me. By thinking it's a free party where everyone's invited: come one, come all!

Remedies that I've tried:
1. squeezing lemon juice on them *hint: this burns like mad people and does NOT come highly recommended. Particularly stings when it comes in contact with the eyes
2. leaving them alone. This is actually harder than it sounds cos when you have a huge MOFO that's the size of Mt Everest, it's like an itch that needs scratching
3. sqeezing them. DON'T DO THIS!!! While the one you squeezed may be gone, about another 10 more come to its funeral. Not pretty.
4. antiblemish sticks. HAHAHAHAH, this is a joke! They should just call them Bullshit sticks. However, I do learn my lesson the hard way cos I always go back for more! *PS I'm a product hussy <:-%
5. exfoliate. Some lucky bastid out there struck it rich when they bottled up sand in a tube and called it " exfoliating microbeads". Sure, and Mr Garrison from South Park doesn't look anything like Johnny Howard!
and finally...
6. toothpaste. Yes, as weird as it sounds, I have tried this. And while it does kinda get rid of it, I don't really know if walking around with white globs that look like a pigeon just #2d on your face is more attractive than the pimple itself. And yes, I did think about putting it on at night instead, however, toothpaste all over the pillow and subsequently in my hair (and everywhere except the damn spot itself) is not very appealing.

*sigh* I envy those damn bitches that don't spend a small fortune on facial products and still have peachy, flawless, smooth-as-a-baby's-bottom skin. Funnily enough, it always seems that they're smokers and chocolate addicts....hm, a diet worth trying me thinks ;-p

A day in the life of a uni student.....

2006-03-17T00:56:00.001+09:30

OK, since this is my first blog EVER (a feat really, as I'm so technophobic I just recently discovered MSN Messenger), I shall start with wot I like to call....A day in the life of a uni student *insert Days of our Lives music here*

7:00am wake up cos the bastid alarm has gone off *hint: MUCH better to wake up to music rather than possibly THE most annoying sound in the world (sounds like 2 cats fighting...or as I just recently discovered, they're actually having sex *shudder*) However, chances of actually waking up are slim to none
Hit snooze button

7:05am radio goes off again *repeat this for another 5 times and wonder why the hell you didn't just set your alarm for 7:30 in the first place

7:30am stay in bed for another 5mins contemplating whether or not you should actually attend your lecture at the unGodly hour of 8am (who functions at that time???) while thinking to yourself, "yeh, I've got plenty of time to get ready"

7:35am after deciding you're going to go (cos you've already failed waaaaay too many times to give your classmates ANY advantage over you) you haul ass to the bathroom to make sure that you're in there before the person who you heard just go to the toilet gets in, snickering to self about the beauty of your timing. Curse under breath when you find that somebody else who has done EXACTLY the same thing as you is in there first, possibly sniggering to him/herself about how they're going to make it on time while you have to pretty much set a world record just to make it there 15mins late. Curse under breath while still thinking "yeh, I can still make it"

7:45am finally out of the bathroom, try to multi task by putting on clothes, make up, brush hair, put contacts in, pack the bag and skull a whole cup of boiling hot coffee in one gulp (scolding tongue in the process) all at the same time....lucky we're girls huh ;)

7:50am after forgetting about 1000 and 10 things, you're finally out the door realising "fuck, I'm going to be late" and cursing over the lost time you spent wondering if the eyebrows you've drawn on are crooked, or if the sunnies you picked out really do go with your outfit (does black go with pink???)

7:50-7:55am wait with10 other students for wot seems like hours for a break in the traffic, giving evil daggers to the drivers (which is quite pointless really cos unless they're Superman, they're hardly going to see you're contorted face under your owl-like oversized sunnies...luving them at the mo'!!!). Curse under breath. After deciding you've waited long enough, take your chances and play headless chicken with the cars. Now it's their turn to give YOU daggers...ah, karma's a bitch!

8:10am yes you're late, but so is your damn lecturer. Bitch about the fact that if YOU managed to show up then he should at least show you the same courtesy. Secretly hope that he doesn't come so you can go home instead of sitting through wot I think is the best cure for insomnia. Vow that you'll give him another 5mins before you leave

8:14 (and 59secs) as if right on cue, the bastid shows up. DAMMIT!!!

arvo-5pm attend other mind numbing lectures/tutes/pracs, in which you're absolutely clueless about wot's going on thinking "I don't remember doing this AT ALL, and I should know, I've repeated 2nd year 3 FUCKING TIMES!" Casually walk around the class pretending you're looking for books but really sneaking peaks at other students work. 2nd guess yourself cos someone else who looks smarter than you (usually the Asians with the glasses) has a different answer. Curse yourself cos it turns out you were right in the first place. Eat uni food for lunch which is usually, at best, just salted orange water that they call "chef's special: gourmet pumpkin soup" and charge $7...yeh, that's reasonable. Double over in pain for the rest of the day while stomach makes weird gurgling noises

5:00-5:10pm play headless chicken with peak hour traffic again....oh joy!

5:30-10:00pm veg out in front of the telly while promising that you'll study right after dinner. Usually some shite that you wouldn't eat in a million years but make the exception becaue you're desperate. Try to convince yourself that it really does taste like something Jamie Oliver cooked....Really, carbonara is supposed to be green! Finally give up and opt for mee goreng which seems to be the universal uni student food *PS apparently mee goreng looks the same way coming out as it does going in! Found out one night after a friend called Jim Beam decided to drop by! ;) Wot should usually take you 15mins to eat dinner somehow takes 1 1/2 hrs...such a mystery really...like something straight out of the X-files!

12:00a go to sleep trying to pick out an outfit to try to save you time the next morning, groaning cos you realise you have to do it all over again for the next 4 days....

ah, the joys of being a uni student.......

a blog about nothing...

This much I know

soooo bored

The Made Ins.....

World Cup Fever...IT'S ON!!

My point of view

SICK DAMMIT

These are a few of my favourite things *to the tune of Favourite things from Mary Poppins*

Wot's up with the Curtin network???

Australian GP 06 podium

Crash's of the day

Sunday's Drivers' Parade

Sunday's Drivers' Parade

Australian GP....BRING IT ON!!!!!!!!

Life's a bitch...and don't we know it

A day in the life of a uni student.....

These are a few of my favourite things to the tune of Favourite things from Mary Poppins