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Hi gang! Thanks so much to those of you who keep checking back even though I have been slack and not written regularly for a couple of weeks now. Singapore took it out of me and work has been hectic- I have had some rotten cough for weeks (verrry attractive, let me tell you! Actually, the cough is so bad that the other day a lady from work suggested I go to a doctor.. When I told her I had already been three times, she said, “maybe you need.. a.. um.. specialist.”

When I questioned why, she said, “i don’t want to scare you sweetie, (always a bad sign) but it might be lung cancer! You smoke heavily, no?”

No. Actually I don’t. Nor have I ever smoked in my life. But thanks for the words of advice.. and thanks for not wanting to scare me. Appreciate it. Cough, cough.

Anyway, the point of the blog was to say thanks to everyone for checking back – especially Pia who not only checks back regularly.. but then sends me messages asking me why I haven’t written. Thanks love!

Sing-sing again!

In Singapore for a work event and it has been a productive although tiring week. We’ve been locked in a room for 10 hours a day nutting out a few finer points of what our business unit does, how we interact wtih others, etc, etc.. the niceties of it all, shall I say. Anyway.. so, we got to yesterday, the final day of the proceedings and I think everyone was looking a little haggard – myself even more than the rest of the group. The last time I was in Singapore, I was with my friend D, and she and I attempted to try every beauty treatment we could (with varying reults – see previous blog entry). But I had discovered one she hadn’t tried… And here it is:

Yes folks, they are little fish.. Little fish that gnaw away at the dead skin cells on your feet and legs.. It sounds a bit um.. gross!  but I have to say it is actually a really lovely tingly sensation as they nibble away at your limbs. Check out garra rufa at Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doctor_fish

D wasn’t impressed when I got to try something she hadn’t and I think she’s booking her flight to Singsing now to get onboard!

My favourite part of the trip was sitting in Raffles drinking Singapore slings with a very good friend of my ex-loved one, who is now a good friend of mine – was great to see him, and know that I am still loved by the loser’s mates – the best revenge. Big love and fish nibbles to all.

Back door bandits

No, not half as bad as the title suggests..

A couple of entries ago I wrote of my flatmate and i being a bit fabu-loose and heading to Revolver for some shenanigans. Well, we went there again on Saturday night and having discovered the secret back entrance on our previous venture here, we decided to forego the cover charge on the front door, in favour of mischeif – and being the very mature 31 and 33 year olds we are, we snuck in the back way. I don’t know how we got in, as the place was crawling with bouncers, but we did, and as they say, that is all that counts.

Our day actually started much more respectfully.. and that was at 1pm that afternoon when we went to a very nice restaurant (called Orange on Chapel Street) and drank red wine in front of a blazing fire. It was warm, cosy and delightful. I then had to attend a 2 hour engagement party in the early evening and when everyone left the venue, I called up the flatmate to get her to come to help my polish off the remaining bottles of champers – and let me tell you, there was a few.

There was another establishment between said-engagement party venue and Revolting but I won’t go into details.. except to say thank god for my camera – we needed a refresher the next morning on what had gone on.. and this was the most enlightening photo:

Yes, my friends, that is the flatmate-that-I-love, with a horses head on, kissing a boy with..um, the rest of the horses outfit. What a classy lady! But nowhere near as classy as the gorilla or the tiger in the background!

Whatevs slocos.

My lovely friend D, who I travel with quite often, and lurve most of the time (*this story pretty much makes up the rest of the time when I don’t lurve her so much) rang me the other day to tell me that she was coming to visit me down here in Mexico Melbourne. I was very, very excited until she told me she was coming on the weekend of October 11-12. I had already discussed that weekend this week – with my Dad, who had wanted to come down and walk the 5km walk as part of the Melbourne marathon.  I mentioned to her that he would be down, and why. She giggled.

“Well,” she said, “you’ll be impressed, I’m bringing N and glittergirl with me.” And as soon as she said glitter girl, I knew.

“I’M NOT RUNNING!” I said -  getting it in quick before she could even think about broaching the subject.

“Come on,” my friend coaxed. “It will be fun.”

Fun? Running ’til I’m out of breath, my large mammary glands bouncing all over the place causing pain, my body aching during and for days after the event because of my complete lack of fitness and thin, lithe active people looking pitifully at me as I slouch along the road with the same landspeed as a three-toed sloth at the end of the run. Not my idea of fun. At all.

So, like the 5 year old I am, I rang glittergirl. To dob on D for trying to get me to do something that would only be negative to my life. And she assured me that she had tried to convince D that I wouldn’t be up for it – god bless her cotton socks.

Anyway. So in the end, i answered all of their emails with my short, succint message, that I thought captured the spirit of my enthusiasm. “Whatevs team. Whatevs.”

And so we got the name “Team Whatevs”

Until glittergirl told us that she was in a team (for another event) called “Frorets”. This, imaginatively, is short for “frolicking retards” – coined by her hubby – very farken funny indeed, more so if you actually knew glittergirl. And I like it so much that we are now called the “Whatevs slocos” – sloco being short for “slow coaches”.

So, if you happen to be at the Melbourne Marathon and you see an overweight girl clutching her chest as she has a heart attack, crawling towards the finish line (probably the 10km, but the result will be the same!), give her a shout and yell “Whatevs slocos!” – it will be me, and I will appreciate the support. I sure as hell don’t get it from my good friends.

Such is life

Had the worst day today. Woke up feeling rather out-of-sorts, due to a few too many Long Island Iced Teas last night – on a school night no less!! Got a call and wanted to get right onto the task assigned like the good little worker bee I am.. But computer said no. So went back to bed. Until about 20 minutes later when another call came in. OK. The sleeping gods were most definitely against me. So I got up. And my computer decided to reboot itself. And install some new-fangled software thang that my company was pushing out to all and sundry. Right. So I waited for that to be done. And received a few more phone calls.. And banged the ‘puter to try to abuse it into doing what I want.. But no. There was only one option. And that was to face the office. ARGH!

So, in I went, hangover hovering as a reminder of what good girls don’t do on a Thursday night, and faced my day, my colleagues and my sad, depressing worker-bee life. Only kidding. i went in, went for lunch, went for coffee, ran to the post office, grabbed another coffee, contemplated walking a lap of the park and chatted to everyone that I possibly could.. you get the idea. About 4pm, I sat down and faced the music. Or the workload. Groan. Ok, maybe it was 4.30. Whatevs.

At 5, my hangover cleared. What a wonderful, wonderful feeling that was. God it felt good. And at 5.10, I went out for an after work drink. Awesome.

Fabu-loose

So, it started with a few quiet after work drinks, as they often do. My flatmate and I headed to a rather classy, sedate establishment in the city, at the Paris end of Collins Street and we supped on French champagne and chatted about love, life and laughable lads.

We then walked to another less fabulous establishment (her choice, not mine) and finally made it to one of my favourite bars in Melbourne - Cookie. It was all going very nicely until someone mentioned a new roof-top bar that had opened.. and suggested we go and have a look. So we did. And it was a wful. So we decided to knock our drinks back and get out of there.. And in hindsight that was probably the beginning of the end.

We ditched the city and headed back to the heartland – South Yarra and our beloved Chapel Street.  And for those who think that flatmate-that-I-love and I go here to be scene queens – in fact it is quite the opposite – we go here because it is within staggering distance to home.. So, we headed to another favourite, Electric Lady Lounge or Lady Bird or whatever it’s called.. This is a nice bar and reminds me of home (Sydders) – it’s a bit pretentious, but jam packed of the beautiful people out to see and be seen. I love it.

We stumbled to a couple more bars and were then going to hit the old “guarantee” bar (mentioned previously in this blog – name omitted – we don’t want you all rushing there – our 100% success rate might drop!) when my flatmate suggested Revolver. Shudder. I have succesfully avoided Revolter since I moved here (have been there many times previously when on holiday to Melbourne) and was proud of never having graced it’s seedy, steamy innards while living about a kilometre up the road. But it was late.. and I was drunk. So I said “sure!!”.

That was the mistake right there. We walked in, my hot, blonde flatmate and I, and boys were on us like flies to honey. And did we care? Not at all! We chatted to them all, flirting up a storm, having drinks bought.. getting drunker and drunker, and of course more glamourous by the second. It was when a few cornered me demanding to know why I was paying others attention also, that i realised it was time to leave.. so we did what any two respectable girls would do – said we were going to the toilet and did a runner out the back door so as not to have to face these less than salubrious types again.

We found ourselves in a dark alley (god only knows where, I certainly wouldn’t be able to find it again) and headed towards the light.. At the light, we stumbled across (shock, horror) MORE boys who asked, “do you girls wanna come to Revolver?” They jumped back when we both yelled emphatically “NO!”

They settled for a gay bar nearby and we sat and drank.. um.. I don’t remember, until the wee hours of the morning. And as harsh daylight began to appear we realised it was time to go. If I had met the orthopaedic surgeon at any other time, it might have been something special. But alas. I was being fabu-loose and it was more certainly not to be. Har, har, har, har.

Update on the family(s)

Work has calmed down again which means more time for Scrabulous (have had to re-activate stale games), MSN and of course, cinderfarkenrella.. I can probably even find a few inneresting things to write as well.. (here’s hoping anyway..)

So, firstly to my old man darling dad, because I know a few of you love hearing about the dude. He is settling into his new life in “the ‘go” – for those not in the know, “the ‘go” is Bendigo (www.bendigotourism.com) – a town a couple of hours away from Melbourne – which means it’s close enough to see him more frequently than I have done in past years, but not too close that he can choose to just “drop in”. Sweet. Anyway, he is studying which is great, except that his loving daughter is has to help him with his assignments.. Not so great. But anyway. Otherwise, the love it doing well and cruising along.

For those who didn’t realise, my parental unit split in half to become two units at the end of last year and in typical my-family-style kinda way, dad thought “farrrrk this” and moved interstate to get as far away from things as possible.. Some people call it escapism, we like to call it “next!!”

Mum is good too and chillaxing without the dad to look after. She is same old, same old – an earth mother that doesn’t get stressed about anything – the ultilmate cool cucumber. And bro is too. Not much to report for either of them. They just rock as normal.

Closer to home, with my Melbourne family. Flatmate-that-I-love is gearing up for her big move (out).. We are both excited and, as she is moving about 200 metres away, we are working out the roster for whose house we stay at each night.. it will probably be mine when I’m cooking and hers when we go out to eat.. (heh, heh!).

And the other beloved family member, Mate, the turtle is being a little bit loving towards flatmate-that-I-love and I at the moment.. He keeps wanting to sit on our feet. Not sure if it something to do with the warmth or whether he is just being odd, or perhaps whether he has deep-seeded emotional issues. We’re not complaining anyway, it makes a vast improvement from him sulking under the lounge and never coming out to play.

So all in all, life is good. Hello to everyone and thanks for checking back even though I was being completely negligent when it came to my blogoriffic activities. Love all your collective gutses. x x

My first entry in a while..

I haven’t written anything in ages for a couple of reasons:

1. I have been so busy with work – both of my darling accounts have had “major” stuff going on. Luckily I love them both AND my job so all is good. I was also training a few people (to do my job - how hilarious that they have put me in charge of other people’s professional development – bwahahahahahahahaha!) which meant training for 9 hours a day and catching up my days work at night. Fun times.

2. I have been working so much I haven’t had anything even remotely exciting to write about. No drunken stories, crazy misadventure or even the odd pash-n-dash in there. Nothing. Nada. Zero. Which makes for quite boring blog entries.

But. The busy times are (hopefully) over and the weekend is here. Except that I’m going up to Bendigo to hang out with my daddy. And he thinks I’m an angel.. Ok, ok, so he’s not that stupid..but I try to be on my best behaviour around him. So mischief (and therefore stories) will have to wait.