Friday, 26 February 2010

shots shots shots

Hello friends and lovers of the blogosphere. So I've decided to just fuck it all and have a good time! Life's too short to not..uh, fuck it....yep.

I have decided to pick myself up from a decidedly minor setback (now that I actually think about it), dust myself off and continue as per usual as my happiest self. And finally it is Friday! I'm meeting my favourite (well, only) twin brother in the city for dinner at our favourite restaurant spot, hopefully I can sink a couple of sneaky mojitos while everyone is distracted with their various food and juice items, and generally have a good time. Edamame beans and tofu ramen, here I come!

I'm getting my annual haircut tomorrow. And then tomorrow night will be the best party time with my party animal friends whom I love very much. Hopefully with sexy hair. And sexy dancing (that's what your best girlfriends are for, isn't it?). I did a couple of very nice espresso vodka shots at an expensive cocktail bar last week...perhaps a revisit is necessary? I think so!

Tuesday, 23 February 2010

i know that it is freezing but i think we have to walk

I really miss the way things used to be, before I was worried about men (hurting me) and my job (keeping it) and my weight (stop gaining it) and my money (spend too much). I just can't seem to escape anything now. I miss my friends that all went away to other countries. I miss eating whatever I wanted, without being all fucked up about it. I miss being able to pick myself up and move on. Simple things appear more difficult as I get older, which I'm quite sure is not the way things are supposed to be.

Time to make a change, I guess. I'm just not sure where to start.

Thursday, 18 February 2010

want to dance with no pants on

Hello babies!

This will only be a short blog entry as I have to go get ready, but I just wanted to say that I am in the best mood ever. Even though I worked really hard today in the office, I got a lot done, and I am making friends with my new workmates. We play tennis on Wednesdays.

Without further avail: it's time to have a shower, wash my hair with my favourite strawberry shampoo, slap some pretty make-up on, pick out a dress and get out of here! It feels like the night to kiss and cuddle my best friends in public, thrash around until 3am, consume potential litres of my favourite beverage (the ever-popular vodka Red Bull), inappropriately text people that I shouldn't, and go crazy.

....and then turn up at work bright and early tomorrow morning, smelling clean...this is why I hardly ever go out on Thursday nights!

Here is some socks-and-sandals action. These are some Doc Martens that my Mum gave me for my eighteenth birthday (all those years ago), which I absolutely love. I remember it was a really hot summer night and I insisted on wearing them with my floaty floral dress to my birthday party, even though they are winter shoes. She has really great taste. I kind of...don't.

Monday, 15 February 2010

i'm your biggest fan i'll follow you until you love me

So, I apologise for being M.I.A on this blog for a while!

I have had a bit going on, mostly in the form of nights out on the town, moving house yet again (out of the apartment, back to the parents'!), disappointing some people, and contracting some sort of virus which confined me to my bed all of yesterday watching endless episodes of "Skins" and eating endless numbers of carrots. I really couldn't stomach anything else. And to make it worse, I'm eating a carrot right now as I'm typing this! I am seeing the doctor in a couple of hours.

I feel like my life is a bit of an epic fail at the moment (two steps forward, three steps backward!) but I have decided to uncharacteristically look at my situation optimistically and just trust that things will work out in my favour. Fingers crossed for me, fellow bloggers! I've got some stuff to sort out!

Also, P.S: I did a guest blogging spot over at Darling Darling, who I have a lot of blog-love for, so check it out if you fancy. They are just some photographs of my twin brother who reluctantly donned make-up and Doc Martens for me- ahh, sibling love!

Alright. I'm going back to bed to sweat out this sickness. I hope you're all impressed that I still managed to crawl over here and blog for you, like some kind of circus monkey! Just joking. I love you guys.

Monday, 8 February 2010

it's not that i don't like you i'm just at a party

I had my first salsa dancing lesson tonight, and it was great.

I took on this challenge as somewhere in the beginning of 2010 I decided to become a Yes Man (or woman, as it were), and enthusiastically reply in the affirmative to suggestions that I would not normally consider (heads up: this is not going to become some kind of "Year of Yes" blog experiment or anything, as I do not want to steal Danny Wallace's thunder or be sued under copyright laws).

But yes; this is how I have found myself doing vodka and/or tequila shots at parties when I know I despise these drinks from past experience, why I am playing tennis on Wednesday with workmates, why I purchased a tie-dye t-shirt from the hippie store in the mall, and why I am eating seven-day old pasta leftovers as I type this (for any regular readers, if you do indeed exist, yes, it is the previously mentioned tomato and vegetarian sausage dish). Fingers crossed, people. I think it's okay to eat.

But the point is: salsa dancing was pretty fun, although I mistakenly wore Converse high-tops so when it came time to "spin!" I nearly broke an ankle 'cause my foot stuck to the polished wood floor. But it worked out just fine in the end, and although I was very uncoordinated, I was pleased for being brave enough to try something new. Tequila still makes me vomit though.

Thursday, 4 February 2010

he's having a smoke and she's taking a drag

I have been quite social the past couple of weeks.

I invited my an old friend over and went all twenties' housewife on her ass, cooking up a delectable feast of wholemeal spaghetti with organic tomato sauce and vegetarian soy sausage. And then I did not have any wine, as I am currently staving off alcohol for a week. It's actually a lot harder than it sounds...a whole week! No wine with dinner, no casual beers after work, no gin straight from the bottle when you can't sleep at night...jokes, people! As if I would drink beer after work.

Additionally, today I sucked it up, stopped being such a pale unmuscled wuss and hit the gym. I personally like the weights, as I can grunt and sweat whilst humming Survivor's "Eye Of The Tiger" and glaring at my "competition," i.e the chubby middle-ager desperately trying to lost fifteen kilos on the stationary bicycle. Yeah that's right. Don't look at me!!

Anyway. I think you have earned these photographs from my twentieth birthday nightclubbing celebrations, which was basically a big steaming pile of awesome, complete with Jagerbombs, running through some sprinklers, a minor fight with my twin brother and cigars at midnight.

Photographs donated by Jacki.

Monday, 1 February 2010

i don't care who you are in this bar

I am burning the candle at both ends right now, but I'm quite enjoying it. I have been:

Listening to a colossal amount of dance music, drinking litres of Red Bull to keep up, eating mushrooms and dolmades (rice wrapped in vine leaves...from a can), going out to my favourite restaurant (they serve the best edamame beans, with chilli and garlic), nightclubbing until 5am with my crazy party animal friends, drinking cocktails we can't afford, running barefoot through wet grass at 4am, laughing, regretting my hideously late nights the next morning at my office job, drinking green tea to get through the slumps, hanging at my parents,' sleeping on their couch, reading a million fashion magazines, watching "Skins" (which a certain lovely person presented for my birthday gift, which was absolutely perfect), awaiting the onset of all-night study and essays, texting up a storm (also known as "crippling phone bill) on my new keyboard phone.