on the way home from ikea
Well, today marked a very special day for me because what happened signified something I think will make me, how should I put this, all grown up. So what marked the change from adolescense to adult-hood? It was not my 21st birthday because that happened in November; it was not graduation because that hasn't happened yet; no, it was something more simple but just as significant. I bought a book shelf from ikea that matches my bedside table.
No, I'm not that shallow *please stifle your laughs.* The simple act of swiping my credit card and walking out with a box that didn't fit in my car as it was full of people so I went back again and it just fitted with a hard push of the trunk door does not make me an adult. Let me explain. During university, I lived a frugal life and everything I had existed because I placed them in different coloured milk crates I stole during the middle of the night from the back doors of supermarkets. Those milk crates epitomised everything about uni - practicallity, simplicity and foremost, free. So what ended up in my milk crates? Obviously, I used it as storage; for my books, papers, cds, magazines, toys, playstation, clothes and anything and everything was thrown in them. I also forgot to mention that they also doubled as seating in my room. But as you mature, your needs change. Trying to be sophisticated, I bought a book shelf and now, my life exists neatly and organised within well defined spaces. Yes, I'm growing up and am deeply ashamed of it.
So from today, its goodbye milk crates and hello book shelf
tyarrhea still reeling from the life changing purchase
on the way home from port stephens
"You're just so predictable. In every way. I want you to know I know your game. It's so unbelievable. How you never change. You won't get away with loving me, you're just so predictable"
Delta Goodrem - Predictable
"I was just guessing at numbers and figures, pulling the puzzles apart, questions of science, science and progress"
Coldplay - The Scientist
"Knew you'd be here tonight, so I put my best dress on, boy I was so right. Our eyes connected, now nothing's how it used to be, no second guesses"
Kylie Mingoue - Slow
What is up with the quotes? Well, let me explain. Prior to the above, I spent a week in sunny and idyllic port stephens where, in the small country beach side town of nelson bay, they had not four, but five
!!!!!!!!!!!!!! of the major banks! Amazing! Anyway, I went with a select group of friends and kudos to MN for organsing the whole event, which happened to defy the chaos theory - anything that could of went wrong didn't! The whole week was surprising hot and sunny and I even managed to get a glowing tan - albeit after a bit of sun burn and frantic rubbing of aloe vera gel. I went kayacking, swimming, tried fishing and bush/beach walking in the middle of the night with a fast approaching storm!
But I have to admit, at one time, it was very weird being the only single person in the household, but enough about that...
Anyway, the highlight of the little holiday would have to be the
family dinner where a whole lot of effort went in with spectacular results. Why? Because every night, we managed to create something special with the little ingredients we had and is testament to the fact that I and everyone will hold memorable dinner parties in the future and a sign that everyone should start an exercise regime to reign in the extra kilos we are going to put.
The trip also held a personal meaning for me - it was the northest part of new south wales I've ever been. At first, I was a little scared with the names of towns I've never heard and the fact that we drove up there soley based on the information on road signs, but I'm proud to say that I've been to port stephens and will most likely never return because there's so many other places i've never been. Places such as Newcastle, which I stopped by after Port Stephens and what a hole it is! There is absolutely nothing in Newcastle! I drove around looking for something fun and I only managed to find a David Jones and some fast food places. But I do admit that Newcastle has some very interesting parks with equally interesting or weird monuments, such as the obliseq, which I thought only existed in Egypt.
Anyway, on the ride home, I had to drive back by myself because others left early or stayed longer. So, being the self recluse I am, I plugged in my minidisc, cranked up the volume and drove down the freeway in the right lane at 130 km/h (any faster and my car starts to shake very uncomfortably) doing my version of Australian Idol and belted out just about every tune on my minidisc. Lucky I had the window up because I was singing so loud my ears even began to hurt a little - must have looked like a loony idiot to the pasers by. Anyway, the surprising thing was that I
really enjoyed my impromptu karoke session in the car because time litterally flew by.
So my advice - next time you're stuck in a unwinnable situation, close your eyes, open your ears and let your vocal cords out and belt out "What about me, it isn't fair, I've had enough now i want my share, Can't you see i wanna live, But you just take more than you give"
Shannon Noll - What about me
tyarrhea still resting his voice box for the next time he is driving alone
on the way to completing the previous blog
One of the fun things of keeping a blog is founding out what other people are doing, ummm, by what other means than their blog. Here, I'll give you an extract that left me litterally LOL for a whole 5 minutes. The scence, a guy (Monkey) goes for a haircut with a thai hairdresser awaiting a sex change in May:
MONKEY: I'd like to get more colours put in this month, if that's possible.
HAIRDRESSER: Highlights?
MONKEY: Yes, please. And it's an important day for me, so you have to make me look especially good.
HAIRDRESSER: *beams* You have sex change, too?
I'm still laughing!
I do hope he doesn't mind me posting the above in verbatim. BTW, I found the blog reading what other sydneysiders has been up to
on the way home from the city
Wow! Today was a real stinker, weather wise anyway. And is there a better way to escape the exhausting heat than to enjoy the sea breeze of Sydney Harbour being channeled by the tall skyscappers of Castlereagh and Pitt Street supplemented with generous gusts of the air conditioners? Well I couldn't think of any better way to spend the day and yes, I went shopping.
Besides an engagement in the early morning, the rest of the morning was spent walking around town in the aforementioned areas sidestepping any spots of sunlight. Once again, my forays into
affluenza infected areas of town revealed something truly amazing in me which I never noticed before.
For the first time in a long time, I displayed a personality trait that I thought has disappeared with the others such as innocence, compassion and kindness and the resurrected trait was self-restraint. How did I realise this - because my regular forays to
eluxury revealed that Louis Vuitton has increased their prices in the US and today, upon entering the store, I discovered that the Australian prices has been reduced, not a huge reduction with a general trend of about 2.5% and in the world of LV, this is as close as you'll ever get to a sale. And they had new product lines too! Oh well - I guess my self restraint will only last until my final welfare payment so I can parade it in the Centrelink offices and tell them thanks.
Armed with my reborn self restraint, I promptly crossed Castlereagh St and push the door bell at J. Farren Peirce and ask to see what else, but the Rolex's. Absolutely stunning! Mind boggling prices! The Rolex Daytonas are one of the rarest watches to find new because in economic terms, there's over demand so I tried on the 18k gold version and with a price of $18,000, it didn't stay on my wrist very long. Next, was the Yacth Master on my wish list and this is quite a good looking watch, although not up the standards the Daytonas. But with a retail price of $12,000 and the stainless steel Daytona at $11,000, I think I need to change my wish list to incorporate the Daytona. It was an amazing experience trying on watches that are priced more than my current annual
welfare income. Nevertheless, it is something to aim for and for my troubles, I was given a glossy Rolex brochure *which is very hard to get, even from Rolex themselves as they only give out the condensed one*.
And the rest of the day was spent with VHH down at his
Picket Fence Store and featured in a SMH *scroll to the bottom*. And for some reason, the rest of the afternoon went rather slow, but I did have fun reading, meeting new and interesting people and generally, being the unemployed bum. And I did pick up a new tee shirt in a colour not already in my collection.
Another highlight from the day? Well, these 2 junky women sat across the train aisle from me today and between them, they had a baby less than 2 years old and two boys aged I think at 8 and 10 and you should of heard the advanced and rather technical ways they incorporated "FUCK" into their sentences, which left me quite memerised. I think the later was because one of the women had her head in the other's lap where the they began to go meticulously through her hair *methinks they were looking for hair lice* and left their children to roam around the carriage where the 10 year old managed to hang half of his body outside of the moving carriage via the doors with "No thoroughfare" on them (It wasn't a tangara with the concealed passage ways), leaving the 2 year old to wander aimlessly, almost falling into the gap between platform and train only to be snatched by the 8 year old and dragged *literally* downstairs with no shoes on and forced to lie on the floor and was sat on by the 8 year old. While this was happening, I think the parents found 5 head lices because I heard unmistakable sound of "Oh, got one" five times which is quite a successful catch. But this makes you think, how can parents treat their children so flippantly leaving their kids in a dangerous environment, especially in today's risk averse society *I guess they haven't read the research* but the real question is what are
my taxes doing when government departments like DOCS have not taken these kids into better care? *OBVIOUSLY nothing because I don't pay any income taxes - hehehehe* Honestly, why do I care especially when I don't like children.
Anyway, I just hope they find shoes for the 2 year old because there are quite a lot of needles in the south-western sydney area.
tyarrhea going to dream about extravagant purchases
on the way home from Centrelink after handing in my fortnightly form
Well, summer is quickly coming to a close and how do I know this besides the gradual shift in the weather - because my jobseeker diary is due on the 5/3/04, which I read as 5/2/04 and being the goody-2-shoes I am, I walked into Centrelink only to walk out 5 minutes later red faced with embarrassment. Subconscious, I think that my mind thinks that summer is over because there have been so many things I've yet to do. For example, summer is
usually the time for wild bushfires, lazing at the beach, huge beebeeques and gorging on topical fruits, all of which have yet and I doubt, will eventuate.
On the job hunting front, I seems that I am underqualified for about 80% of the jobs advertised and overqualified for 19%, leaving 1% of jobs to apply for with a rejection rate of 97.435%. I hate this numbers game! However, being unemployed has given me a huge amount of time to spend doing nothing, and by nothing, I mean shopping, and by shopping, I mean
window shopping with a lot of time spent with one of my oldest friends now living in east Sydney, VHH. View our escapades
here. So far, its been fun and I look forward to achieving my goals on my wishlist before. BTW, I went to Cartier on Monday and found the price of the ring, its $1,500 for the thick band and $880 for the thin band, both of which are white gold.
While browsing the internet the other day, I came across a SMH article,
Hang the Expense, where upon I discovered the name for all this insatiable shopping and attachment to frivolous expenditure:
Affluenza. I really do enjoy a good pun! Its an interesting article, I think everyone should read it because it highlights a new phenomena in today's materialistic society and contains a valuable lesson,
"If you really want to feel superior, inconspicuous consumption is the go." Here here!
I've noticed that there's been a change in the theme of my blogs - I seem to complain, whinge and rant a bit less now a days - testament to my growing maturity? I shudder to think so. I think I'm complaining less because the world is now so screwed up, well, Australia and Sydney in particular. Firstly, we have the option of two idiots as prime minister, so its going to be a case of who's going to do the better worse job at it. Sydney's public transport is in a mess, both trains and buses, and I use to hold Sydney buses in high regard. The university systems seems to be collapsing under the sheer collective weight of Asian students (I flicked through the acceptance pages) not because there're fat, but because there's so many of them. And the world *read: the US* is questioning society's moral values because Janet Jackson
accidently flashed a breast to million of viewers! To quote on lady on the news "I was watching it with my four children and I didn't appreciate them being exposed to such crass!" Lady, trust me, your children are involved in much more immoral and gratuitous acts and viewing one breast doesn't even come close. Its probably me, but I've noticed that kids now a days are becoming more sluttier? First, there was the baby boomers, then Gen X, now Gen Y, which will give way to Gen LTH - the generation of little try hards!
tyarrhea feeling more light hearted knowing that there are bigger screw balls out there
