viking mistresses

happy birthday to me

2007-04-12T07:16:00.000+10:00

yay. 23 years old.

[pops a party popper]

go me.

back from never never land

2007-03-31T12:07:00.000+10:00

hmm...such a quiet space this has become.

are viking mistresses becoming an endangered species? i think so.

vikingmistresses@gmail.com is for those endangered ones...to pass the word...same as before.

chip chop

2007-02-19T20:14:00.000+11:00

here we are, another monday gone.

my mind is blank.

sorry.

wow

2007-02-12T22:45:00.000+11:00

wow.

i managed to fill the entire blog with red! on my own!

i promise i'll have more interesting and insightful revelations next time.

new era

2007-02-12T20:30:00.000+11:00

to the original viking mistresses searching for a place to post...

vikingmistresses@gmail.com

to pass the word, just think the same as before.

fight club

2007-02-05T18:29:00.000+11:00

what happens when two people fight? boy vs boy, girl vs girl, boy vs girl...

there's many ways to go about a fight. there's the silent treatment, the one word answers, the complete non-communication. and of course, the beautifully dramatic shouting and yelling at each other.

at the end of the day...it's hard to be the person who takes the high road. the person who is the one to say sorry (in the hopes that the other person apologises too of course).

what are we fighting for? the right to be heard, for the sake of a good argument, or something else?

bobos forever

2007-01-29T20:05:00.000+11:00

here's a riddle for you all...

what do you get when you mix dead duck, xbox, soppy love songs and a navy tie together?

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...olga's weekend!

and a one...two...THREE!

2007-01-24T21:42:00.000+11:00

peak hour traffic is the worst.

the only thing worse than peak hour traffic is sitting IN peak hour traffic with your petrol light flashing orange at you and your bladder pleading for a toilet.

the end of an era

2007-01-15T20:48:00.000+11:00

farewell to esprit (13 days ago). farewell to staff discount. farewell to working horrific christmas hours.

it really is the end of an era. four years of slogging it out and what did i come away with? a shocking hangover from our delayed christmas drinks (the night of my last shift...how fitting)...a hell of a lot of esprit gear...and maybe some small quantity of fashion sense.

so in the spirit of starting anew, i have gone into a fit of madness and spring-cleaned my wardrobe. as a result i managed to purge most of my wardrobe of esprit clothing.

an achievement i would say!

hop, skip and a jump!

2007-01-14T10:21:00.001+11:00

due to overwhelming lack of response to last week's post...i've decided to post another one. rather sad that it has dwindled down to a post a week when it used to be daily...but oh well. we must work with what we have.

i kept meaning to post stuff about my travel revelations, but never got round to it. so this is my rather delayed, rather blurry post trip reflections.

well...i'll start with the obvious. i backpacked it solo and i got heaps of horrified reactions, questions, horror stories, blah blah blah. but there were those people who thought it was a cool thing to do that required lots of balls (which was hard because i don't have any). an epiphany occurred to me halfway through my trip about this...

when you travel on your own, you could be whoever you wanted to be. doctor...stewardess...porn star. anything really. because who would ever know otherwise? (don't worry i didn't pretend to be any of these things...porn star maybe hehe) ANYWAY, it got me to thinking about how different it would have been to have a travelling partner. a friend who maybe has known you a while. then the dynamics change. instead of meeting someone and being able to define yourself as you are...you're defined by the person you're travelling with.

you are defined by the very friendship you have with travel buddy X. how long you've known each other, things you know about each other, where you're headed in life. it becomes intertwined in conversations you have with people really. then that tiny part of you that got overlapped doesn't come out. some things you just don't tend to say in front of your friends, no matter how long you've known them.

to travel or not to travel solo. that's the question. it wouldn't have been better or worse. just different.

cha cha cha

2007-01-06T19:16:00.000+11:00

why hello there! inspiration and a partially debilitating headache has sparked inspiration for a post on this sadly fading blog.

the thought occurred to me through the fog clouding my brain. we all give and receive advice from our friends. be it advice about relationships, jobs, clothing choices, the right facial cleanser, everything really. but what struck me was...has it all become a bit too self righteous?

when a friend comes to us in their need for a sensible ear, does that give us the right to bandy about our own opinion of what we would do in such a situation? well of course it does...but sometimes the help seeker just needs someone to hear them out. unfortunately a person in a vulnerable situation will take any advice that comes floating their way, without taking the time to really think about whether it is what they want. even if the advice is literally being forced upon them. anything to hang on to that ever fading sense of control. ok so i'm being a bit melodramatic. but it happens.

now i am one amongst the many who hand out advice like freebies at the train station...but find it all too hard to swallow said advice. i wondered if this was a sign of hypocrisy, inaction, contradiction. i guess it feeds into that old cliche...all talk and no action.

maybe it's about time to take action. enough with this talk business. it hurts my head.

terminator

2007-01-04T17:47:00.000+11:00

i am back from the dead. well i think it's that movie that has some reference to that...

so it seems vikers x 4 has dwindled to vikers x 2. long live olga and helga!

okay here's some memorable 2006 from me...

having to endure bust-ups, bitch fights and what not, turning to my boy for some bitching and having to end up calling olga in europe to get the actual bitching i needed
hanging onto boy for nearly 1 year (9 days and counting..olga remember this? 11 months x0 or whatever cutesy thing)
hearing about a certain friends "boo boo". twice. once in treasury gardens (yuck) and another in the toilets (double yuck)
borrowing "the perfect man" for olga's b'day sleepover bash, then getting drunk, and falling asleep straight away.
saying adieu to olga to europe
using 3 international calls to call olga in europe
a friend of vikers getting a ticket from the cops. the first of anyone of us to actually be caught doing one of the many, many bad things we have racked up over the years
hearing olga blubber on from the notebook and nearly running out of tissues before half way through the movie
hearing olga quote life advice from sex and the city
hearing olga fall in love with a guy from gilmore girls
having olga rip open 4 out of 5 brand new gilmore girls dvds bought by me
being dumped by boy for guitar hero
having to walk around being the envy of many boys in chadstone carrying guitar hero
being called "posh" by olga for getting an oroton present (you're just jealous!!)
having a REAL not a so called PRETEND tiff with olga. we didn't talk to each other for a week. yes people it actually happened.
ending the REAL tiff cos errr....we needed to sort some "things" out
introducing olga to roast kitchen in kew. the. best. f-ing. roasts. and. mash. potato
finding spud bar.
eating way too many yum cha's
having a trip to sydney with the lovely boy and trying in vain to tempt him to stare at half naked girls. and then him being incredibly sweet, saying i'm the only one that does it for him
finding out me, helga, can have an incredibly jealous streak
putting olga through an incredibly tormenting time whilst i, helga, was going through incredibly jealous streak
finding summer job that hopefully leads to full-time worksies!

it's been a year certainly. and i will not let this blog die. unfortunately they've (work) has firewalled such sites....and crosswords too. bugger.

and now onto 2007! no doubt olga, we're gonna rock it just like all our other years.

salut 2007

2007-01-04T10:12:00.000+11:00

so here we are in another year. what adventures wait for the slowly dwindling viking mistresses?

so long, farewell, auf wiedersen goodbye!

2006-12-30T09:58:00.000+11:00

viking mistresses (more like helga and olga)...this is your 2006...

olga going AWOL to europe. FABULOUS
the major bust-ups, conflicts, and all round bitch fights...that even olga had to hear about while in europe
helga (one half of vicious men haters club) with man. now that's what i call a 180!
philosophical lessons on what to do on a first date
four words. sex and the city.
two words. gilmore girls.
the amount of tears shed over the notebook
man love month
olga becoming an occupational therapist. a REAL occupational therapist!
vast quantities (and sometimes pathetic little quantities) of alcohol consumed throughout the year

so here we are. more moments to come.

but what will next year bring?

happy boxing day!

2006-12-26T18:13:00.000+11:00

another year gone, another boxing day over.

complete mayhem. lots of asian customers. a lot of eye rolling from esprit boys and girls.

but all in all a fair enjoyable and hectic day. i would have never seen the day where boxing day was enjoyable. but the sales, the hype, the crazines. or maybe it's just the money you earn for one day's work.

whoop!

ho ho ho!

2006-12-25T13:06:00.000+11:00

merry christmas everyone!

been a bit slack on this blog...but we count the big occasions at any rate.

it's rainy, cold and gloomy outside...but inside it's warm and cozy. just another lazy christmas day.

hope you are all celebrating in style...that is stuffing your faces with food and drinking lots of alcohol!

bitch academy

2006-12-10T23:53:00.000+11:00

NOTICE:

APPLICATIONS ARE NOW OPEN FOR POSITIONS IN THE PRESTIGOUS BITCH ACADEMY FOR THE YEAR 2007. PLACES ARE LIMITED.

TO PLACE AN INTEREST FOR CONSIDERATION PLEASE LEAVE YOUR DETAILS AND IN 100 WORDS OR LESS TELL US WHY YOU DESERVE TO SUCH A SOUGHT AFTER POSITION.

GOOD LUCK TO ALL WHO APPLY.

money train

2006-12-07T19:12:00.000+11:00

I GOT A JOB!!!

a real job.

a job that i have a degree in.

a job that actually requires some skill.

a job as a qualified grade 1 occupational therapist.

HOORAH!!!

beanbaggy

2006-12-05T12:25:00.000+11:00

trying hard to come up with something worth reading on this blog. what does it matter...really there are two readers of this blog and they write in either red or green.

anyway...inspiration hit again and i thought i'd write about comfort zones today.

it's so easy and warm and snuggly in that comfort zone that everyone has. there's a comfort zone for everything...social interaction, occupations, school, relationships, the clothes we wear. so what does it take to be taken out of that fuzzy comfort zone and be chucked into the cold of the outside world? possibly the allure that there is so much more to see, to hear, to learn, to experience in this wide world of ours.

sometimes you don't have a choice. you have to apply for that job you don't think you can be good enough for, you have to say things you don't want to say, and you have to do things you don't want to do. it's hard trying to live in the face of reality.

i am asian, hear me roar

2006-11-23T23:23:00.000+11:00

i just saw someone make tofu cheesecake.
tofu got all mushed up and blended in a blender. to a pulp.
that is sacraligious.
so is my speeling it seems.

he-man to the rescue!

2006-11-21T09:07:00.000+11:00

i was thinking in the shower this morning (because standing under a spray of water stimulates such deep thinking patterns)...

i was thinking about what life experience does to you. be it travel, finishing a degree, friendships and relationships, finding a job, or simply having just gone through this life for the past 20 odd years.

obviously an accumulation of life experiences makes you a little bit wiser...or it supposedly does this anyway. all that stuff about lessons learnt blah blah blah. but i think it does more than that. it injects a bit more steel into your spine, a bit more independence, a bit of confidence, and gives you...well life experience.

and well hey, i just finished travellling alone. would you look at that? i have to say that even though my spine hasn't come back straighter...it's come back with a bit more steel.

we're in heaven

2006-11-20T21:50:00.000+11:00

at a hungarian wedding, a newlywed hungarian husband made a toast.
this hungarian husband toasted to his newlywed hungarian wife with the sweet and heartfelt hungarian words of:

"you do not marry the one you can live with, you marry the one that you cannot live without"

ahhh hungarian men.
you are sexy.

it's so hot in here

2006-11-20T18:30:00.000+11:00

so take off all your...??!!!

if only i could remember how that lyric ends.
good old melbourne weather! first the antartic wind and rain (hoorah for that!) hits and we experience 10 degree spring days and a couple of days later it's a sizzling and barmy 34 degrees. that's celcius for all farenheit people.

so that just makes my head a hurtsies from so damn much pathology trying to cram in there.
oh well looking forward to vip shopping on wed night! it will be my reward to myself (along with all other rewards to myself) for well nothing really. i'm a girl. how can i possibly say no to shopping?

as of 12:30pm on wed 22nd nov 2006. i will have freedom. till dec 11th 2006. then i will be a worker bee with a full time job. at least i have moolah to play with again.

anyone know anything fun/anywhere fun to go to in sydney?

take me back...

2006-11-18T20:26:00.000+11:00

...back to europe.

after being home for a week...i'm ready to head back to europe. HAH. I WISH.

guess i'm going to have to stick it out in good old melbourne. my home.

why do i have to keep reminding myself of that?

DAMMIT

2006-11-16T11:18:00.000+11:00

why is it that when you are trying to frantically print off a job application, the printer inevitably jams up and you are stuck??

it's just like being back at bloody uni again on the day something is due in. except with this...it's even worse! stupid application is still to be put in an express post and sent on it's merry way. boohoo.

teen titans

2006-11-13T10:57:00.000+11:00

so much red.
talk about a shock there.

but at least that means now the battle with dragon ladies is more even...2 on 2!!!
yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

culture shocked olga

2006-11-13T09:03:00.000+11:00

here i sit early on a monday morning frantically trying to finish off job applications...and life appears to have sunk back into normality. well as normal as you can get after two months of travelling and living out of a backpack!

i thought i would have started with post trip reflections...but that just doesn't seem right. so instead i'm going to give you all a little snapshot of what kind of crazy things that i learnt while on this trip...

WHILE IN EUROPE, I LEARNT HOW TO...

1. carry 14kg of clothes, shoes, souvenirs, toiletries, other seemingly useful but really useless things in a backpack on my back. (my little red bag put on 3kg in london...oops)

2. run frantically with, climb stairs with, climb steep hills with, sleep on, efficiently pack, hike with and protect above mentioned backpack

3. drink a variety of beer, spirits and unknown substances

4. find my way around a country knowing about 4 words of the language and lots of hand signals

5. talk like a real aussie mate!

6. stay up drinking at an insane hour...and THEN go and party

7. take a good photo...without me in it

8. type up emails on weird keyboards with all the keys in the wrong place

9. cook...vegetable pasta

10. meet lots of people and then never see them again

so i didn't throw an exorbitant amount of money down the drain for nothing...i learnt something!

homeward bound!

2006-11-12T14:22:00.000+11:00

actually...i'm HOME!!! got back yesterday...frightfully jetlagged and in a state of culture shock. i know it sounds funny to be in culture shock in australia...but even getting into a car was weird after having travelled on buses, trains and planes for two months.

loving it. love my bed. love my room. love my wardrobe. love my bathroom. love everything.

stay tuned for post trip reflections...

miss angry straight girl

2006-11-05T15:50:00.000+11:00

so many people complaining!
makes me angry!
olga - do your thang and please somehow make you-know-who-as-the-eternal-complainer shut up.

i don't know if she reads this blog, so i have deleted my rather harsh but truthful remainder of my post. if she does then...err..."hello!", "shut up!".

if not i should've let it remain and vented.

looking forward to tackling the dragon ladies with ya when you're back. it has been hard doing it by myself....don't ever leave me again.

speaking of lessons

2006-10-26T15:03:00.000+10:00

i have just learnt another one from grey. not that i don't know this one already.

lesson no# 3.

with every new banana...
well you always need a new one in such an event.

hope that was as insightful for you as it was for me. back to my skittles.

honor

2006-10-25T18:30:00.001+10:00

dear olga,

look what i have learnt! are you proud?? we should take a bet. i have more stories to tell you....oh so much more!!

code or no code. people need to take responsibility.

see recently i have been learning alot of lessons. some may say these lessons i should've learnt a LONG time ago. some say these lessons have taken a LONG time to not only get into my head but to actually take effect. maybe it's cos in less than 72 hours, there's gonna be a new changing of the guard. many of us will be taking that next step on in our lives. maybe that's why i'm seeing things more clearly. that or it's just cos i'm watching grey's anatomy and it teaches me everything.

so with the grey's reference let's go ahead with my post.

what i have learnt is that there are always silent codes involved in almost everything we do or are involved in. take for example, the lovely saturday night girl group i'm involved in. typical night would involved us pigging out at some restaurant place. well it's just turned out that there's a silent code between us that for example if one is slightly short of money for their share, the others will chip in and if the reverese happens, then well you chip in for them. it's a circle. when you take, you also must give.

now here's the lesson.

there are people who always take and just assume that its okay under the thought that it's what "friends/boyfriend/girlfriend/you name it, insert it in here" are supposed to do for them. then ultimately these peole will one day take too much.

here's the second lesson.

those people, should start taking responsibility for their actions. if you don't have money, don't order so much and be a pig. if you know you have an exam/test soon and you don't study, don't stress others out and complain that you don't know anything. if you don't turn up, don't expect others to be your personal secretary.

whatever it is, we all have responsibilities. some people should start living up to theirs. there are certain points and times in life where we do need contacts, and it may come down to who you do know. but the truth is, that will only take you so far. ultimately it comes down to you and you alone.

i know, i sound like i'm on my high horse. but the truth is, this is coming from experience. this is coming from 5 long years of experience. enough is enough.

yay me

2006-10-24T23:14:00.000+10:00

yeah i know, i'm gonna get in trouble but i'm always in trouble and it's always my fault so screw caution to the wind for tonight (i'm not in the mood).

there is a guy (on tv but he's real - flesh and blood).

he's a chef. tick!
he's also being a handyman right now. tick!
he's doing the really cute pencil behind the ear thing. tick!
he's got a cute toolbelt. tick!
he's blonde. tick!
he's (probably) blue eyed. tick!
he's organised. tick!
he's got a nice voice. tick!
he's got nice hands. tick!
he's got a sense of humor. tick!
he's got a nice booty. double tick!
he's not named after a hanson dude. triple tick!

i let y'all make up your minds.

egg nonging

2006-10-24T23:07:00.000+10:00

i just found out what goes into an egg nog (knog?). the drink always looked nice, and it's associated with one of the nicest times of the year. but i don't know about this drink anymore.

i would strangely feel like a body builder whilst drinking it.

gliss sir reen

2006-10-23T20:32:00.000+10:00

real men apparently do moisturise.

and it has been shown that when we don't moisturise then we are doing our damage to our skin, so moisturise up boys and girls. we're the future of a beautiful world. pressure's on.

hey mr postman

2006-10-20T07:57:00.000+10:00

hey hey hey. i would sing the actual songs but that's all i got in my head at 7:52am waiting for the bathroom.

i feel sorry for neither. whom ever it is that is thinking that it's not what they want needs to remember they like/love (depending on how soppy you want it to be described as) that person for who they are. that's how relationships end, having unrealistic expectations of the other person or about what they are supposed to "do" once you're in a relationship with them.

so enjoy the person, all nuts and bolts of them. just go frolick in the green, green, slightly yellowing due to lack of rain and water here fields. try to tip over a cow. do it as a team! bond. build the relationship. dr phil give me a sponsorship, i'm damn good at this.

oh update. got fourth postcard from missing viker olga. so yes she's still alive.
she's just too cheap right now to pay for internet to post on blog.
but i forgive her (yes you can throw the forgiveness back in my face olga) cos she's using that well saved internet money on a present for me.

oh yes. the fourth postcard did involve more boobs. if i remember i will post it up. the 2nd and 3rd didn't. just people singing around hills. so they might not get up.

i wonder if it really does wither away if there is lack of practice.

look below

2006-10-17T00:00:00.000+10:00

i am innocent.

i feel sorry for him

2006-10-15T02:23:00.001+10:00

FINALLY dating someone (or about to date someone) you've been chasing...
but what if it's not what you want...
who do u feel more sorry for the chaser or chasee...???

ITCHY!!!!

2006-10-11T17:33:00.000+10:00

MY LEFT BOOB IS ITCHY!
BUT I AM IN A PUBLIC AREA
I WANT TO SCRATCH IT
BUT I CAN'T
IT IS TORTURE
I HAVE JUST BEEN PICKED UP AS A FOB WHO CAN SPELL BUT CAN'T MAKE PROPER SENTENCES

abandoment

2006-10-10T19:36:00.000+10:00

i am barely hanging onto life
and i have been abandoned by my doctor.
dr. d.

here comes my fantasy of scrubs.
that may make me cling on just a little longer.

chickenopulus

2006-10-10T19:30:00.000+10:00

aha! even you can't silence me zelda...
i shall not be silenced

stop the press!

2006-10-10T12:54:00.000+10:00

actually i'm just stopping the flood of green! helga must be in a very blogging mood!
i'm starting a hat collection - cause i really want to... i don't think there are enough head-ware these days...
oh and i'm making cookies tonight!
i haven't decided which one yet... but i want to try something new... and challenging...
i might end up flat on my face over this, but i don't care! its part of the fun!

nordic nosh

2006-10-09T19:14:00.000+10:00

how to lose weight the viking mistress's way.

raspberry bullets ($1.99 from safeway)
copperpot red pepper with cashew and parmesan chunky dip
sakata mexican salsa and cheese crackers
20 mini pieces of milky way
1 small packet of the natural jelly baby lollies
1 block of mild and creamy nestle club dark chocolate (extra creamy)
8 splice (pine lime flavour) ice creams

how good is that diet?

chasing helga

2006-10-08T17:03:00.000+10:00

i have refined my "perfect husband" list.

you are my future potential perfect husband if you fulfil the following criteria:

am a damn good frickin masseur
can cook
don't mind cleaning (but i will do the most)

is there anyone out there who's gonna be the next jamie oliver and a masseur? will you marry me?

living a lie

2006-10-08T13:16:00.000+10:00

dancing. 80's songs. love story. and a log cabin.
ahhhhhhhhhhh.

if only baby will tell the truth to set her heart free.

absolutely mind blowing

2006-10-08T11:57:00.000+10:00

mcdreamy and mcvet together.

or for the others...

mcdreamy and mcsteamy together.

absolutely. mind. blowing. full. stop.
those. damn. scrubs.

dangerous docs

2006-10-05T20:46:00.000+10:00

I JUST WISH I KNEW HOW TO QUIT YOU!

what is it about guys in scrubs?!
what is scrubs?
well its a guy in that really hot operating uniform.
mcsteamy or mcdreamy?
me? i think it's pretty obvious.
one is a good guy
one is a very naughty boy.
soooooooooo hot.
i mean mcvet is even hot right now.

to ask, to not ask

2006-10-04T22:46:00.000+10:00

abstaining. that is all.
zelda. not what you think.

bad boys, bad boys

2006-10-03T23:16:00.000+10:00

i love fashion house. bad boys, bad girls.

bad boys. now there are two words that has the potential to make some girl's hearts pound out of their chests. me personally, doesn't really do it for me. i like the more mysterious type. the more "dress in cool black suits and run down a long escalator in a really sexy manner" type. the more james bond type.

oh. i also like the mr darcy type. ohhhhh. mr darcy + mr bond, james bond. okay now there you go my heart is about to pound out of my chest. just kidding.

IF YOU-KNOW-WHO HAPPENS TO ACTUALLY READ THIS (YES YOU MR SIGNIFICANT OTHER WHO SHALL REMAIN ANONYMOUS) YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE THAT MAKES ME "GLOW" AND THEREFORE MY HEART POUNDING THAT HARD.

olga. you can stop puking now.

but can someone explain to me...why bad boys? what is the damn attraction? at least with the good guys/spy guys/mr darcy guys you get someone good. but bad boys????? is it the whole reforming thing? is it the whole i can save him thing? what is it?!?!?!

2 gay guys and canestan vaginal cream

2006-10-02T22:59:00.000+10:00

what happens when 2 gay guys fight? what happens when vaginal cream gets involved? read on.

go here (visit me!). now read from there to the most recent post.
go here (visit me!).

i love my gay husband.
i love it when my gay husband gets angry.
i love it when my gay husband combines his anger and vaginal cream.

squirt me

2006-09-28T16:53:00.000+10:00

there is an old saying that there is the belief that it is not the mind that possess, but rather it possess the mind.

i love criminal minds. as in the show. not the psychotic people out there with very very bad ideas. how much more fun is it to show up people who think they are smart and geniuses, and go "there you go smart arse! i'm actually smarter than you!!! hahahaha. kiss my nice, round, voluptuous booty!"

always one step ahead.

okay so let's clear up some confusion.

diary is romantic because it helps give you clear vision. now this is wonderful if you work in a deli, and it's raining outside and in walks the love of your life and you happen to see him.

second. cows can also be brown and white. and all white. and all brown. and red and purple and blue. and green.

thirdly. i would like some new shoes too. in spirit of the new season coming in and a desire to "girly" myself up for this upcoming spring/summer, i'm looking for some new sandals. go the girl in me.

fourthly. zelda, i feel so sorry for your feet! my aunt has really bad bunions and they totally freak me out.

holidays almost over

2006-09-27T12:15:00.000+10:00

ok so we had 2 weeks off... and i've done next to no work in terms of catching up on subjects i've let slipped. so the sudden realisation that i've got less than a week left had me micromanaging myself... everything is scheduled for...
well everything except toilet breaks...

i'm confused by helga's sudden burst of blogs... diary or dairy... which is it!? and how is it romantic? did she watch 'she's the man'? and suddenly fell for a huge round block of it? i mean that block was quite impressive! didn't know helga was so fond of cheese.

one of the perks of loving cheese and all things dairy is the hardness of your nails... you know u can stand your ground in a cat fight.. [not that i grow my nails to the required length to reep these benefits] but it is a perk... and nice bones... well i hope i have nice bones... i drink so much milk it's not funny... i even feel bad for the cows when people go 'cow tipping' - for all those people: it's MEAN! they're innocent creatures that produce yummy milk for me! and they're so cute in their black and white gettup.

and over the weekend there was a shoe sale... which somehow, for whatever reason, i walked out of with 9 pairs! that's right - NINE! i've always loved my feet, pampered it with massages and nice boots... and now 9 new homes to prance around in.
i'm going to regret this when i'm 50 with larger than life bunions that require bunions surgury and then i'm like disabled for a few months.
but for now... i love them all.

skipping off in my lovely heels... toot-a-loooooooo!

S

2006-09-26T23:49:00.000+10:00

the great experiment was carried out today.
i cooked.
someone else ate it.
i shall see if this unlucky someone else is still alive tomorrow.

side note: i can hear you all asking, why not just test out your own cooking on yourself?. simple. my tummy and immune system is what you might say....incredibly, sophisticatedly, brilliant, god-damn-kick-up-your ass good (excuse the modesty). so i have tried it on myself. 23 years later and i'm still alive. so i think that result is somewhat invalid.

days alive and counting: less than 1.
days since kinky stuff came in mail for me: more than 1. can't remember so starting counter at 1 again.

kay mart

2006-09-25T21:19:00.000+10:00

why did no one tell me before that diary is good for romance?!?!?!?!

it would've saved a lot of effort along the way.
thanks cows. thanks farmers. thanks truck drivers. thanks safeway and coles.

what does that mean then for lactose intolerant peple?

oh gracious goomundo

2006-09-24T22:49:00.000+10:00

today is the holy day of rest.
so i decided to drive about 20km or more without a license.
then i decided to drive that 20km or more backwards without a license.

can you guys see a theme happening there?

happy kinky helga

2006-09-23T10:59:00.000+10:00

i think this says it all. me happy. me looking forward to next one.
courtesy of pair-ris. not hilton. the city.

p.s. will i also be getting kinky erotic souviners in addition to the postcards?

blow. candles.

2006-09-20T22:47:00.000+10:00

and this blog is f**king 2 years old too.

so f**king happy birthday to us all.

i'm f*ing angry

2006-09-20T22:18:00.000+10:00

and no it's not my time of month.

i have limits. i commonly say that my boundaries are quite out there. it takes ALOT to push me to my boundaries. hence why i have never been depressed. it's just way too far there for me to get too. and i'm talking either clinically depressed or "depressed" as people like to use to describe "sad", "discontent", "other fluffy words to yet again say 'i'm sad'".

but i am f*ing angry right now. yup i have been pushed to that boundary.

why am i angry? whom am i angry at? well lotsa people. lotsa reasons. ask olga, and she would be able to tell you the general issues that constantly pushes me to the anger edge. i mean she's practically heard it about once a month for like the last 4 years. same things, same people. and to you olga i apologise sincerley. i should swallow my own advice to others and tell these people to shut up/go away/take a long walk off a short pier. but yes i know. i don't. and i will pay/am paying the price of it today and possibly in the future.

so i am just gonna say this.

we are all around the mid-20's age (sue me if you're younger/older/or decrepit). that means we've all had 20 odd years to develop a brain. now people here's a clever idea...use that brain.

if you are sitting around moping thinking the sun won't shine cos you've been dumped/retrenched/dumped again etc. well omg...it must be a miracle! the sun is rising, and oh my...look! it's shining. yeah you. get off your f**king arse. life goes on.

do you constantly not know what the f**k to do? well omg! here's another clever idea! take some f**king self initative. suggest things to do, to help out, to contribute.

get off the f**king co-dependence mass of land. and i'm just not talking about boyfriends. i'm talking having to and always depending on others to do stuff for you. hey i'm all for teamwork, bonding, helping out friends. but you know what? it gets tiring real quick particularly when that person can pick up that that's how you operate/coast by/slide under the radar.

and oh yeah. get off the boyfriend/girlfriend co-dependence mass of land too. so f**king what if you've been dumped as a friend for a SO. you will and do do it too. so f**king what if your SO can't see you. it's called life. and it gets busy. which omg, is a reason you have pulled out too. probably out of your own arse too. so don't dish out the whole "world is against me". of course the world is against you. everyone is. f**king deal with it.

complain all you want. i'm not gonna listen no more (unless its for good gossip reasons). live in your own fantasy land. but here's a newsflash. you may want to think that people around you are truly that dumb and ignorant, but that's all in your head. go ahead. underestimate people.

f**king nice persona. to hell with it all. i've had enough.

jay spat on helga

2006-09-20T15:28:00.000+10:00

jay... in his defence, he claims to be stressed and hence didn't "spit" on helga...
i dunno how that's an arguement but to jay it is and a valid one at that.
poor helga... she has jay cooties!

i'm telling princess! no more air kisses for u...

so in addition to the burping, farting and peeing that's been mentioned in recent blogs... we're adding spitting.
umm.....
apparently "an likes sperm in a cup" and then there's something about "mommies and daddies kissing..." just when i was gonna say "i hate to imagine what's next"... it just got worse.

and then i got spat on. ew. gross.
end blog.

crikey

2006-09-20T10:37:00.000+10:00

in memory of a great true blue aussie man.

duff man

2006-09-17T18:51:00.000+10:00

zelda - ok can you tell me outside this blog?????????????????
it's not fair to tease so enticingly and then just not say!!!! you know that's absolute torture. i demand an answer!! the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth!

okay and now i am not defending the "art" of farting, peeing, and burping for terriotrial purposes by either sex, but in fairness to princess, doesn't he have to "bask in YOUR ambience" when you do burp???

isn't it amazing just how this blog has:

all of a sudden gotten influxes of posts recently
how these influxes of posts contain content that is rather well, i'm not sure. i can't exactly find the word to describe it but i mean it's probably not what readers expect with the title of the blog being "VIKING MISTRESSES - HOT BABES GALORE" and then read posts regarding how we burp, fart and pee.

"my lips are sealed" - Hilary and Hailey Duff

2006-09-17T14:03:00.000+10:00

hehehe... they are indeed... the story wouldn't be written that way only to tell u who later...
and its not my fault that meerkat manor is addictive t.v!
u really feel for them... as ugly as they are... they're still kinda cute in a butt ugly way. (yes i realise how silly that sounds... but also true... its like hot-ugly! and if u don't understand that, then you're a lost cause.)

oh and just in case u wanted to know helga... i'm a burper... less of a farter... still a big pee-er due to all the water drinking i do... but burping is more my thing... just ask princess!
oh and princess is the farter... i frequently have to "bask in the ambience".
we're too comfortable for our own good... i think i can offically say that the honeymoon period is over. once u fart... its died!

fart faces

2006-09-17T13:03:00.000+10:00

ok so maybe...just maybe if i was a meerkat i might think about farting and peeing everywhere to tell others..."BUGGER OFF".

BUT...now here's the catch ladies and gentlemen...i'm not a meerkat...repeat. not. a. meerkat.
so i think i might leave the farting and peeing territory marking antics up to those lovely creatures and you zelda. i know how much you enjoy farting and peeing. and it doesn't even have to involve marking out territories!!!

but speaking of zelda...

this is an order. you must now expand and tell us about this cutting lunch thing. who's the girl? who's the great guy? who's the cutting lunch guy? spill sister!

p.s i wonder if people do make fart faces.

2 down

2006-09-16T14:16:00.000+10:00

you know i take it all back.
an airport is not a romantic place. NOT AT ALL.

it's s depressing place.
all those goodbye's, farewell's, ai dieu's, bon vaoyage's. god damn it. it's sad. yes that's right S-A-D. say it all with me people. "SAAAAA-ADD".

so i want to thank you mr airport. i want to thank you for breaking my diet. i had to go and eat a pie for some comfort. bloody goodbye's i tell ya. it's even made me sound like a bloody ocker bogan.

days since olga left for eww-rope: 4
days since helga has not received kinky, erotic pressie: 4

know that i love u.....

2006-09-16T11:15:00.001+10:00

awww... our poor blog has well... lasped into a coma!
kudos for helga, for trying to revive it... but now i'm here... to help save it.. super Z to the rescue... damn zorro already has the trademark "z" otherwise i might go around slashing things to mark it...
which i think is a better way of marking ur territory... unlike the other suggestion raised in the bailieu... farting and peeing is unadvised!

ok here's a situation... left for anyone that still reads this:
girl has great guy.... girl meets boy... girl gets along with boy... boy knows about great guy but considers "cutting someone's lunch"... girl made it clear - she's happy with guy...
so now all the icky stuff is out in the open and girl and boy (hopefully) has moved on...
is it ok for them to be friends!?? or is that too weird? and wrong?
umm... gee things get complicated over nothing!

i rock, u rock

2006-09-14T19:49:00.000+10:00

move over george, move over brad
there's a new man in town!

i just don't know where the heck he is. or where the town is frankly.

days since olga left for eew-rope: 2
days since helga has not received her kinky, erotic souviner: 2

i'm waiting!!!!!!

but that leads me to ask, if people were to say go to sexpo what present would they most likely bring back to spice up the ol' love life?

me? i would like christian bale. oh wait? what is that you're telling me? he's not on sale there? what a pity. well then i'm not too sure. i'm too sweet, innocent and pure to know what is available at a place such as sexpo.

i mean i'm already going to hell just by spelling out the bad S-word.

and it all falls to me

2006-09-12T19:22:00.000+10:00

okay so we've lost the skanky ho.
the skanky ho has left us.
skanky ho will not be available for two months.
unless skanky ho has enough money to spend on internet cafe.

sooooo, it all falls to me to well talk to this brick wall i guess.

what can i say?

hmmmm.....well strangely yes i do miss the skanky ho. strangely skanky ho can be missed. so now i miss skanky ho. on top of that another important person will be leaving at the end of this week. so i shall miss that person too. how i shall miss so many people. but then i guess it provides the best opportunity to get in touch and and reconnect with those that i have drifted away from unfortunately in the mean time.

but then its strange is it not? that these thoughts don't really come into one's head until its too late al la the loss of a friend.

but let it be known. i am proud and extremely happy that skanky ho has gone on this sojourn journey of hers. its a dream and now its an achievement. skanky ho. have fun.

bring me back some kinky erotic thing from amsterdam. actually skanky ho, just bring me back any kinky erotic thing from everywhere.

goodbye goodbye goodbye

2006-09-11T22:20:00.000+10:00

and so...goodbye. the eve of a wonderful adventure (i hope).

till we meet again in two months time.

goodbye.

i'm sure (no wait, i KNOW) that some will be glad to see me go to some foreign land far far away.

but that's ok, i'll be glad to see me go too.

goodbye!

blergh

2006-09-10T19:12:00.000+10:00

one must remember when hosting leaving drinks that one must not overdo the drinking.

because one will inevitably end up with a horrendous hangover that lasts til 7.09pm.

i would say "never again" but most likely i will do it again because the few sensible brain cells i possess are probably wasted away from the alcohol.

i should be packing.

squishing

2006-09-06T20:20:00.000+10:00

i rather like writing here every night. although it's more like chattering incessantly to a brick wall...but i've come to like that too.

but tonight's dilemma is about packing the contents for a two month trip into a 55 L backpack. how does one do it?? i've heard everything from space bags to zip lock bags to just plain shoving everything into any space you can find.

so instead i've abandoned the idea of packing and started buying all the things i need to shove into my brand new RED backpack. except i have this constant nagging worry that i'm going to forget something. uh oh, time to write a list.

does anyone have any suggestions about things i may have missed out on? only SIX more days to GoOoOOOOOOoO!!

ah HAH!

2006-09-05T19:41:00.000+10:00

why hello again. due to the overwhelming non-response presented here, i have decided to just keep babbling on about nothing.

which is what i do best.

i think i have done something to my ankle because it hurts like crazy when i walk. granted it hurts like crazy when i walk in bad shoes. hmm...i see a pattern here.

7 more days to go!!! and yet so much still to do. such organisational skills.

tick tick tick BOOM

2006-09-04T16:03:00.000+10:00

i was distracted completely today while i was trying to pack for the big trip. somehow i unearthed all the stuff from my 21st. cards, message boards, photos, all that stuff. what surprised me the most was that it was only a year and a half ago, yet it seems like a lifetime ago. how's that for drama eh?

so how does time operate exactly? each year flies by disturbingly fast where any number of things can happen. new relationships are formed, friendships dissolve into nothing, careers change, life moves on.

and then before you know it, it's christmas time again...then new year's eve...then hey, another year starts. i guess you really have to make the most of time...before it slips through the cracks. but at the age of 22 and 23...i guess you could say we have all the time in the world.

YOU CANNOT SILENCE ME

2006-09-01T17:40:00.000+10:00

I have just been busy...

anyway...OMG WHO'S IMELDA??? even i am confused.

now...doesn't green look ever so pretty?

where have all the vikers gone

2006-08-30T20:40:00.000+10:00

it has now officially been 8 days since the last post. far too long for a once buzzing blog which churned out posts daily. i figured it was about time to put a stop to this non-writing strike.

but problem is, i don't know what to write. i could give you all the sordid details of my pathetic social life...but it wouldn't be so sordid. maybe i should write something philosophical. ok. i think i will do that.

ch-ch-ch-changes
i know i've probably written about this before, but it's (partly) my blog and i'll write what i want to. anyway, this is a long lost conversation with a friend of mine about people changing once they find themselves in a relationship. tonight is not so much about experiencing change once you're in a relationship, it's more about experiencing change in life. why are people so scared of change?

i mean let's look at it this way. people expect you to change once you start dating someone, when you go travelling for so and so months, when you graduate. basically when any major milestone happens. so you're stuck in a situation (ie. LIFE) where you will inevitably change as a person.

flashback to this friend of mine...let's name her...imelda. now imelda expressed her concerns about changing for the worse after hooking up with her man, which she promptly asked for my opinion. needless to say i was stumped for an answer, as usual. instead, i came up with a neat little theory. the theory of change. haha. i've probably plagiarised this from some movie, knowing me.

so the theory? people never really completely change. i think parts of your real self just become exposed to the world over time and it's labelled as "change". so certain situations and circumstances can cause these dormant parts of your personality to surface, whether you like it or not. i guess it's how you manage all the parts of your personality that is the key to maintaining who you are despite having something like your inner bitch come roaring suddenly to the surface.

shoop shoop

2006-08-22T22:46:00.000+10:00

i have two weeks before i'm flying the coop!

part of me is terribly excited.

most of me is terribly freaked out that i will be in another country...no wait, make that another continent, in two weeks time.

on my own.

help.

underwear party

2006-08-17T15:08:00.000+10:00

how morbid.
my friend just came to the realisation that there are only 2 times in one's lives (if we're following standard procedures and traditions) where you wil be able to get all your favourite friends and family in one big get together.

the first is your wedding.
the second is your funeral.

now is that just me or does others think that's kinda morbid?

naked josh

2006-08-15T18:50:00.000+10:00

take this bugs. i will not let you win.
you have taken zelda down with you.
you have taken zelda's princess down with you.
you have taken my boy down with you.

you will not take me down with you.
i will win.
just watch me.

[save room for a moment to be with me]

2006-08-14T18:52:00.000+10:00

...and so sings the great john legend. at first i was a cynic to his new single but now i LOVE it! something about the smooth tunes or because it's just one of those songs that you can dance to. provided that you have a partner who can groove you around the room.

sigh.

if anyone's interested it's called [save room].

sigh.

i need to go find myself a smooth dance partner.

buzz buzz

2006-08-11T17:24:00.000+10:00

i am now qualified as an occupational therapist. as of this very afternoon. no matter about the technical paperwork and stuff.

WOOHOO!!!!!

celebrations tonight with lots of alcoholic drinkies...what i like best.

WOOHOO!!!!!

dancing in the moonlight

2006-08-05T16:24:00.000+10:00

WILL SOMEONE TAKE ME OUT DANCING???????????????

whirling cesspool of darkness

2006-08-02T19:04:00.000+10:00

what do you get when you combine a "fashion roadshow" with a sarcastic note volunteering your services?

a horrified size 10 as-unmodel-like-as-you-can-get model who can't walk in high heels.

and hysterical laughter from just about all of her friends.

sex on tap

2006-07-31T19:34:00.000+10:00

what is love?

is it good sex?
is it great sex?
is it sex on tap?

is it all three?

in the name of science

2006-07-27T23:04:00.000+10:00

there was once a smart person
this person decided to mix H2O and carbon together
then another smart person came along
this next smart person decided to mix the mixture of H20 + carbon with some sugar
then another smart person came along
this next smart person decided to mix the mixture of H20 + carbon + sugar with artificial lemon flavour

i am now gonna test the theory out that eating/drinking stuff like the above mixture before going to bed gives you weird dreams

i will also brush my teeth after drinking the above mixture

results are pending

grovel pie

2006-07-23T22:24:00.000+10:00

YES PEOPLE. WE'RE A CYNICAL BUNCH OVER HERE. GET USED TO IT.

now onto my latest rant. TRUST.

Webster's dictionary defines it as: "assured reliance on the character, ability, strength or truth of someone or something...a charge or duty imposed in faith or confidence or as a condition of some relationship"

Wikipedia defines it as: "the belief in the good character of one"

another cynical viker (ohhh guess which one!) said that to earn it you must proove that you are trustworthy in the first place. since when was it a sure thing that trust is automatically given between people? can you love someone and not trust them at the same time?

ahhh such a fickle world we live in. if only we were robots. it would make heartbreak easier to deal with.

you got-ta try, try a little tenderness

2006-07-18T19:38:00.000+10:00

when one is in a horrifically bad mood, nothing soothes one's soul like driving with angry angry music turned up full ball.

oh. and ice cream.

and cursing the person who made you mad in the first place.

...and finally...singing loudly and dramatically at the top of your lungs to whatever bad bad chart song is playing on the radio.

single rule #72

2006-07-17T18:45:00.000+10:00

never date a guy with a single bed
it shows they're not into commitment

i'm depressed

2006-07-16T23:13:00.000+10:00

when is paranoia justified?
can you trust someone but at the same time not?

stupid little seed of doubt.

call me when you get this

2006-07-15T13:53:00.000+10:00

i love corinne! her music makes me float...
all is right with the world.
nothing to complain about. not even public transport.
now i'm determined to skate around on ice.
and keep floating through second semester.

float ON!

one is a pom, two are pom poms

2006-07-12T14:05:00.000+10:00

ever saw something that just makes you go "PLEASE TELL ME NO?!?!"
i just did
i saw myself as a cheerleader
i saw what i would look like cheering
i saw what i would look like cheering with school spirit
i saw what i would look like jumping in a coordinated, matching mini-skirt uniform
i saw myself with pom poms

this is many a guy's fantasy. wish hard. i know someone's birthday is coming up around the corner.

tap me out hughie

2006-07-10T17:57:00.000+10:00

ever had one of those conversations where you just mention innocent observations or topics of conversations and all of a sudden it takes on a whole new meaning because the companion you're having the conversation with takes it to a whole new level? i just did.

example:

i just mentioned how there in some strange way guys like harry connick jr and jon bon jovi are in their own way kinda sexy. i mean they're not your typical blond, blue eyed dreamboat ala matthew mcconaughey or tall, dark and handsome ala (*sigh*) jake gyllenhaal. but still in their own way, sexy.

friend's conclusion? i like men with hair. not hair...but like HAIR. an abundance of it. we're also talking about hair on the head. not chest, not err...nether regions. hair. on. head.

hey, it's all down to science baby! lotsa hair = sure sign of a man's virility status. i'm aiming for the top and the best. it's nice to have something to grab onto. go jon bon jovi.

i didn't mention the smelling thing. not too sure i wanted to know what level she would've taken that to.

do-dec-a-he-dron

2006-07-09T22:48:00.000+10:00

we had a fascinating conversation at lunch today about the many sides of your personality you show to the people in your social circles. albeit i had more fun with this than everyone else, but you know...that's just me.

so? it leads me to the dodecahedron theory. thanks to my good friend jane for the simpsons reference and the use of the word. my theory is that the average person has at least five sides to their personality. i'm sure there's people out there who have say...twenty sides to their personality, but that's a completely different story. that was reserved for the lunch conversation. hehe.

please, anyone correct me if i'm wrong, but i think it's impossible to project the same way to everyone. i also think it would be exhausting to maintain lots of different sides...because it's just too much work and then it becomes a game of pretend. and in the end, which is the real you? which has just led me to another thought which i will finish on.

so the side of your personality with the quirks, the secrets, the ambitions, the embarrassing thoughts and dreams, the fears, the everything...can anyone ever really know all of that? in other words, can anyone ever really know the real you?

chicken is evil

2006-07-09T20:34:00.000+10:00

a thought occurred to me whilst i read back on my previous post and watching discovery health. science really does come up with an explanation for everything. it's up to you to believe the validity of the theories, the hypothesis, the reasonings behind what it is trying to explain in non layman's terms.

so what has science dipped it's hands into this time? the science of LURVE. that's right babies. LURVE. the gooey, mushy, feeling that even exists in hard core vikers with (organs resembling) hearts of coal.

let's say there is a freaky crowd where all the guys are gorgeous, hot, available and lusting after you. what is that one left of centre feature that would separate the ones without a chance from the guy who's captured your heart? mine is the way a guy smells. the wrong cologne and a guy can go from hero to zero in...well zero.

that's as best as i can describe it. it's not like i'm gonna list down some colognes out there specifically and go wear this and you've got me body and soul. the guy just has to get it right. and when he does, bada bing! bada boom! and when he gets it wrong. oh bada bad...very, very bad. don't ask me why. there's just something so incredibly sexy when a guy smells so nice. i just have to learn to be more subtle with my sniffing skills!

so what's your left of centre turn on in the opposite sex?

go spicy men! yum...

how high? too high!

2006-07-07T18:34:00.000+10:00

maybe we women have too high expectations of what we desire in men.
maybe we should scale down abit.
maybe it should be a step by step process.
maybe once he's cleared level 1, then expectations can go up a level.

maybe we should just start with wishing for a freshly laundered man to open a door for us. yeah i like that idea. a freshly laundered man. ohhh now that's sexy.

booster club

2006-07-06T19:03:00.000+10:00

roll up! roll up!

the booster club is holding a charity fundraising fashion show this weekend. good food, good charity and we're gonna be models. all is welcome. cindy lauper may just also be played.

welcome burt. we've missed you too.

it's a bird! it's a plane! it's...

2006-07-04T19:12:00.000+10:00

just me.

i am on day 2 of my placement and loving it. at the risk of sounding geeky...it feels good to actually be using my brain again...rather rocking up to work and selling clothes. although let me tell you, retail is a lot trickier than some of you might think.

sniffle. although feeling left out at the fact that everyone else is still on holiday and i'm at placement fulltime. i guess this is how everyone working fulltime feels. it doesn't seem so bad. well it's goodbye social life...working 6 days a week doesn't seem so bad, right?

anyway, i just wanted to put my two cents in.

oooo...and song of the week? by your side [sade]

peeing man

2006-07-01T12:07:00.000+10:00

there's a few things i want to say in this post of mine. depending on how distracted i get it may be short, it may be long. bear with me.

moochos gracios duck nazi. firstly the duck was beautiful. DELICIOUS. YUMMY-ILIOUS. RUB MY TUMMY COS I ATE WAY TOO MUCH OF IT. it was good. it was worth the wait.

moochos gracios wonderful people who came on the night. not only was the food great. but the company was even better.

so what does this prove? that good food can only take you so far, but great company can make the night a memorable one. and possibly a debate about karma sutra. we may not have gotten our peeing man, and you guys would've surely left me there if i didn't tip the duck nazi, but hell i had a great night.

and people, OLD KINGDOM down on smith st is a fantastic place. the duck nazi is a crack up, the duck is fantabulouso and even the waiters add their own sense of humor to the night. judging by the great reviews that the place gets, and the many, many people that walk in and out of those doors happy, just proves that the place is a gem. go try it for yourself (even you vegetarian olga).

chop chop!

2006-06-29T20:10:00.000+10:00

when getting a hair cut, one must remember that...

a vague description of "short" is not understandable to hairdresser
when one asks for a "shortish fringe", one usually ends up with not only a short fringe, but a short jagged one
one must invest in some serious hair gel stuff to spike one's hair out to crazy banshee woman state
once one crosses to the dark "short hair" side, one usually never goes back
short hair equals funky bed hair/crazy banshee woman hair in morning (usually on the crazy side)
one must try to refrain from crying in front of hairdresser at final short SHORT hairstyle

olga's weekly lesson: getting something different done to your hair is not always a good thing

pastie pies

2006-06-26T14:52:00.000+10:00

ROMEO! ROMEO!
WHERE FOR ART THOU ROMEO!

GIVE ME MY FRICKIN' DUCK.

hello ms geek

2006-06-25T23:58:00.000+10:00

it's not a good thing when you catch yourself studying on a sunday night.

my excuse is that i have a 6 week fulltime placement starting next week and it's the last obstacle before i can graduate.

so there!

who am i kidding. i'm just trying to make myself feel better about unleashing my inner geek.

exams are over and we're having duck!

2006-06-24T10:01:00.000+10:00

i just finished my exams yesterday... and all i could do afterwards was sleep... but that exam wasn't as breezy as i thought it'd be... besides from my lack of preperation for it, i did go for a donut run the night before... not such a great idea with an exam the next morning BUT i really LOVE krispy kreme... but we didn't get any because they had to close and there was a limit per car if u went through the 24 hrs drive through there was a limit of 1 box per car... and seeing as we all wanted several boxes each that wasn't gonna work... so we gave up and went to glenny for some food... and i went for some sugar... cause i hadn't gotten my fix and i needed to stay awake to study... anyways that also didn't really work out... i watched the soccer and had a 20 minute nap during the 3 hr exam... thank god it was 3 hrs... otherwise i would have been mega screwed... but i made it in time and all... but the exam itself wasn't my point of annoyance and hence this blog... it was the guy behind me... who wore thongs... but had the WORSE... and i mean BAD BAD stuff here... FOOT ODOUR!!! oh my LORD... i was suffocating there... i was soooo grateful when he went to the toilet cause it meant 3 minutes of fresh air! - i actually thought he finished early and was leaving but hey can't win every battle... 3 minutes is STILL 3 minutes! but how could u not smell how bad ur feet are!?!? like was he sick and had a clogged up nose!? i mean there better be a good reason for this!!! cause i'm not accepting anything less!
anyways... its over and we're going for duck next week. cause i've been DYING for peking duck!
oh and high on the agenda is to actually get the damn donuts!!! and i'm stocking up cause they're sooo yummy! oh and the soccer!!! i actually reckon that the socceroos can make it through to the next round!!! can't wait for the match! besides from the exciting game... the perving isn't so bad either. and now i'm off [at work] to read something that isn't educational, resembles a lecture slide or textbook... the joy of reading made up stuff!!

vroom vroom

2006-06-18T11:04:00.000+10:00

in this world, people of opposite sex have fascinations with things that the other sex usually can't get. i know i'm being horrendously stereotypical but these examples work. girls have their shopping, boys have their cars.

i won't explain the mechanics behind shopping and why retail therapy is so...well therapeutic. that would take all day. what i want to know is...what is the fascination that boys have with their cars?

(i doubt you would have realised by now, but i got...er...persuaded to watch the fast and the furious 3 the other night)

ok so back to what i was saying...is it just a case of "my car is bigger than your car"? or in their typical fashion of simplifying things...is it a metaphor for life? "i don't agree with what you are saying so let's settle it with a race"

i wonder if they're on to something.