Teenage love affair

One day, a boy went to college as he does everyday. Except that this day was different, he was paying attention.

He noticed a girl that he hadn't noticed before. They were friends, but today, there was something "extra" special about her. She was stirring up feelings that he didn't think existed.

Together with a group of friends, he decided to pursue her and confess his feelings for her.

Unfortunately, he moved too fast and he was rejected.

He didn't give up. He couldn't give up.

Slowly he built that trust that she craved. He knew not what he'd do if she rejected him again.

It was the longest few months of his life.

One weekend, he whisked her away, and dared to ask her to be with him again. He promised her to love her forever and to never hurt her. To forever make her laugh and be happy.

He promised her with 101 roses which he wrapped and prepared himself.

With every thorn that pricked his finger, he made a silent wish that she would say "yes".

They were 18 years old.

9 years later, we're celebrating that love, trust and friendship created during that time.

Exasperating at times, he is still keeping that promise.

Happy Anniversary to the Boy and I.

I love you.

The Pedigree Adoption Drive 2010 - Celebrate Yellow Dog Day!

Anyone that knows me, can attest to you how much I LOVE dogs...

As a child, I've always wanted my very own best friend... someone who would always love me no matter what happened, and would lick my face dry from the tears I'd cry...

That love has been carried through to my adult life, and everytime I see a dog, my heart melts and my knees go weak!

Okay, I am having some knee problems now which only through major knee reconstruction can be fixed, but I digress

Every weekend, the Boy will take me to a pet shop to visit the puppies available... and I'd stand there and melt until he drags me away!

The only reason why I haven't found my friend as yet, is because I am not allowed pets in my current home (the landlord dissaproves... BOO!)


In my world, I have a beautiful white Japanese Spitz (and the Boy wants a Siberian Husky) named Snowy Snowstorm, and the Husky named Phantom Fang.

My dog would wait for me to come home from work and entertain himself by watching television


He would have dinner with us and lick clean the plates so that I wouldn't have to do any cleaning up!


He'd love to lie on his back and go to sleep, without a care in the world...


Because this is my dog, he's required to share the same interests as me and be intellectually inclined to read as many books as I do...


So what are you waiting for?

There are a lot of beautiful, healthy dogs that are currently up for adoption. For some reason or another, their owners can no longer care for them.

The great sense of joy and accomplishment that you will feel once you have rescued a dog will be immense!


Don't lie there on your lazy bum and ignore the situation out there!


Join Plopples or as we like to call him Ploppy, as we celebrate Yellow Dog Day on Friday June 4th this year!


What are you waiting for? Even Ploppy has signed on Facebook to "like" and be a fan of the Pedigree Adoption Drive page on Facebook.

For every fan or "like" they get on this page, the nice people at Pedigree have agreed to donate a bowl of dog food to a dog shelter!



For more information, visit the Pedigree website by following the advertisement banner on the top left or just click on this link http://www.pedigreeadoptiondrive.com.au/

Even if you can't adopt a dog (like poor unfortunate me), you can still donate via Pet Rescue or become a fan on Facebook. To help, it is that easy!

Seriously, visit the Pedigree website and make yourself proud!

Can't Shake It

Oh my GOODNESS!!!

I can't believe that I haven't even log on to read any blog postings from anyone nor put up any postings myself for over 2 weeks.

Seriously, I am not even bother to back track on posts and will just move on from this date.

My life has been a steady roller coaster and all I want to do by the time I go home is just sleep!!!

Many exciting foods have been eaten and have been planned for the next few weeks.

A trip back to KL is also in the works in December (as well as a side trip to Egypt *fingers crossed*)

Will try and put up as many postings as I can this weekend, as it seems pretty quiet.

Ms. Tinymouse.. you are just as slack!

Fashionista - I haven't cooked in 2 weeks!! Can you imagine that?! No experiments for my little goddaugther just yet... *sigh* I am a lousy Godmother.. wish I was a fairy, then I could sprinkle some fairy dust and everything would be done....

Tra la la....

Work sucks...!!!

Life rocks!!!

I'm still alive... albeit.. barely...

Toodles for now.. o blogosphere and my 5 readers or so... =)

True Colours

Pretty, no? I was playing with some salt and somehow it ended up star shapped!

Thanks Ms Tinymouse for your luck.. I somehow think I survived it =)

I finally am getting some sort of life back. From all the solitude of the last 6 months, I suddenly hear about 2 job opportunities and I start temping for one of them tomorrow.

Sure, it's a 2-3 week thing. But it's better than nothing!! And to the other one... fingers crossed!!

So well done ME!...

*pats myself on the back*

Ode to Connex...
Today, as I waited on the platform...
We were as one gathered around like a flock of crows...
Settling in staring up...
All in black...
All eyes questioning...
When will it come, where will it be...
Head scratching...
Patience dwindling...
Like vultures descending on their prey...
We wondered...
O'Connex train...
Public transport from hell...
Where the bloody hell are ya?!

Request Line

Could I please make a request?

Could I ask someone to please direct me back on the right path?

I seemed to have lost my way somewhere along the way.

"Sorry Sir, can you, could you point me in the right direction?"

"Mam, how do you do, I got a tad lost, could you find me my life again?"

If only life were that easy.

I would like to feel alive again.

I would like to be part of the crowd again. I can't help it.

I am so very tired of shining and smiling. So very tired of trying to remain positive and to not allow any negative thoughts and emotions to slither into my soul.

Somehow, the harder I try, the more lost I seem.

Everyone else seems so happy. I try to be happy myself and I am happy for them.

I want to go out and not worry about the world, about the money, about the food.

I just want to enjoy. But I can't, can I?

It's a small tiny request, or is it?

Where am I? What am I doing? Where am I going?

I used to have plans. I had short term plans and I had my proper 5 year plans.

It's all come crashing down on me. How? Why? When?

I need someone to guide me. I don't want advice and I don't want sympathy.

I just want you to say, "Go there. Over there. Someone there will tell you what to do. They will show you the way."

Any more of this unemployment uselessness, and I might just drop dead.

Everyone with me now... *HAIHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*

Help.

Still Waiting

What do you think about when you're lying in bed at night?

Watching the shadows playing across the walls... what thoughts are running through your mind?

Lately, I've just been laying there with my eyes wide open, listening to the easy rise and fall of his breathing.

Watching the shadows race across the ceiling, listening to crazy possums having a party on my ceiling.

Thinking about everything that was, that could be, that might have been, that will be.

Thinking of how I went wrong in my life. Wincing at all the wrong moves I made.

Silently cursing and inwardly praying that everything will be alright again.

Counting puppies... (much cuter than sheep).

Repeating Buddhist mantras silently in my head...

Thinking thinking...

Time ticks away... tick tock tick tock...

Before you know it, you've been in the same position for the last 2 hours.

Night after night.

Day after day.

Nothing has changed.

Yet...

The Morning Report

I have just come to realise that the last 12 posts and days have been food postings!!
(The above picture is a plate of "Spanish Donuts" from Tender Trap [a place which I've yet to do a proper review, only because I'm trying to accumulate the photos :)], a Tapas restaurant/cafe at Chadstone shopping centre.)

When on earth did this become a place for me to showcase my talents?

I started this blog to rant and rave about my daily life... but also to chronicle my daily adventures (not that I've been having any)...

But I guess cooking has become part of my daily life...

Slowly, I can feel my brain oozing out from my ears from lack of usage... I need to work... why won't they give me a job?!

Marvelously unconsciously incompetent (according to said model, I much prefer the term subconsciously incompetent)... but oh well...

To date, I have been unemployed for nearly 6 months... I've found so much time and love and joy from everyone around me...

Makes me kind of wish that I never get a job... Kinda!

But I miss the interaction. I miss laughing about jokes that only you and your colleagues will understand. I miss making fun of clients. I miss working. AND, I miss the money.

Sitting at home watching the telly and surfing the Internet, is no fun when you CAN'T actually shop online.

Window shopping is really really depressing when you can't afford the dresses inside.

Eating out becomes so much more intense figuring out where to go for good value and then getting a glare from the Boy when you suggest somewhere cheaper...

It's no fun. No fun at all.

Going home to Kay Elle won't even make a difference, as I won't be able to afford to hang out. Mum might pay for all the food and groceries... but... I don't want to be molly coddled...

I WANT TO SHOP. I WANT TO OWN. I WANT MY LIFE BACK!!

I hate the fact that certain people are jumping for joy that our unemployment rate last month was only 5.8 percent... tell that to the 21,000 people who lost their jobs last month.

Shine with your happiness at all of us sitting at home, despair and gloom hanging over our heads. Bills coming, because, the rent/mortgage, water, gas, electricity, phone bills still need to be paid.

But despite all that. I'm lucky. So very lucky.

I have the Boy. I have my Big Sis and Big Bro (whom at the moment are slightly narky at me, for the fact that I snapped at them after they rang 4 times in a row, whilst I was eating prawns to tell me to watch Jacko's memorial)... bah.. humbug...fine fine... I shouldn't have snapped... but you shouldn't have rung 4 times in a row as well...

I have my great friends... who come over and tolerate my mad behaviour and sometimes my cooking and go away with smiles on their faces... (I hope it's because of me)...

Those that don't come over, spend ages on the phone checking up on me, and on the Internets cheering me up.

So I am lucky. I just like to whinge, and I miss my spoilt lifestyle. I miss being able to do what I want to do.

Maybe, just maybe, I can get used to this...

Smooth Criminal

The world has lost a great legend.

When I think MJ, I think awesome, sleek dance moves. Soft silky voice.

To name my favourite song from MJ would be impossible... but he was ever the "Smooth Criminal"

He inspired so many and so much.

Let us remember him for the wonder and beauty he brought us.

Thank you for letting us enjoy your music.



Take a bow... Michael Jackson the King of Pop has left the building.

Secret

"MmMmm.. somethings coming over me... MMmmm
Happiness lies, in your own hands,
It took me much too long,
To understand,
How it could be,
Until you shared your secret with me."

Madonna had something there in those lyrics.

Today I was angry. I was disappointed in myself. And as per usual when I feel slightly depressed and I feel that the world is out to get me, I watched (yes you got it right), the Secret.

Now scepticism aside. No one can fault that law of attraction or positive thinking, which is basically the underlying points of the Secret.

So.

Instead of harping on what went wrong.

Today, I am grateful. I am grateful that I have dear friends who allow me to vent my frustration when I have a bad day. Namely my IBF, Ms Tinymouse and my Gigolo... Thank You!

Editor's Note:
I have also forgotten to thank a certain Normancook Mambo Crazy fella. He insists that I forgot. Sorry

I am grateful that I have a caring Big Sis, who called immediately to check up on me. Thank you.

I am grateful for a most wonderful Boy. Who not only told me to get a grip, but to also, "Eat Sai. Watch the secret, and become an alien".

I cannot possibly be upset or negative with all their love surrounding me!!

I still of course want my license. And I WILL get it.

I also want to win $90 million dollars. I want a fulfilling job. I want peace, love and happiness. Oh yes, and I want 10 puppies (although the Boy said that we might need to live in a kennel then).

Am I going to get it. Possibly.

So starting with this post. No more negativity. Shit happens. Deal with it. Move on.

I dish out advice so well, I fail to listen to my great wisdom sometimes.

So...

I am going to have an amazing time, and a rich, wealthy, wonderful life.

Big Smile!!

Positive Thinking everybody. I AM going to be famous, and you will want to be me =))))))))))))))))))) *BEAM*

Those Thieving Birds - Strange Behaviour Those Thieving Birds

So what has everyone been up to lately?

Another weekend has gone by. I woke up with a stiff neck this morning and I can't turn to look to my left.

New friends are going, Old friends are coming.

I walked to the shops today and saw these really lovely Lavender bushes on one of the apartment lawns, and I couldn't help but wish I could pluck some of the Lavender flowers and bring them home. My Lavender at home is sprouting like mad, but there aren't any purple flowers at all!

But of course, being the good denizen, I did not perform the act. But but... I really wanted to. I actually stopped outside the apartment units and was staring at the flowers for 5 minutes and then my conscience pushed me on.

Anyone out there without any qualms on walking by and plucking a few flowers from a bush? I'm not saying you uproot the entire plant or deflower *ahem* it entirely, just a couple, and if it's something like Lavender, a couple of stalks missing, isn't going to be noticeable.

I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Ooh.. and on the way back.. I saw this lovely tree with wonderful looking berries, just like christmas!! I couldn't either...

How do other people do it?

Brown Eyes

Reminiscing about your Brown Eyes... with Lady GaGa crooning in the background. Really.

Why did you have to tell me?

Why could you not just leave it be?

Why dig it all up and stir it all up?

I want to be looking into the depths of your eyes again. I want to feel the warmth embrace and hear the laughter. I want the sarcasm. I want the smile. I want it all back.

But I cannot.

I want to move on. But I am stuck.

What ifs keep plaguing my mind and tormenting my soul.

Why is this happening now?

You just wanted to let me know. And then?

What was your plan?

What was the great evil scheme you had in mind?

A few seasons too late. A few years too late.

I am no longer who I once was.

I am no longer who you think I am.

I no longer want to be her.

Timing. Something we never seem to be really good at. Always the timing has been off.

Happily Never After.

I smile to the future. A new season had already begun.

Bad Day

Bad day, by Fuel, not Daniel Powter.

I had a bad night. A night fuelled with self pitying and abject misery. My only voice of reason (when did it get that way) gone and I allowed myself to listen to the vicious thoughts and memories in my head.

I thought I'd feel better. Heck everyone always says you should feel better after a good cry. But all I got out of it was more misery, because I didn't get a hug and I felt like a stupid girl crying.

Being alone, makes you think. Too much. I thought of how I hate when people (friends and family are both guilty of this) ask me, "So, have you found a job?"

And I answer no, to which they reply, "OH... you weren't really properly looking anyway right?" or "Why don't you revamp your resume?"

I wonder... being someone in the HR industry and recruitment, that the first thing I did was to revamp my bloody CV. And yes, of course I'm properly looking! I apply for at least 2-3 jobs a day...

So tired... so tired of feeling useless.. so tired of answering these questions...

And then.. in the background, I can hear my mum screaming at me again.

I am 14 again. In tears as I bring home the latest report card.

"Why are you so stupid? Why are you so lazy? All my friends children score straight A's and are always the top of their class. Why am I stuck with you? Why must you embarrass me so much? You are so useless!"

I sit there, tears streaming down my face, not saying anything. Maybe she's right. I was born stupid. My mother (who's a retired teacher) has high hopes for me. She wants me to be a doctor. And I'm to stupid.

"Why are you sitting there crying? Answer me why you did so badly? Why did you get a B? (Or maybe C or D's, depending on the subject). Why can't you be like your sister? She never gave me these problems!"

So, the following year, I study hard. In the high school mid level exams, I score straight A's and are one of the top 50 students in school to do so.

I run excitedly to the car, my mother's face looks like she's trying to arrange it suitably to tell me what she'll do to me if the results were bad. There is no need when she sees my excited face.

She asks, "So?"

I tell her. And she exclaims, "I knew it. I knew that if I prayed hard enough to God, you'd be able to pass. I knew it. Thank God!"

And that was it. No, well done. You're actually clever.. and you studied hard. It was all God.

Shattered, as I still am today. I still hear her screaming at me.

I still hear her telling me, "Maybe I should leave you with your father if you don't behave. Maybe I'll stop loving you. Maybe I'll abandon you like your father did. You better behave."

"If you don't behave, and study hard and be successful, you'll end up working in McDonald's' with no future!"

My mother would always threaten me. As much as I love her, I suffered all this mental and verbal abuse.

And now... being unemployed, through no fault of my own, I can't help but question that maybe she's right. Maybe I was too stupid. Maybe the disappointment that I hear in her voice is the truth.

I want my Boy back. Wallowing in self-pity is not the best way to spend time alone.

There will be happier days. For today and last night at least. My tear streaked face is what the world will see.

Time to Pretend

I feel like I need one right now.. and you can find this drink @ the Long Room on Collins Street =)...

A beautifully sunny day... It's maddening to find things to do... to try so hard to not talk to the walls... to try so hard to find a meaning to waking up... to find a purpose in life when life doesn't seem all that shiny and wanting you to find a purpose in it.

Tinymouse and her Boy came to rescue me from my melancholy madness... but it's only a matter of time before I lose my mind again.

My nice friends are all trying to cheer me up and keep me entertain, but it's really hard to keep positive when you know they are having more fulfilling lives.

Jobs, friends, family, people around.

The only person I see regularly at the moment, is my driving instructor! That's telling you something.

I need to get out more and see people... but to do that... something known as the big Moolah needs to come in handy...

It's a week to feel sorry for myself and to whinge. Yes, yes.. I understand.. I'm alive.. and I should be thankful for that.

However, I live in a depraved society filled with selfish longings and madness. I feel caged in. And somehow, sadly, this is the only outlet I have, and I still can't say all I want to say.

It's time to be in denial. Only 9 more days to go to this on-going madness.

Thank God for Masterchef!

xoxo

S.O.S

Just when you're this (finger width) close to giving up and thinking you're about to eat tin sardines for the next half of the year...

You get your package stimulated... so.. well done Mr. Prime Minister... Thank you very much... !!!

Learning things is all well and truly good, but do we really want to sit and listen and perform when there is zero interest? Ahhh.. but the Boy believes that if you keep doing something, you will either:

A.) Grow to like it
B.) Do it anyway because his way is the best way and don't argue!

Somebody throw me a freakin' bone here!! I need a lifeline!!! Why is it that in reality you don't get 3 chances before you're booted of the face of the earth?

Feeling a tad melancholic today, are we not?

And... talking to myself again... what am I to do?

Soak up the Sun

An extremely busy weekend. I have forgotten how wonderful it is to be surrounded by people. Especially family and friends.

We had guests over for dinner yesterday night!! It's been ages... and I forgot how pleasant it was to have so much food come out of the kitchen from the Boy and having more than 2 people in this house. The Boy cooked up a storm. I missed him being in the kitchen. Reminds me of the good old uni days before everyone left =(

The sun has been shining brightly despite the cold and windy predictions. Or maybe because of the laughter and familiar faces and possible chance of gossip, the cold doesn't seem so cold.

I have officially been out every single day this past week and it feels fabulous. Next couple of weeks will see me retreating back to my hermit shell... It's been good.

The Boy cooked up something yummy on Thursday (And I admit I'm lagging), but I took a picture and I'm serving it up here =)



I hunger for what's on the menu tonight... Hmmmm...

All in a Day

The day began with an outing to Sharks Fin House as Mr.Perth wasn't really up for anything. He was a bit down... I hope it wasn't to do with my extremely fantastic touring guiding! Oh well...

Went on to NGV (National Gallery Vic)... which I highly recommend because:
A.) It's Free
B.) It's Huge
C.) It has a really good range of collection ranging from Ancient Rome and Egypt Antiquities and Art to Oriental Art and Antiquities, to European art and sculptures.

A walk around the city provided me with a glimpse of certain shops that I never knew existed.. which is why I love Melbourne so much. You always find new things to learn and experience.

A familiar gathering of warm and friendly faces during dinnertime had us feeling all warm and fuzzy inside...

The Boy was funny and we were all frightened by the clown hiding with the baby in the room.

Scary stories.... Eep!

It's a Nice Day to be Alive

So... another day begins... except today I get to play tourist guide again, and my tourist seems to be pleased... *pheeww*... but it's not that hard to impress a person from Perth!!

A trip to Mekong had us slipping down the trails of slurpilicious Pho... and a walk around the city had as hungering for our souffle and dark orange hot chocolate at Max Brenner...

More in store this week?... Heads up, foodie pictures will be coming.. YUMMmMMmMMM!!!!!

Home to dinner... and making curry puffs had the Boy happy and satisfied...

AhhHhh... the joys of stepping out of the house and risking the weather, which turned SUNNY after all..

You've got to love Melbourne...

The New Workout Plan

There is indeed a new workout plan. Albeit the exact opposite of Kanye's regime.

We start at approximately 11am (depending on the weather, sometimes +- 1.5 hours).

Have a cup of hot beverage (which can be either, green tea, black tea, english breakfast tea, hot coffee, Ipoh white coffee, Bavarian Coffee, Vienna Coffee, Kopi-O, or Milo).

Either:
A.) Wash Clothes
B.) Mop the Floor
C.) Vacuum
D.) Dust the house
E.) Lounge around restlessly

More often than not, we opt for option E. as that requires the least energy.

After that, we can lounge around somemore.

At 4pm (after many hours of lounging and surfing the internet, playing PC games, playing on Wii), then it's time to get ready our dinner.

At 5.30pm, we can start cooking so that when HRH, the Boy arrives home, his senses can be assaulted by the frangrant aromas' wafting out of the kitchen.

I will thus be greeted by his royal Grumpiness as he takes out on me the unfairness of working life, and how little I can contribute at the moment because I am, jobless and lazy.. as mentioned before.

After the little berating I get, dinner will commence and he goes and tinkers with his computer whilst I again, lounge restlessly and longing for a decent conversation apart from the ones I have with the walls and floor on occasion throughout the day.

At night, he pops off to bed, and I stare at the gloomy night, praying endlessly that tomorrow, this daily torment will come to an end.

And tomorrow is another day.

Ain't Nuttin But Music

Wuhoo!!! I am still on high from Mr. A-Z. as well as the driving in the rain I just completed.

On days like these, I miss you more than most. I ache for the good times, the joy, the laughter, the love I thought we shared. I dreamt of you the other night. It was a short intense bittersweet dream. Reminding me that I have yet to let you go, or at least my subconscious can not or will not let you go.

It's okay, let it go, let the good times roll.

*ding**dong*... OoOOohhh... another parcel delivery... the doorbell has been in active drive today...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

10-15 minutes later

*attacking the packaging in glee!!!!*

My Wii microphone and the Boy's Microsoft Office pack is here.... WuhOoOOoo!!!

Can the start of the weekend get any better?

Disappear

That is how it felt like buying Beyonce's I am... tickets. It just went like crazy. I couldn't get the seats I wanted, so.. bah!... Sucks... I really want to go for this concert !!! Damn Damn Damn!!!

Sun is out shining... a really weird odd day for a supposed "Autumn-Winter". It is so hot that my walks today actually had me thirsting for water from the heat.

Lunch with the Boy's Aunt was fun.

A friend mentioned that we are "most definitely" an old married couple. And that's just the way it should be. Nearly 8 years, I think we deserve an applaud for lasting longer than most marriages!!!

Self congratulatory to be inserted here. Standing ovation is optional. So are autographs. But feel free to take pictures...

I smile at flashing lights =)

Oh yes, and Happy Birthday Mummy dearest!!!