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Amusing stuff...
Take the What Should Your New Year's Resolution Be? Quiz
Woo! The Who Openair Cinema starts again soon. Watching a movie on a screen that comes out of the water, whilst having a little pinic in the Botanic Gardens, is definitely more exciting than sitting in a cramped seat in a conventional cinema.
Children + chocolate + red cordial = recipe for insanity...
I spent the better part of my night last night trying to calm down an incredibly hyper group of little kids who kept on trying to get me to spin them round in the air and give them piggy backs. Aside from the hyper-ness and the incident where one of them managed to push a couple of us older ones into the pool, myself included and still fully clothed, it wasn’t as boring as I thought it would be.
There was even a piñata, fairy bread and pin the tale on the donkey, hee!
I want to be an elf...
I saw Lord of the Rings on Friday night, and all I have to say is that Legolas rocks my world (but how come he never ran out of arrows?) …Oh yeah, and I guess the rest of the movie was pretty good too.
Mirror, mirror...
My dad doesn’t like using the bathroom he and mum have next to their bedroom, so he shares the main bathroom with me. I didn’t realise he was in there this morning and I walked in on him using my face cleanser.
“I’m uh….uh….I mistook it for my shaving cream”
Ha! I knew someone else has been using my stuff, I just assumed it would be my mum.
The look on his face, like a kid caught stealing cookies from a cookie jar, was priceless.
Not that there is anything wrong with guys using beauty products, but never thought my dad would be the type to.
Yet another stupid customer story...
Every shift I work we always encounter a customer who clearly has no clue whatsoever. Seriously, we should have a daily award or prize. Ben: “Small iced latte”
Ben places the drink at the pick up counter, which is right next to the espresso machine where I’m making coffees. Stupid customer takes drink, has a sip and pulls a face.
Stupid customer: “This is just milk and ice”
Me: “Pardon?”
Stupid customer: “That boy just gave me a glass of milk and ice”
Stupid customer points to Ben and dramatically points to the drink.
Me: “I can assure you it is an iced latte, I saw him put the shot of coffee in there”
Stupid Customer: “No he didn’t. I know what coffee tastes like, and this has no coffee in it. It is JUST MILK”
Me: “It is definitely an iced latte mam. It couldn’t possibly be JUST MILK, why would it have a BROWN colour to it?”
Stupid Customer finally decides to actually look at the drink and a look of "holy shit, I think she's right" comes across her face.
Me: “Did you want us to make you another drink or give you a refund?”
Stupid Customer: “Uhh, another drink”
Thoroughly annoyed by this point because we were super busy with other orders piling up, and feeling kinda bitchy, I take the drink, stand behind the espresso machine and pretend to make her a new drink. However I only really just got the bottle of milk and topped up the drink Ben already made.
Me: “Here you go mam”
Stupid Customer takes a long sip
Stupid Customer: “This is much better, I can really taste the coffee in it now.” Bwah. I nearly cracked up laughing when she said she could really taste the coffee in it this time. Loser.
Summer up in smoke...
My friends and I had planned on going camping these holidays, it was going to be an all-girl camping trip out in the bush. But due to the bushfires there isn’t much bush left out there for us to actually camp in. It’s a pity- we were all set to rough it for a couple of days.
We were also planning a weekend away at the Blue Mountains, since there are a couple of nice bed and breakfasts up there and lots of walking tracks we wanted to go on. But again, the bushfires have stalled those plans.
I hope that the weather cools down a bit in the next couple of days, a down pour of rain would be even better. I can’t begin to imagine what it must be like for those families who lost their homes, losing everything like that is depressing.
Two of my work friends, Alicia and Alanna (who are sisters), were evacuated at around 10pm on Christmas day. The fire came to 3 metres of their backyard, they only just moved into their house a couple of months ago too. Alanna was telling Tash and I at work yesterday about it all, and how Alicia had run back into the house to grab her Field Day Tickets, and how Alicia was crying about leaving her $320 boots under her bed, hee.
A couple of us at work were actually discussing what we would take if we were evacuated. All of us would definitely grab the photo albums, picture frames and our portfolios/CV’s with our certificates, awards, reference letters and such, but it was amusing to hear the other stuff we’d grab.
Rob said he’d take his DVD collection and a couple of his expensive shoes and shirts.
Dan said he’d also grab this computer and his cat, if it were lucky, and shove them in his beloved car.
Tash has actually already packed away her drawer of tank/singlet tops, her dress collection, as well as some uni textbooks.
Yul said he wouldn’t take anything. However if I were him I’d take my wardrobe! He has the best clothes- every time we all go out he’s always the best dressed. I still remember when went into the city for Rob, Sam and Cazza’s birthday, Yul and Dan dressed up in suits and were looking very suave indeed.
Aside from the photo’s and my portfolio, I think I would take some of my dancing trophies, my mum’s laptop and a couple of my favourite clothes. I know it’s kind of silly to take clothing, but like Alanna and Tash said, some stuff you love, you won’t be able to buy anymore.
Every December my dance teacher invites all the students to her house of an end of year party. I used to think they were tons of fun, especially when I was younger and loved playing all the party games and winning all the lollies and chocolates. I'm over them now though, but since I'm one of the senior students I feel obliged to go and make an appearance.
Spending time trying to help watch over, and entertain, kids as young as 3 years old isn't exactly ideal Saturday night. Blah.
Post Christmas sales have begun, and all the shopping whores are coming out to play. It was absolutely insane in Pitt Street Mall yesterday, my parents dragged me out to have lunch with them in the city and so we stopped by Pitt Street on the way home. I haven't seen the place so crowded since the Olympics. It's understandable I guess, most things are still closed on Boxing Day and if you're not spending it at home or at the beach, I guess the city was the only other place to go. It's unbelievable that some people were willining to stand in line for over half an hour at the cash registers, in stinking hot weather, to buy something that is apparently on 'sale', when it has only really been reduced by a couple of dollars. Even the shop-a-holic in me couldn't stand to do that.
I dread to think what it will be like at shopping centres today, when all the suburban stores re-open for the post Christmas spending frenzy. In most places trading hours have been extended, with all the Westfield shopping centres open from 8am-10pm. Consequently I have to work this afternoon from 5:30-11pm (it takes us an hour to close up with all the cleaning and cashing up), luckily I didn't get given the 7:30am shift- I don't think I could be perky and polite that early in the morning.
The bushfires are still causing major problems around NSW, with fires in Sydney's south coming a little too close for comfort. Some of my friends were evacuated early yesterday morning because their houses were in danger, I haven't heard from them today, but I hope that their houses haven't be touched. I can see and smell smoke from my bedroom window, ash and burnt leaves are flying around also.
I still can't over the fact that some screwed up individual/s deliberately started these fires. On Christmas day. What fucktards.
Eating myself to oblivion...
I probably won’t be eating for the next couple of days since I feel like the biggest bush pig.
It’s a tradition for my parents and I to go over to my Aunt’s house for Christmas lunch, and being the obsessed hostess that she is, my Aunt always has more food than necessary to feed us- my parents and I, my uncle, three cousins, my cousin’s husband and the boyfriend of one cousin. It felt like we were at an all you can eat buffet because the food just kept getting replenished.
We started off with fresh prawns and oysters, I thought that after the huge serving was all we were going to be having for starters, but no. She brought out a second helping of the seafood, and after that a third. I’m not much of a seafood eater, but it just looked way too tempting to resist- I hadn’t seen oysters or prawns that big before in my life. After that came the main meal- a leg of ham, turkey, roast pork and salad. Again, it all looked too tempting to resist, and with the turkey ever so strategically placed next to me, I appropriately overdosed on it. I think I’ve eaten my quota of turkey for...oh, the next 5 years.
But the ultimate highlight of my day was eating dessert. My aunt had tiramisu cake, caramel cake, fresh mangoes in some luscious dessert wine and a platter of fresh fruit. I was pretty impressed and was ready to chow into the caramel cake, but then my aunt mentioned the magic word ‘gelato’ and all thoughts of the caramel cake flew out of my head. I figured there’d just be like one flavour of gelato, but no. She had six different tubs of it in her freezer- chocolate, tiramisu, hazelnut, pistachio, coffee and mango. I was in absolute heaven. I spent the rest of the afternoon gorging on the gelato- I stacked as much as I could into the bowl and four servings later I had to stop because my mouth was numb. Hee.
Tis the season to be nosey...
Another tradition we have at Christmas is after lunch at my Aunt’s house, we come home and prepare dinner for some family friends who come around. I don’t really see these people throughout the year, and so when we do meet they enjoy interrogating me about my life. And one topic that always seems to be the first thing they ask about is my love life, or lack thereof.
Family friend: So, how’s your boyfriend going?
Me: Uh, I don’t have one.
(thinking to myself: even if I did, I probably wouldn’t share any saucy details with you)
Family friend: Really? You’re single?
Me: Uh, yeah.
(thinking to myself: yeah thanks, rub it in why don’t you)
Family friend: But why?
Me: Uh, no reason in particular, I’m just not in a relationship at the moment.
(thinking to myself: dude, I'm not in the mood to play 20 questions)
Family friend: Are you sure there’s no boyfriend?
Me: Uh, trust me when I say there isn’t
(thinking to myself: the fuck? What part of being single do you not understand?) After engaging in more conversations along the same lines, I retreated to my room where I hid until they all left.
It's beginging to look a lot like Christmas...
Christmas doesn't just doesn't seem real here when it's 30 degrees celcius. I guess it's all the television programs, movies and books I've read growing up, where every Christmas has been depicted as being like a winter wonderland- where everyone is always rugged up, where it snows and people are making snowmen. That is what my mind thinks is a 'proper' Christmas. As much as I adore the warm weather and the sun, there are only so many sweltering hot Christmases one can stand before you start cursing living in the Southern Hemisphere. Today's weather would have been nice, but there were awful bushfires burning (deliberately lit too, the assholes) somewhere out west and because of the wind the whole sky became all hazy. The sun was this very eerie red, and the rays of light had a red-orange hue to it. It just gave the sky this very surreal quality about it. I hope Christmas wasn't horribly ruined for the families affected by the fires.
One of these years I will get my perfect white Christmas.
Merry Christmas!
Hope that all of you have a fantastic Christmas and that Santa brings you all that you wish for.
Happy Birthday Jesus.
*smooch*
Christmas card crisis...
I remember when I was younger I used to give my parents those sickly sentimental cards that had some mushy prose written in it, and all I needed to do was write 'Love Larissa' at the end.
If only things were that simple now.
I should have gotten them a joint card this year, but in my so-called infinite *ahem* wisdom, I decided that it might be better to get separate cards for each of them. Now I'm having issues with what to write on their cards. I can't write the exact same message in both cards, nor can I write the message I wrote in the cards I gave to my friends- 'Dude, hope you have a most excellent Christmas', somewhow doesn't seem like an approriate sentiment for two of the most important people in my life.
When lip balm becomes an existential crisis...
Red Earth have discontinued the flavour lip balm I use. They obviously have no consideration for those people who religiously purchase peach lip balm.
Pfft.
Even small glitches like that are enough to send my daily routine off kilter.
Did my comments mysteriously disappear? I could have sworn they were there a couple of minutes ago.
We had our work Christmas party last night. It was a harbour cruise with way, waaaay too much alcohol...hmm, alcohol and cruising around on the water definitely do not mix...and that's all I really have to say about that.
I got paid $585 on Wednesday, it's now Saturday and I only have $120 left.
Damn, I knew I shouldn't have gone shopping with Jas and Evita the other day. I haven't even started my Christmas present shopping yet, everything I bought was for myself. I really should curb my spending, but I couldn't help it- the clothes were just in the store screaming out "Buy me Laris! By meeeee".
Maybe I should wrap them up, put them under the Christmas tree and pretend they are from Santa. I'll feel less guilty for being such a shopping whore that way.
I had some film leftover in my camera I wanted to use up, so I took it with me on Friday to the Christmas drinks my work friends and I went to. Someone decided to run off with my camera and take random druken shots...I think whoever it was, was a little drunk themselves considering all but two of them had people's heads cut off, pictures of people's butts, pictures taken at an angle...
 Bee giving the perfect 'deer caught in headlights' face. Needless to say she was probably quite drunk by this stage. Everytime I saw her throughout the night she had a different drink in her hand.
 Yul, Rob, Katrina and Sam...again they all look rather happy, I think it was all those Stoinkers we had been drinking.
Pictures from Evita's 21st birthday party that was held a couple of weeks ago.
 Rebecca, Evita and I. It seems that every picture the three of us have together, we're always in the same positions- mainly because I refuse to stand in the middle of any group pictures. The fringes appeal to me more. Same thing goes when we see a movie or sit in lectures- I much prefer to sit on the end.
 Jas, Enza and I playing with the helium ballons. There were about 60 ballons floating around the ceiling of the space delegated to the dance floor, and since Evita's favourite colour is pink the ballons were in different shades of pink...Actually all the decorations for her party were pink- pink floating flowers, pink candles, pink ribbons, pink napkins. She even had a pink birthday cake. And we all couldn't resist inhaling the helium from the ballons, it amused us greatly.
 A group shot of the uni group...minus the birthday girl. It's not our fault she suddenly disappeared when we were taking the picture. Oh well.
Back row: Me, Pip, Jas, Will, YL.
Front row: Enza, Kat, Yulius, Mick, Jen
 Evita and Jas...drink up ladies!
Browsing movie news at Dark Horizons I found this spiffy little bit of news:
"Astroboy: Director Eric Leighton ("Dinosaur") is tipped to helm Sony's CG animated feature film version of the classic anime series. The film is due out in 2004."
Yay!
It's silly how little things like that manage to make me happy.
Today was a reminder why I don't like my friends visiting me at work. Ian: You know Laris, I always did picture you to be the girly, baby blue bra wearing type.
Me: Whaaaat?!?
(I look down to check if my work shirt is unbuttoned, it's not)
How do you know what my bra looks like?
Ian: Well, your sleeves are, uh, big. When you lifted up your arms and put stuff in the blender for my drink...umm *coughs*
Me: Are you serious?!?
Ian (Nods and starts to smirk) It's pretty hard not to....errr, look. Hey, do you have matching undies?
Me: You pervert!
I would have smacked him one if he wasn't standing on the other side of the counter waiting for me to hand over his drink.
All our work shirts are big, I have a small size and it's still huge, so most of us roll our sleeves up a bit so that they don't stupid. But all this time I didn't know that we flashed customers while we were making their drinks.
I was working with Zoe, so she pretended to make drinks while I stood at the side to see if you could really see anything...and it turns out that you really do get an eyeful.
How. Embarrassing.
What the?
Evita was telling me about a 21st she went to the other week and the theme of the party was ‘What the?!’…and somehow it got me thinking about all the things around me that I don’t think I’ll ever get.
Sony Play Station 2 Slogan.
After doing a number of marketing and media subjects I can’t help but look at advertisements in a totally different light. Before I used to just be able to sit and get sucked into appreciating the humour/shock or whatever emotion the advertisement was trying to get at. I used to go ‘awww’ when I saw cute little kids or puppies running around, or crack up laughing at lame jokes and punch lines. However now when I see commercials on television, in print or on billboards and bus stops, appreciation of the advertisement itself becomes secondary. I seem to ask myself questions relating to the target audience, the minimum effective frequency, whether or not the ad takes a user as hero or product as hero approach and other nerdy things like that.
One advertisement that has continually bugged me is the PlayStation 2 advertisement, particularly the slogan: “PlayStation2, the third place”. Or as the commercial has the little kid saying “the third plaaaaaccceeeeeeeeeee”, it’s like it is mocking me as I try to figure out what it’s trying to get at. Hmph.
Talking to Leo on ICQ a couple of weeks ago helped shed some light on what the slogan may mean:
Fisherman: my weekend was good, had a 21st in penrith . . boy that was a trip, but it was good. he has the best party house, pool table, big tv and sony play station 2!
.laris: you'd want to hope the party was fun since it would have taken you ages to get the penrith...I want a play station 2...not that I can play video games or anything, but it would be cool...hehe…I don't get the ads for the PS2, like the slogan 'the third place'...do you get it?
Fisherman: you want it just for show? oh my god, all that power and you want it just for show hee. yeah, this may sound sad but we had a good game of 'assassins' at the party in Penrith, hehee…the third place? umm . . well i guess the first place is here on earth, #2 would be the afterlife and the third place is the reality you enter when you're play ps2! make sense?
.laris: you know, I never thought of what you just said about the 'thrid place' but when you explain it, it does make sense...damn, and I'm even a marketing student and supposed to get that stuff
Fisherman: thank you very much, I think that deserves a pat on the back too . . I'm soo good ay?
.laris: yeah, you totally rock dude ;) *bows down in homage to the greatness that is leo* Hmmm…note to self: stop using too many hee’s and hehe’s, talk about over kill, he—Damn it!
The. Third. Place. Place of what? What was the first and second places? Were there even first and second places? Why was it relegated to third? Why couldn’t it have been the ‘next’ place? Dude, so many questions. The third place just doesn’t seem as appealing as the other two, it’s like it wasn’t good enough to be number one, and it was ripped off by coming second, so it had the consolation third place. Blah. I don’t get it.
Why advertisements for clothing brands that feature nekkid models.
Yet another advertising strategy I don’t get. Esprit is guilty of doing this, the Australian campaign which is suppose to advertise it’s summer stock features a picture of a woman holding a huge ass leaf over her torso. It looks like an advertisement for beauty products than for a clothing range.
I know that sex and nudity sells, it certainly generates enough attention and controversy to whatever you want to pimp. Word of mouth is a vital tool in advertising, and no doubt having a provocative advertisement would send tongues wagging. But what’s the point in applying that strategy for a clothing brand? People don’t get to see what you’re trying to sell. I though they would want people to wear their products, rather than take them off?
Guys and homophobia
I guess it’s not all the male population, but a large number of them seem have major issues with homosexuals. Two women going at it is fine with them, hell, they drool at the thought of some lesbian action. I don’t get why they have a problem when it's two guys involved.
Hot days and way too much clothing.
Why do people wear long pants and long sleeve shirts on sweltering hot days, and then complain that they’re feeling hot and sticky? Did they not hear the weather report or even look out their window to see what the weather would be like? Do they think that their clothing won’t be as trendy if they decide to wear less? I guess the weather changes a lot, and weather reports are not all that predictable, but seriously, you’d think logic has got to kick in somewhere about what may happen with the temperature.
At uni when it’s a scorching hot day you see people walking around in jackets and long pants, fanning themselves. And it’s even worse when the body odour kicks in and you wonder if they know what deodorant is.
This wearing way too much clothing in hot weather really made me go ‘what the?’ when I was in the Philippines. It never ceased to amaze me why, and how, people would wear long pants, or singlets under their shirts when it was hot and humid. They would all be sweating profusely and need wipe themselves with handkerchiefs, then they’d all complain about it being too hot. I asked my cousins about why they didn’t just wear shorts or something, and they told me that it just wasn’t the right image. Blah, whatever. To this day I don’t understand why they won’t give up the whole dressing for image, and just dress for comfort.
Why there is no ‘u’ in forty.
Why did they have to drop the ‘u’? Did forty just look prettier than fourty? It has been bugging me since I was a little kid.
The popularity of Aaron Carter.
Whoever let him release a CD should be shot. Why, for the love of God, WHY???
I could go on, but I think I'll shut up...for now.
I just got my uni results and nearly fell off my chair.
Four distinctions.
WOOHOOOO!!
I haven't actually gotten straight distinctions for all my subjects in one semester at uni. Go me! Yessssss. I am in such a good mood now.
My work friends and I went out last night for Christmas drinks at Cronulla RSL, they have the best cocktail bar and from 9pm-10pm all the cocktails are only $5. The line for the bar was always so long, so we bought 3 drinks everytime we went up there to save time. I think we looked like alcoholics at our tables because they were covered with glasses of cocktails. We did discover a brand spanking new cocktail though, it's called a Stoinker. Hee, what a name. It's served in one of those bubble, kind of fishbowl like cocktail glasses, the glass was so big, I couldn't even hold it properly in my hand. It is made with gin, vodka, rum, tequila, soda water and lime in it. mmm-mmmm. Stoinker = Absolutely LUSH.
Note to self: never have chocolate bars in a 5 metre radius whilst watching Chocolat.
This also happened whilst I was reading the book. Perhaps they need to put a health warning on the cover.
Sugar. Higgggggghhhh.
I wonder sometimes just how stupid I really am. My computer has a built in DVD player, but I only just realised now, over a year later, that it is a multi-region DVD player.
*slaps forehead*
Laris. Is. An. Idiot. Woo.
My dad never mentioned it to me because he thought I knew. Great communication channels we've got going there. No wonder he always harassed me to ask people who went overseas to buy DVD's for us. It didn't click. I actually thought he was kinda stupid because the DVD player we have out in the lounge room isn't multi-system, so I always wondered where the logic was in his requests. Oops.
Well at least now I know, and now I can get DVD's that haven't been released in my region yet. Yay.
Oh man, I think I am in DVD heaven.
Moulin Rogue, Bridget Jones's Diary and Chocolat.
It's like Christmas has come early. Hee.
I saw crazy/beautiful at the movies yesterday. I'm a huge Kirsten Dunst fan, and the media have been pimping the hell out of the movie, so I expected it to be pretty good and that I would be totally blown away by it...but it didn't live up to my expectations at all. It was alright, Kirsten is an awesome actress and I did like how it was the guy (Carlos) falling in love with a bad girl (Nicole) instead of the other way around. But I hated, hated the ending. It was too sappy for a movie that wanted to push boundaries.
Despite the fact that I didn't really like the movie, I still cried in one scene. Evita: Are you crying?
Me: Dude, like you even have to ask. Of course.
Evita: So am I, and this movie sucks! Do you have a tissue? Heh, we're such dorks.
All I want for Christmas is...
A pair of rollerblades. How fun would that be? They'd give your legs and butt the best work out, hee.
When I was younger my dad never let me own a pair of rollerblades, he thought they were dangerous, yadda, yadda, yadda...It still didn't stop me from going to friends houses and using theirs...You'd think by now he would have gotten over it, but no. I'm still going to ask for a pair of them anyway.
Wish List
Observations of the past week...
1. 21st Birthday parties are a great way to scam things you want but can’t afford to buy. It was Evita’s 21st party on Saturday night and she managed to score herself some pretty awesome presents, the present we gave her takes the cake though, as Evita said it was ‘the’ present. We bought her a small stereo system for her bedroom, one of our friends works in the electrical section of Grace Brothers so instead of paying $360 we got it for $290- you’ve gotta love having those connections. It was super funky, with a CD and cassette player and a radio, with the LCD display having the ability to change colour from either blue, pink, purple or green at the press of a button. We were looking for a pink and silver stereo (since Evita is obsessed with the colour pink) but we couldn’t find one we could afford, so the changing colours had to do. Her reaction was hilarious, she just starting screaming and jumping up and down, like a little kid at Christmas.
Man, I come up with the best idea’s for friend’s birthday presents, hee.
2. Christmas makes some customers even more stupid than usual.
Me (in a loud voice): “A small cappuccino and a regular Oreo bash for Jim”
Man walks up to the drink collection counter, and I repeat the order to him. He nods, grabs the drinks and walks away.
Two minutes later man walks back up to the counter in a huff.
Man: “Excuse me. This. Is. The. Wrong. Drink”
Me: “What did you order sir?”
Man: “A large mango chiller and a large iced coffee with cream”
Me: “Oh really. What name was your order under sir?”
Man: “It was for Todd”
Me: “Well you must have picked up the wrong order sir, your order is up next”
Man: “Are you saying this is my fault? You should have done something to make sure I picked up the right drink”
Me: “Sorry about that sir, but we did call out the order TWICE, stating that it was a SMALL CAPPUCCINO and a REGULAR OREO BASH. Also we called out the name JIM with the order.” For fucks sake, how hard can it be to remember what you ordered like two minutes ago?!? How can some people mistake a mango drink, something that is icy and yellow, with something that is hot and frothy? And how can someone not even remember their OWN NAME?
Dear Santa, please bring people a clue this Christmas. Love always, the staff at Gloria Jeans.
3. Borders rocks. Borders, that huge ass American bookstore, just opened their second Sydney store in the CBD, right in the middle of Pitt Street mall. I went and checked it out the day it opened because a) they had 20% off everything in the store b) they were giving out free wine, champagne and chocolates c) I’m a book whore, and since it’s holidays I have time to read again. But they had the book I’ve been hanging out to read for like a whole year. No other bookstore in Sydney sells this book, and I was totally stoked to find it on the shelves. So yay, I finally have a copy of “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” by Stephen Chbosky, which I read in a couple of hours because it’s brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Worth 30 minutes I had to wait in the queue to pay for it. Kudos to Borders for actually having it in stock, and at least now I know I’ll be able to find the books deemed ‘obscure’ and ‘weird’ by the normal bookstores.
4. Dawson should never appear on our TV screens shirtless. Ever. Him and his man boobs should be considered illegal as it may cause severe harm to the well being of viewers. However, and putting my P/J bias aside, the Jen and Dawson hook up actually was sweet.
5. Hot milk really hurts when you spill it on yourself. I was at work this afternoon and wasn’t paying attention when heating up the milk on the espresso machine, consequently spilling half a jug of boiling hot milk on my hand. Ow, burnies. I think I need my mum to kiss it better, heh.
6. Australian sport has had a shocker of a week. It seems like sporting pride has depreciated this last week with all the sporting failures of our national teams in a variety of sports. The failure of the Socceroos to make it to the World Cup finals, the Aussies losing the Davis Cup finals to France and the prospect of Australia loosing the Cricket...blah, it's all so depressing.
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