Social commentary:

Anorexic skanks on the dancefloor should eat more.

Half & half

I'm at a strange time in my life, where:
* half my friends are either trying to get pregnant, already pregnant, or have popped out buns.
* the other half are just sterile ;)

Well, not really. The other half are like me. NOT READY. Or, more in my case - JUST DON'T WANT ONE. Take note people - Holding your baby does NOT make me clucky. Quit asking and looking at me like I'm nuts for not wanting it. I've tried. When I'm staying over with my brother and sis-in-law, I wake up at 7:30am (the Cutesy One actually starts screaming at 6:30am, but I've programmed myself to sleep through it). I walk downstairs bleary-eyed and settle in for my good morning stumble-into-my-arms-droolly-baby greeting :) Sweet. But still droolly.

TODAY, I changed my first independent nappy. No help from anyone. Dear lord it stank. Dear lord I used a lot of wipes. It's not easy either. Always wipe away from the fanny. Always clean the dimples and the folds. Always wipe underneath. Always hold the baby's legs up to prevent them from rolling off the table. Always keep baby's hands occupied and away from the gargantuan sloppy poo in the nappy. Yeeeeah...

Anyone want to make me a godmother? *grin* Regardless, after a month of training, I'm now fully qualified in performing the following tasks:
* carrying a baby
* changing nappies
* entertaining a baby
* feeding a baby
* putting a baby to bed
* talking like a baby. Yup. I've been reduced to making "MMMUMMM MUMMMM MMM" noises.

Not bad eh? :)

Errr, Wazzz?

What's my hand doing down your pants?!?

I also have pictures of you in heels, another of you in a wig, and another of you in a dress *grin*

Bustin' some moves

It's nice to come home to my party crew :) I miss these guys soooo much when I'm in Rondon.

This is how you dance to DnB *grin*

If I had legs as long as these guys, I'd wear hot pants more often.

Yes, they're kneeling...

Why I don't *poke*

When my mother took me to temple this year, she prayed I'd find a good job and a good husband. I laughed.

After all, I never thought my mother's prayers would be answered via facebook.

Me thinking: "Who?!?"


Status: Looking 4 love! Check out his applications:

Dear lord, he's not going to find it here :P And I'm definitely not poking him back :P Dang facebook.

Where I grew up

Blacktown's never dull.

As I walk along the platform and wait for a train to the City, a child in a pram screams from across two tracks on the opposite platform. His father stands a metre away from me.

The child's father yells out, "What did he say?!?"
The child's mother yells back, "POOFTA!!!"
The child's father laughs raucously.

I'm about to grimace, when I remember to hold back my disapproving facial expressions. Gaining the attention of a proud yobbo father is probably not advisable.

Happy 1st Birthday Sagey

Aunty Reenie hearts you :) She's the main reason I'm here.

Something personal

Being back in Sydnery, made me reflect. Talking to my closest friends... Facing demons is unpleasant. Avoiding them is much easier :P At the moment, there's nothing more that I wish for than this:

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind...

Tok-ee-yoo in pictures

Thanks Hot Pot & RC for the food and shopping :)

Hot or Not?!?

After a very cocktail-fueled night out with the girls, I hit Photobooth again. I should arm my MBP to detect when I come home with an alcohol level reading of "soused", and to immediately auto-disable certain apps. Nothing but trouble :P Anyways, out goes a random drunk email to a mate:

"Hot or not?" with the picture below:

(Yup - that's me looking cool, man)

To which I got the typical bloke reply, "You have your haircut?" *lol* I guess that's a diplomatic way of saying, "Not - and wtf is with that pose?" *grin*

This leads on to another conversation with a different mate recently...
Mate: "Can I ask you a controversial question?"
Me: "Yeah, sure!"
Mate: "You know how on gmail chat you're always saying you're giving up on guys and converting to girls?"
Me: "Yeah..."
Mate: "Were you being serious?"
Me: "Is this because of my haircut?!?"

*LOL* So, readers, "butch or not?" is probably the more appropriate question :) Oh alright, here's some non-scandalous girly lurve from the night: