So tonight I watched "Happy-Go-Lucky" at The Electric. It's the story of, you guessed it, the happiest-go-luckiest girl in Rondon. Errr, not only did I fall asleep for most of it (was it the Moscow Mule? Or just the pointlessness of it all?), but I also ended up hoping that the protagonist would DIE a painful death. My thought was, the happiest-go-luckiest girl in Rondon would fall in love with Mr Perfect, then get stabbed to death by the psycho driving instructor she meets. Stabble stabble stabble!
She doesn't of course. To my disappointment, she survives all the way to the end of the movie.
I feel ripped off. Where's the bitter-sweet ending? Where's the dark twist? As the movie ends, the happiest-go-luckiest girl in Rondon is rowing around in a lake on the phone to Mr Perfect and her best mate. What sort of ending is that? :P
On the upshot, The Electric is the most comfiest cinema I've ever been to in Rondon :) With footstools, cushy seats, cocktails and chocolate raisins. Definitely good for a snooze.
People that happy don't really exist, do they? :P My rating: 2 out of 5 stars.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
The Big Day
From this (Hip & Happening Ed):
To this (King of Polyester)!
And this (Cool & Stylish Eleri):
To this (Queen of Sequin Glam)!
Congratulations to Mr & Mrs Stephens!!
Tis about bl00dy time :) Thank you both so much for inviting me along to celebrate the occasion. My first Engrish wedding! I had a wunderbar weekend in Devon :) Gawd, I'll never forget that gooey clotted cream...
Pronunciation
Drives me nuts, this country. When I was little, I was taught to sound out each letter. Put them altogether and you have a word. Only when you're in England, the motherland of English, it doesn't really work that way.
Me: "What do you mean you don't pronounce the 'w'? Why put it there if you don't want me to say it? It's South-Wark, not South-Ark!"
E&E: "No, it's Suth-Erk."
Me: "South-Erk?"
E&E: "sUth-Erk."
Me: "We're not coming here again, cause I don't know how to say it. And it's Green-Wich, not Gren-ich! It's like you don't say san-ich, it's sand-wich."
E&E: "That's san-wedge."
Me: "Aaargh!"
Me: "What do you mean you don't pronounce the 'w'? Why put it there if you don't want me to say it? It's South-Wark, not South-Ark!"
E&E: "No, it's Suth-Erk."
Me: "South-Erk?"
E&E: "sUth-Erk."
Me: "We're not coming here again, cause I don't know how to say it. And it's Green-Wich, not Gren-ich! It's like you don't say san-ich, it's sand-wich."
E&E: "That's san-wedge."
Me: "Aaargh!"
I should've told E&E to "Shu' eei" (shut it) *grin*
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Good Cop
Remember the twats with the blue clipboards? Good Cop actually called me today. I was a bit confused at first when he announced his name. Hrm? He sounds familiar. Is he one of the recruiters who's suppose to get back in touch with me about a role? I did a quick check on my emails. Nope... Then it clicked.
Aaaah, it's the twat from Michael Page! Yup, I'm going to name and shame em. I would have left things well alone if that twat hadn't called me up today.
He was patronising as hell - "You got an interview in the Finance sector? Congratulations!"
Errr, ok. Yay for me. He fired off endless questions, "How are you? What have you been up to? Have you been in any interviews? Have you found anything? When do you start? What rate did you get?" He was obviously fishing for information.
I bristled and snapped back, "Look, I'm not registered with your company, why did you call me?" Good Cop was a bit surprised, and replied with, "It's all part of the service we provide, rah rah rah".
"Service?" Wtf? Does he not remember the meeting ending because I refused to fill out that stupid form? Exactly what service did he provide besides wasting my time? If he hadn't hung up on me, I would've launched into a rant about it *grin*
Aaaah, it's the twat from Michael Page! Yup, I'm going to name and shame em. I would have left things well alone if that twat hadn't called me up today.
He was patronising as hell - "You got an interview in the Finance sector? Congratulations!"
Errr, ok. Yay for me. He fired off endless questions, "How are you? What have you been up to? Have you been in any interviews? Have you found anything? When do you start? What rate did you get?" He was obviously fishing for information.
I bristled and snapped back, "Look, I'm not registered with your company, why did you call me?" Good Cop was a bit surprised, and replied with, "It's all part of the service we provide, rah rah rah".
"Service?" Wtf? Does he not remember the meeting ending because I refused to fill out that stupid form? Exactly what service did he provide besides wasting my time? If he hadn't hung up on me, I would've launched into a rant about it *grin*
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Happy anniversary
Yesterday was the day I arrived in Rondon 2 years ago. Has it really been 2 years already? So much has happened. Some good, some bad, some lessons learnt the hard way. How did I celebrate this momentous occasion? By leaving Rondon and flying to Amsterdam *lol* Yesterday was also Armin Only day!!! Yaaaay!!! :D
I'd bought tix to this event ages ago, and after lots of umm'ing and ahh'ing, finally decided to book my flights and go. So off I jetted to the Netherlands to spend 10 hours with my fave DJ. I left Rondon at 6pm, and was at the venue in Utrecht by 9pm - and that's with a one hour time difference. Not bad for international clubbing.
However, Armin did that annoying hide-behind-the-screen thing AGAIN! For 3 hours!! It could've been anyone throwing on CDs for those 3 hours :P
I've also figured out the trick to maintaining personal space at the front row - dance in stiletto heels. In an attempt to be a liiiiittle taller amongst the Dutch giants, I wore my boots. Anyone who came near me at the wrong time was likely to get a hole stomped into their foot by my spikey heels :P However, it also meant that by the 7th hour of dancing, my feet were killing and I had to exit the front row. That's when I realised, holy shit, it's not easy fighting my way from the front through 16,000 frenetically dancing people. It took me awhile. Good thing about the venue was that there were flat screens everywhere, and the sound system was great. Because I was upfront for most of the night, I didn't really get to see the full effects of the show until I watched it on the flatscreens. It was amazing, the crowd was just constantly heaving and the lights were awesome. I'm getting the DVD just to see if I'm in it *lol*
This time, I was also prepared for the stupid Dutch "no water bottles" scam. I had to smuggle in an empty water bottle :P Which meant I could refill my bottle from the toilet taps, as oppose to spending 3 euros for a cup of water each time I felt thirsty. Besides that, how is one suppose to dance on a crowded dancefloor with a cup?!? Bastards! Don't even get me started on their token system. I totally dig their locker system though. They had enough lockers for 16,000 people and for 5 euros, I could unburden my coat and massive handbag for the night.
I really can't wait till the next Armin Only :) More pix here. To my Sydnery party crew, I missed you!! Looks like you guys had a big night at SH's housewarming anyway ;)
Happy anniversary to me...
I'd bought tix to this event ages ago, and after lots of umm'ing and ahh'ing, finally decided to book my flights and go. So off I jetted to the Netherlands to spend 10 hours with my fave DJ. I left Rondon at 6pm, and was at the venue in Utrecht by 9pm - and that's with a one hour time difference. Not bad for international clubbing.
However, Armin did that annoying hide-behind-the-screen thing AGAIN! For 3 hours!! It could've been anyone throwing on CDs for those 3 hours :P
I did love the night though :) Armin totally rocked it.
I've also figured out the trick to maintaining personal space at the front row - dance in stiletto heels. In an attempt to be a liiiiittle taller amongst the Dutch giants, I wore my boots. Anyone who came near me at the wrong time was likely to get a hole stomped into their foot by my spikey heels :P However, it also meant that by the 7th hour of dancing, my feet were killing and I had to exit the front row. That's when I realised, holy shit, it's not easy fighting my way from the front through 16,000 frenetically dancing people. It took me awhile. Good thing about the venue was that there were flat screens everywhere, and the sound system was great. Because I was upfront for most of the night, I didn't really get to see the full effects of the show until I watched it on the flatscreens. It was amazing, the crowd was just constantly heaving and the lights were awesome. I'm getting the DVD just to see if I'm in it *lol*
This time, I was also prepared for the stupid Dutch "no water bottles" scam. I had to smuggle in an empty water bottle :P Which meant I could refill my bottle from the toilet taps, as oppose to spending 3 euros for a cup of water each time I felt thirsty. Besides that, how is one suppose to dance on a crowded dancefloor with a cup?!? Bastards! Don't even get me started on their token system. I totally dig their locker system though. They had enough lockers for 16,000 people and for 5 euros, I could unburden my coat and massive handbag for the night.
I really can't wait till the next Armin Only :) More pix here. To my Sydnery party crew, I missed you!! Looks like you guys had a big night at SH's housewarming anyway ;)
Happy anniversary to me...
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Amateurs
I had to deal with a well-known international recruitment agency today. When I first arrived in Rondon, this agency was the first I had contacted to help me with finding a job. So, for 2 years my resume has been in their databases, and only now they're requesting a meeting. Ok, I'll go along with it... I need the interview practice. It felt wrong from the moment I stepped through their doors. I left after 20 mins and felt like my time had been wasted on a couple of amateurs.
Before I left for the meeting with said agency, I checked the confirmation email, and realised the agent's asked for me to bring along my passport, 2 referee details and my original degree. Wtf? Is this guy kidding me? I ignore the request and head in, hoping to blag my way past it.
The office foyer is immense and meant to impress. Size really doesn't impress me anymore ;) What made me think, "Oh no," was the sight of blue clipboards neatly arrayed out in rows on the reception bench.
Receptionist: "Are you here to register?"
Me: "I'm not sure, I'm here for a meeting."
Receptionist: *Points to clipboards* "Take one of those."
I skim over the form: Personal Details, Referee Details, Financial Status, Criminal Record... I didn't bother filling it out while I waited for the person I was meeting.
I'm greeted by two... boys. I now understand the importance of first impressions and looking sharp. I can't believe I'm being tag-teamed for this meeting. Let's call one Good Cop, and the other Bad Cop. They escort me to a meeting room. Things don't start off well, Bad Cop launches into a spiel on a totally wrong topic. Good Cop apologises to me, tells me to forget anything Bad Cop has just said. Riiiiight...
We then spend the next 15 mins discussing the bl00dy form and why I refuse to fill it out.
Me: "I don't want my personal information such as my passport and my contacts stored on your databases. I only give it upon request by the employer."
Bad Cop: "What are you scared of?"
Me: "You using my contacts for purposes other than references."
Bad Cop: "But our company has a reputation to keep with our clients. We wouldn't go behind your back. In return for representing you, we require commitment from you."
Me: "If you have a job spec, show it to me. If an employer requires my referees, then I can give you that information within 10 mins."
Bad Cop: "What if we can't contact you? What if your mobile's not working? Or what if you don't have access to email?"
Me thinking: "What are you, a dick?"
Me: "I can email the details to you tomorrow, once I've checked with my referees that it's ok."
Bad Cop: "Haven't you had that discussion with them already?"
Me: "Yes, that discussion was under different circumstances. You're storing their information for no reason."
Bad Cop: "We need you to fill out everything on that form today."
You know what? To be honest, I fought more for this than I had to. I knew my referees wouldn't care. However, I was not going to be bullied into giving away private information to a couple of twats.
Me: "Look, you're not going to get the details for my referees today."
Bad Cop: "Then we can't register you."
Me: "I don't need to be registered with your company."
With that, the meeting ended. I have very little respect for recruitment agents. I've no respect for this agency at all. These two were twats. Instead of trying to sell me what was so great about doing business with their agency, they'd rather shove the form under my nose and make me fill it out. For what reason? They didn't call me in for a meeting regarding any particular roles. I didn't even realise until I got there that I was going for "registration".
Fck that shit.
Maybe I'm getting a little arrogant these days when it comes to j.o.b hunting. However, I don't believe filling in a form and handing over my degree is going to make me anymore qualified for a job. That's what my resume is for. I would've done it if there was a role they were going to put me forward for, but the twats had NOTHING.
Before I left for the meeting with said agency, I checked the confirmation email, and realised the agent's asked for me to bring along my passport, 2 referee details and my original degree. Wtf? Is this guy kidding me? I ignore the request and head in, hoping to blag my way past it.
The office foyer is immense and meant to impress. Size really doesn't impress me anymore ;) What made me think, "Oh no," was the sight of blue clipboards neatly arrayed out in rows on the reception bench.
Receptionist: "Are you here to register?"
Me: "I'm not sure, I'm here for a meeting."
Receptionist: *Points to clipboards* "Take one of those."
I skim over the form: Personal Details, Referee Details, Financial Status, Criminal Record... I didn't bother filling it out while I waited for the person I was meeting.
I'm greeted by two... boys. I now understand the importance of first impressions and looking sharp. I can't believe I'm being tag-teamed for this meeting. Let's call one Good Cop, and the other Bad Cop. They escort me to a meeting room. Things don't start off well, Bad Cop launches into a spiel on a totally wrong topic. Good Cop apologises to me, tells me to forget anything Bad Cop has just said. Riiiiight...
We then spend the next 15 mins discussing the bl00dy form and why I refuse to fill it out.
Me: "I don't want my personal information such as my passport and my contacts stored on your databases. I only give it upon request by the employer."
Bad Cop: "What are you scared of?"
Me: "You using my contacts for purposes other than references."
Bad Cop: "But our company has a reputation to keep with our clients. We wouldn't go behind your back. In return for representing you, we require commitment from you."
Me: "If you have a job spec, show it to me. If an employer requires my referees, then I can give you that information within 10 mins."
Bad Cop: "What if we can't contact you? What if your mobile's not working? Or what if you don't have access to email?"
Me thinking: "What are you, a dick?"
Me: "I can email the details to you tomorrow, once I've checked with my referees that it's ok."
Bad Cop: "Haven't you had that discussion with them already?"
Me: "Yes, that discussion was under different circumstances. You're storing their information for no reason."
Bad Cop: "We need you to fill out everything on that form today."
You know what? To be honest, I fought more for this than I had to. I knew my referees wouldn't care. However, I was not going to be bullied into giving away private information to a couple of twats.
Me: "Look, you're not going to get the details for my referees today."
Bad Cop: "Then we can't register you."
Me: "I don't need to be registered with your company."
With that, the meeting ended. I have very little respect for recruitment agents. I've no respect for this agency at all. These two were twats. Instead of trying to sell me what was so great about doing business with their agency, they'd rather shove the form under my nose and make me fill it out. For what reason? They didn't call me in for a meeting regarding any particular roles. I didn't even realise until I got there that I was going for "registration".
Fck that shit.
Maybe I'm getting a little arrogant these days when it comes to j.o.b hunting. However, I don't believe filling in a form and handing over my degree is going to make me anymore qualified for a job. That's what my resume is for. I would've done it if there was a role they were going to put me forward for, but the twats had NOTHING.
Rick Astley
Ok, I'm not ashamed of liking Rick Astley. It brings back a lot of fond memories for me. My eldest brother use to be such a fan when we were kids. I grew up knowing all the lyrics and watching my brother copy Rick's side sway dance moves :) We use to go on family road trip holidays every year, and Rick Astley, WHAM! (we'd always start the drive with this one!), Kylie, a-ha, Frankie goes to Hollywood would always be blaring out of the car stereo. My poor parents, they endured it for the endless hours it took for us to get to Penang or Singapore :)
Rick Astley isn't just a one-hit wonder either. Other classics are:
* Whenever You Need Somebody ("... I'll bring my love to you...")
* Don't Say Goodbye ("... Don't make me cry girl, you're my girl!")
* She Wants to Dance with Me ("... Cause I'll hold her so tight next to me...")
* Ain't Too Proud To Beg ("... sweet darling! Please don't leave me, girl don't you go...")
* It Would Take A Strong Strong Man ("... My heart starts breaking...")
I'm glad there's a Rick Astley revival going on ;)
GIANT SQUID!!!
ZOMG! Today, I met my boss *grin*
When the lights switched on in the Darwin Centre's storage room, I gasped at the sight of Archie. She's totally awesome! Archie lays in a solid 9m tank filled with formalin. Her eye is as big as dinner plate! Her tentacles are covered with teethy suckers! So formidable. I wish Archie was still alive.
The Darwin Centre is part of the Natural History Museum. The building is currently under construction, and the only way to see Archie is to book a Darwin Explorer tour with the museum. It's a short 45min tour, but I really enjoyed every minute of it. The museum stores over 70 million specimens. Some of those on display are the original specimens discovered by Darwin himself! The very first specie of various animals to be discovered in history on display! I thought that was pretty amazing.
As more lights are switched on around the room, I noticed dozens and dozens of jars lining the walls. It's creepy, but fascinating. Snakes, giant fish, baby sharks, badgers, echidnas, turtles, foxes - you name it, it's there. Large metal tanks fill the middle of the room, storing anything too big for a jar!
If you've got some free time on your hands, give the Natural History Museum a call (0207 942 5011) and book the tour :) Not a lot of people get to see this sort of stuff in their lives. It's also free.
Her name's Archie :)
When the lights switched on in the Darwin Centre's storage room, I gasped at the sight of Archie. She's totally awesome! Archie lays in a solid 9m tank filled with formalin. Her eye is as big as dinner plate! Her tentacles are covered with teethy suckers! So formidable. I wish Archie was still alive.
The Darwin Centre is part of the Natural History Museum. The building is currently under construction, and the only way to see Archie is to book a Darwin Explorer tour with the museum. It's a short 45min tour, but I really enjoyed every minute of it. The museum stores over 70 million specimens. Some of those on display are the original specimens discovered by Darwin himself! The very first specie of various animals to be discovered in history on display! I thought that was pretty amazing.
As more lights are switched on around the room, I noticed dozens and dozens of jars lining the walls. It's creepy, but fascinating. Snakes, giant fish, baby sharks, badgers, echidnas, turtles, foxes - you name it, it's there. Large metal tanks fill the middle of the room, storing anything too big for a jar!
If you've got some free time on your hands, give the Natural History Museum a call (0207 942 5011) and book the tour :) Not a lot of people get to see this sort of stuff in their lives. It's also free.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
My mind's a mess
Sus recently introduced me to Bikram yoga. It's the hot, sweaty one. How hot? 40 degrees centigrade hot. How sweaty? So sweaty that I walk outside of the studio and feel like I'm freezing because I'm dripping wet and the weather's still cold!
Do I like it? I'm not quite sure. I don't love it, or hate it. It's something for me to do and it keeps me from going stir crazy while j.o.b hunting. For the time being it's something different from the gym.
What I'm hoping for is that it'll help me clear my mind. The odd thing about me these days is that there's an endless train of thoughts running through my head. Sometimes, I just want quiet. I don't want to think about turning 30 this year. I don't want to think about my career. I don't want to think about being single (My youth! Gone! Wasted on someone who didn't appreciate it :P). I don't want to think about family obligations. I don't want to think about what I'm going to do for the next few years ahead... There are a lot of things I don't want to stress thinking about.
So I'm hoping all the breathing, the posing, the stretching I do for 90 mins in Bikram yoga will teach me how to deal with things better. The instructor keeps telling us to smile. YOU try and smile while you're rocking on your tummy with your legs bent backwards and your sweaty hands slipping from your sweaty ankles. Your chest feels like it's bursting in the 40 degree heat. Not so easy to smile while holding a pose. However, it's all just a case of mind over matter, right?
Breathe, stretch, smile, chillax... Everything will be ok.
See you in class, Sus! :)
Do I like it? I'm not quite sure. I don't love it, or hate it. It's something for me to do and it keeps me from going stir crazy while j.o.b hunting. For the time being it's something different from the gym.
What I'm hoping for is that it'll help me clear my mind. The odd thing about me these days is that there's an endless train of thoughts running through my head. Sometimes, I just want quiet. I don't want to think about turning 30 this year. I don't want to think about my career. I don't want to think about being single (My youth! Gone! Wasted on someone who didn't appreciate it :P). I don't want to think about family obligations. I don't want to think about what I'm going to do for the next few years ahead... There are a lot of things I don't want to stress thinking about.
So I'm hoping all the breathing, the posing, the stretching I do for 90 mins in Bikram yoga will teach me how to deal with things better. The instructor keeps telling us to smile. YOU try and smile while you're rocking on your tummy with your legs bent backwards and your sweaty hands slipping from your sweaty ankles. Your chest feels like it's bursting in the 40 degree heat. Not so easy to smile while holding a pose. However, it's all just a case of mind over matter, right?
Breathe, stretch, smile, chillax... Everything will be ok.
See you in class, Sus! :)
Friday, April 11, 2008
Last thing I need
My task for the day is to shop for some "naughty" hen's presents. Yes, I'm going away for a hens party this weekend, to Berlin. Everyone else being gainfully employed, the task of "naughty" shopping fell solemnly onto my shoulders.
Fine fine, I'm a big girl, I can handle this on my own. I walk into Amora, Rondon's premier concept s3x0r museum. I browse, I pick up some naughty candy nipple tassles and some *ahem* p3nis mints. That'll do for a laugh.
The cashier guy looks at me quizzically and I explain it's all for a hen's party. He's HORRIFIED! "You have to get her something more exciting than peppermint peckers!!!"
Oh dear.
Next thing I know, the cashier guy has whipped out the demo battery operated 2-player vibrator. Buzzzzz... "Feel how strong that vibe is!" I inwardly groan and put out my palm. Yup, pretty strong buzz :P Apparently, "You can turn each other on by touching each other with it all over the body".
Leaving me no time to bluster, he proceeds to touch ME all over the body with it! Across the neck, over the b00bies *gasp* So, I guess I'm a prude after all :P Cashier guy then talks me through a waterproof vibe (again, I had to test how strong the buzzz was) and a solid black ridged vibe. What was I thinking?
"25 squids for that?!? That's way above my budget!!!! For that price, the hen can use a real willy!!!"
Also:
"OMG, thank gawd he bypassed the ben wa balls"
Next up, "Here taste this". Cashier guy uncorks a bottle and dabs my hand with oil. Before I have time to think, "Where has that cork been?!?" I stick out my tongue and lick the oil. Mmmm, tasty vanilla. Then I realise, "Fck, I don't know where that cork has been".
However, that's not what this post is about. Cashier guy is funny looking. If I might say so myself, I'm more attractive than cashier guy. So the last thing I need right now, is funny-looking-less-attractive cashier guy giving me lessons in love, cause you know what that means?
There are funny-looking-less-attractive people out there getting more action than me :P
Fine fine, I'm a big girl, I can handle this on my own. I walk into Amora, Rondon's premier concept s3x0r museum. I browse, I pick up some naughty candy nipple tassles and some *ahem* p3nis mints. That'll do for a laugh.
The cashier guy looks at me quizzically and I explain it's all for a hen's party. He's HORRIFIED! "You have to get her something more exciting than peppermint peckers!!!"
Oh dear.
Next thing I know, the cashier guy has whipped out the demo battery operated 2-player vibrator. Buzzzzz... "Feel how strong that vibe is!" I inwardly groan and put out my palm. Yup, pretty strong buzz :P Apparently, "You can turn each other on by touching each other with it all over the body".
Leaving me no time to bluster, he proceeds to touch ME all over the body with it! Across the neck, over the b00bies *gasp* So, I guess I'm a prude after all :P Cashier guy then talks me through a waterproof vibe (again, I had to test how strong the buzzz was) and a solid black ridged vibe. What was I thinking?
"25 squids for that?!? That's way above my budget!!!! For that price, the hen can use a real willy!!!"
Also:
"OMG, thank gawd he bypassed the ben wa balls"
Next up, "Here taste this". Cashier guy uncorks a bottle and dabs my hand with oil. Before I have time to think, "Where has that cork been?!?" I stick out my tongue and lick the oil. Mmmm, tasty vanilla. Then I realise, "Fck, I don't know where that cork has been".
However, that's not what this post is about. Cashier guy is funny looking. If I might say so myself, I'm more attractive than cashier guy. So the last thing I need right now, is funny-looking-less-attractive cashier guy giving me lessons in love, cause you know what that means?
There are funny-looking-less-attractive people out there getting more action than me :P
Sunday, April 06, 2008
A glimpse
... of the side of Rondon that I always wanted to see. I ended up at a dress up party, without a dress! The theme's "In Disguise". Errrr, I guess I'm disguised as an oriental spy. As T so succinctly put it, "We're dressed up as oriental spies cause you can't tell us apart" *lol*
Somehow, I ended up with Mr Phillip. That's MR PhilliP. Without an "s". I accidentally pluralised Mr Phillip into Mr PhillipS and was promptly reprimanded. All I can say is, it's a bit distressing to see friends suddenly desert me when Mr PhilliP sat down next to me!!! Imagine a spotlight on a crew of roaches :P Mr PhilliP light heartedly joked about "cupids aiming arrows". Mr PhilliP also said, "If all my groupies were like you, I wouldn't have an issue" :P Yes, he's in a band. Long hair included.
Me: "You should mingle" :P
Somehow, I ended up with Mr Phillip. That's MR PhilliP. Without an "s". I accidentally pluralised Mr Phillip into Mr PhillipS and was promptly reprimanded. All I can say is, it's a bit distressing to see friends suddenly desert me when Mr PhilliP sat down next to me!!! Imagine a spotlight on a crew of roaches :P Mr PhilliP light heartedly joked about "cupids aiming arrows". Mr PhilliP also said, "If all my groupies were like you, I wouldn't have an issue" :P Yes, he's in a band. Long hair included.
Me: "You should mingle" :P
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Kinkiness & memory loss
I never thought I'd ever get to experience getting whipped by one of my best mates. I was hot, steamy and sweaty in my bikini... *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* B gets into action with a bunch of birch branches ;D
Oooh yeah, she whipped me real good.
Apparently it's good for exfoliating :P All part of the Russian banya experience. First the sauna, then the dousing in cold water, then back to the sauna, followed by some birch whipping, and then a quick roll in the SNOW. Option b) is the frozen lake behind the sauna. However, since the lake was green and frozen, I decided to stick with rolling in the snow. Did I mention it's meant to be Spring in Russia?!? Look how much snow there was in Pskov:
It finally happened - alcomahol induced memory loss. I use to scoff at people who claimed to have blackouts and no memory of the night before. How was that possible? It never happened to me... Until I spent a night in Pskov with nothing better to do than drink some fine Russian Standard vodka :P The guide exclaimed, "Who wants a Russian shot?!?"
Me! Me! Me!
Russian shots, are 100ml o_O After conferring with Oleg on my return, he confirms it, "This is a standard drink. 50ml for ladies and 200ml is a working class man drink".
Aiyah... I remember drinking. I remember getting back to my cabin. Blankety blank. I'm suddenly in bed. Sometime during the night I drag myself to the toilet and throw up. Me thinking, "Red? Why's it all red? Oooh, it's from the grapes I ate". I stumble back to bed.
I wake up the next morning and start getting dressed. Hang on, how did I get into my jammies last night? Where the hell are my jeans? How did they get onto the bathroom hook? I start packing my stuff up. Eh, there's Nurofen out on the floor.
My drunken auto-pilot is so good, I dug out my jammies, got changed, hung my jeans over the radiator to dry off the snow and, took some Nurofen to counter the forecasted hangover :) Even though I don't remember doing any of it, I still totally r0x0r!
Think I'll stop mouthing off to people with alcomahol induced memory loss from now on :P
Oooh yeah, she whipped me real good.
Apparently it's good for exfoliating :P All part of the Russian banya experience. First the sauna, then the dousing in cold water, then back to the sauna, followed by some birch whipping, and then a quick roll in the SNOW. Option b) is the frozen lake behind the sauna. However, since the lake was green and frozen, I decided to stick with rolling in the snow. Did I mention it's meant to be Spring in Russia?!? Look how much snow there was in Pskov:
It finally happened - alcomahol induced memory loss. I use to scoff at people who claimed to have blackouts and no memory of the night before. How was that possible? It never happened to me... Until I spent a night in Pskov with nothing better to do than drink some fine Russian Standard vodka :P The guide exclaimed, "Who wants a Russian shot?!?"
Me! Me! Me!
Russian shots, are 100ml o_O After conferring with Oleg on my return, he confirms it, "This is a standard drink. 50ml for ladies and 200ml is a working class man drink".
Aiyah... I remember drinking. I remember getting back to my cabin. Blankety blank. I'm suddenly in bed. Sometime during the night I drag myself to the toilet and throw up. Me thinking, "Red? Why's it all red? Oooh, it's from the grapes I ate". I stumble back to bed.
I wake up the next morning and start getting dressed. Hang on, how did I get into my jammies last night? Where the hell are my jeans? How did they get onto the bathroom hook? I start packing my stuff up. Eh, there's Nurofen out on the floor.
My drunken auto-pilot is so good, I dug out my jammies, got changed, hung my jeans over the radiator to dry off the snow and, took some Nurofen to counter the forecasted hangover :) Even though I don't remember doing any of it, I still totally r0x0r!
Think I'll stop mouthing off to people with alcomahol induced memory loss from now on :P
Moscow
Traveling in Russia is a lot harder than I thought it would be. It has something to do with my crappy Cyrillic skillz :P
C is really S
Λ is really L
Ï€ is really P
H is really N
P is really R
...
You try figuring out which train to jump on based on Cyrillic station names! :)
What did I love most about Moscow? Hrm, St Basil's Cathedral. Standing infront of St Basil's made me realise, "OMG, I'm finally really in RUSSIA". It's the most iconic symbol of Russia to me. How many times have I seen it only in magazines, pictures and on TV? Here I am, standing in front of it IRL on a dreary, snowy, slushy day :)
Can you believe the Moscow metro is actually kickass when it comes to running efficiently? There's a train every couple of mins. Sydnery could really learn something from Moscow's rapid train system :P
C is really S
Λ is really L
Ï€ is really P
H is really N
P is really R
...
You try figuring out which train to jump on based on Cyrillic station names! :)
What did I love most about Moscow? Hrm, St Basil's Cathedral. Standing infront of St Basil's made me realise, "OMG, I'm finally really in RUSSIA". It's the most iconic symbol of Russia to me. How many times have I seen it only in magazines, pictures and on TV? Here I am, standing in front of it IRL on a dreary, snowy, slushy day :)
Here's my escalator series of the posse mucking around at the Moscow metro stations.
Can you believe the Moscow metro is actually kickass when it comes to running efficiently? There's a train every couple of mins. Sydnery could really learn something from Moscow's rapid train system :P
Me or the pregnant Panda?
Awhile ago, I questioned SD, "If we were in a hostage situation, would you take a bullet for me?"
SD...
... hesitated!
*lol* He eventually chose to take the bullet for me. Nice to know :)
Next up, I asked, "What if it was a choice of saving me or the last Panda on earth, and the Panda was pregnant? Who would you shoot first?!?"
Without missing a beat, SD replied, "I'd save you! It's a fcking Panda!!"
I felt loved :)
SD...
... hesitated!
*lol* He eventually chose to take the bullet for me. Nice to know :)
Next up, I asked, "What if it was a choice of saving me or the last Panda on earth, and the Panda was pregnant? Who would you shoot first?!?"
Without missing a beat, SD replied, "I'd save you! It's a fcking Panda!!"
I felt loved :)
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