i feel i must complain about my acheing feet. like they REALLY hurt big time i swear after an undecent amount of walking in one day. walked back and forth in the city (met twinnie at RMIT, walked to puccini's, walked back to RMIT, walked in the city, walked back to RMIT to pick twinnie) and then walked from lygon to brunswick st. upon reaching brunswick st, me and twin walked up a storm browsing in every vintagey looking store from one end of brunswick to the other. talk about painful feet.

finally sat down for dinner at this place i forget what its called..like ibidabi or something odd like that. as odd as it sounded, the place had excellent food and perfect service (service so good twinnie felt compelled to leave them a tip in the grand total of...$1.70! hahahah. eh better than nothing. a little chump change goes a long way you know) after a three hour sitting (coffee and cigarettes included), we walked back to my place on gratten to put down my things and then walk to twinnie's place to put down her things before we walk back to lygon to meet claud and friends. now thats a whole lotta walking.

so here i am, at sam's place blogging about the day while she's taking a shower. we're having a sleep over tonight! watching movies and all. very fun stuff. have an appointment tommorow with hairstylist katsu-san (*cringe cringe) who was recommended by housemate's jap friend. must mean he's really authentic or something then? anyhow im not quite sure if i still want to get a hair cut as twinnie's intuition is telling her its going to turn out bad. i dont quite know if she's bullshitting me or if i should be very careful of her psychic abilities from now on. hmmmm. will go smoke a cigarette and ponder about that.

ps/ lynn sweetie dont think we dont love you just because we haven't replied your email(s). just so you know, we talk about you (in a good way) every ten minutes or so. and twinnie has something good for you coming in the mail soon. excited yet?? well then, quit whining about the god damned emails. WAhhAHAHAHAHAh. ok lah i yangyang you.

here we go again

uhhm is it weird if you're still seeing stars a good five minutes after rubbing your eyes? this is just really odd. for obvious reasons, cannot form coherent sentences once again, and so, i re-introduce THE LIST:

1. coffee at sergovia with housemate
2. restrained self from buying a tshirt (realized do not ever wear tshirts)
3. met winnie the pooh for dinner and post dinner drinks (i'm really starting to catch onto the name. kudos Huney..dont hate me wen)
4. greco on chapel st. with claud and twinnie sam
5. was tormented/taunted for almost an hour and a half about what the fuck the name of the chick from BEP was. (claud:"starts with an F.." me:"fran? funnel?? estella??" .......FERGIE! DOH!)
6. loitered outside greco deciding what to do "like a dunce and delinquent" that we were. (i think i fucked that up..what was it again twinnie?)

all in all an exceptionally good day (except for the damned bunions! wahahahha. thats a special for you sam). tommorow will be very good too i imagine. will in all likelihood be getting a haircut in the morning/early afternoon and hopefully pick up a few vintage kitsch items in brunswick with sam later on in the day.

will go attempt to clear very messy living space now that starry dots in front of face have disappeared.


4 strings - diving (cosmic gate remix)

after spending most of last week in the city, i have decided to be domesticated this week. and more importantly, after skipping almost all my classes last week, i have decided to go to all my classes and have, thus far, done a stellar job. after dinner, coffee and mahjong, i decided to call it a night (ie, stop venturing out to the balcony for smokes and instead curl up on bed watching tv/reading book) except i receive a phone call from my sweetest twin, samantha. so sammii comes on over at about 1:30 to have coffee somewhere/anywhere on lygon. lo and behold, nothing is open, not even cafe notturno that is seemingly always open. with little choice left, we ruck up to 7-11, get chips, some cadbury chocolatey drink, pepsi max, and cigarettes, and head back over to my place for some quality bonding session. lots of laughter and an ashtray full of cigarettes later, sammii finally heads home at about 5:30 in the morning. oh twinnie, i dont quite know what i'd do without you. vintage shopping on friday after class!


sean paul - like glue

i enumerate when too lazy to blog

today things:

1. three coffees in one sitting (aka afternoon goss session) with claud and sam.
2. went to class
3. very luckily sat next to hottie natalie portman-ish girl in the LT
4. ate at bottom of the harbor. (tues and wed student price!)
5. grocery shopped with housemate
6. repaid the bulk of my debts incurred over past week
7. resolved to spend less, bargain hunt more
8. coffee (fourth cup of the day) with long lost friend at brunetti's
9. won money at mahjong
10. resisted buying cigarettes on way home after mj even though had only 5 sticks left. (twinnie, i feel we ought to quit soon)

well things are looking mighty dandy aren't they. almost. until twin tells me i missed last night's paradise hotel and how freaking exciting it was. damn. i think i was doing something inane online. very unhappy with self right now. :(


zero 7 - destiny (photek remix)


*addendum at 12:05pm: class at 1230. must stop at 7-11 to buy credits for phone and cigarettes. too lazy to go to class lah. if i dont go..i wont smoke see..cos i'll be too lazy to leave the house right? hmmm..now thats a thought. housemate has a fairly hot friend. twinnie, claud, jev..etc etc in melbourne..can you feel me telepathically willing you to tell me to skip class and go have coffee???

postman comes a'buzzing at 11 in the morning with a package for my housemate (no, not that kind of 'package'...although i kinda cracked up when he said 'i've got a package for you'..note to self: must get mind out of gutter). so claud calls, we both bitched about the rain, and decided to meet up for lunch and shopping (for this week's bling bling party) on chapel street. while having coffee at kush, claud picks up a copy of large and we almost piss ourselves laughing at their "horrorscopes". very funny stuff. i am very sure this will be thoroughly (spell?) enjoyed. here goes:


libra
statistically speaking. 1 in every 200 condoms has a hole in it. god damn your poor parents were unlucky. (wahahahahahahhaha. yay me!)

picses
from the latin root 'pesce' meaning fish. bring together the word 'root' and 'fish', place 'star' in the middle and it sums up your sexual performances in a kind of cryptic way. (awwww poor twinnie and weiwei..wahahha)

taurus
dont think your past won't catch up with you. conchita (the column is entitled 'conchita's horrorscopes') recognizes your ring as being that of the 'hand relief' service at club x --and i can't believe it was a marriage ring. you should be ashamed. (rightey ho, lynn..and now we know)


blablabla. the gemini and scorpio one is kinda stupid. ohh this one is good. for capricons. 'dont be so upset that you have been unlucky in love. as people get older, saggier, and more boring it's quite natural for others to simply move away from them--its the law of diminishing returns.' wahahaha. i likey.

ok gotta concentrate on queer as folk right now. gorgeous gay men. hot gay sex. how's a girl to resist?

its been an eventful weekend. have just returned home from church at st. francis. prior to that, had yum cha at westlake with jev, twinnie and carrie. am feeling quite yuck today as am quite sleep deprived. slept at about 7 in the morning cos carrie came over at 5am to talk ..and talk..and talk some more. hahah :D therefore, have decided to return home early to rest and perhaps play abit of mahjong.

friday night was spent at a clients & social escorts theme party with claud and friends. lots of fun stuff. lots of fishnet stockings. lots of fake money. lots of excitement toward the male stripper we hired for candice. very very fun stuff. met up with jev etc on saturday to play pokies and have drinks at black opal. was rather entertained when claud and fran arrived. it was either the wine or they were saying really funny things. i dont really know. either way, it was a decent amount of fun for a really boring saturday night when nobody wanted to go clubbing or do anything much really. ok realized am not really making much sense. american idol distracting me lah. jesus this kimberly lock (spell?) really cannot sing. kinda creepy.

aiya. cheebye. forgot to buy facial wash again. oopsie daisy.