Monday, November 30, 2009

white christmas















❄ wow! its december already.... and the season to be jolly...tra-la la-la la la-la la la....
all the christmas decorations are hanging precariously from the power lines above all the main roads of marbella. we watched (in wonderment) as the council guys hung them from up in the cherry-picker, taking absolutely no work-safety precautions to avoid dropping them on cars passing underneath. this is spain after all.

i love december's vibe. although its not quite as warm and fuzzy, being so far away from home and family (and summer).... this will be my first white christmas!! i had a flashback today of the first time i ever saw snow falling and it was such an emotive memory that i have to share it! i was au-pairing with the italian family in milan, and one cold december evening i was taking nausicaa (the little girl), to her ballet class.

in our matching white fluffy jackets, scarves and gloves, we ran hand in hand, through the lit-up piazza, towards the tram stop. the florist at the flower stall in the piazza, (who was always giving me roses and asking me out for coffee), was packing up for the evening. he called out 'buonasera!' to me, through the other people rushing past, holding shopping bags full of christmas presents. as we crossed the paved street, i looked up and saw the tiny snow flakes floating down to melt onto my face. nausicaa and i turned and looked at each other with huge smiles, 'che bello!' ... i was so delighted, i felt like i was her age again.

this year i'll be working on christmas and ill miss all my family christmas traditions; the thrill of the present exchange despite the horrific hangover, wearing the new christmas outfit, getting it wet in the water fights with the cousins, sting-pong (WAY better than ping-pong), the excitement of finding one of the good luck coins in the christmas pudding (or the extreme annoyance of not finding one)...

this year ill have to say my 'bah humbugs' over skype and hopefully ill make lots of tips at work. a white christmas better be all its jacked up to be.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

going green ❀



































❀ this weekend was so freezing cold that we spent it inside, eating chocolate and watching documentaries.

i have one of those characters that's easily swayed and influenced; every time i see a documentary about someone doing something really honourable and meaningful and heroic, i get all fired up and inspired towards some new noble and charitable project of my own. it lasts about ten minutes and then slowly settles onto the back-burner, tucked away with all the other ideas on the list of 'things to do when i'm rich'.

'Born into Brothels', about a woman who teaches photography to the kids of prostitutes in the slums of india, was really inspiring, but the doco that shook me up the most was 'The Age of Stupid', (which everyone should see), about climate change and how serious a problem it actually is. i always thought i was quite environmentally conscious, but it turns out it's not enough just recycling, voting green and saying no to plastic bags. really soon we're all going to die, if we don't reduce our carbon emissions. i looked up the website notstupid.org and aussies are among the worst, especially since john wanker howard refused to sign that kyoto protocol that the rest of the world (excluding usa of course) signed, promising to cut down emissions.

and what really shocked me is that i'm personally one of the worst culprits, since flying is at the absolute top of the list of no-no's. just in the last five years i've caught 34 international flights. apparently that's the carbon emission equivalent to 900 tanzanian people's! and if we lived sustainably, its 80 people's yearly carbon quota.... i feel so guilty! how many thousands of trees would i have to plant to make up for that? and do i have to stop traveling?!!... i ask jerry what he thinks about a solar power company for a business plan. he's not as inspired. when we're rich, when we're rich...

;o)

Thursday, November 26, 2009

share-housing














✬ although we came here for the sunshine, and to escape sweden's miserable autumn, for some reason i was so excited to look out the window this morning and see a dark, grey, cold sky, pouring with rain. it's real snuggle-by-the-fireplace weather. pity our apartment has no heating.

i'll have to get used to the cold, since in two weeks time we're heading to Åre, the ski resort in the north of sweden. we've already got jobs lined up at a restaurant/ bar called 'beefalo's' as well as in a new cocktail bar that's opening up there. jerry's friend is the manager of both places and he's also got a room saved for us in his big 5 bedroom share-house.

back to good old share-housing.... i could write a book just about all the weird housemates i've had over the years, but it would turn out too much like the book 'he died with a falafel in his hand' (which i recommend).

while i was at uni, i lived in multiple share-houses in melbourne. the one that saw the most action was a 4-bedroom victorian hotel, renovated into a beautiful town-house in a cool suburb called fitzroy. i rented it for about three years with two of my good friends, pat and sarah consecutively, but we always had two rooms spare to fill... and we seemed to be continuously kicking someone out or being left in the lurch.

i don't know what it was about that place but it was like a magnet for freaks. our interviews for housemates were like auditions for circus-performers.
amongst one of the line-ups, i remember a genuine, pledged hare-krishna, with the shaved head and proper orange garb; a gay goth who arrived in a black dress but claimed to be a white witch, offering free spells if we gave him the room; and a scary 17 year old goth girl who we were sure would either kill us or herself if we didn't choose her.

of the ones we did choose, the most memorable were; misho, the yugoslavian fashion-design student who had reached some higher spiritual realm and remembered all his past lives: he was a japanese samurai in one, an egyptian warrior protecting some queen in another, and an extra-terrestrial being of some kind in another. interesting that he was never some insignificant balinese peasant or even just an ordinary joe blow from next door...

and then there was sarah from tasmania, otherwise known as 'sarah the slut', who wore only underwear and scarves around the house and hit on every single one of our male friends who visited and then all our boyfriends and even succeeded in sleeping with mine!

i could never have complained about having a boring home life. there was never a dull moment! and i guess share-housing taught me a lot about humanity. it's gonna be interesting to step back into that world again.....

:o)

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

love and war





















♡ most days i'm overflowing with love for jerry, captured; heart and soul, blissfully happy at the thought of spending the rest of my life by his side and grateful to whatever force may be, for the chain of events that led me to meeting him.

today i find myself seething with malevolence towards him.

an argument over a fart and a few cocky comments about the dishes being 'my job' have led to an all-out screaming match, followed by the silent contest, where both of us wait in separate rooms for the other to admit their fault and apologise. jerry's slightly less proud than me and usually gives in. it's also usually his fault so that stands to reason ;o)

in my anger, i decide (as usual), to book a flight home and jerry tells me good riddance, but then steals the internet modem to keep me unconnected. i decide to go on a cleaning strike as of tomorrow.

how easily love can turn into war.... and back to love again with a few small words, a hug and a kiss.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

brownies and blubber




















❆ my bridesmaid's dress (but without the green bits or the flower)








❖ its been brought to my attention (from jerry) that my blog entries have been too long and will deter readers. i sussed it out and it seems that most of the other bloggers i know of do keep their entries brief, sharp and to the point. so i'm gonna give it a go...

for jerry's birthday today i gave him a video/picture slideshow that i'd put together in secret over the last couple of weeks. i had a lot of fun making it, since i have so many hilarious pictures and pieces of video footage of him. when i gave it to him to watch, he was so touched by it that he almost cried. (if you want to to watch it, click here.)

i wanted to bake him a packet-mix cake but discovered to my dismay that spanish supermarkets don't stock them! i experienced a brief moment of shame for not knowing how to bake a real cake from scratch, but it quickly passed. i grabbed a small, ready-made chocolate brownie and shoved a candle in it. we're both too fat anyway.

we've been power-walking and working out at the gym like maniacs, trying to shed this blubber, that's crept up on us and is hanging on for dear life. my inner thighs have never been such intimate friends and jerry's nearly popping shirt buttons. we've really let ourselves go lately! jerry assures me that we'll burn it off in Åre, the swedish ski-resort where we'll be working as of december. as long as i'm slim again for my cousins wedding in february, ill be happy. i refuse to be a fat maid of honour.

;o)

Monday, November 23, 2009

honey, did you go to college?










































♧ i dreamt i was back on the cruise ship and that while anchored at a small port in france, the ship mysteriously turned over and sank. there were only 6 survivors and i was one of them, dragged onto a small rescue boat, wearing only a bikini and having lost every single thing i owned. i only had one suitcase of belongings but i was absolutely devastated for having lost it!

the dream reminded me of one of the VIP guests we had on board the first ship i worked on, who left with 21 suitcases! she ordered two limousines to pick her and her mother up at the port, one for them and the other for their luggage! she bragged to me that amongst that luggage was 70 new pairs of designer high heel shoes and 70 matching designer handbags, all bought throughout the cruise. and it was true.

every year marlene jones and her tiny old mother (also named marlene jones!) did the 110 day world cruise, staying in twin royal deluxe suites. they were old texas oil money, if i remember correctly, and she was a walking barbie-doll; bleached-blonde, solarium-tanned, gym-buff, with silicone boobs and so much botox in her face that she always carried around the same expression: that of flirty arrogance.

she drank martinis for breakfast, lunch and dinner, insisted on reserving the same table in the restaurant each night, despite the no-reservation policy and she also insisted on the same waiter, who she was screwing on the side, even when her 'boyfriend' came on board to visit. i spied her and the waiter walking through the snazzy shopping streets of saint barth's, arms full of designer shopping bags. he was a friend of mine and later told me that she'd handed him her american express card and said 'buy whatever you want'.

on my very first day of work, my colleague warned me 'be careful of marlene. she's such a princess, she thinks she owns the ship!' since my job as 'social hostess' meant i was expected to dine and drink with the guests each night, of course i couldn't refuse marlene's invitations. one night after dining with her party, we retired to the bar for a cocktail (or ten in her case). i told her i'd been living in costa rica the past year and she asked me if i spoke portuguese. 'no, they speak spanish in costa rica, and yes, i did learn a bit', i replied.
'honey, they speak portuguese!' she informed me, condescendingly, in her texan drawl. someone at the table had picked up an old magazine and began reading out the horoscopes. i made a casual remark about how reading old horoscopes is supposed to be bad luck, to which marlene scoffed 'how can it be bad luck if it's already happened?! ...honey, did you go to college?'
later that night i had to carry her bare-foot back to her suite because she was so drunk. she insisted so violently that i have a cigarette with her in her room that i almost did, even though i don't smoke. the next day she floated cockily around the ship as usual and not a word was spoken about the previous evening.

another night over cocktails, she told me that one day during college she felt sick and so her daddy sent a helicopter to pick her up.
im sure if marlene had been on the sinking ship in my dream she'd have been one of the survivors, and i doubt she'd have given a second thought to the loss of any one of her 21 suitcases.

:o)

Saturday, November 21, 2009

vegetarianism











































❄ it's jerry's birthday next week and all he asked of me as a birthday gift was that i stop being vegetarian. he's constantly pestering me about it and claiming that i'm missing out on the best things in life, telling me i can't possibly enjoy eating out at restaurants since i don't eat 'real food' and that i can't speak authoritatively about foreign cuisines because i haven't tried any.... it amazes me that someone can feel as passionately about another's eating habits as jerry does about mine!

i never preach vegetarianism or judge anybody else for their carnivorism, but it's astounding how people always have something to say when they find out i'm vegetarian, whether its questioning my vitamin and mineral intake or interrogating me about my reasons for not eating meat.

as a young uni student, i was more opinionated, political and self righteous and i occasionally enjoyed debating the pro's of a vegetarian diet: the health benefits, the horrors of the slaughterhouse, the barbaric treatment of the animals raised in cages and pumped with hormones, the environmental destruction caused by cattle raising (einstein himself claimed that the most 'environmentally responsible' thing a person could do is to become vegetarian). anyway, the older i get, the less ethical and opinionated i become. i've realised that i'm a hypocrite and so is everyone else and i prefer to just live my life my way and let others live theirs their way.

when people ask me why i don't eat meat, i quickly brush off the subject by saying that i was raised a vegetarian and have since remained that way. to be honest, i remember eating dim sims, salami, and hot dogs on a few occasions as a child but when i was old enough to understand why my mum was a vegetarian, i found myself agreeing with her ideology.

i was quite a sensitive child. i remember once discovering my brother and our neighbour in the front yard burning ants with matches and i ran away weeping at the cruelty of it. so i formally decided to become vegetarian at the age of five, simply because i don't like the idea of killing and eating animals.

it's a pity jerry's birthday wish won't come true, but i'm not gonna start eating meat now, as a birthday present for him or for any other reason.

:o)

Thursday, November 19, 2009

the butterfly effect ❀































❆ i was dragged from the depths of my nightmare this morning by the telephone ringing. a representative from moviestar (vodafone's competition in spain) began in his cheeriest voice to try to persuade me to switch providers. before i could wake up properly, i found myself screaming in sleepy, broken spanish 'I'M NOT INTERESTED!!! YOU CALL ME EVERY DAY AND EVERY DAY I TELL YOU I'M NOT INTERESTED!! TAKE ME OFF YOUR LIST!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!' .....

i normally wouldn't have gotten so angry, its just that its the third day in a row that they've called and he woke me up! i should have had some sympathy for the poor guy who just needed a job and probably gets paid on commission. my first job while at university was doing telesales and i quit after a month because it made me feel so negative- being cursed, sworn and screamed at every five minutes takes its toll! but then i discovered i could have much more fun and make much more money, in the form of tips, working in the bar industry. maybe me screaming at that guy was the last straw and the kick up the arse he needed to go and find a better career.... i probably did him a favour!

i went for my morning run up and around the hill to the exclusive golf course called the 'millionaires club' that looks out over the valley of nueva andalusia, spotted with white-washed spanish villas, orange trees and purple bougainvillea.
it was a fresh morning, raining slightly, but still warm and i was enjoying my run, although becoming slightly more irritated for each sleaze-bag that drove past whistling out some filthy, depraved thing.

the sixth idiot drove slowly past me and pulled up outside the main gates of the golf club, 20 metres ahead. i couldn't be sure if he was a legitimate 'millionaire member' or if he was just waiting there to give me some cheek. fed up with bullshit, i decided to just turn around and head home. five seconds later, i heard the startling sound of screeching tyres. i turned to see a car skid across the wet road and smash directly into the side of the waiting car, right where i would've been walking if i'd not turned back. three more cars screeched to a halt to avoid the collision.

it wasn't a bad crash, but as i continued my run homeward, i pondered the existence of fate, luck, destiny, coincidence and all those things human beings will always ponder....

i also began to wonder how many other sequences of events i've initiated, and lives i've impacted accidentally and without even knowing...

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

exhibitionist








✯ the brazilian dancer costume








✯ the princess leia



















☆ i got a facebook message today from a family friend (bridie) asking me where i got hold of a certain 'brazilian dancer' costume id worn to a party a while back. i couldn't wait for jerry to come home to shove it in his face! ha ha!! im not the only exhibitionist in the world!!!

he's constantly ridiculing me for jumping at the chance to get my clothes off and using every fancy-dress party opportunity to flaunt my body and show as much skin as possible.... i'm not really sure why i enjoy it so much: i guess its the shock element, the thrill of going a bit over the top, causing a stir etc. maybe i'm just an attention seeker at heart...
i wore the (star wars) princess leia bikini to my brother's 21st birthday party, in the middle of winter, that my grandparents were attending... from certain angles it looked like i was wearing nothing. that was probably a bit extreme. in fact i was asked by several people if i had no shame....

but really, don't most girls want to be exhibitionists..? it just takes a bit of courage. i'm a firm believer in 'if you've got it, flaunt it, and if you don't, pretend you do.'

i used to model for a life drawing class once a week. everyone in the class became good friends, we had a laugh, listened to music, stuffed ourselves with coffee and cakes in the breaks and had a fantastic time. the thing i liked best about it was not the naked exposure, but being involved in something so artistic and creative.... jerry refuses to understand this, is convinced that its a perverts haven and has blackmailed me into never doing it again... i tried asking him if one day he'd like to come along and pose with me, but that was the joke of the century...

there is something thrilling and liberating about stripping off. if that makes me an exhibitionist then i'd like to recommend it to everyone!

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

morocco





asilah ✡
























































IM BACK!
did anyone miss me? i'm fishing for some comments please....;o)

✥ jerry's parents have just left and i think they had a really good time. we took them to morocco, backpacker-style; buses, ferries and trains all the way to the small artisans town of 'asilah'. after the long (but fun) journey, we spent the evening wandering the mazes of the medina, then retired to a cheap little hotel with bedbugs, buckets of water in the toilets instead of toilet paper (!) and no towels.... after 2 days without a shower, in african heat, wearing muslim-appropriate clothes, i quickly accomplished my transformation into the sweaty, feral backpacker.

asilah was pretty but it wasn't as exciting as the bigger cities id visited in morocco, and it's low season too, so we were the only tourists in the whole town... but we managed to get a nice little moroccan experience; we rode around town on a horse and cart, drank the sweet mint tea, argued with cab drivers, haggled with hawkers, and marveled at such a different culture.

i'd brought my big SLR camera along, remembering from my last trip what a photographers paradise morocco is. i was expecting to get a whole folio worth of national geographic quality shots but came home with not a single photo i was happy with .....of course i blame my camera ;o). next time i go, i plan on having one of those snazzy new cannon eos 5D cameras that you can just point at anything and get a photographic masterpiece...

anyway its nice to be back home ☺

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

sun sun sun



☺ one of the best pieces of 'engrish' ive ever found! (enlarge to read carefully)






























♧ it was a really nice hot sunny day today, which was a perfect welcome for jerry's parents. we put on a big breakfast banquet on the terrace and then spent the day relaxing by the pool. of course jerry had to show off by pushing me in, knowing i hate getting my hair wet, but that i couldn't get angry at him in front of his parents.

in the afternoon, we walked down to the docks in puerto banus and had ice-cream. jerry did his best effort to save his farts for when i was directly downwind from him, knowing i couldn't get revenge in front of his parents either...

i forgave him because its really cute how excited he is to have his parents visiting. tomorrow we're taking them to morocco. i've been struggling to put together an outfit thats appropriate for hot weather but that also covers legs, arms, cleavage and pretty much all skin. moroccan women must never feel sexy outside their own homes.

i'm going to bed now, but i left you 2 great pieces of 'engrish' above to have a laugh at... :o)

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

nightmares






'dream' by freud


☏ phew! the internet's back on after a full 24 hours of disconnection!!! that was getting a bit scary! how did i ever live without it?

i was actually considering quitting my blog, since i'm going through a bit of a boring phase right now and sometimes i struggle to find something to write about, but i got lots of encouraging messages which persuaded me to continue writing, at least for a little while....

jerry's parents are arriving tonight to stay with us for a week. we've been madly cleaning up the apartment, which was well and truly on its way to the shithouse. we're both really excited about having them here, although jerry's worried about the language barrier, since they don't speak much english. i even caught him on the phone to his mum the other day, ordering her to 'learn english before she comes!' ...but i've dealt with many language barriers in my time and it never really matters.

the shitty thing is we'll have to move back to the single beds, to give them the double. we've both had harrowing nightmares every single night since we arrived in spain, but for some reason, the dreams are the most terrorizing and ungodly in the single beds! i'm almost used to the cold sweats, waking to the sound of my own whimpering, the fantastical shapes that haunt the room, being too scared to fall asleep again lest i fall back into the same nightmare... jerry's are just as bad, so he goes to school sleep-deprived every morning.

last night i had the old recurring high-school nightmare. i'm back in year 12, i'm late for class, i haven't done the essay that's due, i don't know where the classroom is, can't seem to read the timetable, cant find my locker to get my books and when i do eventually find it, i can't remember the combination lock code. then to top it all off, i look down and i'm stark naked.

i have this dream on a very regular basis and its always the most traumatising and anxiety-inducing, which is the oddest thing since i actually enjoyed school, liked most of my teachers and always handed everything in on time. why does this dream haunt me?? ill have to look it up in one of those dream books.... ok, i just googled it and according to freud, it is associated with a project that's important to me (could be the tv show, which we're still having problems with) or it can mean a wish will be granted in my future connected to my studies.....
yay, film-making, film-making!!!!!

;o)

Saturday, November 7, 2009

chinese





me in taiwan ✌

























































✠ jerry's been doing swedish lessons with me the last few days and despite his usual impatience and short temper, he's been a very good teacher.

swedish was never a language i would've chosen to learn... and on a few occasions i've been stumped by the ridiculous vowel pronunciations and cracked the shits, refusing to continue with the lesson.

it's not pretty like french or sexy like spanish or romantic like italian or cute like japanese. i've described it to my swedish friends as a wizardish or elfish language- like the language spoken by the pointy-eared elves on 'lord of the rings'.... all conjuring and spell-casting ...'smurgen slussen heus sleus meusen smeagon'.

but i have to learn it eventually, so i might as well start now when i have so much time up my sleeve. they say that chinese is the best language to learn in this day and age, what with china taking over the world etc... but i marvel at those who've learnt chinese as a second language.

i did one class while i was living in taiwan, realised it was impossible, and quit. i had even considered myself a musical person and quite good with languages, but to learn chinese you'd have to be a genius! for example the word 'ma' said with four slightly different intonations can mean four completely different things; candy, horse, mother, and i cant remember the fourth. and the same goes with all words! what a nightmare!

when i have kids, i'm going to force three languages on them from the very beginning, (in as fun a way as possible). maybe i'll chuck chinese in there. they'll thank me for it later.

Friday, November 6, 2009

melbourne cup






♘ my winning outfit, 2004











































































♘ ive just been browsing facebook and noticed that 'oak's day' has just passed- the best day of the melbourne cup and horse-racing at its finest....although to be honest- does anyone actually watch the horses racing?

oaks day used to be one of my favourite days of the year. i can still feel the buzz of excitement that spreads over the whole city, through all the trams, packed with people on their way to to the races, dressed up as ladies and gentlemen in tuxedo's, cocktail dresses, hats and fascinators, with their picnic hampers full of gourmet nibblies and a bottle of grog hidden somewhere (it's always discovered by the bag-checkers at the entrance, but worth a shot all the same).

the most important thing was to get there as early as possible so as to snatch the best space on the lawn for your picnic blanket. then you'd proceed directly to skull champagne under the blaring hot sun, meanwhile judging and criticizing the outfit of every girl walking past. after all, it's not called 'ladies day' for nothing. of course it's a competition!

one year i went with my swedish girlfriend, jeanette. on her way to the bar, she walked past the snazzy grand-stand, reserved for all the high-roller businessmen and they called her over to tell her they'd unanimously voted her as the best dressed of the day!

later that same day i had my drink spiked (for real) and gained consciousness while walking along the middle of the train tracks in some industrial suburb, still in heels and black evening dress! i was bagless and clueless but unharmed. i found a policeman who i ran to sobbing, but i couldn't remember a single phone number to call for help, which seemed to irritate him so much that he sent me on my way!

apparently i'd told jeanette i was going to the toilet and just never came back! i found my way home in the end, and of course it didn't put me off returning to oaks day the following year! one year i went to the 'tatura cup', the country races, and won the 'fashions on the field' with a vintage outfit i'd put together. i scored a spot on tv and an all-inclusive weekend away at a health resort!

i think jerry would love the melbourne cup. fingers crossed (please immigration!!!) that we can make it next year....

Thursday, November 5, 2009

morocco







✮ marrakesh

































❖ jerry's parents are coming to visit next week and we're thinking about taking them to morocco, since its just a short ferry trip away.

i went to morocco on my first backpacking trip, 8 years ago, and was blown away. it was the most exotic place id ever been and i found myself totally enchanted by the colourful bazaar's, the maze of carpets, glassware and jewellery shops, the smell of incense and a thousand different spices, the outdoor food stalls in the medina where we ate under the stars, surrounded by hawkers, snake charmers and musicians. i promised myself to one day come back.

the thing is, back then i was happy to just pack up my rucksack and jump on a ferry to tangier by myself, knowing id meet other travelers along the way. i caught the overnight train to marrakesh, arrived without a place to stay and ended up in a bunk-bed in a dormitory full of strangers at a crappy youth hostel. and had the time of my life!

nowadays i'm not so good at flying by the seat of my pants. i definitely don't want to stay in a bunk bed at a youth hostel! i looked up accommodation online and was instantly drawn to the funky guesthouse, interior decorated in colourful african/moroccan style with the indoor gardened courtyard where they serve a traditional breakfast.... for €200 per night......

i keep wanting to live the champagne lifestyle on a lemonade budget....and the last time i tried that trick, i maxed out my $15,000 credit card on a summer of parties in barcelona and poor mum, who'd just happened to win the lottery, had to hand over a third of her winnings to bail me out!

they say the secret to having what you want in life, is by wanting less. i'll be happy just to sit in a cafe in féz and drink that sweet mint tea, and watch the people walking past... so if it means i can do that, ill sleep in the scummy bunk bed.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

scammers







not happy ☹








♔ does anyone know of any international entertainment lawyers?
it seems the dramas are not over yet.

a certain 'party', (who will remain nameless so as to avoid accusations of slander), are trying to royally screw us over in regards to a certain creative tv project that i'm involved in. just as things were looking up and possibilities for further sales were emerging with a fabulous new 'party', (who were also the first to buy the project), this old 'party' panicked and decided to try to sell us out and ruin any chances of us ever making money out of the said project.

classic scenario of the big corporate giant trying to step all over the little people who they believe don't have the power to fight back.
not in this case mister. we'll take them to court even if i have to sell a kidney to do it.
i dont care about their fancy shmancy team of top-notch wanking lawyers. two things exist in this world that everybody knows instinctively- RIGHT and WRONG.
and they can't win.

:o(

Monday, November 2, 2009

halloween partying










































































✩ i managed not only to convince jerry to come out partying for halloween, but also to dress up in a costume!! (my all-time favourite and his all-time least favourite thing). i absolutely love seeing what i can create, just using my own normal things. on this occasion it was:

1 little black dress
1 black sarong, used to tie around the head, turban style
1 1/2 pairs of gold earrings (one used as a head piece)
1 gold chain vest (ok, this isn't really a normal thing.... i made it myself by draping and joining a heap of gold chains together)

i was pretty happy with the overall effect! jerry's sheik costume was just two bed sheets, a pillow case and a pink sarong!

we caught a taxi down to the port with jerry's classmate sofie. it was so extraordinarily foggy outside that i asked the taxi driver what the deal was and he responded 'es halloween!'
since we hadn't partied in so long, we got drunk after the first two beers and were probably home by midnight! i was so smashed i woke up the next day wondering if we'd gone out at all.... apparently i passed out on the kitchen floor when we got home and refused to come to bed, so jerry had to drag me, kicking and screaming!

the hangover was so shocking we decided it just isn't worth it anymore.... these days i'd much prefer to for example have a dinner party at home than to go out drinking in bars...
am i getting old and boring?

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