babies and bunnies

❉ yesterday i took miss A to putney to meet jerry. she sat happily on his lap in the thai restaurant while he taught her to play 'angry birds' on his iphone. he fed her some chocolate buttons, asked her how old she was, (to which she proudly exclaimed 'two and a half!'), and that's all it took to totally win her over. as she slept in the pusher, he told me she must be the cutest kid in the whole world.... i swear he's clucky!

she is an absolutely adorable kid and because of this i've found that i don't mind so much being a nanny any more! ive been teaching her yoga, painting her face as a different animal each day and  dragging her around wherever i want to go; on shopping trips down kings road, to museums, to meet my friends for lunch, out for coffee (she loves her babyccinos!)... listen to me, going on about the kid like a boring mum! ... though i really love her, i'm far from ready to have my own kids and i cant actually imagine a time when i will feel ready! if it's gonna happen, it'll have to be by accident!

jerry and i finally found an apartment in putney, which we accepted yesterday. its a little one bedroom flat, very rough around the edges but also cheap and we're thinking that it's gonna be a fun project to do it up ourselves! it needs a new sofa, table, chairs, basically everything!... but it'll be a fun mission, finding bargains in ikea, on gumtree and in local charity shops, doing some painting, being creative... i'm looking forward to it!

EXCITING NEWS!!!! i just got a call from playboy congratulating me for getting through to the next stage of the bunny casting!!!!!! aaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!
the next event is a cocktail party at the casino which i'll be hostessing at. the guests will be all the senior bosses of playboy and london clubs and the dress code is 'cocktail chic'.... oh my god!! how exciting!... and definitely a new-dress occasion!

yippeeeee!!!
:o)

inbetween

 

❉ lately i haven't been at all inspired to write my blog and even considered quitting it altogether.. but i know it's just a phase and it will pass...
i must remember the times when sitting down and doing some creative blog-writing has been my most favourite thing...

i guess its because i'm in an 'inbetween' phase right now. the wedding is creeping closer and there's so much to organise; i'm still waiting to hear back from the house of G regarding the reality TV show; i'm anxiously awaiting to see whether i got through the playboy bunny casting and now we've decided to move house to the other side of the city, where we can be closer to work, and live by ourselves....
my whole life feels in limbo!

i think a new flat will cheer me up.. i love moving house; unpacking, decorating, settling in, starting a fresh... as a kid i lived in 8 different houses in 3 different states, as well as a campervan for a good while. mum and dad seemed to be always chasing some sort of dream, which meant we travelled around the country til we finally ended up back in their home town. i used to love boxing my things up, riding on the sofas that were loaded onto the truck trailer as my dad drove to the new house (that mustn't have been illegal in the '80s!); racing my brother in to each new house to shotgun the best bedroom; setting out my dolls, my jewellery boxes, my books, my rubber collection; exploring the back yard and then jumping on our bikes to explore the neighbourhood.

even since i moved out from mum and dad's, i've lived in 15 houses (in 8 countries) plus 2 ship cabins!! i think it's fair to say that moving house is a bit of a hobby!

at the moment i have my heart set on putney, where my friend igne is moving, and which seems like such a gorgeous little english village on the river, with its hilly main street lined with cafes and florists... apartments get snapped up so fast though that we have to be quick to even get a look..

hopefully we'll find the perfect flat soon and i can jump out of limbo and into the start of a new phase...

:o)

birthday week

❀ just like last year, i managed to stretch my birthday into a long birth week celebration..
thirty deserves at least a week to process doesnt it....?
at midnight of the 15th i began fishing for birthday wishes at work, determined to milk every last minute of birthday attention possible. i told all my VIP guests, of course, who were offering me dom perignon along with their congratulations.

one of the promo girls asked me how old i was and when i told her she choked 'oh god!! ...at least you're engaged!'.... i pondered her meaning for a little while. is that really all ive got? safety from the dreaded bridgett jones spinster status....? i guess i possibly would be freaking out even more if i were single and thirty.

i hadnt planned on having a party, but at the last minute jerry and my colleagues from the club talked me into drinks at gem bar in soho, which of course turned into a few more and a few more... apparently when jerry finally dragged me into a taxi i insisted on sitting on the floor of the vehicle instead of in the seat and refused to let jerry stop for mcdonalds. then at home the only thing we had to eat was muesli and jerry found me bawling my eyes out, milk and muesli running down my face, sobbing that i'd wished we'd stopped at mcdonalds...

on wednesday jerry and i enjoyed my complimentary birthday dinner for two at babylon (a virgin perk) along with wine and scrumptious cocktails...
then tonight, as part of my birthday present, jerry took me out for a delicious italian meal in covent garden and then to see Priscilla at the palace theatre in the west end! it was wonderful wonderful wonderful!!!...the costumes, the sets, the choreography, the singers....!! for the finale when all the dancers came out dressed as australian flowers and animals i got a huge lump in my throat and my eyes welled up with tears. i realised that australia will always be wrapped around my heart, ready to pull the strings at any time to make me miss it.

thank you to everyone who made my birthday such a happy one. i wish you all happiness in return! most especially to my darling jerry who gave me his first card, (a picture of a man with a big rooster with 'this man has a big cock' written underneath), and who i love so much for spoiling me rotten, never saying no to me, letting me do whatever i want and loving me for exactly who i am.

:o)

to a new decade...

❀ today's the last day of my 20's...
i can't quite accept it...
dirty thirty seems such a huge transition, though everyone tells me you don't feel any different...
i imagine there'll be some sort of click within and all of a sudden my brain will tell me its time to grow up now, which is something i've been fighting wildly for a while...

over my morning porridge and coffee, two huge bunches of flowers arrived at my door, one from my family, the other from my old friend (and bridesmaid to be), sarah. i was so surprised and happy and touched at such loveliness that i was jumping around the kitchen in joy and even managed to motivate myself to go to my belly dance class which ive missed the last 3 weeks! we're doing a great routine in class right now, which i want to buy the music for to practise at home... my friend abas told me that if i want i can perform at his turkish restaurant, but i need much more practise before i can take something like that on!

i'm still not sure if i want to celebrate my birthday...  jerry's promised to take me to the theatre, which im very excited about but he also thinks i should have a small party at a cocktail bar... we'll see...

i have a stash of unopened presents in my wardrobe, which have arrived in the mail and i cant wait to tear them open tomorrow! (thank you to my mum & dad, nanna & poppa, donna and yvonne!)...  

cheers to another decade!
xoxoxo

bunny casting

✰ the bunny casting was held at a big casino in leicester square... i was running late from spending way too long on my hair and was stressing to death on the tube... i ran pushing through the crowd to the casino entrance, threw off my flats and threw on my highest heels and slipped into the place at 2 o'clock on the dot.

i was super nervous and totally high on adrenalin and excitement. it was a very professional event: life-size bunny cut-outs were positioned throughout the casino, leading the way to the function room where all the big bosses from playboy and london clubs were there to meet and select 80 bunnies out of 2000 applicants!!

there were 20 girls at this casting and the ones i talked to were so friendly and lovely! we started off by watching a powerpoint presentation about the history of the playboy club which was really interesting. i did some further youtubing back home and found out that the london playboy club was the height of decadence back in the swinging 60's and it was a huge status symbol to have membership. i watched youtube clips of 1960's bunnies with their tiny waists, hot-rollered hair and black-and-white-movie accents,  dancing the twist, greeting guests at the door and serving cocktails doing the classic 'bunny dip' .... in their dressing rooms they smoked vogue cigarettes and talked about their weekly wage of £35 (without tips) which back then was twice the average weekly wage(!)..
many of them were swept off their feet by millionaires and celebrities, though they officially weren't allowed to date their customers. one bunny is asked in an interview does she not think its degrading to women to dress in those outfits, to which she responds 'we wear far less at the beach'.

my good old mum is really excited about the job and has done her own research on the role of the bunnies, assuring me its a very classy role, somewhat similar to a geisha.. i like that comparison... (both are non-sexual jobs just in case anyone's been misinformed..)

the casting event was one big fun day full of activities designed to let the bosses see our personalities shining.. in small groups we wrote and performed singing telegrams on different topics, did maths tests and colour tests with casino chips (bunnies are also trained to be croupiers)... we each tried on a mock bunny outfit and did a photoshoot with the photographer and finally we did one-on-one interviews with one of the bosses. mine went really well since he and i shared many similar interests and the interview was more like a casual but interesting conversation between friends. i came out feeling like he'd really liked me. nevertheless, im not getting too excited since there are 200 more potential bunnies going through the casting process.

i left feeling way too buzzed to go home, so instead i met jerry and sandy at our friend abas's restaurant for a turkish mezze dinner followed by cocktails at my girlfriend igne's bar. she even invented a 'bunny' cocktail especially for me, which was delicious and she refused to divulge the ingredients.

keep your fingers crossed for me!!

♥

movie week

❅ this week's been movie week.. i forced jerry to watch the amazing (and disturbing) 'black swan'....
i absolutely love natalie portman, more for each movie she makes! i decided that in my hypothetical world, if there was ever a movie made about me i'd like natalie portman to play me.

then my girlfriend igne and i went to see 'burlesque' in leicester square on thursday, with cocktails before and afterwards of course. we knew it would be corny and were mainly interested in the dances and burlesque costumes, since a while ago we'd both decided to start burlesque classes. i'm starting the course at 'burlesque baby' next month bot unfortunately igne cant join me because of work :o( ....

i'd originally become interested in burlesque because of the movie set i was working on (miss mia meows) where i met annette , who's a big name in the london burlesque scene and who teaches at burlesque baby. she was so amazing looking in her feathery corsetted costume and coifed red hair, she looked like she'd stepped straight out of the 1950's. even in her regular clothes she was a picture of vintage elegance. she was also a lovely girl and entertained us with hilarious stories including one about a one-night-stand she'd had with a cute photographer guy and the next morning when she woke up, she saw his bedroom in daylight and his walls were covered in framed photographs of her, taken from the internet!!!  he'd been obsessed with her and had finally managed to track her down and seduce her! she got out of there really quick!

i told her a story from when i was in high school, and we had an older friend who had his own flat where we used to all hang out and party. one day i found a match box on his coffee table, opened it up and inside was a ball of rolled up blonde hair. i asked the friend 'what the hell is this?' and he admitted to me that it was my hair... that every time id borrowed his hairbrush he'd scraped my hair out of it and kept it in that box! being all of 17 years old i was flattered rather than freaked out and thought it was pretty cool to have someone obsessed with me.

last night i met up with my good old friend dan, who's normally too busy for me, but made time to meet me to celebrate his birthday. (only joking dan!! i know you've been busy and i have been too)... we saw '127 hours' and then spent the rest of the night in a cosy pub with open fire, drinking pints while catching up on months of gossip and reminiscing good times in japan.. we promised each other that this year we'll make more effort at catching up.

have a nice weekend everyone!
love, love
xx

searching for bunnies

❅ jerry's killing for a holiday. i suggested a nice mini-break to a lovely historic mansion/hotel in the english countryside... he laughed in my face. though i'd love to explore the land of my heritage and see those grand buildings that make up the settings for all the period dramas i love watching, jerry has absolutely zero interest in anything to do with the UK.

he's craving sunshine and has been browsing holiday packages to tenerife and grand canary.. also very tempting i have to say... if only we weren't so impoverished because of the damned wedding budget! ....ok, we're not impoverished- that's not fair to all those who truly are slumming it. we lead a good life, we just both need some excitement right now...

in search of something to stimulate me, i jumped on my old fave website gumtree...  i'd been considering italian classes since i've always enjoyed studying italian and am losing it from never practising... and through the gumtree classifieds i managed to organise a language exchange with an italian girl named claudia who'll ill meet once a week for coffee and language! yay!

in my browsing, i also stumbled across an advertisement for the new high-profile Playboy club/casino, opening soon in mayfair, for which they're seeking bunnies.....
hmmm... playboy bunnies hey?.....
did the ad spark my interest? ...of course it did! ...not only for the classic iconic uniforms which are timelessly sexy, the history and reputation of the company and the vision of tips tips tips... but  i figured.. i've got a bit of free time in which i could be working... what the hell? i can be a bunny!
i sent off my CV and today received a response: mine was among those chosen from the thousands of applicants and would i like to come to a casting event on monday?
how much fun!
 :o)

resolutions shmesolutions

 







❅ i was determined to turn over a new leaf in 2011, since the wedding countdown has reached the five month point, and i'd already composed a mental list of new years resolutions, the three main ones being:
1) quit junk food (in particular chocolate)
2) minimum of four gym workouts a week (including spinning classes, which everyone warns me is vomitously hard, but very effective)
3) less binge drinking...

i had high hopes for the feeling this fresh new life would bring me... i imagined the new me: glowing with good health and happiness, sporting a trim gym-body, feeling fit and agile like a wild animal and free from post-alcohol depression and anxiety...
however, due to my pathetic lack of will power, in just the fifth hour of the new year i was already pissed on champagne and gorging columbian chocolates at our after-work party.

new years eve at the club was so much fun, even though we were working... i had some really friendly VIP guests, i danced around on the VIP sofa on the countdown, popping streamers, and received a million happy-new-year hugs and kisses from all my lovely colleagues.... and of course, i was with jerry, which is always nice.
after the club closed we all stayed back to drink champagne and dance until 7am.

jerry's swedish friend My and her girlfriend were visiting from barcelona and came to stay with us yesterday. we went out with them and sandy, one of our bosses, for a thai dinner, drinks at a cocktail bar and then partying at a club called 'egg' near our house. my is the most hilarious person and had me in tears of laughter all night, doing her party-trick boob-dance, making hilarious swenglish comments, trying to do fanny farts in the elevator, pretending to be a famous russian singer (and making me pretend to be russian as well) to a group of guys at egg who's private table we wanted to steal, and telling us hilarious stories about her wacky friend who threw a pooh in a hot-dog roll on a roof to watch it melt, and carried a raw steak to a club in her handbag to pull out and slap a guys face with.

we got home at 7am again, totally smashed, and slept 3-in-the bed with sandy who i woke in the morning by accidentally spilling a glass of water all over. we wallowed all day at home in our filthy hangovers while sandy had to go to work, the poor thing.

so anyway i've decided i'm going to start the new years resolutions as of tomorrow :o)....