to blog or to blogger off?

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Recently I have resisted the temptation to write here in order to re assert who has control of the blogging situation. I found myself looking at my life thinking “oh that would make a great blog” or “oh no, today wasn’t that exciting, I have nothing to blog about.” I hope to avoid the personal pressure of writing a daily or weekly blog to ensure that I only write at times when I have something genuinely interesting to say… I understand that the entire two people who read this lead moderately busy lives and therefore do not want to be held up as I blab on about something totally uninspiring and bland. If I have nothing to write, I simply won’t write. This brings me to today, I really have nothing to say. My room has returned to its usual messy state, men are frustrating and fabulous, work is busy, tea is awesome and all the conversation that occurs in my home is related to wedding plans. Therefore, from where I am standing everything is normal in the world making it a good time to hit the hay!

Oh, check this out http://jafablog.typepad.com/ a taxi driver in Sydney blogs about his experiences, I find it fascinating. Everyone has always thought that taxi drivers must see some pretty crazy stuff, now we can hear it from the horse’s mouth!
p.s. I suggest you continue to read my blog even if you do decide you enjoy the blogs of the taxi driver, I can be interesting too. Share the love!!

Mmmmm Thai

Last night I ordered my Thai take away online! All I did is run (or hop) up the stairs, click a few little buttons and typed in the following instructions for delivery man “Dear Delivery person, please make sure our Thai is yummy, hot and kept away from our dog Sasha. Please come to the room with the light on. Thank you very much; we’re looking forward to it!! See you soon, The Thailovers!” Who knew that you could not only do most things without leaving your house, you can also avoid talking to people all together and still get your delicious dinner delivered to your door. Life if becoming more and more convenient for people with agoraphobia, hopefully all these home delivery services through the internet are not breading social problems. Like me, sitting at home writing my blog haha. I have an injured foot, what’s your excuse?
P.s I highly recommend Season Thai Gordon at http://www.seasonthai.com.au/ their Salt and Pepper Squid wasn't the best but everything else was out of this world! Best thing is no charge for delivery to some areas.

Take Whatever: What's your talent?

I was reminded today that I had not blogged in a while. I then looked at my profile and realized that up until now I have had 47 profile views (pretty exciting) so anyway here goes.

Through pure laziness and unwillingness to focus on a show of substance, I found myself watching Australia’s got talent earlier in the week. Being a massive fan of musical theatre I, like the judges, was swept off my feet by a 12 year old girl’s rendition of “Popular” from the musical “Wicked”.

I find it unbelievable that at such a young age children are blessed with talents that, for the moment, they are too young to comprehend. Have a look, if you don’t love her I’d have to assume you were a little loopy!


See what I mean! Anyway this awakening got me thinking about talents, surprise, surprise! Isn’t it amazing that it seems to take a show like this for countries to stop and identify that, hiding in unsuspecting pockets all over the world, are people with secret gems, gifts of their own waiting to be shared, like chickens sitting on fresh eggs. The astonishing is that they may not be aware of their abilities yet, or they may never recognize them themselves , let alone have it seen by others.

It astounds me that, on occasion people become reluctant to share their talents with others. Is tall poppy syndrome so prevalent that people can’t play the talent card without feeling the wrath of envois onlookers? To Brianna bishop, at the time she walked on stage and performed her song, there is no possible way she could have envisaged all the smiles she would soon put on people’s faces as they paused the mundane activities of their daily lives for a moment to share in her experience. In a way, it was disheartening to watch the world stop in such astonishment over Susan Boyle, as, why shouldn’t we expect people from ordinary lives hold amazing gifts ready to be shared with anyone willing to listen.

Hopefully, shows such as these, encourage people to come forward on whatever level and acknowledge their abilities, allowing at least one other person to experience their success with them. I find that talents are more willingly accepted if they are tangible. If you can’t sing, you can’t dance, can’t write or manipulate your body in crazy and somewhat disturbing ways, people may not be as accepting of what you have to offer. I think confidence in your abilities is the first step in sharing them more fully. Maybe that’s a good place to start.

Take Ten: Messy Mind Madness

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After months of having a disgusting messy room I have finally restored it to its original form. It feels damn good!!! I am looking forward to climbing into my freshly made bed tonight with my crisp sheets and fluffy bed spread. I woke up this morning and knew where my clothes were. This meant I had so much extra time I slotted in breakfast, made a salad and had a play with little Sasha. I felt better about myself knowing that my jeans had been hanging rather than kicking around the floor.

When I did hospitality we were told that a messy cooking space created a messy meal. I must say, a messy room equals a messy mind. The filing cabinets in my brain are finally thanking me now everything has its spot. Although not all my thoughts are sorted, complete, or ordered at least they are getting closer to where they are supposed to be. So to my fellow mess makers, clean your rooms. Believe it or not you may actually enjoy the outcome.

Take Nine: Bubble Boy

This morning waking up was a huge struggle. After re setting my alarm 5 times I finally gave in to the light creeping through my curtains. My dad was nagging (sorry dad), my milk had run out, there were no left overs for lunch and all together it was not my morning. I arrived at my 9:30 specialist appointment proud of myself for arriving with time to spare, only to find that they had told me the wrong location and my doctor was at another hospital today. I made arrangements to go straight to the other location and they agreed to slot me in on arrival due to their stuff up. After pushing through traffic, finding a park, paying too much for the park, finding the clinic, and watching a sleazy man hit on the receptionist for 13 minutes, I finally met with my doctor to find out that it was “probable” that I would require surgery on my foot within the next few weeks but I would have to wait on a MRI scan. Woop de do. What a great way to start the day! Obviously this was the last news I wanted to hear as this time last year I was in emergency waiting to have my gallbladder out. Lucky for me I had many people around to remind me how hopeless and accident prone I am, so helpful. All my life people have laughed as they make snide remarks to me or my mum about how I “should have been wrapped in cotton wool from birth”, or how I am a good candidate to be the first “bubble girl”.


This got me thinking about the bubble boy, wondering if my extensive list of previous injuries would allow me to become a member of some exclusive “Unco’s Only Club”, UOC- it has a good ring to it don’t you think?


Anyway, with a little bit of Wikipedia action I was able to feel less sorry for myself. Turns out this poor child by the name of David Vetter lived his entire life in a bubble. At 10 seconds old he was placed into a plastic cocoon only to be touched by plastic gloves until moments before his death at age 12 when, while he was in a coma, his mother finally touched him with her bare hand. This little boy had always wanted to try Coke after seeing it on TV and hearing about it from his friends. It was one of the first things he asked for when he was taken out of the bubble before he died but the doctors said no due to his frail condition. This child spent his life as a science experiment, often becoming a bit of a celebrity attraction as they visited to have a stare at the fascinating yet barbaric situation. After hearing the expression “bubble boy” for years I had never fully understood the horrendous context it evolved from. So, a little heads up, you do not want to be the next person to use that expression around me.


Tomorrow when I wake up I should embrace the sun knowing I am not in a controlled environment which prevents me from feeling different temperatures. I should be glad that if my dad nags I can give him a good whack without worrying about encountering fatal germs, I should be greatful I have had the opportunity to try milk and a variety of food even if I’m not in the mood for toast, and finally I should attempt to see the positives in my bung foot. I had the opportunity to travel the world, where I stuffed my foot having the time of my life.

Take Eight: Tea- A Cup of Life

I have to say, tea really is a cup of life, and possibly the solution to all the world's problems. After an exhausting day I arrived home in that awkward time of the evening. Everyone is familiar with this moment, when you realise it is too late for a snack but dinner is almost ready. My mind was a jumble and the idea of deciding what to nibble just seemed too much for my brain to bear. Pondering what would help me last until dinner I decided that tea and Tim Tams were the answer. I opened the Tim Tam tin to find my trusty brother in law had cleaned them out again. Slightly disheartened by this I proceeded to make myself a milky, sweet cup of perfection. Immediately I felt revived, to top it all off, my mug of choice was ready and waiting for me rather than abandoning me for the dishwasher.
So I have to say, thank you Mr Twinings, with or without Tim Tams you continue to be heaven in a mug.
Every sly comment I am subjected to about how I am a control freak when it comes to the order in which my tea is constructed is well and truly worth it when I sit down to my mug of peace and quiet.
It seems that I am not at all alone in my love of a cuppa, I was astonished by the number of quotes online about the timeless goodness that is tea.
Here are my favorites:
1. There is no trouble so great or grave that cannot be much diminished by a nice cup of tea. ~Bernard-Paul Heroux
2. Tea...is a religion of the art of life. ~Okakura
3. Tea's proper use is to amuse the idle, and relax the studious, and dilute the full meals of those who cannot use exercise, and will not use abstinence. ~Samuel Johnson
4. There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea. ~Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady
5. If you are cold, tea will warm you. If you are too heated, it will cool you. If you are depressed, it will cheer you. If you are excited, it will calm you. ~Gladstone, 1865

Take Seven: Races fever!

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Yesterday, my friend and I treated ourselves to a day at the races. This is pretty much the perfect day in my mind. Lets take a look at the obvious benefits

1) Daytime drinking: after drinking yesterday for roughly 12 hours I woke up this morning feeling perfect!!! It’s currently 8:00am and I am as right as rain!

2) Girls in dresses: Yesterday I think I saw every dress currently for sale in Sydney. Not joking! Every style of dress and accessory was on show. There were people wearing fascinators twice the size of their heads! Personally I am a huge people watcher and seeing how tan in a can and a pretty dress can change a girl’s self esteem from zero to hero in seconds never ceases to amaze me!

3) Boys in suits: Even the saddest looking males can feel spunky in a suit. If fitted properly a basic black suit and shirt can make a hedgehog look spiffy! Above all this, yesterday I found that suits make males more gentlemanly. I lapped it up as men stepped out of the way, or held open the door as ladies past- even if it was only so they could get a cheeky stare from behind. If this is what the world used to be like I think I could handle it.

4) Talking: I openly admit I am quite the little chatter box. When clubbing, it is hard to ear bash people over the sound of whatever doof doof is playing. Yesterday I had some of the best conversations with randoms ever! It seems that when you socialize throughout the day people become more real and approachable. Yesterday we met an awesome bunch of randoms when we realized we were all waving our tickets in the air yelling “go number two!!”. Even though our horse didn’t place, I felt like a winner, I made new drinking buddies, whilst enjoying the opportunity to scream and yell like an idiot publicly, about something I knew nothing about.

5) Finally, I’ve never been a gambler but betting on the horses has to be the way to do it. Yesterday I could not wipe the smile off my face! After grinning like a maniac for 8 hours straight I am surprised I can move my mouth this morning. I got a huge thrill out of pushing through a sea of people to the TAB whilst debating with a stallion of the male form about which horse would win based on their pretty names. Then we faced the mad rush back to the green as the red lights were flashing and the race was about to start. I ended my betting days $2.50 down but I think that is a small price to pay...

All in all, the races are a great day out! Hopefully next weekend I will be standing on the green, wearing a funny hat, once again screaming about something I know nothing about.

Take Six... Travel Bugs

In recent times I have found that it is common for people from my demographic to have friends all over the world. Currently my friends have been stolen by America, Holland, Canada, France, Mexico, Scotland, New Zealand and finally the biggest friend thief of them all, England- specifically London! Once you combine all the communication technologies available it is a wonder we even notice people have left home soil. We can Skype, email, Facebook and text travelling friends as if they were living around the corner. In my parent’s generation if someone went travelling it basically meant that apart from the occasional postcard, those back home would rarely hear from their loved ones. This meant that a big farewell party was necessary. Having just completed roughly four years filled with 21st cellebrations I am now faced with “farewell party” season. Another welcomed excuse to drink too much, stay out all night and laugh as friends fly out of Sydney still tipsy following the events of the previous evening. For me, farewell parties such as these are followed by a day recovering, moping about how much I will miss my friend. Then, less than 24 hours later, text messages and phone calls begin roll in, alas, it’s as if they never left! I’m not complaining about this at all, in fact- I love it! Sitting up all night feels completely justified if you are talking to a friend overseas. Thanks to Facebook we can share in every traveler’s experience as photo updates serve to remind us of what we are missing out on. But what is the effect of this on those who stay home?

I sit here loving my job but not feeling as settled as I should. I can only link this to the after effects of the travel bug. I speak from experience. I am lucky to hold a passport full of stamps. I have been to roughly 100 cities in 15 countries. For me, the only thing threatening to uproot my newly planted career tree is exposure to the international adventures of my friends. I am in the habit of looking up flights all over the world as I procrastinate by dreaming about far away adventures. I feel that once issued with passports, patrons should receive the following warning.

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Take Five... Drinking

I can't write for long because I am getting ready for a big girls night... I will update you when I recover. I think this secret on postsecret is perfet for me and one of my best friends!