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I love her...

La dolce vita

IN LOVE WITH

COME BACK PHOEBE!!

i think i can safely admit to having minor nervous breakdown in response to phoebe philo's leaving chloe without fear of being scorned? absolutely selfish of me, but my first thought was "i haven't got anything by phoebe philo for chloe yet!" followed by "ooh, maybe she'll do maternity wear?" (not that i will be expecting anytime soon, ha! but still...)

Enter stage left:

TA-DAAAH!!!

net-a-porter's "last chance" archives

don't you knick my pair of chloe jeans though!!

organiser bunny

To do (sat) :
decide what to wear; fix hair (so not feelin' it right now); nails (chip nails are strictly verboten)
pick up prints
lunch w kathryn (somewhere with lots of space-her voice travels, containment in confined areas makes it worse)
gym w karen
dinner w karen
drinks at 333
something else i'm supposed to do.....

....ah yes... the phonebill.... oh pooh..

You eat cookie?

"The problems at hand aren't the biggest issues -- focus on preventing future bugs" - today's horoscope from my friendster

not bad really, i like my friendster horoscopes (leo, by the way, refer to my hair - it's true, leos are big on hair) i'm not the type to phone up astrologers etc., but i like picking out the good horoscopes and seeing what everyone else got...

my girlfriend's 4 year old (also my ex's nephew by the way) gave me an excellent fortune on tuesday night

"You will be travelling and coming into a fortune"

OK! So Mr 4 year old (Mr 4), got the chinese cookie (there is actually no such thing as fortune cookies.. also inaccurate is the concept of chop suey, or singapore noodles - call me pedantic if you must, but there is just NO SUCH THING) and i got the fortune, just the way i like it...

This is the last fortune i got, from singapore... to be honest i wasn't quite impressed. No one likes to hear the "L" word in any statement when one has just started recovering from the horror of watching a relationship flush itself down the squat toilet SLOWLY. As my mates from Israel say, "Oei..." Nevertheless, i keep it in my wallet, for the smiley faces.

Thursday 20 July

WELL... after all night obsessing over FLICKr like a deranged woman, wake up this morning to find the site is temporarily down.

SIGH...

Oh well, so far am catalogueing photographs from the India trip, but I'm going to get some photographs taken in China, Laos, and Vietnam printed today. My painting classes start this Monday night, Dad's birthday tomorrow, my gorgeous girlfriend's birthday drinks on Saturday and something else needs to be done that I'm forgetting.

Ah, phonebill. Oh poo....

Currently reading "Clouds Among the Stars"by Victoria Clayton. I've read it about 8 times but I just adore the British charm of it.

Current Friends marathon status: Season 6. Noone actually knows how many times I have watched Friends. I wouldn't say I'm a fan, but it cheers me up. I like the pretty colours. If I had my own place, I may just paint the walls purple.

Today's insight from the Dalai Lama:

"For a person who cherishes compassion and love, the practice of tolerance is essential, and for that, an enemy is indispensable. So we should be grateful to our enemies, for it is they who can best help us to develop a tranquil mind."

Today's outfit: my lee jeans (blue wash) tucked into dark brown boots, tangerine singlet under chunky draped V-front Fornarina knit, glass bauble necklace from India, mama's diamond ring (hey, she volunteered it!), red nails and Lancome lipgloss

I SPY

Last night went to the gym with fellow single pal Karen, or KARRREEENNNNN!! on Friday nights as she is known at afterwork drinks. It must be the hormones I suppose, that makes us roll down the car window to get a better look at random blokes driving by. Mind you they do it too so it seems fair. It was only when I actually stopped the car upon sighting a more promising pedestrian that it all seemed abit ridiculous. Between the two of us we know more people than it would seem possible and yet we are still perving on complete strangers instead of doing what we should be doing, which for me would be, driving in a straight line, and for Karen, calling up all the boys and having them parade down the highway for us to award points. We could have several categories:

hotness, cuteness,

babyfaced, cut, good hair, charming,

nice walk, dress sense, and um,

hotness.

But we aren't single for no good reason, I'd marry a man if his mother was a good cook...indonesian food being my absolute fav. I have not met one to my liking yet. Meanwhile, this is just really fun to do. It's like 'I SPY' for singletons. Well, not even just singletons. OK, it's just 'I SPY'.

So after an hour at the gym Karen and I pissed off to Chinatown for yummy yummy Taiwanese food.

Doesn't matter how cute a guy is, I'll stop the car for him, but I won't be getting out unless he has a plate of dumplings too.

Oh! And some stir fried spinach. Mmmm and noodles... And some chicken curry.....

I don't date, I shop

Someone somewhere in sydney (ooh alliteration... !! yes i do know big words) is prancing around in MY Scanlan & Theodore bright fuschia scooped-neck knitted top. I saw it on Thursday night, hanging on the rack and it was just love at first sight.
Now let this be a lesson to anyone who trumpets on about careful decision making:
Went home that night and the next morning (after dreaming i was already wearing it over slim cigarette pants and bright glass beaded necklaces around my throat) i drove back to the store to find it was gone. GONE.
GONE.
Not even a goodbye note...
Absolutely beyond melancholic...
However, am not one to just sit and mope over spilt milk, or stolen fuschia knitwear... there was a beautiful sheer turtleneck knit in the exact same shade with beautiful bell-shaped sleeves hanging in its place.
Wore it that very night to Privilege Bar under a navy blue scoop neck top with bright Indian glass necklaces over my Miss Sixty jeans and Prada suede purple ankle boots...
Sorted

SALES

Current sales in SYDNEY LAND

MYERS good for stocking up on underwear, $2 a pair and the like, i found a pair of DKNY for $10 that i always wanted, i wouldn't recommend buying miss shop gear until they get discounted, it's all a rip off of topshop, warehouse etc...

GENERAL PANTS reasonable, picked up some good blouses for around $25 each, you can get cheap jeans

CHANEL but invites only, mascaras for $5 (BLISS!)

KOOKAI having a good (by their standards) sale

think SASS & BIDE are due for one soon too, i'm waiting for SCANLAN & THEODORE

interview at 3pm today for a bridal boutique...deciding what to wear

Don't worry, I like me this way

Minor issues

1. I have an intense dread of corduroy. I have incredibly bad reactions to corduroy pants, especially baggy ones in drab colors. Any colors. If they are well fitted the reaction is less awful but I do feel some discomfort. This is on other people, I myself object to wearing corduroy clothing. Although, having said that, I did have a pair of pale grey cord shoes from Royal Elastic that I adored.Shoes, OK; pants, NO. Unless you are my girlfriend’s 4 year old running around a playground.
2. I don’t like the numbers 4 or 10. It started as a Chinese superstitious quirk. Now I avoid the numbers 40, 44, 444, 14 as well. I don’t take pieces of fruit in 4s, 10s, 14s (no one should, by the way, anything more than 5 at a time looks like hoarding) or anything that I can add up to 4, like 2 and 2. I don’t hold stretches in counts of 10. I don’t book flights on the 4th or the 14th (or the 10th of course). I’d rather not stay in a guesthouse that is no.4. And on and on it goes. It drove my ex insane. All the more reason to continue I suppose.
   He leans to the side to fart. It’s not an artform honey, it’s gas, you don’t need a whole ritual to welcome it. Should we do a whole song and dance before we sneeze? Do we have drumrolls for burps? Should we frame the things you dig out of your nose? Answer is no. Of course he would say that just because I don’t have gas (it’s true, I’m biologically a freak of nature; I also never ever get bitten by insects), what would I know. In addition to this, he would also take the chance to remind me that he is always right, I’m always wrong, and everything that goes wrong in the world is my fault. And apparently I never get bites because I have sour blood. Both my exes had habits but whilst I didn’t kick up a huge stinking fuss about hygiene, eating habits, gas etc., I got told off for disliking a number. But anyway, I accept illogical behaviour in other people; in fact, sometimes it can become my favourite thing about people. Ah well.
   There are buildings that don’t have a level 13 but leave it blank, so what’s the problem? I don’t go about my day pretending 4pm doesn’t exist.
3. I like to write lists. And to cross-reference. And to put everything in categories. And to have everything alphabetised. I dream of having an index (yet another list, a super list, if you will) of all my lists, and cross reference all my lists with each other, and order all my lists in categories, and have all the categories ordered and color coded. I find databases appealing.
   In my family, it is entirely hereditary. My father does the exact same thing. His sister does it too. We even write our lists in the same way. It’s a little scary, but it’s a great alternative to proving paternity, aside from DNA tests and monogamy.
4. I’m attracted to spectacles and calculators. I developed a crush once on a guy at uni the instant he pulled out the big calculator people use for graphs, the only thing holding me back was that he didn’t wear glasses. This changed when he admitted to wearing contacts. Never did anything about it though. Shame.
   I would just like to point out that whilst I dislike the number 4, I don’t skip over it in a list. That is just dysfunctional. If I were, say, constructing a building, I would not skip over the numbers 4 or 14. Just like you shouldn’t force religions, gym memberships or insurance policies on others, you shouldn’t be bombarding them with your own severe lack of sense everyday either. Share your wisdom by all means, but don’t ram it down peoples throats until they hand you the shovel themselves.
5. I am physically addicted to owning (not just reading) magazines. I don’t like reading magazines in newsagents or bookstores. I dislike borrowing them from friends too. It has to be mine before I read it. In addition, I want to put them in alphabetical order, categorise them and write a list of all the categories of magazines that I have (Art, Fashion, Health, Makeup, Photography, Finance etc) and also have subcategories (Fashion – USA, Europe, Asia, Australia) and then in each subcategory alphabetise the titles. And order each issue by date. I want a database of my magazines. Cross-referenced, of course.
   I’m even worse with books and CDs.
6. I don’t like seeing shorts (knee length or anylength) worn with sneakers and socks. I don’t cope well, unless it’s for a good reason (tennis, basketball, football, that’s about it). I don’t like most leather jackets either. There is a great one by Ralph Lauren for men though in a dark tan colour that I highly admire though... very soft and excellent cut, absolutely plush.
7. I am allergic to vodka, cheap champagne, and certain songs including ‘End of the World’, ‘No Woman No Cry’, ‘Ordinary People’, ‘If You Leave Me Now’, and ‘Wonderful Tonight’. Any exposure at all will result in severe nausea, migraines, tantrums and tears.
8. I have issues with indecision. Especially in males. I don’t like to be around to witness the miracle of deciscion. I don’t want to hang around waiting for the light to switch on. I would rather, quite frankly, go floss my teeth, which is the most boring thing to me in the world, but something I find far, far, FAR less painful. I don’t want to know until after the ‘EUREKA’ moment has been had. I don’t even like seeing such behavior in my own self. This is where obsessive list-making comes in handy (i.e. list of pros, list of cons, list of choices, list of outcomes, and everything cross-referenced). Tick, tick, check, check. Sorted.
   And you thought I was a hypocrite didn’t you? I’m not. Neurotic and impatient, yes. But not hypocritical. I would never do it to you, so why would you put me through it?
9. I have trouble responding to stupid or obvious questions. A prime example is "Are you asleep?". Why would you bother? Even if you were just making chit chat it hardly seems worth the imminent risk of being bludgeoned to death with a chiro-approved pillow (overpriced block of foam). The only physically possible answers would either be a half-snort/snore or a very irritated "not right now, DUH" anyway. INNIT? This is NOT one of those habits that I find charming and delightful in anybody, not even myself. I do it myself once in a while when I take stupid pills instead of vitamins. (I call people on their home numbers and ask them where they are when they pick up.) I’m still upset with myself.
10. I sometimes discuss, quite cheerfully, the fact that my breasts are smaller than they once were, and should I just keep my hands on them at all times to make sure the rest of them don’t take off too etc.