NEW BOOTS NEW BOOTS NEW BOOTS

LOOKBOOK.nu: "KNEE HIGH" by Andy T.: "Inwear Knee High Boots, H&M Skirt, Diesel Bag, Zara Blazer"

this is totally the look I am going for...

please can everyone avoid the pretty woman references! mine are CLEARLY suede, NOT latex.

can't wait for saturday to test those babies out!! xox

Hello jello

Thank god I gatoraded up today before training w brenny. After sprint drills we went for a "light" run from north Sydney down to macmahon's point up to milsons point and then back to north Sydney.. I hate public transport but I looked longingly at every bus that went by.
And now I can't feel my legs.

But amazed I did that well. I haven't run since, well, ever.

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No turning back

Calendar invite for discussion w boss Friday morning and for presentation in the afternoon sent and accepted.

Boss said she will talk as much as possible but I'll have to 'drive'. I know she doesn't mean my Volvo.

How did the so called training get turned into a presentation? Omg omg omg.

I completely don't care about my exam for civil litigation tomorrow. I can't hear worry through the roar of the panic attack in my ears.

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Dear apple. U complete me

I just hit what I thought was the zoom out to all windows button forgetting I was on my non Mac work comp.
I just hit F3 essentially.. I don't know what that means for the spreadsheet I was working on. Oops.

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To Sir With Love

Attn: The large (presumably judging by the racket

you make stumbling around in the roof above my

head and the by-product you kindly leave on my

car each day) Possum, living rent-free in my

parent’s house.

Sir,

It has come to my attention (usually between the hours of 11pm to 4am each night/day – why can’t you sit still, don’t you have broadband or foxtel? We ARE technically under the same roof you know) that whilst previously relocated several metres to the left (who makes this legislation up? Don’t they think possums will WALK BACK?!), you have opted, disappointingly, at great cost (apparently it cost $$$ to shift someone to the left, to the left) to return to stomping around in the roof where I live.

Firstly, welcome back. Not really. I was just being polite. I don’t remember seeing a basket of muffins anywhere to say ‘Sorry about the noise. Just moving furniture back in. My son peed on your car, I’ll deal with the bill from the detailer. Cheers.’ Nada. How rude.

Secondly, who does your décor? I’m not offering but I have to wonder why the incessant need to rearrange things every night. If it’s a feng shui issue you needn’t fret, have you not seen how many crystals mum has got going on in the backyard? Trust me, between the dream catchers, the wind chimes, the jagged crystals (mind your step, those things are sharp) and pot plants everywhere, you are all set.

Thirdly, waste management. This is a BIG issue for me. And clearly, judging by the potato sized bundles of joy everyday, it’s also a big issue for you. I’m pleased to see you have no issues with maintaining a high fibre diet. I’m not so pleased that I can see just how high in fibre your diet is. When I went camping I was told to dig a hole and bury it. I don’t recall ever hearing at orientation that it was ok to go on the roof of a Volvo. Mother Nature loves your offerings…. My Swedish made Volvo with limited edition (now fading thanks to your son’s acid reflux) does not.

Also, your child’s bedwetting. I really do sympathise. I’m quite certain I did it into my 5th birthday. But if your birthdays are like dog years then surely your three year old (now 21 years old) is just too old. If my dog doesn’t go in his sleep, I don’t see why your son still goes.

If you disagree, well, we are all entitled to our own opinions (as long as they are the same as mine). Two words: adult diapers. Apparently I will be enjoying these too in my dotage as most women apparently find bladder control an issue later down the track., so your son needn’t feel embarrassed. How ironic since I worked so hard on my bladder control all these years.

That’s all I can think of at the moment. Obviously feel free to provide your feedback. I dislike anything perceived as criticism. Especially from people, pardon me, possums, who use cars as porta-potties. Nevertheless this is a democracy, not a cheerocracy as they say in Bring It On. So…. If you have any comments, just submit them in our letter box. The one your son goes number 1 on. And I’ll attempt to give a fark.

Yours Sincerely,

Dommynikki

p.s. stop drinking metho, even my dog thinks your breath reeks

Pass me the paperbag

Welcome to Panic City population me.
I have to provide the training for the legal database for get this.. General Counsel of the parent company, and Senior Partner of a major law firm..... Oh. My. God. How did this happen??

Career keen me is delighted. Performance anxious me is majorly hyperventilating.

I'm just a casual paralegal. WTF happened?

Omg omg omg

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I just can't fight it

It seems like I always stumble my way back to all things kitsch during exam periods... once more I have managed to procrastinate and wade my way through the world wide web and landed upon these new don't-need-but-must-have-its:

Contact Lens Case (never mind I have spent the last three months browsing vintage spectacle frames - more about that later, long story short, I thought I'd wear my specs more and up my nerdy quirky quotient)

Pillow Cases (these are less than my stipulated 600 egyptian thread count minimum but it must be the Moccona Instant Coffee talking - mum switched to decaf, did I mention that? Again, long story short, the only things I can get my hands off that are considered stimulating in this house are Dad's cigarettes, Moccona, or Chai)

I can't wait till this exam is over and I can go back to wanting normal things, that I cannot afford.

And not just because it's GFC2 and I am going through a phase of skinflint like never before...which reminds me I SO need to just man up and order another supply of contacts.

Crunch time!

....Exam is this thursday... therefore the Dommy theatre had to be completely restocked. Now playing:

• Valentine's Day
• Will & Grace
• FRIENDS
• The Hangover
• 17 Again - the original soundtrack
• Made of Honour
• All About Steve - the original soundtrack

P.S. Just watched Grey Gardens featuring Drew Barrymore and Jessica Lange .... I am now majorly dehydrated from weeping. Serves me right from deviating from my usual diet of fluffy television viewing.

Hello lover!

oh i never thought i would come to this moment when i listed a pair of nike runners over and above my beloved adidas collection.... but i have... and i do.... and i love....LOVE love LOVE these new runners i got over the weekend. i have literally NEVER sprinted that fast before. and lord knows i've been trying.

PT Brenny wants to know can he please have a pair too... Nike Zoom Free Everyday .. i haven't even hooked it up to my ipod touch yet. CAN'T WAIT!

Rain rain go away

My old old friend from high school got married this morning. Maybe I was hungry or my monthly was on the way but I teared up seeing Benny's smiling face.
Even the rain couldn't dampen the high as they released doves amidst a tide of bubbles.
Supposedly B and I will go to the gym before the reception... It's now 3 pm and the reception starts at 6 pm.. Maybe B had a time machine in the garage...if only he also had a cocktail dress in the closet for me since I have no idea what I'm wearing yet.


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My new obsession!!

KOREAN CLOTHES!!

omg omg omg, i LOVE LOVE LOVEEEEEEE

went to chinatown for yum cha for mother's day... which led to an innocent session of shopping with mama, and ended with us both COMPLETELY obsessed with korean labels.. (of course chinatown stores would stock korean brands, don't act like that's confusing or wierd)

Like this...

Run Forrest Run

It is no secret that I can't run. Not won't, CAN'T. I emailed B once to explain the factors that affect me when I get started:

asthma, heavy thighs, weak knees, lack of oxygen, weather conditions, thirstiness, weak bladder, stomach cramps, gravity, and finally, laziness.

So I took up Booty Camp. Not Boot Camp, because I don't like being yelled at. Booty Camp. That went well, although I couldn't stand the 5.30 am wake up calls.

And then I had the bright idea to start seeing a personal trainer, to get 'more out of myself'. I used to see a trainer, but that was 7 years and 6kg ago. Nice idea Dommynikki. I have never had to run so much in my life. And do lunges, then run, up hill, down hill, to the left, lunge here, squat there.

Every week I tell my trainer I will practice. And so help me if I don't learn how to run soon.

So today I trialled Couch to 5K on my iPod Touch. By some stroke of luck, I managed to find myself at the base of a steep hill everytime it was time to run. Thank gosh for a good playlist. My shins felt rocked at the end, but damn I felt pleased with myself.

Day 1:

Bad Romance - Lady Gaga

Baby - Justin Bieber

Blah blah blah - Kesha

Back to you - John Mayer

Sexy Bitch - Akon/David Guetta

In my head - Jason Derulo

Party Time

Wardrobe, check.

Guestlist, check.

Pick up cake, next.

Hair & make up, later.

Nails, now.

Apple martini, me wants it now!!

This week in Dommynikki world - the sunday edition

Today: move queen bed out from B's garage back home... yippeeee! at last, back to a bed I can do pilates on without falling off from!

Monday: work (reading as fast as I can through those affidavits, see last post) and 4000 word essay

Tuesday: work and hand in essay (so far I've done... 12 words, so totally on track, phew)

Wednesday: work then private pilates reformer class with Raena (can't wait)

Thursday: work then coffee with Aren Kay

Friday: work then din dins with Leanne/MOH (she has a list of things to talk about, should I be worried? or better prepared? should come up with a 5 point plan to match her..)

Saturday: beach, I hope. and/or test drive jeep cherokee with B. and spin class.

Sunday: valentine's day and chinese new year.

also on this week's program:

must figure out how to buy things from the states and get them to sydney when they don't ship direct. stay tuned - i'm currently investigating how to set up these us postal address thingamibobs. what am i going to buy? so sweet of you to ask:

1. winsorslim pilates with the portable reformer gizmo
2. dress from charlotte russe
3. maybe some shoes to match? a purse? hmm...

'It depends how fast you read'

I got 'booked' by legal counsel to work solely for her stream of work. not the one that hired me, the other one. According to her email title that is what she is, anyway. I said 'that's fantastic', and wondered when would she first tell me off. She said I needed to get 'up and running' and called out a long running list of affidavits I needed to read by Tuesday. She said there were terms that I needed to 'get into my head'.

It was Thursday afternoon when she did that.

Maybe I'll get a pop quiz Tuesday morning.

Am trying to read as fast as I can.

Taking notes, just in case this will be examinable.

Ode to Bridezilla

O Bride-to-be

I think you're crazy.

I feel bad for your fiance. It's not enough that he bankrupted himself.

To buy you a piece of Carbon12, you made him sit through 2 hours worth.

Of bridal fashion. At the bridal expo.

Wander through a maze of pamphlets, brochures, business cards.

Teeth-whitening, lipo-sculpting, cake stands, flower arrangements.

Catering, make up artistry.

And you brought your mother and all your sisters.

Every woman he ever met, queued up in front of him whilst he gets weighted down.

Asking your permission to go to the bathroom.

Whilst you discuss all these details you already knew about were going to take place.

Not just once, but seven times.

And once more in Melbourne and Brisbane.

If he goes missing, he will be at the bar with.

Me and B.

Drinking my horror and B's amusement away.

Whilst you enjoy your special slimming tea.

Saturday mornings with Colbie

Despite my best efforts to get some sunshine, the universe is determined to make me stay indoors to study with rain, cold weather, and cloudy skies.

HAH.

I spent all morning searching for new music (and new dresses), and came across this one:



Whilst I cannot always admit to being a cheesy corny romantic, this one is just put in your pockets adorable. The video is a complete cringe-fest but cute in that 'we tried to be laid back, but actually we killed ourselves trying to make this' way but I totally adore the boho/hippie vibe to it.

Anywho, now that I have a new addition to my playlist, I shall actually get down to some study.

The land of the free (and easy)

Today is a public holiday - what is it this time, you ask? Since you asked, it's Australia Day.

Don't you have another public holiday coming up soon? Yes, that would be the Queen's Birthday.

I love this town. Hah.

Although, technically I should be putting my time to good use by madly finishing (ok, starting) off the following:

1 x presentation for Ethics tomorrow

1 x reflective journal 1500 words minimum for Ethics thursday

1 x discussion paper 2000 words for Corporate Insolvency next monday

1 x study session (ok, cramming) for Ethics exam next wednesday

1 x research paper 4000 words for Corporate Insolvency 9th Feb

Yes, sure. No worries, as we say in Australand.

Hah! THS The Kardashians is on so.... maybe after that.

And the sun is out now, and I did mention that tan look I like? (obviously I use sunscreen, duh)

So... maybe after that.

Flights of fancy

Next stop, KOREA!

So apparently, Korean tv dramas are super fun to watch. I have never had the pleasure to acquaint myself with them, so I am not the one to ask, especially when I cannot even cope with tv dramas in languages I can speak. Shameful I know.

Anyhow, I am SO much more interested now that I hear about this tv drama BASED ON A COFFEE SHOP! Just look at FRIENDS.. right, right? Although, strictly that was a comedy series.. which I still adore.

So anywho, I started googling this Coffee Prince Cafe and c'est adorable! I SO want to go there now.

If only so that I get a coffee like this:

or... this:

...or this:

Mmmmmmm... yum yum!

And then there were two..

You probably already guessed, but the Duchess Tianbabes is going to be one of my bridesmaids.

I actually asked Duchess mid week whilst at work.. and had to wait an agonising three hours for a reply email (She is intern-ing at a scene straight out of Devil Wears Prada).

She replied back with the most loving email, and saying that she had already been drafting her bridesmaid's speech. I have never felt so relieved.. we always said we are to be each others' bridesmaids, but geography is such a worry. Especially for someone like me who worries so hard if there are not at least three contingency back up plans for Plan A. Except, Tian being bridesmaid was Plan A and I didn't have a Plan B let alone Plan C for that.

You've met her before, but, the Duchess always changes her hair, at this moment she is sporting the bowl cut which I so envy, but cannot pull off. She is so Audrey Hepburn out of Funny Face in that style. Here she is, pre-bowl cut:

Joy!

Meet my MOH (maid of honour)

Oh spank me if you must for using that cheesy acronym, but this is a Public Service Announcement.

Happy days, I have secured myself my baby-faced Sydney bestie Leanne to be my MOH.

It seemed to be the obvious choice given that barely two weeks into the engagement she was emailing me Bridal Expo information, and so SUPER supportive of the fact that despite not knowing when/where/how I was having a wedding/engagement party, I insisted on spending ALL MY FREE TIME looking for engagement party outfits. Instead of doing uni work. But let's not sweat that minor detail. And no, I have not yet found an outfit, but have instead found several adorable DVF dresses that are HTH (have to have). And the uni work is due this week and remains, undone. Oops, I DIA (did it again).

Oh look, I'm a teenage cheerleader with all the shorthand expressions. Fetch.

But anywho, this is my gorgeous gorgeous MOH. And not that anyone was counting, super photogenic (see photo) and I just adore how sweet she is to me. We talk about anything and everything and bitch about everything else. I love it. Yes she eats so slowly and it drives me insane when I'm on the clock, but any other time of day I LOVE it because we always have so much to talk and bitch about. I have never met someone who spends as much if not more on Victoria's Secret than me. Or someone who can always quote verbatim all current interest rates on every credit card available in Sydney.

And after this, we will be up to speed

1. I finally got my full license: On my last day of unemployment before the new job, instead of doing any homework, I chugged over to the registry and paid $37 to take the last test. Bombed out (i'm incredibly bad at touchscreen - i am just happy i can manage an ATM transaction so this is not surprising), and paid another $37 to retake the same damn test. Passed that, thank goodness, but was completely mortified about failing. Then I had to pay another $151 to actually get my full license. I still look hideous on the license (on my old license, a bouncer once looked at it and said 'this does you no justice'). I'm finally a grown up!
2. I passed all my exams from last semester apparently. I checked on my enrolment screen which said pass for Financial Analysis for Transaction Law, Corporate Law, and Evidence and Criminal Process. I don't technically know the marks, because I haven't paid an outstanding library fine (did I tell you about this? it's a long story, tell you about it later). But I found out that I can just see if I passed or not if I just wait abit longer and enrol for the next semester's subjects. Suits me just fine, since I don't have the cash on me right now anyways, and I don't want to know unless it's AT LEAST a credit.
3. since leaving my last job, I have not thrown up or had non-stop chest pains. funny, innit?
4. I think that is all I needed to tell you, and obviously, I am once again, on the hunt for a tan that will last through to the next summer. I look better as a tanned brunette. True story.

Dommynikki views:

I have always had a soft spot for anything Vince Vaughn, and I was overjoyed when Jen A dated him. Like, my two fave actors together? Joy. And then they drifted apart. Blast.

But anyways, this has been playing on cable and I just love this one comedian. And so delighted to see that on the day I have cupcakes to make for Leanne and Celina, and two presentations to draft for Monday, that instead I am getting numerous chances to practice my evil laugh watching clips like this.

The plan

So as part of our new year, B and I said we would commit to healthy eating and living.. in theory we would automatically lose some weight. You know, as we aren't getting any younger.. I'm 2010 - 1982 years old which is, like, 135 or something like that. Ouch.

Sigh. I remember when I turned 20 and was upset I would no longer be in my teens. Idiot, I should have known there are worse things. Like, no longer fitting into your Sass & Bides. Kids can be so dumb.

So, apparently, B used to have this like twenty pack blah blah blah. I say, let me know when it shows up.

I went through a phase of being so slim and toned, I was literally in a bikini all the time. And then I met B, and I lasted about a year, until I had to get a real job and it was goodbye 24hr gym/beach/swim sessions. Working in retail gave me the best legs, plus all that running around shopping as quickly as I could on my break did such a good thing to my butt.

Now I have to do lunges and squats to get anything happening. Ugh.

Where was I? Right, so we said we would eat healthy, drink less, exercise more. Nice and vague.

So how are we going?

Let's start with B (not that it is a competition, but if it was, I would want to be winning).

He is still my gym buddy and plays sports. good.

His work has signed his whole team up for bootcamp (ugh, I can't afford that but I don't like it anyway. It combines being yelled at and doing lunges and sprints. Yuck.) I'm like 65% happy that he is getting more exercise opportunities, but like 35% worried this may put him in the lead of our non-competition that I want to win.

He is still drinking coke like it's refreshing from time to time. Hah.

And piles on so much nutella on his sunday toast I worry it will dissolve before lift-off from the plate. Jams and spreads are for amateurs.

We went for Italian one saturday night, and I ordered a ton of salad to go with our pasta. All very yummy and nutritious etc etc. B then poured the oil from the garlic prawns onto his garlic bread... delicious I'm sure, but ??? It's like he thinks that sauce/condiments don't contain calories or have any fat content. I let him order desert since he is Mr Gelato Maniac. He ordered some chocolate sundae thing, and proceeded to chow down the cream next to the ice cream. I didn't have the heart to tell him that whipped cream is the reason why the average woman is size 14-16 in so many countries.

Oh dear.

Me?

Well, I said I would drink once a month, exercise as much as possible, and stop eating carbs at night. Sure.

I have since adjusted this to drink once a fortnight, exercise whenever I can, and eating as little carbs as possible at night. I think this is still fair, and then I'll adjust it once I get used to being slightly hungry all the time.

But on the plus, I had my first private pilates class on the reformer/allegro machine thing. I had my session on Thursday night, it is now Saturday, and my entire ribcage/abs hurt when I laugh/sneeze/cough/breathe. My thighs are screaming. My calves vomit when I walk. I LOVE it!

But so darn expensive. Not good, when, I have Leanne and Celly coming over today to the Casa for some Rose and some seafood and I have about $8 to whip up some salsa and salad...

So far we have made it to Day 23 of the new year without any huge hiccups.

So hungry.

Sigh.

My ass hurts.

Ouch.

The ring

i just am not one of those girls who has the patience to sit there and just take a bajillion photos of the rock (don't be fooled by the rocks that i got, i'm still jenny from the block, haha, sorry, been DYING to do that)... i do get distracted by how shiny it is like a magpie though.

anywho, this is almost what it looks like, the diamonds down the side on my ring are round brilliant cut. like this

B did such a good job, super proud of him. Although that doesn't seem necessary since he has been giving himself so many pats on the back mine hardly seem relevant.

Hi world, Happy New Year

so, what's new with you?

since we last chatted, my laptop died, and i apparently did not see the 'do not resuscitate' toetag it had snuck on itself. i had about twelve nervous breakdowns - all due to work, and how much i disliked it. i got a new job which starts, oh this wednesday, as a paralegal (how fancy!) and am not employed for the next two days (but nil sunshine to be seen). oh what else.. i got a MacBook (just the baby sized one in 13 inches as i am after all, temporarily unemployed and LITERALLY between jobs). hence why i am now back online, instead of struggling with my little ipod touch, which is adorable, but painstaking to use for msn with the Duchess.

ps i got engaged on New Year's. what's that? oh yes, the ring is fabulous. i love it. i keep checking it's there in case this is all an incredibly elaborate dream sequence and i am not in fact bethrothed with said humongous diamond ring. so far, so good. yay!

tell you more about it next time. i spy sunshine, off for a tan.

so... and how are you doing? what's new with you?

love it want it need it!

Just finished my administrative law exam... came home craving yoga-rush with that extra kick in the pants one gets when tarted up in new yoga gear! I am just loving everything. and headbands too!

adidas Women

mmm...

CandyCat by ♥KatieRose4010♥ on Polyvore.com

New in Design:

Independent, progressive and always gets it right.

How to Waste Time and Make a Panic Attack

Waste not want not, they say.

i say, why write an essay? (sorry to keep banging drum about it folks. don't worry, home stretch, have only one day left before the deadline...)

So... why write an essay...when you can:

Update your Victoria's Secret Wish Lists! This is mine: HERE.

...and can i just add, they are so darn good at that "we think, if you liked that.. you're gonna love these other 5 items, that are similar, but slightly different, hence why you need them too."

they were right! i did like them! good job!!!

I have spent WAY too much time on Blogger to still not understand technology.

It's shameful really. Meanwhile... I can colour code, stylise, mix n' match like a real sunnuvabiatch. God I love shopstyle.

What to do when it rains...

There's nothing like an assignment deadline looming overhead to make one scroll through random galleries (thank you news.com.au) and get inspired to just make like Mariah (or Miranda) and fluff up that hairdo y'all...

It must be some unknown slimming secret. Will try, and report back. Over and out.

If you like white furniture or ever read Little House on the Prarie:

House of Sophie will suit you just fine and dandy. Me, i would worry about crumbs or soup stains.

Reading Materials

New York Magazine -- NYC Guide to Restaurants, Fashion, Nightlife, Shopping, Politics, Movies

...because i like to pore over that which i cannot afford... will it make me a better person? probably not. but it will result in many quiet hours revelling in some other fabulous lifestyle that i forgot to line up for when they were being handed out because i was too busy on ebay stupidly looking for second hand hermes

(don't bother, it's impossible, save yourself the tears because there is no such thing)

Go Fug Yourself: Because Fugly Is The New Pretty

there is nothing like starting easter friday with a quick squiz at Go Fug Yourself: Because Fugly Is The New Pretty

tell me i have not had so much coffee that would convince me i hallucinated the fact that elle is looking like that jo wildenstein with the cat/botox fetish? looking at this makes me want to roll around the floor and shriek "what happened to your face?!"

yes, those are, hands down the BEST LEGS EVER. but, is there now a 'Botox' tool in the Photoshop program? why are we not using the 'Touch Up Roots' function?! i am so ecstatic over those legs, i really couldn't care less what the head looks like, but if we are going to be thorough... i think the roots would have been a good starting point.


i tend to grap my shirt like that when i'm trying to convince myself that it is a complete outfit and no, my underwear will not show.. i just need. to. pull. it. this. way. and. that. way. and it will cover me. just fine. there. no. need. for. pants.

i give up

wound up re-reading the 'go fug yourself' archives on Jennifer Lopez. omg, it's just gold. i love it. the only challenge is not to actually mimic the accent OUT LOUD, here, in a room full of legal peers..

check it out yourself!! http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/go_fug_yourself/jennifer_lopez/

Besos!

D

why is it always so freezing cold in these lecture theatres?!

in my lecture for administrative law... but i'm so tired i can't focus! also super tense about presentation at the tutorial tonight... i hope i don't forget what i was going to say. sometimes i look at what i read and just blank out... super hungry too. someone mentioned congee in a facebook message and now i just cannot stop thinking about

congee - century egg w pork AND seafood
crullers
hot tea
my victoria's secret blanket
FRIENDS dvd marathon
face mask

yummy!!!

it's so bad that i don't even know this lecturer's name.. john or something.. no, can't be. will just call him Professor. what's he talking about? scope of bias rule. GAH

mmm... congee good.....

hi hunny, no i'm not pregnant. just unhealthy. what's new with you?

ok, so, should it be concerning that the following symptoms

1. vomiting
2. stomach cramps
3. chest pain
4. emotional
5. fatigue
6. sore throat
7. incontinence (i only just found out what it means the other day.. so nice that there is a shorter way of saying.. i pee all the time)

can mean:

1. you are pregnant
2. you are sick, but we don't know with what??

great. what is meant to be the happiest moment in your life, can also mean quite poor health.

how romantic. but not. because i'm not pregnant.

Pink It

Pink has to be one of the best colours.. correction, it is the bomb. awesome. fabtantastico. If unsure, go the pink! Everything should come in pink. Like toys...

For Pookie: BMW not included, duh.For Dommynikki: Because one never has too many oversized cartoon theme coffee cups

All things pink

Barbie's 50th Birthday!!! and the girl looks great. I could SO WEAR THAT OUTFIT to work!! If i had the legs/knees/ankles/tan i would be rocking that socks and mary-jane look every chance i get. HOT. Just need a wig...

Not if you are on the Atkins Diet...

How peculiar?! It even toasts bagels...

The world is awful » Just for the record

My best friend Duchess Tianbabes got engaged. I had a text message at who knows what time on the night to tell me the news. I had been wondering where she was. In HK. I should tag her with some electronic device so I can track her movements.

I don't know if I congratulated her at the time. My thoughts were slurred, from the rem cycling my mind had been doing. Time differences are a pain.

I didn't imagine it:

The world is awful » Just for the record

Congratulations babes.

It's funny how news from your friends will always leave you back to selfish thoughts. I don't know when I will get engaged. And I have no idea what I want in a ring. Is it bad that I no longer dream about it? I used to hope so much. I guess I have finally stopped hoping. Now when I get the usual quizzing I reply one or all of the following:

"Oh, probably never."

"I can't be bothered."

"We'll probably just have a barbeque so don't hold thy breath..."

Am I bitter? Disappointed? Despondent? Resigned? No.. maybe the laidback nature of australia has finally caught up with me, and this is where it showed up.

Now I feel so amused when I see newly engaged friends breathless and gushing, 'I'm so happy.' Sure I join in, but I also feel relieved I am not the one suddenly on the crash liquid diet from hell for the next 7 months, and suffering from jitters, hunger pangs, and intense mood swings. All starvation related.

Only to emerge at the other end, thinner yes, but with the largeness of ones' nose accentuated by a skeletal jawline.

It's refreshing to know that my bestie did not experience a personality overhaul on December the 16th.

I love you Tianbabes, miss you loads. I wish I was there. You would know everything I was thinking as soon as I hugged you hello.

Dance a Gogo! yes I am 9 months behind but still...

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I SO totally want to do this!!! and yah, I have every intention of having a skunk hairdo with crazy outfit when I do it!! *heeheehee*

Dom's Checklist:

1. Get tyre changed by roadside assistance - check
2. Have deep and meaningful discussion with roadside assistance guy regarding best looking rims to assign to the volvo - check
3. Finish banking law report and hand it in tomorrow - *cry*
4. Get plumbing issue fixed - *ugh*
5. Stay awake to do banking law report - *weep*
6. Stay awake and DO banking law report - *sob*
7. Don't throw up with tiredness and caffeine overdose - maybe/maybe not
8. Stop saying 'awesome' and 'totally' - tricky/very tricky

The month in review (also known as: why, why, why?)

1. Thursday night driving home from class and my rear wheel rips to shreds and has a literal meltdown. Freakout. Think about near death experience driving on three wheels and one rim on the freeway. Freakout.
2. Saturday night enjoy a nice evening at home with relaxing candles until Marcus' Burberry scarf/tablemat lights on fire. Freakout. Marcus throws his cordial on the burning couture, the scarf is a casualty. Freakout.
3. Monday night rushing through Banking Law report until Marcus has his late night shower and runs out swathed in only a towel to advise that the ensuite/walk-in-wardrobe is flooded. Freakout. Spend Tuesday A.M. mopping the carpet with every towel in the house.
4. Tuesday A.M. try to plug in the hairdryer to give the carpet a blowdry only to electrocute self whilst standing in a puddle of water. BUZZZZZZZzzzz. Freakout (Marcus). Bzzzzzz.
5. Please, stop. Just. Stop.

P.s. It's funny 'cos it's true - Karen Walker, Will & Grace

"it's a monet!"

"you know.. like from far away it looks good, but up close it's a real mess..."

- Cher, in Clueless

Hot pink Gloomy Bear. So cute, but after a cuddle you feel real disturbed...brrrrrrrrr

I'm such a coward I'd be scared to get one *blush*

i love happy endings

the rest of my sunday was okay

i wish that everything was easier, but i guess things need to be said before a fuse blows

today i have spent all morning and afternoon staring at the same 1400 words...

banking law is painful to write about. i have no idea what i'm rabbiting on about.. and yet i still have another 1100 to go!

AND with no more coffee... only instant. yuck.

so instead, i spent 45 out of 60minutes in the hour staring at rims for my volvo..

did i mention that a tyre blew? well, it blew... so now i'm getting rims...

all dressed up and nowhere to go

i don't know how to say anything anymore.

when i say what i want i won't get it anyway.

i won't get it if i wait, and i won't get it if i ask for it right away.

and then i get told i'm wrong, and i'm never happy.

i'm not never happy, i'm always wrong.

i don't think i can be called spoilt when i don't get anything i want.

people who are spoilt get everything they ask for all the time.

and now it's sunday afternoon. i spent all morning waiting for nothing to happen.

i shouldn't be disappointed because i was expecting this anyway, but i'm crying anyway.

and then later, i will have to say sorry when i feel bad for crying.

i am at the bottom of the list. i don't feel like i am anyone's priority.

i'm not even my own priority.