the 'f' is soft in phlegm

it is so bad that i can hardly squint through my eyeballs. it's invisible but my face is swollen with glands nobody knew existed. i feel like a steve martin character in one of his novels. my favourite line :

"this is my husband. he's benign."

always start your day by thinking of a positive

also known as

self-help theory no.1

'recall a happy end to the last week in anticipation of the next week beginning'

spent saturday driving up and down sydney. ate fish and chips. and seafood basket. and ice cream. cooked dinner. watched videos. brilliant.

spent sunday doing laundry, shopping at old work. ate sushi train with B and his dad. went shirt hunting at David Jones sale. where B agreed to buy a pale pink Hardy Amies shirt with absolutely NO SIGN of RESISTANCE despite the fact it was any shade of pink. (this alone made my day)

washed the cars. went to the gym. i cooked carbonara and drank most of the white wine. also brilliant.

public holiday (question: if it is a Labour Day holiday, why is no one doing any labour?) ate late breakfast. people commented on B's shirt ("i scored last night" - i was judged). went to the gym. went to Balmoral beach. B tanned. I became less pale. dinner at the pub (beer and $7 steak). beer at B's uncles.

beer and steak = brilliant

long winded wednesdays

i think tian is feeling better. (am constantly checking her blog)
by better i mean less worser.
by worser i mean more than worse.
by worse i mean more than bad.
which is less than good.

i miss singapore.
and the separate classes for each area of english.
grammar. spelling. comprehension. composition.
those idiot exercises in my grammar books one had to fill out.
dutifully and tediously.
and ripping out the answer section and giving them to the teacher.
who asked me how to spell certain words.
which made me worry.
the person controlling our intake of the english language was asking her student how to spell it.
surely something had gone wrong.

lucky my dyslexia didn't kick in until i came to sydney.

Tian texted me about an earthquake. i had no idea. i need new clothes for work. i wish she was here. along with a Zara on every corner.

instead i have a sore throat to distract me (irritating), chronic nausea to keep me busy (uncomfortable) and lunch with B (pleasant) and evening classes (long winded) to get dressed for.

update

1. i got the job
2. dog has been vaccinated (again)
3. dog has been wormed (again)
4. i got my green p's (in my own sweet time)
5. dog has been walked
6. dog has new food
7. credit card is back to under the limit (by $7 but nevertheless)
8. i am organising my clothesz
9. whilst watching friends
10. whilst reading lecture notes (semester break - lucky someone reminded me)
11. and thinking about lunch

wearing zara striped puffy sleeves victoriana top, tucked into kookai linen furniture print shorts beige (they were white once) haviannas

i hope tian is having an okay day today xox

nothing is fair

tian's father passed away last week

i cried for her father

and then i cried for her

and then i cried that i couldn't go to her in singapore

i miss being a kid in primary school

we used to rollerskate in our short shorts and spectacles

eat ice cream at swenson's with her parents

her dad made fun of me

he misheard me when i said

my stomach is invisible

i said it was invincible

i'm glad she has del

nail-biting

...is bad for you (cuticles? anyone?)

so is waiting for reference checks to be completed...

THAT'S RIGHT! apparently slap-stick comedy and shaky hands in an interview is a winner..

now my old managers just need to confirm that yes, Dommynikki is a consistent clown, yes she does sound hilarious in interviews, yes she does tend to sound like a chipmunk over the phone, yes if you thought it was strange and eccentric - she is always like that etc etc

hurry up hurry up hurry up

i'm going to break the phone from constant checking...!!

and this is driving us insane:

B - have they called you yet?

D - *sob* NO!

B - why don't you call your boss?

D - NO!

B - ok

(lather rinse repeat)

mount annan

karen millen for heels

1. the heels are those fantastic pointy ones
2. some have red soles underneath ... like Christian Loubotins!! (diff shade of course, but it's better than painting the bottom red myself on my days off)
3. crappy synthetic ones from tony bianco (he hates women.. there is no other reason why his shoes are so painful.. or he is into s&m) are like 200 or 250 anyway... i would rather pay 400 ish... for leather and hawtness (my own kind of s&m)
4. they are technically european (england)
5. i like them they are my friends they say nice things to me heeeheehee (so does moet)

pick me pick me

oh for sobbing out loud..

let's hope they do hire me for my looks! i wanted the job so badly i can't remember a thing i said...i was so exhausted by the time i got to evening classes i couldn't even remember my own name. almost. i can't remember.

i promptly bought a juice ($4.95~~~! ughhhh) called "mensa"

still waiting on that juice to work..doubt it

2nds?

I have my second round interview tomorrow!

WISH ME LUCK!!!

ironic thought #1

meanwhile, my dog has graduated from puppy preschool..

the certificate is mocking me on the fridge

tomorrow pookie will be teaching me to sit, stay, study

but alas, it will be too late

i am too old and my knees don't bend the right way any longer

uni deadlines looming

oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh!!!

we're bringin sexyback OH!

GOING TO JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE'S WITH LEANNE

ps to the brats that buy up all the pre-sale tix and scalp them at 5x the price...if i know you i prob don't want to be friends with you anymore
it's ILLEGAL n RUDE
HHMMMMPH!

it isn't a polaroid of my new dress...

but i like it anyway...

persecution complex

to the person who made me feel
this tiny and this worthless
who are you to judge the decisions i've made
so what if i went my own way
just because it wasn't anyone else's way
doesn't make it of any less value

to the woman who thought it was a competition
i don't want to win your idiot prize
don't sabotage me behind my back
i wasn't going to snatch anything from you
you can take it and keep it

how dare you let me doubt and regret

i hope i never do what you do to people
the only thing i judge by the cover
is a book
and even then i'll still look at
what's on the inside

didn't your parents ever tell you to do that?

carrie-on-crazy

it has been a week since full moon, and yet the madness is still hanging in the air; like a stormcloud perhaps... more like a bad smell (wet dog) or a bad pimple (use toothpaste-mint and alcohol wipes)

why do people sabotage anything remotely resembling perfection?

at the risk of sounding all Carrie Bradshaw:

why does anything great have to be too good to be true?...

why can't women get no satisfaction???

c'est uncroyable~~!

i am the world's biggest wuss...

i talk the talk but no one will ever see me walk the walk

it has taken me until now to finally check my grades for last semester

1. i have already started fall semester
2. grades were released the 18th of july - it is now..well, august
3. i have since the exams turned a year older (so to speak..age is a state of mind however, and mine is 12)
4. people have given up asking me how did i do in the exams...
5. i had resigned myself to never knowing until the end of my degree..if the paper didn't show up then i'd figure i must have failed something somewhere
6. pookie had to lick my hand whilst i checked

after all of that,

i got credits!!!

am pathetic n proud

saturday night at the W

the cake that i could not get over...!

it's my birthday and i'll cry if i want to.....

almost more impressed about having a bf who thought of cake

than a workmate who used excessive amounts of work supplies
or a dog of our own to call what we pleased (pookie)
or a birthday croissant plus coffee

or dinner at my fave thai restaurant that was super exp and i will never be allowed to forget about (!)

i know i'm a spoilt princess...

it's certainly not my fault...

my birthday present

bnp_edited
Originally uploaded by Domminikki

his full name is pookie-numchucks

supposedly a cross between jack russell and shihtzu, but the vet scratched her head and looked confused...before coming up with,

"did the breeder mention multiple fathers???"

poor pookie, he has no known father, luckily he is not a human and we therefore won't need to worry about paying for years of therapy where he learns to talk only of himself and how much he hates his parents and learn to be okay with being angry...etc etc etc

my new karen millen shoes are nowhere near pookie

xox thank you B, you're lovely