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...

Dance a GoGo : Sexy Nightclub Workout DVD Trailer - More amazing videos are a click away

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.

little things mean a lot

Fave new tune

I love you
But I gotta stay true
My morals got me on my knees
I'm begging please stop playing games

I don't know what this is
But you've got me twitchin'
Like you knew you would

I don't know what you do
But you do it well
I'm under your spell

You got me begging you for mercy
Why wont you release me?
You got me begging you for mercy
Why wont you release me?
I said release me

Now you think that I
Will be something on the side
But you've got to understand
That I need a man
Who can take my hand
Yes I do

I don't know what this is
But you've got me twitchin'
Like you knew you would

I don't know what you do
But you do it well
I'm under your spell

You've got me begging you for mercy
Why wont you release me?
You've got me begging you for mercy
Why wont you release me?
I said you'd better release yeah yeah yeah

I'm begging you for mercy
Just why won't you release me
I'm begging you for mercy

You got me begging
You got me begging
You got me begging

Mercy, why won't you release me
I'm begging you for mercy
Why won't you release me?

You got me begging you for mercy
I'm begging you for mercy
I'm begging you for mercy
I'm begging you for mercy
I'm begging you for mercy

Why wont you release me?
Yeah yeah

Break it down(Mercy)

Beggin' you for mercy
You've got me beggin'
Down on my knees
I said, you've got me beggin'
Beggin' you for mercy

'Mercy' by Duffy

i like a man in uniform... DAMIER uniform

How adorable is this? After B emailed me to say he didn't have a tie for a total last minute work thingy, I decided to give the guy a break. I mean, nothing boosts my morale like a Louis Vuitton scarf, and I figure he deserves a little pick me up. So I got him the Damier Classique in the light grey. Adorable.

By the way, kudos to the customer service hotline, see below:

Dom: "I need to get a tie to match a pale pink shirt, what have you got in store?"

Victor: "Would you like a tie in a contrasting or matching colour?"

my god, points for that alone in my opinion. I'm so pleased about that service hotline, such fab help.

Obviously, he loved it.

Obviously, his colleagues loved it.

I win, I am awesome.

Job well done, good for me.

The end.

P.S. Totally hot scarves in LV at the moment, maybe I deserve a pick me up next week. Note to self: must call Victor.

One week away and the place goes into meltdown mode

The wonderful world of officelife...

I came back from sick leave (diagnosis: plague, symptoms: want to slam head into wall repeatedly, treatment: sob and sulk) to find my desk was a MESS.

It was already a mess when I left but the mess I came back to was just... war/earthquake zone still going through the aftershocks.. The fear of MORE drama has made me chug down as much vitamin C as my body doesn't think it wants and just hang onto the desk for dear life...

All this with an exam on Saturday that I cannot pull myself together to study for. Closed book exam... GAH

Will go buy myself some victoria's secret to cheer myself up...

One more day tomorrow! I love my job I love my job I love my job

This is us

If I had no more time
No more time left to be here
Would you cherish what we had?
Was it everything that you were looking for?

If I couldn’t feel your touch
And no longer were you with me
I’d be wishing you were here
To be everything that I’d be looking for

I don’t wanna forget the present is a gift
And I don’t wanna take for granted the time you may have here with me
‘Cause Lord only knows another day is not really guaranteed

So every time you hold me
Hold me like this is the last time
Every time you kiss me
Kiss me like you’ll never see me again
Every time you touch me
Touch me like this is the last time
Promise that you’ll love me
Love me like you’ll never see me again

Oh Oh Ohhhhh

How many really know what love is?
Millions never will
Do you know until you lose it
That it’s everything that we are looking for

When I wake up in the morning
You’re beside me
I’m so thankful that I found
Everything that I been looking for

I don’t wanna forget the present is a gift
And I don’t wanna take for granted the time you may have here with me
‘Cause Lord only knows another day is not really guaranteed

So everytime you hold me
Hold me like this is the last time
Every time you kiss me
Kiss me like you’ll never see me again
(can you do that for me baby)
Every time you touch me
(see we don’t really know)
Touch me like this is the last time
(see everyday we never know)
Promise that you’ll love me
(I want you to promise me)
Love me like you’ll never see me again
(like you’ll never see me again)

Alicia Keys - Like You’ll Never See Me Again
Writer Alicia Keys and Kerry Brothers Jr.

Updates

• Back at uni... I started last week, but my brain malfunctioned and I kept reading the class schedule wrong so ended up missing half the classes
• Am now older, see last post. I'm okay about it. I understand these things happen, as in Time happens.
• After suddenly taking leave last week.. as in day off on Monday, went to work for three hours on Tuesday and then promptly had to go on leave until yesterday I am now back at work. I think my job was making me throw up on top of everything else on my mind. Like physically. NO JOKE. It was like all year most days was "one of those days". I spent more time that day being ill then actually doing anything..
• I didn't really love July 2008. It wasn't that fab overall.

I am now officially older.

yes... that is my age. 26. years. old.

on a happier note the waitress was apparently overheard saying she thought it was a 19th birthday party.

unless that is in fact simply a reflection of my apparent immaturity. hmmph.

He really is good at managing my temper and neurocies for the most part. And where he isn't, he does pay attention when I give feedback. And it was so hilarious when he came walking over with the cake and candles... a sudden draft (stupid sydney!) and the candles went out midway through the happy birthday song. Perfect comic timing. I loved it.

Well, I didn't cry... but I did wear black.

And as usual, I didn't take that many photos. Partly because my camera charger is in storage where it serves no purpose, and partly because I never can be bothered. Whether it is reverse vanity, in that on those occasions I thought I looked good, I look lousy in the photos and vice versa so I don't purposely take photos or simple absent-mindedness...

Anyway...

Food delish, at Balkan Restaurant on Oxford Street in Darlinghurst. No one actually knows what Balkan is. I did at one time but promoptly forgot. It's grilled handmade sausages (so freshly made you can see the imprints of the cooks' hands), seared meat, huge mounds of potato salads, piles of cabbage salad and green salads, fried calamari, grilled tiger prawns, fish, garlic bread, fettucine pasta, seafood tomato pastas and.... But so yummy, I wish I had more, but too busy yapping. Heh. Price? About $40 per head plus BYO... reasonable, and there was a serious amount of leftovers which sadly, did not get taken away to a good home (i.e. my fridge). Next time I will bring tupperware! heeheehee...

And surprise surprise.. after dinner, a quick drink around the corner (which actually took longer than expected as I waited 20minutes plus for a cosmopolitan) and I was tucked into bed, falling asleep to a video. To be fair I did spend all day at Uni, so there.

It was a good night, but I'm happy to just plod along with some pretense of normality now. I wish it was still my birthday month. To be fair, people accept my claims that I get the entire month of July... which I then extended into August due to the lousy first three weeks of July I had. But they do say denial must end at some time.

The friends that did come, and those who tried to but couldn't and messaged me frantically to apologise made it a really lovely evening in a lousy month. Am I wrong to sometimes wonder why they like me? Or even to wonder that they do like me? I do that. Maybe I am a fatalist. Tian knows what I am talking about. I don't wonder about you. Miss you Tianbabes, I wish you were there, and I know you wish so too bestie. I got the card the night before my birthday. Perfect timing as always. and Perfect choice as always.

it's my birthday, i'm not getting any younger, or any botox. i'd like one in every colour:

i promise i won't misbehave

i promise i'll be your friend

who says men are no use?!

marcus has rescued my saturday night fever

yay!!

all we have to do is decide where we will drink

Rant #1

ugh...

another saturday night with NO plans
what am i supposed to do for entertainment then?! everyone sane is o/s or attending birthday dinners.

ugh ugh ugh

*scowl*

stupid sydney with your shops that close at 5pm... i mean. that's just dumb.

great, i just can't wait. just myself and my multiple insane personalities which i may or may not inflict on some club. i just want to shop!

ugh.

this is my reward for relishing a rough day at work, without any complaint and actually looking forward to more hard work because i like the challenge AND not buying a fendi belt for $400:

sensible-ness

*puke and scowl*

so childish, but can't help it.