Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Using a fake name when ordering coffee :)

Why?
Is it for the mystery, the excitement that we told a white lie to a total stranger & the fact that they will never know the truth,
will we get caught?
I know for a fact that I am not the only person who does this
when getting a coffee.
A few of my friends also have alias names.
Alias names are so James Bond, so Ethan Hunt & so hot right now!
I guess part of the reason I do it is because quite often people don't understand me.. I'm not talking a different language & I'm pretty sure I'm not talking jibberish..  
(no, sorry, I'm not going to tell you my real name, the majority of you will know me anyway)
What i will tell you is that my name has often been mistaken for Carol & even Nicole.
I took it upon myself to take away the awkwardness of having to correct people & spell out my name each time i order coffee.
It's just easier.
This got me thinking.
Why are we so scared about letting people know
who we really are?
Is it a subconscious protection for ourselves so we don't give people the opportunity to hurt us?
I, for example, am very guarded.
It takes a hell of a lot for me to let someone in.
A close friend put it best when she said about me:
"You are easy to get along with but hard to get to know."
Yeah. Can't really add anything to that.
She hit the nail on the head.
This quote is up there on my list of favourites:
"People who are guarded are afraid that you can see right through them. That's why they hide behind layers."
True.
Who really knows you?
Well, going out on a whim, I'd say there would only be a handful of people who really truly know you.
Inside & out.
Hold onto these people because those who mind, don't matter & those who matter don't mind.
Getting back to names..
..as per this picture recently sent to me by a friend, maybe I'll change my name to this:
...although, that might confuse people more.
'Copenhagen? Like the capital of Denmark?'
'Yes.'
XOX
ps- Speaking of Copenhagen, i hear it is amazing & i would love to go there!
Will you take me?
Please?

Thursday, June 23, 2011

'WOMANISER' / 'PLAYER'

Are you?
It's definitely not the most desired thing to be called.
So why the label/s?
Do people use these labels to degrade others in the hope that they will feel good about themselves?
To make them look like a better person?
Is there a higher authority that people reserve the right to use only at someone elses downfall/expense?
Who gives a rats.
In the grand scheme of things, who am I to judge the next person?
Seriously.
By judging others too soon, it makes us look shallow.
Answer me this truthfully- Do you REALLY feel better after dissing someone? You might be smirking on the outside, but deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, is your moral compass telling you it's not cool to do that..
Let's break it down & see what we come up with.
What makes a guy a womaniser/player anyway?
Perhaps it's just a perception that isn't based on fact.
He gets along well with the ladies? He's charming? He's charismatic? He knows what he wants & goes for it?
Wow. He sounds terrible. I'll take one!
(i must say.. it is a lethal mix if you have the right balance of each of those! see previous post discussing these: http://copesesque.blogspot.com/2011/05/confidence-charisma-charm-lethal-mix.html )
So what if he prefers hanging out with the ladies- we are nice to look at, we always smell amazing & hey- shock horror- we're kind of interesting too.
You feel comfortable hanging out with girls?
That's cool.
I feel comfortable hanging out with guys.
Exhibit A: a couple of weeks ago i was at a pub for a farewell. For about 2-3hours, i was drinking beer & playing snooker with the boys. No other girl played. Me & a range of different guys.
Hold up- am i a player because of this?
Surely not.
It does swing both ways.. although girls are more commonly known as maneaters or flirts.
Or worse.. but you don't need me to spell it out for you.
Either/ either.
Bottom line is, if a girl is dumb enough to believe everything she hears without working it out for herself, she's obviously not worth your time or energy.
What ever happened to 'Don't judge a book by it's cover?'
Personally, i take it all with a grain of salt.
If somebody exclaims 'He's a player.' In my books, that makes them look worse than the so called 'player.' Why the diss?
(Pretty sure i discussed this at the outset..)
A friend recently told me that he had been called a 'womaniser.'
What- is this now a black mark against his name? Beware girls!
I think not.
What is interesting is that I had been told this same person was a 'player.'
As much as i was never going to tell him about this, i fessed up.
It wasn't easy. But as he'd brought up the subject, i knew
it would be ok.
Those labels? Empty.
I never believed for a moment that he was.
At the same time, isn't everyone a little bit like this?
More often than not, after you actually get to know someone, they are nothing like the lies you heard at first & you'll discover something amazing- that they are actually a really
lovely person.
Those who believe everything they hear instead of working it out for themselves.. take a little time & work it out in your own head. Don't blab your empty lies to us.
Did i do the right thing by telling my friend?
xox
ps- This post wouldn't be complete without this, hahaa, enjoy:

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

A Few Short Stories About Sydney.

*We supported our friend by doing the chicken dance @ the Lowenbrau' German pub at The Rocks. Yes we looked like twits, but who cares. We had a blast.
I reccomend the Mango Beer or just the original.
*While helping a friend make some snacks after he so nicely opened up his house to about 10 people who wanted to hang out, i burned my finger on his oven. We were making toast. Sounds lame yeah? Well, he burnt his toast in an actual toaster. *

*We hit up this little corner cafe at Fiveways called Gusto for some delicious eggs benedict & coffee to warm our souls.
*Shopping on Oxford St with the girls was only made complete when a darling girl in our lil' crew purchased bright orange suede shoes. AMAZING.
*Driving from Woolloomoolloo -> Manly ->Woolloomooloo -> Manly -> Woolloomooloo.. stopping at a 24hr cafe both ways. All in the one night.
*Wearing my hair in a bun all day and standing on the corner of George St & Curtin Pl, i undid it & was flicking my
hair around wildly.
-I confess, it did look like a birds nest-
But nothing could prepare me for what happened next. My friend turned to me & asked
'Is that a wig?'
Dead pan. Dead serious.
I didn't know if i should laugh or cry!
Thanx mate.
*Rocking out in the car at traffic lights with 3 friends to 'Give me everything tonight.' and screaming it at the top of our lungs, HILARIOUS!
The end.
XOX
ps- How could i forget!
The 1st night at our hostel they ran out of blankets. Sweet. I had to sleep under 2 towels & 1 big scarfe. I was actually rather toasty- not sure how, but i was! Crazy.

Friday, June 17, 2011

SYDNEY ADVENTURES

It begins.
3 day long weekend.
15 Melbournians.
1 Capital City.
~INVASION~
Before i even left Melbourne, 2 good things happened to me.
1- Phone call from a friend offering me to pick me up at Sydney airport. Score! Thanks mate!
2- A text from another friend asking me out for dinner in Sydney. Lovely.
FAST FORWARD
I'm in Sydney. I've checked into accom. I've eaten. And am on my way to a party in Manly.
On the way, a friend sent me a text saying 'don't bother coming.'
We were 5 minutes away.. and well, i was intrigued. Onward.
To say that Melbourne brought the party to the party, is an understatement.
(dear Sydneysiders: don't hate me!)
I think it was half Melbourne & half Sydney people.
The guys were *rather* friendly.
Randomly coming up & introducing themselves.
Getting in photos with you.
(Quite a change from Melbournians who are rather highly strung & too scared of rejection that they wont bother to say 'hi.')
Then this one guy who i had only just met grabbed my hand on the dancefloor & said 'Lets salsa!'
Right.
They're playing house music & you want to salsa?!
So we salsa'd for a bit & i was just not feeling it.
Couldn't get me out of the awkwardness fast enough.
Yes, i did feel a little bit bad that i didn't dance with him for long. Sorry. I'm sure you're lovely.
I wont lie, i prefer dancing to dirty RnB.
"Any day of the week & twice on Sundays"- that's a quote from my favourite movie, 'A Few Good Men.'
Back to the party.
I did definitely meet some nice people & caught up with a lovely friend which was ace.
She actually said to me 'When i sent you that text, the party was really boring, but then all of the Melbourne crew showed up & it got heaps better! You guys bought the party!'
I was quietly stoked :)
The difference between a Sydney party & a Melbourne party?
Who even knows.
If I was to speculate.. i would say it's the people.
Melbournians aren't wildly crazy, we just don't give a rats as long as we're enjoying ourselves & having fun, nothing else matters.

Making fools of ourselves? Yeah. We don't care.
Good friends. Good tunes. Good vibes.
Maybe because Sydney is such a beautiful city there's a pretense that comes with living there?
Dare i say, a standard that if you don't meet, you'll feel like the odd one out & will be getting odd sideways glances.
Or as a friend said to me recently "it's like a disabled kid on the bus - you know its not right to stare but somehow you
can't avert your eyes."
If you don't fit the mould, do you get rejected?
Please don't get me wrong, i love every bit about Sydney & i always have a blast each time I'm there.
HOLD ON.
I love Sydney.. I always have a blast there..
Am i meant to be a Sydneysider?
XOX

Thursday, June 16, 2011

"GOOD THINGS COME TO THOSE WHO WAIT"

Damn straight.
I lived this when i flew home from Sydney - Melbourne.
Flying Tiger, ofcourse, because I'm cheap.
(no.. not cheap in THAT way you dirty blog reader of mine! ..even though i do wear a handcuff bracelet.. but that's another story.)
After a ride in a taxi where the driver told me 'You need a husband with a good job & a good heart.' I Arrived at the airport.
Flight cancelled. Brilliant.
Line up at Tiger for almost... 2hours i think.
Patience is definitely a virtue.
There was an older chick a few people behind me who was having a rant on her mobile about how rubbish it all was, talking loudly, abruptly, annoyingly, swearing.. you get the point.
What are you going to do love?? Make a scene and look like an absolute idiot while doing so? Mission accomplished, sweetie.
So because i couldn't change the situation & i was definitely going to be in line for a long time, i made the most of it.
Earphones in. Music on. *Possibly dancing away to the beats.. not a care in the world!
Its my turn to go to the counter. I'm ecstatic!
Finally i get to find out if A: I'm getting on a flight home tonight. B: sleeping in the airport overnight. C:booking myself a train ticket home for the following day.
*PAUSE POST*
~here's a lil extra info for you: although my first & only (thus far..) boyfriend was 2.5years younger than me, i have ALWAYS been more attracted to older guys. ALWAYS.~
*RESUME POST*
I walk up to the counter. Lovely guy. I'd say in his 30's. Sparkly, friendly eyes. Dimples. Big smile.
I'm all friendly & start chatting away to him while he gets me onto a flight home that evening to Avalon airport. I'm stoked.
He's been working from 2pm - 9pm.
No break. No food. No nothing.
Poor love.
Hands me my boarding pass & apologises for the 2hr wait.
No worries mate, its not your fault :) have a good night.
I venture through to customs. Take off all my metal including my handcuff bracelet & place it in the x-ray tray.
'Scuse me Miss, but you can't take this bracelet on the plane with you because it is a replica of a weapon. If you want to keep it, you'll have to go back to the check in
counter & check your bags in.'
This, friends, is the LAST thing you want to hear.
I got this bracelet from the Portobello Road Markets in London.
I definitely am not giving it up.
I head back to check in. Fuming.
There are 2 lines. One for Tullamarine Airport & one
for Avalon Airport.
Now that i am checked in for Avalon Airport, i go straight to the front of the very short line.
My lovely check in guy comes over & is like 'Sorry guys, we're getting everyone all in the one queue now,
you'll have to move over there.'
I say 'You JUST checked me in, like 5 minutes ago.
I need to check in my bag please.'
He remembered me.
(I've discovered it pays to be friendly to your check in guy)
I am informed that because i haven't paid for luggage,
i am now up for $70.
They don't take eftpos.
Only cash or credit card.
Oh, and if you use credit card, it's an extra $6.
Lovely.
To lighten any situation, i always try to make someone laugh/smile.
'Looks like its credit card then.. unless you'll accept $15 cash?!'
Clearly joking with the gorgeous man.
He seemed to take a liking towards me and said
'In all the confusion... i *forgot* to charge you for the baggage.' :)
*SHOCKED! I actually gasped & had the biggest smile on my dial.
'You're a good man. Thankyou. Have a great night :) '
Also, there will be a couple more posts about Sydney.
In no particular order.
ps- I love you and i love Sydney.
XOX

Thursday, June 2, 2011

I HAVE SOMETHING A.M.A.Z.I.N.G TO SHARE w YOU!

So, when i open up internet explorer, Google is my home page.
I know.
*Yawn. *Boring. *Blah blahh..
Anyway.
Today when i opened up the internet, i noticed something new under the Google heading.
Observe:
'Museums of the World'
I couldn't click the link fast enough!
I love art/galleries & everything inbetween.
Always have & most definitely always will.
This will blow your mind!
Check it out for yourselves:
It is possibly the best website i have seen all year!
(sorry www.justinhunter.com.au Yours is good too, promise..!)
Being privileged enough to have already been to a few of these museums & art galleries around the world (literally) it's safe to say my brain had a synapse overload when
i found this fabulous website.
My brain had a mini meltdown due to the range of artworks that you can zoom in on close enough to see brush strokes.
It's ridiculous.
Ridiculously good, people.
Get on it.
Even if you're not an art lover yourself, have a look & maybe you'll find something that catches your eye or you might grow to have more appreciation for art in general.
Either way, it's a good 5 minute escape from your everyday life.
Enjoy :)
xox