~School times are good times

Ahhh to be young wild & free!
Without a care in the world!
*Pause blog. Aren't i still all of those things?! Why am i talking about it like it's millenniums ago? Hmm.*
I was thinking the other day~
Yes, i know, shock horror but i do like to try to use & abuse my brain on occasion.
Anyway, so i was trying to think of what to write my blog about today.
'School' has come up trumps.
You think that's lame? Yeah. Probably.
But for some reason you are still reading this aren't you?!
I was talking with a friend just yesterday about school.
Let's have an adventure~ an exploration, like you learn about in Geography class.
Oh the mischief you can get up to!
Getting out of school late because you were far too caught up with all the fun activities you were doing with your friends.
Looking for excuses, any old excuse, to do it all again the following day.
Going home & being sore all over your body from wrestling with your friends all day long!
Then there's those times where you discover massive scratch marks on your leg & you wonder how on earth you got them.
Or all those random bruises on your legs.. 'oh, hello there. I don't remember seeing you yesterday.'
And going home & being asked 'Whats wrong with your hair? It looks like a birds nest.' *Ohh.. That's probably from that annoying friend who just loves grabbing your hair & messing it up. Oh Good. Excellent. Brilliant.
And you thought your hair was looking ok? Ha!
Fool.
What about when you go home with a massive, fat, puffed up lip from where your friend head butted you? That's always fun.
How dare i forget! Knee high socks. Whether you are in primary or secondary, I'm sure you girlies out there would understand the ol' knee high slipping down your leg & having to snap it back up again. Over & Over & Over. *Snap.
Being tackled & pinned down & only THEN realising how small you actually are.
And your friend has the nerve to ask you 'Are you ok?' Seriously. 'Im STUCK!'

And ofcourse, it would be unfair if i didn't mention those ratty boys who only want to kiss you.
Boy: 'Lets play kiss-chasey!!'
Girl: 'Ewwww, boy germs! Go away! No!'
Boy: *cue INSTANT chase.*
Good memories until the end of time.
6-6.5 hours of fun everyday? Yes please!
Schools in Vs Schools out.
xox

JUST TEXT ME ALREADY! ARGH

You know when you don't hear from someone for ages & it drives you WILDLY insane~

Friend. Family member. Loved one. That cutie you gave your phone number to..

No text, no phone call, no email, no snail mail, no carrier pigeon messages.

And being the stubborn dutch girl that you are..

I mean.. being the stubborn girl that you are..

I mean.. being the girl that you are..

I mean.. being YOU.. whoever you might be..

You refuse to contact them first.

Out of spite? Yes. Ofcourse. What other reason even exists?

Ahh, so lame. So very lame!

It's such high school level stupidity.

But you know that if you leave it long enough you figure they'll have to contact you first.

Wont they?

It's almost like that game you play at school, 'Mercy,' where you hold your friends hands, turn your arms inside out & whoever hurts & yells out 'Mercy' first, is the loser? Even if you are hurting, you still refuse to yell out because you don't want to lose..

Why do we play this silly little mind trip game?

Or should that be.. why do I play this silly little mind trip game?
I haven't the faintest idea!
As time goes by you start to think about other people, places, life, planning that trip overseas..
You may even totally forget about said person who hasn't contacted you.
Who??
Oh yeah, i used to know them. I wonder what they're up to these days..
And then casually minding your own business one evening while sitting on your friends couch, your phone buzzes.
'Oooh!! A text! I wonder who it's from!?'
Oh. It's you. Really? YOU. That's so damn random!
You sit there staring at your phone for what feels like millennium's.. REALLY?!
I just got THAT message?! From you?!
That's awesome!
So nice to hear from you, it's been a while.
I can't help but wonder why you are now suddenly wanting back in my life though, ahh the plot thickens.
The moral of this story? There is no moral of this story. It's just a story. And it's also a complete contradiction of last weeks post.
What?
You have to mix it up & keep it interesting!
xox

SYDNEY Vs 2x MELBOURNIAN WOMEN

What can 2 young, single women get up to with 5 nights in Sydney?
A lot. You would think.

Here are some short stories:

*After arriving in Sydney & turning on my phone, i noticed a friend had suggested cocktails.

I was off to a good start & i hadn't even collected my bags yet!

We went to Shady Pines Saloon~ it was cool.

Recommended is the Buffalo Trace bourbon, straight & shot, it will not disappoint. I promise. 

Follow it up with some Mexican & you've

had a brilliant night!*

~Upon leaving the Saloon, your friend informs you of a big celebratory night they recently had here & how they woke up with a mysterious permanent marker in their pocket the following morning. Random. But then a couple days later, you are reflecting on this conversation & realise that on this particular celebratory night, your friend sent you this picture:

'Get back in line' ...i can't help but wonder if this in fact was my friends handy work~

*I had very inconspicuously hidden a spare set of keys for my Smash friend, who was yet to arrive, under a sign post in the middle of the road outside our apartment. It was genius. Who would look in the shrubs for keys? Here is the link to our place, its fantastic: http://www.stayz.com.au/17128 ~this is our actual apartment. Totally gorgeous & i want to show it off to you!*

*If you check out that link, you'll notice there are windows in the bathroom.. all I've got to say is, it's a little bit awkward when you shower with the windows wide open to let out the steam & while you are conditioning your hair, you look out across the way & you spot a family sitting down to dinner. You think 'hmm, if i can see them this easily... there's probably a 100% chance they can see me & I don't want to put them off their dinner.' Windows closed.*

*We hit up a 3 day convention while we were in town which was very pleasant. On day 1, we got told we were 'Striking' & that we 'Stood out from the crowd because we looked different to everyone else.' As for the style in general, it wasn't exactly out of this world but to be honest, i would have to say people do know how to put an outfit together & look suave. Whether its a red leather tie or a pair of baby blue pants teamed with navy jacket,

it was nicely put together.*

*Then there were drinks at the Novotel. Being surrounded by the beautiful people & not knowing many there, definitely makes one feel insanely shy! Yes. That would be me I'm referring to. (As in, the shy one.. not the beautiful one) So instead of being all up in someone's grill, i chilled in the background sipping frangelico & lime while observing.*

*The Food: Mexican, Italian, Japanese. Win.

There is an amazing Japanese restaurant down the road from our place. In true Japanese style when you walk in, you are greeted with 'Irashimase!' (Welcome) & if you have ever been to Japan, you would know that when you walk into a shop, you are always greeted with that.

We found a nice Italian place called Love Supreme. And boy did we love it!

http://lovesupreme.com.au/

Get the YABASTA or ORECCHIETTE.*
~Although we didn't get it, apparently the Leone is also good~

*We ventured out into the glorious sunshine cruising around the city & Hyde Park. To our surprise, we got tan lines! We also hit up a pier right near the Opera House & Sydney Harbour Bridge. We soaked up the sunshine & were interrupted by an American guy asking us to take photos of himself holding up signs with mushy messages of love on them for his girlfriend! It was adorable! I wanted in on the cuteness so i jumped in a photo with him & made a love heart with my hands :) He then went on to tell us his name was Steadman & he was in a band who are playing a gig at Hisense Arena in Melbourne this weekend & he would get us free tickets.*

*Hitting up one of our favourite little spots- Gusto's at Fiveways- for breakfast/ brunch catch ups with a mate from Melbourne was lovely. It had been a long time between lattes.*

*How could i forget! The Lowenbrau. German Pub. German Beer. 2x Melbournian~European descendant women. Yes. It was as tasty as i rememebered. http://www.lowenbrau.com.au/

Sitting there minding our own business, a group of guys walked in. I took this poor quality, sneaky photo.. who needs pants? Seriously.*

*I think thats about it for now.

Thanks Sydney.

xox

THE LOVE OF MY LIFE.

I have 4.

Yes, 4 loves of my life.

one, two, three, four.

Simple as that!

Does that sound just a *little* bit greedy??

I figure, what's better than having 1 love of my life? ...well, having 4 of them, ofcourse darling!

The catch is, I don't want to share them~ so i guess that would be classed as greedy hey.

(Although, I am talking about them with you on my blog.. does that count as sharing them? Giving insight into them? Into the workings of my psyche? Maybe im not so greedy afterall)

It's ok to have 4... isn't it?

Who are they?

I thought you'd never ask! :)

Let me discuss:

Every now & then, you will meet someone who will completely blow you away.

Instantly.

That first impression will often set the benchmark for your future relationship with them.

You had fun with them & they left a huge impact on you.

From then on, the friendship & relationship can

only grow stronger.

No question about it. You are enamoured by them.

You want to see them every day & spend every waking

minute with them.

They are constantly on your mind. Morning, noon & night.

You want to love them, you want to smother them in kisses, you want to protect them, you want to help them, you want to always be there for them, if you could give them the world you would.

Then they do a small, simple gesture.

They smile at you.

They might hold your hand or give you a hug.

A kiss.

Just that little display of affection can keep your heart smiling for days, weeks, even months to come.

Every time you see them, whether it's often or not, you always experience a warm buzzing feeling deep down inside your heart.

Instantly a rush of endorphins flood over you.

You could be surrounded by a crowd of people, but in that very moment, nothing else matters except them.

The world around you is insignificant.

You are caught up in the moment!

I am ofcourse, talking about my 3 nieces & my 1 nephew.

The 4 loves of my life.

The very instant i met them after they were born, i felt

all of the above & more!

Instant, unselfish love.

I would do anything for those kids.
Anything.
No questions asked.
***
Im sorry if you got the wrong impression.
But i guess thats your fault for making such a wild assumption that i was in love with 4 men!

Thats just crazy.

ps- xox

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

"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