NYE '07: last minute antics

Sometimes, all a girl wants is a little

something

Frustration

Sometimes, I am so infuriated, I either have to cry or hit somebody.

Boxing Day

Today, I woke up to have worked for the first time on Christmas eve, and every day leading up to it, with only Christmas day off.
Today, I had my first Boxing Day, like my first Christmas, overseas. Without family. Working. Overtime. In chaos.
Today, I stood on my feet for 12 solid hours.
Today, I developed pains in those spots in my back which normally do all right.
Today, I was thankful in the afternoon I ate the scroll I didn't really want in the morning.
Today, I had my first glass of water at 4, and lunch at 5. In 2 minutes. Standing.
Today, I witnessed first hand, how people are so easily swayed by the notion of discounts. Not that there was any more of it than before.
Today, I am reminded afresh the importance of teamwork, and the value of coordination.
Speaking of which, today, I realized how bimbotic some people are. And am extremely grateful for my common sense.
Today, I properly wore in my new shoes, without the slightest hint of discomfort. Because I didn't have time to feel. No feeling's a good feeling.
Today, my hair worked its way into being due for a wash, even with the wash it had last night.
Today, my body was so confused, I managed just mango and spoons full of ice-cream for dinner.
Today, I decided this would be my first and last Boxing Day in retail.

I'm not ungrateful, but. I don't have dollars (or plastic) to throw around, so I might as well be making some. What did everyone else get up to today?

Some people say it so much better

That, and I'm too bloody lazy to even try myself, but this little 12 days piece just does... something for my sensibilities. I'd just link the gem - which is off andre jordan's beautiful revolution, but I'm reposting so I can reread it at ease. Read it, too, if it does anything for you.

The street light outside my window fli fli fli fli flickers and then connects filling the room with neon maybes and accidental babies and a girl in a spacesuit waiting at the airport with a suitcase full of words she has been writing all of her life but no one on the planet seems able to understand even though she has written every single word in finest fluent english using both of her hands fli fli fli fli the street light disconnects again like the heartbeat of a dying man who lies there forever wondering if he has done enough said enough lived all that he can 12 days and counting until he reaches the promised land fli fli fli fli the street light reconnects once more and the girl in the spacesuit sits down in the middle of the airport and slowly begins to unpack the contents of her suitcase carefully placing each page of her life in an illogical order that would make no sense to anyone not anyone except perhaps perhaps a dying man fli fli fli fli the streetlight disconnects again and the dying man begins to cry as each moment of his life is projected onto the ceiling above him in a bleached out glow that seems to calm like snow on a war zone fli fli fli fli the streetlight reconnects and the girl in the spacesuit is beginning to worry about the order in which she has placed the pages of her life because it's not quite right it's not quite right and she needs to get it right this time because she is utterly convinced that this is her final last chance and one misplaced page could ruin everything fli fli fli fli the streetlight disconnects once more and the dying man watches his mother and father dancing then crying then shouting then the bleached out show fades into a new scene and the ceiling now fills with a girl he once met 17 years ago in an almost forgotten 4am place and as he tries to remember the month she appeared the girl smiles at him and he smiles back at her and she begins to thank him for being the best friend she ever had and explains to him as he lies calmly in war zone snow how much his kindness had helped to make her a braver person than she ever thought she could be and how sad she had been when everything went wrong and how she had missed him and had hoped that he was well and and and the dying man smiles once more and thanks her from the bottom of his heart for finally giving him the chance to explain to her why he had to walk away and how he wished her well and as the girl he once knew smiles back at him the room fills with joy and the ghost that haunted him finally evaporates beneath the war zone snow 12 days and counting until he reaches the promised land fli fli fli fli the streetlight reconnects and the girl in the spacesuit sits silently looking at her life illogically scattered on the ground that's it she thinks that's all I can do an ice coffee on the seat beside her and a packet of potato chips in her hand 12 days and counting until someone finally understands.

Post Script

PS. I forgot to show you R's Big Brother video entry. I must admit she is cute; your watching it wouldn't have gone astray.

PS. I wanted to tell you to pop in next door to meet A, who was working there yesterday, and who is Eurasian, and who's face, I'm sure, you'd have appreciated. She's young, she's a looker, she said to me something so naively, you'd have loved it.

PS. The hot girl with legs up to there, and perfect everywhere else, came back again. I am more convinced than ever that she is - if not already - unharvested talent. I got to say to her: give me your name and number and I'll call you. If I could choose how I could look, she would be it. Damn, if I looked half like her, I'd have no complaints.

PS. I said, today, and thought one second later of how jealous you could be, to some little Miss I was dressing: let me unbutton you, if that's OK. And proceeded to do just so.

Then again, you had your own brand of fun, eh?

Grad Ball

RMH celebrates with their graduates at the Melbourne Aquarium. Yes, they served fish, and no, there were no emergencies requiring CPR.

T with Anna
The girl is so funny, I love her!

The group's post-grads
Han Shin, Anna, Lyra

And one with Alison
to make up the girls

Add Andrew
The brainy one with a head of curls

And Steve
Who does a "special eye trick"

And Matt
Another one blessed with IQ to the sky

And I'm in the midst of
Doctordom!

Another one with the girls
Because one can never have enough

Dusk turns to night
And we're still going

With Sidney and Anne
Because we can ;D

The boy in suit and tie
He's smiling but he'd rather die

Hangin' with Jehan and Soma
For four times the smiles

One of the ever patient, wonderfully
understanding supporters

And one of Hengster and Blackdeath
Grinning doctors, they are

To cap off, the doctors Matt and Andrew
And some bunny ears

On these days gone past

Sure ranting lets me blow off steam, but these days, I find myself slowing down in the virtual ranting department so as not to:

1. Turn this space into bitchy land;
2. Say too much to close to home; and
3. Go on and about in cryptic twists and turns, to say in other words what cannot be put plainly.

That, and these days are eventful times. I find myself flirting between something to the next, but never properly, happily anchored. I need badly to organize my thoughts, what more deal with matters from all these events, which I can only and unsatisfactorily skim though on each of its surfaces.

I suppose I cannot say it's been boring. We've had the parental units on either side come and go, the long awaited graduation (from the frying pan to the fire?), a life conceived, work dramas, a taste of hanging out like old times, a health scare from over the other side of the world, a friend's change of status, laughing and reminiscing. We've even ordered furniture, and blown considerable money on blinds.

I may be operating on a level of control much lower than I like, but I can't say I'm not living life.

Blvd

Photos from 3 months ago - Eek! That's like, a quarter of a year gone by. Yikes - Now I'm really beginning to scare myself. Blink and it's Christmas, and this time, it won't be the holidays for me in every sense of the word. Sigh. Guess I'll have to think of *something* to make up for it, right Lizzy? *big fat not so subtle hint*

Prepping, but of course!
Ever ready, Liz gets the night started.

We take it inside, and it's
more drinks, naturally! ;D

Woohing, as we do :P
A few good songs don't hurt...

to get into the swing of things!
As demonstrated by Mary.

And Geoff...

And Liz!

More than just hands up in the air!
The dance floor gets serious.

The photos don't do justice
to all the action, all the passion.

What do you know,
we've got a dance off on our hands! :D
I'm not sure why the crowd looks so bored here, haha. We're not.

But even good times come to an end,
or is it age that creeps up on you?

The party queen is out!
G'night!