It's not unusual to hear a person these days bitching about the trains. If you are simply not a fan of understandable complaints, then don't read this.
I have a habit of pointing out the negative!
Must there always be a scene on morning trains?
They're always packed, there is never a bloody seat to sit and it's early. Majority of people like myself, are already in crabby moods, simply because we're out of bed! It's always annoying to be on public transport, but when another person makes this already unbearable experience worse, that's when I get the shits!
Are all school kids normal when alone, then turn into complete wankers once accompanied by friends?
I completely understand being loud and having a laugh with buddies, but when you start blocking the doors at stops and jumping on the seats (mind you, people are sitting on them) then its totally uncalled for.
I hate when mothers let their toodlers climb up the poles and run through the trains. Of course when they stack it down the stairs it's their fault. Take some responsibility.
Dumbass.
Not unless you are a complete weirdo with a foot fetish...NO ONE LIKES BARE FEET UP ON THE SEAT NEXT TO THEM! Your not even supposed to be putting your feet up, but if you really must, closed shoes would be nice.
To that man who felt the urge to throw his cigarette at my feet this morning.
Shame you didn't choke on it.
Some people should just be banned from public transport. I propose a special lane for them on roads....TO FLINSTONE THEY'RE ASSES TO WHEREVER THEY HAVE TO BE HAHA!
Monday, November 19, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Slaps
When you feel the urge to kick someone's ass, what better way to 'do it' with a SLAP!!!!!
Not only are slaps quick, but they get the job done. The more pain inflicted...the better!!
I know someone who could do with a slap right about now!!! She won't have to wait very long hahaha!
My plan just backfired. My cheeks (on my face) have taken a beating.
PLAN B is yet to be confirmed.
Not only are slaps quick, but they get the job done. The more pain inflicted...the better!!
I know someone who could do with a slap right about now!!! She won't have to wait very long hahaha!
My plan just backfired. My cheeks (on my face) have taken a beating.
PLAN B is yet to be confirmed.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Girl Power
As most people already know, the Spice Girls have announced a world tour.If you don't know who the Spice Girls are, your asking for an ass whooping!
Most kids who grew up in the 90s will be familiar with their 'Girl Power' motto and songs such as 'Wannabe, Say You'll Be There, Stop (I still remember the dance moves), Spice Up Your Life and 2 Become 1'.
So far, 11 tour dates have been announced. The thing that shits me is that there is only the one show planned for Australia in Sydney. You'd think I'd be ecstatic that I'm actually in the state they'll be performing in, but the likelihood of me actually getting a ticket is slim.
In order to obtain tickets, fans were asked to register on www.spicegirlsonline.com/. Naturally, I registered like a BAGILLION times and registered the names of family and friends. Whether or not they knew about the concert, didn't matter to me. It was just an excuse to use all the names of people I knew, so that I could be the one to get an email saying that I had received tickets.
OF COURSE THIS HAS NOT HAPPENED!!
Every girl will be wanting the opportunity for these childhood songs to be sung just as they remember them.
Registering on Spice Girls.com has given me nothing but false hope.
Grrrrrrr!
Mr. World 2007
Last night, being bored shitless with my brother, I flicked through Foxtel as I do. To my surprise on Fox8 was a bloody beauty pageant..........WITH DUDES!!!! So obviously, this having grabbed my full attention I kept on watching. I watched it long enough to pick out who I thought was hot, and those who really, I guess had nice personalities haha jks. Then I realised that I was missing out on valuable Wentworth Miller time (I don't care if there's a possibility that he's gay) and watched Prison Break.
Still...these contestants, in my opinion are worthy of a mention:
MR .BRAZIL
Ahhhhhhh so hot! I don't know how he does it. He definetly can pull off the sexy smouldering 'come to me' look but still has the charm to look like a cutie with that smile! Can't see how he didn't end up winning?
MR. AUSTRALIA
You gotta include the hometown boy!! In his free time he likes to watch a good movie and keep up with the lastest fashion. Luckily in his profile they mentioned he spoke English...no shit sherlock!
MR. PHILIPPINES
I couldn't help but include the filo haha!! He plays basketball...like all the other filos lmao!
MR. SPAIN CROWNED MR. WORLD
I honestly don't even remembering seeing this guy, but I guess he had something the judges liked. Nice eyes though! He kinda looks freaky in the second picture, but at least you know he's clean!
30 Days of Night
Who says you can't still be scared by a bloody horror movie??
Quite recently I watched the David Slade film, '30 Days of Night' based on horror comics written by Steve Niles. I must say, the movie was successful in making me scream like a little girl and cough as if I were about to throw up. However, there are moments where I wanted to just piss my pants. The monsters, as scary as they are, could be convincing comedians. I couldn't help but wonder, "Damn they need a toothbrush..listerine dude, ever heard of nailcutter, what's with the retarded accents and the spastic walking patterns.
Basically, for a month an isolated town of Alaska experience a month of darkness. They experience harsh conditions and are forced to rely on themselves for survival.
Who voluntarily lives in a place where there's no light and absolutely nothing to do??? For example, if the town just 'happens' to be invaded by vampires, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO GO FOR HELP DUMBARSE!!!!!
God, horror movies makes me laugh and frustrate me at the same time!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Weekend of Trouble
Last weekend was definetly a memorable one.
On Saturday morning I unfornately had to go to work.
The usual shift involved customers who couldn't open their eyes to find what they were looking for, tightarses who believed that prices for birthday cards were too steep, constant price checks for missing barcodes and my refusal to jump onto registers despite being called numerous times.
That is what I get for working at a place called the "Reject Shop". I know what your thinking, I must be a reject for working at the Reject Shop. How original!. I've heard it all before, so it comes as no surprise. Luckily, my shift wasn't for very long.
Finally, a friend and I went back to my house to get ready!
When the banner came up and the Sam's Town slideshow began, my voice had already gone. The prospect of seeing Brandon.......ohhhhhhhhh! And there he was ...
Every song I wanted to hear.
"They say the devil's water it ain't so sweet,
You don't have to drink right now,
But you can dip you feet,
Every once in a little while"
Ohhhh and that guitar riff. Woah...Brandon definetly is a performer. The sight of seeing him shaking his leg (looked good, but I know sounds so wrong), dancing like a plane, playing the piano, throwing flowers into the crowd and that sexy voice was something else. I wished I was in the mosh for the glitter dammit! After coming back onstage for two encores, all I remember Brandon saying was, "Your making it so hard to leave!".
I hate seeing people sitting at concerts when clearly everyone is up singing and dancing!!!!
My night didn't end there.
Due to promises I made to a friend, I wandered with friends around the city in pursuit of a nightclub. I asked one of the security guards where to go. "Your supposed to be like Harry Potter and walk into the wall" is what I was told.
On Saturday morning I unfornately had to go to work.
The usual shift involved customers who couldn't open their eyes to find what they were looking for, tightarses who believed that prices for birthday cards were too steep, constant price checks for missing barcodes and my refusal to jump onto registers despite being called numerous times.
That is what I get for working at a place called the "Reject Shop". I know what your thinking, I must be a reject for working at the Reject Shop. How original!. I've heard it all before, so it comes as no surprise. Luckily, my shift wasn't for very long.
Finally, a friend and I went back to my house to get ready!
I WAS TO SEE BRANDON FLOWERS (THE ULTIMATE MACHINE) IN REAL LIFE!!
After finally deciding what to wear, I told my Dad we were ready to leave. "Do you think you should be going to a concert in that?", was all I got. My Dad didn't approve of a simple short white dress that I'd bought from Myer. So thinking I better compromise, I chose to wear shorts underneath.
After a short train ride we arrived at the Entertainment Centre. We knew there was some time to spare before the band actually came on. Thankgod for the Maccas close by. I attended to my hunger pains with a large double cheesburger meal. Even though most of the fries were burnt, I still ate it all. Then, to our seats we went.
Who thought it'd be soo hard to locate a simple door , row and seat number?
After moving because of two tools who couldn't read their tickets, I began to take in the supporting act. I didn't even know who they were. All I knew was that they were a local band from Sydney, eager for some love from the crowd. I just wanted to see the Killers.
After finally deciding what to wear, I told my Dad we were ready to leave. "Do you think you should be going to a concert in that?", was all I got. My Dad didn't approve of a simple short white dress that I'd bought from Myer. So thinking I better compromise, I chose to wear shorts underneath.
After a short train ride we arrived at the Entertainment Centre. We knew there was some time to spare before the band actually came on. Thankgod for the Maccas close by. I attended to my hunger pains with a large double cheesburger meal. Even though most of the fries were burnt, I still ate it all. Then, to our seats we went.
Who thought it'd be soo hard to locate a simple door , row and seat number?
After moving because of two tools who couldn't read their tickets, I began to take in the supporting act. I didn't even know who they were. All I knew was that they were a local band from Sydney, eager for some love from the crowd. I just wanted to see the Killers.
When the banner came up and the Sam's Town slideshow began, my voice had already gone. The prospect of seeing Brandon.......ohhhhhhhhh! And there he was ...
Every song I wanted to hear.
"They say the devil's water it ain't so sweet,
You don't have to drink right now,
But you can dip you feet,
Every once in a little while"
Ohhhh and that guitar riff. Woah...Brandon definetly is a performer. The sight of seeing him shaking his leg (looked good, but I know sounds so wrong), dancing like a plane, playing the piano, throwing flowers into the crowd and that sexy voice was something else. I wished I was in the mosh for the glitter dammit! After coming back onstage for two encores, all I remember Brandon saying was, "Your making it so hard to leave!".
I hate seeing people sitting at concerts when clearly everyone is up singing and dancing!!!!
My night didn't end there.
Due to promises I made to a friend, I wandered with friends around the city in pursuit of a nightclub. I asked one of the security guards where to go. "Your supposed to be like Harry Potter and walk into the wall" is what I was told.
Loser.
Finding out that the entry price was now $20 after midnight, I didn't know what I'd gotten myself into. Once the lift doors slid open, I realised that a friend has paid $20 for me to get into a rnb club, predominately filled with Asians. After this, I attempted to find my friend, then met eyes with the bar, and decided he could find me!!
Who knew that there could be soo many dance moves you could do as a bartender when someone simply asks for a glass of water?
Sliding a drink to me wasn't the smartest thing that this bartender could do on his part.
I must say, I did enjoy the music. I had fun. Although out of nowhere, this middle aged Asian man, who's shirt quite successfully resembled an American taxi, felt the urge to step on my foot.
His moves were a combination of Napolean Dynamite meets the Karate Kid.
The dancing continued till 4 am in the morning. I knew my parents would kill me because I mentioned going to the Killers concert, but failed to mention the clubbing that I planned after.
After failing to find a taxi with it's light on, we deserted this chase and headed to Maccas. Finding that their queue was ridculous, I went to Hungry Jack's and brought it back to Macca's to eat. Whilst sitting on seats that had a perfect view of the street, friends and I managed to witness all.
A girl being badgered by an annoying drunk weirdo, morons coming out of a club, rebels who thought it was hiliarious to cross the road while it was 'red' and a girl throw up in the bin. This totally killed my morning meal.
Then to the cab we went. Luckily we got a man who already had the radio on. While listening to 106.5 and no one wanting me to sing, I tried to hum to Bryan Adam's "Heaven", Stevie Nicks's "Edge of Seventeen" and Human League's "Don't you Want me Baby". Finally, for $55, we were home and Mum and Dad were both awake.
For sleeping for what felt like 20mins, I remembered I had to get up at 10. After my shift the day before, my manager reminded me that I was rostered for working the next day. I stupidly said I would. The shop would open at 10 and I was supposed to start at 12. My friend who I thought was able to take my shift couldn't, so I was screwed. I woke up Mum begging her to call in sick for me. I leave her on the phone only to hear...
"Hello this is Rosalie's mum, I'm sorry Rosalie can't come in today because she went out last night and she hasn't been feeling well. She's been vomiting all morning and is suffering from bad diarrheoa!"
Luckily, after another phone call, Mum was able to convince my manager that I really couldn't come to work and didn't know anyone else who could take my shift. Snaps for Mum!
The rest of the weekend involved babysitting my 12-year old cousin. It wasn't hard. All I had to do was play Guitar Hero, Singstar and Nintendo Wii.
So really, I wasn't complaining at all.
Who knew that there could be soo many dance moves you could do as a bartender when someone simply asks for a glass of water?
Sliding a drink to me wasn't the smartest thing that this bartender could do on his part.
I must say, I did enjoy the music. I had fun. Although out of nowhere, this middle aged Asian man, who's shirt quite successfully resembled an American taxi, felt the urge to step on my foot.
His moves were a combination of Napolean Dynamite meets the Karate Kid.
The dancing continued till 4 am in the morning. I knew my parents would kill me because I mentioned going to the Killers concert, but failed to mention the clubbing that I planned after.
After failing to find a taxi with it's light on, we deserted this chase and headed to Maccas. Finding that their queue was ridculous, I went to Hungry Jack's and brought it back to Macca's to eat. Whilst sitting on seats that had a perfect view of the street, friends and I managed to witness all.
A girl being badgered by an annoying drunk weirdo, morons coming out of a club, rebels who thought it was hiliarious to cross the road while it was 'red' and a girl throw up in the bin. This totally killed my morning meal.
Then to the cab we went. Luckily we got a man who already had the radio on. While listening to 106.5 and no one wanting me to sing, I tried to hum to Bryan Adam's "Heaven", Stevie Nicks's "Edge of Seventeen" and Human League's "Don't you Want me Baby". Finally, for $55, we were home and Mum and Dad were both awake.
For sleeping for what felt like 20mins, I remembered I had to get up at 10. After my shift the day before, my manager reminded me that I was rostered for working the next day. I stupidly said I would. The shop would open at 10 and I was supposed to start at 12. My friend who I thought was able to take my shift couldn't, so I was screwed. I woke up Mum begging her to call in sick for me. I leave her on the phone only to hear...
"Hello this is Rosalie's mum, I'm sorry Rosalie can't come in today because she went out last night and she hasn't been feeling well. She's been vomiting all morning and is suffering from bad diarrheoa!"
Luckily, after another phone call, Mum was able to convince my manager that I really couldn't come to work and didn't know anyone else who could take my shift. Snaps for Mum!
The rest of the weekend involved babysitting my 12-year old cousin. It wasn't hard. All I had to do was play Guitar Hero, Singstar and Nintendo Wii.
So really, I wasn't complaining at all.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Don't Get It Twisted
Hmmm what seems interesting enough to blog about?
I'll just start with my morning and I'll see where I end up going with this "lmao" (as my little happy chappy friend only just realised the meaning of this common indication of humour).
This morning my lack of sleep was interrupted by the loud noise of of rain hitting my window. It didn't help either when I hadn't closed it the night before lol. This unfortunate incident was followed by the cries of my mother telling me that breakfast was ready!!! Probably the best thing to look forward to in the morning.......food, not my mum jks. She'll probably be annoyed that I haven't already choosen to dedicate my blog to her. If you haven't already noticed, food loves me and I love it haha. My window sill was soaked, but the sight of a plate filled with toast, eggs, bacon and sausages made me forget it all!!!
On the way to school (or whatever I'm supposed to call it) I was forced to endure yet another day on a train!!
Is it just me or do I have a sign on my back asking randoms to talk to me??
I glanced at the monitor and realised that my train would come for another 13 mins. Feeling so helpless, I considered pulling out my reader and decided what I normally do......whinge to myself and wait!! Whilst being at Bankstown Station (yes, Bankstown), this man in a fairly nice business suit, decided to say "Hello". Not wanting to be a snob, or encourage him to talk to me more, I simply replied, "Hi". His next question was, "Are you Asian?". I was stuck there thinking, "God, can this guy actually see me?". Resisting the urge to be a smartarse I said, "Yes". For a conversation that went on until the train arrived, I found out that this man was a lawyer who'd come from Lebanon and was working at the Arab Bank. He gave me his business card, in the event that I ever needed a loan. Like my ticket, I managed to lose this before I got to Central.
Without anything else to type and not knowing how to end it. That is all for now!
I'll just start with my morning and I'll see where I end up going with this "lmao" (as my little happy chappy friend only just realised the meaning of this common indication of humour).
This morning my lack of sleep was interrupted by the loud noise of of rain hitting my window. It didn't help either when I hadn't closed it the night before lol. This unfortunate incident was followed by the cries of my mother telling me that breakfast was ready!!! Probably the best thing to look forward to in the morning.......food, not my mum jks. She'll probably be annoyed that I haven't already choosen to dedicate my blog to her. If you haven't already noticed, food loves me and I love it haha. My window sill was soaked, but the sight of a plate filled with toast, eggs, bacon and sausages made me forget it all!!!
On the way to school (or whatever I'm supposed to call it) I was forced to endure yet another day on a train!!
Is it just me or do I have a sign on my back asking randoms to talk to me??
I glanced at the monitor and realised that my train would come for another 13 mins. Feeling so helpless, I considered pulling out my reader and decided what I normally do......whinge to myself and wait!! Whilst being at Bankstown Station (yes, Bankstown), this man in a fairly nice business suit, decided to say "Hello". Not wanting to be a snob, or encourage him to talk to me more, I simply replied, "Hi". His next question was, "Are you Asian?". I was stuck there thinking, "God, can this guy actually see me?". Resisting the urge to be a smartarse I said, "Yes". For a conversation that went on until the train arrived, I found out that this man was a lawyer who'd come from Lebanon and was working at the Arab Bank. He gave me his business card, in the event that I ever needed a loan. Like my ticket, I managed to lose this before I got to Central.
Without anything else to type and not knowing how to end it. That is all for now!
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