Moochness

Tuesday, June 29, 2004

Hunting High and Low

Update on the housing situation - just in case you were worried that in a mere two weeks I would be sleeping under a leafless tree on a cold Canberra street and waking up each morning covered in frost, you can set your mind at rest, as I have a found a new place to call home - yay!

But let me say that it has not been an easy process - I sent off a million and one emails last week to every "household seeking person" advertisement that I could find. And the replies came back in one of 3 forms:
- You sound like you'd be a great flatmate, but sorry, we've already filled the room.
- You sound like you'd fit into our house perfectly, and we love cats, but our lease doesn't allow any pets.
- We're not really animal people, but if you were willing to ditch the cat, we'd be pleased to have you.

I never thought that owning a cat would be such an impediment to renting a place - I mean, honestly, how much damage can a cat do?? (Well, OK, he HAS peed in the corner of my room once or twice, but only because he's so attached to me that he didn't want to leave my room to find his litter tray... ;) And how is it humanly possible to not like cats??

But to cut a long story short, I've been offered a room in a townhouse in Swinger Hill. Isn't that just the coolest name for a suburb??! The name was, of course, the biggest factor in choosing this place - that and the fact that my options were extremely limited!!! I will be living with a young guy and a girl, who both seem pretty laid back and friendly. And who are not a couple and aren't in relationships!! The townhouse is quite old and a bit dodgy, but the rooms are a good size, it's about the same distance from work as the place I'm currently in, and best of all, I will be paying only $90 rent per week. For Canberra, that is incredibly cheap - Canberra rental rates rival Sydney's, and definitely outstrip Melbourne's. (For a tiny one bedroom, unfurnished flat in one of the non-inner suburbs of Canberra, you'd expect to pay a min of $180 a week - just crazy!!)

So there you have it - the big move will be happening not this weekend but the following one. And thankfully, since I left most of my crap with my (long-suffering) parents in Perth, it shouldn't be too arduous a process!!

And back to the place I am living in at the moment - I just want to say - for God's sake, if you're moving out with your boyfriend, and you WORK together every day of the week, can you not BEAR to be apart for ONE SINGLE NIGHT of the week?? Driving me absolutely freaking nuts. You know, I think this being abandoned by the flatmates may really be a blessing in disguise...but of course, that doesn't stop me from resenting being ditched!! :) Hand me those voodoo dolls... ;)

Monday, June 28, 2004

My Friend the Chocolate Cake

...are the most wonderful live act ever! I went to see them perform last week at Tilley's (which is a funky cabaret-style venue in Canberra, with plush red interior and lots of tables and booths. It used to be a "men by invitation only" club - a nice change, huh! - it's owned by a couple of lesbian ladies. I think the bar staff are still all female.)

For those of you unfamiliar with MFTCC, they are a local outfit made up of a cellist, violinist, lead singer & pianist, drummer and mandolin player. Their music is sorta hard to describe - kinda folky, very acoustic and melodic (if you're an Aussie, you would have heard their song "The Romp" on AMP commercials)... and they are incredible live performers! They are just great to watch - they have a real tangible passion for their music, and they enjoy playing with each other so much - it's great to see them exchanging grins while they're putting their heart and soul into the music. You just can't help but smile as you listen to their music, and despite having to head out into the chilly cold air at the end of the night, I left (after a SEVEN song encore!!) with a light heart and a grin on my face.

If you haven't seen MFTCC perform live before, and you ever get the opportunity, PLEASE take it up. Even if it's just to see the violinist's (Hope, aka "the violin pixie", according to someone in the audience...) trademark awesome clogs and tiara.

Trust me. They're great.

Wednesday, June 23, 2004

Taste it

EwwwwWWWWwwwwWWWW!!!!

Chocolate covered pork fat - what the???!

Tuesday, June 22, 2004

A sad silence

I just read a news article that nearly made me cry, so I thought I would share the joy. It's a report of a car accident in Victoria on Sunday - a 17 year old learner driver was driving with her parents, a younger sister and an exchange student from France, and veered into the path of an oncoming truck. All of the car occupants were killed.

The family had another 20 year old daughter, who was not in the car. I cannot imagine being in her position, losing all of her family in one fell swoop...just awful. And the family of the exchange student back in France...would they ever be able to forgive themselves for letting their daughter go to Australia??

Heart-wrenching stuff.

Sunday, June 20, 2004

Life

Well, this is the first time I've accessed the internet from home, from my laptop! I have been feeling guilty lately about posting entries from work - and it gets exceedingly difficult to do so with my workstation right outside the CEO's office door. So I should be posting more regularly, from home, now.

I spent a fantastic weekend in Sydney - many thanks to Dave again for his hospitality. We spent Saturday wandering along the shopping strip on trendy Oxford St (does the entire gay male population of Sydney work and/or shop on Oxford St??!?), and I nabbed a couple of bargains from FCUK. They have some great shirts - I picked up one I thought quite appropriate, reading "moody fcuk".

Dave and I and a friend who was visiting from PNG had dinner in a hip 'n' happening Greek restaurant on Macquarie St. It was your typically classy Greek joint, with a wall mural of cheesy Grecian scenery. There were a couple of birthday parties going on there, and about halfway through our dinner, the owner of the restaurant came out to stir things up a bit. He got the birthday boys and girls out onto the dancefloor for a Zorba dance, complete with plate smashing - and when he invited everyone to join in, Dave and I couldn't resist getting up there to throw a few plates. And it really is strangely satisfying to smash plates to smithereens. I highly recommend giving it a go!! The dancing continued after the plate smashing, and our table of Perthians had a song dedicated to us before we left - Wild Wild West. Tacky, yes, but those Greeks sure do know how to have fun!

We ventured on to a couple of Sydney's clubs - on Oxford St, and then on to King's Cross. Lots of good music, alcohol and dancing - ending up in a very late, and excellent, night, and very sore feet.

The hitch to an almost perfect weekend came when I arrived home. You remember my bitching about my flatmate's boyfriend ALWAYS being at our house? Well, karma has come back to bite me - my flatmate is moving out with him, and my other flatmate (they are sisters) is going with them.

So, my options are to stay in this house and find some new flatmates (and get a TV, washing machine, freezer, cutlery, crockery, pans, couch, table...) or to find a household that will take me and Oscar in. And I have 2 weeks to sort something out.

Both of my flatmates have assured me that their moving has nothing to do with me - and that they'll help me to find somewhere else or get flatmates as much as they can. But despite me understanding them moving, I can't help but take it personally, and feel hurt and let down. I don't want to have to socialise or even talk with them now, and I feel that the sooner I get out of here, the better. I know it's childish, but I have never been able to handle rejection well. If you don't want me around, well fine, I'll get out of your life and quit inconveniencing you as soon as I can.

Time to start a-huntin'.

Friday, June 11, 2004

I'm too sexy...

No, no, not me, silly! (I have no delusions there...) I am talking about my sleek, uber-chic, ultra-compact, awesome, shiny new Apple Powerbook!!! I'd been thinking about salary sacrificing a laptop for a while - finally got around to organising it last week. It was delivered about an hour ago. Perfect timing - am looking forward to playing with it on the long weekend!

Thanks to all you wonderful people for the birthday wishes - I am feeling quite spoilt! Special thanks to Al, Jo, Tam and Nads for the flowers and choccies, which were delivered to my work - so no doubt all my workmates are now thoroughly impressed by my gorgeously romantic and lavish secret admirer ;)

And as for the grand 1/4 of a century...as my family keeps reminding me, when I was a wordly teenager, I was convinced I would be married by the time I was 25. It seemed to me that by the time I was *that old* I would have everything worked out - I'd have the ideal job and would be advancing up the ranks, I'd be on the way to owning my own house, and I'd speak 3 different languages and have travelled the world over. Obviously the next step to completing my happiness would be to get married to my spunky, funny, intelligent and sensitive boyfriend, who I would have been dating for at least a year or so. Of course - it was predestined to be that way.

Ahem.

Maybe in the next 25 or so??

Monday, June 07, 2004

Young Girl

I went to get my hair cut on the weekend - just a trim, as it was getting a little mullet-like at the back (and I am extreeeemely paranoid about looking like I have a mullet!). I'm a bit dissatisfied with it actually, I'm looking a little "pumpkinhead"ish at the moment. Not good.

Conversation with the hairdresser (at Woden Plaza - I've been there a couple of times before):

Her: Do you work around here? You look very familiar, I'm sure I've seen you before.

Me: No, but you've cut my hair before, so that might be why you recognise me.

Her: Oh, ok. So what do you do?

Me: Ummm [I hate it when people ask what I do]... I'm a lawyer.

Her: Really??!?? But you look too young, you have such a baby face!! Do they take you seriously???

Me: Well, maybe some of the time...

Her: So how old are you?

Me: 25....(in a few days...eek!)

Her: Wow, you look like you're just out of school...

Well, I suppose it's better than one of my colleagues telling me recently that I have a massive patch of grey hairs at the back of my head!!

And if you're bored, try out this little game - petals on the roses. (Got it on my 4th guess - doesn't bode well, since apparently the smarter you are, the longer it takes!) [Link courtesy of Web Goddess]

Friday, June 04, 2004

Don't Go Breaking My Heart

There are some pretty horrendous breakup stories to be read here - hoping I never have one to compete!

Speaking of relationships, my two flatmates, who were both single when I moved into the house, have since found themselves boyfriends. Which I don't have a problem with...except that one of them is virtually living at our house now. Nice enough guy, but I'm getting a bit sick of him being there EVERY night when I get home from work...And I can't understand that they don't get totally sick of each other - not only do they spend every spare minute together, they also work AT THE SAME place, and he is now her supervisor.

Maybe this is why I'm still single - but I can't STAND the thought of spending 24 hours a day with one person - I think I'd go nuts! I really value time to myself, and a bit of variety in who I spend time with, far too much.

Our house is going to be packed to the rafters tonight - me, my two flatmates, flatmate's bf, flatmate's dog Max, my cat Oscar, and flatmates' mother and her dog Tonka.

Sheesh!

Tuesday, June 01, 2004

Beautiful Girl

A "panel of experts" have put together a list of the 100 most beautiful women "of all time" (ie the last 60 years). I guess there's an expert for everything these days - we need "properly qualified" people to tell us who is beautiful?? Hmm. Anyways, seeing this list reminded me of a conversation I've had a few times with friends - that for me, beauty is intricately tied up with personality. I suppose there is some objective element to judging beauty - obviously figure and skin play a big part, and psychologists say it's all to do with facial symmetry, but so often I find that as I get to know someone better, somehow I think of them as more (or less) attractive than I initially did.

I think personality affects my view of celebrities' looks as well - for example, I think Cate Blanchett and Kate Winslet are two of the most gorgeous actresses, which I'm sure is influenced by my perception that they are "classier" and more cultured than actresses like Cameron Diaz, Jennifer Aniston and Julia Roberts (who I'd rate waaaay lower than they are).

And what is it that makes Audrey Hepburn the most beautiful woman ever? I wouldn't disagree with putting her at number one, but I'm not quite sure why - I think for me, again, it has more to do with her "class" than her actual physical looks...