So I Guess I Have A LOT Of Explaining To Do…

So I Guess I Have A LOT Of Explaining To Do...

It has been 60 whole days since I’ve last posted here for you all.

I am so sorry.

I don’t know what happened.

Well I do… but you know what I mean.

There are some saved drafts I never finished that bring you up to date until November… but I feel that perhaps I should just summarise it all here now.

I guess I have failed in my attempt to write a post a day for a year. It’s such a shame… and I was so close as well! Ugh!

So here are the BIG THINGS that happened that I never wrote about between now, the 17th of December, and then, the 18th of October.

1) I started working at Myer
3) I went to see Beyonce
4) I hit triple digits on Wattpad in my fanbase!!!
5) Randers moved home! (And now semi-lives with me)
6) I catered cupcakes for an engagement party
7) I quit my Market job
8) Mum went to Singapore for a week, leaving my sister and I to fend for ourselves… lots went down, as one could imagine 😛
9) I turned 19
10) We had a family photoshoot
11) I went to see Muse
12) I semi-fixed my hair!

Those are the biggest things I think back on over the past 2 months.

I’m sure I’m missing a thousand anecdotes. I wish I hadn’t been forced to set my blog aside for those precious months! I love going back through this site and reminding myself of events I’d half forgotten! And now there is a 2 month hole that stretches uncomfortably between this post and my last.

I don’t even know where to start in my attempt to catch up.

Supernatural is going well (read: heartbreakingly). I’m halfway through Season 8. I finally started Season 2 of Sherlock, too. Randers being here certainly has had an impact.

I’ve become somewhat familiar with The Valley. Randers and I have gone there without the boys now, confident enough to tackle the place on our own 😛

My last weekend was insane. Insane stupid. Not insane off-the-walls. LOADS of fun. But good LORD did it come with a price 😛

So where to start?

Mum and I have had out ups and downs, but she’s more focused on Mei at the moment. Since the exams finished and I’ve started work, she’s really laid back with me (not to jinx it or anything).

I’ve gotten more confident with the boys… they’re all desperately trying to figure out the link for this blog. They want to know their nicknames…

It’s corny I know, but I know I’m going to miss them all terribly when I leave. I’ve been here 4-5 months and I’ve probably only spent 3 months of that with them, but they’re all so lovely and funny and sweet and they make me feel welcome and part of something like a family.

It’s not Singapore, but it was never going to be. They tease me when I bring up Singapore, but I can’t help it, I still feel homesick sometimes… but it’s more for the past than the actual place. I wish I could holiday in Singapore now so I could see all my friends, but a few months ago it would have been familiar streets with no people to laugh with.

Brisbane is slowly but surely becoming my new home. The boys, although I can’t say I see them with any discernable regularity, are my new family. Despite the fact they tell stories about people I don’t know, nor will ever meet, they make me laugh. I don’t know many people independent of the boys… the people at work, sure, but I don’t see them outside of work.

Perhaps I should tell you about Myer now?

Three words.

I. Love. It.

Sure, I have bad days and I can’t find anything, but on those days I pack until I have run out of paper… then get some more and continue on my mission to burn through as many orders as possible. On a good day I’m pretty sure I walk 10km within the store walls, picking up sheets of items to be collected and moving swiftly through the shoppers and isles to retrieve all the items on my list. I have risen from incompetent newbie, to confident floor navigator. I am usually the first one to work (aside from the managers) in the mornings, so I get to help set up for the day and get first pick of the floor I want.

I’ve made work friends and I really enjoy being a part of such a busy team. Sure, shifts can be frustrating, but what job is bump-free?

I’ve met some very good looking people at work. Two, really. And they have the same name. Which, you know, isn’t confusing at all when I try to explain it to Chimmercharlie and Randers -.-


The whole “crush” thing has become somewhat more complicated over the last few months. I mean, there are many people I find hot… and it’s hard to decide when liking a hot guy and wanting to date a hot guy is the same thing. Take, for instance, the guy I like here… I decided to suck it up and actually DO something about it after 3 months of wallowing… Only to find it a lot more difficult than anticipated. The boys here are dense as dense, I thought I was being obvious and had to physically TELL them who it was before they knew. Then? Oh, they couldn’t have been more obvious about that they think I’ve made a bad choice. Ughhhhh…

Oh well, it’s out there now and I’d be stupid to think he doesn’t know by now. They sure love their gossip… mind you… they can be surprisingly loyal (the surprise isn’t that they’re loyal- they’re fiercely loyal- but it’s more WHO they are loyal to in different situations)… so perhaps he doesn’t know… It hurts my brain to even think about it too much.

Then there are the two at work, one I have no chance with, that’s fine, I call him my unicorn because he’s gorgeous and funny, but I rarely see him. Then there’s the other one. Who I have an inch more of a chance with… I’m flirting with the idea of asking him to coffee sometime… if the guy the boys know I like thing doesn’t interfere… UGH IT’S STRESSFUL ENOUGH A SITUATION WITHOUT MORE COMPLICATIONS!

I knew exactly what I was doing when I told the boys who I liked. I told the guy’s best friend for crying out loud. I had it all planned… but then, seeing their reaction… I don’t know… and then the slightly-more-realistic-guy-at-work then had to start talking to me beyond a polite smile and nod as we pass each other in the store and I’m starting to think maybe I should stay away from making a move on guys in my current friendship group… do I really want anything I do with him to be public to all of them? Let’s be honest, it wouldn’t exactly be a private thing between just the two of us… I’m new, they’ve all known each other for years PLUS if anything bad happened they’d have his back… and I’d be- at best- forcing them to pick who to sympathise with.


I’m probably making no sense. Sorry.

The other thing?

Because it just couldn’t possibly be any easier… the guy the boys think I like… he’s great for a fling. I don’t care that they think he’s immature, if we get together and he is then whatever I walk away, no harm done. But if he’s not then we have a great few months together and I go to Uni and he goes off to do his thing with the army…

I am not looking for a long term relationship here. Just to be abundantly clear. If I was looking for that… well let’s just say the guy I WOULD pick out of the friendship group… it’d become even more impossibly complicated, and not only because Rander’s dibsied him.

I can’t think about the long term thing though, even though it hurts to think he might like me too and I’m still gunning for one of his friends…

WHAT EVEN IS LIFE I DON’T UNDERSTAND! My problem used to be that there were no guys worthy of interest, and if there was then there’d only be one at the most… and he’d always turn out to be an asshole and he’d invariably hurt me and walk away unscathed. But this situation? There’s something like 5 guys that I’d like to be with… 3 of which are realistic and 1 of those 3 that shouldn’t happen because I wouldn’t be able to walk away from it after a few months. I want to be single for Freshers. I want to experience flings and be able to flirt (however bad I am at it) with whoever I like as I meet them. I have friends who have started Uni with boyfriends in other Unis and it’s just… I don’t know… it’s difficult. A long term relationship based on 2 months of being together? Yeah, that’s not going to work. So it’s better to avoid the heartache and go for the guys that it won’t go on beyond 2 months with anyway.

So do I go for the work guy? Or the guy that the boys know I like.

Christ, it gives me a headache just thinking about it all.

SO! Moving on to simpler things. Concerts. I’ve been to two.

Heck has it been fun.

Beyonce was insanely cool! I snagged a last minute ticket off one of the girls I hang out with here. She was supposed to go, but then she realised she wasn’t in the country and so she sold me her ticket. We were right at the front of the mosh. The Queen rocked the house down. The only problem was I didn’t know many of the lyrics. I recognised the songs… but couldn’t sing along.

I still bought a t-shirt.

The most recent concert I attended was Muse.

Holy. Shit.

What a concert.

Probably my favourite mosh concert EVER!!! EVER EVER EVER!!! The entire concert from start to end had me screaming, jumping, fist pumping and headbanging. I have never done those last three things in a concert before, or at least, never to the extent I did at the Muse concert. Randers and I screamed ourselves silly.

For Beyonce, I got there 7 hours early… and there was still about 20 people in front of us. For Muse, 4 hours early… and the queue was about the same.

We were so close to the front of the mosh at Muse *dreamy sigh*

I actually knocked someone’s phone out of their hands I was rocking so hard. In my defense, they shouldn’t have been holding the damn thing right over my head. It wasn’t like a randomly started fist pumping, I’d been doing it all night along with everyone else in the crowd. I have no idea if the phone broke, but they at least got it back- after it slammed rather painfully into the back of my skull -.-

Uhmmmmm. Randers pretty much lives here now. Her real home is an hour and a bit away from mine, but because the it makes more sense, she stays at mine pretty much every second night. I love having her here. The girls here are lovely and all, but I’m not quite as in with them as I am with the boys… and even then there’s still some ground to cover before I can say I’m really “in” with the group. Randers and I are at least on the same wavelength, we have a friendship that is significantly longer than 4 months 😛

What else… so far I’ve covered boys, friends, work, concerts………… OH! Wattpad! Yeah! I got to 105 fans!!!!!!!! So incredibly proud! I am about to start writing again soon actually! I just wanted to post this first. I owed you all this at least 😛

So yeah… when Randers came back I got to meet some of her family and family friends- two of whom are engaged. Randers recommended me as baker for their party and they agreed and thus I got my first ever catering job! I was so flattered!

I baked about 100 cupcakes, probably more, then Randers came over to help ice them. We were told to only make 50, but because I was trying a new recipe I didn’t know how many cupcakes each batch would make… the book said 18 per batch, so naturally I doubled it. Yeah. Lots of cupcakes. Lots and lots.

Not that anyone was complaining!

We were told the colour scheme was red and green but STRICTLY NOT CHRISTMAS.

Randers and I were stumped for a while before we came up with the genius idea of mint chocolate cupcakes and then strawberry and cream cupcakes. I aimed to bake 25 vanilla for the strawberry ones and 25 chocolate for the chocolate mint ones….

They went down SO WELL at the party! People were taking them home with them after the party and stealing them before the party. If all else fails, at least Randers and I can start a cupcake catering company together (called “Miralin Cupcakes” because we’ve already thought this through and we’re going to be a better version of “Two Broke Girls” if we ever get the chance :P).

I quit my market job! Yes! Big news! Not because of any terrible things that have happened at work, but just because if I quit then I could give full availability to Myer (leading to my big Sunday shift the other day- huzzah for Sunday rates! :D)

I turned 19. Ew. I’m so old. Goodness. I didn’t have a party or anything… I had a gatho the following week, everyone called it my party, but it wasn’t meant to be.

Then mum went away for a week. I was left as guardian and my sister was in her last week of school before the Christmas holidays. I worked every single day that my mum was away. I should probably mention that my shifts are 7am-3pm… meaning I have to wake up at 5:30am to get to work on time (well, 20 minutes early actually, but I can’t afford to risk getting a later train). So I was always away when my sister woke up for school. She essentially had the house to herself and I had freedom.

So I went shopping. Really. I spent more money in that week than I ever have before in a self-funded shopping spree. It helps that I’ve got a job and get paid and can actually think about buying myself a fancy lil sumthin sumthin every now and again. I bought a whole bunch of new work clothes, Christmas presents, cards for various occasions, a chinese bowl that I have wanted for AGES and a book or two. But of all the things I bought? I prize my two dresses. I really treated myself with these two purchases. They were the most expensive items, but my most cherished. I am SO GLAD I decided to get them :3

Hummmm de dummm… oh yeah. I am an AWESOME big sister. But a really shit guardian.

We were told no boys over, no sleepovers, no this, that and the other. Mei was allowed one day off school.

First night, we had my sister’s friends over, girls AND boys. The girls slept over. Two rules broken on the very first bloody day. The next day, no boys, but the girls came back and one slept over AGAIN. I like her gal pals so I wasn’t too bothered, but I wasn’t too impressed that I’d have to lie to mum. They all took Wednesday off. They got their hands on some weed and they MADE a bong. I had no idea how to react. They didn’t get stoned and stink out the house. Thank god. They just got a little high- WHILE I WAS AT WORK- and asked me not to tell mum. Frankly, I’d get in more trouble if mum ever found out, so there really was no need to say anything.

Boys came over again and girls slept over and thankfully no more weed was had. The week ended uneventfully with a massive house clean up before mum got back in the afternoon while I was at work.

The biggest scare we had was on the Wednesday when the house owners showed up literally 5 minutes after they’d cleaned out any evidence of the bong and weed. I was out, so these people showed up at the house on a school day to find a high schooler and all her mates in the house. There was nothing I could do. Nothing. Apparently they weren’t allowed to come over, but how were we to know?

Whatever. Nothing happend. They bitched about a rug that they thought was theirs- but is actually ours- and left. CUE HUGH SIGH OF RELIEF.

Next thing- we had a family photoshoot (sorry, I’m not exactly following the order I posted waaaaay above :P). I got to wear my favourite of the two new dresses I bought. It was so much fun and at the end we bought the CD of the photos so we can print them as we like 🙂

I think that’s it.

That’s all of us up to date.

I’m shattered.



Good lord my head feels so heavy and yuck. Mei has a gross ass cold and I think she may have given it to me! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! It feels so shitty. Fingers crossed the headache passes after a good sleep (which I won’t get tonight because my mum’s making me play netball STARTING at 9pm… and I have work tomorrow so 5:30am wake up again. But perhaps tomorrow night I’ll be able to sleep in?).

Hokays…. the weekend. Thursday night I slept over at Randers place after Christmas shopping in the city. We saw “Delivery Man” (VERY GOOD! We were both incredibly surprised at it, neither of us like Vince Vaughn, but the storyline was lovely) before crashing at hers. Friday morning I journeyed home while she went to work. We were apart for possibly 8 hours before she came over to mine to sleep over and go clubbing. We headed out, not expecting to see anyone, all dolled up and ready to enjoy our ladies night out. Only to bump into a few of the guys… one of which is the guy I like. My expectations of the night went soaring. I knew I looked good. It was my new damn dress for crying out loud!

Then they came crashing down when the boys all disappeared a few hours later (one of their buddies had had their face smashed in by some random idiot on the street). Nothing had happened. Desperate to salvage the night, Randers and I headed to club we had been to the week before that had been awesome… only to find it completely dead inside. So we were home by 2am. We’d had a fun night, but I just couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed.

Then we had the genius idea to skype all our UK friends until 4 freaking 30 in the morning. After a couple of hours mum had woken me up for my sister’s birthday. Randers managed to steal an hour or two more of sleep while I went for the morning celebrations with the family.

Randers left a little after that and my family all trouped down to the beach because Mei wanted to catch some sun. I slept a bit on the car there and back. The boys then text me while I was hiding at the back of our beach tent- desperately staying away from the sun- and offered me to come out with them that night.

I had work on Sunday at 9am. That was more or less a sleep in. Expecting the guys to head home around 3am.

Oh my naivety.

They picked me up around 6:30-7 and we headed to someone’s for pre’s. Got to The Valley around 10 or 11-ish. During pre’s I’d agreed to do the infamous “Dragon Shots”. Let me now tell you all, I had eaten a few chips and half a sausage roll at around 1pm at the beach. Hadn’t eaten since then and CERTAINLY had no plans to drink. “Dragon Shots” are a series of 3 shots (head, body, tail) that supposedly get you flat on your back drunk, heavy weight or not.

I agreed to do one. Because I am incredibly intelligent young gal.

“Dragon Shots” are either not as potent as the guys make them out to be… or we just had a smaller than usual dose. Mind you- the way the guys reacted (ignoring the fact they’d drunk at pre’s and I hadn’t), I would suggest there’s just something seriously wrong with me.

I felt nothing. Well, that’s a lie. I got a bit light headed for about an hour, then nothing. No stumbling, no alcohol fuzziness, no symptoms of being anything aside from half buzzed after one set of “Dragon Shots” on an empty stomach. *Sigh*

I can’t decide if being a heavy weight is a perk or curse.

Anyway, the night was super fun. Despite the boys promising that ABSOLUTELY EVERYONE WILL BE IN THE VALLEY TONIGHT! Our little group only gained one person once we got there. Yeah. Not that it mattered, we hit about 4-5 different places and danced and danced and danced.

We didn’t stop dancing until 3:30ish when the club started to become noticeably empty. We piled into a cab at 4am, at which point I started- dumbstruck- at the sky and watched it get lighter in absolute horror. I was to sleep over at the boys place, which we reached at 4:30am. I felt like crying.

In the whole time between Friday and Sunday, I probably only collected 4-5 hours of sleep.

Work on Sunday was, understandably, a minefield. I knew I’d be testy due to lack of sleep and I knew that stress levels of the managers would be high thanks to Christmas being around the corner…

…I- and all my co-workers- came out unscathed at the end of the day. I even worked 2 extra hours! Once I’d hit about 1pm I felt the sleep deprivation melt away and I was completely myself. My eyes were a bit sore up to that point, but that was the only thing I suffered after such little sleep. I was thoroughly impressed with my body’s ability to revert back to IB Survival Mode after all these long months.

So yeah! I had work yesterday, none today and another shift tomorrow. No more shifts until Boxing Day.

Boxing Day when my shift starts at- drum roll please- 5 in the morning. FIVE AM. THERE ARE NO TRAINS! NONE! I HAVE NO CLUE HOW I AM GOING TO GET THERE!! D:

Short of asking my parents to drive me to the city at 4:30am.


But rumour has it, we’re allowed to wear our own casual clothes on Boxing Day, which is definitely something to look forwards to if it’s true :3


I am about to go to a friend’s birthday dinner and then on to netball. Hopefully I’ll be in bed early enough to not drop dead at work tomorrow 😛

The guy I like will be there tonight. I don’t know if he knows I like him… I don’t know my next move from here. This is the 21st century, I’m seriously toying with the idea of just asking him out… but I’m not sure I want to hit that shitstorm just yet… So I’ll see how tonight goes. No pressure on anyone.

Then tomorrow, if I see the cute guy at work, I’ll talk to him again and see if I want to ask him out.

(There’s also a VERRY cute guy who works at the news agency outside the city train station who just so happens to be a co-worker of one of my Myer friends- she has two jobs- so she’s my “in” if I choose to follow up that one… to be honest I might just leave him as a guy to admire from a distance… it’s not like it’s not complicated enough as it is.)

SO THERE YOU HAVE IT! My last 60 days more or less completely accounted for!

Oh how I’ve missed writing here!

Not sure if my posts will be more regular from now on. I think I might just aim for one or two posts a month- JUST A HEADS UP! What with Uni coming up. Maybe I’ll establish a bi-monthly schedule. Post on the 1st and 15th of very month maybe? Hmmm, we’ll see 😀



Ugly Weather

Dad flew out this morning. It rained like hell. Waay too heavy to take the dog out for longer than half an hour, and by some “miracle” it poured even harder as soon as I got home.

When mum got home from dropping dad at the airport we managed to clear the air. Quite an anti-climax after the all the hostility for the past few days- not that I’m complaining.

Spent the rest of the day at home studying and doing chores. I was quite proud of myself! I was very productive! 😀

I rewarded myself at the end of the day to hit up the shops in the city for the late night shopping. I reaaaaally needed work clothes for tomorrow. Mum was to meet me later in the evening after I’d found a few bits and pieces. She told me to check out Cue and so, after having no luck in any of the other stores I’d been to (and a bubble tea and some KFC), I went to have a look.

Lo, I found the most gorgeous jacket. Three perfect white shirts- button down with cap sleeves, exactly what I was looking for.

The shop assistant that doted on me had handed me the matching skirt to complete the look- and boy did it look good (well, if “good” is synonymous with “Victorian school teacher”). I didn’t care much about the skirt, I have work bottoms, but the shirts and jacket. Wow. I wanted those. I REALLY wanted those.

Cue mum to come in and rain on my parade.

Okay I will put my hands up right now and say that this particular shop is pricy. Too pricy. Each shirt was $95 and the jacket- my gorgeous, beautiful jacket- was something like $300. BUT when mum TELLS me to go to the shop, I expect there’s a reason, i.e. she’s aware of the prices and is ok with it.

She completely dashed my hopes of getting any of the pieces AND pretty much humiliated me in front of the shop assistant.

Needless to say we were crappy with each other for a while.

I really want that jacket. You can bet your bottom dollar that I’ll be watching it like a hawk and the second that baby hits the sales rack, I’m buying it. I should be able to afford it by then.

After a while we sorted out our problems and bought 2 long sleeve white shirts on sale at a different branch of Cue. Then I took her back to David Jones to wander the racks and wound up buying this jacket from some fancy brand that had gone from $400 to $130 on sale. Mum said the bargain was too good to pass up and that she’d buy it for me. So yeah, I have all my work clothes now.

It was a lot heavier than the one I wanted, longer and two buttoned instead of one, there’s slightly more restriction in the arm movement but whatever, I was too frustrated to bother fighting (and even I couldn’t deny the discount was fabulous).

I was so relieved to finally get all my stuff together for orientation tomorrow so I suggested we got thickshakes to celebrate. She agreed, proceeded to not buy one for herself and then drink half of mine. *Rolls eyes*

When we got home Mei was hosting a gatho- I had no idea there’d be people so it came as a bit of a shock to find about 10 or so people in the kitchen. Mum and I stayed upstairs and out of the way, watching “The Leap Year”.

Mei’s friends didn’t bloody leave until 1am and only because mum was threatening to come down. I can’t believe they stayed so late!

Anyway, I’m just about to crash for the night. I have orientation tomorrow and I’m very excited, although I’ll probably look like a raccoon tomorrow morning 😛

Night! 🙂

Well Today Sucked

The fight from last night didn’t blow over this morning.

Ugh. Basically, after I wrote last night’s post, mum flounced in with these two skirts that upon first inspection looked WAAY too short for work. She got offended, I tried them on and apologised when they turned out to be fine. Ish. They are maybe 2 inches above the knee?? So possibly pushing it for uniform… but I’ll see.

I really love one of the skirts though.

Anyway, it was all going fine after that until it sort of tripped into a fight. I don’t even know how it happened. It was barely a day ago and I still can’t figure out how we got from there to here in a split second. Chimmercharlie and I chatted last night and she got my mind off it, thankfully.

But today. Ugh. Mum woke me up before my alarm and insulted me and left, bitched to dad and then he came up and yelled at me to get out of bed. Then they yelled at me to do this that and the other… effectively making me late for tuition. Dad offered to drive me, but because my mum’s a total sadist, she insisted.

When I got out of the car 5 minutes later she called me a bitch and I don’t know how I managed to keep my reply in my head. “I learn from the best”. Eeesh, the tip of my tongue should have been on the floor I was biting it so hard!

So yeah. Tuition was really good. I’m going to miss her when the exams are all over.

I’d told mum I was going to walk home when I’d gotten out of the car (hence prompting her to call me a bitch….. riiiiight. Whatever). I really don’t get mum. Sometimes when we fight it’ll drag on for ages, but other times it’s like an elastic band and we’ll fight and she’ll come home and be like lol nothing happened lol and if my mood doesn’t match hers we fight even more… I was kind of hoping this fight would fall into the latter category.

Unfortunately today just wasn’t my day. AND dad’s here. So mum has someone to bitch to. Someone who is legally bound to be on her bloody side.


Dad started the conversation. Together we can be quite rational and calm when we discuss something we’re unhappy about. Unluckily, mum was lurking on the kitchen counter and floated into the discussion, promptly cut dad off mid-sentence and turned the moderate conversation into a full blown screaming match that lasted in the vicinity of 2 hours. Joy of fucking joys. Welcome to my life.

I would go into what colourful language was used and what choice adjectives were flung, but it would take too long so let me recap the highlights:
– Mum called me childish for zipping my lips when she said I talk too much, then flounced away later in the arguement and told me that no-one liked me (well, more specifically, the twins don’t like me because they think I’m high maintenance- a statement she has since withdrawn, funnily enough. Notice I say WITHDRAWN (as in claimed she never said it and that even if she did I had misinterpreted what she’d meant by it- but lets be real, how many different ways can you “interpret” someone calling you “high maintenance”), not APOLOGISED for). My mum is the queen of childish
– Mum can apparently read my mind and rewrite history
– She took my phone off me
– She finally admitted she was disappointed in my IB results among other things
– I officially decided to give her the money back for the damn resits because I’m fucking tired of it being a topic of conversation
– I finally declared my desperation to leave this fucking house, I don’t care how much she wants me to stay
– Apparently she had forgotten that she has long been the cause of my friendship breakdowns over the years (when I gave her 3 separate examples spanning 8 years)
– After the argument was over I plugged my headphones in- listening to nothing mind you- because they help block out sound. She demanded to know what I was listening to, despite being able to see the end of the cord going to NOTHING, and insisted I take the headphones out because, and I quote: “You (me) are not funny, you are not clever. You are sad.”

Aaaaaaand I’M the childish one.

Anyhoo. That drama filled the rest of the day. I went out around 2:30ish to get some note paper for more revision- YES I ACTUALLY ACCOMPLISHED A WHOLE TOPIC OF CHEMISTRY TODAY!! YAY ME!! 😀

Only to come home to Round Two with dad.

Thankfully, though, it was just him and I. He tried to guilt me into apologising to mum, which, needless to say, didn’t work. I got to tell him my side of it all. Which is, in short: She has a car, I have cabin fever. Then, of course, he filled his duty as loyal husband by telling me that she didn’t mean some of the stuff she’d said in the argument blah blah blah and how she felt bad about this or that, to which I replied that 1) I’m not psychic, how the hell am I supposed to know about what they tell each other in the car and 2) It’s all well and good that she feels bad about X, Y and Z… but she needs to tell ME that if she really means it. God KNOWS she expects that of me -.-

Mum and I are still at logger heads. She’s totally demonstrating how to be a mature adult right now by completely ignoring my existence. Which, you know, is always a nice touch.

Dad flies out tomorrow. Ugh. Shoot me now. I guess I’ll be in turtle-shell mode for the rest of the week then. I’ll have my laptop, thankfully, she can’t take it off me for the sole reason that I need it to revise. She’d take it off me in a heartbeat if she could.

*Rolls eyes* Whaaateverrr.

So yah. Tomorrow is Friday, finally… I’m planning to revise and then head into the city for a bit to buy myself a work shirt for Saturday’s orientation. Mum’s bought me skirts. Fab. They’re nice skirts. Whatever. The problem? I don’t need frexing work pants at the moment.

I told her DAYS ago that I needed button down shirts and a black jacket. Naturally though, she knew better than the DOCUMENTATION I HAD BEEN SENT BY MYER STATING I NEED A BLACK JACKET and had brushed it off saying that when she’d worked there (back in the stone ages) that she hadn’t needed a jacket, furthermore she’d never seen any Myer staff in a jacket, ergo she wasn’t going to buy me one.

Fine. Freaking fine. I’ll buy it myself.

So yeah. I have no idea how I’m going to sneak out of the house in order to do that, but I’ll find a way.

Exams are getting closer. It’s quite nerve-wrecking to be in this stupid position again. I was an idiot for choosing to resit my exams -.-

Uhmmmmmm. What else. Hum, hum, hum… I can’t remember anything else to mention… so until tomorrow adieu! 🙂

Myer Induction Day!

I had an awesome day today, I had no clue what to expect and was pleasantly surprised when I (finally) found the training room.

I had to catch the bus in this morning and arrived at the mall 15 minutes early, expecting to find the entrance within 10 minutes… only to find myself on the brink of tears 2 minutes before the start time, still stuck outside. Thankfully though, another trainee happened to be walking back from her car and she collected one other girl and I on her way back so I only wound up being 2 minutes late.

I really enjoyed the training session. Our instructor was lovely and informative and she kept the mood focused but fun. When we had our morning break I even managed to make a few tentative friends! The girl that arrived with me wound up being my buddy for the rest of the day and I have to admit that come the end of the day I was sad to see her leave, knowing I’ll probably never see her again.

The day was filled with assessments and activities that kept us all busy. I really enjoyed it all to be completely honest. I got to learn new skills and have a laugh. There was a slight element of pressure to the atmosphere, no-one forgot that we were there to train for a job, but our instructor ensured we didn’t feel that we couldn’t ask for help if we got stuck. Mistakes were welcome- as long as you didn’t turn off the “training mode” on the register 😛

So yeah. The day didn’t exactly fly by, but I was slightly taken aback when 5:30 rolled around and we had to leave. I can’t wait for Saturday- I have orientation for 2 hours and then I can start clocking hours!

Technically I “officially” started working for Myer today, but I don’t think it’ll really hit me until I’m on the sales floor. Which is a very exciting prospect!!

Tomorrow is tuition… ugh. Not ugh, my tutor is a bore, but ugh, maths. Study in general.

I can’t believe the exams are in 25 days. I want to shoot myself in the face. WHY DID I THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA? UGH! I am so annoyed with myself -.-

Whatever, I have to sleep so I’m not too groggy for probability revision in the morning (*cries quietly*)

Night! 🙂

Strength of Will, Come To Me!

Choir last night was uber fun! We did a great selection of songs, mostly acapella pop songs- so stuff like “Animal” by Neon Trees and a few of the arrangements from “Pitch Perfect”.

Have to admit I was hit by a massive wave of home sickness when they all burst into- of all freaking songs- “You’re the Voice”. It’s everywhere at the moment! Dami sings it last night, I sing it tonight! Haha!

I miss Chimmercharlie and thankfully Randers is back in Brizzy in less than a week! YAY!

I’m so freaking glad to be singing again 😀 😀 😀

Bonus: I go to meet some lovely new people and after the session ended I bought myself a sizeable stash of caramello chocolates for emergencies at home!

Which brings me to today. I studied a little in the morning… but managed to get distracted by everything and everyone. I seriously need motivation. Well, drive. I need the ability to kick myself up the arse and get into gear to revise. I need blinkers. Sole focus on revision as opposed to my useless terror when each night comes because I’ve had yet another unproductive day.

One of the gals here had invited me out for milkshakes this afternoon. I’d mistakenly thought it was supposed to be a quick catch up thing…. nope. She was supposed to pick me up at 2:45… but she didn’t show up until closer to 5pm. Then I got to meet the kids I might take over babysitting (or my sister if I can’t make it). Wound up coming home at 6:30-7ish. Aishhh…

Anyway, we had a yum dinner tonight- tacos! Unfortunately, everyone was snappy at each other for some bizarre reason. So, naturally, I wound up fighting with bitchy sister and crappy mum after dinner.

I’m just so freaking frustrated with everything. UGH I WANT TO LEAVE THIS DAMN HOUSE I HAVE CABIN FEVER!! D:

I feel very riled up and unhappy so I’m about to call Chimmercharlie, it’ll be nice to distract myself with her awesome Uni life. Ugh, I wish I was at uni. This is so shit here.

Night :/

Time is Running Out

Today was quite slow… I finally finished Myer Online Training! Huzzah!

My exams are in 28 days and it’s really hitting home now just how little time I have left to relearn all my subjects.

In better, more procrastinating news- I’ve been invited to join a choir at 5:30 tonight, I’m very excited to go! I’ve missed singing!

So yeah, there’s not much else to report, so I’ll update you all tomorrow about choir!

Bye! 🙂

Rushed Off My Feet

So work this morning was interesting.

I finally got to meet my new boss! He’s lovely and really friendly (which is SUCH a relief). He has an alright taste in music and he’s very smart- well, I assume he is, he’s doing a double degree: Law and Commerce. But, more importantly, HE LIKES DISNEY!! He has my approval. We shall work well together 😛

He asked me to work an extra half hour, which was great because it meant I got paid more… but sucked because mum didn’t read her texts properly (sure) and didn’t buy me crepes. So I didn’t start this week with crepes! I wanted to cry! I still do actually… I can’t believe I’ve missed it for the first week ever 😦

The day didn’t get any better from there unfortunately. Mei picked me up and I was immediately flung into dealing with people I couldn’t be bothered to deal with (not without my precious crepes). Mum hosted a big-ish lunch today with all these people from Singapore. There was about 8 of us in total- and that’s a lot when you’re only used to sharing the table with 2-3 other people. Maximum. Ever.

It felt like a stampede of people. It was very overwhelming (but that was nothing compared to what was about to come). I wound up playing waitress and being chained to the sink, washing dish after dish after dish, wiping up tables and various other surfaces. I didn’t get a chance to change out of work gear, soo I even looked the part!

At around 4pm everyone (bar one woman) left and the house was quiet once again. I finished cleaning up and started my online training again for Myer, but didn’t get to finish it (good news: I’m halfway through it! YAY! FINALLY! :D)

As awesome as that is though… I felt like shit.

Awful throbbing headache, sore/blurry eyes, just felt generally ick…

Then the dinner lot showed up.

45-freaking-minutes early.

No joke.

Around 5:15ish nine more people (total: 3 under 10s, 3 teens, 4 families= 4 mums and 2 dads) trooped through our doors. And I’d thought it had been noisy before. It was like a bomb had gone off. All of a sudden there was this explosion of noise and it was. Just. So. MUCH. I seriously couldn’t deal.

So I ran out and walked the dog for as long as I could (nearly 45 minutes) before it just got too dark to see. Thankfully when I got back my head was a bit clearer, so I was able to smile at least.

The little girls wanted to play board games and when I showed them where to find them they pulled out 3 and started their mess making endeavours. I swear, there was not one room they didn’t leave a game in. The games weren’t even easy little ones, nope, they were full on thousand piece games (Articulate, Twister, Battleship). Once they were bored with the first two they went outside and had water drinking competitions and all I could envision was them throwing it all up from drinking too much, too fast.

I got “lucky” then because once they were all settled, teens doing whatever, kiddies drinking themselves sick, adults socialising… I actually got a chance to sit down and RELAX for the first time that day. Not for long though. No, no, no, I wasn’t getting off that easy today. The littlies decided they played follow the leader and stomped around and decided shouting in my ear while I read was a good idea, I had to grin and bear it.

Ignoring everything as much as possibly could, I read until I was needed again. That’s pretty much how the rest of the dinner period continued- I moved when I was needed and read when I wasn’t. Needless to say, dinner was looooooong.

After dinner I went upstairs with the teens to watch X-Factor. Aussie Hits tonight. Very exciting. Dami sang “You’re the Voice” and it just made me think of Singapore and Chimmercharlie and Randers. They love that song, they played it all the time because one of the “Merlin” behind the scenes things had Colin Morgan and Bradley James singing it and they’re obsessed with those men so… naturally… it’s a bit of an anthem for them 😛


About halfway through the show the girls showed up again and asked me to set up their 4th freaking game. Monopoly. I wanted to cry. Doesn’t help that my little sister is an annoying little bitch and refused to pause it. I missed the end. AND FREAKING THEN THEY ALL LEFT AS I WAS DEALING OUT THE MONEY.



I wanted to cry but kept my shit together. Somehow. No clue how I kept my cool. I really don’t.

Anyway, everyone had left (well, all but one woman- mum’s currently driving her to the airport now), mum said I didn’t have to do dishes.

I am absolutely shattered, I want to call Chimmercharlie but I just don’t have the energy to hold the phone to my ear or form words right now.

Instead, at around 11pm (with the house freshly empty) dad and I watched “Blacks Books” and rubbed each other’s feet. To add to this sweet day ending- I just got another fan on Watty! I’M NOW AT 101 FANS!! 😀

Super exciting!

But now it’s time to crash for the next 4 months. Niiiiight 🙂

More Procrastination

I walked the dog this morning. Did no work and didn’t watch Supernatural either. I know. Shocker.

Instead I walked to the nearby mall with dad to drop off some forms and when we came home I distracted myself with nothings until all of a sudden the day had disappeared.

It’s alarming.


I have no idea where the day has gone.

Mei has gone to a sleepover so it’s just the adults in tonight (teehee, I’m an adult :3), we’re going to watch “Pirates of the Caribbean”! Well, dad and I are… mum will probably fall asleep.

Yah! I’m going to go set up the film. Talk to you all tomorrow! 🙂

Retail Therapy

This morning I got a sleep in. Yay! One of the many perks of dad being home- he likes to make up for lost time with the dog by walking her morning and night :3

Mum yelled at people over the phone all morning. Yes, I do mean yelled. Yes, I do mean all freaking morning. I nearly deafened myself with the volume level required in my headphones in order to block out her screeching.

The upside of the whole ordeal?

Turns out the reason she was yelling at me the other night? The reason we’re in a stalemate at the moment? Because I’ve supposedly blown the internet usage?

Nope. The internet has not, in fact, been overused at all.

So she apologised to me and we’re all good now! It’s quite a strange flip to have switched. Can’t say I’m complaining. Apologies from my mum are rarer than diamonds.

Soooo, hummm, what else. Oh yeah, I signed up for Uni Accommodation in Macquarie and I send all the forms and payments off tomorrow!

Once all the boring bits were over with the three of us trooped off for some lunch and shopping. Dad finally bought his BBQ and mum got a gorgeous dress.

I should probably mention that when we got home I did no study whatsoever. Having dad home is great for the family dynamics- the fights are nearly non-existant (and when they do occur at least I’m not the only one fighting my corner, it’s 2-on-2 again, finally!).

Dinner was awesome and I finished off the Midori. I’m on such a roll with the alcohol 😛

Well- that was the last of my alcohol. I’ve had that Midori since I graduated in May, hahaha. The empty bottle now adorns our kitchen cupboards, keeping the vodka bottles company 😛

After dinner I wanted to watch “Pirates of the Caribbean” with the family, but my sister had basketball so they all went to that and I was left to do the dishes. I didn’t mind at all though because I got to call the ever-lovely Chimmercharlie :3

I also discovered my dog loves playing with the left over soap suds. We had a lot of fun playing with them 😛

Once all the dishes were washed and dried (and the dog dried too for that matter :P), I was left with a total conundrum. Did I watch “Pirates of the Caribbean” as originally planned? Or take advantage of the empty house to watch more Supernatural?? OR I could finally pull my thumb out and watch the second season of Sherlock…

It was an extremely difficult decision 😛

No joke.

In the end I figured I couldn’t go on any more days without my Supernatural fix (it’s been what- 2 days since I last watched it?? :O).

I had finished an episode and a half by the time they all came home and kicked me off the couch… banishing me to my room -.-

Whatever. I’m going to watch a few more episodes until I can no longer hold my eyes open… So I better get on with that 😛

Night all! 😀

My Dad the Mediator


Mum and I still aren’t getting along, but hey, what’s new there.

We all went to Ascot together for lunch, mum ditched a little early to do something or the other while I finished eating and dad paid the bill, which gave dad and I the perfect opportunity to voice my issues with her.

I love having dad home.

After lunch we headed home and I studied for a teensy bit before dad insisted we watch “Black’s Books” and bonded some more. It’s so chill when he’s home. I don’t constantly feel like I’m looking over my shoulder or watching my bloody step.

Then, miracle of miracles, as I was walking the dog in the evening the twins phoned to invite me out for the night, but mum and dad were at a house auction and I was busy walking the dog so I had to wait to confirm with them…

…I asked when they got home, after being perfectly polite and asking how the auction had gone, only to be shot down completely by mum. Thus ensued yet another fight.

But this one was different.

Because dad was home.


I didn’t get to go out.

But that doesn’t matter. Well, it does, but it doesn’t. Dad basically sat between mum and I and mediated the argument. It was so much more civil and calm and clean!!!

Of course there’s still some lingering tension between mum and I. She didn’t get to blow off steam and yell at me as I know she’s just ITCHING to do, but at least I don’t have to deal with it tonight.

I finished the last of my raspberry vodka with dinner tonight. It was such a well spent $40 :3

It sucks that I didn’t get to go out. It’s been freaking AGES since I’ve last seen the boys, but at least I got to watch “The Croods” again tonight instead. (I’m far too easily placated).

It was supposed to be a family thing, but naturally my sister wanted nothing to do with a movie that doesn’t involve fake tans and bad drama. And my mother dearest, who doesn’t like animated movies on a good day, fell asleep.

But you know what gets me about the whole damn thing?

I watch all the bullcrap she deems to be quality TV with little to no grumbling. I don’t ask to change the channel, I don’t bugger off while she watches those disgusting medical shows that she KNOWS make me feel ill to watch. Nope, I sit dutifully by her just so we can “bond”.

She knows I’ve wanted to watch this film with the whole family for WEEKS! In fact, no, MONTHS! Ever since I saw it! I wanted it to be a family bonding film, despite the fact it was an animated kids movie- IT’S A BLOODY GOOD MOVIE!

But no. Mum fell asleep. Natu-freaking-lly.

The way I see it, I have two options- get shitty with mum and my sister for not even TRYING… or I can be happy that I got to watch one of my all time favourite movies again with my dad. I chose the latter.

Sure the female section of my family is vapid and utterly annoying, but at least dad is here to offer a brief reprieve from their stupid TV shows and barbed remarks. We have the same sense of humour and the same (more or less) approach to things in life. We get the frex along.

We compromise.

Unlike my mother.

Whatever. I refuse to get shitty. I’m going to bed now, happy that I’ve re-watched one of my favourite movies and had my feet rubbed. Goodnight all 🙂

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