grundle

I hate it how my torso and my legs don’t match up in length.

I hate it how my mum just keeps telling me to eat less salt.

And I hate it how I’m always so tired, but I can’t sleep for more than 8 hours maximum at a time.

breakfast in pain

eurrggh…. reflux is bad.
Note to self. Do not ever eat a breakfast with prosciutto, brie, bread and egg together. EVER.

Den ‘em

Oh btw, I’m a proud new owner of a pair of the most comfy jeans in the world. I have a pair of black Nobody jeans!!!

Also I now own a pair of waxed skinny leg jeans from Nude Lucy. Hawtness!!

I got them at the 20% off 30 days of Fashion and Beauty Glue VIP night in the city. Note to self, a new Glue store opened at World Square today…. must go and take a sticky beak at the interior design!

All the more to look after my weight to fit into perrdy jeans!

driErr

elle-beebee needs to be washed… urgently. He looks somewhat unhappy…. but GOSH he’s just so damn cute~~!!! <3

One of the things i can make him do is position his head onto the edge of his tail and move it around so it looks like he’s “cleaning” or “nibbling” it, zomg it’s so cute just thinking ’bout it. *goes off to hug Ellebeebee some more.

I wish this OCD over a panda scarf would just go away, i’m 23 and still in love with soft toys. Funny how Trick thinks it’s quite cute.  *rolls eyes.

Turned up to work looking like a goth today. Entomologists/ Technical advisors can look like goths too! Rather than the stereotypical laboratory geek with a bad fashion context!

*stares at Elle-beebee on the desk in front of her, his little Panda eyes looking up as emo as it can be….. SQUEEEEEEEE~~~!!!!

spring fever

While walking my doggie today… I saw something quite peculiar on someone’s front lawn. It was a pair of male kookaburra’s fighting.
Their beaks were locked together in something similiar to a choke-hold (a bird’s version of a choke hold), where one side of their beaks were down the other’s throat. I stood there for about 10 minutes to see if there was an outcome…. my poor old dog standing there next to me, his walkies almost forgotten. All the other birds nearby came in to have a sticky-beak at the fight, a pair of Indian mynas, a family of Noisy Mynas and a whole choir of kookaburras (possibly from the same posse as the two fighting kookaburras) got as close as they dared to watch this fight.
I could’ve stood there for a lot longer until the owner of the house came out talking on her mobile trying to shoo the two fighting birds away, explaining to the recipient of the phone call about the “two kookaburras on her front lawn, holding each other by the beak and lying there like they’re dead”.
Disgusted by her ignorance and lack of fascination that was happening on her very lawn, I clicked my tongue and motioned my bored dog to continue his walk.

parra noya

My mum is paranoid about a lot of silly things when it comes to food and lifestyle. Sadly, her paranoia on bits of 21st century life has come to the point where it becomes quite annoying.
Simple things like taking supplements, painting your fingernails, netbanking, taking panadol, telling your fellow uni friends that you’ve finally managed to pay off your HECS bill and turning on the heater… the norm for a normal person in this day and age, is a matter of life and death to my dear old mum.

If she catches me painting my nails, she’ll make a lovely warning 10 minute warning about how I will end up with cancer because of the chemical components reacting with the air , or that the lacquer will seep into my skin and give me cancer somewhere else.
If she catches me (or anyone) taking a supplement pill… or a pill of any sort. She’ll say, “there are side effects in taking those pills, don’t take them, you’ll get fat from it… and you’ll also get gall stones.”

There’s no doubt that she believes in these morbid facts like it’s religion. Everytime I walk in the door after work, she’s talking on the phone sharing gossip and useless lifestyle facts with all these “old wife’ friends of hers.
Somehow, instead of remembering that she should be learning how to use netbanking, she remembers all these facts, manages to make some nonsensical connection from what she’s read in all those asian gossip magazines and then vomits it all back out at her family the moment she catches us.
Food has become her prime target. Anything we eat that contains the slightest trace of “fat” or “oil”, she’ll tell us that we’re going to die from high blood pressure and cholestrol. Be it a steak, a piece of steamed chicken or an avocado. Her criticism knows no bounds, she will criticise every piece of food that gets printed on a menu. A salad with raw components will give us salmonella, not to mention high cholestrol from the vinegar and olive oil dressing. A bowl of noodles will contain nothing but MSG and pig fat….. oh and anything with salt in it will cause our bloodstream to harden up.

I highly do NOT recommend you to eat out with my mother. She makes even the best dining experience like you’re going to the dentist.

Fangry

“What do you get when you mix a Shih Tsu and a Boxer together..? … a Shit Box. ” – me on a random moment.

Why is it that when I’m at my poorest… do I suddenly want a new wardrobe?
Envious of those skinny leg jeans, but my legs are too thick and short to look good in them =(
Poo for not being the standard size.

Debt free

Debt free!!!! Well… almost…

Last night, I logged onto Netbank… proceeded to part with my very hard earned $25G  and gave it all to the tax office. Hopefully, my HECS bill will not come to haunt me for anymore mandatory donations ever again.

 
Sadly, my affiliations with the Australian tax office have not been cleared for the year. I have yet to lodge my taxes, Pam kindly did the calculations for me and informed me that I was going to have to pay a couple of thousand. She gave me a few options,either I’m can  pay it off in installments at a quarterly rate (probably about $800 a pop?) or I’ll have to pay it all in one big lump sum.

So people out there who are out to wrought me of every cent I’ve earned. No need to rob me, I’m completely broke.

weight of the world

Why was I given this brain!?! oh why oh why?
Why can’t  more people have a brain like this?

 This way, there would be more people who are thoughtful as opposed to people with brains that are completely one track and thoughtless.

There can only be so much “not caring” in this world.

Ins-peck

People wonder why I’m such an angry individual… or never noticed that I’m not really the run-of-the-mill happy girl.
If they glimpsed at what I have to deal with, they’d probably understand.

Freaking self-righteous dominant figureheads who have had way too much space in their colons like to dump their load onto me (mind the pun).

Story:
One certain Stuck-Up Bitch (SUB) decided it was her job to print out HER email, give it to me and go, “oh this has been entered into the system.”

Not even one ” can you do this for me please?” 
It’s almost like subconsciously, she hasn’t been able deal with the fact that she’s on the same level as me, but that I don’t have to wear a uniform, I’m younger than her by about 20 years, and probably coz I’m asian.  She also probably believes that because she’s on a higher paying permanent role with government benefits, that she can also push people around.

Anyway, when I asked if she knew where she had placed the bloody summary sheet (which I need in order to close the case),

 she said ” oh, I do funny things” (in her terms, she couldn’t remember where she left her brain and when she lost her soul).

Funny indeed.
This SUB didn’t even bother finding the summary sheet for me, all she did was wave her hand and said “it’s probably in one of the boxes, I might have put it in there”.
It’s not my one and only job to enter in data. I DO have other stuff to do too…. obviously she doesn’t know that.  She just created useless extra work for me to do.
 To make herself believe that she was doing me a favour, she walks over to my pod and gives me the other box.

“It’s probably in here”
gives me a pointless story about some other identification of an insect and then prances off.

The moment she leaves, I take one glance at the box of paper work which we are meant to share…. The bloody sheet was sitting at the top of the pile in the box she gave me, she couldn’t have at least glanced at it? Or at the very very very least, CLOSED THE FREAKING CASE HERSELF!?  

UGH! *kill kill kill.

On the To-Maim-Torture -and -completely- mindfuck list:

1. the SUB
2. that slut of a Crystal

congratulations Crystal, you have just been knocked off the priority list. Run while you still can.