Message for "Karma" Commenter

OK, so back on January 6 this year I blogged about KARMA. It was at the time when Dean and I broke up, and I was pretty messed up. I started to feel that since nothing was going right, it was obviously karma - for what I put Mark through.

Well, today I received a comment on it :

Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "Karma's a bitch, huh...":

Here's to Karma...

Cheers.

What the fuck? If you wanna diss me - have the guts to say who you are. I don't give a shit what anyone says about me. Everyone has a right to opinion, that's fine - which is why I published your comment. I know you will be reading this - so come on... tell me who you are.

Arsehole.

Buggered

Been too buggered to blog... Up at 5.30, home about 7.30, eat, shower, sleep at 9... will try and blog tomorrow :o)

Ava has the giggles...

This is my niece Ava. Just posted this cos it's cute.

Bar 53 - Also the average IQ of its patrons...

Since Friday was my last official free (week)day before I start my new job, I felt it was important to get out and make the most of it... well, that was the plan, and I pretty much kept to it.

I got the train to the city, wandered aimlessly, people watching and window shopping, dreaming of all the things I will be able to buy soon... :o)

Messaged Dean - attempt number 5 to meet up for a coffee/drink/chat - and we arranged a 4.30 rendezvous. Bugger... it's only 11.30, what the hell am I going to do in the city for 5 hours... Coffee, more people watching, then it was off to the movies.

People often say that it's weird going to the movies alone... and I never used to do it, but I am actually doing it quite frequently now, and I am really enjoying it. Something about choosing the movie for yourself, choosing the time for yourself, no compromising. It was nice to just go in, relax and enjoy the movie - alone. Certainly nothing wrong with doing it alone, I can happily vouch for that. Might think differently on doing it Friday night, Saturday or Sunday... standard mates and dates times... then I would have looked like a loser. But weekday daytimes is just fine! :o)
Anyway, saw Hot Fuzz. New Brit movie from the makers of Shawn of the Dead. It was great. A bit graphic, but expected I guess. The humour wasn't stock standard Brit stuff, and wasn't 'roll in the aisles' style either, just subtle things and witty quips that made you giggle...

So after the movie, wandered up to Hairy Canary on Little Collins, to meet Dean. 4.15, sitting in Hairy, nervous and sweating... the guy still does it to me... so I'm sitting there, downing a quick beer to help relax me when Sarina pops up "hey babe! oh god, are you ok?" "Yeah, I'm meeting Dean here at 4.30" "Oh hun... don't stress ok? anyway, you look HOT..." ha ha ha... well, it helped relax me anyway...

Dean arrived. It was the first time I had seen him since we broke up - over 3 months. Dressed all in black (Standard AG attire), shirt open to halfway down his chest, his silver cross resting in the crease between his pecs. His perfect smile and those eyes that you could just get completely lost in - even now, he still takes my breath away.
So we ordered a couple of beers and did a full catch up on everything and everyone. Work, family, friends... The time went too fast. Next thing I know, he had to go back to work. Walked him out in Little Collins St, a quick hug, cya. God, it was great to see him.

Bumped into Sarina on the way back to the mall, she was out on break, looking for Havianas for her boyfriend. "So????? Is everything good? Did you guys work it out?" We wandered around a bit, promised to hook up for my birthday in a couple of weeks.

Heading home on the train, Ange calls and begs me to go with her to her friend Emily's birthday at Bar 53. You might recall Bar 53 as the place I went with her to last time... nasty pool hall place... Back then I didn't know the name of it, but now I do. The whole night was OK... Yep, just OK... Met lots of Ange's friends, who were mostly quite nice... I remained relatively sober, so it was funny watching them all totally wasted, behaving like fuckwits... I wonder if thats how I look when I'm trashed... hmmm... Went back to Ange's about 12.30 and fell asleep on the couch watching Legally Blonde.

"Whoever said orange was the new pink was seriously disturbed."

Woke up this morning, pissing down rain, cold, miserable... I had to meet Dom in South Yarra at 10 for a little flat hunting again... really was more of a lay under doona and watch tv kinda day... but I dragged myself out.
By the time I got in there, it was sunny and nice... typical fucking Melbourne weather. I am going to have to start taking a sweater, jacket, umbrella and sunglasses everywhere I go... So met Dom, coffee, attempts to organise viewing times, gave up... more coffee, chat, wander, window shopping. We end up heading to the city, it was off and on warm, cold, raining, blaaah... didn't want to be out in it anymore. Movie. The Host. Odd, but fun. Ending was a bit bizarre, but the monster was brilliant.

After the movie, a glass of Pinot at Ca de Vin off Bourke St mall, then another at Gin Palace off Little Collins. Home time...

I'm Speechless...

This video was released by a "Christian" group protesting the UK's new anti-discrimination laws which will require homosexuality to be included in sex education classes across the UK. The law (Sexual Orientation Regulation) has already been passed by parliament (310 to 100), and is being voted on in the Upper House today.

I mean honestly... are people really stupid enough to believe that this is how it will be? It really is sad what lengths people will go to in their attempts to spread hatred. Christians... hah.

Eyecandy

OK, OK... Sometimes, I just can't help it...

Yay!

Got a confirmed start date for my new job - next Monday, March 26. Yay!

What smells like fish and rhymes with 'Punt'...

Caught up with Woz on Saturday.

Hadn't seen him in a few weeks... picked me up at Flinders Street Station and we went to Port Melbourne for fish & chips at Rex Hunt's D'lish Fish. It was nice... and odd. The place, not Woz :o) It was odd because it looked like a fish & chip shop, smelled like a fish & chip shop - but had something of a McDonald's feel about it. Lots of molded plastic, sterile, even the newspaper to wrap the meals was like a faux-newspaper with Rex Hunt stuff all over it. Mind you, the food was pretty good - and she gave us one bonus calamari ring... ha ha ha... yeah... :o) So we sat outside in the sun (and icy breeze!), fed the seagulls, and watched a fighter jet doing funky maneuvers over Albert Park - entertainment for the Grand Prix crowd, no doubt.

After lunch and a trip to Chapel Street to buy Woz' beefin-up protein shake ingredients, I jumped on the train and headed home.

On the way, I find out my mum is out for the day/evening with friends, and my sister is having people over for a BBQ. Hmmm... choices... Do I go home, hang out alone, drink and sit online all night? Or do I at least make the effort to do something social. Well cos it's my sis, I say OK.

BBQ was with Ange (sis), her BF Craig, Jeremy (tall sexy country boy visiting Ange), and a few others. I ended up crashing about midnight, in front of the TV watching Ice Age. Everyone else stayed up playing poker until 3am. I again slept on the couch, a small two seater, which i am getting good at sleeping on... only takes two sessions at a chiropractor to put my back right.

9am and I have to find a way to get home. Call mum - they got home at 2.30am, she is horribly hung over, and still in bed... lift to the train station with Craig. OK, thats step one. I can get a bus home from the station. Great. Sit at the bus stop, 9.30... 10.00... 10.15... no bus... old man walks past and says "Buses run more frequently from Epping. Get the train to Epping and catch it from there." So me gets on the train to Epping (just one stop), flirts briefly with a moderately cute blondie who is struggling to get home, just like me... looks like he is still off his nut, so best be leaving that one alone.

Sitting at the bus stop at Epping... 10.30... 11.00... 11.30... fuck! Where the fuck are the goddamn buses! It has taken me 2 1/2 hours and I am still no closer to home! All I want is to get home, have a shower and crash on the couch....

Call mum again - this time she can come and get me...
Did it even occur to anyone that it's been over 2 hours and I still wasn't home???
Aiya...

You know, I was thinking... I am always saying how I am not getting in much social activity being trapped out here... but I always seem to be blogging about social activities... maybe it isn't as bad as I make it out to be...
Nah, it is... one social activity a week, and even then it is always marred with public transport fiascos... :o) City living here I come!

1, 2 or a dozen....

So another 'just 1 or 2' ends up another 'too trashed to talk'. Thursday met up with Dom for a drink at St.J's, it was cool, and drizzling. Not the best for an outdoor type place, but it was still fun. After a few there, it was time to go exploring again.

Dom took me to The Croft Institute on Croft Lane, just off Little Bourke in China Town. The place was pretty amazing - set up like a science lab, complete with the funky benches and taps I remember from High School :o)

After The Croft, it was on to Double Happiness - and yes, by the name you can tell we were still in China Town... An Asian themed seductive little bar, with an equally seductive cocktail list - try the lychee martini and the espresso martini... phwoar... I could have drunk them all night...

Jane came and met us there, but by that stage we were already 'well on the way' - so add Jane to the mix, and it got rowdier, dirtier, and I am suprised we didn't get asked to leave... :o)

Staggered out of there (I don't actually recall leaving!), Dom headed home, and I - being in the city after dark - had no where to go, so again it was crash at Jane's place.

Friday morning I had to help mum with the grocery shopping... oh my God... Not only was the train trip back to Epping horrid, there was a further 2 hours of wandering around pushing grocery trolleys... After a big night of drinking, and very little sleep, I finally got home to crash about 3pm. The longest day ever... :o)

Eyecandy : Ginch Gonch

If you don't know this underwear brand, come here and I will slap you.

Hot underwear, and now, even hotter spokesbods. They have recently launched their new 'Ginch Gonch Boys'... They are supposed to be traveling the world promoting the brand ... I would like to give them a big, warm, um... welcome to Melbourne...

The pic below links to a 1024 wallpaper. The website has more of them...

I swear I am so moist I am stuck to my chair...

Blue Arsed Fly...

So yesterday was crazy...

I needed to take my Probity forms into my agency at 3pm, but needed to change my license over since I needed photo ID as well as something with my current address.
For those who don't know, Probity is this whole investigation banks do to make sure you are good enough to work there. Not just references, but a Federal Police check, ASIC check, Bankruptcy check, plus full background check going back 10 years! I had to list every address for 10 years, including the ones in HK which I couldn't quite remember...

Got up at 6am, so I could get a lift to the city with my mum. It really is worth sitting through 45 minutes of constant babble to save on the 1 1/2 hours of bus and train alternative! Well, she's not really that bad... I tend to not hear half of it anyway - cos she's on my right side...

So anyway, left mum at Victoria Gardens and hopped a tram to the city - first stop, VicRoads on Lygon Street. Since I didn't have change, I fare evaded... Certainly gets your adrenaline pumping first thing in the morning... :o) Scariest part was, I got off the tram at La Trobe Street - and the ticket dudes got on! Close call... shook me enough to swear not to do it again... today.

Stopped twice on the way up Lygon Street - seduced by the aroma of fresh coffee, made properly. Made it to VicRoads to be confronted by the oh so expected queue. I took a number, 154. I look at the number on the sign... 96. Oh God...

40 minutes and it's finally my turn. "I'm sorry sir, you need to make an appointment if you want to transfer an interstate license. Our next available slot is March 19th. At Greensbrough"

NOOOOOOOOOO.....!!!! Not only is that too late - but Greensbrough is a hole (a bigger one than Mill Park) AND after the 40 minute bus trip, you still have to walk 25 minutes to get to the VicRoads office! I needed the ID same day - to be submitted with the damn Probity forms.

I was going to have ot tell my agency that I can't finalise until next week... that was bad, since probity takes a week, and they want me to start ASAP afterwards. Will call after 2 when she is in the office. Until then, it's barely 10am and I have 6 hours until mum finishes work. Oh I didn't mention, I had left my house keys at home, so there was no going home early.

What to do...

Tight Arse Tuesday at the movies - Ghost Rider it is! Not a big Nick Cage fan, but no doubt it was gonna be fun. Funny going to a day time movie when it's not school holidays... I was sitting right in the middle half way up the back section. Sharing the cinema with me were 7 other people. Scattered throughout, but still not far enough away. An old dude who breathed heavily, a young guy looking around suspiciously like he sneaked in and was paranoid he would get caught, 3 school aged kids who were probably thinking this movie counts as 4th period Geography (since they could spend 2 hours spotting the many Melbourne landmarks in the movie), and a Japanese couple 4 rows behind me... with the sounds coming from that direction, I didn't really want to know what they were there for...

Just want to share a gripe with everyone - talking during a movie. One of my biggest pet peeves EVER. Why do people feel the need to talk to each other while a movie is on? Do they think they are the only people in the cinema? Do they think that whispering is okay, even though it is so loud people can hear the 'whispering' 7 rows away? What makes it worse, is that no matter how many people are in the cinema - 200 or 2 - there will still be a talker! I have told people to shut up many a time - and I certainly wasn't going to let this one slide... "You want to take your discussion outside?" In my roughest, deepest voice. Ha, ha, ha... works every time.

So anyway, movie was great - silly, but still a lot of fun. Left the cinema, grabbed a bite to eat, called my agency. "Just get a statement from your bank! Change your address and request an interim statement..." I wish they had told me that before - would have saved a lot of trouble.

Collins St branch - 1 million people in queue. Waited for 15 minutes hoping it would move quickly. Nope. Moved only 1 metre.

Swanston St branch - 1.5 million people in queue. Waited 15 minutes there... nope. As I was leaving, I noticed almost everyone had passports in their hands... odd.

Then it was a hunt for an internet cafe so I could look up locations for other branches. Across the road - full. Next one - full. Bloody Hell. By this stage I was hot, pissed off and tired. Ended up the other side of the CBD in Queen Street, found another ANZ branch! Woo hoo! And there were only 20 or so people in it! Woo hoo! Not sure whether I should go to a teller or the the service desk, I am standing in the middle of the floor, enjoying the air conditioning, when a lady comes over. She must have thought there was something wrong, as I was sweating profusely, red, breathing heavy and the veins on the sides of my head bulging to the point where they could burst. "I can help you sir!" and directs me to her office...

Turns out she was the branch manager, and she helped me with everything I needed, nice lady she was... :o)

Got my forms to the agency, and headed home, totally exhausted. Happy everything is in, so the countdown begins. Should be starting within the next week or so.

Oh, and I haven't forgotten... still have my VicRoads appointment at Greensbrough next Monday... watch this space...

Oh almost forgot - the Passports at the bank thing... turns out Tuesday was International Student Day. They all got off the planes on the weekend, and were there getting their bank accounts opened. Irrelevant overall, but the reason for the queues. :o)

Cyn

I found a great collage of Cyndi pics set to a song that I posted lyrics to last month. It's called 'Someone Like Me'. (Created and posted on YouTube by WZevonFan)

Many people probably won't want to sit through the whole 4 minutes, but I know there are a handful that will :o)

Funny...

OK, I debated as to whether I should post this, but it's as funny as... but don't worry, I am sure there are some Aussies that are just as stupid!

Back on track baby....

It's all coming together...

First, a quick backtrack to cover off on what some won't know. I sold my share of LNM in January . My then business partner, called me up just days after 'the breakup' and told me he had been offered a big paying opportunity with one of our competitors - conditions apply* He said he was going to take it - and that under the conditions, I had no choice but to sell him my share of the business. I acceded. At the time, so much shit was going on in the heart department that I pretty much lost interest in everything around me anyway.

So after that, I kinda just lost direction. Went out occasionally, got trashed, had fun, met new people - but still underneath I was bored, lost, lonely. I wasn't interested in finding a job yet, since I was getting the proceeds from the sale of my business - and that would give me a while to move, settle down, and then decide what I wanted to do with myself. Well, proceeds still have not arrived...* :o)

But anyway, I realised that my problem was a combination of things - living in Hell's Corner, having no money, not being able to get out and do stuff.

But all that is about to change.

Got a phone call on Friday morning from an agency who had gotten my CV from Seek. I was 'perfect' for this job... So went in to have a chat, find out about the role etc etc. Turns out, the job is with a direct competitor of my previous employer (SSAL). They had seen my CV, knew I had been working for SSAL for years and years, and they HAD to have me. Second chat that morning was with them - NAB. It wasn't even an interview... ended up being a 20 minute chat. Got the call back Friday afternoon from my agent. "Oh my God... they LOVED you! They are so excited... yadda, yadda, yadda..."

So - in 2 weeks, I will be back into a relationship management role at another bank - probably dealing with the same clients I had at SSAL - and all for a shit load more money and better conditions! Ha!

I'm not abandoning my ideals of working for myself... but for now, this is the way for me to get my life back on track.

Job = Money = Life

My time really does start now.

* Can't say too much! If I make any comments on this, I could get into trouble, so best leave it alone!!!

Mhmm, we all knew anyway...

"In what is being touted as an "accidental" outing, it was revealed this week on Sydney radio that former Australian Idol runner-up Anthony Callea, is gay."

How would you like your meat?

Went to a BBQ at Adams place on Monday. Adam lives in the eastern suburb version of my own "Hell's Corner".. Cranbourne. Its over an hour on the train from the city... but from my place, it's 2 hours 40 minutes.... Walk to bus, bus to train station, wait for connecting train, train to Flinder's Street, wait for connecting train, train to Cranbourne. I have only 15 songs in my PDA, and I listened to them all 3 times over... If I ever hear Jessica Simpson's "A Public Affair" again, I will curl up in a ball and cry... No Idea why I had that song on there in the first place...

So the trip was quite pleasant until the train arrived at Dandenong... from then on it was scary. School kids piling onto the train... the guys were hot (generally speaking), but it was the girls that scared the hell out of me. Seriously.
I have never seen so much acid being spat from a group of 'ladies' in my life - and we're talking drag queens and drug fucked party fags too... the language coming out of them would make even the members of the Dubbo Lesbian Guild blush...

So anyway, finally made it to Cranbourne. Ad's picked me up from the station and did the whole 2 blocks to his house. That may very well have been for security purposes... who knows... :o)

So over a drink or two (I had Bundy and cokes!), we prepared food for the BBQ. 6.30, Ad's friends arrive - had been advised that these girl's were known as his 'wife' and 'girlfriend'... not really sure if that is just a pet name thing going on, or whether he utilises their services for social gatherings... but somehow I don't think Ad's could have a lady in arm and still come out the man... :o) (Love ya Ad's...mwah!)

So the girls were great. Really funny. Standing around the BBQ, we drank, gossed, talked about weird-arse quirky things we do - and I was please to find that I am not the only person who colour matches clothes pegs when hanging out the washing! Yay! Next was the comparing of scars... I am not sure how we got into that, and although there were some doozies, I certainly won that one ;o)

So after dinner, and feeling rather lubricated, we settled into the living room for... Cluedo! Well, new Cluedo DVD. It was pretty weird, and after half an hour working out how to play, then two false starts, we managed to get an hour in before.... DVD froze. Bugger that. Pack it up. It's over.








Once the girls had left, took my beer to bed, started watching Scary Movie, and crashed (Of course I finished my beer first!).

The next morning... it was the long trip home again... sigh...

Ah well... Good times...

Melbourne is the place for it...

Something that I am totally loving about Melbourne is the abundance of amazing places to go for coffee, drinks, cocktails, dinner etc. It's just great being able to organise a catch up with a friend or two and just working our way around a half dozen bars or cafes and just checking them out, having a coffee or drink, absorbing the surroundings. Could never get tired of it. Melbourne is definitely the place for it.

Sunday I Met Dom at rednine cafe on Degraves St for a coffee. Great cafe, great coffee. Sunday afternoons sees live music as well.
Next stop, Kitten Club on Flinders Lane. The staff were really really friendly. We rocked up 20 minutes before they opened, and they were still very accomodating... we ordered amazing cocktails and chatted away with the staff. Good fun.
Dom is funny... he gets that typical asian blush across his face when he is drinking... its pretty funny :o)

We decided our next port of call would be Greville Street Prahran - THE place I want to live :o) This has to be my favourite street in Melbourne. Hot cafe's, hotter bars, great places to shop, just off Chapel street and Prahran Station is only 3 stops from Flinders Street...

Turns out Dom could handle it there too... so we talked a lot about flat hunting together...

So we hung out at Candy Bar. A cafe/bar during the day which evolves into a sexy bar/club at night. Great place, really friendly bar chick, great mix of people, funky music. Great atmosphere.

I went here last year with Dean - we sat outside in the courtyard with a bottle of wine, then inside for a while absorbing the surroundings.

Dom and I stuck to a table right at the front in the window to ensure we got the best of both views - the people inside and the perve-fest of the passers by :o)

Dinner was at Kagu Ra Zaka on Toorak Road. The food here is amazing - among the best Japanese places I have been to.

Headed home about 8.30... cruised by a seriously cute asian boy on the train. He was with a friend, so his looks were kept very discrete... made the whole thing all the more exciting :o) Got out at Epping Station as well, but he disappeared with his friend, head down and as quick as possible... obviously was worried I was going to say something, or his friend was gonna catch him... ha ha ha. Oh well, it wouldn't have happened anyway, since having my mum at the station to pick me up (in her pyjama's too) would have put a dampener on the whole thing... :o)

Eyecandy

Why have I never picked up a hitch hiker like this??? Makes me wanna buy a car and start driving around the country....

Sam, Seafood, Sand, Skinny Dipping and Simon

Thursday I went into the city. Quick meeting with an agency, then off to catch up with Jane. Jane is the chick I met at Opium Den a little while ago.

So met up at The Lounge on Swanston St. She brought the hottest boy with her. His name was Fotios... very young, very cute. Unfortunately, he was shortly heading home to his boyfriend... whose name, by the way, is Xavier... Fotios and Xavier... the names alone are enough to make my box twitch.

So anyway, hung there for a bit, then popped across the road to Cookie.

By this stage we were well lubricated, and decided to wander over to my absolute favourite - yep, St. Jerome's... She LOVED it. As you would expect. :o) Jane's flatmate Jane (uhuh) arrived to meet Jane for dinner, and even though I promised myself to go home and not get trashed... I decided to tag along :op

PLAN : tram it to St Kilda, and meet friend Sam at her house. Then go do dinner at a place near her home.

So, we did the tram to St Kilda. Sam said her place was "Just near the Espy". After walking the full length of Acland St (we took the wrong tram!) we made it to the Espy, called Sam... "No! NEAR the Espy! Walk back about 20 minutes, left, then right, then second right, third left and go straight ahead about 15 minutes"

Or something along those lines... Either way, it was a cab from there. Glad we did cos it turned out to be nowhere near where we originally thought...

Get to Sam's house. She is already obviously just as trashed as we were... good, all playing on the same field.

We walk in to Port Melbourne, and decide on Belucci's.

I think we were the only people there... but since we were all trashed, it really didn't matter.

Dinner was amazing. The best Linguini Marinara ever... Amazing food, amazing service. It was great. Get the chance, check it out.

So after dinner (and a lot of laughs at Sam, who was great, but was a lot lower in the food chain than her sexy attitude - and hot black Scanlon dress - would suggest...) we headed to... the Espy.

Dark, dirty, thrasher metal band playing live... the place was grungy, but fucking hot. Loved it.

We met up with Janes friend Simon, he was hot. Very straight, and very hot. Hung out, drank alot, flirted (surprisingly respondent!), danced to the nasty dirty thrasher band... it was very cool. Good times...

We left there and decided... it was swimming time!!!! Woo Hoo!!!

So we ran over to St Kilda Beach, stripped off and did the mad dash into the water. Noice... The water was amazing, cool, somewhat...wet... and... eeuuwww, seaweed...
After a seaweed fight, the girls got out. Obviously couldn't compete against the aggression and competitiveness of two guys... hahahah. So it was just me and Simon left in the water... what to do, what to do... wrestle!! So there I was, drunk, naked and wrestling a hot straight, equally drunk and equally naked, guy... hands, arms, legs everywhere... OH MY GOD... This is what gay wet dreams are made of, baby!

Dickhead doof doofs arrived in their cars, parked facing the water and started flashing their headlights... time to go... so we got dressed and hailed a cab.
The cab ride was hilarious. Simon sat in the front, I was in the back, in between the two girls. Arms around each, teasing the cab driver with our dirty, sexy carry-ons... Made out that both girls were mine - was taking them both home! Just to see the reaction. Hilarious. :o)

Got back to Jane and Janes, sat around, drinking nasty cask red... no matter how many times I asked Simon if he wanted to share a shower to get all that seaweed,salt and sand off, he declined... bastard. What a tease :o)

Good times...

Oh BTW - It's Mardi Gras tonight... and I'm not there... I hope everyone is having a great time.

Have fun, be safe. Wish I was there... XXXXX