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A little bout	Sep. 24th, 2009 @ 12:12 pm

Was feeling a little lonely last night. Left the friendly, chiled out world that was Budapest, now in Berlin, feeling a bit on lost side. Maybe it's because other than running down the road to try a currywurst (which has to go down as one of the most surreal meals of this trip) I haven't done anything else today. Maybe because the saturday afternoon/evening and the sunday night meal were so enjoyable that today was a little underwhelming.

Came up with a new idea for a play though, started working on it this morning, was actually based on a incident that happened on the budapest metro

Just to add, last night (because this post was started a couple of days ago) had the best night out I've had whilst I was in Europe. Went out to a Berlin swing dancing night their crowds are huge, drinks were offensively expensive though. Meet a couple of great mexican dancers (who actually knew Kieren and Loz for those who know them, which is ironically no one on LJ but a couple of people on facebook) ate my first Berlin Doner Kebab and they are much better here than they are in Australia, offensively better such as in how come our ones are so damn bad? How is it physically possible, anyway got about 3:30 in the morning, and slept in so fail tourist, and fucked up back and feet. So basically loving Berlin right now.

This ain't gonna be pretty...:

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Budapest	Sep. 16th, 2009 @ 05:33 pm

I love it. I'm sad I didn't get to see Warszawa/Warsaw but there is definitely going to be a next time and it will definitely be longer. Oddly enough Budapest reminds me of a certain Hungarian. So far the weather has been insane, the pollution and traffic mildly bonkers, the people even less caring about pedestrian/car laws than Melbourne, but it's so laid back, people still approach you for cash, to try and get money off you etc, but one gorgeous woman tried to help me (after I blew 10000 fl on a train ticket my fault as well but a gypsy curse on the girl who didn't give my change, which was about 25 euros) didn't need it, but it was nice to see someone approach me neither less. I've copped a couple of mysterious spider/insect bites but they don't hurt too much and I can't be bothered dwelling on them.

I loved Praha/Prague, even though it drove me crazy, but I never really felt relaxed there, here it feels really laid back, my bedraggled appearance (and awful smell of which I'm certain) haven't really raised an eyebrow well too many at least, particularly compared to my baltic country adventure. I miss the constant stream of black wearing entities that wander around the baltic countries and Finland, but just by the feeling so far, Budapest doesn't suit them, it doesn't give a crap.

One bad thing, where the bloody hell can you get decent fresh fruit/fruit juice here. I seriously can't find it at all, but on the other hand I finally have thongs.

Current Location: Budapest

This ain't gonna be pretty...:

bouncy

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insomnia	Sep. 13th, 2009 @ 04:08 am

There are times when it's no so bad to get a sudden bout of insomnia, this unfortunately isn't one of those times.
Anyway I'm currently up Helsinki way, lying on my friend's couch staring at the ceilling. Helsinki's chilled, laid back and lots of fun. She also has a very cute polish housemate but considering there are any number of factors which make this situation a little more not so good for said person plus I'm shy and incompetent and have the timing of a angry, flea ridden skunk who's just ran into a pack of rabid starving wolves this may not be the best of ideas, plus it's me I've got absolutely no idea how said housemate feels about me at all and I'm leaving on Monday.

This ain't gonna be pretty...:

*Shuffling feet*

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As I says	Sep. 5th, 2009 @ 08:32 am

amusing

Okay so europe updates, cousin's wedding was at first frustrating which resutled in the folowing being consumed- 3 glasses french cask wine (no beter than Australian stuff) 2 glases decent bordeauxian red, 2 glasses punch, 3 glasses champagne, then amusing (partiaully because of said alcohol also because of amusing indian guests who manaed to offend the Lao people by actually enjoying themselves in a non lao mannner) not the younger ones but more those 40+ and then not even all of them (and those that were offended probably would have ben offended any anything non lao in any circumstnce in life)

kind of negatives
I had to meet too many relatives again, it seems the purporse of my mother's travel was to meet relos and go to the tackiest places and take photos in front of them

I had to shave my head but not to 0 (which I would have preferred i I was going to lose my hair) but 1 and most of the relos don't speak english (the oldies peak generally spoke lao and young un's whatever the major tonge was so either french which can understnd every fifth word of or flemish which I can't)

truly fucking dark at

+ finally travelling by myself (thank god) I've discovered how true the accusations are of a fair number of czech people not liking people with darker skin, the racism is fucking annoying, particularly in shops and trying to ask directions on the streetm it's not even subtle I swear you can see the disgust in their faces. Fuck em. Seriously I'm used to odd stares but this is ridiculous I'm almost
note- apparently it's not just darker skinned people, it could just be a cultural thing/misinterpretation or a dislike of foreigners or those who speak english, basically any number of things

The positives

Food, food, glorious food, noms real baguettes rock, unpasturised cheese rocks, bordeuxian reds rock, german beers and wurst rock, country life (a little vegan place in Prague/Praha) is fantastic for cheap good tasty food, the difference in architecture over here just blows my mind and if I get around to uploading phots you guys will see it's become a bit more of a fetish) the followng people particularly rock right now, Nae for cheering me up when I lost my hair and for lending me her copy of the Lonely Planet Europe on a shoe string (which also rocks), Katleen from Belgium fantastic women whom would sit there with me and talk politics, race issues, food whatever came to mind till late and whose little family I absolutely adored.

I enjoy travelling particularly at my own pace and it does help that I'm alone in some ways for that still miss my friends of course, but I'm here and is most definitely an experience don't know how I'm going to deal with going back to the real world.

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Not feeling so shitty about it this morning, could use some sleep though Aug. 29th, 2009 @ 08:34 am (1 comment \| Leave a comment)

preps for emo post/

Not feeling the best right now. Feeling lonely and I'm the youngest person left in the house that isn't a half dead poodle (and it's definitely older in dog years), in fact I'm willing to put it on the line that I'm half the age of anyone else left in this place I have no grog (oh the irony in maison de francais) and I have very little hair (rather than no hair which would be preferred) and I'm stone cold fucking awake. There's also nothing resembling any of the following. Cute French girls(left whilst I was having a shower) any drugs of the recreational sort, firearms, explosives or toxins of any sorts (any of which could at least ease the boredom right now).

Please mail any of the above to my current address by express air mail because I'm about to go homicidial and at this point in time all I can find is a spoon and that's mighty inefficient and doesn't really create a partircularly amusing mess.
Aug. 28th, 2009 @ 11:54 pm

» Today I have stunned a god

I have eaten much good food today, and it was in an inane attempt to get a free but fantastic desert (which I managed to acquire) I managed to stun a god of the Melbourne food scene, two actually.

Quick run-down, I was at the taste of Melbourne with Nick and Nae, did a beer class with Chuck Hahn (who just advertised like there was no tomorrow, and bagged out his competition constantly) and ate much samples and more importantly food of many a fine restaurant.

There were a couple of things that stood out in the nine dishes we split amongst the three of us, a sher wagyu pie served with Liquorice infused pumpkin(mash) and a side of lightly seared wagyu, served along side a small truffled coleslaw (everything sounds more posh if its truffled) made by Circa the Prince and begrudgingly (at least from my side) the beef tataki served with ponzu sauce and garlic chips from Nobu, which was everything its been made out to be, the ponzu sauce was amazing (but Nobu is a franchise star powered restaurant that has a standardised menu all over the world) but definitely the stand outs for everyone (and we all agreed on this) was the Press club.

In a crowd of fantastic restaurants, the two things we got from there were mussels stuffed with spanakopita and the press club mastic pannacotta (which I swear we didn't get) and the maha turkish delight filled doughnuts stood out as just amazing. Clever, fun, clean flavours, beautifully presented and of course amazingly tasty, everything the Press Club is famed for. George Calombaris is a god.

and I stunned said god. After his cooking demo finished, they promised fantastic deserts (from one of the ventures of his pastry chefs) for people who would ask questions, so I made up the dumbest rumour I could think of, which was to ask him if he was going into venture with the first chef that I could think off the top of my head, and it just happened to be Greg Malouf (owner/chef of Momos). I claimed it was a rumour. George's head just snapped back in confusion " Greg is a great mate, but no". Hey I didn't care I got two free really good chocolate mousses (blood orange infused, with a confit blood orange). You'd think that would be the end of the story. Anyway later on, we're busy laughing about it, when oddly enough we end up in a spice stall which happens to be associated with... Greg Malouf, and Naomi says to me "there's Greg Malouf" and oddly enough over her shoulder there was Greg Malouf eating by some interesting coincidence one of the press club souvlakis.

We couldn't resist, we then turned around and engaged Greg Malouf in conversation and I explained to him that we had made a rumour about him and George working together. Greg's head snapped back (along with the cheese in his souvlaki), and he then explained that George and him had been booked together to do a dinner in two weeks by some corporate group. He asked me how I knew about it. I just said I had read a rumour in Epicure about it. Nick, Nae and I just pissed ourselves laughing. So there, in one night I had managed to startle two of the best chefs in Melbourne, not a bad way to spend the night along with good food, wine and friends.
Aug. 23rd, 2008 @ 10:18 pm

» ???
I just lost my cool and nearly got fired over a chair (something I really didn't care about anyway)... Should I be laughing, crying or just pensive? Yips. I really am going crazy. May. 1st, 2008 @ 01:05 pm (Leave a comment)

» wow...

Humans are stupid, really, really fucking stupid, no really. I just discovered the big brother dwarf has done porn and that's about the most intelligent thing that I've encountered all morning.

Things this morning, people repeating themselves 10 times, people spelling pennant pannent and having no comprehension that for some reason until its explained that english doesn't work that way. I've added about 5 address and I've been on the phones for about 95% of the last hour and a half. FOR FUCK SAKES PEOPLE WHEN A DWARF RUNNING AROUND FLASHING HER SNATCH MAKES MORE SENSE THAN YOU I RECOMMEND YOU TRY BANGING YOUR HEAD AGAINST THE NEAREST BRICK WALL REPEATEDLY UNTIL YOU PASS OUT, WHEN YOU WAKE UP REPEAT PROCESS.
Apr. 30th, 2008 @ 02:29 pm

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Okay I'm still dutifully employed (much to my surprise) I'm still wondering what percentage of the work I'm doing (more than my fair share? less?), and the environment still makes me want to snort ice, my social life is so over the place, it looks like a piece of performance art, I've probably getting bronchitis, and I lost my mobile phone... but life isn't that bad. I've got cash in my pocket, I've negotiated with someone so I get my tuesday evenings off (I lose my fridays until further notice, but I've never been an early starter on a Friday night) so I get to dance classes again.

I still have the social skils of unwashed lepar, and the dutch courage of a piece of skin that's hanging loosely from said person, but hey I'll live, life doesn't change that much tongue. Etc,Etc.

Had a meal in Icarusi II for the first time since I got the gluteny problem (reference point, place where I realised I had a problem with gluten), dragged Kylie and Owen along and had to sit outside for about half the meal, and wait around an hour for the pizzas, but with the exception of our mushroom pizza (still good) the rest was fantastic, not as perfect as when they're not busy, but still a damn good meal, not bad considering we were going out for Mexican (but the place was fully booked)
Apr. 26th, 2008 @ 12:36 pm

» Why because I hate you?

I'm still trying to get a job.

Get this, went to a bloody temp/recruitment agency today to apply for two jobs, one a temp, the other a permanent position within the same organisation, both data entry.

Blitzed the typing and alpha numeric test, got told I was their candidate for the permanent position (which I didn't expect to happen) because I did considerably better during the tests than anyone else, then got told I was rejected by the company.

Reason I didn't have paid office experience (despite years of doing minutes, data base creation/ maintenance applications creation/writing etc why because someone has to do it even in a theatre environment surprise, surprise ) thus got rejected for the permanent position, and the temp position.

Scuse my language but WTF??? Okay so there was a woman there who had trouble reading the writing on the test paper, and people who were typing at a third of my speed (I could tell because I could hear the pages turning), one couldn't touch type and apparently all of them were considerably less accurate and slower and yet...
having years of experience sitting in an office cubicle is more important for a job that is about entering data quickly and accurately. Fucking idiotic honestly.

Seriously I can remember entering my data for the recruitment company database in less than 5 minutes. I sat there for 5 minutes watching these guys trying to work out how to enter their data into the database, went to the toilet, came back five minutes later they were still going, and some of them even finished five minutes after that. WTF???

These guys have trouble entering data in a database, they can't type quickly or accurately, and yet they get offered data entry jobs.
*head desk*

HR blows
Actually no extend that comment to humanity in general
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…

*grumps*
Mar. 7th, 2008 @ 06:46 am

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» Well that was spectacular

Ah Dad. Two days ago he decided to use two of my fisherman shirts as rags, and covered them in sealant and paint. Today he came back from a short trip to Sydney, and gave me his old (say out of date) notebook, Anyway I decided to (foolishly it must be noted) ask him why he choose those two particular shirts, unfortunately after he was already annoyed by the fact he thinks mum is being petty in asking for a divorce (something I'm pretty certain he's never told her, probably a good thing for his ear drums) it's resulted in a yelling match though I tried to keep my tone calm, he started yelling, and it all went to pieces

He then took the notebook back (so for five minutes I owned a notebook) :) Indian giver, but I expect no better from the man, I then accused him of basically trying to bribe me (which no offence it came across like, not that I wasn't grateful for the damn thing but it feels that way in general with both of them right now, no matter what they say, they are doing things for me to prove a point).

He kept insisting that if he had destroyed any of my clothing I would have been equally as annoyed, to disprove his theory, I now do not have an old King-island t-shirt and a crappy hollywood t-shirt that I never wore anyway...

He then accused me of being a hypocrite, because I told him all I wanted to know was why he choose those shirts, he told me they were the first things he saw on the pile (this I got after much screaming, and damaging of property and me asking him to calm down and offering to drop the topic), fair enough, but really I think he's as blind as a bat therefore. He started yelling how he didn't get treated with the respect he deserves in this house, and how much he had done for the house, me, etc (no typically asian behaviour, here at all, no really, no passive aggressive either).

When I asked why didn't he use the rags in shoe box, apparently that makes me a hypocrite, (at least in my mind it's a very tenuous double standard at best) apparently according to him, that's the thing I have in common with my mum.

I then pointed out the thing I have in common with him is the ability to be slippery little bastard morally, he then said I accused him of having no moral code, I told him that's not what I said, and he stormed out (his turn, it was me last time).

I really, really should have done what I said I was going to do, and gone down the coast for 2 weeks. Really, Really should have done that, either that or buy two nerf bats, a padded cell, and a cattle prod... maybe both.
Feb. 14th, 2008 @ 08:38 pm

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» I'm a bastard

I'm just angry right now.

"Well I think if you're going to accuse someone of something, you have to put the other person on trial too"

Guess who said that?
My father. Basically, and yeah I'm airing dirty laundry,

He claims despite the fact he knows my mum's view of sex and relationships (not mine) which is they are one and the same, because she never openly discussed it before they went to China, he was under no obligation to be faithful to her on a physical level. He then went on point that there was a possibility that mum had slept with other people (.000000000000000000000000000000005% and this is not because of any particular like or dislike of my mother only my understanding of her nature) and because he hadn't accused her of it, it didn't matter that what he had done probably hurt mum because there was a possibility she had done it too,and how I was a hypocrite for not putting mum on trial for the same thing, therefore he had done nothing wrong and I was in the wrong to bring it up unless I accused both of them of doing it.

He then claimed I was agreeing to her moral standard (once again not true), and that I was not taking his into account, which wasn't even the question I was asking him simply being once again DID He think that by sleeping around with people in China had he violated her trust ? That by not admitting that there was a possibility (which is false, I just think it's an awfully low one, as I said up there) that I was hypocrite since I was not treating his non-accusation, accusation the same way as his admission of basically mucking around behind her back....

Fuck this is my father, these are half by genetics. I am at least half-giant-fucking-bastard
Feb. 3rd, 2008 @ 02:39 pm

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» Gog and Margog

So confused went from doing nothing to constantly doing stuff back to not so constantly doing stuff, from getting up late to getting up early, to getting up at all hours.

Anyway Saw Control, fantastic movie, it had that hideously ambiguous feel to it that I love so much, but still... interesting to note that one of the producers was the ex wife and it was based on a story she wrote, really even handed in its portrayal of Ian Curtis and the people around him

Also saw No country for Old Men, extremely graphic, but now I have to read the book that it was based on, so thoroughly uncomfortable to watch, fantastic though. All I can say was I don't get uncomfortable watching films that often but those two ticked me (maybe its just my nerves)

Saw Golden Compass on New years day, and to my surprise actually enjoyed it. I can see a lot of comparisons to the Snow Queen, but since it goes somewhere else from here, that doesn't offend me at all, nice to see a female protagonist who wasn't defined purely by this fact, dear god it's been a while.

New years wasn't bad, I did have to drop my pants for a short while (stupid drinking game, no, I still keep my underwear on, otherwise I probably wouldn't have done it). Also involved me deciding that I wanted to do the Zoidberg impersonation down the street with two other people, ended up with about 2/3 of the party deciding that they wanted in as well, so we had about 10 to 12 people running down the road wooping with sparklers. In my case I also scuttled, I don't recommend scuttling for about 1 km it hurts your back.

Didn't drink too much, so I was okay, anyway hope everyone had a a good one.
Jan. 2nd, 2008 @ 08:00 am

» CELTA

Well, that's over, fail or pass, it's over. No more insane teaching every two days, no more six hour preps for a (often less than)one hour class. No more insane uber-religious nuts, who

1) cry at the mention of body party, at the mention of bodily fluids, at the mention of sex (particularly non "normal" sex), well pretty much everything after a while (in all honesty she wasn't too bad, I just felt uncomfortable around her)

or 2) are so competitive they feel the need to sabotage everyone else in the course, feel the need to antagonise everyone else in the course because he believed that if he made everyone else look bad he would do better, who believed everything should be "fair" (basically he gets the best deal), including on the last day when the purpose was just to learn some games and have fun, telling the tutor that the game was unfair because the person next to him was closer to the w/board by 20cm thus had an advantage (no seriously, I'm not joking), then when our group won all three games , proceeded to gloat (though considering he spent the entire course either gloating, or enraged it's not surprising).

No more surly students who refused to get off computers when they have to (understandable due to lack of resources), no more facilities that were as good as you found in China but no better and about as clean, no more demoralising Holmes Institute.

It's over, it's been good, my grammar is definitely better, I'm kind of up for doing things rather than lying around the house now.

I clashed with one of the tutors, because I'm a stubborn arsehole, any comment made I'll probably want to know the reasoning behind it and if you can't give a rational reason why, you're probably going to have trouble getting through to me. At times, I also appear a lot more emotional than I generally am.

She copped it the worst from our group, she had all the tears, pretty much all the rudeness (me during TP planning, and the uber religious guy during feedback where he just disagreed with every constructive criticism she made (unless it was about someone else in which case he jumped on and tried to break the person). I think she was fair when she basically felt that I didn't deserve to pass.

The other woman on the other hand, from day one she and I seemed to get along better, I was going to quit after having a major personal argument on the Monday night of week 4, and after having so much trouble organising my lesson the next day, she persuaded to just give it a go, then she passed me on the lesson. Even up to the end she backed me, so though all cases go through Cambrdige mine is a split decision. One wants to pass me the other to fail. I don't think I will, but either way so be it, it's kind of touching to have someone have faith in you even when you don't have any in yourself.
Dec. 16th, 2007 @ 06:25 pm

» I hate this weather

Why the fuck do the ads on my LJ page want to help me find local emo girls and guys, I see enough of the fuckers every day, and I'm just going to see more of them over the next month...
Anyway I hate this weather, I like rain, I like the cold, I'm fucking moody and I'm starting the CELTA course tomorrow.

Heat and no wind make everything around me feel stagnant (as if my circumstances aren't doing that enough, but then well), I don't care if it brings out the bunnies (I have no shot gun), it exhausts me and makes me irritable, plus hayfever has hit me like a ton of bricks.

Yeah I'm been a grumpy bitch ;).

Things could be worse, but seriously my moods are up and down like crazy, I really need to rein them in a bit, find a way to deal with my stress better.

This course couldn't have come at a better time, plus I got some bonus cash for doing some work in the last two weeks, and oh yeah, I'm going to see the Nick Cave Exhibition at the Arts Centre again I need at least 3-4 hours to get through it, it's good.
Nov. 18th, 2007 @ 06:54 pm

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This weekend I ate a mix of fresh minced lamb, tripe and liver all minced, coated in clarified butter and loads of chili and oh yeah it was raw. The raw bit didn't hurt me that much (it tasted more mild than I thought it would), what hurt was the large amounts of butter (clarified or otherwise) and chilli...

I'm officially in need of other forms of entertainment.

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Oh yeah and I'm still such a groupie of Tony Yap and Yumi Umiumare. They are the butoh king and queen of Australia, dragged along

oh_contraire and

onegiantrabbit along to see BB07 (not Big Brother).
Nov. 12th, 2007 @ 03:27 am

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Saw death at a funeral with

oh_contraire twas good,

onegiantrabbit bitched about not getting invited to it, didn't know he was interested in going along,

Did blues again for the second time in my life, I suck. People suck, girls I find cute ignore me, boo-fucking hoo, etc, translation I have awful taste in people I'm attracted to. Really awful taste. I think the last one, manic depressive, self destructive, anorexic, panic attacks, geez all the things which could lead to a what now? /end child like sulk.

Went to 80 meals at the Bedouin Kitchen, as usual the combination of Sai, Nick and Nae cannot be topped for picking the best dishes off a menu. That wasn't saying that much unfortunately.
Rami and Caroline celebrated their official engagement (no surprise) which was trumped by Flick annoucing she's three months pregnant (still no surprise) and also the fact the Mrs.J.Stones is pregnant (which is a bit of a surprise), most of this means pretty much shit all to most of you guys, because you're all part of my other circles rather than that one, but still I'm relieved, the baby meter was eventually to reach zero, and possibly end up somewhere more disturbing...
We drank bubbly and toasted everything and everyone, Going to a Doctor's and Nurse's Party on Melbourne Cup day in honour of EI. Planning to go as Dr.Jekyll (no surprise there) it was either that or Dr.Frakenstein, ah the fucking cliches.

Going out tonight to dance the doubts and self loathing away, Dancings always good for that. There will be someone (hopefully) who finds me cute, that's always reassuring for the bruised pride. Alas poor pride, I knew him Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest...
Nov. 5th, 2007 @ 08:00 pm