Have people heard the Palcebo song Special K?
I can't specifically remember when I heard it first but it's a good song. One of those songs that you listen to, but you never want to admit it because the bend is a bit corny. Haha.
Anyway Special K is exactly what love feels like.
March 26, 2009
January 22, 2009
One To Make You Yawn
ok, start with the basics, whats your name
Mariea
age
18
gender
female
shoe size
38
height
158 cm
eye colour
green
hair colour
black
ok these ones are all your favourite things, starting with colour
green
food
sashimi maybe
hair style
men with long hair
jelly bean flavour
never liked jelly beans
website
wikipedia
number
4 and 17
item on clothing (descriptions are better than just 'my T-shirt')
scarves, since I own about 30
moving on again now, pepsi or coke
Pepsi, but I wouldn't drink either, unless I was having Scotch and coke.
chocolate or vanilla
chocolate
tv or books
books
staying in or going out
going out
friends or family
how can you possibly choose--you like your friends because. You like your family although
myspace or facebook
Facebook but they are both shit.
nail polish or natural (guys just say if you like girls to wear it or not)
nail polish
art or sports
art
past or future
past because it is the only thing you have to learn from
left or right
left
odd socks or matching ones
matching but mine are always odd
tea, coffee or neither
Coffee, black with no milk an no sugar. Real coffee drinkers don't need it.
hot or cold
cold
fly or fall
they are the same thing
run or ride
run
sing or scream
scream
watch or join in
watch
dance or laugh
laugh at the people dancing
just pick one now, continent
Europe
type of sweet
bittersweet
girls name
Grettel
boys name
Hansel
fizzy drink
Fanta
what makes you? happy
Achieving something I have worked for
sad
When people turn out not to be the people you thought they were.
giggley
4 beers
obnoxious
5 beers
sleepy
8 beers
hungry
Colin Farrell
empty
the news
cold
indifferent people
bouncy
nothing
mature
experience
immature
immature people
loud
the right crowd
shy
the wrong crowd, or someone I actually like
next, describe your dream person starting with gender
male
eye colour
hazel or yellow or green. But actually, they just have to have sexy eyes.
height
180 cm
hair colour
Dark
smart or sassy
Both.
droop dead gorgeous or stomach crampingly funny
They need to be hot and they need to have a dry, witty sense of humour
give three other qualities they would need
Trustworthy, genuine and interesting
are you single
absolutely
do you drink
absolutely
what do you think about smokers, or say if you do
I smoked for a long time and now I am quitting and have nothing against them. I would still prefer to date a smoker than someone that never does.
ever punched someone
No. Physical violence is never the answer.
what word or phrase do you use wayy too much
what word or phrase do you use wayy too much
"No"
got a mobile?
Of course
tell me something no one knows about you (dont worry i probably dont know you)
I don't really like wine
what job do you want
what job do you want
one that makes me $70000 a year by the time I am 25
where are you
Melbourne
wearing any jewellery (say what)
silver necklace with red jewels
which part of your body hurt last
My hand
do you know why
I knicked it while sharpening a knife
would you kill someone to save someone you truly love
Only out of defense
are you spontaneous?
Not by nature
if you had a choice how would you want to die
Painlessly
what would you want on your grave
Never thought about it
what would your last words be
Last words are for people who haven't said enough already
if you could hug anyone right now who would it be
James
are you alergic to anything
Eggs make me vomit, but I don't know if that means I am allergic.
where would you take someone, on a first date
Just for a drink because dates are always so awkward.
to break up
to the scene of the crime
to propose
I am never proposing to anyone!
to apologise
Wherevever I was when I realized I was sorry.
to say 'i love you'
Somewhere private
if you had three wishes what would you wish for? (in the next three boxes)
Success
wish 2
wish 2
Health to all the people I care about
wish 3
wish 3
and a round of drinks for everyone
if you could do one thing for the world what would it be (ANYTHIING)
Be a man, just for ten minutes
when have you been the happiest so far in your life
August 2006. Maybe August 2008... and christmas
when do you think you will be that happy again
Very soon. Everything is fine in 2009
when will you be happier
When I find something I want to work toward and I earn it.
why did you take this quiz
why did you take this quiz
because I am bored.
how long did this take you
I didn't check
would you do it again if you knew how long it was
no
say something to make me think
say something to make me think
No one can make you think.
Success Success
I know we are not even one month into 2009, but I have a good feeling that this year I will accomplish more than I have any other year thus far.
And that is because this is the year that I have found the true meaning of career-related success, which is do something that pays well enough for you to live comfortably, that you both enjoy and are good at. I also know what the formula for success at anything is: know what you are doing, love what you are doing and believe in what you are doing.
Being Capricorn, I am stubborn and highly ambitious. There is nothing I will not do when I want something badly enough. Basically, if I don't succeed, fuck me dead.
You will not find one person who ever did anything great that didn't care if they succeeded or not. They were all willing to work hard, work overtime, fall and get back up again, and again and again. And they didn't complain. They didn't even mind.
And that is because this is the year that I have found the true meaning of career-related success, which is do something that pays well enough for you to live comfortably, that you both enjoy and are good at. I also know what the formula for success at anything is: know what you are doing, love what you are doing and believe in what you are doing.
Being Capricorn, I am stubborn and highly ambitious. There is nothing I will not do when I want something badly enough. Basically, if I don't succeed, fuck me dead.
You will not find one person who ever did anything great that didn't care if they succeeded or not. They were all willing to work hard, work overtime, fall and get back up again, and again and again. And they didn't complain. They didn't even mind.
December 14, 2008
Bottoms Up!
"We changed the specials, Jade, so can you change the board?"
"Oh, because all the waitstaff each have two broken hands and thus can't do it?" Jade retorted.
"Jade, seriously, just do it." Helena said dismissively.
Jade rolled her eyes, because that's what she does when Helena tells her what to do. As soon as she began to clean the board, Jared walked in the door.
"Hi Jade!" he said, in a tone Jade deemed somewhat overly enthusiastic. "How are you?"
"Fine," Jade grunted without looking up.
"We're cheerful today, aren't we?" he said, stung by her apparent lack of friendliness.
Jade looked up at him just long enough to roll her eyes in disapproval, then continued with what she was doing.
Jared walked into the bar and said to Helena, "My, your sister must have had a large bowl of bitchy for breakfast this morning!"
"Oh Jared, don't take it personally. It's just her teen aged angst coming out."
"Yeah, but why take it out on me?"
"Because, Jared, you have a penis."
"Clearly all men are the enemy of her universe..." he muttered as he walked off.
"Where the fuck is Jeff?" Helena said, annoyed at his perpetual tardiness.
But as she uttered the last breath of her sentence, Jeff swung his fat ass through the door. "Heyyyyhowareyaaaaaa?" he groaned as if it was one long word. "Can I have a drink, Helena?"
"What the fuck, Jeff?" Helena snapped. "It's not even 11 am! Pino will have my balls if he found out I'm letting you drink at this time." or anytime while you're working for that matter! she thought.
A look of sheer disappointment, dare I say sadness, crossed Jeff''s bloodshot, ever-hungover face.
"Ok fine," Helena reluctantly gave in, more because she was at a loss as to what to do.
Pino, one of the owners, had promised to put an add in the newspaper for a new chef, but as with most of his promises, there was little hope of it ever happening.
"I couldn't cash my check that fucking-cunt Pino gave me." Jeff ranted with one hand in his crotch and a beer in the other.
Jade sat down on the kitchen bench because she knew he'd be talking a while.
"I'm sick of working for him. There's no gratitude for all the work that I do."
But imagine how much you've cost him in alcohol by now Jade thought to herself, but she knew better than to say anything. She tuned out for a while but was rudely jerked back to reality when Jeff yelled,
"It's just bullshit!" and threw an egg at the wall.
Jade's eyes widened as she watched it running down the wall. She knew she would have to clean it up eventually if not now, so she went to the bar to "get a rag", code for "I am telling Helena about this."
Soon it was time for lunch. Jade sat down at the window table with her calamari salad and short black coffee, no sugar, as she always did. Then she got out her black journal and began to write.
"Can I join you?" Jared asked cheerfully.
"If you want," Jade replied curtly, without looking up.
"Shall I take your lack of enthusiasm as a sign that you don't want me to sit here, or your consent as a compliment?" he mused.
"Whatever you like," Jade mumbled, still looking at the page.
"What does, 'whatever you like' mean, exactly?"
"It means whatever you like," Jade was secretly amused by his persistence. "Look, what I mean to say is, you can sit here if you want. If a vacant chair is what you are looking for, then congratulations Jared, you have come to the right place." Jade said in a voice of mock enthusiasm. "But if what you want is someone who is dying to sit with you, then maybe you should move somewhere else."
Jared was taken aback by that remark, which had come out of left field and cut him to the heart. How can I be so intrigued by someone so rude? he thought.
Much to everyone's surprise, it was a busy night at the Miscellaneous Mansion. Unfortunately, Jeff was busy getting shit-faced on the Scotch, and by the time orders were coming in for meals, he was already drunk, standing at the bar, drinking with the customers.
Helena, reluctant to confront him about his behavior with one of the owners present, went with Anne, the other waitress, into the kitchen and cooked the meals.
Helena also took the oppurtunity to speak to the other owner, Ange, about the situation. He assured her something would be done about it.
Jeff poured the customers double-shots of whisky "on the house" while Jade watched in helpless horror. He started blindly into his glass, looking as though he was about to vomit.
Finally, things died down and all the was left was cleaning the pub down and locking up. Anne decided to make herself a chicken schnitzel with potato wedges. She sat down to eat while Jeff was having a drink.
"Can I have a bit of your chicken?" he asked.
"Ok," Anne replied timidly, too afraid to say no. "Shall I get you a knife and fork?"
"No, that's ok," he said. To Anne's utter disgust, he took the whole chicken fillet off her plate with his hands and bit into it.
Anne ate her wedges, not even looking at her chicken for fear she would lose her appetite.
"Oh, because all the waitstaff each have two broken hands and thus can't do it?" Jade retorted.
"Jade, seriously, just do it." Helena said dismissively.
Jade rolled her eyes, because that's what she does when Helena tells her what to do. As soon as she began to clean the board, Jared walked in the door.
"Hi Jade!" he said, in a tone Jade deemed somewhat overly enthusiastic. "How are you?"
"Fine," Jade grunted without looking up.
"We're cheerful today, aren't we?" he said, stung by her apparent lack of friendliness.
Jade looked up at him just long enough to roll her eyes in disapproval, then continued with what she was doing.
Jared walked into the bar and said to Helena, "My, your sister must have had a large bowl of bitchy for breakfast this morning!"
"Oh Jared, don't take it personally. It's just her teen aged angst coming out."
"Yeah, but why take it out on me?"
"Because, Jared, you have a penis."
"Clearly all men are the enemy of her universe..." he muttered as he walked off.
"Where the fuck is Jeff?" Helena said, annoyed at his perpetual tardiness.
But as she uttered the last breath of her sentence, Jeff swung his fat ass through the door. "Heyyyyhowareyaaaaaa?" he groaned as if it was one long word. "Can I have a drink, Helena?"
"What the fuck, Jeff?" Helena snapped. "It's not even 11 am! Pino will have my balls if he found out I'm letting you drink at this time." or anytime while you're working for that matter! she thought.
A look of sheer disappointment, dare I say sadness, crossed Jeff''s bloodshot, ever-hungover face.
"Ok fine," Helena reluctantly gave in, more because she was at a loss as to what to do.
Pino, one of the owners, had promised to put an add in the newspaper for a new chef, but as with most of his promises, there was little hope of it ever happening.
"I couldn't cash my check that fucking-cunt Pino gave me." Jeff ranted with one hand in his crotch and a beer in the other.
Jade sat down on the kitchen bench because she knew he'd be talking a while.
"I'm sick of working for him. There's no gratitude for all the work that I do."
But imagine how much you've cost him in alcohol by now Jade thought to herself, but she knew better than to say anything. She tuned out for a while but was rudely jerked back to reality when Jeff yelled,
"It's just bullshit!" and threw an egg at the wall.
Jade's eyes widened as she watched it running down the wall. She knew she would have to clean it up eventually if not now, so she went to the bar to "get a rag", code for "I am telling Helena about this."
Soon it was time for lunch. Jade sat down at the window table with her calamari salad and short black coffee, no sugar, as she always did. Then she got out her black journal and began to write.
"Can I join you?" Jared asked cheerfully.
"If you want," Jade replied curtly, without looking up.
"Shall I take your lack of enthusiasm as a sign that you don't want me to sit here, or your consent as a compliment?" he mused.
"Whatever you like," Jade mumbled, still looking at the page.
"What does, 'whatever you like' mean, exactly?"
"It means whatever you like," Jade was secretly amused by his persistence. "Look, what I mean to say is, you can sit here if you want. If a vacant chair is what you are looking for, then congratulations Jared, you have come to the right place." Jade said in a voice of mock enthusiasm. "But if what you want is someone who is dying to sit with you, then maybe you should move somewhere else."
Jared was taken aback by that remark, which had come out of left field and cut him to the heart. How can I be so intrigued by someone so rude? he thought.
Much to everyone's surprise, it was a busy night at the Miscellaneous Mansion. Unfortunately, Jeff was busy getting shit-faced on the Scotch, and by the time orders were coming in for meals, he was already drunk, standing at the bar, drinking with the customers.
Helena, reluctant to confront him about his behavior with one of the owners present, went with Anne, the other waitress, into the kitchen and cooked the meals.
Helena also took the oppurtunity to speak to the other owner, Ange, about the situation. He assured her something would be done about it.
Jeff poured the customers double-shots of whisky "on the house" while Jade watched in helpless horror. He started blindly into his glass, looking as though he was about to vomit.
Finally, things died down and all the was left was cleaning the pub down and locking up. Anne decided to make herself a chicken schnitzel with potato wedges. She sat down to eat while Jeff was having a drink.
"Can I have a bit of your chicken?" he asked.
"Ok," Anne replied timidly, too afraid to say no. "Shall I get you a knife and fork?"
"No, that's ok," he said. To Anne's utter disgust, he took the whole chicken fillet off her plate with his hands and bit into it.
Anne ate her wedges, not even looking at her chicken for fear she would lose her appetite.
November 14, 2008
1 Work and Crack
Helena (said like Elaina with a H) was at the train station in the city waiting to pick Jade up. They went to a coffee shop with outside tables.
"Two ice-coffees please" Helena said. When she and Jade went out, Helena always ordered, and sometimes even told Jade what to get. Not that Jade minded, because, being a restaurant manger herself, Helena knew exactly what she wanted and how to be served. It was the plus-side of her nurturing, motherly nature.
"So, how was the trip?" Helena asked as she lit a cigarette.
"Great, " Jade said as she took the lighter from her sister. "I'm so tired now."
"Did you get wasted?"
"Helena, it was New Year,"
"Did you hook up?"
"Again , it was New Year!" Jade was notoriously private, so she felt uncomfortable.
"Hey, I am just asking because you have a huge hickey on your neck!"
"Um, so what did you do for New Year?"
"Oh, well, Gavin called me from Hawaii, so we got to talk. I went out New Years' Eve with Anne and Dora for drinks."
Jade laughed. Helena was (and fuck, did she like to rub it in) a completely self-made woman. She had earned everything she owned, she made good wage and prided herself in being a lot more mature than most people her age. It was undoubtedly true, and consequently, most of her friends were older. Anne and Dora were each about 45.
"Tonight we'll stay at home and tomorrow I am
picking Gavin up from the airport. Then I will get you and we will stay the night at his place. The next day, the 8th of January, is out first day of work."
"Ok. Who is gonna work for Amalia until she comes back from Brazil?"
"Oh I didn't tell you!" Helena exclaimed with wide eyes
"No, you did not."
"Yeah. Do you remember that guy who came in for a with his mates? You know, he lives directly across the street?"
"Oh, him!"
"What's wrong with him, don't you think he's hot? I thought he would be your type!"
"I never said he's not hot. But he's rude. I was talking to Amalia and said something along the lines of Irish guys with dark hair being the sexist people ever, and he actually interrupted to say that no, I was wrong, and Indians are some of the best-looking people in the world."
"And that bothered you because...?" Helena prodded with a raised eyebrow.
"Because I wasn't talking to him, I don't even know who he is and he interrupted our conversation."
"You already don't like him and he is gonna b working every signle day. Good luck."
"Yeah well he's rude."
"Two ice-coffees please" Helena said. When she and Jade went out, Helena always ordered, and sometimes even told Jade what to get. Not that Jade minded, because, being a restaurant manger herself, Helena knew exactly what she wanted and how to be served. It was the plus-side of her nurturing, motherly nature.
"So, how was the trip?" Helena asked as she lit a cigarette.
"Great, " Jade said as she took the lighter from her sister. "I'm so tired now."
"Did you get wasted?"
"Helena, it was New Year,"
"Did you hook up?"
"Again , it was New Year!" Jade was notoriously private, so she felt uncomfortable.
"Hey, I am just asking because you have a huge hickey on your neck!"
"Um, so what did you do for New Year?"
"Oh, well, Gavin called me from Hawaii, so we got to talk. I went out New Years' Eve with Anne and Dora for drinks."
Jade laughed. Helena was (and fuck, did she like to rub it in) a completely self-made woman. She had earned everything she owned, she made good wage and prided herself in being a lot more mature than most people her age. It was undoubtedly true, and consequently, most of her friends were older. Anne and Dora were each about 45.
"Tonight we'll stay at home and tomorrow I am
picking Gavin up from the airport. Then I will get you and we will stay the night at his place. The next day, the 8th of January, is out first day of work."
"Ok. Who is gonna work for Amalia until she comes back from Brazil?"
"Oh I didn't tell you!" Helena exclaimed with wide eyes
"No, you did not."
"Yeah. Do you remember that guy who came in for a with his mates? You know, he lives directly across the street?"
"Oh, him!"
"What's wrong with him, don't you think he's hot? I thought he would be your type!"
"I never said he's not hot. But he's rude. I was talking to Amalia and said something along the lines of Irish guys with dark hair being the sexist people ever, and he actually interrupted to say that no, I was wrong, and Indians are some of the best-looking people in the world."
"And that bothered you because...?" Helena prodded with a raised eyebrow.
"Because I wasn't talking to him, I don't even know who he is and he interrupted our conversation."
"You already don't like him and he is gonna b working every signle day. Good luck."
"Yeah well he's rude."
*****
Helena and Jade were on Gavin's doorstep. After ringing the doorbell and getting no answer, Helena called him.
"Babe, sorry to wake you up. We're outside. Can you let us in?"
A sleepy Gavin opened the door and greeted Helena with an icky smooch.
They went into the house and watched TV for a while. Gavin had his hand in Helena's lap and to Jade it was just enough cheesy affection to make things uncomfortable.
"Excuse me Gavin, do you mind if I go upstairs to use the Internet?"
"Oh, not yet Jade. Don't be silly. I'm about to roll a joint. Do you want some?"
"Okay,"
*****
Jade went to use the computer, stoned. She watched a documentary about Kurt Cobain on YouTube and saw different videos of him being interviewed, The Beatles and the Smashing Pumpkins.
What wouldn't I give to have been a teenager in the early 90's when it was all about grunge and flannel and holey jeans. I am so ashamed of my generation music ally. I think it all goes back to Green Day. I really hold it against them, because although in themselves they were not that bad a band, ecause of them we have Fallout Boy, Good Charlotte and Sum 41, which all suck, so I hold them responsible.
Around 4 am it was time for bed. Jade removed her eyeliner and went to the guestroom where she slept on the beautiful king-sized bed.
*****
In the morning Helena woke Jade and they went outside for a cigarette and downloaded music, and then it was time to get ready for work. Jade showered first, beause her make up took longer.
She drew her eyebows, put on her winged eyeliner with a liquid eyeliner pen and lashings of mascara.
Helena's was more natural. She filled in her eyebrows, added a touch of blush to her cheekbones and wore a natural shade of lipstick. "How do you get your eyeborws so perfectly Jade?"
"I just pluck the strays whenever they show up."
"I don't have time for that,"
"Yet, you want perfect eyebrows..." Jade rolled her eyes.
*****
The Miscellaneous Mansion was a pub and for those who don't know what pubs are, it's a casual bar where cheap meals are sold. There was also a more fine-dining side with white tablecloths. Allegedly, the place was once very busy, popular and had an excellent rputation for some of the finest seafood in the city. You would never have guessed it by the way it was now though. New owners had been it's downfall, and the place often went through a whole lunch service without selling a single meal in either the bar or te restaurant.
Helena opened the restaurant door and turned off the alarm then headed to the coffee machine.
"Jade what are you having?" she called over to her sister, who was by now sitting at the staff table.
"An epresso, thanks."
"With sugar?"
"No," Jade replied.
It was a bit of a ritual for Jade to contemplate life over coffee and a cigarette. One was never as good without the other.
The bar door swung open and a very tall, very large unkempt man walked in. It was Jeff, the chef (sorry about the rhyme--there is just no other way to say it.) Jeff was 27, but he looked closer to 35 because his long-time addiction to alcohal had taken its toll on his face. He had large, bloodshot blue eyes and pale, pasty skin. There was something unpleasant about him, or perhaps many things, a few of them being that his breath constantly smelled of whisky, his long blond ponytail was always greasy and rather than his chef's pants and jacket, he preffered tracksuit pants that revealed three inches of his buttcrack and thin T-shirts that did little to hide his offensively large manboobs.
"Hey Helena, Jade," He said with a sleepy nod.
"Jeff! How are you?" Helena asked cheerfully.
"Alright I guess, a little hungover."
"Sorry to hear it. Would you like a coffee?"
"Sure, I'll have a latte with one sugar, thanks."
Jade decided to go to the petrol station across the road and buy some credit for her phone.
When she returned, she saw a young man standing behind the bar, and she knew it was the new worker. Helena and Jeff must have already started... She looked him over from a distance. His hair was a very dark brown, his skin was a very light shade of olive and he had very piercing eyes. Holy shit she thought to herself.
"Hi, I'm Jared." he said
"Hi Jared" she said awkwardly.
"And what's your name?" he asked with an amused grin.
"Oh, sorry, um, it's Jade."
"Pleased to meet you Jade," he said, shaking he hand.
"So Jared, how old are you?"
"23, and yourself?"
"17"
There was a bit of a silence and the Jade said, "Well, I should get to work now."
Jeff was cutting steaks at the kitchen bench and asked Jade if she wold mind to light the stove.
"Got a lighter?" she asked him.
"In my pocket," he said.
Jade had just started working here and she couldn't say she didn't want to reach into his filthy pocket, so she braced herself. She knew it wouldn't be pleasant.
Helena the came into the kitchen. "How are you my little worker ant?"
"Fine," Jade mumbled with a roll of her eyes. She hated when Helena addresse her that way. It's so patronizing she thought.
"Jeff, do you mind if I borrow her to go to the supermarket to get some soft drinks?"
"Go for it," Jeff replied.
Going to the store for soft drinks was something Jade normally detested, and today was no exception. Walking in the sun with bags so heavy your arms might break off you shoulders, or worse yet, the bags might break under the weight or their contents, weirdly, is not my idea of of fun.
"Jared will go with you," Helena said.
Jade went into the bar where she saw Jared getting $50 out of the till.
"Let's go," he said as he held the bar door for Jade, and she rolled her eyes at him. "Oh, would you mind to carry this?" he asked, waving the money. "I don't want to lose it,"
"What make you think I won't lose it?" Jade countered, but she took it and put it in her blazer pocket anyway.
They walked passed a laneway and Jared said, "If we go through the laneway it's faster,"
"It actually makes no difference, but yeah..." Jade said as she lit a cigarette. "Would you like one?"
"No thank you, I don't smoke and you shouldn't either."
She chose to ignore that remark since she wanted to be polite and she found it too dumb to be worthy of a proper rebuttal anyway.
"So, you like Nirvana?"
"I do, yes, they're my favourite band. How did you know?"
"Um, you're wearing a Nirvana T-shirt and yo mentioned them last time when we met."
"Yeah. Did we meet exactly, or did we just happen to be at the bar at the same time?"
"Well, I did introduce you my name,"
"Then how did you not know mine today?" Jade wanted it to be that they had not met and save herself the embarassment of forgetting his name.
"No, you didn't tell me,"
"Sorry, I am bad with names," she explained.
"Anyway, about Nirvana, what would you say is their best album?"
"I think Incesticide, but most people say In Utero is better,"
"Really?" Jared raised his eyebrows. "I quite like the unplugged album. Oh Me is a vey good song,"
"Yeah Nirvana's cover is better than the orginal."
"It is, and The Man Who Sold the World is another one they covered very well. It may even be their best song,"
"I know it's my favourite right now. And what kind of music do you like?"
"Queens of the Stone Age are probably my favourite at the moment,"
The talk was all about music all the way there and all the way back. Jared and Jade had similar tastes and shared an appreciation for classics such as the Beatles, The Doors and Led Zeppelin.
It was one of those uneventful lunches and so the kitchen closed early and the staff ordered meals for themselves. Jade sat at a table by the window with her calamari salad and she saw Jared approaching. "Do you mind if I sit here?"
"Go ahead,"
Jared commented on Jade's American accent and she explained she and Helena had grown up in Japan.
"You're just like this girl I knew in Brisbane. Her family is overseas too,"
Jade could tell by the way his eyes changed when he mentioned her, that he had felt for her once. Being likened to an old flame felt a bit odd, seeing as they had just met, but she didn't know what his intentions were. What she did know, though, was that work was gonna be a lot more entertaining with a hot guy around.
November 8, 2008
OK
Ok, guys I wrote the first page of the (boring) story, which is still Untitled. I couldn't get it to sit at the top for some reason, so if you want to read it, scroll down and wait till you see a post called "The Grind".
Don't be mean with your comments, I think it sucks too.
Don't be mean with your comments, I think it sucks too.
October 26, 2008
Here's A Thought (Not Really)
OK, here's something I realized the other night. A woman's heart can be likened to a man's balls; they want you to touch it, but gently, as they are very very sensitive and not that sexy either.
I realize that what I just said does not make a whole lot of sense, but I just don't like balls a great deal. I prefer to pretend that they are not there (kind of like guys seem to pretend you--and they-- are void of emotions.)
Also, my uncle and aunt just had their 25 years of marriage anniversy. Yeah I know, they deserve to be congratulated. They were celevrating and my uncle said, during a speech, something that hinted what would be "on the menu" for his wife that night. I , his niece, and all my cousins, his kids, had to hear it. Yuk. Another thing I like to pretend is that all people over the age of... 38... do not have sex. I know it isn't true, but I still like to think so, and they probably like turning a blind eye to me, and the rest of the younger genereation and the fact that some of us do have sex, or whatever.
I realize that what I just said does not make a whole lot of sense, but I just don't like balls a great deal. I prefer to pretend that they are not there (kind of like guys seem to pretend you--and they-- are void of emotions.)
Also, my uncle and aunt just had their 25 years of marriage anniversy. Yeah I know, they deserve to be congratulated. They were celevrating and my uncle said, during a speech, something that hinted what would be "on the menu" for his wife that night. I , his niece, and all my cousins, his kids, had to hear it. Yuk. Another thing I like to pretend is that all people over the age of... 38... do not have sex. I know it isn't true, but I still like to think so, and they probably like turning a blind eye to me, and the rest of the younger genereation and the fact that some of us do have sex, or whatever.
September 6, 2008
All This Stuff
Soemone sent me this sheet full of very deep questions, which I had trouble answering because they freak me out because they do.
Something you say a lot that you tend to regret "Yes,", "No," and "No thank you."
The one thing you said that you regret the most "If it suits you"
And the least? "I'm not asking you to change"
Is there anyone outside your personal family that you actually love? A few
Have ever been in love? Not by my definition of the term, no. And if I do fall in love, I want it to be very special, so I try to use the term sparingly.
Have you ever had a broken heart? Of course.
Would you rather a broken heart or a broken wrist? Wrist.
What are you most afraid of? Being vulnerable, being rejected and not being there.
What do you want the most? Success. I should add here, before I sound callous and unfeeling, that my idea of success is having meaningful friendships and a job that pays enough to give me a comfortable lifestyle, but that I also enjoy and am good at.
Have ever loved someone so much that it made you cry? No
What's the best thing a man could do to make you happy? I don't know... it matters who the man is.
And the worst thing he could do? Snoop through my things or phone. It doesn't matter if it's my cousin, my dad, my brother, a boyfriend. It's wrong and I will never trust them again.
Would you dump someone if they went through your phone/emails? Absolutely
Do you believe in love at first sight? I do not.
Is there a "one" for everyone? No.
Is being in love overrated? I am not sure. I think a lot of poeple say that they are in love, when they really just have a crush, but that makes crushes overrate, not being in love. But then again, some people are not content until they are in love, or they feel like there life is not complete until they are in love with someone. In the case of being in love being used as a way of measuring success, then I would have to say that, yeah, it might be a bit overrated.
Is sex overrated? Now, sex is!
When you realize you love someone, do you tell them? Not usually. I have only loved one person in "that" way, and I never told him.
Are you in love with one of your friends? Yes and like I said I never told him, and to this day, I believe he does not know.
Do you want do find The One? I am not sure. Honestly, I am afraid that when I find him if I ever do, that I am going to throw caution into the wind and lose control over my emtions and be truly vulnerable. Maybe I don't
Something you say a lot that you tend to regret "Yes,", "No," and "No thank you."
The one thing you said that you regret the most "If it suits you"
And the least? "I'm not asking you to change"
Is there anyone outside your personal family that you actually love? A few
Have ever been in love? Not by my definition of the term, no. And if I do fall in love, I want it to be very special, so I try to use the term sparingly.
Have you ever had a broken heart? Of course.
Would you rather a broken heart or a broken wrist? Wrist.
Have you ever broken someone's heart? Oh he would tell you so, but he's lying, because he broke his own heart by becoming attracted to me when I tried to stop him.
What are you most afraid of? Being vulnerable, being rejected and not being there.
What do you want the most? Success. I should add here, before I sound callous and unfeeling, that my idea of success is having meaningful friendships and a job that pays enough to give me a comfortable lifestyle, but that I also enjoy and am good at.
Have ever loved someone so much that it made you cry? No
What's the best thing a man could do to make you happy? I don't know... it matters who the man is.
And the worst thing he could do? Snoop through my things or phone. It doesn't matter if it's my cousin, my dad, my brother, a boyfriend. It's wrong and I will never trust them again.
Would you dump someone if they went through your phone/emails? Absolutely
Do you believe in love at first sight? I do not.
Is there a "one" for everyone? No.
Is being in love overrated? I am not sure. I think a lot of poeple say that they are in love, when they really just have a crush, but that makes crushes overrate, not being in love. But then again, some people are not content until they are in love, or they feel like there life is not complete until they are in love with someone. In the case of being in love being used as a way of measuring success, then I would have to say that, yeah, it might be a bit overrated.
Is sex overrated? Now, sex is!
When you realize you love someone, do you tell them? Not usually. I have only loved one person in "that" way, and I never told him.
Are you in love with one of your friends? Yes and like I said I never told him, and to this day, I believe he does not know.
Do you want do find The One? I am not sure. Honestly, I am afraid that when I find him if I ever do, that I am going to throw caution into the wind and lose control over my emtions and be truly vulnerable. Maybe I don't
Postponement
Hi again Everyone,
The story will not start as soon as I expected. It will be boring and writing it is a headache.
The story will not start as soon as I expected. It will be boring and writing it is a headache.
1 The Grind
Jade had spent the Christmas holidays with her cousin Jenny and some of their friends. They went boating, swimming and soaked up the sun. New Year's Eve was a blast. They partied, smoked it up, drank too much, and slept off their hangovers.
She had hooked up in a yacht on the lakeside with one of the guys, Nick, who planned to join the army. There seemed to be a mutual understanding that it was what it was and they would never see eachother again. It was out of character for Jade, but then again, it was New Year, and she was not one to try to make something out of nothing.
On the way to her uncle and aunt's house, Jenny kept insisting that Jade tell her where she had gotten the hickey on her neck.
"It's the 2nd of January, I don't remember." she said lamely
"That's not an answer," Jenny persisted.
"It's a 2nd-of-January answer."
Jenny's Dad put on a mix of his favourite songs. Musically, his taste was not that bad--he liked Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, and the Eagles, all the old school stuff. Secretly, Jade had always looked fondly upon previous generations, musically and otherwise. Of course, she wasn't there, but maybe that's what she found so appealing about it.
The world is just getting worse all the time, and no one seems to understand that. Like those ignorant people who say every day is getting better--are they naive, or are they just not willing to admit that things are alwas getting harder? Actually, it's also possible that they have found a secret that I don't know and every day really does improve their life.
People mostly knew Jade as a wild, hard-partying, angst-ridden teenager, but what only those close to her knew was that she thought a lot about everything. There were so many unanswered questions she had about life, such as "What am I on this earth to do?", "Can one person really change the world?" and "How come I don't look like Kate Moss?" Before the answer came to her regarding any of these questions, the car pulled up in her Aunt's driveway and came to a stop.
The country house smelled of barbecue and loud laughter could be heard coming from inside the house. It was Jenny's sister Adriana's 20th birthday and she had invited some friends over for a small-scale party.
"How are ya, gorgeous?" Adriana said, hugging Jade. "This is my boyfriend, Drew."
Drew was tall, heavy-set, pasty-skinned and and small, dark eyes and hair. He looked like a country thug.
Then there was Benny, Drew's best mate, and his girlfriend Jay. He was a chubby brown-haired guy and she was a tanned, blonde, blue-eyed knockout. They were a vulgar bunch after a few beers, and not surprisingly, Jade fit right in.
"I heard anal sex is really big in Japan," Jay remarked.
"Iwouldn't know," Jade replied. "Personally, I would never do it."
"Aw why not?" Drew said jokingly. "What good's a chick who won't take it up the backdoor?"
"Well, it's just not natural, it's a dirty practice."
"You can shower though!" Benny chimed in.
"But it's never clean enough. I mean, imagine you were doing your function and it crawled back up, you know? It can't feel good!"
The guys laughed boistrously, but the girls didn't.
She had hooked up in a yacht on the lakeside with one of the guys, Nick, who planned to join the army. There seemed to be a mutual understanding that it was what it was and they would never see eachother again. It was out of character for Jade, but then again, it was New Year, and she was not one to try to make something out of nothing.
On the way to her uncle and aunt's house, Jenny kept insisting that Jade tell her where she had gotten the hickey on her neck.
"It's the 2nd of January, I don't remember." she said lamely
"That's not an answer," Jenny persisted.
"It's a 2nd-of-January answer."
Jenny's Dad put on a mix of his favourite songs. Musically, his taste was not that bad--he liked Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, and the Eagles, all the old school stuff. Secretly, Jade had always looked fondly upon previous generations, musically and otherwise. Of course, she wasn't there, but maybe that's what she found so appealing about it.
The world is just getting worse all the time, and no one seems to understand that. Like those ignorant people who say every day is getting better--are they naive, or are they just not willing to admit that things are alwas getting harder? Actually, it's also possible that they have found a secret that I don't know and every day really does improve their life.
People mostly knew Jade as a wild, hard-partying, angst-ridden teenager, but what only those close to her knew was that she thought a lot about everything. There were so many unanswered questions she had about life, such as "What am I on this earth to do?", "Can one person really change the world?" and "How come I don't look like Kate Moss?" Before the answer came to her regarding any of these questions, the car pulled up in her Aunt's driveway and came to a stop.
The country house smelled of barbecue and loud laughter could be heard coming from inside the house. It was Jenny's sister Adriana's 20th birthday and she had invited some friends over for a small-scale party.
"How are ya, gorgeous?" Adriana said, hugging Jade. "This is my boyfriend, Drew."
Drew was tall, heavy-set, pasty-skinned and and small, dark eyes and hair. He looked like a country thug.
Then there was Benny, Drew's best mate, and his girlfriend Jay. He was a chubby brown-haired guy and she was a tanned, blonde, blue-eyed knockout. They were a vulgar bunch after a few beers, and not surprisingly, Jade fit right in.
"I heard anal sex is really big in Japan," Jay remarked.
"Iwouldn't know," Jade replied. "Personally, I would never do it."
"Aw why not?" Drew said jokingly. "What good's a chick who won't take it up the backdoor?"
"Well, it's just not natural, it's a dirty practice."
"You can shower though!" Benny chimed in.
"But it's never clean enough. I mean, imagine you were doing your function and it crawled back up, you know? It can't feel good!"
The guys laughed boistrously, but the girls didn't.
There was a pause in the conversation, and Jade's grandmother aproached and said, "Jade, how are you, beautiful girl?"
"I'm good, Nonna, thank you,"
"Come on bella, have something to eat before it gets cold. Come on children." She said to the group as she turned to leave.
Drew shook his head and said, "Just how is it that you can be so wild while your grandmother thinks your some kind of a saint?"
"I never thought about it," Jade replied.
*****
Jade and her cousins had had a pleasant time together, but now it was time to go back to work, back to the city. Jenny and Adriana's oldest brother Christopher generously offered to drive her to the station.
A two-hour train ride and one's night's sleep away, and it would be back to the grind.
September 4, 2008
Thanks Guys
Hi everyone,
First of all I would like make some excuses for not posting.
I was out of a job and had to look for another (Job found. Job sucks.) It was a hard choice between sticking it out and ending up sleeping in the street, but since adulthood is about doing the things we know we have to (and is thus the reason I don't want to grow up), I believe I have made the right choice. I am also currently looking for a job I enjoy more.
And there is another reason that I am not ready to make public just yet. (But I may tell some of you girls privately).
Anyway, I wanted to thank everyone who did give an opinion about the story, and would like to announce that it will be really boring, but I decided to go ahead with it, since I am guessing some of you may not have much better to do with your time. (I'm joking.) The first posting will be on Sunday, which means I have to think of something better to call it. (I am thinking about going with "Untitled")
And as Patty requested, it will be twice weekly, provided I never end up with two broken hands or a good excuse.
First of all I would like make some excuses for not posting.
I was out of a job and had to look for another (Job found. Job sucks.) It was a hard choice between sticking it out and ending up sleeping in the street, but since adulthood is about doing the things we know we have to (and is thus the reason I don't want to grow up), I believe I have made the right choice. I am also currently looking for a job I enjoy more.
And there is another reason that I am not ready to make public just yet. (But I may tell some of you girls privately).
Anyway, I wanted to thank everyone who did give an opinion about the story, and would like to announce that it will be really boring, but I decided to go ahead with it, since I am guessing some of you may not have much better to do with your time. (I'm joking.) The first posting will be on Sunday, which means I have to think of something better to call it. (I am thinking about going with "Untitled")
And as Patty requested, it will be twice weekly, provided I never end up with two broken hands or a good excuse.
August 7, 2008
Opinions Please
What would everybody think if I wrote a story divided into page-length chapters and posted it weekly/twice weekly?
Opions carrying weight: Mary Jane, Amanda, Christian, Kenny, Sunny, Patty. (Since they are the only people who I know for a fact read my blog on a regular basis.)
Opions carrying weight: Mary Jane, Amanda, Christian, Kenny, Sunny, Patty. (Since they are the only people who I know for a fact read my blog on a regular basis.)
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