Thursday, April 28, 2005

Gizmo

I'm sure all those who read my blog know I have a cat named Gizmo (except random people like Elijah, who was that guy??). Now, Gizmo is getting on in age (he will be 12 in a few months!!), however, he still behaves as if he was about 6 months old. I don't know if he is having a mid-life-crisis, but lately he has been tearing around the house in the mornings. He did this last probably quite a few years ago. It amazes me that the same tricks still amuse him, and I love the fact that sometimes I'm quite afraid of him and have to tell my Dad to come to my aid. That cat has attitude. Anyways, after his recent mad dash down the corridoor, he whacked into the bathroom door (it was loud!! I was also in the bathroom at the time), later that night we noticed he was limping. Poor little thing!!!! After cuddling him and telling him not to run around the house so much we thought he had understood. However, the very next morning, he was at it again!!! Gizmo holds a very special place in my heart. I got him when I was 10 during my school holidays. He was a neighbourhood stray and since my cat had recently passed away, we adopted him, or maybe, he adopted us, we will never know. I have heaps of photos of him growing up, and there is one photo of me holding him. I showed my Dad this photo recently and commented on how little Gizmo was. My Dad then said, look at how little YOU are!! Which really got me thinking. Gizmo has been a part of my life for so long, I don't know what I'd do without him. Though I don't realise it, sometimes I take him for granted (however, I realised this when I was at Uni, when I wanted him to be in my unit so I could hug him to keep myself warm). He is a beautiful cat and I would marry him if I could!!!!! Hehe.

Things that make you go AWWWWW.

Jack Handy Thought For The Day: When I found the skull in the woods, the first thing I did was call the police. But then I got curious about it. I picked it up, and started wandering who this person was, and why he had deer horns.

Monday, April 25, 2005

A Night Out With Bronte

Hi All,

Sorry for taking so long to post a new message, I told you this blog thing might not go so well!! Hehe, anways, I had a pretty eventful night with my buddy Bronte on Saturday.

As you do in Darwin, we visited 'Ducks Nuts' at the start of the night, had a drink (I had a coke), and checked out the more fashionable population. We then proceeded to the 'Lost Arc' where we grooved to older music, which we know and like, because, shock horror, we are kind 'old'. The song 'Mambo Number 5' came on by Lou Bega, and ofcourse we danced to that and put in our own 'trumpet' movement, which was VERY amusing. I requested 'Don't Stop Moving' by S Club 7 so we could do the 'robot' and crack up laughing. At about 12am we went to the 'Vic' and there proceeded to 'play' other instruments, these included the following:
  • bagpipes
  • piano/keyboard
  • guitar
  • harp
  • flute
  • drums
  • trumpet (again)
  • saxaphone
  • recorder
  • cello
  • violin
  • woogie board (Rolph Harris style)
  • our own mouths (making that popping sound with one finger)
  • our armpits (trying to make a fart sound)

I don't know what other people thought of us, but honestly I didn't care!! I had fun making Bronte almost fall over laughing, and I'm sure she had fun doing the same to me. I haven't laughed like that in a long time. Our 'instrument playing' was interspersed with bouts of the 'robot'.

All in all, it was a really good night, even though I stunk like cigarettes afterwards.

Jack Handy Thought For The Day: I bet when the neanderthal kids would make a snowman, someone would always end up saying "Don't forget the thick, heavy brows". Then they would get all embarrassed because they remembered they had the big hunky brows too, and they'd get mad and eat the snowman.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

The Elevator

Now, as most of you know, I am working with the Department of Employment, Education and Training. It is an okay job and I'm pretty happy here so to speak. However, there is one thing that really gets me down, yes, it is the elevator.

Now, I work on the 12th floor. My building has 14 floors (I like to think of myself as a 'top' person) *laughs at own stupid joke*, and most of the time people from the 8th, 9th, 10th, 11th, and 13th floors are in the lift that my Dad and I choose. 'Why is this a bad thing??' I hear you ask. Well, the uncomfortable silence that usually takes place is one thing. People being in your personal space is another. The looking up/down/not at people's faces is yet another. Not to mention people with strange fashion sense standing in front of you, leaving your mind to ponder what they were thinking when they woke up in the morning.

I often think of the forward email '25 things to do in an elevator', my favourite being "greet everyone with a warm handshake and ask them to call you admiral".

However, it is not bad say 5% of the time. I was in the elevator once with my Dad, this lady Sandra who works with us (who is really funny/loud), and some other randoms, one lady had a small suitcase with wheels. This lady got off at a floor that was not ours and my Dad made the comment "I don't think I'd like to stay here for the weekend" and Sandra, without missing a beat said "yeah, I don't think the room service would be any good". Now, that was really funny and everyone laughed.

I'm glad I could share one of my happier elevator stories with you. You have a good day now.

Jack Handy Thought For The Day: If I could be a bird, I'd be a Flying Purple People Eater because then people would sing about me and I could fly down and eat them because I hate that song.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Missing Sydney

Things I miss about the great city:

1. My boyfriend, Kasun (the 'long distance thing' really sucks!!)
2. My friends from Uni, MUV and randoms met along the way
3. My unit
4. My apparent independence
5. The HUGE bookstores
6. The Thursday nights out with Annique at Metropolis (and then getting Maccas on the way home)
7. The monorail (the views are gorgeous if you don't get into a carriage that gives a sardine tin a run for it's money!!)
8. The $6.00 roasts at the Ranch
9. Oporto's Bondai Burgers!!!!!
10. Kasun's car (c'mon, it was a nice car!!!)
11. Cooking with Shakti (then having him yell at me to get out of the kitchen!!)
12. Eating icecream at Darling Harbour
13. Buying cheap/expensive/useless things at Paddy's Markets
14. The long bus ride to the city

Ahh yes, Sydney does hold a VERY special place in my heart. One of the things I regret not having the opportunity to do is sliding down the sails of the Opera House

Jack Handy Thought For The Day: If they ever come up with a Swashbuckling School, I think one of the courses should be 'Laughing, Then Jumping Off Something'.

Monday, April 18, 2005

The Dream Team

Ahh yes, now we all have one. The other members of the dream team (Yumna especially) convinced me that I too should start a blog. Let's see how long I can keep this up!! To all who read this, you may be wondering who the Dream Team are. Apart from playing fabulous basket ball, the dream team also attended Macquarie University together.

Star player and also center: Mel
Forward and offensive player: Vidya
Baseline and defensive player: Yumna
Last but not least, slam dunker (AKA Michael Jordan): Anika

So, as you can see, we were not just smart jocks, but also 'incredible goodlooking'. All one word (Zoolander Style).

This post is a tribute to my Dream Team Sisters. I miss you guys a whole lot and I can't think of better colleagues/friends I could have spent my University life with. Thanks for the great times and introducing me to sarcasm, the highest form of wit.

'Though we are far apart, our spirits share the same earth, and the same sky'

Yes, that is from the movie 'Cheetah', an all time favourite of mine (when I was a kid, ofcourse!!)

I will finish off with a nice sayonara and I hope to see everyone I don't see often, very soon.

Take care and say hi to your Mum for me!!

Jack Handy Thought For The Day: It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man.