Don’t Listen To A Word I Say

[Little Talks – Of Monsters and Men]

This post is a few days late because of a sudden influx of LIFE that happened over the last few days. And by that, I mean Amelia’s and Melody‘s party. (By the way, Melody is kinda in a blog clique kind of thing, so my tacking on of her link is me trying to integrate myself.)

On Thursday, I went to Amelia’s house early to help her clean her house and set up for her party. She’d gotten her Ps just the day before, so I got picked up from my door and drive to her door, and let me say, having spent the past two years taking two different buses for an hour each time just to get to her house, I think I will enjoy this new freedom!

We washed up some dirty dishes and cleaned the kitchen, and then she vacuumed the house while Meg tried to fight off the noise monster. Then we had a bit of a rest, had Nandos for lunch (also, another perk of having her drive: instead of having to order expensive pizza in, or making instant noodles, we can now go out for lunch if we want) then a snooze. When it was nearly time, we went downstairs to blow up some balloons and that’s when people started arriving.

You may not be able to tell, but I’m not a fan of recounting in deep detail everything that happened, so here’s a quick run-down.

Most people were well over an hour late, and so when the pizza finally came, everyone was dead hungry, and demolished the first round. We had to go order more. The alcohol began to  flow as well, albeit in little amounts, because her parents are still home. Everyone was hanging out and listening to some guitar playing, and then for some reason some people wanted to watch UP, so we put that on as well.

It was nearing 11pm, and poor Meg had been up for hours and hours (with a tiny nap in the middle). We’d taken her for a big walkies in the afternoon so she’d empty her bowels outside and not be too excited when people come and pee on them. As a result, she was exhausted. When UP was finishing, her eyes were watering, and she was getting quite grumpy. Thankfully, there were three people at the party apart from Amelia and myself that Meg suddenly took a liking to, and those three people took turns hugging Meg until she became docile and just dozed off.

Anyway, that was Meg. I was worried she’d be badly behaved, but Amelia hugged her every now and then which made her happy, and mostly she was friendly to the twenty odd strangers in the house.

Serena made a caramel cheesecake, which she was paranoid over, because she felt like it wasn’t good/sweet/cold enough. Now, I’ve seen her make many cakes in the past, but I’ve never gotten to try a single bite. But, IT WAS AMAZING. I don’t even like cheesecake or caramel and I loved it. I hope she makes me more. Serena, are you reading still? Make me MORE!

Now, we talk about Cindy.

For those of you who aren’t in the know, Cindy is one of Amelia’s closest friends and, if I divide everything down to the most common denominator, probably the reason I got together with Amelia in the first place. The way that Cindy and I met isn’t exactly the best example of my ability to “stay cool”.

But that night, it was Cindy’s turn to not be cool! She accidentally forgot she didn’t eat much (accidentally), and did a few shorts in quick succession. As a result, she became extremely friendly with everyone, and ample hugs were abound. Then, the high wore off, and the head-stuck-in-the-toilet era rolled in. By the end of the night…at around 2:30 am, we had the last stragglers of the party (namely Amelia, myself and three others who were staying over, Nico – Cind’s boyfriend and who now on I will call Naochi because that’s what I call him – and Ash, who was getting a ride from Nico) holding plastic bags up to her face, telling her to just throw up to feel better (horrible phrase to take out of context, I know). In all, it was an amusing but tiring way to finish off what was otherwise a really amazing party.

I had to bring that up, sorry, because it was a fond memory that I’m sure I’ll appreciate to read about a few years later.

I went home early Friday morning because Amelia had work first thing. I had my day of rest, and then another half day of rest on Saturday, before Amelia picked me up for Melody’s. She held it at Ondergrounds on Russell St, which was a pretty cool venue, but because I had to leave really early due to work Sunday, I only really stayed for a few shots and left. But, from what I saw, everyone was in for a crazy night (and I’m pretty sure Melody will supplement and blog more about it on her fancy dotcom page, so do check it out! LIKE SHE NEEDS PLUGGING), and I was sorry I missed it.

And, to finally catch up, I worked all Sunday and all today.

PS Here’s Meg

She’s having a nap while hugging her decimated Pikachu toy. It no longer has a face, but boy is it her favorite.

 

 

Honey, Why You Callin’ Me So Late?

[Lips Of An Angel – Hinder]

It was on shuffle, okay?! This won’t be too long, but yesterday I went to Pommy’s place.

I went up to Glen early to buy my monthly (I’m still Team Metcards, sorry. Myki has yet to prove itself to me.) and recharge docket.

Bummed at the Glen for ages. My legs were sore from the day prior, having to bend over to pick up juggling balls (YES I KNOW I’M UNFIT OKAY?!) so I was sort of limping. Walked around David Jones to kill time. Saw some interesting clothes but I’m not a shopper.

Then I went to Happy Cup, and waited and waited for everyone to arrive. Took the bus up to Rowville, and then walked to Pom’s house.

We watched Marley and Me, and by the end I was playing “does Marley die when…?” with Andrew (not Dani’s Andrew). Picked up Jenny.

Had a huge lunch – I think Pom’s mom thought there would be 30 of us or something. So we ate and ate.

Then we started watching Disaster Movie because they all refused to watch Ninja Assassin (by they, I meant Jenny) and I don’t think everyone liked it very much but I did!

After that we started playing Blackjack dares. If those pictures ever make it on FB I think I’m going to crawl into a hole.

There were lots of laughs – at first I was pretty much not caring, so I was busting pretty high. Not as high as Pom did once at 30 – and some awkward dares.

Lois and Andrew made this drink that was basically half a beer bottle of vinegar, water, with some of those hot chillis soaked in for a few good days, and some beer powder. Nashi drank it and nearly choked. I took a swig, and it certainly had a kick to it. Like. A soccer ball in the face sort of kick.

Had pizza in 10 minutes because the last bus was going to leave soon – okay, seriously, Rowville: 8:51 is the last bus?! WHAT?! – and hugged everyone goodbye.

Actually managed to get home on time to watch White Collar.

I’m so tired.

Alex.

With Accentuating Off-White Pinstripes

[There’s A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven’t Thought Of It Yet – Panic! At The Disco]

Today I went to Mani’s house for lunch. I realized Dad didn’t leave food, and I can’t cook for shit (except eggs, and we were out of that) so I whinged to her online. She actually said yes to me going over for a free lunch.

Her mom picked me up (because, contrary to my beliefs, she actually lived around an hour’s walk away from me) and we started making some pizza! Making pizza from scratch! That was a first for me. Mrs Mani showed me how to make the dough (add some sugar with the yeast, it makes it activate faster haha!) and then we chopped up stuff for the topping. Mani never asked me to check if we had mushrooms so Mrs Mani kept on complaining that there was no mushrooms. (“Even three or four, for the flavor you know?”) Then she decided to experiment and make this Asian Pizza thing, using tuna and soy sauce and sweet chilli sauce.

While the pizzas were cooking (you know, we forgot to take pictures!) we went to play Wii. Failed epically in the Simpsons game. Ahh embarrassment! Then we had the pizzas, and let me tell you, I’m telling you so you better listen: After home made pizza that you made yourself, you don’t ever want to eat store bought ones ever again. Or maybe Mrs Mani is just really good at making pizza. The Asian fusion turned out really well, because the tuna smelled really good mixed with the sweet chilli sauce. Then Mani taught me how to toast a sandwich without a sandwich toaster. I think I still remember a few steps.

Eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat wiiiiiiiii Guitar Hero on Wii, without the guitar controller was funny and fail.

Then got dropped off home before either parents came home. I feel sneaky.

I wish I took pictures. It was so delicious! Thank you Mani and Mrs Mani!

Alex.

Insert Witty Title Here

Well, hey, I’m amazing but my awesomeness runs out at some point.

I don’t know why I thought I would do homework this morning. I should…but I can’t seem to find the…ceebness. I still have tomorrow morning a bit, and also tomorrow evening.

Anyway, I was going to write an extremely long blog about yesterday. But firstly, that takes too long and my fingers are cold, and secondly, I can’t recall a lot. NO Not because I got drunk, I know that what you all thought, but simply because all the good moments got smooshed together.

In a nutshell, yesterday was my last day as a kid. Carmaine and I (and Nat, but I spent most of the day with the Carminator) went to SonJ’s lunch at La Porchetta’s near QV Market. Dom came along, and so did Jen and ASH (met him met him. And he reads this. So HI ASH!) and Jack was there too.

Nat and Emily got lost. Yeah. Trust? Yeah…

April went with a guy called Si. Apparently I wasn’t meant to ask about him. He blogrolled me so…hi?

We ate, and we chatted and had heaps of fun. I owned Carmaine in iPhone hockey. Then, as SonJ was cutting the cake, she got me to go up. I don’t know why I didn’t tweak because the next thing I knew she got everyone to sing happy birthday to me too. How embarrassing.

Carmaine wanted a picture of Bel and Julia (it’s weird, but I think it’s best if I start phasing out Julinda now…yeah a variety of reasons but mostly because they don’t like it). They wouldn’t co-operate. So Carmaine calls out “JULINDA!”

Julia turned around. “Yea-DAMMIT!”

That happened again later on. I said if she responds to it 3 times it’s official. But she didn’t respond to it the third time.

We left at around 3 because Bianca was at Melb Central waiting for us. The four of us (Nat included, sorry) took the train back, and of course we talked about the formal. Ehh.

Excellent call of the morning? Dom was eating something and said “I was going to spit it out but then I swallowed it.” I followed with, “that’s what she said.”

WIN!

After that, I went home for a bit until it was time to go to Korean BBQ which I booked under Bee’s name. The boss got confused when my parents came to pay. They thought Bee was their daughter. And that wouldn’t make sense. Bee’s Goan. I’m Chinese. Even if you don’t know what Goan is it’s not Chinese at all.

Picked Bee up from her place. Got to the restaurant and we got the Karaoke room for freeeee! Four Seasons at Glen Waverley is AWESOME! Bee and I tried to figure out how to turn the machine on, pressing all the buttons (oh and before I forget. Carmaine says later “I like pushing your buttons.” I asked her if she knew what it meant. Her expression said no.) until the boss came up and told us the thing wasn’t on at the power switch.

Eunice arrived. She looked stunning yesterday. Did something special with her hair I think, and WOO! What a stunner. Yes I’m trying to embarrass you.

Annie arrived after yelling at me over the phone because SHE GOT THE ADDRESS WRONG AND NOT ME.

Charlie was downstairs, and I forgot to tell Annie that because she skitzed, wanting to see Charlie. I know that sounds a bit iffy. Whatever. I don’t take responsibilities after the way Annie yelled at me to go downstairs with her to see Charlie.

Fel arrived after that, and rather flamboyantly hugged me happy birthday. I pulled the trump card on her when I wanted something a certain way and she didn’t, and it was my birthday (the next day) so I won.

Carmaine was late by 20 minutes. I had to say it, sorry! Not that I minded. It’s a thing that you do now. It’s your thing.

Carmaine had her fringe all pinned up. I suppose to see it you’d have to go on Facebook when she has uploaded all her pictures.

Now, Carmaine also knew Charlie was downstairs, and at some point early on she thought Charlie had walked past our room to the bathroom. She proceeded to wait outside the bathroom to say hi to him. After 10 minutes she realized/decided the guy who walked past…wasn’t Charlie.

So we sang and we ate, and Eunice and Annie cooked most of the stuff. It was so good! Fel and Eunice did an amazing harmony duet to “I Believe I Can Fly” and Bee and Fel sang the Titanic song twice.

Eunice and I belted out “Dont’ Wanna Miss A Thing” at the end of the night. The restaurant was closing down and we were still singing. Mom and dad got annoyed waiting.

I now have a jacket and a shirt that smells beautifully of meat and kimchi.

Call of the night:

While singing Beyonce, Carmaine said to Bee, “Bee you sing it. You’re black!”

WIN!

Went to sleep, and when I kept on being woken up by well-wishers around midnight, I put my phone on silent.

Today I’m off to Jenny’s 18th. I think the irony is pretty obvious but I couldn’t care less. I’m going to have a lot of fun, dammit.

Alex.

A Night Out With The Beast

(No, I’m not talking about Dani’s cleavage. Ahhh in-ish joke.)

I am extremely glad I have something I can post under “social life” again.

Last night I had a really full night, because it was Julia’s birthday dinner as well as Beauty and the Beast, the combined musical by MacRob and MHS.

The evening/night started when school ended and I headed off into the city with Sonam, Tiff, Vania and a bunch of others who, to make this blog more coherent, will only be named and censored when need be. We planned to meet up with Julia, Bel and Jen (and a similar other bunch) later on at the restaurant.

The plan had originally been to go to this cafe on Little Collins to let Tiff perve on some hot guy. We were slow getting out of the school so we powered up Little Collins (Town Hall side) only to find that the cafe (assuming it was the one April recommended) was closed. So we powered back down to the other end of Little Collins where we were about to enter Laurent. It was full so we went down a causeway and went into an Asian-run Italian themed cafe. It wasn’t bad, quite cosy, but it wasn’t as good as Giraffe (and I forgot its name).

After drinking and paying for coffee (I read my drink price wrong which held us up for about 10 minutes as Lisa tried to compensate for my stupidity) we went back down to Swanston St to catch a train up to the restaurant. There was some sort of giveaway going on and there was a mass of people on the opposite side to the Town Hall. I thought it was a gig but apparently not.

Went up to the restaurant. I forgot the name of the restaurant, but it was Italian and you get there via the Glen Iris tram stopping at Stop 31. Most of the people arrived and we started eating. There were pizzas and gnocchi and pasta and so forth and we all had a pretty awesome time joking around and making fun of Jen – who is such a good sport – and eating. A while into dinner we realized that the other end of the table was definitely having more fun than our end, so we tried to think of something fun to talk about but all Jen could do was bleat (literally).

Then food finished and we all made a racket taking pictures and singing happy birthday AGAIN. Jen and JenT tried to harmonise for 5 minutes to no avail. Then, when Tiff went to the bathroom Suse had the bright idea to hide under the tables so that when Tiff came back out she wouldn’t know where we were. We did it, and we were totally idiotic, with us giggling and hissing “SHH” all the time.

Got told off by the owner of the store so we paid and left, and decided to walk to MHS instead of tram.

Had a pretty interesting conversation with Lisa on the way there. I had to find a bathroom halfway down and unfortunately got lost coming back out (IT WAS MAZEY OKAY?!).

Got to MHS with time to spare, and waited around for Fel, Bee, Shaz, Mash and Fel’s friend Ryan. Turned out they’d passed me and were inside already (despite Bee saying she called my name I was annoyed and cold). Met Ryan, and saw a Yr 10 MHS guy with uber long/big blonde hair. I can’t describe it. It’s sort of punk/skater boy, shoulder length, huge fringe etc. He was an usher so I kept on trying to see his hair.

My English student teacher sat in front of me, coincidentally, and I wasn’t sure if it was her because her hair had changed. But it was her.

I don’t think I’ll give a review of the musical because I can’t be bothered, but I thought – and this was agreed upon – that this was the best one in the 4 years I have been here (and I went to every single one of them). The costumes, especially Cogsworth’s, was SO COOL! And Mrs Potts ACTUALLY had steam coming out of the spout of one “hand”. Or the hand of one “spout” whatever.

So, if you have the time, there is one last show tonight at 7:30 at MHS in South Yarra. Tickets aren’t that expensive and it’s totally worth it. No idea if it’s sold out.

Afterwards, we said bye to Ryan and (OH YEAH I saw Khanie during intermission and talked for a bit) Fel’s dad drove us home. I slept at 12:30 in time to be woken up at 6:00 by my dad forgetting to turn off his alarm (he was on conference so of course he wasn’t there to shut it).

“Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme…Beauty and the Beast.”

Alex.

A-ding-a-ding…

Last night was the 2008 MacRobertson Girls’ Speech Night.

For the whole day I had been out, because in the morning we had rehearsals. Then in the evening was the actual Speech Night.

The morning rehearsals were a drag even though we got to socialise a bit, despite the teachers’ many attempts at making us quiet. We made fun of the Endearing Brute – well I did, everyone else laughed – and I played DS for a while. April and Carmaine sat with me most of the time, Carmaine reading any magazine she could lay her hands on, and April being a general NUISANCE with texting EVIL TEXTS! Bianca texted me halfway through, with “I love you *mwah*” I replied “I love you more [rapes]”. And that, my dear reader, is how much I “love” her”. (Do NOT call the cops this is a joke. I don’t know, some people tend to take it seriously.)

Carmaine was reading a bit about “sexual encounters” and she showed April and I this rather disturbing little ditty which, to be vague, included cops, a ton of embarrassment, and some nasty anal thrusting, if you catch my obvious drift.

After rehearsals we went to State Library where Fel and Bee had to buy some books. Some of us went to Don Don’s to buy lunch, then Stoner and I went to Asian grocery to buy drinks. We ate on the steps of the library, and afterwards Bee, Shaz, Carmaine and a few other people who I can’t recall correctly went to go shopping, leaving Stoner and I going to Dani’s place carrying Carmaine’s large bag – and it was abnormally shaped, and hard to feel comfortable carrying. We found Son-, Vania, Dani and April – and Vania’s kickass sunnies – and Dani, April, Stone and I went to Dani’s place. We played with kittens, kicked out Eater who is getting big and annoying, and Lysh- had to be babysat – Dani’s baby sister, she is 2 and a bit. The tiny tot found extreme entertainment in counting to five and making me headbang. When my neck got sore we counted to five and pounded Dani’s butt. Bahaha to you, Dani. One kitten napped in my lap. Lazy cat, stretched out however he wanted and didn’t care about if I needed to get up. Cute-as, though.

Carmaine and D.P. arrived, April left, and at around 5 or later we went down to Pizza Hut. Stone left – and left her jacket at Dani’s place, so if you read this Stoner Dani has your jacket – and we took the pizza back upstairs to the apartment. D.P., Dani and Andrew brought drinks and a roast chicken. We fed, or rather D.P. fed, Lysh- small bits of meat and bread, and Eater ran around wanting food. One of the kittens, who Andrew named Tiger, decided to be cute and jumped and attached himself to my leg, then using all of his tiny claws he clambered up my – thank God, jeaned – leg and settled in my lap, staring up at me until I fed him. Well I didn’t, so suck. I wanted to take him home though. Have you ever had a tiny kitten stare up at you? You’d want to take him home too.

After dinner I changed into my winter uniform, only to have Carmaine not want to go. I changed back into casual and we played Big 2 with Little Cards. Then, for the next 3 hours, we just sat around messing up Dani’s apartment. 3 guys came, 2 of whom are from Melb. High and the other guy from Scotch. Scotch-boy was called Mike but after Andrew mentioned he looked like Sylar (from Heroes) with spiky hair I just called him Sylar, and made many jokes about him killing people. The other two guys are Dom and Jack, and Dom break dances and Jack is smart.

When Speech Night was about to end, Carmaine and D.P. changed into Winter. I didn’t. We took the tram down with the three guys, and then a bus because the tram wasn’t running. Carmaine and I were at Southern Cross (Spencer St, according to her) waiting for an 11 o’clock train when Carmaine’s mom called to take us home.

And here was the crazy stupid part of the night.

I decided to walk down Collins to Swanston, and thus to Fed Square, but I took her the wrong way.  Before we realized our mistake I made us get on a tram which, before I could react, took us to Docklands. Thanks to Carmaine, we found our way back to Bourke/Swanston, and we walked back to Fed Sq., having gone a huge circle and wasted half an hour. Carmaine’s mom’s friend drove us home, and by the time I hit the hay it was 1 am. (My excuse was I have shit sense of direction which Carmaine knows now, and that she should’ve led since she did Geography.)

And that, is that.

De Fluffe, Out.

P.S. If anyone has a program from Speech Night that you don’t want can I have it?