Saturday 26 July 2008 | 9:59 pm
The Aural Abush of '08
It's been an unbeliveable week. Firstly, the Talent Quest kicked off at Box Hill High School. Then today at work, we had the Stocklands Pines One Day Sale. It was crazily busy and if I see or hear another spruiker I will personally shove my well shod foot up their ass. The same for the next person that calls me "santa's whore" (don't ask). There were some musicians hired to liven the atmosphere. They did this whole funky reggae-ish take on classics (I Go To Rio anyone?) but then it started to grate on my nerves. God. All Night Long?? I get enough of that from Kymbat :P
Love,
Melissa 'Bleeding Ears' Ng
Love,
Melissa 'Bleeding Ears' Ng
Wednesday 23 July 2008 | 9:38 pm
Sometimes you forget what it feels like
Friday 4 July 2008 | 8:50 pm
A day in the life of...
Worked today. Alvin was there and we chatted a lot. I think Jenny and Steven were a little annoyed. Goat guy was working in the sandwich bar opposite. Aggie liiiikes him but he looks like Mr Tumnus off Narnia. The name is what you would call cruelly apt. I mean, James McAvoy is actually really hot, when he hasn't got a goatee and horse legs. There is a reason they call it a goatee, and goatees are definately better looking on the goat. Anyway, we don't know Goat guy's real name so we're just going to keep calling him that until one of us can actually go ask him what it is.
In the shopping centre they were giving out free goldfish and goldfish bowl for every $60 spent. I guess it was a desperate ploy to win back customers? Alvinw as tempted to make a fake receipt and collect his fishy but I'm guessing in his hands it would have been dead within a day. Oh well. Fish are edible.
After work I dragged Alvin with me to Westfield to get lunch at like 4pm. I stuffed myself on overpriced lasagne. How weird is it when you're the only one eating and the other person just sits there watching. Weird. Then Alvin and I went shopping except we didn't buy anything because we were both too busy perving on all the hot guys. See, Alvin would pretend he was into soccer or whatever so we could go into the sport shops and drool. The only problem was that Alvin was wearing school uniform (???) and I was in my work clothes which kind of smell bad. Plus, Alvin would stage whisper "omg he's hot" as soon as we'd passed a hot guy, so I'm pretty sure they would've heard. Hehehe, oh well, never going to see these people again.
I think I'm really going to like Westfield once the whole thing is open in October. EEE can't wait.
Love,
Mel
In the shopping centre they were giving out free goldfish and goldfish bowl for every $60 spent. I guess it was a desperate ploy to win back customers? Alvinw as tempted to make a fake receipt and collect his fishy but I'm guessing in his hands it would have been dead within a day. Oh well. Fish are edible.
After work I dragged Alvin with me to Westfield to get lunch at like 4pm. I stuffed myself on overpriced lasagne. How weird is it when you're the only one eating and the other person just sits there watching. Weird. Then Alvin and I went shopping except we didn't buy anything because we were both too busy perving on all the hot guys. See, Alvin would pretend he was into soccer or whatever so we could go into the sport shops and drool. The only problem was that Alvin was wearing school uniform (???) and I was in my work clothes which kind of smell bad. Plus, Alvin would stage whisper "omg he's hot" as soon as we'd passed a hot guy, so I'm pretty sure they would've heard. Hehehe, oh well, never going to see these people again.
I think I'm really going to like Westfield once the whole thing is open in October. EEE can't wait.
Love,
Mel
Tuesday 1 July 2008 | 9:35 pm
The [mis]Adventures of Mel
Mishy's 'party' was Saturday night. You won't believe what we did! It was crazy, I got completely smashed and ended up sleeping upside down on a slide. Very uncomfortable I tell you.
Hmf.
Not really. The La Porchetta plans were canceled, which sucked because I painted my nails and even bought new [amazing but un-walk-in-able] shoes. The new plans involved parks and because it was an eighteenth, I assumed there'd be alcohol too. Nothing against alcohol but I'm pretty sure public drunkeness is illegal. Anyway, we didn't even make it to the real park! Seriously. Chan, Ying and I befriended this guy called Chris who looked about sixteen but was in fact eighteen and in his second year of uni. We ditched after we found out that we were Michelle-less in a [dark/tiny/scary/did I say dark] park halfway to the real park. That makes no sense. Oh well. I may have said something about hideous bloodsucking vampires or axe murderers waiting in the trees but that in NO WAY indicates I am afraid of the dark. No, not at all. I'm tough, I'm mean [and I have totally demolished my scary facade]
Chris left us to follow Sin-ki and her crew to the real park whilst Chan, Ying and I wandered around Glen Waverley trying to decide what to have for dinner. We decided on pancake parlour and shared overpriced Raspberry and Rhubarb dessert. MMMMM it was GOOOD. Which reminds me, I owe them like 9 bucks. We had a look at the night market in Century City Walk and I was sorely tempted to buy multitudes of things. Thankfully I'd left my wallet at hom e [stupid stupid STUPID]. Needless to say I was at home in bed by about 11.00. Yes sad I know. But not as sad as that guy eating pancakes by himself. HAH
Oops I totally forgot to add that I have cleaned my room. I have FLOORSPACE! Trust me when I say floorspace is a commodity around here. I can switch off the light and walk from table to bed to door and back again without stepping on something! Granted I did nearly impale my foot on my eyelash curler barely an hour ago but that's what you get when you try to moonwalk on carpet. Ok my room is still a bit of a tip, but its less of a tip than before friday? Brownie points for trying. Mmm...brownies.
Anyway, what were you doing on Monday? Guess what IIIIIII was doing! Hauling boxes and doing MANUAL LABOUR I tells ya! ME! My mum was like, "I should have brought my camera to take a photo of you doing work" and I said, "What! Like you've never seen me do work before!" See that's how exhausted I was, the best I could come up with was "like you've never seen me do work before". Ugh. Well at least I got paid. For 4.5 hrs [backbreaking] work I will probably get paid more than I do for 8 hrs at Michel's Patisserie. On the flip side, I have unfortunately been cured of my shoe fetish forever. Picture this, a claustrophobic room filled wall to wall with shelves upon shelves of shoeboxes stacked up to the ceilings. My job for the day was to take down the shoes on one wall and pack them into boxes according to style, colour and width for removal. My hands turned black from the cardboard boxes. The good news was that the red colour of my nails matched the sticky tape gun? Ooh, by the way, I know how to use a sticky tape gun and I went through about three rolls of tape :) not bad huh?
Hrm. I have nothing further to add. Except that I have a not so secret crush on my mobile phone which Tara has aptly named 'Nate'. That's all.
Love,
Mel xoxo
Pee.ess - Because I have nothing better to do...here are the photos I took with the templates on aforementioned crushed-on phone. Eh? Eh?
Hmf.
Not really. The La Porchetta plans were canceled, which sucked because I painted my nails and even bought new [amazing but un-walk-in-able] shoes. The new plans involved parks and because it was an eighteenth, I assumed there'd be alcohol too. Nothing against alcohol but I'm pretty sure public drunkeness is illegal. Anyway, we didn't even make it to the real park! Seriously. Chan, Ying and I befriended this guy called Chris who looked about sixteen but was in fact eighteen and in his second year of uni. We ditched after we found out that we were Michelle-less in a [dark/tiny/scary/did I say dark] park halfway to the real park. That makes no sense. Oh well. I may have said something about hideous bloodsucking vampires or axe murderers waiting in the trees but that in NO WAY indicates I am afraid of the dark. No, not at all. I'm tough, I'm mean [and I have totally demolished my scary facade]
Chris left us to follow Sin-ki and her crew to the real park whilst Chan, Ying and I wandered around Glen Waverley trying to decide what to have for dinner. We decided on pancake parlour and shared overpriced Raspberry and Rhubarb dessert. MMMMM it was GOOOD. Which reminds me, I owe them like 9 bucks. We had a look at the night market in Century City Walk and I was sorely tempted to buy multitudes of things. Thankfully I'd left my wallet at hom e [stupid stupid STUPID]. Needless to say I was at home in bed by about 11.00. Yes sad I know. But not as sad as that guy eating pancakes by himself. HAH
Oops I totally forgot to add that I have cleaned my room. I have FLOORSPACE! Trust me when I say floorspace is a commodity around here. I can switch off the light and walk from table to bed to door and back again without stepping on something! Granted I did nearly impale my foot on my eyelash curler barely an hour ago but that's what you get when you try to moonwalk on carpet. Ok my room is still a bit of a tip, but its less of a tip than before friday? Brownie points for trying. Mmm...brownies.
Anyway, what were you doing on Monday? Guess what IIIIIII was doing! Hauling boxes and doing MANUAL LABOUR I tells ya! ME! My mum was like, "I should have brought my camera to take a photo of you doing work" and I said, "What! Like you've never seen me do work before!" See that's how exhausted I was, the best I could come up with was "like you've never seen me do work before". Ugh. Well at least I got paid. For 4.5 hrs [backbreaking] work I will probably get paid more than I do for 8 hrs at Michel's Patisserie. On the flip side, I have unfortunately been cured of my shoe fetish forever. Picture this, a claustrophobic room filled wall to wall with shelves upon shelves of shoeboxes stacked up to the ceilings. My job for the day was to take down the shoes on one wall and pack them into boxes according to style, colour and width for removal. My hands turned black from the cardboard boxes. The good news was that the red colour of my nails matched the sticky tape gun? Ooh, by the way, I know how to use a sticky tape gun and I went through about three rolls of tape :) not bad huh?
Hrm. I have nothing further to add. Except that I have a not so secret crush on my mobile phone which Tara has aptly named 'Nate'. That's all.
Love,
Mel xoxo
Pee.ess - Because I have nothing better to do...here are the photos I took with the templates on aforementioned crushed-on phone. Eh? Eh?
