I think I've been clubbing too much lately coz I still have ringing in my ears after 1 week. Argh it's driving me crazy. The official medical term for it is Tinnitus. I feel as though the left side of my ear is stuffed with cotton and trapped inside is an off-line TV. Stop it! I feel like I Am Going Out Of My Mind! I hate it when it gets this loud. It is the only thing I can hear in my head and it's nothing but the no transmission "Tuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut".
I am gonna be sick.
Monday, March 29, 2004
Friday, March 26, 2004
Working with a slight hangover
I have to put this in. Did I ever mention that my boss is odious?! Arrgghhh! I hate her!
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Last night was a pretty interesting night, whereas the day was boring like hell. It needed shaking up anyway.
First of all, got to see Aqmal in his Japanese costume, wig and all when I tagged alone to his dress 'rehearsal' for a short film in which he is the lead actor. ^__^ It was pretty funny coz the costume was too big for him and plus the long highlighted wig, makes him almost 'pretty'. He reminded me of that music video by the Foo Fighters where they all dressed up as the characters on the plane. Aqmal, last night, reminded me of the 'girly' fan in pink. Aiks. *Gonna take cover for a while now* The short film's director is Idora something. I can't remember her last name. What was it? Anyway, she's very nice, as were all the people there last night.
By the time we left to go to Zouk, it was 11pm. Estella has been texting me the passed hour asking where I was - she was already in Zouk.
Getting to Zouk itself was easy and we were already near the place. But getting INTO Zouk itself was omigawd. We had to register to get in as it was an invitation only grand club opening. So we line up and waited. And waited, and waited. Then it was our turn. Goody. Then, "Opps sorry, we've run out of tags!" What the hell? Estella had left by that time. Sheesh.
Finally, somebody came with a few more measly tags. We managed to get some as we were already ahead in line. Then we had to line up to get into the Velvet Underground. There were that many people. But when we went in, there weren't that many people at all. I think most people had already left as it was a working day the next day. Same for me but I still wanted to see Zouk.
The deco was very interesting. The place is big, bigger than Atmosphere I think and it's funkier too. It looks like some sort of cave concept thing with 'unfinished' surfaces. With retro looking stuff hanging from the ceiling. And they were playing trance and house which made it worth it, the 3 free house pouring was worth it as well. =P
Anyway, enjoyed myself dancing. It was good music. Btw, Aqmal forgot how to Melbourne Shuffle! =P
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Last night was a pretty interesting night, whereas the day was boring like hell. It needed shaking up anyway.
First of all, got to see Aqmal in his Japanese costume, wig and all when I tagged alone to his dress 'rehearsal' for a short film in which he is the lead actor. ^__^ It was pretty funny coz the costume was too big for him and plus the long highlighted wig, makes him almost 'pretty'. He reminded me of that music video by the Foo Fighters where they all dressed up as the characters on the plane. Aqmal, last night, reminded me of the 'girly' fan in pink. Aiks. *Gonna take cover for a while now* The short film's director is Idora something. I can't remember her last name. What was it? Anyway, she's very nice, as were all the people there last night.
By the time we left to go to Zouk, it was 11pm. Estella has been texting me the passed hour asking where I was - she was already in Zouk.
Getting to Zouk itself was easy and we were already near the place. But getting INTO Zouk itself was omigawd. We had to register to get in as it was an invitation only grand club opening. So we line up and waited. And waited, and waited. Then it was our turn. Goody. Then, "Opps sorry, we've run out of tags!" What the hell? Estella had left by that time. Sheesh.
Finally, somebody came with a few more measly tags. We managed to get some as we were already ahead in line. Then we had to line up to get into the Velvet Underground. There were that many people. But when we went in, there weren't that many people at all. I think most people had already left as it was a working day the next day. Same for me but I still wanted to see Zouk.
The deco was very interesting. The place is big, bigger than Atmosphere I think and it's funkier too. It looks like some sort of cave concept thing with 'unfinished' surfaces. With retro looking stuff hanging from the ceiling. And they were playing trance and house which made it worth it, the 3 free house pouring was worth it as well. =P
Anyway, enjoyed myself dancing. It was good music. Btw, Aqmal forgot how to Melbourne Shuffle! =P
Monday, March 22, 2004
Already set for April 17th, Saturday
Yay, I'm confirmed as one of REAL's models for the catalogue shoot! I sent Kelly my photos last week and she never called back. I was concerned that maybe they took one look at my pictures and decided to can them. So I called Kelly today, and she put my fears to rest when she apologised for not calling me back last week. Phew. So she told me that the shoot has been pushed back to April 17th, Saturday. She said she showed my pictures to her boss and he said okay, she can use me. Not exactly the wow effect I was hoping for =p but it is good enough for me.
I'm so thrilled! Soooooo absolutely smashingly thrilled! *BIG GRIN*
I'm so thrilled! Soooooo absolutely smashingly thrilled! *BIG GRIN*
Saturday, March 20, 2004
Crackling with furious energy
I was feeling restless and just plain fed up with the world. You see, I got my appraisal today and yes so they want me to continue, and they are happy with me, BUT... I don't feel like blogging about it though I'm not happy with the end. Am I motivated to work better? Yes, but maybe not for this company. There are no rewards working here. None!
Called Estella up and we decided it's high time we went dancing again. Can't remember the last time I went clubbing with Estella - been ages. Brings back fond memories of Perth when we would dance till morning, go back and sleep till night. Those were interesting times.
We met Elise and her friends at Atmosphere and we got in for free coz birthday boy was one of Elise's friend. Got in a couple of vodka shots and we left to go to.... *wait for it* Nouvo! Yay. The club with the radio deejay. Whoopee-freakin'-do. The moment I walked in and ordered my vodka lime, I got hit on by a Nigerian, who wanted to give me his mobile number within 5 minutes of asking for my name. I didn't want to be all 'snubbish' so I gave him my name and shook his hand real business-like and then tried to get my drink asap from the snail-pace waiters. Persistent idiot tried to get my attention by grabbing my waist. Shook him off and told him my 'boyfriend' was waiting for me and waved in the general direction of a bunch of rowdy guys at the other end of the room. Idiot then asked for my number! I mean, D-U-H! Told him no, grabbed my drink and quickly walked towards my 'boyfriend'. Eeeesh... Even in that smoke-filled space, he had bad BO and that smell. As if. You think we are all that easy, you moron?! You want a 'sweet girl' you go to the beach club!
After that icky incident, I was not in the mood to be hit on again. Never liked Nouvo and I stand by my conviction after last night. The guys in there are icky guys. They have hands like grabby-feely octopuses that are just dumb enough that they just might win the Darwin awards one day. I elbowed this guy who tried to pull me back against him and then he tried to push his hand somewhere indecent. I kicked him then.
- side note -
The console is still manned by that horrible radio deejay who plays weird songs and compound that fact by speaking on and off during each song. Your comments about certain songs, people and offers are not welcome. Shut the farden up and just press the Play button, will ya?!
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Among all these alligators, I stumbled upon a young pup who tried to dance with me earlier. He had some pretty good moves - some, and he was polite. I allowed him to come in closer and I ended up dancing with him the rest of the night. But the pup obviously had other things on his mind, things that I want no part in. Declined everything he offered, from the mild offer of a drink to one that is more blatant of meeting up tonight. Bah.
I was a very different Sharon yesterday night. I wore what I want. I went out feeling angry and Devil-may-care - I actually feel empowered in a way because of my crackling anger at something. I couldn't care less about the looks that I got or even what some might think of me when I danced alone or with a stranger.
I didn't go out looking for someone. I went out looking for myself. I still haven't found me. I'm afraid that I may never find me...
Called Estella up and we decided it's high time we went dancing again. Can't remember the last time I went clubbing with Estella - been ages. Brings back fond memories of Perth when we would dance till morning, go back and sleep till night. Those were interesting times.
We met Elise and her friends at Atmosphere and we got in for free coz birthday boy was one of Elise's friend. Got in a couple of vodka shots and we left to go to.... *wait for it* Nouvo! Yay. The club with the radio deejay. Whoopee-freakin'-do. The moment I walked in and ordered my vodka lime, I got hit on by a Nigerian, who wanted to give me his mobile number within 5 minutes of asking for my name. I didn't want to be all 'snubbish' so I gave him my name and shook his hand real business-like and then tried to get my drink asap from the snail-pace waiters. Persistent idiot tried to get my attention by grabbing my waist. Shook him off and told him my 'boyfriend' was waiting for me and waved in the general direction of a bunch of rowdy guys at the other end of the room. Idiot then asked for my number! I mean, D-U-H! Told him no, grabbed my drink and quickly walked towards my 'boyfriend'. Eeeesh... Even in that smoke-filled space, he had bad BO and that smell. As if. You think we are all that easy, you moron?! You want a 'sweet girl' you go to the beach club!
After that icky incident, I was not in the mood to be hit on again. Never liked Nouvo and I stand by my conviction after last night. The guys in there are icky guys. They have hands like grabby-feely octopuses that are just dumb enough that they just might win the Darwin awards one day. I elbowed this guy who tried to pull me back against him and then he tried to push his hand somewhere indecent. I kicked him then.
- side note -
The console is still manned by that horrible radio deejay who plays weird songs and compound that fact by speaking on and off during each song. Your comments about certain songs, people and offers are not welcome. Shut the farden up and just press the Play button, will ya?!
- end -
Among all these alligators, I stumbled upon a young pup who tried to dance with me earlier. He had some pretty good moves - some, and he was polite. I allowed him to come in closer and I ended up dancing with him the rest of the night. But the pup obviously had other things on his mind, things that I want no part in. Declined everything he offered, from the mild offer of a drink to one that is more blatant of meeting up tonight. Bah.
I was a very different Sharon yesterday night. I wore what I want. I went out feeling angry and Devil-may-care - I actually feel empowered in a way because of my crackling anger at something. I couldn't care less about the looks that I got or even what some might think of me when I danced alone or with a stranger.
I didn't go out looking for someone. I went out looking for myself. I still haven't found me. I'm afraid that I may never find me...
Thursday, March 18, 2004
...portends...
I had that horrible dream again and it played out exactly like the first time I had it a few months back. I can't help but wonder when you have reoccurring dreams, is it am omen of bad things to come or an omen of exactly what is to come? If that is the case then I'm in trouble. Or rather my life is just a candle waiting to be blown out.
It was/is a horrible feeling - the feeling of the bullet slamming into my gut, the black swirly pain and then I lurch awake. I had this dream last night and I'm still shaken today. It was exactlythe same.
Maybe I'm dreaming of this coz it is an innate fear that is driving my emotions to the brink like this. I won't call it phobia but rather it is like the fear of being discovered. Like I'm the rabbit hiding in a hole, and the farmer with the big shotgun is stomping around outside trying to pull me out.
It's stupid to fear something that I should not fear. But it is there. I wish I know how to banish this fear but I don't. It is something that will always be at the back of my mind, ticking, waiting just for the right moment.
It was/is a horrible feeling - the feeling of the bullet slamming into my gut, the black swirly pain and then I lurch awake. I had this dream last night and I'm still shaken today. It was exactlythe same.
Maybe I'm dreaming of this coz it is an innate fear that is driving my emotions to the brink like this. I won't call it phobia but rather it is like the fear of being discovered. Like I'm the rabbit hiding in a hole, and the farmer with the big shotgun is stomping around outside trying to pull me out.
It's stupid to fear something that I should not fear. But it is there. I wish I know how to banish this fear but I don't. It is something that will always be at the back of my mind, ticking, waiting just for the right moment.