There's a new girl at work. Well, there's a lot of new girls/people at work but this one is working as POS. I've seen her here and there but only had a proper conversation with her today. The following took place:
Kristy (PS: her name is Kristy): Hey, you went to (insert name of school I went to), didn't you?
Me: Uh, yeah. Wait, how did you know that?!
Kristy: I went there too. You're like super smart (not to toot my own horn, she really did say this... or did she?)!
Me: Oh, wow. This is weird. Have you graduated?
Kristy: Yeah, 2011. You're doing med, right?
Me: Um, yeah.
She proceeds to ask me a billion questions about the interview and what med is like as she wants to move into med after she graduates with her Bachelor of Science. I regale her with my many fantastic tales of what it is like to spend study week pretending to be a mole.
Later, as I am causing her to convulse with laughter at my many and varied jokes, she says to me, "Oh shit, you're funny (baby, I know). What are you doing next Friday?"
Obviously, mein first thought was, "This girl probably wants me to go to her birthday party where I will be guest of honour and regale all her friends with my many and varied jokes." I play it cool because there is nothing more uncool than a really, really, really cool person who knows and behaves like they're cool (even though they really so obviously are).
"Not much," I say coolly.
"Oh, I meant what shifts are you working."
Aw, shit. So close.
J
About Me
- Junaberry
- I'm a student from Australia who used to have a lot of time on her hands but doesn't have that much anymore. Now she has other stuff on her hands.
Friday, January 10, 2014
Shine Bright
It's all true: http://www.buzzfeed.com/antwaunsargent/times-rihanna-was-the-most-fashionable-celebrity-in-2013
I also nearly started watching Beauty and The Beast (the 2012 series with Kristin Kreuk and some hot guy) but then thought better of it. I am more mature and sophisticated than that nonsense... she said as she continued to watch Revenge.
J
I also nearly started watching Beauty and The Beast (the 2012 series with Kristin Kreuk and some hot guy) but then thought better of it. I am more mature and sophisticated than that nonsense... she said as she continued to watch Revenge.
J
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Exemplary Conduct
Get home from work, absolutely famished. Mother has made wanton mee; can the night improve? I think not. Shower as quickly as I can as my stomach may not be able to handle another second of emptiness. Microwave noodles whilst preparing a hot mug of peppermint tea, so appropriate for this weather (on that note, 44C on Saturday? What the?).
Settle into my beloved computer chair, put on Bastille's supplementary All This Bad Blood album. Chopsticks in noodles, extra chilli sauce, peppermint tea and a night in front of me.
Proceed to overeat.
Exemplary conduct.
J
Settle into my beloved computer chair, put on Bastille's supplementary All This Bad Blood album. Chopsticks in noodles, extra chilli sauce, peppermint tea and a night in front of me.
Proceed to overeat.
Exemplary conduct.
J
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Of The Night
I struggle to come to terms with the direction my life is going. I wish things were simple and straightforward again. I wish there was an answer for me. There are so many questions I have... for myself. In 10 years, where will I be and what will I be doing?
Most importantly, will I be happy?
J
Most importantly, will I be happy?
J
Ontbijtkoek
This afternoon, at a certain Woolworths store in a certain shopping complex, I found one of my one true loves from my most recent (because I have been on so many) European adventure: http://ourlittlefamilyadventure.wordpress.com/2012/12/06/ontbijtkoek-dutch-breakfast-spice-cake/
There was a little Dutch section, right next to the tortillas and Old El Paso kits, in Woolworths. My day was made. Nay, my week was made. Many thanks to Little Mishelle for informing me of its presence.
For those who have not had the pleasure of sinking their teeth into the dense, dark mysteries of this breakfast treat (its existence simply reaffirming my belief that breakfast is the best meal of the day), get your ass to your closest Woolworths (assuming every Perth Woolworths has its own Dutch section).
And if you have had the great pleasure I have described above, I am sure your ass is already halfway to your closest Woolworths.
But back to those unacquainted. Ontbijtkoek is essentially a really dark gingerbread made of rye flour. It's not very sweet and really is more of a bread than a cake, traditionally eaten with butter. As a great lover of all things gingerbread, its density and spiciness is a revelation.
It's a good thing I found and bought said Dutch breakfast cake because my day would have otherwise been slightly miserable (although hacking into Little Mishelle's locks always gives me great joy. I also scored myself a $1.99 bag of mega mushrooms and a $1.99 mango). Specifically because I saw Zeter Febbs on the bus to Little Mishelle's house. I saw him before he saw me (assuming he saw me at all). There he was, jumping onboard, dressed in his shitty sports' team polo t-shirt and some sort of matching cap. I have no patience for these sports enthusiast antics.
What is wrong with me? How could I ever think we were even slightly compatible? A SPORTS' TEAM POLO T-SHIRT. AND MATCHING CAP.
Anyway, I purposefully stared outside my window, pretending to be absolutely captivated by the beautiful passing scenery... And he sat in the special section at the front, reserved for pregnant ladies and old people. Probably because he saw me and thought to himself, "Hale no, if I initiate contact she will probably start drooling all over my sports' team polo t-shirt and possibly my matching cap."
Smart move, Zeter. I was indeed resisting the urge to drool on/rip that sports' team polo t-shirt off you and run my hands all over your pasty white, concave chest. Smart move, indeed. He was always strategically oriented.
Maybe one day I will move past all of this. To be honest, I'm probably 80% there. I laugh about it pretty much any time it is brought up these days (which is rarely unless by me because I'm an attention seeking little whore). That being said, it is my reaction to laugh at anything even slightly uncomfortable. Case in point, the Pyramides metro station in Rome.
No further comment. Go about your business.
J
There was a little Dutch section, right next to the tortillas and Old El Paso kits, in Woolworths. My day was made. Nay, my week was made. Many thanks to Little Mishelle for informing me of its presence.
For those who have not had the pleasure of sinking their teeth into the dense, dark mysteries of this breakfast treat (its existence simply reaffirming my belief that breakfast is the best meal of the day), get your ass to your closest Woolworths (assuming every Perth Woolworths has its own Dutch section).
And if you have had the great pleasure I have described above, I am sure your ass is already halfway to your closest Woolworths.
But back to those unacquainted. Ontbijtkoek is essentially a really dark gingerbread made of rye flour. It's not very sweet and really is more of a bread than a cake, traditionally eaten with butter. As a great lover of all things gingerbread, its density and spiciness is a revelation.
It's a good thing I found and bought said Dutch breakfast cake because my day would have otherwise been slightly miserable (although hacking into Little Mishelle's locks always gives me great joy. I also scored myself a $1.99 bag of mega mushrooms and a $1.99 mango). Specifically because I saw Zeter Febbs on the bus to Little Mishelle's house. I saw him before he saw me (assuming he saw me at all). There he was, jumping onboard, dressed in his shitty sports' team polo t-shirt and some sort of matching cap. I have no patience for these sports enthusiast antics.
What is wrong with me? How could I ever think we were even slightly compatible? A SPORTS' TEAM POLO T-SHIRT. AND MATCHING CAP.
Anyway, I purposefully stared outside my window, pretending to be absolutely captivated by the beautiful passing scenery... And he sat in the special section at the front, reserved for pregnant ladies and old people. Probably because he saw me and thought to himself, "Hale no, if I initiate contact she will probably start drooling all over my sports' team polo t-shirt and possibly my matching cap."
Smart move, Zeter. I was indeed resisting the urge to drool on/rip that sports' team polo t-shirt off you and run my hands all over your pasty white, concave chest. Smart move, indeed. He was always strategically oriented.
Maybe one day I will move past all of this. To be honest, I'm probably 80% there. I laugh about it pretty much any time it is brought up these days (which is rarely unless by me because I'm an attention seeking little whore). That being said, it is my reaction to laugh at anything even slightly uncomfortable. Case in point, the Pyramides metro station in Rome.
No further comment. Go about your business.
J
Get Me The Fluff Out of This Nutter
I love this so hard: http://vimeo.com/channels/mmas/videos
All of these videos are brilliant. How am I so invested and delighted by videos about sandwiches of all things in the world? I'm just sitting here, smiling and chortling as I watch some guy make a falafelnutter sandwich (just as it sounds). But really, have I found my calling? Could I write about food for a living?
This place is my jam: http://www.seriouseats.com/ I used to just browse/skim through their articles, not really reading but just looking at the pictures. Now, I am captivated by everything on that site (except the ones on wine and cocktails... Non).
Is it a passing fancy? Maybe I can start my own 'zine (channeling Mia Thermopolis/Lily Moscovitz right now) and just write shit about anything I want. Food, people, food, politics (unlikely), dogs (likely), food, sandwiches, desserts, travelling (food).
You're not supposed to enjoy work. That's kind of the idea I've been raised on. Work is work. You go into the office everyday, bring your shitty packed lunch, struggle through the drudgery of whatever slop has been tossed your way, daydream about the weekend, spend the weekend dreading Monday, spend the lunch hour dreading going back to work. How's that for horrendous? Depressing? Yes. I do not want to go to there.
J
All of these videos are brilliant. How am I so invested and delighted by videos about sandwiches of all things in the world? I'm just sitting here, smiling and chortling as I watch some guy make a falafelnutter sandwich (just as it sounds). But really, have I found my calling? Could I write about food for a living?
This place is my jam: http://www.seriouseats.com/ I used to just browse/skim through their articles, not really reading but just looking at the pictures. Now, I am captivated by everything on that site (except the ones on wine and cocktails... Non).
Is it a passing fancy? Maybe I can start my own 'zine (channeling Mia Thermopolis/Lily Moscovitz right now) and just write shit about anything I want. Food, people, food, politics (unlikely), dogs (likely), food, sandwiches, desserts, travelling (food).
You're not supposed to enjoy work. That's kind of the idea I've been raised on. Work is work. You go into the office everyday, bring your shitty packed lunch, struggle through the drudgery of whatever slop has been tossed your way, daydream about the weekend, spend the weekend dreading Monday, spend the lunch hour dreading going back to work. How's that for horrendous? Depressing? Yes. I do not want to go to there.
J
Monday, January 6, 2014
Rhythm of the Night
I have taken to actually clicking on the links of the restaurants reviewed in the many, many food blogs I read. These are largely US based and, as a result, I have been perusing many US based restaurant menus. The thing I've noticed is this; it's a hell of a lot cheaper than Australia.
I don't eat in fancy restaurants at home very often but I read reviews! And I can tell you that entrees run up in the $35-40 range, desserts can extend towards the $20 mark and you will rarely find a salad for < $10.
I am constantly amazed by how reasonable the prices are in American menus. Sure, the exchange rate and all but still. Look at this: http://homeroom510.com/menu/
I want to go to there. If I ever get to the US, I'm going to eat my weight in delicious food.
J
I don't eat in fancy restaurants at home very often but I read reviews! And I can tell you that entrees run up in the $35-40 range, desserts can extend towards the $20 mark and you will rarely find a salad for < $10.
I am constantly amazed by how reasonable the prices are in American menus. Sure, the exchange rate and all but still. Look at this: http://homeroom510.com/menu/
I want to go to there. If I ever get to the US, I'm going to eat my weight in delicious food.
J
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Three Goals
I bought my very first pair of trousers this morning.
From K-Mart. You know what that means. They were $15. It also means they fit in the waist but are way, way too tight in the calves (damn my "voluptuous" legs). It also means they are about an inch too short. All of these deterrents crossed my mind as I was considering these (otherwise lovely) trousers.
But other things also crossed my mind. Like my goal to Become The Woman I Want To Be (more on this later). Similar to this, my goal to Own Many Great Pairs Of Trousers. And also, to Dress More Like My Very Fantastic And Eclectic Cousin.
I shall address each goal now.
1. Become The Woman I Want To Be.
This is tied in closely to my other two goals. I want to dress myself with more pride and rely less on sloppy t-shirts and denim bottoms. I want to stop buying so many goddamn $5 tube skirts. Big Michelle likes to ask me why I read so many fashion blogs (and hence, the implication is, "but don't dress that great yourself." I accept this wholeheartedly as I know I don't). This is a very good question.
I know a lot of useless information about trends, designer brands, styles, big name bloggers, big name fashionistas and all the rest of that bullshit. But can I dress myself? No. Sure, I'm limited by my cheapness and the resulting dedication to stores like K-Mart, Virgingirl, Temtation and other such cheapo clothing sources. But even with this dedication to being the Stingiest Bitch North of the CBD, I believe that one can still dress with pride and good presentation.
But dressing well is not all it takes to Become The Woman I Want To Be. To be honest, this goal is more about Building Confidence, the Ability to Speak to Others With Verbal Prowess and Walking With My Head Up and Tits/Chest Out. Whilst these are physical manifestations, really it's all about feeling better about myself, "finding myself" and coming one step closer to being the adult I always envisaged myself being in my pre-menarche years.
I always imagined myself in Some Really Good Trousers walking with purpose through some city streets. I have a really important business meeting to attend to and nothing will stand in my way. I am determined, I am strong, I am confident. People fall around me like wilting spinach, so amazed by my natural charm, grace and wit. Girls think to themselves, "That Is The Woman I Want To Be."
Soon, friends. Soon.
2. Own Many Great Pairs Of Trousers.
I like pants. I don't like skirts or dresses very much (unless they're tube skirts and I'm in the mood to skank it up). I am enjoying this new trend towards Great Trousers. Peg legs, cappuchinos, slim cut beauties. Everywhere, anywhere except on me.
A Great Pair of Trousers can take you from the hospital (clinical wear) to a hot date at some banging bar (puh-lease) to a sultry dinner at some fancy, dimly lit restaurant (and what comes after. I hope it's a snap closure). A Great Pair of Trousers says to the world, "I'm confident enough in my own womanhood to wear this slightly masculine pair of trousers without a care in the world. I'm intelligent as hell but my ass is also fantastic which this Great Pair of Trousers clearly demonstrates. But don't look (no no) because my ass is not for you. It's for me (and my Great Pair of Trousers to snuggle up against)."
Great Pairs of Trousers just say so much. And what are they? Simple scraps of fabric bound together with some flimsy thread. So simple yet so effective.
3. Dress More Like My Very Fantastic And Eclectic Cousin.
I have discussed this cousin with Big Michelle and Little Mishelle before. No, this is not my cousin, The Crazy Bitch. This is a different cousin, more distantly related (and therefore harder to emulate? Damnit). She recently graduated from UWA with a Bachelor of Music. She is a stunning violinist. She is very EcLeCtIc.
She is slightly built and has always been kind of shy. But then not really shy at all. Conversations with her are filled with laughs and chortles. She asks interesting, ridiculous questions. She (like me) likes to let awkward silences settle... and then provoke them (one of my favourite pastimes).
She has always been the less aesthetically invested of her three sisters, choosing to dress in knee length shorts and t-shirts. But the last time I saw her, she had transformed. She had blossomed into something magnificent. Her face was the same but her hair was really, really long, dyed a medium brown and permed into these fabulous bohemian waves. She was dressed in a really Great Pair of Trousers (thus beginning my fascination with really Great Pairs of Trousers) and a sophisticated top of some description (I was too focused on the trousers).
She was the same girl as before, behaving and speaking in the same way. But there was something different; a lightness and quickness to her step, a new gracefulness to her movement, a heightened cheekiness in her grin.
To summarise, she had Become The Woman I Want To Be.
I think I'm in love with her. This would be totally appropriate as she is amazing except that she is my cousin (but only through marriage!).
A couple of years ago, she was very dedicated to the idea of getting dreadlocks. I shit you not. Perhaps this is not so shocking to the rest of you but bear in mind that she is Asian, belongs to a devoutly Christian family and is Asian (PS: she is Asian). She studied music at university, for God's sake. To me, this is amazing. She loves music and the violin therefore studied it in university.
STUDYING SOMETHING YOU LOVE IN UNIVERSITY? UNHEARD OF.
Especially when it's music (if an Asian kid loved commerce or biology, I'm sure their parents would be all for them following their dreams).
Now that I have discussed (ad nauseum) three of the important goals on my radar, I must go find a way to slim my calves. They really are the bane of my trouser buying existence. Things that fit in the waist and thighs never fit my gargantuan calves. Should I buy a buggy and stop walking altogether? Tempting.
For my final comment, I bought blueberry coloured hair dye at Chemist Warehouse this morning. It says it lasts for eight washes. I will probably do it this afternoon. Wish me luck (also, I hope I don't stain anything. If you don't hear back from me, it's likely I did stain something and mother has since disposed of my corpse).
Cheerio.
J
From K-Mart. You know what that means. They were $15. It also means they fit in the waist but are way, way too tight in the calves (damn my "voluptuous" legs). It also means they are about an inch too short. All of these deterrents crossed my mind as I was considering these (otherwise lovely) trousers.
But other things also crossed my mind. Like my goal to Become The Woman I Want To Be (more on this later). Similar to this, my goal to Own Many Great Pairs Of Trousers. And also, to Dress More Like My Very Fantastic And Eclectic Cousin.
I shall address each goal now.
1. Become The Woman I Want To Be.
This is tied in closely to my other two goals. I want to dress myself with more pride and rely less on sloppy t-shirts and denim bottoms. I want to stop buying so many goddamn $5 tube skirts. Big Michelle likes to ask me why I read so many fashion blogs (and hence, the implication is, "but don't dress that great yourself." I accept this wholeheartedly as I know I don't). This is a very good question.
I know a lot of useless information about trends, designer brands, styles, big name bloggers, big name fashionistas and all the rest of that bullshit. But can I dress myself? No. Sure, I'm limited by my cheapness and the resulting dedication to stores like K-Mart, Virgingirl, Temtation and other such cheapo clothing sources. But even with this dedication to being the Stingiest Bitch North of the CBD, I believe that one can still dress with pride and good presentation.
But dressing well is not all it takes to Become The Woman I Want To Be. To be honest, this goal is more about Building Confidence, the Ability to Speak to Others With Verbal Prowess and Walking With My Head Up and Tits/Chest Out. Whilst these are physical manifestations, really it's all about feeling better about myself, "finding myself" and coming one step closer to being the adult I always envisaged myself being in my pre-menarche years.
I always imagined myself in Some Really Good Trousers walking with purpose through some city streets. I have a really important business meeting to attend to and nothing will stand in my way. I am determined, I am strong, I am confident. People fall around me like wilting spinach, so amazed by my natural charm, grace and wit. Girls think to themselves, "That Is The Woman I Want To Be."
Soon, friends. Soon.
2. Own Many Great Pairs Of Trousers.
I like pants. I don't like skirts or dresses very much (unless they're tube skirts and I'm in the mood to skank it up). I am enjoying this new trend towards Great Trousers. Peg legs, cappuchinos, slim cut beauties. Everywhere, anywhere except on me.
A Great Pair of Trousers can take you from the hospital (clinical wear) to a hot date at some banging bar (puh-lease) to a sultry dinner at some fancy, dimly lit restaurant (and what comes after. I hope it's a snap closure). A Great Pair of Trousers says to the world, "I'm confident enough in my own womanhood to wear this slightly masculine pair of trousers without a care in the world. I'm intelligent as hell but my ass is also fantastic which this Great Pair of Trousers clearly demonstrates. But don't look (no no) because my ass is not for you. It's for me (and my Great Pair of Trousers to snuggle up against)."
Great Pairs of Trousers just say so much. And what are they? Simple scraps of fabric bound together with some flimsy thread. So simple yet so effective.
3. Dress More Like My Very Fantastic And Eclectic Cousin.
I have discussed this cousin with Big Michelle and Little Mishelle before. No, this is not my cousin, The Crazy Bitch. This is a different cousin, more distantly related (and therefore harder to emulate? Damnit). She recently graduated from UWA with a Bachelor of Music. She is a stunning violinist. She is very EcLeCtIc.
She is slightly built and has always been kind of shy. But then not really shy at all. Conversations with her are filled with laughs and chortles. She asks interesting, ridiculous questions. She (like me) likes to let awkward silences settle... and then provoke them (one of my favourite pastimes).
She has always been the less aesthetically invested of her three sisters, choosing to dress in knee length shorts and t-shirts. But the last time I saw her, she had transformed. She had blossomed into something magnificent. Her face was the same but her hair was really, really long, dyed a medium brown and permed into these fabulous bohemian waves. She was dressed in a really Great Pair of Trousers (thus beginning my fascination with really Great Pairs of Trousers) and a sophisticated top of some description (I was too focused on the trousers).
She was the same girl as before, behaving and speaking in the same way. But there was something different; a lightness and quickness to her step, a new gracefulness to her movement, a heightened cheekiness in her grin.
To summarise, she had Become The Woman I Want To Be.
I think I'm in love with her. This would be totally appropriate as she is amazing except that she is my cousin (but only through marriage!).
A couple of years ago, she was very dedicated to the idea of getting dreadlocks. I shit you not. Perhaps this is not so shocking to the rest of you but bear in mind that she is Asian, belongs to a devoutly Christian family and is Asian (PS: she is Asian). She studied music at university, for God's sake. To me, this is amazing. She loves music and the violin therefore studied it in university.
STUDYING SOMETHING YOU LOVE IN UNIVERSITY? UNHEARD OF.
Especially when it's music (if an Asian kid loved commerce or biology, I'm sure their parents would be all for them following their dreams).
Now that I have discussed (ad nauseum) three of the important goals on my radar, I must go find a way to slim my calves. They really are the bane of my trouser buying existence. Things that fit in the waist and thighs never fit my gargantuan calves. Should I buy a buggy and stop walking altogether? Tempting.
For my final comment, I bought blueberry coloured hair dye at Chemist Warehouse this morning. It says it lasts for eight washes. I will probably do it this afternoon. Wish me luck (also, I hope I don't stain anything. If you don't hear back from me, it's likely I did stain something and mother has since disposed of my corpse).
Cheerio.
J
Saturday, January 4, 2014
Sexy Dexy
My new favourite guy at work is the gay guy who has replaced R at print & copy. FUCKING FANTASTIC. There's a hole in my heart/life and, whilst Angelo is fantastic, lovely and friendly, it can only be filled by a certain someone. Or at least someone who is straight. Much like the hole under my pants.
I am watching Something Borrowed, recommended by Wynn last year. This is my second time watching it because I just finished reading the book. 'Tis good. Get into it, my friends.
J
I am watching Something Borrowed, recommended by Wynn last year. This is my second time watching it because I just finished reading the book. 'Tis good. Get into it, my friends.
J
I Couldn't Resist
I just ate a mantou-speculoos sandwich thereby combining two of my favourite things in the world. I had not intended on consuming a treat on this day. However, all this went to shit when I got home from work and found a plate of deep fried mantou sitting on the kitchen counter.
If there is one thing I love in this world and will always love with a burning passion, it is mantou. Speculoos, when eaten in a high enough concentration and therefore with greater impact of flavour, is becoming an increasing favourite after an initially poor first impression.
J
If there is one thing I love in this world and will always love with a burning passion, it is mantou. Speculoos, when eaten in a high enough concentration and therefore with greater impact of flavour, is becoming an increasing favourite after an initially poor first impression.
J
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