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Christmas List '09

Thu, 17 Dec 2009 08:23:00 GMT

At the moment I'm waiting for my farm on Farmville to load (have to harvest them eggplants) and wondering where the cat went. He was on my desk a moment ago but he seems to have disappeared. Oh well.

How have you been, LJ friends? I'm back home in Cebu, have been now for a week. Jet lag isn't too bad, at least I'm not awake at the crack of dawn and asleep at half past six in the evening. It could be better, but that's what the holidays are for.

It's that time of year, where things are dear and people who give them to you are dearer. What do I want for Christmas?

1. For Glee to return a few months earlier. Please.
2. A hard drive.
3. Telepathy, so I can talk to my (new!) boyfriend*without a computer. For an IT student, he is quite disconnected from the rest of the cyber world. He barely uses his Facebook, as he is on his Xbox most of the time. He only uses his laptop for programming stuff too. Oh well.
4. Gift check to the makeup department of Smith and Caughey's. Must get my hands on MAC's Paint Pots.
5. A happy Christmas with all my mates.

How is everybody?

~doublesharp

*You must be curious! Jared and I met a few weeks ago and we decided to make it "official" a few days before we left. We're not Facebook official though because he's leaving for Dunedin in February so we're not very serious. I'll put up photos as soon as I go back to Auckland because we don't actually have photos together. Haha.

Something's A-Tingle

Sun, 18 Oct 2009 06:28:26 GMT

So as bornwilde has very truly pointed out, I don't blog as much anymore. But it's not for lack of interesting events; on the other side of the spoon so much has happened that the sheer volume has overwhelmed my blogging self. It's all written down somewhere though, and before I go home it will all be categorised into "Stories I Can Tell Everyone" and "Stories Only My Mates Should Hear". Everything else that has to be dragged out of me with copious amounts of alcohol and perhaps the promise of Hugh Jackman dancing in tight leather pants. Not saying that it will work though. I'm just saying that leverage is everything.

I got my learner's permit! I can now officially drive on the streets of NZ as long as I have a supervisor sitting beside me. I'm going to go for a quick drive down to Blockbuster to return a movie after dinner, am so excited for that. The process is a lot more difficult here than back home. I had to take the theory test first, which necessitated thorough study of the NZ rode code. These guys don't leave anything out; they include a couple of questions asking you what to do when there are animals on the road (don't beep your horn, just slow down and pass them by) and what to do if your bonnet flies up on the motorway (slow down and drive to the shoulder while looking out the window or the gap between the bonnet and engine). When the AA guy filled out my temporary license I felt like hugging him. I can legally drive here now! I've driven twice here, and it was funny flicking the indicator up and seeing the light blink on the left instead of the right. Turning's a bit of a bitch especially at an intersection because you have to remember that they drive on the OTHER side of the road.

School will be officially over in two weeks. I've got two assessments due this week, a video production and a performance in front of 300 people. As an alcoholic Tooth Fairy. Our group is doing Fairytale Rehab, where we each have a short monologue as a fairytale character with a problem. We have a Magic Mirror who hates his job, a kleptomaniac Robin Hood, a druggie Alice in Wonderland and Tinkerbell with self-esteem problems ("Nobody flippin' believes in me!"). It's going to be mint, we get to dress up too! Just in time for Halloween!

Right now I feel like something's going to happen. I've got a funny tingling in my stomach that something exciting is going to occur. The last time I felt like this I was packing my luggage to come over to Auckland. I don't know what's going to happen this week though, but I'm on a buzz that tells me that something cool is going to happen. Wonder what it is.

How are you guys? Email me what's been happening there.

Cannot cannot wait to see you all when I come home.

~doublesharp

And Now, A Bit of Poetry

Sun, 20 Sep 2009 07:46:19 GMT

Affair
M. Rivera

Warmth is objective I say.
Think of lying in on a Saturday morning
Cuddled against a body
When he kisses your neck
And strokes those cheating fingers down your back
Is it warmth you feel?
Or just the satisfaction that you're not alone in bed?

~doublesharp

Remember This?

Tue, 28 Jul 2009 07:10:18 GMT

I was transferring a couple of files onto my memory stick when I came across a text file. I opened it and realised that it was a Yahoo Messenger conference with the Fingals last year. Perfect for remembering with.

Here's an excerpt: (we were talking about a guy that Vera saw)

bentong_birai: i saw a guy the other night
bentong_birai: SHIT
megbloom77: CHIKA!
gs_vd: HAHA
gs_vd: WHAT!
gs_vd: BAD WORD!
miki_lavander: wat guy?
bentong_birai: the dude was freaking hot

bentong_birai: mkbugtog bra hot
baby.burger: =))
korkor89: wahahahahahahahahah
megbloom77: Makalaglag ug panty hot.
korkor89: =))
bentong_birai: gah kaau
bentong_birai: yeah
korkor89: =))
korkor89:
korkor89: oi
bentong_birai: that hot
gs_vd: NGANONG MABURN MAN ANG PANTIES?!?!
bentong_birai: greabeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
korkor89: grabe siya ka hot!!

baby.burger: Maka-basa ug panties hot? XDD
megbloom77: Ayay
gs_vd: Makabuslot ug cyclinG!
gs_vd: AHAHA
korkor89: WAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA
baby.burger: And then Kim?
bentong_birai: ok that's scary
bentong_birai: i dont know his name
bentong_birai: huhuhu
bentong_birai: he was a smoker too
korkor89: maka tang tang og earring...

gs_vd: SABA na
gs_vd: lol
korkor89: wahahahha
gs_vd: SCARY NA
bentong_birai: so i didnt dwellon him too much
baby.burger: Maka-straight ug buhok.
gs_vd: ahahah
bentong_birai: HAHAHAHA
bentong_birai: YES!
gs_vd: AHAHA!
bentong_birai: mkstraight sa akong buhok!
korkor89: maka kawat og itlog
megbloom77: Down there!
gs_vd: MAKASTRAIGHT UG BUHOK!
korkor89: wahaahahahahah
gs_vd: lol
bentong_birai: HAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHA
gs_vd: Unsa mana?
baby.burger: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
baby.burger: MEGGGGGG
bentong_birai: HOY KA AMAW

gs_vd: He's beauty is so rebonding!??1

I miss you guys so much! Please please please email me or send photos, 'cause December is too fucking far away.

Loving and missing you all,
doublesharp

First Day Back

Tue, 21 Jul 2009 08:06:35 GMT

Okay, so it's actually the second day. Yesterday was pretty uneventful, mostly lectures and lunch outside with the gang. The sun miraculously came out so we were all out in the quad shedding our jumpers off one by one. Only a couple of months to go before spring and we can be done with the winter.

Today was EPIC. We had our photo shoots for our Media Production class, so I got to play makeup artist for Sophie. Daniel was the most fussy about getting makeup put on, kept trying to squirm away when I brought the bronzer brush near his face. Had to lure him in with the mention of boobs to get him to sit still for the five minutes it took to contour his face.

You can't see the makeup in this shot because Sophie has the close-ups on her camera. He actually plays bass, but is mean at the guitar as well.

Cassi was pretty fun to do, we had to white out her eyebrows, lashes and eye area and I attached a false demi lash so she looked a bit like a wide-eyed clown who played the violin. She was pretty funny though, she kept making me laugh so I had to pause and laugh before I resumed putting on the white.

What do you think?

Winner of the Enthusiastic Subject Award goes to Nick. When I called him over, he sprang up from where he was seated with a cheerful, "Makeup time!" He sat down, and after tying his extremely curly hair back with a scarf I proceeded to make him up as a cross between Alice Cooper and Kiss.

I'm holding the false eyelash up.Nick is truly a trooper for putting up with it.

I don't have the close-ups with me but I'll post them once I get a hand on Sophie's memory stick. We were partners for this one, like we were in a masquerade ball. He nearly dropped me during the tilt shot, the fuck. But it was all good, we were both really good sports about the whole thing and I even got teased for being such a shrimp next to him. Not my fault, as we were not allowed heels on the green screen floor.

Sophie and I went shopping for the masks and stuff on Sunday. Can you see the new hair colour?

What a fantastic way to start off the new semester! I have to go in for reshoots on Thursday for me zipping and for Jaz' one, so that's going to be even better.

How are you guys?

~doublesharp

Fuckery!!!!!

Mon, 13 Jul 2009 06:20:12 GMT

My new term specifically for shite that happens and qualifies for fmylife.com.

There must be something wrong with me when I can't even get a commitment for a picnic down. I spent about three pointless hours at Mission Bay today waiting for people to show up and when I get on the bus to go home, someone texts to ask, "Hey r u still there? My bike broke down but its okay now." That would have been helpful THREE HOURS AGO when you first found out that your battery cable was shot instead of me waiting in the blistering sun on the beach for nothing! I had to lug a heavy picnic basket around the city today, did you think that was going to be fun?

I've got a bit of sunburn now, since I forgot to put on sunblock in a rush to get out of the house so I wouldn't be late.

I just feel really bad right now. I could have done other things today instead of watching all these couples walk on the beach, get shat on by a seagull and eat cold pasta.

~doublesharp

ps. Isn't that funny, I've compared watching couples walk on the beach to getting shat on and eating cold pasta. I am but resentful ay.

How Old Am I Again?

Thu, 25 Jun 2009 09:12:09 GMT

My mind is in two decades right now. One part of me is firmly lodged in the first decade of my life, where everything was free and available, and i had the luxury of security, knowing where my next meal was coming from and that all I had to do was go to school and be a kid.

The other part is stuck in a place I am a tad reluctant to explore. Right now I've got separate tabs open on TradeMe (New Zealand's version of Ebay - fantastic place, you can find everything for cheap!) all of them on places to stay. I'm looking for a flat to move into by the end of this year or early next year. Nic will be coming here next year and there really just isn't enough room for all of us. So as early as now, i'm looking for a place to stay. Sophie says I can live with her if she can find a place to stay in the city centre but I'm trying to look for a place of my own as well.

Another thing I'm looking for on TradeMe is a job. I need some way to finance my little vices here (books mainly, as well as the occasional drink-up with mates) and it would look great on my resume. I found a sales and marketing position with this company - it looks promising, keeping appendanges crossed for this one.

I guess I cannot afford to be carefree anymore, so I'm going to try and enjoy this time I have right now where I am still living with a family where there is someone to take care of me and a cat who will share my bed with me and leave loving scratches on my arms.

And to think that I was so excited to be an adult because it was cool. Right now being a kid seems like a pretty sweet deal.

~doublesharp

Pffffft!

Mon, 22 Jun 2009 23:06:02 GMT

At the moment I'm on semester break after having finished a week of exams, essay writing and studying. May I never have to go through the horror of remembering the names of five ethical theorists along with the theories that they supposedly authored while trying to apply them in an obscure case study that deals with frozen bull sperm. Heehee, got you there. It was still shit though. Writing my assignment essay was somewhat better; I just had to watch Juno four times in a row to get the narrative structure down. Suck on that, Sarah!

Anyway, this is me when I'm more relaxed. I just finished doing the dishes and cleaning my room, so I now have the luxury of doing whatever I want. I could go out later on into the city, or I could go for a runaround outside because it's not too cold. But right now, I managed to unearth Mary's copy of the first season of Flight of the Conchords. Everyone's been bugging me to watch this, saying that it would be a good introduction to Kiwi humour, so here I am guys. Watching Bret and Jemaine sing about lasagne.

"You can't break my heart, it's liquid. It melted when I met you." ~Jemaine from Flight of the Conchords.

Send me emails people!

~doublesharp

Cinderella Didn't Have Blueberry

Sun, 14 Jun 2009 09:28:21 GMT

Her Fairy Godmother would have been too busy playing stylista to go shopping anyway.

This Saturday, I'll be attending a dress-up birthday party. As most of you know, going shopping for an appropriate outfit has always been a thorn in the proverbial paw where I'm concerned. It just seems like every single fucking thing in the shops look the same; the cut, the colour, the beading 'round the ruched bodice...seriously people. I know we're all for being unique and ourselves, but as far as mainstream goes, we're all the same coloured fish swimming in the exact same direction. For those of us who are clinging to the rocks by the banks, there is only so much you can take before you throw yourself out of the water and die a flopping death. I am not going to be that fish, dammit!

So I've learned to simply settle for whatever dress fits, never being so bold as to demand that a certain style be in a particular size. Today was different though. I was at LynnMall looking for a dress, running the usual rounds of going into every single boutique that offered clothes that did not have buckles and studs around the hem. I even came across a few bondage-type dresses (v. tempting as they were 30% off and they might come in handy when I feel the urge to dress like a kinky Morticia Addams, but I digress). I was starting to get the run-down feeling again of having to pick something I didn't really feel good in because it was the only one in my size when I came across the store called Blueberry.

I walked in with Tita, and had a look around. Up on the wall was this one dress that caught my eye, and the owner said that she had only one left in a size 12. It was above my budget though, so I looked for something more in my price range. I did find something, a teal georgette piece with leather detail around the empire waist. It was cute and in budget, but I wasn't feeling it. Tita pushed me to try on the other dress, so I went for it. You can dream for free right?

When I turned around to check it out in the mirror, it was like looking at someone else. Like Cinderella after the Fairy Godmother bippity-boppity-booed her into her ball gown. Then my heart sank because I knew that it did look so much better but I couldn't buy it without feeling boatloads of guilt. Tita reasoned though that it would be a good dress to have on hand for when I had other semi-formal occasions to attend, kind of like an investment piece. The owner of the store nodded, and said she'd take ten dollars off the tag price. I was sold.

Here it is!

It reminds me a bit of Julia Roberts' dress when she won her Academy Award, except the colours are in reverse.

Detail of the beading

Will post photos of me in the dress soon.

~doublesharp

I Feel Like I Should Post

Tue, 09 Jun 2009 09:29:47 GMT

So I will bore you all with everything that's been happening!

First off, I'm turning into a real live egg. I gained about 4kg since I got here, eating like mad. Granted, it's only recently that I've been putting on weight like mad because it's winter but still! It's a sign that I have to consign myself to the inevitable gym membership as it is too cold to run around outside. Cassi's always there anyway, so I guess it won't be boring. Thank goodness AUT has a decent gym with cheap rates for its students, otherwise I would have to power walk around Albert Park to take off the jiggle that's formed around my ass.

I got my 18+ card last Saturday. Since I don't have another form of ID (at least one that I'm willing to lose; hence I don't bring my passport to a pub) I had to apply for it. I used it yesterday, when we went to Vesbar for Anthony's birthday drink up. I look like a hungover bum on my photo, red hair and all. The semi-smile on the photo is from when I was flipping AD off for making me laugh. You're not supposed to be smiling in your photo, but he wasn't making it easy.

Yes, I coloured my hair red. It's Smouldering Red by Schwarzkopf but next time I'm going to try Fiery Red because it's faded quite a bit to a dull mahogany.

Just don't mention it though; my parents still think it's the brown that I inherited from Mum.

I got published again in debate magazine, this time it as a full-length feature article! Totally made my week.

Curly Joe hugged me too, it was awesome.

How are you guys doing? Email me what's going on back there

~doublesharp

ps. ohmygods I so read about the Ryan/Juday wedding. A part of me is happy it finally happened, but another part of me goes, "Oh well. That's him gone." Why is everybody getting married all of a sudden?

Life as An OK GO Soundtrack

Thu, 28 May 2009 08:19:15 GMT

I would have wanted a more glamorous group doing the soundtrack to my current life (A. Lloyd Webber + David Sedaris for choice lyrics) but pop culture seems to have captured it more accurately than a proper scoring ever would.

Track One: You're So Damn Hot

I saw you sliding out the bar.
I saw you slipping out the back door, baby.
Don't even try and find a line this time, it's fine. Darling, you're still
divine.

You don't love me at all, but don't think that it bothers me at all.
You're a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll, but you're...
You're so damn hot.

Yeah, that's what I think of you. Don't ask me when it happened, one look into your brown eyes and a ruffle of your thick, curly hair later and I was besotted like the eleven year old I once was. Don't ask me either why I'm attracted to you, you jock. I normally want more brains on my guy, but lately I've been checking you out from all possible angles. I think I owe rugby one for handing you that tight body.

Track Two: Here It Goes Again

Just when you think that you're in control,
just when you think that you've got a hold,
just when you get on a roll,
here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
I should have known,
should have known,
should have known again,
but here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.

And just when I thought I had my emotions back in control, my feelings go spiraling out of my grasp. Do you know, that my jaw really did fall slack when you practically TONGUED your fruit cups? It's getting distracting watching you eat them like that, I'm so tempted to bring you a pack of plastic spoons just so that you will not stop me from having my lunch in uninterrupted peace. At least I haven't seen you lick creamed rice off your finger yet, I think I'd just get up and leave. I like talking to you too, you're so enthusiastic when you speak about things and you have such an infectious energy. I also like how you take the beanies off my head and try them on. Fuck it, I think I like you.

Track Three: Do What You Want

Screaming
at the top of your lungs you said, "Come on, come on. Do what you want. What could go wrong? Oh come on
come on come on, come on, do what you want. Oh come on come on. What could go wrong? Do do do do what you
want."

And today, Sophie nudged me into asking him if he wanted to hang out over the semester break. Two glasses of Export later, we get up and leave and I ask him. He was very keen! Yay! She also asked us if we would be the subjects for her advert, so we will both be in formal wear and masks and we will be dancing to music. Danke schoen, fraulein!!!!

Track Four: What To Do?

What to do?
Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people do exceptional things all
the time.

I've got my fingers triple crossed for this one. After the mess that was Dream Guy (may I never mention him again), I'm hoping that this will be somewhat better. It would be fantastically mint if this actually worked out actually. I'm really not looking for anything serious, but I think it would be a heap of fun to play the game. And if it doesn't work out, I could still gain a great new friend from all this.

Watch this space for more of the soundtracks!

~doublesharp

ps. I'll bet you're all curious now. It isn't Image and Sound crush. His name is James, and he turned out to be a fucking wall. He doesn't speak to anybody; methinks he is deliberately antisocial. If I wanted somebody nice to look at but didn't make a single sound, I would have pashed on a poster a long, long time ago.

I code name this new one, Curly Joe.

Birthday!

Mon, 25 May 2009 07:12:00 GMT

I thought only heiresses got birthday weekends. I don't know why I was dreading turning 19 so much; it turned out to be heaps of fun! First was Thursday afternoon, where my classmates surprised me with a cake during our break in the lounge. It was real Italian tiramisu from Giapo's, complete with a little candle shaped like a star. I made a wish before blowing it out, wishing with all my heart that I could keep these friends forever. We ate it up of course, for who can resist the charms of tiramisu longer than an hour? That night, I went to watch Stomp at the Civic; it was mean! I marvel at the creativity of the human mind; who knew you could make music out of PVC piping and the kitchen sink? The lighter show was choice too, especially when they all started clicking the lighters in a beat. Fun, fun stuff.

Spent Friday doing laundry (more like soaking my duvet cover after the cat threw up on it) and random housekeeping. I made a cheesecake and managed to set off the smoke alarm baking the crust. Ah well, I'm sure even Julie LeClerc burned a couple of of crusts before she became Madame Perfection. One thing I learned about crusts: Do not use Ginger Nuts in the place of graham crackers. They are harder than the ice penguins slide on in the Atlantic.

Friday night was by all accounts, a choice evening. Met up with Grant, Sophie, Nick, Daniel and Anthony at Shadows where we waited for AD and Micah to show up. A Black Russian and my very first 40 ounce (Micah finished it, bless him) later and we trooped off to Honey on High Street to crash a party. Nobody really cared that we had crashed though, because there were at least three other people who were celebrating their birthdays as well. Danced a lot and even started a limbo line! Left before midnight in search of Belgian beer.

Which we never found because the bar was packed. Off to Burger King for some grease for those who needed it. Scabbed heaps of chips off everybody.

Last stop of the evening was the Brooklyn Bar on Queen street for a final round of drinks. I got a Fairy Godfather cocktail while everybody else had a beer. AD dropped me home, but not without getting lost. K'Road is a scary place to get lost, since you don't actually know who is a genuine female. Thank goodness AD knew not to stop and ask for directions. Brr.

Saturday night was another dinner party, this time for me and Tita Abet. Plenty of food and karaoke! Sunday night was yet another lunch, this time at Tita Melba's house. She gave me an ice cream cake, it was so good! They aren't kidding when they say that New Zealand makes the best ice cream.

Thank you everybody, for all the wishes and pressies, photos and prayers, free drinks and birthday songs. It doesn't matter that I'm so far from home because with people like you, I don't even feel the distance. I love you all to bits and pieces!

~doublesharp

ps. For photos, check out my Multiply!

And That's Why They Call It Twenteen

Fri, 15 May 2009 01:09:01 GMT

So in a week, I turn 19.

I can't believe that it's already been a year since my 18th. This time last year I was in Cebu, trying to review a little for the IELTS, while bumming around the house. Now I'm in my room in New Zealand, waiting for a load of laundry to finish in the dryer while watching episodes of the Big Bang Theory. Man, how things have changed.

I remember when I turned 13, how excited I was to finally be a "teen". I've spent my teen years well, high school taking up most of it. It was a good time though, because that's where I met my closest mates, gotten into some funny situations and overall picked up a lot of life gems. Yet I cannot help but feel that I'm not through with teendom yet. There's still so much to do!Conversely, I don't think I'm ready to go into the twenties. It sounds like such a lofty and responsible age, twenty, and goodness knows I'm nowhere near ready to be categorised as a young adult instead of a teenager. But a lot can happen to a year. We'll see what happens.

They say that picking presents is difficult, that you really have to know the person well before you can pick a good prezzie for them. Can I make it less of a chore for you?

1. Any hat, absolutely any hat.
2. A gift check to Borders
3. A gift check to Smith and Caughey's, particularly the makeup section
4. MAC pigment in Old Gold
5. Hugh Jackman

Have a good weekend guys!

~doublesharp

Resist!

Fri, 08 May 2009 04:35:59 GMT

A while ago I was very nearly tempted to get a Facebook account. The sign-up page was right before me, my fingers already typing in all the necessary information, all automatic muscle movement. It was right before I clicked on the 'sign up' button did I stop to think about what I was signing up to. I like to keep my life open for others to follow, but to a certain degree. Sure, what's already online can be subject to (possible) objectification by complete strangers but I control what gets to go up right? I already have Multiply for all my photos, a blog to keep thoughts on and a Friendster account that hasn't seen the light of day in ages. I just feel that adding a Facebook account lessens any modicum of control I have over my life online. And gods knows, there could be some pretty incriminating stuff off Facebook that I do not want to encounter. Photo tagging may be a useful son of a bitch but damned if photos of a beer keg and myself surface.*

But it's a great way to keep in touch with your mates, you all argue. Your own dad is on Facebook, why aren't you? ** To that I say: If you really need to know what's happening with my life, and if you are of any importance to me, you would know how to reach me. It's such a nuisance to constantly log in and find out that people have been scribbling on your wall and sending you love bites or shite like that. If I want you to scribble on a surface, it'll be on a check for something. Love bites must be given upon mutual agreement only.

So now you know how I feel about Facebook. Don't get me started on Twitter.

~doublesharp

In Other News (ion): I just purchased a ticket to a comedy show called Full English, part of the New Zealand Comedy Festival. It's on next Saturday, so at least I'll have something to review for debate magazine the following week.

I'm also planning to enter a makeup look contest on YouTube. The theme is 'flowers', so I'll be doing a look inspired by two-tone hydrangeas. Now to find a willing victim -er- model.

I had an internal dialogue with myself yesterday. In Bisaya.

*Not that there are any. Just saying.
**This is true. Go look him up.

A Tale of Two Fails

Tue, 05 May 2009 06:04:24 GMT

In the span of less than five hours, I have managed to consume:

Rice with chicken and veggies all smothered in tomato sauce
A big as serving of fettucine and chicken with a green salad on the side
Four slices of Vegemite and spread
One Mallowpop
A couple (three? four?) wedges

Tubbytown, here I come. I don't understand why I was so ravenous today! I had a decent brekkie (yoghurt and cereal) and lunch (item #1 on the list), so I don't get why my body suddenly developed the appetite of a bear before it goes into hibernation. I'm usually pretty good at keeping my appetite in check but today it was a complete turnaround. Total self-control fail. My dad reckons it's just the cold weather causing me to eat so much, but still. If I keep eating like I did today I will probably look like a beached whale. Ugh, the image.

I managed to dig something up on YouTube though. It's such a huge fail, it made me feel better about eating so much today. It's the introduction of Little Lulu, but somebody tried to write down the lyrics to it. I reckon that the poor soul who attempted this feat was just listening to the lyrics and writing down whatever sounded right. Enjoy!

And here are the lyrics that were posted:

Oh, Lulu!
Little Lulu, Little Lulu, with freckles on her chin
Always in then now the trouble, the mostly how is in!
Using next neck time for the tale of your kind
Using Mom's lipstick for the letters you write!
Little Lulu, Little Lulu, there's know one like the smart
Cause a matter what you doing? You do it make your heart!
Shining girls are dancing where's the smile in your ride?
Well can be the forward do your neck's surprise
What a surprise!
Oh, the Mom is said I'm 30, is really after 10
Look's like Lulus and repairing in the game!
No, we why? (Why?)
It knows it trueloo
And you very hard to take Little Lulu
We love you
Just the same-the-same!
Little Lulu, we love you
Loo... just... the... same!
Luluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!

Hahahahahahaha

~doublesharp

Canceled Out

Thu, 30 Apr 2009 06:30:28 GMT

So my dad went home to Cebu today after a week long visit. I had always known that today would be emotional, but to what extent I had never known. I was alright this morning, tears kept firmly in check. I said goodbye after breakfast, and I remember waving as I made towards the car. So far so good.

He promised he'd ring before he left, which he did. And just like a crack in the dam, my tears came flooding out and I cried like a two year-old in the library. Lucky enough that Cassi, Vicky and Sofi were there with me so I didn't look completely odd. Imagine if I'd broken down in front of those two NZ Air Force guys studying for their physics test. Andrei was nice enough though to ask if I was okay, so that was really cool.

But when something really shit happens, you can expect that something really good will compensate for it. After my crying jag in the libe, I wandered down to the gelato store Giapo's for a big ice cream cone. Bumped into my classmate Anthony, and so we made our way down there. Giapo's has a flavour guessing contest, where you guess the mystery flavour of the day. If you can do it, you get a free ice cream cone.

It was chocolate and Cointreau. The lady behind the counter gave me a taste, and immediately recognized it as a flavour you normally get in a box of chocs. Anthony and I were thinking and guessing, until I finally guessed that it was orange. The lady grinned and told me to kept going and then I said Cointreau. She clapped, then told everybody that the mystery flavour was busted. I got a free scoop of it, and it was delicious!

Got my Interpersonnal Communications assignment back. B+. Not bad; better than what other people got. But I could do so much better, I think.

How's everybody going?

~doublesharp

Win A Date?

Mon, 27 Apr 2009 08:57:44 GMT

Mum started dating when she was 18, so in less than a month, she will have officially beaten me to it. It's not a bad thing really; I'm enjoying single life far too much. There is no obligation to anybody, and I can go my merry way at any time. But that's not why I posted.

This week's issue of debate magazine came out, and this week's theme was taking the piss out of Cosmo magazine. It gave out heaps of sarcastic articles on dating, sex and other Cosmo-worthy articles (nothing on the female G spot sadly). It was even renamed debatemopolitan for the week, complete with the loud, splashy blurbs on the cover for the articles inside (eg. "42 Sex Positions You Should Never Try Out...No Really)

This is the brainchild of the publications editor, Ryan, who I find to be either a written genius or a social klutz. His articles are witty and sharp jabs at the social system around us, ever ready to provide an alternate view on the world. He's also a dork, but adorably so.

In short, I find him quite interesting.

I voiced this out to my friend Jess over lunch at some point several weeks ago, and she was very encouraging, telling me to introduce myself and talk to him. It sounded like a pretty sweet thing to do, but I'm still shy about that, so I assured her then that if opportunity presented itself, I'd go for it. I then proceeded to assume that she'd forgotten about it. Over lunch today though, she asks me if I'd seen the editorial yet and if I was going for it. Going for what, I'd ask.

She flips the pages of the zine in my hands to the editorial (renamed Jeditorial by Ryan a couple of issues ago.) and there, splashed all over the page was this:

Who wants to date an editor?

You can imagine Jess was just grinning from earlobe to earlobe when I looked up from reading it.

It may just be an opportunity presented on a golden platter wrapped in a red bow. Or it could just be a silly article written by a resentful editor who cannot believe Cosmo gets more face time than debate, so he decides to put himself out as bait so that more people will pick up a copy. Or he could be and I quote directly from the article, a "lonely pathetic man" who is being resourceful about finding a girlfriend. I think I fit the description though, as he specified that he's looking for a "short, brunette, sci-fi geek with glasses". Well, three out of four isn't so bad. I don't do sci-fi as hardcore as he does, but I think I make up for it in other areas.

He even came up with a proper entry form, how cheeky! It asks for the usal things: name, age, gender, favourite band/movie/book. Then a few more quirky things: favourite brand of toothpaste, why he should pick me in 100 words exactly (preferably in rhyme) and why rock music is a million times better than dance and rap music. In under 20 words of course.

So how does this go for starters?

Favourite band/movie/book: The Yeah Yeah Yeahs/Disney's Hercules/The Bad Girl by Mario Vargas Llosa
Favourite brand of toothpaste: Colgate Mint Stripe. Best choice for close contact.
Why rock music is a million times better than dance and rap music: Music and lyrics baby, music and lyrics. Dance has the music, while rap (sorta) has the lyrics. Rock music has both.

I'm thinking of going for it, just for laughs. What do you guys think?

~doublesharp

It's Been

Tue, 21 Apr 2009 00:19:21 GMT

I'm in our library right now, waiting for two o'clock so I can meet up with my subject for my radio documentary. I'm hoping we transfer our location to somewhere indoors because at the moment, it's about sixteen degrees outside, possibly colder because of the wind. The recorder I have with me is super sensitive, so it'll probably be picking up the sounds of the wind blowing on top of the actual interview. Man. I'll bet Pro Tools can't edit that out.

I'm on my Easter holiday, just fresh out of Taupo and Rotorua. It takes about five hours to get to Taupo and another hour to drive to Rotorua. Most of you already know that I'm not very car-friendly, but I managed to fall asleep right after we hit the city border of Auckland. I think I missed most of the scenery on the way to Taupo but I got to see it going to Rotorua. So beautiful; the autumn landscape is just breathtaking. Imagine all the trees in shades of fiery red, yellow and orange and the mountains stretching on forever. So beautiful.

But things must come to an end, and here I am in the library again. You'd think that I'd be keen on doing something else with my holiday but the weather has been pretty shitty as of late so we've been forced to stay indoors. Thank goodness for Tita Flor's extensive DVD collection, otherwise I would have gone barking mad. Not a good thing, as we have two cats in the house. I'm also learning how to build a proper fire in the fireplace, so that should be interesting. Right after this interview finishes, I'm going home to straighten out my desk and maybe watch another movie.

Gods, I'm turning into such a homebody. Can't wait for something cool to happen.

How are you guys? Email me something fabulous!

~doublesharp

It's debatable...

Mon, 06 Apr 2009 06:31:42 GMT

After about six issues of flicking through the school publication, debate magazine (yes, all in Lowercase Letters) and thinking how it was exactly the kind of magazine I had always wanted to write for (it has a li'l bit of everything; pop culture, dating advice, the requisite agony aunt column, bits and pieces), I finally mustered up enough courage to send in an article of my own. Nothing big, just a review on the Yeah Yeah Yeahs video of "Maps".

And look what happened!

I got published! I had turned in my assignment at the WT tower, but it was still about an hour and a half before class began. I had reached into my bag to pull out my PSP only to find out that it had no battery at all. Stink. But then, I saw a bunch of people waving around the latest issue of debate, so I grabbed a copy, a few paces short of actually sprinting towards the stand. Once I had sat and settled down, I leafed through it leisurely, trying to build up the anticipation. There were a few good articles in this issue, including one about how Helen Clark got appointed to the UN post. Few more things here, stuff about cluster bombs there, and upon flipping to the reviews page....

The first thing I saw was Karen O's red lippy, and then the rest of the article sunk in. There was my name, in white letters, right under Karen O. I very nearly wanted to squee out loud, but that would be very unprofessional, so I kept it to myself. Oh, but it came out even better than I thought it would!

The whole downside to this though, was that I had nobody to text the news to. You're all so far away! I had to wait until I caught up with Jess to show her, and she said that she already read it. Two more classmates came up and asked if I had written it, so that felt really nice.

My name may not be up in lights, but this gets pretty damned close.

How is everybody?

~doublesharp

So It's Laundry Day Today

Thu, 02 Apr 2009 22:16:44 GMT

I have Fridays off, so that's when I do laundry and all sorts of general housekeeping. Right now I'm just waiting for a batch of throw rugs to finish washing so I can hang them up to dry outside. Yes, I know I can always stick them in the dryer, but there is nothing that smells better than sun-dried laundry. Well, maybe except my Image and Sound crush. If there was enough room for my skivvies on the line, maybe I'd dry them there too.

Right now, I'm also supposed to be starting my Media Ethics essay. To say I like this class would be like saying I like eating raw carrots; sparingly, and in minute amounts. Our tutor Sara is Egyptian, and an expert in war and torture (I kid you not, that was her major when she was at uni). I'd hate to disappoint her by turning in a crap essay because she's so cool, but at the rate I'm going, it's more likely to happen.

This week was fairly uneventful. Well, maybe except for yesterday when I had lunch with a bunch of my classmates in the sun and when I got home I had tanned so very much. It's almost like Bantayan, but with a scarf on. Seriously, it's getting colder here.

But on the plus side, there is a sale at the Warehouse for boots!

Abangan!

~doublesharp

EDIT: I just finished watching the entire boxed set of Firefly. Cliffhanger ending, because apparently, the show got canceled before the series could end! We've got the movie here, but the quality isn't so good. What happens to Simon and Kaylee? Will Inara and Mal cut through the tension already? Grrr!!!

But you have to love Jayne's definition of a chain of command: "You know what the chain of command is? It's the chain I go get and beat you with till you understand who's in rutting command here!"

Apparently, this naughty tortie is enjoying her Friday off more than I am.

Treat Yourself, You Deserve It!

Thu, 26 Mar 2009 06:14:57 GMT

I was a good girl this week! Despite the many temptations to procrastinate, I managed to finish my essay a day early. It was a mess of researching, reading and refining my essay so it fit the academic writing standard. So, as a treat, I walked up and down Queen Street and did a bit of shopping, both literal and window.

First was Cotton on Body, where they had a sale on knickers. Three for twenty-five dollars, a steal! So I grabbed three cute pairs of boyleg knickers and happily paid for them. I went exploring too, going into the little streets off the main street. I visited High Street, home of everything expensive:

They had an excellent lingerie shop as well, but I was happy with my new knickers.

Cafes and restaurants lining the join between High and Queen streets. That's a pub off to the side.

I also bought my memory card reader there. It was also much cheaper than at Student IT or Dick Smith. Much happiness, I can share photos with you guys na!

Miming, this is for you!

You can't really round off a trip down Queen street without passing by a sex shop. And check it, it's R16! We can go in!

I had sushi for lunch, just to treat myself further. It really made up for the stress last week. Shared my lunch with Anthony and Erica, while we chatted about rugby with Nick and Jess. It was a good day today!

How are you guys doing?

~doublesharp

ps. Look who's taking over my bed these days!

Kara walks on me in the mornings when she wants to get out of my room. Annoying, but I still love it when she sleeps in my bed.

Crushie Doodle Went To Town...

Tue, 24 Mar 2009 01:01:27 GMT

...and made me lose concentration. He's in my class in Image and Sound, and I can't wait for the next one!

You were supposed to sing that to the tune of "Yankee Doodle Went To Town", by the way.

I'm supposed to be finalising my reference list for my essay in the library, but I can't get started until I get this all down. I noticed him last week, when we were seatmates. We were grouped up for an exercise, and we did fairly well together. But that's not what today was about.

We sat next to each other again, and the whole time I was so acutely aware of him. Of the color of his t-shirt (white), the five o'clock shadow that covered his chin (neatly grown and rough), how nice he smelled (shower fresh, my favorite!), his hairdo (wet look, slightly spiked up) and other little things about him. He's got nice hands, long fingers, neat fingernails and a wide palm. He's not very hairy too, always a good thing.

And he's handsome! He's got golden brown eyes that remind you of a caramel swirl on a sundae. His eyelashes are a dark blond, like his hair. They sweep upwards and they positively flutter when he blinks. I asked him about the essay we were to turn in, and he grinned and said that he'd hardly started, what about me? The whole lesson, I could hardly keep concentration because he was right next to me. He had his head turned to my side, so I could feel him breathing on my arm. He also stretched out at one point and rubbed his chest and I very nearly wanted to reach over and rub it for him.

Okay, disregard that last bit. I'm clearly freaking you all out.

I think he's got a girlfriend or something like that because he kept checking his phone and he'd be smiling when he texted. Oh well. I don't think it'd hurt to talk to him some more I guess. Ever since I got here, I've been so quiet and shy I'm disgusted with myself. I can't understand why I can't talk to my classmates when they're all really nice. I think I'm just afraid I'll say something stupid and they'll laugh at me.

Gods Meg, why can you sing in front of loads of people but not talk to your classmates??

~doublesharp

ps. I got a new pair of shoes for autumn, they keep my feet warm. My first pair of boots, and I'm particularly pleased with them because they're actually the only pair of heels I can go trumping around the city in! Yay!

And I think I've got food poisoning. I woke this morning to a bum stomach, and it's been this way the whole f'ng day. Then I found a Loperamide in my pouch. Go me!

pps. Something is wrong with my YM, I can't seem to connect! Can anybody help me please? I miss talking to you guys na.

Top o' the Morning To Ya!

Tue, 17 Mar 2009 03:45:20 GMT

That's how the Irish say good morning. It's also Saint Patrick's Day today, and there were loads of people down Queen Street wearing green and sporting a green beard. The Lucky Charms guy must have been at the Cock and Bull somewhere dancing.

I think I should call it Saint Puddle's Day as well.

I just flooded the laundry room.

I was soaking something in the sink the machine normally drains out into, so it was stopped up. When I heard a splash in the kitchen, that's when I realized that it was flooding. Took me half an hour to get all the water out.

Cheers everyone.

~doublesharp

Woo!

Fri, 13 Mar 2009 05:01:15 GMT

Hey guys.

A bunch of you were asking for photos, so here they are! You gotta love Bluetooth technology:

Taken at the Auckland Musem. Those are a bunch of ostriches. Stuffed, of course

This is the moa, the big as ostrich I was telling you about. Thanks to Miguel for taking this photo!

A bunch of dinosaur skeletons. Can't recall what the names are.

The T-Rex named Sue. Imagine those teeth biting down on you for dindins!

This is our 'naughty tortie' cat, Kara. When she's not being a diva, she likes to take some downtime on the carpet in the lounge.

Me and Taco having a moment together. I let him out of his cage on Saturdays so that he can get some exercise. He likes to sit on my shoulder and we dance to music from my mp3 player.

Meet Mack, where this entry is currently being typed on. This is my new MacBook, I just got him today. He and I say hey.

I have so many other photos to show you, but I have to wait for my dad to come over with my memory card reader so I can show you the photos in my camera. How's everyone doing?

~doublesharp

Bits and Pieces

Thu, 12 Mar 2009 05:31:25 GMT

And boy, could I tell you loads about Britney's!

Now, I am normally not a rag hag but there was an article on Yahoo News that completely caught my attention. She has yet another wardrobe malfunction, but this time it happend in one of the concerts of her Circus tour. I'm not sure if anybody actually saw anything, because the most memorable part of the whole blooper was when the lights died and she says out loud, "My p***y is hanging out!"

Click here for the video!

And back to the news...

It's been a whole week of school and lectures and tutorials. I'm learning a lot of things here in school and making a couple of friends. I'm still a little bit disorientated about how things work at AUT but I'm picking up things rather quickly. It's also a huge plus that everything is also online, so I don't have to fuss much with papers and things. The only thing I'm most concerned with is getting cheap copies of my textbooks. Granted, I could make a bit of money next year by selling the brand new copies I will theoretically buy but this is now. I need cheap copies. Trademe looks pretty promising at the moment. Right now I've got two bids on the same book, hoping that I get one of them.

Tomorrow will be the first proper day off I'll get in a week. I fully intend to lounge around in sweats while my laundry tumbles in the machine and make myself a big breakfast. But if I have to go into the city, then curses. My day off is ruined!

How is everyone?

~doublesharp