'T' is for Twinings (and also ta - tas)

I'm currently drinking Twinings 'Afternoon Tea' blend as I type this - and  I must say, it is most delicious! In fact, I think you should go and make some tea now. Go on, I'll wait.

So, how has your week been thus far? I hope it's going well. If you're reading this from Sydney, how good was today? I wish I had a non-primitive phone to capture all the amazing weather!

Also, I  wanted to share pictures of this desk I picked up at Ikea for just over $100.00.  The style is similar to that of the Parsons desk - plus, the two ends of the table extend out to form a freakin' four person dining table! Yeah, I know - did you just piss your pants too?

 Now, I'm just looking for the perfect, odd-bod upholstered chair for it.

In my rear view mirror is the motherfucking law

I got a call this morning at 7:30 am from my sister,  "Ummmm, are you in jail?" she whispered softly.

As Saturday mornings go, this morning was particularly interesting. Yes, I had rung her and sent her a flurry of incomprehensive texts  last night at 10:00 pm, in a state of complete panic. Yes, it had been an emergency of sorts.  The police  had been called - oh yes -  the po po was involved, that was right. But no, I was sorry to say, I was not currently being housed at the Parklea Womens Correctional Facility.

white parsons desk

I'm schicky! And I'm weak! This is what poor, schicky me has been downing all weekend:

Anyway, onto more pressing matters. I want a small white desk for my room! Preferably, a desk that I can place my lap top  on whilst I sit and twiddle my thumbs etc.

I love the famous West Elm's 'Parsons' desk. The design is so classic and timeless. But I can't seem to find a similar cheap one here in Sydney - so I'm thinking I might get the 'Parsons Mini' directly from West Elm in America for $200.00 (Incidentally, West Elm now ships to Australia, although they have delivery restrictions on 'oversized' furniture. Not sure whether the "mini" desk would constitutue 'oversized furniture'). 

Post Edit: Turns out that they can in fact ship the desk to Australia, but it will incur $234.00 in shipping costs - more than the desk itself!

Still, it's really tempting...

Interressant. Sehr Interressant.

Back when I got my first "real" job in 2006 at a multi-media firm in the city, I could never have imagined in my wildest dreams where my life would lead, almost 5 years later.

Perhaps a stint living overseas for a bit? Maybe finally moving out to my own new diggs?

Oh, how about we try STLL LIVING WITH THE OLDS AND UNEMPLOYED. And still asking to borrow the car with that really big bird shit on the driver's side window. Like, really, universe?

BUT I digress. My first job was a great opportunity to meet a bunch of creative and intressant folk, one being  my former desk-neighbour and Flash developer extraordinaire, Cactus Girl. So the story is that she used to have a miniature cactus plant, perhaps no bigger than 5 cm in height, which she had smugly placed on the line of demarcation between our adjoining desks.

And like your average peeping tom neighbour, I would keenly observe as she used to, every so often, whip out a ruler and measure her cactus (that last sentence felt a bit dirty to type). Anyway, she would literally measure the plant's height with a ruler. She'd also sporadically move it around to make optimal use of  the fluorescent lighting in our office and just generally act super weird with it.

I loved thy neighbour (and still do) - don't get me wrong - but alas, I bore a secret hatred for my neighbour's sinister looking plant.

Such disdain, if you really must know, was probably borne out of one unfortunate incident where the cactus molested my delicate thumb appendage and absolutely no hilarity ensued whatsoever. Sure, I might have been snooping around her desk when it happened (she was away sick so it was ok). But still, bonsai thorns hurt too! Even more so when you have a tiny appendage.

Anyway, a lot has transpired since those good ol' days - different jobs, changing relationships, new interests - but  we've managed  to keep in touch as life "happens".

For example,  CG recently held an exhibition at the Global Gallery in Paddington, showcasing  her  exquisite ceramic artwork. I missed opening night (I was in London at the time), although I did manage to pop by on the last day to see for myself what all the hoo-ha was about.

And here, my blog readers, I present to you the hoo-ha, in all its magnificent ceramic glory:

I also wanted to share these lovely photos, of another former desk-neighbour, this time from the law firm I used to work at.

 Miss C - "C" as in "Chuck-Norris-Bad-Ass" - participates in bouts of medieval fighting - as a girl is wont to do every now and then. How very bad ass.

Aren't these photos simply amazing? The ethereal Miss C just goes to show that medieval fighting is not exclusively the domain of 40-year-old-WOW-players and the butch.

shit my mum says...(and the shit she says after to cover it up)

Granted, my mum only says this when she is super pissed (like that time I left my keys at home and had to cut a hole through the kitchen fly screen window and crawl into the house, "like an animal" - as I recall her saying at the time).

I e-mailed my mum to let her know I will be publishing her quote, ad verbatim, on my blog. This is what she came up with (read from the bottom):

"I must have been really blessed in my past life to get two girls". Yeah, no ones buying your shit, Yvonne.

Non-Parasian Highlights of Paris

Sitting and basking in the sun outside the Notre Dame Cathedral and having a girl come up to me and speak to me in her sing-song French. I smiled and nodded enthusiastically as she spoke, letting her serenade me for a good 2 minutes before interrupting and  informing her that I could not understand a word of French.

In her broken English she said "Oh, ok...sorry...I just wanted to know where you got your boots from. They are beautiful". I replied in my own sing-song bogan,  "Oh thank you, I got them from from this high-end shoe store in Australia called Target".

My $25 Target boots gets the
 French tick of approval

This Ferrari being pulled over by two French police officers on bicycles, in front of our packed tour bus. I think the proper french term for this situation is 'Oh fuck'.

Khaos in Kuala Lumpur

Note: This post was written on my sister's iphone five days ago - I had to do some minor editing before it was published.

Hello!

Well, we have finally arrived at KL and boy, are we exhausted! Being a tight ass is definitely not for the fainthearted.
We left the airprort, dragging  3 suitcases and managed to make the bus to head to the train station.

After a 15 minute train ride we arrived at central KL and caught a taxi to the Shangri-La hotel.

Wow!  Can I just say the hotel itself is pure opulence, and the hotel staff -  well, don't get me started on these people!  They are so nice and attentive!  When we arrived they informed us that we would  be upgraded to a Horizon Club room (I would have said the previous statement even if we wern't upgraded. I swear). People, this room is awesome. Here are some pictures. The building second from the left is the one of the Petronas towers. What a view!

For $140.00 per night, it is definitely worth it. Now if you will excuse me, I'm going to make myself a coffee on the whizbang Nespresso machine in our room.