The luxuries of life

Technically I should be doing something productive right now. But no, I'm not going to. Because that would be boring. And that's the last thing you want read about.

I've been waiting for Vay to post something good about what we got up to on our anniversary the other Sunday. But the bastard hasn't done anything since then, so now I'm going to have to. You had your chance buddy.

Ever since we had high tea at the QVB, we were craving another indulgent experience. And what better excuse than our anniversary? Oh, it was all my idea naturally. That's right, my teamwork. Anyway, we drove all the way to Darlinghurst, out of all places. First we stopped by a snooty cafe, which doesn't deserve a mention, before moving on to the pièce de résistance, that is the Victoria Room. Now there's a place fit for a lady, and her would-be gentleman.

The place had decadent furnishings, tea lights on every table, velvety rich tapestries and wooden room dividers. You wouldn't have guessed it was anything like this, judging by the plain entrance. But that gave it an element of exclusivity though. And the fact that they required a booking in an advance added to that. Yes, we are indulging ourselves, aren't we. We had the Majestic High tea, which included flutes of Piper-Heidsieck Cuvée Brut NV Champagne. That's right, the good shit.

Even the bathrooms had Aesop handwash, and even the bill was handed to us on a silver platter, garnished with pink and white frangipanis. To distract you from the cost no doubt.

"We take eighteen ounces of sizzling ground beef, and soak it in rich, creamery butter, then we top it off with bacon, ham, and a fried egg. We call it the Good Morning Burger..."

So then we topped it all off with my facial and his Good Morning Burger equivalent of a back massage at Zen Day Spa. My facial used Dermalogica products, and it was sensual, even for a facial. Might have had something to do with the fact the masseur was French. Hmm, I could only imagine what his hands would feel like on the rest of my body.

This is the life, I was thinking to myself. And why yes, I have worked hard for this. Why, it was an effort just writing this when I should be working. Ah the things I do for you people.

The meaning of space

On one particularly late day to work, I caught the 8:40 am to the City, and spent the rest of the leisurely train ride engrossed in my new novel, Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer.

I was reading about how Bella had just married her true love, Edward, who just so happened to be a vampire. She was prepared to give him anything, including her soul. Wasn't so much to ask for was it? The way they loved each other, it was as if they couldn't live without each other. There was one point where Edward had left her for a long time, wanting her to have a normal human life, thinking that this was the best way to do it, that it was for her own good. Or so he thought. She became catatonic without him, withdrawing herself from the world, because the one thing she wanted, didn't want her. And who was to blame her for feeling that way? She eventually came out of her state though, and became best friends with Jacob who appreciated her. She didn't realize it at the time though, but she actually fell in love with Jacob too. Bella didn't choose to give Edward his space, it was imposed on her, against her will. The result of which was, it forced her down a different pathway. She found an unexpected happiness with Jacob.

Edward eventually returned to her though, but by then, the damage had been done. It was a wonder she forgave him.

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When I finally looked up from my novel, I heard a familiar tune coming from the guy sitting next to me. I would know that tune anywhere, the beat is pretty distinctive. It was the Korean group Shinee's Noona You're So Pretty (Replay) song. How strange was it that out of all carriages, out of all seats, I'd be sitting next to someone who was playing a song I had on my own iPod. I took out my iPod, tapped the guy on his arm, and showed him the song, and he smiled as he agreed it was that same song. So I played the song for the rest of the train ride. It must have sounded funny to other people hearing the same song coming from two different people's earphones.

It's funny that this coincidence wouldn't have happened had we been sitting further apart. But then, that's the effect of space.

Happy belated blogger birthday

Hi all

I can't believe I missed out on my own anniversary. According to this, my first entry on Linhy was on 2nd July 2005. Which makes it now at least 3 years old. And what's happened since then? A whole bunch of crrraaazzy stuff. Well, not really. Just wanted to type crazy like that.

How can I summarise 3 years into one post? Let's see, I broke up with Luis after a long term relationship filled with pain and misery on both sides. I went to greener pastures with Vay, my current loving boyfriend, who, despite getting on my nerves now and then, is still better than being with Luis. There, I've said it. Next up, we have my graduation from my tafe courses, of which I'm quite proud of actually. I've learnt more and made more friendships from them than anything I've experienced at university, with a couple of exceptions. And finally, I managed to stay at this current job for quite longer than I ever expected I would stay, given the trend for young people these days of job-hopping. And this year, I'm planning a long overdue holiday.

Speaking of anniversaries, my first one with Vay is coming up, quite soon in fact. We've planned a few sweet things to do. and I've ordered something online that should be arriving next week.

Finally, I'd like to thank everyone from overseas and Australia who've stopped by this blog (hee, hee, little did you people know, I've been keeping track of who visits through statcounter), and I'll open up comments again soon. I still get a lot of hits for my Norita post, and more recently, my GPO Cheese and Wine bar post. The hell if I know why.

Till the next time I feel like posting,

Love, Linhy