The Notebook.

Thank god I wrote a few notes in this here notebook. It's 31 freaking degrees outside, and it's a struggle to remember the finer details of all my wheelings and dealings over the last few months. And yes, I insist on backtracking, because it wouldn't be fair to all you loyal subscribers if I didn't. And because I like seeing my thoughts published, in convenient, bite-sized paragraphs.

The Work.

Way back in October, things were giving me the shits all round. At work, Rick was having another uncalled for bout of stress and was taking it out on me. Which, mind you, was entirely unfair, as I was minding my own business, and frankly, couldn't care less about his problems. First it was the photocopier jamming up with paper, the colour printer printing blank pages in between sheets, and then the lift not stopping at our level. And it may or may not have been in my job description to attend to these trifling matters, but for god's sake people, there are more serious issues at stake. And that's why I couldn't give a stuff. It even got to the point where I didn't want to take his crap anymore, so I reported him to our director. And sure enough, he stopped hassling me with his petty concerns. Yes, being a bitch gets results. Let that be a lesson to you all.

The Boyfriend.

Then there was the problem with dear old Vay, wanting space. Now, I've never been told by any of my exes that they wanted space. I mean, really, if anything, they couldn't get enough of me. That's right hun, they couldn't get enough. Why would anyone want to have "space" away from me? You'd have to be crazy. I was just so offended. So that didn't go down too well, and we argued constantly until we forgot about what were arguing about. Ah yes, there was a lot of crying, evil stares, car door slamming and missed phone calls back then. Meh, what can you do.

The Bestfriend.

But it's all good now. Which leads me to think about Anney. She was there when I needed to whinge to someone about how crappy life was at the time. To cheer me up, she even gave me these thoughtful gifts of a red balloon days giftcard (worth $100!) a new webcam and this icebreaker game that we played throughout the afternoon. And to show my respect for her, I cooked up shake-and-bake pancakes, which didn't turn out perfectly, but hey, that's what best friends are for. To eat your weirdly-shaped pancakes, and say they're just as good, if not better than Pancakes on the Rocks. Because if you don't have that, what do you have? That's right, nothing but cold, uneaten weirdly-shaped pancakes.

The Baby.

You'd think this would be high up on my list of happenings. But it's been a daunting thing to accept I'm actually an aunty now, and that my brother is a father to a baby girl, named Tia. The fascinating thing is that she was born on the 21st of October, a day after my own birthday. But it just makes me wonder when it'll be my turn next. Dear god, it's freaking me out right now! But what's next on the agenda you ask?

The Wedding.

Bet you're wondering how it all started. One of Vay's friends had a grand wedding ceremony up at this community hall in Breakfast Point, followed by a rather large wedding reception at Bankstown. I remember waking up early to get my hair done especially for the occasion. Geez, and I don't even know these people. The houses around Breakfast Point were like something out of Desperate Housewives, all white picket fences and such. I couldn't help saying well lah dee dah, it was almost a given. The reception was well attended though, and we all got gifts of mood lights of different shapes, like hearts, stars and eggs. There was a girl named Niki who wanted to collect them from unsuspecting tables. I mean, what a bitch.

The Parents.

And that's how I first introduced Vay to my parents, thanks to the simple necessity of attending a wedding. After much arguing, and prodding from Vay, we finally agreed that this would be a good time to introduce him. And surprisingly enough, they seemed to be ok with the whole thing, and it made me wonder what the hell was I worried about in the first place. Now there's a milestone if there ever was one. No man has ever got this far in a relationship with me, but then again, that says alot about Vay...

So I guess that sums up everything that happened in October so far. God, and now for November and December. The things I do for you people.

Are we surprised yet...

I bet you're thinking, after checking my blog for updates: "Well this is shit. She said she'd update, but there's nothing freaking here except some post about how she's making us wait. I HATE when they do that." Why yes, because you can't rush inspiration my friends. Let me assure you, your stalking has not gone to waste.

Where shall I start? If my memory serves me correctly, it was the Friday before last Friday that I had my first experience of going out at night with the boyfriend and living it up. About freaking time I might add. Sure I had to do it under the cover of darkness, but what can you do.

We started off the night with beers at the old V Bar, just to loosen up, and then having a bit of Japanese at a little restaurant called Zen in the back alley known as Central St. Despite the fact it was run by Koreans, it was a beautifully laid out setting that looked the part, and we were served ever so politely by a Korean waitress. We dined on wagyu, which was cooked on the table with the cutest portable bunsen burner I've ever seen, and it was washed down with my first tasting of soju, which apparently tastes like crap if you drink it slowly, but goes down easy if you skol it. A little too easy maybe. It too, was served in a beautiful teapot and tealight shot glasses. Aww, isn't that just the cutest thing? I didn't feel a thing until it was time to belt out solos at Greenbox Karaoke a few blocks up. It cost us $50 per person to get in, being a peak period, and the fact that they were practically packed out. Still, for that princely sum we were given the VIP treatment, in a room overlooking Pitt Street. God we felt like kings! Drunken kings!

As if we weren't inebriated enough, Vay had to go and order a couple of more Coronas? (Dear god my memory's fuzzy these days, I'm not sure if that's what we had at all). A few slurred songs later, Vay was singing his heart out on the catwalk (I've got video evidence I could bribe him with later), and I was dancing like a crazy person around the room. God I bet people on the streets had a few good upskirt shots. Yes indeedy, a good time was had by all.

And another thing: we played a bit of pool at the Shark Hotel. I was a pretty good shot I might add, seeing as I was already a bit "relaxed" with my Pure Blonde and caprioska straight from the bar. You try doing that. That's right, cos you can't.

See, that wasn't so bad was it? Till next time my friends.