Scribbling down some rushed directions from whereis.com.au I headed out the door in a myriad of coughs and sneezes. I had recently come down with a cold. As a result of my illness I was granted the day off work to rest and recouperate.

Well, that was the idea my supervisor had in mind...

I had other plans. I wasn't going to let a thing like leaking sinuses and acute headaches stop me from what I had planned to do.

What was supposed to be a simple 11 minute drive around Sydney turned into an hour-long foray through the hearts of the cbd. Somehow I ended up lost in Redfern, not a place I'd really like to find myself while alone. The street directory provided some minor assistance and after what felt like an enternity in my sick, stuffy little head, I pulled into the parking lot of my destination. .. only to discover that there was a train station with regular trains running directly to the door of the shop I had trekked out to find. Next time, I decided, I'd use public transport.

Crossing the street I found the store I had been eagerly awaiting to enter. Irwin's Violins.
Gingerly I pushed through the glass door to find myself in a room filled with different models, sizes and colours of violins. There was a man, a luthier, working behind the counter at a dusty table examining the strings of a violin. He looked up and smiled kindly as I approached...

He was extremely helpful and so very friendly. He helped me pick out a violin that I liked and gladly played it for me so I could hear it's sound. He gave me a mini lesson on how to hold the instrument and helped me pick out a shoulder rest that I felt comfortable with. He gave me my choice of carry cases to go with the violin and added a rosin at no extra cost. He demonstrated how to pack it all away in the case and supplied me the books I had written on a list in my clammy hands.

I do so hope that I did not pass on the cold to him.

When I told him my name he told me it was a very promising name for a young aspiring violinist. Apparently there was a family of luthiers by the name of Hill that have been renoun for their quality of violins for the past 100 years. Additionally, there was an amazing violinist by the name of Ruggiero Ricci.

I paid for my purchases and bade him a friendly farewell. He wished me luck and I was on my way, my beautiful new instrument in hand.

The violin is a romanian one made by Gliga. It has a dark stained 'antiqued' finish that is absolutely gorgeous. The case is black with a soft, deep burgundy velvet lining. it really is a beautiful instrument.

Yes, I have pictures, though the pictures are poor quality and do not capture the colours well at all.



I will be starting lessons in a week or two, depending on how quickly my health improves. I have had a little play around with it and for someone who has held a violin for a total of 5minutes, I don't sound half bad.

Just owning the instrument makes me feel like a better person. It feels like a whole new element, a whole new depth, has been added to who I am. I can only imagine how amazing I will feel when I begin learning how to properly play the instrument. To make it sing and dance.

I'm very excited. If only I wasn't so sick I could enjoy this moment a little more.

Hand cramping from an hour or so play of Guitar Hero II, I decided to go poke a stick at the internet and see what it spat back at me.

Ah, the good old internet. So reliable. I was far from dissapointed.

The internet is a wonderful place. It allows people throughout the entire globe to spread their knowledge, all for the betterment of mankind (or so we are led to believe). What do I love best about the internet? It doesn't descriminate against morons. Every thick-skulled, slow-thinking, stinking braindead moron that has access to a computer and a modem is free to spread their stupidty around the internet for the world toread. Stupidity is a very contaigious disase and 80% of people are too mentally defunct as it is to realise that 90% of the tripe they read on their pc's is a load of utter crap. So the condition spreads. Yes I made those statistics up.

Morons read websites created by morons and after a certain quota of moronic crap is soaked into their plebian skull, their Moron Level increases. This causes a visible shrinkage of both hemispheres of the brain, though the shrinkage may or may not be equal for both sides, and thusly limits further their alredy limited capacity to think, function and exist on a basic human level.

godhgatesgoths.com - A parent's guide to the sinister and violent gothic subculture.

Oh, this would be good. A poorly designed and executed website created by over zealous religious biggots attempting to harness the maxxxtreme powers of the internets in an attempt to convince dim-witted parent's their children are all going to hell because they wear black clothing.

I love stupid people.

This site has it all. Emotively written paragraphs brimming with false statistical 'information', outlandish assumptions pulled out of thin air, and various quotes from some reverands claiming that goths were more dangerous to children the phaedophiles. Nice to se the church has their priorities straight. All with the sole intent of scaring impressionable parents into fearing for their child's life.

In this century of terrorism and drugs, parents have enough to worry about when raising their children. Lets add GOTH to the list of life-threatening worries.

The 'information' on the site is so far from the truth that I almost, for a fleeting nano-second, thought it may be a joke. A site set up by some people thinking they were being funny. Cause, ya know, the internet doesn't descriminate against those types of people either.

I said: almost.

Unfortunately, people really are this stupid.

My favourite page on this waste of webspace would have to be the Survivor's Stories page.
"The following are real tales of abuse and survival from victims of the sinister gothic subculture."

Real stories of goth subculture, eh?

Unfortunately there is only one story, and it reads... well... I'm not sure how to explain it really. I'd place it somewhere between a 5yr old attempting to write a horror story and a creepy 13yr olds sexual fantasy.

On second thought, it reads like a repressed catholic boy's sexual fantasies about being lured to the dark side, being 'forced' into performing all the sick, disgusting acts he secretly yearns to enact, then being 'rescued' like the little fag princess he most likely is by the all powerful and fearsom god almighty. Oh, don't take my word for it. Read it for yourself:

"One day a gothic guy started talking to me, i never had any friends so i was very flattered although a little wary...He gave me a black eyeliner and black lipstick and told me to wear them. That's how it all began.

When i contacted him next he arranged for me to come over to his home, and this was the first time i was to meet his master. Make no mistake, RG, these Gothic predators are all around us. I know it sounds quite insane, but i felt him hypnotising me with his eyes. That night i was taken back to his masters house to be initiated into their dark and sordid world. There i was branded and the master spat in my mouth and told me i was one of them now. I was lead down to the basement where there were dozens of other Gothic children living in dirt and sleeping in coffins made of wood. There the children took it in turns to analy rape me, even the girls. They put metal all over my face and pierced me all over my body, even on my ass. They put a dog collar on me and said i was one of them now. Peer pressure and brainwashing had me like a lamb to the slaughter, dude.

After the first week living with his master my studies began slipping. And it wasnt long before i began rebelling because of all the sick ideas he put into my head. I wanted to shoot all my classmates. I would bark and yell in class and shout profanities. I cut holes in my Brandon Lee poster and fucked him in the eyes. Once i even took a shit on my desk. I was soon expelled from school for trying to summon the devil in math.

The Gothic Master of our tribe, there are over 1000 different gothic tribes in every state btw, had us running in packs stealing from shops to fund the evil and violent goth empire and fund his drug habit. We all sat around in filth every night playing bauhaus records backwards and sharing dirty syringes. Out of our faces on drugs and drinking each others blood and urine, all of us clothed in leather and 'gay bondage clothes'. "

A brilliant example of pure moron-ery.
Yes everyone, goth is all that and more. I'm serious. It really, really is. Well, he did forget to mention that goths like to hold hands while they anally rape each other, but all the rest is really really real.

This site even has merchandising.



Yes. That does say "Goths are worthess cunts".
What a good natured group of christian parents they are.

The site is full of mind-numbingly retarded .. stuff written...

'Stuff'. What is 'stuff'. Oh christ the retardedness of it all.. is it catching?

I've given the morons more limelight then they deserve. Lets move onto more mundane, everyday things for a moment.

Matt decided to purchase new webhosting for Thymia, so that will be back up with the next few weeks. Undecided what we are going to do with the webspace exactly, but I'm sure he has something planned.

Furniture shopping this weekend. Thorwing out all our old furniture and buying a heap of new, prettier things. Excitment! A futon so friends won't have to crash on our floor/bean bag anymore after a heavy night of rooftop goonery and general debauchery.

We've decided Alaska will be our holiday destintion this year. Although I'd really love to go see the Shinto shrines in Japan or Stone Henge in England, Matthew wants to go look at the ice in Alaska, so that is what we shall be doing.

I begin violin lessons in the next two weeks. I found a local teacher with her own studio. She has a long record of teaching positions at prestige schools within sydney and alot of qualifications, so she should work out well. With her help, I've decided on buying a Gliga Gems II 4/4 violin. Well, I'm pretty sure thats the one I will go for. Everyone seems to agree on Gliga being a great brand for student set-ups. The violin will set me back over $650 alone. I'm dying to get my grubby little hands on it and screech out some poorly formed notes.

Horse riding in 2 weekends time - if I can convince a certain hobbit friend of mine to stop being a poor piker.

Work is work. Office shifts, annoying customers, annoyinger staff. (Yes I know I made that word up)

Thats about it for now. I need to pick Matt up from the train station. Buh-bye.

On the 18th this month it was officially Matthew's and mine 5th year together.

Five years. It seems such a long time yet still seems so short.
I recall our first year together. The exciting awkwardness; gingerly holding each other's hand; clumsy, innocent kisses and all the tender embraces. It feels like another life. Almost like a dream. Those memories still bring a smile to my face.

Five years.

These days the clumsy uncertainty we once had when in each others presence has been replaced with a strong confidence and trust. A beautiful sense of contentment and security. Having someone to stand beside you as you face everything the world can throw at you.

It's been a long road to reach the stage we are at now and we've been through quite a bit. We were very young when we began our journey together and we still are young and have a long way to go in this life yet. I'm glad that everything I've gone through I've gone through with Matthew.

For our 5th anniversary I gave Matthew a stained-wood Zen Sand Garden (help him relax after work and inspire his music creation) and a simple silver band with the words "I Eat Cat" engraved on the inside to wear on the chain I brought him for an anniversary a few years go.

"I Eat Cat" is a phrase from our first 3 months together. Wanting to express how much we cared for each other but still unsure about saying "I Love You". Sitting on the train between Wollongong and Sydney, Matthew tenderly holding my hand and looking into my eyes. Softly he spoke.. "You know those three words?". I was nervous and unsure so fished for the first three words I could pull out of my mind.. "I eat cat?" followed by a small nervous laugh. He smiled and for a while our way of expressing our love for each other was to say "I eat cat".

I love the look of the ring on his chain. Close to his heart, yet still on display.

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Matthew went to alot of trouble to spoil me for our special occasion. It was absolutely wonderful. He can be so very thoughtful.

He phoned work and convinced them to let me finish early for the night (Saturday night).
He had booked a night at the executive 24th level of the Swissotel in the Sydney CBD. The view was amazing, being so high up. I loved it.
As I entered the room I found soft romantic music playing and a single red rose on the small table at the entrance. Overjoyed I gently picked it up, turning to face the rest of the room.

I was greeted with an amazingly beautiful scene. The bed was covered with bright red roses, arranged in a giant heart shape. In their center were 5 long stemmed pink roses and a beautifully wrapped box of Darrel Lea chocolates.






I was speechless and overwhelmed. It was one of the most romantic things he's done for me. He came up behind me and hugged me tightly, kissing my neck softly. I pulled out my mobile (my new Nokia N73 smartphone) and took a few snaps, wanting to remember this forever. I found out later that Matthew had recorded my reaction with his new mobile (Nokia N91 smartphone, we got them about a week ago and are in love with them. They are seriously sexy and packed full of features)


An extremly expensive seafood resturant (near $200 bill just for us 2) was to follow, then a naughty night in the hotel room that may or may not have involved a shower together ^.-

The next morning we rose early (early for us is 8am) and went for a morning dip in the spa. This was followed by breakfast in the Executive Lounge (that only those staying on the executive level had access to).

Then he suprised me with the days activites. He had booked me in for an hour long swiss de-stress massage at the Amrita Day-spa.
That was simply amazing. My entire body was massaged. I could feel my muscles melt under the masseus' touch. My shoulders, neck, back, lower back, thighs, calves, arms, hands, fingers, front of my shoulders and front of my thighs and shins. It was amazing.

The entire weekend was amazing.

After the relaxing time spent at the day spa, he took me for a stroll through Chinatown, we went for a ride on the Monorail around Sydney (that was before the day spa) and then he took me to the Art Gallery of NSW. They had alot of contemporary art there which honestly didn't appeal to me much, but they did have a large collection of asian peices and old english works, which facinated me. The detail and the effects the artists of old were able to create is remarkable.

I especially loved the old portraits of important noblemen and women and reading the brief information on their history.

After the gallery we headed home where we spent the rest of the evening sweltering in the summer heat.










He is my knight in shiney armour. Always has been, always will be.

Happy new year everyone. I hope you all had a wonderful time seeing in the new year. I know I did. Activites for me involved a big party on the roof complete with an amazing view of the Sydney fireworks (Did I mention they were amazing?) followed by multiplayer party games in the apartment, such as Guitar Hero, SingStar and an Elite Beat Agents showdown on the DS's. Lots of alcohol, lots of food, and my home made pyrotechnics (read: I blew up the balcony) made for an amazing night.

For me, the new year period has always been a time to reflect upon the achievments and lessons learned of the passing year and my new goals for the year just beginning. I'd have to say this is the first time I can say I reached majority of my 2006 goals and am set up to achieve a great many things for 2007.

At the beggining of 2006

I was living in a dumpy apartment in Warrawong, unhappy, in severe depression and very fat. I had a job I felt was going nowhere and a life I felt was going nowhere. It was a pretty dark period in my life.

My 2006 New years Resolutions consisted of:
- Losing weight (specifcally: Atmost, being around 75kgs by Christmas): This was a goal I had set myself every year, and everyear failed to properly realise. At the start of 2006 I weighed in at a massive 102kgs. As far as I know, my healthy weight range should be 60-64kgs.

- Getting the hell out of Warrawong (specifically: moving to Sydney): I hated where I was living. We were only meant to be there for a short period, however we ended up living there for 2 years. It was a horrible cheap apartment. Great for building a renting history, but not for living in for an extended period of time.

- Getting a better job (specifically: office work): The Woolworths store I was working for was giving me minimal hours, treating me like shit and not allowing me to move to the areas of the store I felt were best for me. It was a going-nowhere job and I hated it.

- Improve my self-image (specifically: stop hating myself/take some pride in my appearance): Can't feel great about yourself when you spend your time with messy hair, horrid skin and too afraid to put on clothes because you hate the look of yourself in them.

- Build a substantial savings account (specifically: $10,000) : I really feel it is important to have some money put aside in the event that if something bad does happen, you have money to fall back on. There was some savings, but it wasn't what I considered a safe amount to have.

How did those goals fare during 2006?

- I'm now 26kgs lighter!
- We have a beautiful Sydney apartment, perfect for entertaining friends.
- Although I still work for the same company, my position has changed to include frequent office work.
- I feel alot more comfortable in my skin these days.
- A nice little sum in the bank to fall back on if something ever goes amiss.

I'd say 2006 went pretty darn well.
Bonuses of the year include meeting some great, great people, learning alot about myself and others, experiencing some new and interesting things and improving my relationship with Matthew. yeah I know, thats not very fleshed out, but some things still remain: like my bad blog writing skeelz.

2007
My goals this year include (In no particular order):
- Dropping the last remaining bit of weight
- Moving completely into office work
- Build upon the savings account further ($15 000 - $20 000 would be nice)
- Investing in shares
- Taking up photography once again
- Learning Violin (there is a guy near me who teaches for a small fee)
- Going overseas (Preferably England or Japan)
- Enjoy, have fun, let go and be free.

That covers it pretty much. I expect good things to come of this year. I hope everyone's 2007 turns out great!

Have a fun and be safe!

Merry Christmas everyone!
I hope you all have a safe and wonderful holiday season!!

Hope you all got wonderful, thoughtful gifts and that the family gatherings don't go over so bad.

Matthew got me ..

SWORDS!!!!

Woot!

3 of them!

Except everytime I start slashing them around and jabbing at him he gets angry at me :(
What good are stabby swords if I can not stabby anything?

Well, HAVE A GREAT DAY GUYS AND GALS!!

Nothing much to report. Still feeling rather brain dead. I plan to enrol in a few courses next semester but I'm not sure I can wait til then. In the meantime, to excersize my mind, i've decided eah week I'll randomly pick a subject and write an essay on it. This will excersize my brain, I might pick up some useless or handy information, and it'll give me something maybe slightly interesting to post about in my blog. I'll aim for 1 a week. Pick a topic on Mondya, have it done by Sunday. Sounds good to me. lets see if I actually do it >.>

Alright. in the spirit of spooky and since Halowwen is comming up and we are hosting a halloween party next weekend, I'll write an essay on the who, where, what, when, ect of Halloween. Sounds good to me.

Work is work. Life is grand. Matthew is as sweet as honey. My apartment needs to be cleaned and creepy old men are still hitting on me at work.

Oh. This is a transcript of a conversaion I had with Matt the other day. It contains the horror story that I cbf re-typing, so I'll cheat and c&p the transcript.

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Aillith: You there?
I had a full leg wax. I discovered what true sadism is.
I've never had such a painful leg wax in my life, imagine this: 2 short asian women standing over you as you lie before them on a bed they get unheated wax and drag it slowly over you skin. This itself is pure agony, it doesn't slide on smoothly like hot wax. oh no, this poorly heted crap grabs your flesh and tries to tear it off giggling, the two girls then take a long strip of cloth and instead of gently rubbing it into your leg they half pummel it onto your leg, smiling in their cute little asian way, these girls then take the end and slowly, oh so agonisingly slowly they beging to peel it off your skin. you can feel every single hair in your leg screaming as they are torn out one by one

I bit my lip hard and supress cries of pain as the girl giggled, taking the half-heated wax and starting anothr strip. This went on for some time til i had flip over, lying on my stomach, i could feather light touches brushing against my ass as these little witches once more dragged cooled wax up my inner thigh. I was seriously waiting for one of them to suddenly sprout tentacles when they started parting my legs to get in between my thighs.

Matt: man

Aillith: when i first went in she was all "Oh WOW WOW" and I was like "I know, there's alot. I haven't been in a while" and she is like "no, this so EASY."

"I get right into roots! wow this so good! this realy good! like this all the time!"

Matt: argh

Aillith: later on, after she started torturing me, she was like "you not in hurry?". I little peice of me cried for death at that stage


Matt: YES IN HURRY. ME WANT GET AWAY FROM PAIN

Aillith: She even use tweezers. ;; it was like having needles slowly inserted into your flesh at random inveals over my legs and after all that, she missed spots >.>

Seriously I think the horridness of shaving might be better then ever going through that again.

EVER

Matt: god

Aillith: It has never been so painful. Not even the first time was that painful. it was horrid. I survived that, i swear I could go a full brazillian and not experience as much pain

I half expected them to pull a syringe out of somehwere, jab me with it and then wake up chained in a wax torture chamber for the rest of my life
It was not a nice or comforting thought :(

I asked her how long hair to be before I can have it rewaxed. She said "Long" "This is good. Come back when like this again" I was thinking "COME BACK? NEVAR"

They must have been enjoying themselves, they even tried waxing my toeNAILS. It was a horrid feeling. felt like my nail wante to be ripped off

THAT IS HOW DEMENTED THEY WERE MY GOD DAMN FUCKING TOE NAILS

I'd sit up to watch they were doing and they'd be like "no no, you lay down, good girl, lay down" I was thinking if they brought in some big muscly hairy guy with chains named Bubba to kidnap me, I'd was ready to take him down

When i left, there were three of them, standing in a little semi-cricle, all staring at me, giggling and grinning and waving goodbye

evil nasty wenches

Matt: now that you have your legs waxed i'll just want to lay in bed with you all weekend

Aillith: rofl you'll be too busy on teh pc

Matt: no way

Aillith: my ass is hairy :(. All my hair seems to be getting darker the older I get. I might get that foam hair dissolver tonight and burn it off

Matt: we should both get our arses waxed and bleached, it'd be worth it. try it

Aillith: rofl yeah, but man, not at Diamond Nails ;s Can we go somewhere less... sadistic?

Matt: lol, of course

Aillith: It was pure, sheer, torture in it's purest form. i would have told them anythng they had wanted to know, right then and there, even if I didn't know it
OH GOD THE BITCH DREW BLOOD
I found a little red bleeding dot on my upper thigh ;;

Matt: :'( >.

I'm too astounded to actually post anything that will end up coherent. This past week has been grate, this past weekend has just been so fucking amazing. I can't begin to describe right now exactly how god damned freaking awsome things are right now. I'm still reeling with giddyness. Maybe when I manage to recollect my senses I might be able to type something coherent expkaining exactly what has happened to make me feel so over the moon. I'm not just over the moon. I'm out past Pluto. I'm waaay out there. God damned freaking awsome.

The blackmage may be back in Vana'diel for a little while. With Haloween fast approaching, the adventurers of Vana'diel are once again preparing for the Harvest Festival. This years event sees everyone traking down some ghosts of dead evil witches known as 'The Dark Lillies' that have been terrorising the citizens.


Witches, in a world full of mages, what will they think of next?

One of the special event items is apparently a type of witches hat, most likely styled after the ultra cool blackmage hat. So Aillith will likely be comming out of hiding and rejoining the world of Vana'diel for the Harvest Festival. Can't resist special event items XD

This friday (20th October) is Matt's birfday. Hapee birfday Mattycakes!

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Ok, not sure where that came from...

ONWARDS with the entry!

Anyways, the same night there is a goon meet up at Luna Park, so hopefully I'll be going and riding funky rides while being completely smashed. I bet they don't let drunk people on rides though. I'll have to do my very very best to act sober.

Been psychotically, derangedly happy lately. Perhaps its the lack of sleep.

I find myself lying in bed of a night, unable to sleep. I spend my time watching Matt as he sleeps and poking him everynow and then, or jumping on him and hugging him. He doesn't wake up, but he is remarkably responsive while asleep.

If I brush my hand against his, he will entwine his fingers around my hand and give it a small squeeze. If I whisper "hug me", he rolls over and hugs me tightly. If I get too hot it only tkes a slight shrug of my shoulders and he will roll back over to the other side of the bed. If my face gets close enough to his, he leans forward and kisses me. All this while he remains fast asleep. I find it cute, endearing and amazing.
When we first started dating I could barely enter the room without him waking up with a jump.

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Oh, the pics on this site are so gorgeous. PonZi
It makes me think of Tim Burton's style.

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Phoned mum today. She's doing exceptionally well. Wins a place in basically every singing competition she enters. Recently was in a recording studio doing songs for a cd. Her band is aparently going great and she's learnt the guitar. She's broadened her style to include songs not country now.

I'll be seeing her next when we go down to my sister's engagement party on the 11th of next month.

Right now, I really don't remember where one day ended and the other began or which night was what. I'm sure I'll be able to sort out the jumlbe in my head when the mist clears away.

Closed up the office Saturday night. Nothing out of the ordinary. Locked the safe, locked the security doors and went on my merry way home. Matthew was having some of his goon buddies over for drinks on the roof. Raced home, changed into jeans and a casual black spaghettie strap top then went to pick the first of the goons up from railway station. Conveniently additional alcohol in form of cheap and nasty vodka and some scotch. Can you see where this is going now?

We spent most the night on the rooftop, drinking, telling stories and jokes I now no longer remember, and throwing about poi. As usual it didn't take more then a few drinks to see me well on my way to happyland. I think there was a food run down to the Subway and McDonald's below us for some late night/early morning feed. Then it was back to the roof. At some point in time the others left and it was down to Matthew, Adam, Chris and myself.

The drinking and frivolities continued until both Matthew and Adam were pretty much passed out. This was approximately 5am and Chris and I both had the unfortunate luck of needing to be at work by 6am. Neither of us had any sleep and I was still reeling with tipsyness.

So I opened the office tired and slightly on the wrong side of sober. It was funny at first, until the last of the alcohol left my system. Then it became painful. My shift was only 7hrs. Poor Chris had a 12hr shift to work. I was practically sleeping by the office phone and everytime it would ring, I'd slam my hand down and answer it in what must have been pretty bad phone manners. Diana, the service supervisor, thought it was a good old laugh. It was mostly her who phone me in the office, so no worries there.

With the bank upgrades, the EFT's didn't balance out correctly and I had to call Anna in to go through it all. She finally decided that 'this is silly. You girls don't have any proper training at all. Even Reema wouldn't know how to fix a problem like this because they won't give me the time to train you. They make me just shove you in here to work blindly. I'll have to really talk to them about that.'

Some decent training would be nice. Anna showed me some additional things to do in the office that I hadn't been shown before. Logging sales reports, checking inventories, ect.

I managed somehow to survive the day and by 2:30-ish hit the sack. I had approximately 3hrs of interrupted sleep. I'm still feeling pretty out of it, sleep deprivation wise. I forgot to check my roster for next week. Oops.

Overall: Drunken fun times. Still a hangover virgin. Very, very tired.

New layout. It's very... pink.
I was browsing through livejournal and found they added a new layout section filled with some funky looking new layouts. It's a little more livelier then the boring coloured squares atleast. See, there are pink hill things! See! SEE!? PINK! OH GOD SO MUCH PINK!

*ahem* Ok. It was a toss up between this pink monster or some other layout that made me think of my grandma's kitchen back in the late 80's. I almost went with grandma's kitchen. Retro flower motif and all. Decided to go overly pink instead. No real reason, maybe it's because I've seen so many pink promotional products lately in support of the Breast Cancer Research Foundation... or it could just be a completely random decision made at spur of the moment timing.

Revamping the layout turned into revamping the entire blog. Profile, links, posts, those ugly little smiley mood things. All sorts of things were altered to suit whatever mood I was feeling as I altered them.

So, there you have it. My new theme... for now.

Had my hair and nails done today. Nice hair style, however still not sure about it. My nails are simply divine. Last time I had them done the end results were less then satisfactory. I can honestly say I am very much in love with the job they done of them this time around. Elegantly styled french tips in a square finish.

Work is... work. Not much to say about it really. It's usually the same routine every night. Slightly brain numbing, though I'm having a pleasant time doing the office relief for Cc while she is in Vietnam.

It occured to me sometime during this week, can't quite pinpoint the exact moment it dawned on me, that the end of the year is fast approaching. It only feels like last week I was in the middle of winter struggling with that horrid fluthing that likes to leave me sitting on the brink of agonising, snotty death.

Amazing how quickly time can pass without us really noticing.

Pondering over the events of the past year, those events that I can remember atleast, I've come to realise that I've learnt quite alot. Not knowledge like how to do a change order or a cash pickup in the office. More like profound admonitions regarding life and all things related to it. What I find most self-fulfilling is that I have taken these events and allowed myself to learn from them. Rather then blocking out or trying to hide from any bad, I have found myself embracing it as much as the good. There is alot to be learned from each situation and this has fuelled the growth of who I am and who I am becomming.

I could list some of my newfound awareness of life and how it functions, however I feel these tidbits are all personal insights into a life that is definitavely me. What applies to me and my world doesn't necessarily fit into the jig-saw lives of those around me. It's my own personal learning curve.

I've become a much stronger, more stable and willfull person then the me of one year ago.
The changes seem to be comming at an increased pace. It excites me to think what new challenges the next few months may bring.

Can only take one day at a time.

In the meantime... Let's vogue! Vogue, vogue... vogue... Good times :)