I HATE E-TAX

the one night i find time to sit down and do my taxes and i can't bloody remember where i put my HECs stuff. stupid, stupid etax. stupid stupid me for chucking everything everywhere. went to get quotes and stuff with jeannie for new zealand today...i can't remember my head buzzing so much from all the prices and flights and things like that. then went to see cinderella story which so so extremely a bad movie. ok it wasn't bad...but it was worse than princess diaries and that was pretty mediocre. i was kinda hoping it was going to be an okay movie. silly me. i actually got some work done. yippee!! and back to work tomorrow...boo.

olga's adventure in glenroy

had work all day today where i proceeded to unpack millions of linen material clothing. sometimes i quite like the things they bring out...but some things like linen shorts are just hideous. anyway had lunch with kathy at a jap cafe in chinatown...more like i scoffed my food down in the hour break i had. it also might have been the fact that i was starving as well. so buggered after work...then had to drive up to my friend's house in bloody glenroy. the road trip was traumatising, i got lost so many times it was a miracle i got to her house on the same night! did some assignment work, got some yummy mudcake to eat on the way home, and am now home doing nothing. such is life eh? so now i think i should be doing some work...but i can't be bothered. just want to go to sleep. or at least read something then go to sleep. or listen to music and then go to sleep. i think i am over this whole blog business...it makes my head spin a bit because i can't remember the last 12 hours or so of my life. we are going to watch...cinderella story tomorrow...omg i don't know whether i'm more embarrassed about saying that or at the fact that i am actually going to watch something like that. and we're going to book our tickets to NEW ZEALAND tomorrow!!!! hoorah....contiki tour here we come!! we are heading off to the land of hobbits and sheep and tandem bungee jumpingand tattoos. i can't wait!

let's rock and roll...chicken style

Okay so i'm not gonna run through the whole night cos Olga's basically done it for you (look down...her posts' the one in red...) so instead i'm just rather gonna do a continuation of hers...prior to getting ready at my house i actually went to Olga's little corner of the world and visited her little hut...surprised huh?? and all you guys thought she lived with me...don't think my corner of the world is big enough for the both of us punk.

So yep we thought...operative word there THOUGHT...we had learnt our lesson from last years attempt to getting ready for a ball and Olga and i decided to go and actually get ready earlier...didn't happen...then before we knew it Amy came along and we had to now contend with 3 chicks, 1 bathroom and 1 mirror and not enough power points. what does that all equal?? a tag team race in the upper level of my house.

TIME STARTED GETTING READY: 4:30pm
TIME FINISHED GETTING READY: 7:30pm
TIME BALL STARTED: 7:00pm
TIME WE GOT TO THE BALL: 8:00pm

Ever wondered how a chick's brain works?? or even better how 3 macrob chick's brains works?? well half way to Grand Hyatt in the car Olga pipes up and proudly informs everyone that instead of 3 chicks + 1 bathroom + 1 mirror we could have actually used the other bathrooms in my house...go figures about us huh??

Let's see what else did happen last faithful night?? Amy, Olga and I got hit on by a creepy old man, FATTY made an unexpected appearance at the ball (couldn't keep him away from dessert), we did our thing on the dancefloor...which included Olga and I doing our rendition of the chicken dance, Zelda and I left a little surprise on Olga's camera (thanx creepy menswear guy who got confused...), Olga found out that the black dress and colored ribbon look was very popular, Olga finding out that another macrob chick had the same dress as her, I discovered Zelda's fav drink...raspberry vodka's, Amy amassing 22 shotglasses in total and so generously giving some away, the-vu taking pics with chicks who i think he has no idea who they are...go macrob and melb high reunions..they rock

a huge shout out to the following ppl...

• my older bro who magnificently drove like 35km in less than half an hour without breaking the speed limit and who drove us back basically the same way too. p.s. sorry to the 2 poor unsuspecting guys outside Grand Hyatt..he honked you, not us...
• Ali who was brave enough (and probably drunk enough) shake his booty on the dancefloor!!
• the 2 waiters who helped me *steal* some souvniers for Amy (which included more shotglasses for her collection)
• everyone there cos i had a great time
• and the last remaining four of us who got to *sexy pose* with all 22 shotglasses.

i think i'll end it here...

p.s. FATTY....i think it's time we moved on from the training bras...remember gravity is not our friend and judging from what Olga and I saw of your assests at the end of last night we need to help you out pronto!!

crazy banshee woman

am still recovering a bit from IS ball last night. i have to admit it was a lot better than last year's one. don't know if i can be bothered writing up a full thingie from start to finish. oh well i might as well. we got ready at jeannie's house, and in a determined effort to actually get to the place on time this year, we decided to get ready a bit earlier. HAH like that really made a difference. having 3 chicks in the one tiny bathroom crowded around one mirror trying to do their makeup at the same time is really not a good idea. i had a hard time with the bloody curling iron this time round...with the result of looking like a crazy banshee woman. anyway after we all got gussied up and got to the ball (an hour late...good effort)...we discovered half our table hadn't even arrived yet. so much for panic. i really can't be bothered typing out all that happened. in short form? got there, took heaps of photos with...well with everyone. had some ok food, had better drinks (didn't like the waiter who was going to charge me $6.50 for a free drink). danced a bit...had some alco...danced a whole lot more. found out creepy menswear guy was also at ball...spent most of night trying to avoid being seen. apart from the unfortunate incident of annie and jeannie taking my camera and taking a photo with creepy menswear guy, there was little to make my night yucky. giving this night a 7.5 stars out of 10. the music was definitely better than last year...the company was excellent...and the shoes were not painful. except for when my foot got stepped on about 50 million times. OH! i almost forgot that we invented our new "sexy dance"...also known as crazy chicken running man dance. that really got everyone excited! so crazy amy was happy with her 18 or whatever shot glasses, ali was happy that he got to see some (or ALOT!) of amy's cleavage, jeannie was happy with her toyboy army, and everyone else was happy with a little alcohol in their system. so the night finished with us doing nothing for a few hours, then all piling into a double bed and conking out. really exciting. then woke up this morning, got home and took a shower and it was off to kathy's birthday at margo's in crown. and now skip to now where i have really bad sore throat and still coughing. so i think i'll go find some tea or something. wow, it turned out to be a long post after all

Helga's House of Horrors revisited...

Okay first and foremost...now who are you gonna believe (call?? ghostbusters!!), sweet little innocent helga here who wouldn't even hurt a fly or evil pringled fuelled princess hatted olga who has a heart that is impenetratable even by certain fruit described hair man's best efforts?? Yep...knew it all along me!!

So how did this whole saga begin?? well dear children pull up a comfy chair, relax with a soul warming cup of hot choccie and listen up....

"It was the Tues afternoon of the 22nd of Sep 2004, and there i was relaxing comfortably at home when all of a sudden i hear this crackly voice on my mobile..."Coming over" it screeched down the line....and knowing full well who it was i didn't protest...my mistake...so over Olga comes, hacking cough, lack of etiquette and all and begins to do a "test run"....how did it turn out?? well that's just a matter of opinion i shall say...then this sweet little innocent girl decided to do the nice thing and invited her to stay over...Olga preceeded to screech back at me "FEED ME"..."NOW!!!"...so i did...then on to the house of horrors...she INSISTED whilst still screeching at me to do her hair...so i kindly obliged...however her hair was not exactly cooperating with me much so i decided to help it along...Olga's final words to me?? "I BREAK UP WITH YOU" (sorry dan...piney dan...not pinky dan...we knew you were having fun with the mere idea of Olga and I but sadly all good relationships must come to an end at some point..)"

Hey hairdresser never came up in my future career prospects...what did Olga exactly want from me??? I was meant to be a farmer...and for those of you who wrongs me NO MILK FOR YOU!!

So that was the *eventful night...and why is my house a horror?? cos everytime Olga comes over she seems to somehow make a mess and leave it that way for MOI to clean up....oh and by the way i think she wants to let you know that she can take anyone of you guys on...cos she's now a little butch asian chick...and proud of it...go figures....

P.S. Piney Dan?? she really did like *pop* out...off to the pillow fights now!!

olga's traumatic experience

good i get to write my post before jeannie comes on and completely distorts the REAL story. yes i am back complete with hacking cough. nothing really exciting happened for the majority of the day, except i got my pointy black shoes (work purposes of course) and i ate a yummy baked potato. i very much appreciate food at uni because it is so GOOD. all food is good. ok skip to this afternoon, when i got home and TRIED to take a nap (where i got interrupted by about 3 phone calls from work). went over to jeannie's to...i don't know...waste time. ended up staying to have a "test run" with her hair for this bloody IS ball, and i am never doing that again. if you get the chance...really take a close look and see how freaking thick her hair is. i think i did quite a good job with it...considering i used about 50 thousand bobby pins. ok fast forward past dinner (gnocchi with char-grilled vegies...yummy) and CSI miami, where she decides to have a go with my hair. thus we arrive at the traumatic experience. the end product is my head full of disgusting gel spray crap in curls. picture your hair not being washed for a week, and that is what my hair looked and felt like. it really was HELGA'S HOUSE OF HORRORS. WHERE ALL YOUR HORRORS COME TRUE. note to any potential unsuspecting victims out there...if she comes at you with hairspray and a curling iron, chuck her some pringles or something to get her away from you, then run someplace quickly. it took a thorough shampoo and conditioner in my hair and i still don't think i've gotten it all out yet. *shudders*

chai tea

so i've missed a couple of days...at least jeannie has been able to fill in the gaps. yes i am back in my little home with a hacking cough and a really bad headache. must have spent too much time in the company of jeannie. anyway, i am sipping some yummy chai tea...although the teabag type is never as good as the actual loose tea leaves. nothing exciting happened with my day, except i drove up to the ford car factory up in broadmeadows...a place i haven't been...well ever. then it was off to northland to get my new pair of shoes and what happens when i get there? don't have my wallet with me. so all in all, had about half a day of driving and nothing to show for it. quite sad really. and jeannie thinks my pedal pusher and pointy shoe look is very asian. i have a sneaking feeling that i am pushing the border of "acceptable" fashion and downright fob fashion. we'll wait and see eh? at least i can use the excuse that it's for work.
so i'm off to attempt to do some work. emphasis on attempt.

Queen Helga of Genovia

Okay no matter what any of you guys can/will say to me i don't really care but i'm still and most highly likely to forever be a sucker for romantic comedies...there's definately something about a movie that just hooks you into believing that *the perfect guy* actually exists...until the credits end and you leave Hollywood and enter back into the atmosphere of reality...what brought this sudden pesimestic view on the opposite sex?? 7 words..well more like 6 words and 1 number...The Princess Diaries 2 : A Royal Engagement. Haven't seen Cinderella Story (...yet...) but it would have to do pretty damn good for it to earn that half a star more than PD2 by what all those *movie critics* have said.

Anyhoo....the life of Helga continous...okay

• one...shopping for clothes for a guy who you don't really have an idea what their size is can be frustrating
• two...shopping with a *retail expert* who likes and dislikes varying shades of pink can be very very frustrating
• three...shopping with Olga who likes and dislikes varying shades of pink for a guy who you don't really have an idea what their size is is ummmm....an emotion that is indescrible....

To be quite honest...and didn't think i would say this ever cos i love my darlin little fashion capital chaddy in the whole wide world but...chaddy as a fashion capital did not (and geez what a tragedy too) stock enough pink items of clothing for guys. But that's okay...i forgive. That's just the type of person i am.

Freedom has finally ended...parents have returned home...not too happy about the fact that for the second time i have nearly lost my voice (down to a dry rasp..give me a call if you want a *sexy voice* answering back...). And for all those who knew of the living situation...sorry to crush all your fantasies but Olga has returned to her own hut. No more late night weird pringle fuelled chats now...what a pity yeah?? But fear not, we're never that far from trouble.

Second last word from fashion icon Helga...pink is the new black. Last word from Helga...Little Miss and Mr books can have a double meaning that you never would've guessed!! *wink wink Olga*

Helga not feeling so well anymore...

Well after suffering the wrath of Olga last night for continously neglecting her i decided to play nice and take the girls out...so okay it was Jay's 21st b'day and we were *obliged* (you know we love ya Jose!! Happy 21st!!) to attend...so being the extremely nice girl i am i volunteered to be designated driver. And what happened?? I don't even think the girls actually drank an alcoholic drink between them. Oh well met nice people...love ya Danny...i'll divorce Jay anytime for you mate...met new people...and knowing my memory capacity i have probably forgotten them or mixed their names and faces up by now.

Then wonderfully on the way home, Olga, Amy (who refuses to be a viking mistress by the way...) and I decided to hold our own karoke session...how did we do?? Pretty well considering...

• the songs on offer after 8pm on the radio these days...
• Amy not knowing the words to what is now affectionately called *angry songs* (i.e. pop/rock with angst)
• me having close to losing my voice
• Olga..sleeping/making face impressions on my fogged up windows

So anyhoo...i've somehow managed to get myself and the girls home in one piece considering my rather dubious driving skills on the road tonight whilst being on a rather strange Panadol high....so *clap clap* for me...and if you ever need a brilliant navigator cos only god knows how bad my sense of direction is, give Olga a buzz cos she rocks, like a pet.

Sadly as well this is my final day of absolute freedom...parents are coming home in the morning and no more lovely big housie for little girlie...ahhh at least home cooked meal to come home to as well...well actually at least a house to come home to so they should breathe a huge sigh of relieve...and yet i am sick at the same time...irony...somehow i judt don't get it...

Oh final note...how was Jay's 21st?? Wonderful, brillant an absolute blast...and i'm just talking about the man himself and the company...HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY MY WONDERFUL SECOND HUSBAND, MAY WE HAVE MANY MORE BRILLIANT, FUN FILLED YEARS TOGETHER...sadly i think the day where we have to grow up is getting closer...

the wrath of olga

OK so i am replying in a vague attempt to defend myself. i was NOT popping out!! i thought i looked quite hot actually. MUAH HAH HAH HAH!!! yes i admit i was at jeannie's house earlier bored out of my brains, eating two minute noodles that i so graciously cooked for her and what does the bugger do? goes and posts some incriminating stuff up, and then proceeds to tarnish my spotless reputation! i have no life. i have spent monday night, wednesday night, and tonight at her house. i can't even recognise my own room anymore..and soon will not be my room. people coming to inspect our house tomorrow *sniffles* goodbye to child hood room.
YEEHA i have the weekend off...it feels so good not to work. speaking of work...*shivers* yes i am spineless, i did not shut down this creepy menswear guy like i said i would. ALTHOUGH i did give a vague "whenever" which is not a 'yes' nor a 'no'!!
i'm really wondering who the hell reads this stuff jeannie. and if i pop out of clothes, jeannie sure as hell gets stuck in a lot of them. i feel like an emergeny fashion worker whenever i go out shopping with her. she decides to try something on a size too small, consequently gets stuck in it. THEN desperately calls out to her wonder woman (ME) to come save her. it's lucky i can't see well without my glasses. i've lost count of the times i've had to come in and literally roll a top up and off her. well, they say you can never get too close to your friends. look at my first blog...so pretty! stay tuned for the next adventures of the sleepover club. from butch asian one with manly voice.

Olga being in denial about her *size*

Tonight was sincerley one for the sore eyes....Anne is over at my house currently and is going through my wardrobe...why?? cos she's in denial about how big she really is!! nah she's gonna kill me but hey if i'm going i might as well leave a lasting reminder behind...all be it about Anne..so back to the sore eyes commotion...here's the jist of it...

My parents have left me the house cos they're overseas at the moment and me being the darlin baby of the family is being constantly worried about even from like 7346km away...so to put to rest their fears that their darlin baby is still alive and the house is not burning down i've invited friends over as witnesses that i am actually capable of looking after myself..so that explains why Anne's actually over..now to the trying on clothes part...actually i don't really know..that's something Anne has to explain herself. But anyhoo....so Anne finds my 2003 IS ball dress and she tries it on...and well we all know what Anne's best assests are and the dress is a rather low-cut-cleavage-revealing dress and so i'm all sure you can picture what happened next...funny stuff i tell ya..funny stuff.

What else happened today?? Nothing much except that i was slightly too lazy and ahum *sick* to go into uni so my holidays actually started early...and hey my house is clean..CLEAN I TELL YOU!!! You have no idea how amazing that fact actually is....

Look at MOI!!!

Well hello there big boy....ohh look how special we are...we created a blog...just like what...250,000,000 other people in this big wide and blue world of ours...so first things first let's have some intros....cos there's lots of us around...who are we you ask?? well listen up dear folks...1. i am ME!!!! who am i?? well i'm 5'10 blonde, blue-eyed and big busted!! why you ask?? cos i'm a proud scandinavian viking mistress!! and i also go by several names..for example...

• Helga...viking mistress (don't ask...)
• Little White One (annie was being mean that day...)
• Supa J!! (shaz was being nice that day cos i saved her life...)
• Right boob (or if anne's feeling lazy just right boo)

Feel free to add to the list...
Well i can always go on and on about me cos i know what a fascinating topic i am...but here's anne...

Well it's actually me Jeannie still cos Anne isn't actually physically here with me cos she's getting in touch with her spirtual side...so what can i say about darlin anne...ummm ummm...hang on to your horsies!! have to think...*thinking music*...well Anne's nice. She's also known as Olga...much like the big green thing under the bridge scaring little children away...anyway my brain hurts so here's Shaz..

Well actually it's still me Jeannie cos Shaz is feeling lazy...who's Shaz?? she's another viking mistress...FRIDA!!!!!!!!!! sorry POPPIN FRIDA...she likes to pop. *POP* i personally think shaz is nuts but hey that's just my opinion....she also wants you to know she's a princess...PRINCESS POOPOOHEAD...here's annie...

Well actually it's not annie...its still me Jeannie cos annie isn't actually here and she's lazy (shaz's input there!!) so i'm just gonna make some stuff up about her that is the complete truth no matter how much she denies it...she's also a viking mistress (there's lots of us around...listen out for our war cry or us beating at our chests or both at the same time...)..she's ZELDA...and she's also Queen of all PooPooHeads so she expects you to bow down and kiss her ass....and shaz too...

okay now you're probably wondering why there's like 4 colors on the one blog...that's because its easier to figure out who's writing what...GREEN = JEANNIE, RED=ANNE, BLUE=SHAZ, ORANGE=ANNIE...so on that note have fun getting to know us and our ever fascinating days of our lives and...BLOG AWAY!!!!!