bobos forever
here's a riddle for you all...what do you get when you mix dead duck, xbox, soppy love songs and a navy tie together?(tick)(tock)(tick)(tock)(tick)(tock)(tick)(tock)...olga's weekend!
and a one...two...THREE!
peak hour traffic is the worst. the only thing worse than peak hour traffic is sitting IN peak hour traffic with your petrol light flashing orange at you and your bladder pleading for a toilet.
the end of an era
farewell to esprit (13 days ago). farewell to staff discount. farewell to working horrific christmas hours. it really is the end of an era. four years of slogging it out and what did i come away with? a shocking hangover from our delayed christmas drinks (the night of my last shift...how fitting)...a hell of a lot of esprit gear...and maybe some small quantity of fashion sense.so in the spirit of starting anew, i have gone into a fit of madness and spring-cleaned my wardrobe. as a result i managed to purge most of my wardrobe of esprit clothing. an achievement i would say!
hop, skip and a jump!
due to overwhelming lack of response to last week's post...i've decided to post another one. rather sad that it has dwindled down to a post a week when it used to be daily...but oh well. we must work with what we have.i kept meaning to post stuff about my travel revelations, but never got round to it. so this is my rather delayed, rather blurry post trip reflections.well...i'll start with the obvious. i backpacked it solo and i got heaps of horrified reactions, questions, horror stories, blah blah blah. but there were those people who thought it was a cool thing to do that required lots of balls (which was hard because i don't have any). an epiphany occurred to me halfway through my trip about this...when you travel on your own, you could be whoever you wanted to be. doctor...stewardess...porn star. anything really. because who would ever know otherwise? (don't worry i didn't pretend to be any of these things...porn star maybe hehe) ANYWAY, it got me to thinking about how different it would have been to have a travelling partner. a friend who maybe has known you a while. then the dynamics change. instead of meeting someone and being able to define yourself as you are...you're defined by the person you're travelling with. you are defined by the very friendship you have with travel buddy X. how long you've known each other, things you know about each other, where you're headed in life. it becomes intertwined in conversations you have with people really. then that tiny part of you that got overlapped doesn't come out. some things you just don't tend to say in front of your friends, no matter how long you've known them.to travel or not to travel solo. that's the question. it wouldn't have been better or worse. just different.
cha cha cha
why hello there! inspiration and a partially debilitating headache has sparked inspiration for a post on this sadly fading blog. the thought occurred to me through the fog clouding my brain. we all give and receive advice from our friends. be it advice about relationships, jobs, clothing choices, the right facial cleanser, everything really. but what struck me was...has it all become a bit too self righteous?when a friend comes to us in their need for a sensible ear, does that give us the right to bandy about our own opinion of what we would do in such a situation? well of course it does...but sometimes the help seeker just needs someone to hear them out. unfortunately a person in a vulnerable situation will take any advice that comes floating their way, without taking the time to really think about whether it is what they want. even if the advice is literally being forced upon them. anything to hang on to that ever fading sense of control. ok so i'm being a bit melodramatic. but it happens.now i am one amongst the many who hand out advice like freebies at the train station...but find it all too hard to swallow said advice. i wondered if this was a sign of hypocrisy, inaction, contradiction. i guess it feeds into that old cliche...all talk and no action.maybe it's about time to take action. enough with this talk business. it hurts my head.
terminator
i am back from the dead. well i think it's that movie that has some reference to that...so it seems vikers x 4 has dwindled to vikers x 2. long live olga and helga!okay here's some memorable 2006 from me...- having to endure bust-ups, bitch fights and what not, turning to my boy for some bitching and having to end up calling olga in europe to get the actual bitching i needed
- hanging onto boy for nearly 1 year (9 days and counting..olga remember this? 11 months x0 or whatever cutesy thing)
- hearing about a certain friends "boo boo". twice. once in treasury gardens (yuck) and another in the toilets (double yuck)
- borrowing "the perfect man" for olga's b'day sleepover bash, then getting drunk, and falling asleep straight away.
- saying adieu to olga to europe
- using 3 international calls to call olga in europe
- a friend of vikers getting a ticket from the cops. the first of anyone of us to actually be caught doing one of the many, many bad things we have racked up over the years
- hearing olga blubber on from the notebook and nearly running out of tissues before half way through the movie
- hearing olga quote life advice from sex and the city
- hearing olga fall in love with a guy from gilmore girls
- having olga rip open 4 out of 5 brand new gilmore girls dvds bought by me
- being dumped by boy for guitar hero
- having to walk around being the envy of many boys in chadstone carrying guitar hero
- being called "posh" by olga for getting an oroton present (you're just jealous!!)
- having a REAL not a so called PRETEND tiff with olga. we didn't talk to each other for a week. yes people it actually happened.
- ending the REAL tiff cos errr....we needed to sort some "things" out
- introducing olga to roast kitchen in kew. the. best. f-ing. roasts. and. mash. potato
- finding spud bar.
- eating way too many yum cha's
- having a trip to sydney with the lovely boy and trying in vain to tempt him to stare at half naked girls. and then him being incredibly sweet, saying i'm the only one that does it for him
- finding out me, helga, can have an incredibly jealous streak
- putting olga through an incredibly tormenting time whilst i, helga, was going through incredibly jealous streak
- finding summer job that hopefully leads to full-time worksies!
it's been a year certainly. and i will not let this blog die. unfortunately they've (work) has firewalled such sites....and crosswords too. bugger.and now onto 2007! no doubt olga, we're gonna rock it just like all our other years.
salut 2007
so here we are in another year. what adventures wait for the slowly dwindling viking mistresses?
