Coffee with Sarah...

Okay well, haven't posted anything on here in aages... probably because no one really reads it eh...

But my lovely friend Sarah has inspired me to do the odd post and so here we are..

I had a lovely breakfast and coffee with Miss McAdams today. Twas delicious and cheesy and the coffee was pretty and tasty... And I giggled as Sarah perved on/flirted with the rather sexy lookin barista who put a love heart in her coffee...

So if she reads this anytime soon... Thanks for a fun morning Macadamia :P

Baby Prostitutes...

Hi all...

Its me again... I'm back at uni and it is late and I'm tired, so this will be a short blog.

I have one question to ponder tonight... "Why do twelve year old girls dress like prostitutes?"

I was having coffee at Garden City tonight with Nicole and I noticed that the girls who venture out of their houses on Thursday nights are becoming, well... younger and younger and their skirts get higher and higher... and their tops get tighter and tighter... and I am disgusted by this.

I saw a girl tonight who wore shorts that could easily have passed as underwear and a top that looked like it was made for an infant...I think she was about eleven years old. How could her parents have let her out of the house looking like that...

These girls are parading around like complete sluts and they have only just reached puberty... If you are a parent who lets this happen then I have one thing to say to you....

"YOU ARE A TERRIBLE PARENT, YOUR DAUGHTER IS A CHILD FOR GODS SAKES!!"

Zats all!!

I have been thinking a lot over the last few days because I have been at work alone and no customers have come in.. so I was bored and I let my mind wander.

I have been thinking about getting drunk. Why do people enjoy it so much? I know that the seemingly obvious answer to this would be that we get drunk because we want to escape all of the "grievances" in our lives. We want to numb all that hurts us emotionally. And to that train of thought I say... Fair enough...

Obviously that's why a lot of people get drunk but I definitely think that there is something more to it.

Personally, I do not hate my life and I am not saddened by much on a daily basis and I love the idea of getting absolutely caught up in a whirlwind of tequila shots and cheap champagne on a regular. So, why do I enjoy it so much? Especially with the frequent and unbearable hangovers that follow.

I know is that when I have come to the end of the week I feel stressed and exhausted and usually I can only stand the idea that I have to work on Saturday mornings if there is some prospect of me getting drunk that night. Whether is be a party or clubbing or just playing a drinking game at home with my boy.

And that's not to mention actually being.. wasted. And this brings me to the answer of my question. When I have had one too many I feel euphoric and I have loads of fun because I interact with people more easily. I don't know why but over the last 3 years or so my social skills have been severely stunted and I find myself speechless at times when someone asks me a question or tells me a joke because I just do not know how to respond.

And I realised that when my mind is overcome by copious amounts of alcohol I am more likely to strike up a conversation with person x or person y. I have fun because I talk to old friends and new friends so much more. I am not just a hopeless drunk who drinks aimlessly... I have an end and alcohol is my means...

So I encourage all who drink... ask yourself this one crucial question... Why do i like getting drunk? You may learn something about yourself.

Love... What a dumb topic.

It is currently 12:01,I am typing this because I have come to a realisation. Love is not what most people thinks it is.Love is not soul mates spending eternity together. Love us a brutal force that we must treat with such care because if we do not then love will collapse and tear us to shreds.

The question I have is, why would anyone make themselves vulnerable to that degree of hurt.Think of the chances of love actually lasting. Ask yourself how many times an average person falls in love... Once,twice,ten times?? Imagine all the tears shed each time such a love is destroyed,whether it be because of a break up or a death. Yet, we still seem to get right back on that horse ready for the next failure.

Don't get me wrong,I am currently very much in love and there is nothing about my relationship that indicates it is doomed.I am merely commenting on the vast population who suffer from heartbreak over and over again. Surely such a hurt could not possibly justify the good times? In fact,the good parts of a relationship make the heartbreak even worse, because in those cases it feels like you are losing much much more.

I myself have been in love twice, maybe three times. The first time I was possibly in love I was completely blind, I was so blinded by this love that I did not even realise that my counteroart held no feeling for me. This was the first time I was ever hurt.

The second time I was deeply and definitely in love and because of certain flaws, which I have come to realise were mainly mine, that love was ended. It took me a long time to recover but then I fell back into the arms of love yet again.

And I think this happens because humans would rather accept that they will get hurt, than live a life alone,without anyone to love.This is because true love offers us more than just companionship. It offers us a prospect of an entire future.

As it stands right now, I can't quite remember where I was going when I started writing this blog, what I do know is this... Love,in its purest form is one of the most fantastic and wonderful capacities that humans have developed. It simply does not matter that along with loves comes inevitable heartbreak because love is stronger than any other force that pulls us as humans. We just have to be careful with it. Treat the one you love with complete respect and care and the saying, 'till death to us part' will become a reality.

It is now 12:16... Good Night!!

Public Policy

First let me give you some background on the current situation.

About five months ago I got a job in the public sector, a tribunal which caters for all types of ridiculous disputes. I was lucky enough to find a place to work where my dad also worked and I really did enjoy it. I was thorough, quick friendly and I was making friends. I was told how well I work by my supervisors blah blah blah...

A week ago my boss comes to me and completely out of the blue tells me that after my current casual contract runs out I can no longer work at the tribunal because it is against public policy to employ the offspring of those working higher up. Which at first I could understand...

That was all until today, when In met the girl who would be replacing me...more or less...

What annoyed me was the fact that she could hardly speak english, she couldnt type and she didnt say a word... So you tell me whether it is fair that I, an english speaking,quick typist who already understands the work should lose my job because Im related to someone who works there.And this girl,who will quite certainly fail at the job should get to replace me...

This is not a race issue... I am just upset that I would do a better job than her yet she gets to be the one who works there...

That is all

A blog about blogs...

Ok... heres my problem.. a blog is meant to be your own personal thoughts and feelings...published on the internet for all to see... however... the only people who see it are your friends and so forth.

and most of the time the blog is about them or about something that affects them...

So... can we really be honest in our blogs if we have lovers and friends looking for hidden subtle clues about their own existence....

something to think about....

Holidays

For my first blog I thought I would keep it simple and short. That is why I decided to write about the Holidays...

Now, during any given semester at uni, all I ever thought about was how much I would love to be on holidays. I would stress out about whichever assignment, test or exam I have coming up and I would wish that I could just relax at home.

Well, I am on holidays now and I have officially decided that they are completely overrated and that for some bizarre reason we Romanticise holidays to the point that it becomes such a let down when they arrive, that we just want to be back at school/uni/work...

Which brings me to my next point...

Maybe, just Maybe it is true what they always say. Maybe the grass does always look greener on the other side... it is such a pity because it seems that us as a human race will be condemned to an eternity of miserable hopless wishing that we were doing something else.

That wraps up my very fist blog.. hope you enjoyed it...