People are so clever sometimes..

So I was randomly browsing the interweb today and I found myself looking through art sites and blogs and I came across some sik as art pieces. Check it.

Literally hand painting! Heaps more from here.

*sigh. the talented and weird make me happy :)

Waste not, want not.

Defs some interesting characters at this place - there's one fellow (happy/spaced out/walks-on-his-toes sort of fellow), for instance, who has an incessant need to print something out every half hour or so, walk into someone else's office to use their stapler and then take it straight to the recycle bin.

Why? no idea.

We're keeping a tally of how many times he does this per day in addition to how many times he walks past... we've placed bets amongst ourselves... unethical but amusing.

Yesterday someone jammed a large bit of cardboard in the recycle slot to mess with his head... I watched him proceed to force his bit of paper in.. poor guy, it really frustrated him... we giggled in the adjacent office... he gave up and left it sitting on top of the bin.



On another note, this workplace can't seem to get my name.. I started with Heidi and have somehow ended up with Mackenzie....

The perfection of a tulip*

Third day into my new job and I don't quite know what to make of it just yet... the people are lovely, some eccentric, one possibly bi-polaric... and of course there's an office nerd, a Jew, a chick in slacks and pink chucks, the "with its".... diverse indeed.

and work flow? slow at the moment... but that's boring, who wants to read about that. I do need to personalise my desk though, its looking as interesting as a brick wall on a gloomy day.

Boring. Need a day like the one pictured below:

Feeling the need to do something crazy very soon.

*Please note: the title of this blog entry has no relevance whatsoever with the actual blog entry.

Jasmine.

Last night we talked. We walked and we talked about him, life, love and ourselves. But mainly we spoke about Jake and you opened up, how much you love him and need him. The things he would do for you and say to you. The texts he would send but get all shy when you asked him to say them to your face. We acknowledged that it's always easier writing your true feelings rather than saying them. The more raw your feelings, the harder it is to say them...

That's why I'm writing this post to you Jasmine. I'm pouring what's real and close to my heart onto the keyboard because it's easier saying it in my head than to your face. But if I've learnt anything this weekend and from this tragedy it's to let those dearest to you know how you feel about them. So this is it:

I believe wholeheartedly that you need Jake and that you want to be with him where he is but I need you. I need you to talk to, to cry with, I need you to egg me on when I'm being inappropriate, I need you to tease me when I do things out of character. I need you to throw my advice back at me. I need you to be the little sister that needs me. I need you to keep all my secrets, to listen to all my insecurities and not laugh at them, I need you to give me advice in the areas you know I have less experience with, matters of the heart.

I need you to give me some of your pain, to take my strength and use it to combat this heartache.

Jake hasn't left you, he's in your heart. But you're here with me, with your mother, your sister, your family and everyone else who loves you and needs you. And you're in our heart.

You are a devastatingly beautiful spirit and one of the core people in my life. I love you baby girl.

This is for Jake. RIP.

 

Just because I feel like I haven't complained enough lately..

What is the POINT in being sister to a "rockstar" (pffft) if I can't even score free tickets to his own bloomin' show?! I had to purchase, PURCHASE, tickets using my hard-earned-sweat-on-brow l'argent. There is something very wrong here. Indeed.

I want to speak to Management.

Note to self: do not dedicate a song to a friend when they're going through tough times only to see the song performed live with said friend.

Imogen was amazing as usual :)

Letters to nobody.

Dear 12-yr girl with your butt cheeks literally hanging out of your short shorts,

1. Has your mother seen what you're wearing?

2. Don't you have some books to colour or something?

Sincerely,

Me

Dear boss of 4 more weeks,

You're not making it hard for me to leave you.

Sincerely,

Me

Dear Imogen Heap,

I'm seeing you tonight. You won't disappoint me and I will most likely tear up again (like the loser I am) because of your brilliancy.

Sincerely,

Me

Dear "the office racist",

Be careful, the black boy is behind you.

Sincerely,

Me

The men in my life.

You've already heard about my father, he hasn't changed a dot. There was a good one (when I say 'good' I mean awkward) last night from him - there I was, sitting at the kitchen table tracing plans for my sister, earphones in, singing aloud to Toto, "Gorgy Porgy pudding pie, kissed the girls and made them cry, yeah!" as you do, when he calls out from the lounge room:

"Kissed the girls and made them cry?? Come on, girls never cried when I kissed them!"

"ew dad, as if!"

"I don't remember that happening... they were always pleased.. don't know what planet those blokes look like they're from"

Please dad, you wannabe stud muffin, keep it to yourself.

Just found out too (via fb) that this man, this balding, 61 year old man has just dyed his hair. Number one, I mean, what hair? Number two, your 61, you're allowed to be grey and number three, he's always been anti dying hair (he's been grey since his mid 30s) so why why why whyyyyyyyyy now?? Quote: "people progress. they're views change after a while" - yes well, OBVIOUSLY. Who is this man?!

Oh but I haven't told you about my little brother, have I? This boy, genius that he is, is quite the comedian/politically incorrect-at-times-shallow type person.

This is him during the walk from the car into the house in the rain:

"ew! I hate frogs! They have no purpose. They could at least get plastic surgery so they can look at least half decent!"

and this:

"When my toast pops up, butter and nigga (vegemite) it up. Thanks darl"

"N" word alert. One day he's going to get bashed.

the pot of gold...

Apres la pluie, le beau temps.

God is good. All things falling into their rightful place. I can see the sunshine through the storm clouds.

love and peace xx

I don't find it particularly LOL worthy but I am constantly entertained by him prancing around his blue tights.

oh Rowan.