More like two weeks ago, but .. Two weeks ago I celebrated my 19th birthday. I was told by one of my good friends, to spend the last few minutes of my 18th year doing something special. I had about 13 minutes to quickly do something spontaneous and outrageous. The best I could think of was dancing with my music on full blast in the kitchen, waiting for that clock to strike midnight. What a way to spend my last few minutes being 18. That was just the start...
Well technically no, the Wednesday before my birthday, specifically the 14th of April, my work mates organized a little get together, cake, movie night. It made my day considering, I had an exam to do during the day. But pretty much I got to Westpoint (yes I am officially a Blacktown bum now) and hung around a bit with one of my ex-workmates, actually two of my ex-workmates and my manager. Around 6 when they all finished work, all my work mates stayed behind to see my blow my cake out. They are seriously the nicest people EVER! I've been there for only 5 months and they did something that nice for me =).
April 16. Yes, I was back in Westpoint bumming with the same workmates, but that wasn't the highlight of my night. SUPAFEST SUPAFEST SUPAFEST!!! FUCKING BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE!!!!
Jay Sean, random boy in a turban dancing with Eve on stage, Pitbull, Akon, confetti, me half passing out during Sean Paul, watching drunk little teenies dancing hardout to Akon, hundreds of people chanting Akon and happy birthday (oh yeah I share the same birthday as Akon, HOW AWESOME!!!), it was officially the best night of my life.
April 17. I went out for dinner with my high school friends in the city at Hurricanes. NICEST RIBS EVER!!! LOL, I tried my first taste of sangria. Not bad, I must say. Then again I'm not a red wine type of person. It was really nice to finally catch up with my high school friends. I've missed them so much, and with all the little dramas that went down, I was happy to see everyone still one big family.
Yesterday I got a book in the mail from my workmates (repeat, those people are some of the most amazing people on the EARTH!). The book had all these little messages from my closest friends at work and pictures of the 5 months that I had spent with them. Mum was watching me read the book over and over again, and she laughed because I was starting to get all teary.
That one week was honestly, the best and most memorable birthday of my life =) .. thank you to everyone that shared the week with me
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Apr 28, 2010
Apr 15, 2010
Date Night- A Review
I went to watch Date Night yesterday with my work mates. And it was quiet a hassle to choose between this movie or How To Train Your Dragon which I have been hearing so much about. But considering it was for my birthday I chose Date Night =P.
So in brief, Date Night is about a suburban couple, the Fosters who wish to step out of their normal boring routine of potato skins and steak, waking up at 5am to make breakfast for their two kids and book clubs about girls have their periods in the desert. And they step out of the norm by going out to dinner in the big city of Manhattan at "The Claw" by obvioulsy taking someone else's reservations, which is frequently frowned upon throughout the movie by numerous people.
Alright, I expected this movie to be pretty funny. I mean Tina Fey and Steve Carell are big comedic names. Saturday Night Live? Like hello? Its stand-up comedy so you assume it's going to be a funny movie. I thought it was pretty funny. Not exceptionally funny, but funny enough to make my sides hurt every now and then. Then again I spent most of the movie laughing at my friend next to me laugh at almost EVERYTHING!
The D.A is pretty funny. His sick minded views and the broom, high-larious. Mark Wahlberg just reminded me so much of Taylor Lautner in New Moon, half naked in almost every scene. Well actually, every time he was shown in the movie, he was half naked. It was funny to see Steve Carell continuously ask Mark Wahlber to put on a shirt. All I could think of was New Moon spoof's =P.
There was one scene in the movie that made me feel awkward. Tina Fey and Steve Carell were sitting in the hot AUDI car (*droool*) and they were talking about how they managed to get stuck in this rut of steak and potato skins and how their friends were broken up, and classified each other as "excellent room-mates". The entire scene just seemed off and out of place. I kept thinking to myself, WHAT THE F***? Don't know, maybe because I've never really seen them play such a lovey-dovey role or a "serious" role. I just felt strange about it all.
Anyway, my rating ... 3 corn chips =D
So in brief, Date Night is about a suburban couple, the Fosters who wish to step out of their normal boring routine of potato skins and steak, waking up at 5am to make breakfast for their two kids and book clubs about girls have their periods in the desert. And they step out of the norm by going out to dinner in the big city of Manhattan at "The Claw" by obvioulsy taking someone else's reservations, which is frequently frowned upon throughout the movie by numerous people.
Alright, I expected this movie to be pretty funny. I mean Tina Fey and Steve Carell are big comedic names. Saturday Night Live? Like hello? Its stand-up comedy so you assume it's going to be a funny movie. I thought it was pretty funny. Not exceptionally funny, but funny enough to make my sides hurt every now and then. Then again I spent most of the movie laughing at my friend next to me laugh at almost EVERYTHING!
The D.A is pretty funny. His sick minded views and the broom, high-larious. Mark Wahlberg just reminded me so much of Taylor Lautner in New Moon, half naked in almost every scene. Well actually, every time he was shown in the movie, he was half naked. It was funny to see Steve Carell continuously ask Mark Wahlber to put on a shirt. All I could think of was New Moon spoof's =P.
There was one scene in the movie that made me feel awkward. Tina Fey and Steve Carell were sitting in the hot AUDI car (*droool*) and they were talking about how they managed to get stuck in this rut of steak and potato skins and how their friends were broken up, and classified each other as "excellent room-mates". The entire scene just seemed off and out of place. I kept thinking to myself, WHAT THE F***? Don't know, maybe because I've never really seen them play such a lovey-dovey role or a "serious" role. I just felt strange about it all.
Anyway, my rating ... 3 corn chips =D
Apr 1, 2010
Whoever wants to know...
Lately, I've been asked what I want for my birthday, and as cliche as it is, I just wanna spend it with my friends and family. I get to see Jay Sean on my birthday, and thats about the only thing I'm looking forward to =P. But to anyone who asks and is reading this, I'll end the confusion .. Here's a "small" list of suggestions...
- I'm trying to collect different classic books such as Alice in Wonderland, Dracula, Peter Pan, that kind of thing (F.Y.I: I already have those books =P)
- I've been getting int watching a lot of series lately, however I've been trying to find certain series I know I can rewatch over and over again, any suggestions? (I'm thinking of rewatching the O.C and starting 30 Rock, or even some of the old-school series like Family Matters and Two Guys A Girl and a Pizza Place)
- I'm the biggest movie junkie .. so any movie will do, just gotta make sure I don't have it already =D
- I love sentimental things, photo collages, messages, that type of thing. And getting surprised on my birthday ;)
- Love big things ;) .. big rings, big earrings
- Love the whole hippie vibe type of fashion these days
- I tend to break my possessions a lot, and the latest thing I broke were my iPhone headphones =(, I know .. it's sad, well I need new ones anyway .. hint hint*
Feb 21, 2010
Amyyypoooo's Birthday
Friday night was FABULOUS! I love going out with my Red Rooster buddies. We always seem to end up at Playtime for some reason =P, either way we had an awesome night.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMYYYYPOOO!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMYYYYPOOO!!!
Jan 31, 2010
Another birthday
I love celebrating birthdays. There's just something joyous about birthdays that I love. Even if it isn't mine, I'm the type of person who loves to give. Then again I don't know how to save my money =P. But, I love giving presents to someone on their special day.
Yesterday, well technically today was my managers birthday. Now I know what your thinking, why would I go out to dinner with my manager to celebrate her birthday? Doesn't she have family or something to celebrate it with? Well, we are family in a way. Yes, it's corny but most of us (Red Rooster employees) realised last night, that we are WAY too close to one another. Someone pointed out it was creepy, but I think it's cute. I'm only really close to a couple of people at work, but stil, I count them as family. And my manager is like the mummy. It's kinda funny.
Anyway, we ended up eating at the workers club (yeah I know right) and heading off to playtime. Highlight of my night, gift opening ;). My other manager, as a joke, gave my manager a vibrator. Yellow to be exact ;). We may be the closest Red Rooster, but I think we're also the dirtiest Red Rooster =P. People talking about how long things are, people constantly moaning, several sexual references every hour, it's disgusting! But either way, it's funny =).
Anyway....
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARCELLE =D
Nov 7, 2009
The great escape
On the 5th of November 2009, six friends (including myself) experienced the most, frightening, exhilirating and best day of our lives (not literally, but you get the point).
The scene begins searching for a restaurant for my dear friends 19th birthday. After wasting our time and the waiters time in City Extra we settle for the Italian restaurant nearby named Silician. The place has a homely feeling about it. The smell of Italian food fills the air, the aura of everyone there. In front of us are these old ladies sitting and reminisce about the "good ole' times" and behind is are a family of five enjoying a nice dinner out. Despite the fact that there is some sort of pole dancing class upstairs, the atmosphere was amazing. The waiters; exceptional (in more ways than one), the food; BELLISSIMO, overall it was a lovely night sipping on wine (my first taste of wine) and laughing endlessly about life.
10.24pm, after the end to our feast, we venture back to the carpark. It was bad enough the carpark looked like it was on the wrong side of the neighbourhood and we were stuck in it, but after pressing the elevator button to send us upstairs and to the cars, we realise the carpark closes 8pm. We check the front and to our surprise, the gates have been locked. Panic rushes through each and every one of us, especially our youngest friend who still has one more HSC exam to go before freedom, highly ironic that it is an Italian exam.
Each of us stare at one another hoping we come up with some sort of idea to get the gate open. ALAS! A sign which says if we require assistance with taking our cars out, we must call this number and pay a fee of $100. Most of us begin to speculate the shifty-ness out this situation. Out of pure curiosity, I begin strolling around, hoping there is some sort of way out of this mess without paying the $100 fee. There is an intercom on one of the large pillars near the gate, not thinking I press the button and walk away, thinking it is some sort of alarm. Two seconds later ...
Hello?
An intercom! We are halfway there, not really. We each look at one another again, no one knows what is going on. We press the button once more, the same voice talks...
Hello?
Someone who can possibly save us. The voice is very difficult to co-operate with.
Yes, hello, we have cars stuck in this carpark, could you please open the gate for us so we can go home?
Voice: I'm sorry I cannot do that.
Why not?
Voice: because I am in the control room and the only people who can open the gates are the security.
Then can we please call the security to open the gates for us please?
Voice: I'm sorry they are asleep.
Excuse but there something you need to understand, we are six 18 year old's who need to get home right away. We have a curfew which is 11pm and if we do not get home by this time, we are in great risk of being fined by the police. So could you please bend the rules for us, just once.
Voice: I'm sorry I cannot do anything, its out of my control.
Okay so what do you have to do to get our cars out?
Voice: You need to pay the fee of $100 to get your cars out, and you must pay by credit card.
Okay, my name is ________ _________ and my mobile is __________.
Voice: and your credit card number?
Wait, what company do you work for?
Voice: I am in the control room
We know that, but what is the name of the company you work for?
Voice: I am in the control room
Alright, what's your name then?
Voice: I am not authorized to give out that information.
Okay then we need to get two cars out.
Voice: then that will cost you $200.
After about half an hour of negotiating that the sign by the gate says only $100 fee, not $100 per car, I again begin to stroll around. Our youngest friend calls her father who just so happens to work for a security company and knows nothing about this company, "Secure". Another sign indicating the shifty-ness of this situation. I hang onto the gate hoping something would miraculously happen as dear birthday boy deliberates with the mentally challenged fellow on the other end of the intercom. ALAS! The lock. The lock was suscipously left unlocked, thank goodness! I unlock the gate and open it, everyone looks slightly happier and with the adrenaline running through our system, we dash to our cars, three in each car and attempt to escape this hell. That was until obstacle one. How to get out with everyway shut off. Cars cannot fit in the gaps between parking spots or between the boomgates.
Attempt one, try to get out by lifting the boomgate. As two of our friends attempt to lift it, the same voice appears from the ticket machine
I wouldn't do that if i were you.
Creepy much? It was like some sort of Saw, crazy shit! Someone notices security cameras. "Hoods up" is our immediate reaction. As another friend acts as look-out he notices two strange people parked outside the carpark and entering the building.
SECURITY!!! RUN!!!
Six adults running crazily around the car park trying to find a new way to get out. As the drivers decide, maybe we should pay for our tickets? Miraculously the machine is on and the man on the intercom speaks once more...
Your license registration has been recorded on camera and if you break anything you shall be named liable.
Eager to get out, the driver waves goodbye and drives off in a rush out of the carpark with the others right behind. As we run back to the cars outside two of the people which were thought to be security enter, and we notice a thrid car in the distance.
Is that your car?
No.
Strange. I wait by the gate for the final car to drive past, leave it unlocked for the random strangers. FREEDOM! That is until I fall down on the slippery floor, flat on my ass. What an exit. We get back into the cars and speed the hell out of Parramatta. And that is the end of that chapter.
To anyone who reads this, DO NOT, I plead, DO NOT park your car in Parramatta, Hunter Street carpark. DO NOT!!!!
The scene begins searching for a restaurant for my dear friends 19th birthday. After wasting our time and the waiters time in City Extra we settle for the Italian restaurant nearby named Silician. The place has a homely feeling about it. The smell of Italian food fills the air, the aura of everyone there. In front of us are these old ladies sitting and reminisce about the "good ole' times" and behind is are a family of five enjoying a nice dinner out. Despite the fact that there is some sort of pole dancing class upstairs, the atmosphere was amazing. The waiters; exceptional (in more ways than one), the food; BELLISSIMO, overall it was a lovely night sipping on wine (my first taste of wine) and laughing endlessly about life.
10.24pm, after the end to our feast, we venture back to the carpark. It was bad enough the carpark looked like it was on the wrong side of the neighbourhood and we were stuck in it, but after pressing the elevator button to send us upstairs and to the cars, we realise the carpark closes 8pm. We check the front and to our surprise, the gates have been locked. Panic rushes through each and every one of us, especially our youngest friend who still has one more HSC exam to go before freedom, highly ironic that it is an Italian exam.
Each of us stare at one another hoping we come up with some sort of idea to get the gate open. ALAS! A sign which says if we require assistance with taking our cars out, we must call this number and pay a fee of $100. Most of us begin to speculate the shifty-ness out this situation. Out of pure curiosity, I begin strolling around, hoping there is some sort of way out of this mess without paying the $100 fee. There is an intercom on one of the large pillars near the gate, not thinking I press the button and walk away, thinking it is some sort of alarm. Two seconds later ...
Hello?
An intercom! We are halfway there, not really. We each look at one another again, no one knows what is going on. We press the button once more, the same voice talks...
Hello?
Someone who can possibly save us. The voice is very difficult to co-operate with.
Yes, hello, we have cars stuck in this carpark, could you please open the gate for us so we can go home?
Voice: I'm sorry I cannot do that.
Why not?
Voice: because I am in the control room and the only people who can open the gates are the security.
Then can we please call the security to open the gates for us please?
Voice: I'm sorry they are asleep.
Excuse but there something you need to understand, we are six 18 year old's who need to get home right away. We have a curfew which is 11pm and if we do not get home by this time, we are in great risk of being fined by the police. So could you please bend the rules for us, just once.
Voice: I'm sorry I cannot do anything, its out of my control.
Okay so what do you have to do to get our cars out?
Voice: You need to pay the fee of $100 to get your cars out, and you must pay by credit card.
Okay, my name is ________ _________ and my mobile is __________.
Voice: and your credit card number?
Wait, what company do you work for?
Voice: I am in the control room
We know that, but what is the name of the company you work for?
Voice: I am in the control room
Alright, what's your name then?
Voice: I am not authorized to give out that information.
Okay then we need to get two cars out.
Voice: then that will cost you $200.
After about half an hour of negotiating that the sign by the gate says only $100 fee, not $100 per car, I again begin to stroll around. Our youngest friend calls her father who just so happens to work for a security company and knows nothing about this company, "Secure". Another sign indicating the shifty-ness of this situation. I hang onto the gate hoping something would miraculously happen as dear birthday boy deliberates with the mentally challenged fellow on the other end of the intercom. ALAS! The lock. The lock was suscipously left unlocked, thank goodness! I unlock the gate and open it, everyone looks slightly happier and with the adrenaline running through our system, we dash to our cars, three in each car and attempt to escape this hell. That was until obstacle one. How to get out with everyway shut off. Cars cannot fit in the gaps between parking spots or between the boomgates.
Attempt one, try to get out by lifting the boomgate. As two of our friends attempt to lift it, the same voice appears from the ticket machine
I wouldn't do that if i were you.
Creepy much? It was like some sort of Saw, crazy shit! Someone notices security cameras. "Hoods up" is our immediate reaction. As another friend acts as look-out he notices two strange people parked outside the carpark and entering the building.
SECURITY!!! RUN!!!
Six adults running crazily around the car park trying to find a new way to get out. As the drivers decide, maybe we should pay for our tickets? Miraculously the machine is on and the man on the intercom speaks once more...
Your license registration has been recorded on camera and if you break anything you shall be named liable.
Eager to get out, the driver waves goodbye and drives off in a rush out of the carpark with the others right behind. As we run back to the cars outside two of the people which were thought to be security enter, and we notice a thrid car in the distance.
Is that your car?
No.
Strange. I wait by the gate for the final car to drive past, leave it unlocked for the random strangers. FREEDOM! That is until I fall down on the slippery floor, flat on my ass. What an exit. We get back into the cars and speed the hell out of Parramatta. And that is the end of that chapter.
To anyone who reads this, DO NOT, I plead, DO NOT park your car in Parramatta, Hunter Street carpark. DO NOT!!!!
Sep 11, 2009
Cesar's birthday =)
Last Saturday couple of mates and I went to celebrate one of my closest friends birthday, CESAR COMISSI. Yeah, just an awesome night with my friends, being a rebel without a cause. Pretty much it was Blacktown station, Granville Station, Town Hall, Chinese Laundry, Maccas, Bar 333, Chinese Laundry, Maccas, Karaoke ;), Maccas, KFC and home.
Then last Friday was our little "soiree". Beef hearts and fish .. yummy, seriously I'm not joking here. You have to set aside the fact that it's beef heart and just eat it, I'm just thankful it wasn't guinea pigs, no offence Cesar =P.
Then there was Mat's birthday. I bought him fish =). I name the white one Ma-Ti after the "Heart" planeteer, who lacks any special powers, just the ability to continually get captured and talk to animals. Unfortunately, it died before i actually gave it to him. Poor thing, it had like a Nemo style fin, except it was the Caudal fin not the Pectoral fin =(. For you non-animal scientists Caudal fin is the massive fin at the back, and Pectoral fin is the ones on the side, the deformed one that Nemo has. Man i love throwing these words around.
Aug 21, 2009
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Yesterday, i completely forgot one of the most special events in my life. No exaggeration. From all the excitement of meeting up with my friends, shopping around Parra, planning people's weddings and reminiscing about schoolies, life back in Year 12 and other eventful moments in our lives, i completely forgot a special birthday .. So,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEN BARNES!!!!
That is all =D
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEN BARNES!!!!
That is all =D
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