*ahem* *cough* *ahem*

http://antantantant.myphotoalbum.com/

So this is the album that I did a mega-update of. Oh my.

I just recently discovered the most fantastic place in Brisbane- Archives Fine Books. Just down the road from my new place of work, I walked in after being invited by one of my coolest customers. It really was love at first sight- and I wandered aisles and aisles and aisles of beautiful books. It rekindled my old love of reading, and after some not so endless wandering my eyes spotted The Book of Leaves. Totally out there, fucking fantastic. Very intellectual, and very random, the most 'connected' book of horror that I've ever read. Awesome. Find it now!!

Abbreviation

I've been sooo slack. But here we go- a mega photoalbum update :D

Taste and Smell

The more you read the less you know sometimes. They say that both are associated with memory and this deeply affects how you taste... but I just bit into Lindt 70% cocoa and the first thought that popped into my mind was... NISSAN BEEF RAMEN.

ok, I give up.

Outpourings of Emotion in Neat Little Packages

..and I don't quite want to live through it again but between now and the last post-

Ingrid left Australia

My dear floorball superstar, so wonderful and funny and kind went back to the Netherlands and I miss her drinking antics. We should have gotten way way way drunker far far far more often. Cheers :)

Petra left Australia

The sister that I never had was here, back, here and back again. What a whirlwind, I'm missing her heaps and this last goodbye had far more impact compared to the last one.

Still missing- Bronwyn and Adriaan- The champion Canadians, so awesome and so friendly. It turns out Bronwyn's friend Nick is also a coffeegeek to the umph degree.

Break for a day- No, then yes to May- It's been past four months with my sushi burrito. The Bad Things between us have been worked out and are continually being worked out. There have been quite a lot of tumultuous times and while the dust is still settling, the hard times are behind us. She's out of Ipswich, and that's just the beginning.

New friends- Sheilind & Mary-Cris: May's new housemate and his partner. Dwellings, pyrotechnics, lots of good food and lots of good company.

I'm a slack bitch-

What can I say-

I'll elaborate on many other very important details very soon, but it's been damned hectic. All I can say right now is, fuck it's a lot of fun to be me.

:)

I wonder..

what this woman says at dinner parties when people ask her what she does for a living.

http://www.abc.net.au/science/news/stories/s822336.htm

Sunday Mornings

Once upon a time, May and I shared a magical Sunday morning. Breakfast together, walking to work together in the crisp morning, greeting the foggy headed strollers intent on exercise, and the corny romantic masterstroke- playing the song sunday morning as we did it.

There's a flip-side Sunday to compare now.

But after the near tireless efforts that I put in, I came in at 10am cautious and extraodinarily tired. More dead than alive I was still buoyed by good news for my beloved. A long story short, two people with vastly different personalities clashed, both have astonishingly similar tales of A,B,C,D and the ultimate sacrifice on the altar of hospitality- "affects service". I tried to play the role of mediator and had managed to convince partyA to come to the table, but didn't have the ability to convince partyB to do the same since there were some major trust issues involved.

But on Sunday, I'd persuaded one to talk rather than quit, to reveal her side of the coin and to give our honcho the chance to preside over the issue. Personally I would have preferred a long drawn out mediation and forced them to sort it out. But since that (or a boxing ring) only works on guys, the separation approach was pursued. It's a shame that this had to occur, since originally the three of us were friends and we'd go out for drinks together. Now there are clear lines drawn in the sand and it's up to the other party to show her maturity. I hope there's a light at the end of the tunnel for everybody.

Some days

I have this feeling every now and then, that there's a quiet before the storm, or a fantastic peace before everything goes to shit in my corner of the world. I want to be involved, I want to make everyone work together and make everyone be happy together. But fuck, I need people to bring down their barriers, and be totally truthful with me. I thought that we'd made promises to each other about that. But I was mistaken. That hurts, really hurts. I don't want ulterior motives, I don't want people putting on faces with me. I just want the bare naked truth.

all you can do is think about a person's situation and try and help them.
all you want to do is keep trying to persuade them to hear everything you say
all you want is for both sides to cut each other some slack
all you need is for her to believe in herself and not take the blame for everything
all you have is one table, and the need for all parties involved to step up, sit down and work through issues

Sometimes everyone just needs to get fucking drunk, stoned, wasted next to each other and make a lot of wholehearted confessions and get on with it. Forgive, and makeup. It's something that we tell a lot of kids when they have fights in the playground or in preschool. But we seem to forget that a bit as we grow older. That's super sad, it's not the way things should be.

I got drunk tonight, with friends who are very concerned and it was great. The sad thing is, that's the last memory they will have of me in person because this is the last time they are in Brisbane.