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| Sunday, May 27th, 2007 | | 10:08 pm |
I think i'm ready to come home now. Thats all. | | Friday, May 11th, 2007 | | 11:42 pm |
What goes around....
A friend of mine once told me in highschool that in a previous life i must have been an imp. I'm not really - but i do seem to enjoy taking it upon myself to dole out karma. Out of laziness, i take the bus home from work everyday cuz it drops me off at my front door. Now i know i should rollerblade home from work considering it takes just as long and might help combat wobbly gut syndrome, but i enjoy checking out the weird londoners after a long day at work. Everyone knows that bus no. 7 is a notorious playground for circus freaks. Seeing that it passes my way, i always wait for it after a particularly long day at work in the hope of some free light entertainment. Rumour has it that one of its regulars rubs one out every night on the security the cameras with a 'you're welcome' wink; another is known to treat the back row on the upper deck as public urinals. But no urban legend can trump this creature i met the other day. I was sitting in the back row of number 7, frustratingly losing yet another round of tekken on my PSP. A surprisingly articulate string of turrets must have kicked in because the little child sitting opposite me was sheepishly hurried away by a disapproving mother. *shurgs* I just sniffed and went back to my PSP. I remembered sniffing because i also remembered violently sneezing for what seemed like an eternity afterwards - my nose irritated by a pungent, indescribable perfume; CHEAP perfume. No sooner had i turned disgustingly to locate the culprit did a large black mass come swooping by me and sat opposite. This shrivelled old prune - dressed in all black and a headscarf - was unapologetically snorting away herself as she plonked down directly in front of me - evidently allergic to her own perfume that smelt like someone has just shoved a thousand crushed lavenders up your nostril. Without giving me time to process this offensive attack on all senses, she grunts at me with a crooked finger and said "can you.... MOVE.... *points to feet*...... so i can....". I didn't know what she wanted but i shoved over. With a speed that suggested routine, her shoes fell to the ground as her sweaty bunions were propped on the newly vacated seat beside me oh-so-proudly. i wanted to vomit. Concentrate on your game martin, concentrate. After a few more rounds, i started to detached from the horror that was throbbing beside me - either that or the perfume was now making me lose consciousness. In fact it was growing so much stronger that i thought i was starting to see spots - blurred little white dots floating down in my peripheral vision. But no, i looked up to where the blurred little white dots were and i realized they were chunks of KFC serviettes dumped and forming a pile on the floor. Apparently the perfume was making her sniffling so much she had to take out her stash from her handbag and blow her nose every thirty seconds and just DUMP THEM ON THE GROUND IN FRONT OF HER before having to reach for another. Now I'm not the only person in the row and being british, they ignored this hideous display. But as time went on the perfume just got stronger and stronger (while the pile of soiled tissues just got larger and larger) the others were forced to make more and more muttered tuts and sat making indignant faces to nobody in particular. The trip went on and people started to move away in droves, but the perfume seem to have diluted and everyone got a little more used to it. Her sniffles began to die down and she was more easily ignored. Until she started muttering and chanting under her breath - I think she was swearing in arabic. Now what was i supposed to do - i ask you dear reader. Was i just meant to sit there and exchange indignant glances and rolled eyes with the other passengers? If the journey was any longer i might have, or if i have been in the country for a longer period of time. But i was pissed off and i wasn't just gonna sit there. The bus started to pull into a stop and I gathered my shopping from under the pile of moist tissues as i stood up. There was already a crowd of people at the door eager to escape what now smells like the perfume section of a department store and as soon as the doors opened we gushed out and desperately gasped for fresh air. As the bus pulled away, I saw her merrily adding tissues to the pile and muttering. I walked towards the bin at the bus stop and chuckled impishly as they hit the bottom of the bin and made a satisfying 'PLONK'. I wish i could see her face when she realized that someone has taken her shoes. *grins* Current Mood:  amused | | Tuesday, May 1st, 2007 | | 10:14 pm |
OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD, MY FIRST COMMERCIAL IS ONLINE!!!! it's so cheezy!!!!!!!! i wouldn't shut up and the acting is weak... BUT.... MY COMMERCIAL'S UP!!! judge for yourselves at http://www.coffeeperfection.com/coffee-moments.php!!!!!PS. i'll post more interesting stuff up later. I only just got internet back at home :) Current Mood:  indescribable | | Tuesday, April 10th, 2007 | | 12:04 pm |
22....
I'm 22 today.... why does that scare me a little? :S Current Mood:  on sugar | | Monday, April 2nd, 2007 | | 5:49 pm |
I'm gonna be POP!-u-lar
Ok, really quick post cuz i'm so excited and don't have internet at home at the moment (don't ask) but... I'VE JUST GOT MY FIRST JOB AS AN ACTOR!!! It's a little role in an online web-commercial and all i get is £50 plus expenses and food and stuff for the day but I'M GONNA BE IN A COMMERCIAL!!! so excited. Will let you know how it goes!! YAY!!!! Current Mood: ecstatic | | Thursday, February 22nd, 2007 | | 12:58 pm |
| | Saturday, February 10th, 2007 | | 5:03 pm |
Love thy neighbour....
You know the feeling when you're on the nightbus after some drinks and giggles with friends and you know yours is the next stop? You're sobering up, the flurecent light has been giving you a headache for the past hour and you're pretty sure if the drunk in the corner catches your eye again he's going to think it's an invitation to strike up a conversation. But absentmindedly you look out the front and suddenly see it - your little bus booth is just one traffic light away. You strut up the aisle towards the door and press the button to hear the satisfying 'ding' as the 'Bus Stopping' sign lights up. An hour ago you were standing outside totenham court road on the first night of the winter snows and have been freezing your ass off waiting for what seemed like ages. But all that is now ancient history - in just a moment you will step out of this miserable bus, walk 30 seconds to your front door and there you will be - home with a nice warm double bed and favourite teddy bear just waiting to be snuggled. The night's been fun but you just wanna crash and now the journey that seemed endless is over. You take a deep breath and give a big sigh of satisfaction. Then it hits you. You have left your only set of housekeys at the office cuz they were annoying jangling in your pocket and you were too lazy to put them back in your bag. Instead, you put them in your top drawer and say you'll rememeber it for later. Well did you? No. It is still sitting in your top drawer in your now completely locked up office. and do you have keys to that office? no. Ever had that feeling!? that feeling of dread when you realize your evening is far from over? Well I have. That was wednesday night. I knew i didn't have my keys but i walked up to my front door anyway. I don't have any money cuz payday's next week and i've already spent everything - so i can't get a cab and go round to the shop manager's place to pick up the keys to the shop - besides it's late and she's not picking up her phone. I ring my friends who i've just been out with and they're not picking up and can only assume they're still in the tube. I ring my next-door neighbour's front door - i can see the lights still on. We haven't met before but have occasionally walked past each other. She comes to the front door and I can see her peaking through the glass to see who it is. I wave frantically. "Hi there, i'm so sorry to bother you but i live next door? I've left my housekeys in the office and i was wondering if you could let me through to the back garden and see if i maybe get in from there?" She replied that she recognized me from around and let me through the back. We stand for 20 mins debating whether it's worth breaking down the window and climbing in. "It seems like a really tough window" i said. "besides, wouldn't that wake everyone up? that could be a bit sus. "nawh, no-one's going to wake up" my neighbour said We came to the conclusion I was fucked. I rang around and people were either living in halls so couldn't have guest or over at the boyfriends. Some friends! My neighbour realized that i wasn't going anywhere so went inside her place and did the nicest thing - I'm in a studio apartment so i can't actually let you in, but here is a double duvet and a pillow - You can sleep in my car if you prefer, but i've slept out here before and it's not that bad - there's even a heater in the corner! So thats exactly what i did. I spent wednesday night, the first night of snowy London sleeping literally paces away from my warm double bed. The thing is I actually didn't mind so much sleeping in the corridor - in fact what really shocked me was that i was in central london, never met my neighbours before or anything, but she was still happy to offer me blankets and pillows! Maybe them brits weren't so uptight and unfriendly as i though! Current Mood: grateful | | Sunday, January 21st, 2007 | | 7:04 pm |
And NOW on E! entertainment....
*Opening Music Starts* *Under theme music: Cuts between brief archived clips of Julia Roberts laughing, Kate Hudson tossing hair then Matt Daemon subconsciously yet suggestively glancing at Ben Affleck before unmistakeably hissing at Jennifer Garner whilst giving her the 'V'* *Dim opening music, lights up, zoom to host* Some Blonde Lady: *Brushes back fringe* (muttered to MJ): I don't care WHAT Sebastian says Posh is doing nowadays but i'm never letting him put hair extensions on my fringeeeeeHi (more bubbly to camera) welcome back to "E! True Hollywood Story". I'm here to catch up with Martie_junior and talk about life after THAT post. So how's it all going, we haven't heard from you in quite a while! Martie_Junior: Yeah it certainly has been! *flashes sparkling white teeth contrasted by strategically timed solarium tan* Truth is i've been quite proud of the last post and I'm a little guilty of deliberately leaving it as the first thing people see when they log on - just so the maximum number of people will read it, you know. SBL: (Slightly incredulous) Fair enough. It WAS well written... MJ: Thanks, i know. *Pretends to blush* all my friends said so. Even someone quite high up at my work quoted from it at a dinner party with a smirk - I was a bit shocked cuz i didn't realize that she still followed my blog and immediately wondered if i've bad-mouthed anyone from work - but we're good friends now so i guess that's cool. SBL: Guess you never know who's readin, huh? MJ: Yeah, you have to be quite careful sometimes. Which is why i didn't want to just post some crappy 'so i brushed my teeth this morning and then had a piece of toast....." in between good stories. Cuz i know Adam Garcia is secretly stalking me. SBL: *saucily* Speaking of which, I heard that you two were seen watching 'Casino Royale' together a little while back? MJ: Yeah, technically... I went with a friend from Sydney and didn't notice that he was sitting 2 seats down from us with Idnia Menzel - they must have become friends from doing WICKED the musical together. If it wasn't for Phil being in the way I'm sure he would have made a move on me. I saw him rehearsing the opening: 'did you know we went to the same school' line under his breath and surreptitiously unbuttoning his shirt a little. I mean he's hot and all, but i didn't wanna do anything in case we ever star in the same musical in the future - it could be a little odd. SBL: Mmm, couples starring together is never a good idea. You don't want to be 'Gili-ed'. Mj: *clutches chest* are you saying i have a fat ass?! SBL: *realizes mistake* No! MJ: Then why would you compare me to JLo? that's just awful SBL: *beads of sweat trickles down forehead and leaves orange-spray-tan streaks* Um, I'm sorry, the auto-cue man thought it would be funny and i just kinda read it... MJ: yea wat-eva. i aint bovered. SBL: Anyway, *smarting from badly mimic-ed chavvy accent* You're into you're second semester of your musical theatre course now, MJ: *Still slightly reeling from last comment* Yea.... SBL: how is that going? You having fun? MJ: *Notices running fake tan and visabliy pleased* I'm having an amazing time, *obligingly with doe-y eyes* everyone's really talented in the course so it's a great experience working with them -- i'm learning so much just from watching one another. *coming back down to earth* We're becoming really good friends outside of it too which is great - one of my friends works at Fopp in Totenham court rd and they've got a Jazz open mic night this wednesday so we're all going to be there for a laugh. It's gonna be a bit nuts with all these musical theatre students hogging the spotlight but at least we're pretty to look at. *shrugs* the boys like it and it doens't cost anything. SBL: Now some of us have been dying to ask the question, given the topic of the last post MJ: Yeah, i think i know what it is. Shoot! SBL: Do you often sleep naked? MJ: What?! SBL: *Chuckles while tossing hair around* Just kidding. Any news on the boy front? Have you seen he-who-shall-not-be-named? MJ: I've spoken to him, but not for a while now. He tried to organize a little drinks-at-mine once but when i told him Phil was staying with me at the time he kinda scuttled off - Phil tends to scare off all my suitors for some reason. I've been told he's in Oxford now working as a bartender? we haven't really kept in touch. I'm over him now which is good: at least i got to say goodbye. So lately it's just a lot of harmless flirting really and i think i should like to stay single for a while - it helps that i'm in an industry of fags to seem available; i find it gets us alot more editorials! SBL: So sex sells, huh? MJ: Yeah, i mean otherwise you'd be out of a job! SBL: ....... MJ: You know what i mean. We've done really well over the past six months in terms of press exposure, I think i've really outdone myself. The figures for the christmas period came in and we've DOUBLED last year's christmas exposure to reach over 14.5 million readers in december alone! Not to mention our website! which of course, i've had a very big hand in, has literally hundreds of hits a day since i've personally designed and revamped..... SBL: *Jolts from micro-snooze* AAAAAND i'm afraid that's all we have time for today! MJ: and THEN there was the office christmas party which I organized the catering.... SBL: (aside) can someone turn this bitch's mic off..... MJ: luckily i called the ambulance and was there to carry her in my gym-toned arms or el *mouths silently* SBL: If any of you guys out there have questions for Martie_Junior, scroll down and click on 'post comment' or if you have anything to say about this post at all you can do it there as well. Next up, we talk to Robbie about whether it's cool to wear tracksuits at THAT age and what he REALLY thinks about Kylie cancelling another concert cuz of a little cough. MJ: Bitch, I haven't even got to talk about my idea for the new spring/summer look book!!!! *Lights dim and Zoom out as MJ bitchslaps SBL while wrecking her nosejob* *Opening Music Repeats* Current Mood: amused | | Sunday, November 19th, 2006 | | 11:27 pm |
Memories
When i woke up this morning, i was surprisingly aware of my surroundings even though i must still be drunk given the amount of alcohol i had only hours ago. The first thing i thought was thankfully my head's not thumping and as i rolled to my side and curled up, I caught a wiff of cigarette smoke in my still-producted hair. I slept naked so when my legs brushed against each other, i could feel the alcohol on my skin - being sweated out of my system. 'I need juice' i thought. I reached around for my mobile for the time; 3.49pm. With a drunken dexterity and determination i hopped out of bed and thudded my way to the fridge. The little light in the fridge gave the carton of OJ a slight halo as i reached for it and i was equally greatful that i did buy OJ the last time i shopped - i was almost certian i was out. I took a big swig and glugged down the whole thing and promptly felt both refreshed and bloated. I stared out of the kitchen window and my eyes glazed over. Flashes of last night came back as i remembered the converted warehouse we all went back to after the big chill bar and certainly the Kafuffle of 13 drunks trying to organize each other into separate cabs and making sure we stopped at an off license. Then, as if the previous flashes were just my mind fastforwarding to a certain scene, i remembered him passed out on the couch with me sitting on the back leaning over him. Did i really say that? as i replayed the memory, my lines seemed to have minor changes: 'I'm leaving now..... and theres a good chance that this will be the last time we ever see each other for the rest of our lives; do you really want our last moment to be you passed out on the couch?". I think that's what i said, or at least that's what i intended to say. But that's just a line - the important thing is that i remembered looking at him, waiting for a response; his brown shaggy hair as thick and untamed as ever, his trademark red jumper with what i jokingly called the cream speed stripes down the arms that looks like its seen better days, the sneakers that he swore he'd throw out six months ago but i know he secretely likes cuz it matches everything and he's just THAT lazy, that creamy white skin that i remembered was so soft to touch and the best thing to sleep on or snuggle up to at night. Mostly, i remembered that face as he laid there with his eyes shut, perhaps oblivious to what i just said - that peaceful innocence that a young child sleeps with, which was so pure and completely out of place here in this noisy apartment with the lights and heavy club beat on the stereo - that same face that i woke up to countless mornings thinking that i was the reason for this serenity, this contentment. At that moment i realized this was the same guy that i fell in love with - the same guy who pretends to want to quit smoking but has packet after packet anyway and says its my fault, the same cheeky smile when he calls me Martina cuz he thinks its cute and knows pisses me off and even has the same glaze and smirk after he's had a few too many. At that moment, i felt like we were us again; that he was still head over heels for me, that we were still inseparable and could have the best time even if we're just listening to elevator music. 'Maybe... Maybe not' he said in a surprisingly clear voice. That i remember crystal clear. Yes, it certainly felt like this is still the same guy i fell in love with, but I finally heard the difference in his voice - i finally realized that the one thing i was sure would never change did. He no longer cared about me. I put down the empty OJ carton and crawled back into bed with a cold shiver - it seems the sun's already on it's way out. I curled up on my side and reached for fluffers as i snuggled into the sheets. I squeezed my favourite teddy tight, closed my eyes and took a deep sigh. Then i knew. That was it. That was the last time i will ever see him again. Current Mood:  tired | | Tuesday, October 24th, 2006 | | 8:06 pm |
Get over it....
Being in the fashion world and being my vain self, I've always been very concious of exactly how i look in people's eyes. Like any other gay boy, you guys know it takes me at least half an hour to figure out what to wear before i even DARE consider walking out the door - who knows if Brad might walk by and he sees you in trackie daks!! So when i realized that I've put on a litttle 'insulation' from my vay-kay back home, i jumped straight back into my routine to get back into shape. As with my usual saturday-afternoon exercise guilt, I walked into my dance class 15 mins early to have a chat with my girls and check out the talent through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows into the dance hall. The class before me is an intense boxercise class involving a hot trainer leading a bunch of fat asses and fit rugy men in a series of kick and punches in the name of fittness and self defence. Now normally, the girls and I sit pressed up against the window talking about why posh finds it necessary to wear 10 outfits in 3 days and (perhaps not so secretly) check out all the rippling muscles in tank tops and sweat. But this weekend, one of us has obviously got some and the conversation turned real. 'Oh my God, look at the anna(rexic) in the first row!' My eyes turned straight to what i thought was the competition next to mr hottie mc red-head. She was thin, boobied and in a size-6 leotard. "That is so sad... no-body looks like that in real life'. I chirped as I made a mental note to only eat toilet paper and chuck up the lettuce leaf i had for lunch. 'I know, oh my God that's scary', chimed another girl. My eyes suddenly moved away in satisfaction that I have addressed my weight issue and landed on the girl on her right. Here was this skeleton of a woman who could only be described as being held together by skin and ligament. Now i always joke about good looking girls having weight issues but this woman is way beyond that. Her legs were nothing more than a couple of toothpicks, her arms look like the branches from tree you can snap and quite frankly, i can visually identify each of her ribs. I have never been more ashamed of making anorexic jokes - I mean, to think that this woman looks into the dance mirror and sees an overweight person is a testiment to how scary the human mind can be. Being brunette, she continued to strenthen the blonde sterotype and came out with an educated reply. 'That is such a shame - no matter how much therapy she goes thorugh, she will only try to "recover" from anorexia; people never really heal from these things - they just try to fool their brains into thinking something other than what they've been wired to believe - that she's fat." That comment oddly went straight to my heart and reminded me of something else that i've been thinking about lately. Do people really ever get over lost love? I can say that I've been blessed by many outstanding individuals throghout my life whom i'd had the pleaure of falling in love with - something that my friends tell me hardly even happens to some people. But, as with my last two real relationships that i've committed to, I've somehow always been the one who was still in love when the other when they decide the magic has long gone. Do we ever learn to stop loving someone who has deserted us when we're in need of love the most? Or do we just learn to fool ourselves into get over something that we've somehow wired ourselves to believe should be the norm? and does that serve to explain why we breakdown whenever this illusion is shattered before we have the time to replace one empty space with another? Current Mood:  contemplative | | Sunday, October 8th, 2006 | | 7:08 pm |
The Sound of Music
"City lit drama and speech deparment" "Hi, is this deborah?" "Speaking" "Hi, this is Martin... We spoke a couple of weeks back about the Musical Theatre Diploma?" "Oh yes, hi." "BITCH, YOU BETTER SCHEDULE ME AN AUDITION BECAUSE I'M TOTALLY WHAT YOU'RE LOOKING FOR AND I JUST CAN'T STAND BACK AND LET YOU MISS OUT ON A GOOD THING!" Ok, so it didn't technically go like that, but that was the gist of the conversation. After my trip from sydney, i figured that if i'm in this fabulous new country with a fuck load of opportunities, why am i not making the most of it? I've only got so long left in London and i don't want to come back and say all i did was work and then go home. I've hinted at this story for a while so let's backtrack and fill you in a little. After the 'moping period', I figured that i needed to do something that i really enjoy and meet some new people. So on a druken spur, i googled the musical theatre courses in london and found very little that were actually legit... I mean, there were courses run by creepy has-beens who are really just trying to get their hands (among other things) on young hopefuls but i really didn't want to be a scene from fame. But then i came accross the London City Lit and found that they had a trinity-certified Musical Theatre Diploma - and from asking around, the city lit is one of the more prestegious places to do musical theatre after probably the guildhall. Without skipping a beat, i rocked up at the city lit (conveniently just around the corner from my gym at covent garden) and asked for available audition times. The lady at the desk said that they've finished the initial round of auditions but there's a second round tomorrow. SCORE! I ran home, found the monologue i auditioned M. Butterfly with and practiced with such zeal that i think the neighbours thought i was having a fight with myself (it was one of those emotional breakdown scenes). The next day came around and just to be safe, I called up around lunchtime to confirm that the auditions were on. "Sorry, they're not auditions - auditions are closed. It's a consultation period of current students only" I could literally hear my jaw drop. "But i guess we can put you down on the waiting list in case someone drops out" Fucking great, i thought. I put down the phone and had to pretend to be cheery on the phone to journalists all day. 'ray for me. That night i went home and downed a bottle of rose. "Hi, is this Martin?" I get a call the next day "Speaking" "Fantastic, I have good news - the tutor must be psychic or something because they're holding one last round of auditions!" "OMG, really? that's great! when?" "It's on next thrusday!" "But i have to fly back to Sydney this weekend cuz my god-daughter's due..." "Oh, well i guess it's NOT good news then. Thanks anyway." *Click* Another bottle of rose. All through the trip, i was thinking, God-damnit, I'm not letting this little glitch in timing stop me from doing this course. Yes, it's hard to get in and it sounds pretty full, but i can sing, dance AND act so i'm deffinately going to get in if i could only schedule an audition. So, I had that phonecall. So they decided to audition me on the friday, which is why i had you kids cross your fingers for me. And like I said, if only they would give me an audition, i know i'd get in. Well, let's just say the Music/Dance Tutor walked in and introduced himself and the second i saw him, i knew i was gonna get in. He wanted my babies big-time :) Oh, and what else was telling? The dance audition: "Okay, could you touch your toes?" "Um, what?" "Put your head down and touch your toes." *bends over* "Okay, can you go further? touch the floor this time" ..... do you want me to turn around and face you while i do that?! i thought to myself. So yeah. Before long, the audition was over (no, i didn't have to sleep with him.. there was another guy on the panel so he couldn't jump me). They both gave me notes ("you're very limber" was the comment from the singing/dance teacher) and i was hurled into the class. the first class flew by and i have to say i had a ball - it was hard work cuz we all had to think of a song and just act out the words and speak it like it was a script. But it's just such a relief to be doing a class with a teacher who really understood how to act and how to help students to act, and to be around a class full of people who actually had talent. And they are so much fun... (no realy cute guys though... but you never know ;)) I think i've found the source of all fag-hags!!! So yes. you guys are now talking to a musical theatre student from one of the top London institutes. Now kiss my feet :) Current Mood: content | | Thursday, October 5th, 2006 | | 10:15 pm |
Wish Me Luck!
Just do it - cross all your fingers and toes for the next 24 hours as i go for it. I'll tell you what it is tomorrow. Trust me. :) Current Mood: hopeful | | Tuesday, October 3rd, 2006 | | 8:25 pm |
| | Sunday, October 1st, 2006 | | 12:48 am |
Thats all folks!
Why are there no attractive men at airports?! Okay, maybe they "dress down" for travel or the ones who can afford to buy shampoo has upgraded themselves to business class. I don't know. But all i ask for when i'm waiting in line to get to my seat on the flight are 3 simple things: "Male, Cute and Interested". Is that so much to ask!? I'm currently sitting in front of terminal 2 at Hong Kong airport for my flight back to heathrow. I've got a good half hour to 45 mins before the flight and i'm not even holding my breath for the talent. Oh actually, one just walked by! *sigh* and then the girlfriend has to apper. It seems like all i've been doing lately is sitting at airports for hours on end waiting for my next flight. Now don't get me wrong, I've just had a wonderful week and a half in Sydney visitng all you guys (and those circuit boys i've missed so much at stonewall ;) ); It was a fantastic recharge after the busy last few months and a little part of me is freaked that i won't see them for another 9 months. I am a little ticked off that i missed the baby.. (and hence London fashion week, my audition and some parties...but never mind.) but at least i got to see leesh beforehand and do some sort of god-parent shopping. But to y point: Do people just slip into sterotypes whenever they step into an airport? Firstly, the most annoying: cute couples in their twenties. Now you all know i hate couples when i'm single and I it's certainly not what i need now, but it seems like they're in freaking every airport by the masses!! I always spot this cute, relaxed guy in a simple tee and jeans sitting next to me waiting for the boarding call and again wish that they'd be sitting next to me, but then out of no-where a slightly overweight white chic (and always wearing pink) would come out of nowhere wearing matching backpack, gunning down a ful-fat coke while cute guy would, as if on cue or just well toilet-trained, would wrap his arm around her and study the boarding pass. Then it's the annoying business-type with laptop poised and blue-tooth headset on "blaring". Now i'm sure they're all nice enough guys and good at what they do but what's with the outfit? It's always navy blazer, coloured collared tee with sand suit pants. Who the hell's dressing them!? I've also spotted a couple of bored asain uni students who no doubt got yanked over to "see their parents" for whatever the next chinese festival is. Do they all go to the same hairdresser!? or do they just hack away at their own hair with a pair of scissors and then stick their finger in an electric socket to save on hair gel?! You know what i mean! With a lazed posture and laptop/ ipod in ear, don't even bother trying to make eye contact, let alone hit on them. (I've tried). Ooo. cute guy in aile behind me! Must move over to maximum check-out range. Think i'll end my rant here. I'll keep you updated! PS. If you don't leave a comment, i won't know you've read this :P PPS. FUCK THE FULL-FAT COKE DRINKING GIRLFRIEND WHO APPEARS FROM NO-WHERE! Current Mood: relaxed | | Friday, September 15th, 2006 | | 11:09 am |
Tired, Hungover, but at the airport
It's been crazy. Completely and utterly crazy lately and I have never been more in need of a break - Luckily I'm now at the airport and only a couple of days from Sydney... What's been happening? Well firstly, chances are that you would have gotten a phonecall one afternoon that just goes "Hi, can you talk? great, I........ *tissue ruffling*....... just...... *supressed sniffle* GOT DUMPED!!! *more sobs, probablly balling by now depending on whether you were the 3rd or 65th person i bugged that day*" Yes, it's happened again, the guy who i thought was the sweeting thing on earth, the guy who i thought was the i could be safe leaving my feelings with, the guy who i secretly (maybe not so secretly now that it's on here) knew I was going to have to let down easily when i leave, has gone and did this 180 halfway though planning our long weekend together. Bastard. Still really like him, still keep in touch with his friends and the most annoying thing is that i completely understand where he's coming from and why we needed to break up - he needs to reconcile the gay thing now that his previous friends are here and needs to clear his head a little blah blah blah. Once again it's Martin's finishing school for immature gay guys. It's just so annoying that we were so great together and I have done nothing wrong at all; I was the perfect boyfriend (was so too :P) and it didn't work out and there's nothing i can do to fix it. Hate that. So yeah, been constantly drunk for the last 2 weeks (funnily enough that started the day after) and have been throwing myself into work. Which is also frustrating. Don't get me wrong, I love my job - talking to journalists, trying help shape the world of london fashion one leather purse at a time, help planning events, network, shop with press discounts, read 5 papers a day - all that (luckily) really keeps me going. But i just recently agreed to take on a longer contract and basically stay till june next year; Now all of a sudden i don't know if i want to stay that long - Dawid was the reason i got to love london and now i don't know if there's enough to keep me here... So work's been driving me crazy and i'm constantly tired after about 6pm cuz it is FULL ON. If I'm not going to the gym or dance class, then i'll be sitting at home being bored and wonder why the double bed is so big all of a sudden. Then the bottles of wine start flowing. Yeah, yeah.. so depressing all round at the moment. Plus the fact that I've finally convinced my mother to stop hurting herself and break up with Dad so all of a sudden i'm an emotional crutch all over again. I don't want to tell her that i'm going through something too and it's added to everything. I just really miss my friends and i'm so glad that i've got this trip back home for two weeks (PARTY!!!) Would be good to see everyone again. Think i've completely side-tracked from the fun, interesting 'What's been up with me' post but you could see why i'm a little less than chirpy. (Oh, and i tried auditioning for the Musical Theatere Diploma at the London City Lit but that's a WHOLE other F-I-Ass-Ko which i'll get into next time). Anyways, don't complain that i haven't posted cuz as you can see i have a reason :P Just let me enjoy my holidays now, Ok? Whoever's throing all this shit at me to deal, I'd appreciate a small break!! So Sydney, HERE I COME!!! Current Mood:  drained | | Monday, July 10th, 2006 | | 4:05 pm |
E-DAHLIA! E-DAHLIA!
World cup fever has reached a boiling point with the finals between Italy and France and the english pubs are filled to the brim with sweaty football fans from all over the globe. With the hope of rubbing shoulders with some hot, drunk and manly football fans in a wild embrace of euphoria as the team we arbitrarily adopted scores or better still win the cup, lou and I head to the local to watch the game. Earlier in the day, Lou and I scouted for traditional-looking english pubs with names like 'Crown and Anchor', 'The Three Greyhounds' around soho for both talent and atmosphere: As I'm sure you know the gay force is strong with this one; if we were going to have to do football, which i'm not into at all, then we better do it properly! After hours of shopping, coffee and girltalk over the latest cosmo, we went home and decided we were too tired to treck back out to Soho again and ended up rocking to the local to watch the game. We wanted a british vibe and the place certainly looked like it could house depressed british oldies; called 'the redan', it was a hot, smokey and burgundy-colored place with the typical gloomy decor - wooden tables randomly crowded around the sides of the pub, suspiciously patterned carpet, random dark corners which defied the physics of light and a definitely well stocked central bar with beer taps aplenty. Typical of the world cup season, large plasma screens were also littered in unusual places (right above the main entrance and the entrance to the bathrooms). We walked in about 5 mins before the game started and were impressed by the cute clientele; someone looked homeless, someone looked like a jovial drunk, there was an american couple, there was a jock ordering a beer with his hot mate in standard issue thongs, khaki shorts and colored tee plus a non-shalont barman wiping glasses wearing all black - it looked like a movie set. So in the manner of going to a temple and lighting an incense stick, we walked to the bar and ordered a pint. Being the self absorbed teenagers that we are, we started talking about our purchases - which we promptly changed into once we got home - but when we heard the game starting, we put our conversation about baby tess on hold and turned to look at the screen above the bar's entrance. Suddenly the whole crowd was completely different. A loud group of italian women have taken hold of a high-top and bar stools and created a clique in the middle of the bar. Wearing low-cut but patriotically blue outfits, some clapped enthusiastically with cigarettes hanging from their mouths while others gestured with an open palm at the tv screen. One woman was being particularly animated and did the one-handed finger pyramid (try it - you'll look instantly italian) and yelled italian at the neighboring table. Wondering why she was as frustrated as a mother-of-four being told she's pregnant again, i followed her gaze to discover the source; a young frenchman who has pulled up a lounge chair, presumably from one of the dark corners, looking particularly smug and, well, french. Within literally seconds, the pub was completely filled to the brim with football fans. All hopes of rubbing up to a hot local were doused however as stocky italian men with unexplained amount of grease on their hair and skinny loud italian women filled out the pub. The rest of the bar were filled by migrants of different nations and even some french women turned up with red wine in hand. The game itself stopped and started alot and I wasn't too taken in by the action. There were no particularly hot men and i found the gameplay itself quite frustrating; the ball spent most of its time flicking back and forth around the middle of the field and if any of the opposite teammembers were to so much as brush past a player, they go down clutching one knee or the other. I mean, for crying out loud! Be a man (or even a woman), deal with the knock, get up and keep playing!!! It may be a cliché but in this game honestly every 5 mins someone went down and it seemed like the medics did more running back and forth in the first half than the players have the entire game. The real action definitely came from the crowd. As the game went on, the pub got more and more bored and so decided to drink more. Before long, the italians were slurring, the french were booing and i even overheard a french woman say 'I remember you! If you are woman enough, lets go outside!' - She promptly put down her beer and walked outside. The italian woman she was taunting went outside for a smoke a couple of minutes later and from behind an american backpacker said 'that's not a good idea' and we never saw her again. There were people looking upwards with their eyes closed and were what seemed like praying in foreign languages, old people yelling at the crowd complaining about not being able to see ("we got here first! i don't see why i have to stand up just because a crowd decided to come between us and the screen" - insert lou hotheadedly pointing out the flaw in that logic), me getting asked to move aside while a short-yet-burly italian man with a sexy five o'clock shadow leaves his hand on my back for a little too long and slides it away a little too slowly as he walks off through the crowd... The excitement of the night climaxed with the penalty shootout and when the italians got their last goal in, the supporters erupted in a roar and previously unseen flags were waving all throughout the pub. The amazing thing is after the initial cheer and 'sucked ins', people started pouring out of the pub and rivalries were instantly dissolved as quickly as our loyalty to italy developed. People went out calmly, more drinks were ordered and italian supporters waved flags and cheered on the streets. The whole night turned out to be quite a cool cultural experience. I've never been into football and still don't think i am, but going to the pub and watching it with the crowd was definitely worth it. Plus, with the italians winning the football, it was a good excuse for us usually health conscious girls to celebrate the win with the very italian and very traditional, pizza. *Yay!* Current Mood:  bouncy | | Monday, June 26th, 2006 | | 3:55 pm |
Chuck a shrimp on the barbe and take the brolly with ya hun!
Had my first british garden barbe party last week after rehearsal and it's just not the same thing. It's the 2nd last week of rehearsals for the jazz ensemble before the show and we decided to have a bit of a social after choir last week. It was shaping up to be a nice day so one of the girls decided to invite us over and have a barbe. She'll provide the food and everyone else was to bring the booze. ie. there'll be a beef patty for every 6 kegs of beer. Gotta love the brits. The whole event turned out to be a pretty good laugh. It was quite surreal though cuz it was 8pm yet the sun was still up, they had a disposable barbeque setup and chicken patties were on the grill and true to form, it started to drizzle. A far cry from the sunny barbes back home. So much of that night reminded me of choir tours though. We were smashed by about 10 pm, started singing along to old songs that they did before and are now available on CD, played drinking games and ran out of the party looking for cigarettes at 2 in the morning (I know, xi!). The weird thing is dave and I were the youngest there by about 20 years! Guess it just goes to show that some people never grow up :) Gotta love them. It was fun playing the token fag at the dinner party again and i missed being the one with the outrageously funny yet untimely grotesque stories (and i had to explain what exactly 'daddy's gash wound is') until dave got outed and they found out we were dating. This guy seemed quite taken by me all night (who could blame him) and then just kinda came out halfway through the night 'So are you two together?' (Always tactful). I kinda just left it hanging for a fraction of a second to let dawid answer and he blushed a little and answered 'little bit' and then gave me a playful kick! Anyway, I'm rambling. The point was that the barbe was fun but made me miss home since it was kinda gloomy weather but it was ok cuz it was my first official garden party as 'a couple' in London which was rather nice. It's 4pm on Monday and i'm at work. How interesting do you want my stories to be! Geezs. Current Mood: content | | Wednesday, June 14th, 2006 | | 10:53 pm |
I thought this was the 21st century!
DISCLAIMER: Views held in this posting are held by the author at the time it was posted through careful analysis of his own personal life experiences and his experiences with the Presbyterian church as preached through Knox Grammar School. This blog entry is intended to be an expression of the author's personal musing with religion / faith as a whole and is in no way intended to be an attack on christianity or its believers/followers; it is solely intended to be an interactive platform for self-discovery and discussion of said topic with his own circle of friends and peers sparked by curiosity and the described event. If anyone is offended or would wish to comment on this subject they are free to do so through the posting of a comment, which will be shown alongside the blog entry and the author will gladly discuss any issues or matters further. Sorry bout the lack of posting... I've just moved to a FABOULOUS apartment and got the internet up and running this evening. Just in time though... I've had an odd conversation yesterday. Our mail order manager is an absolutely lovely lady: Long black hair, beautiful features and soft spoken, she's exactly what Ariel would look like 20 years after the little mermaid and a bottle of hair dye. Sweet, loving and often describes herself as naive, she's also the modern christian who, although in no doubt of her faith and beliefs, doesn't go mormon on people's asses unless pushed. I've been put in charge of a recent company mailout to financial news subscribers and was overseeing the last stage of the process. Translation: I had to put 5,000 envelopes through the franking machine and post it out. So i spent a lot of time next to her just running letter and letter through the machine with nothing to do than have a chat. Through curiosity (you know me!) I started talking to her about christianity and knowing it's a touchy subject, I just skirted the issue and asked about how she got into the church. With stars in her eyes, she recounted a story about how she felt she was asked by god himself as a child if she wanted to go to heaven or hell. Not much of a choice really and predictably she answered heaven. After that, she thought things started to fall into place and though a chance encounter with an old highschool friend was invited to the pentacostal church. She started going regularly and though there met her (now) husband and followed a pastor to a different denomination (evangelical) because she 'felt there was something wrong with that church' and 'found it too restrictive'. I've always thought that was a problem with faith in that why is it possible to change churches/beliefs just because it did not fit into one's lifestyle? I've always been told if you truly have faith, then you should take the 'spoken word' as truth and follow it without question; to change belief systems just because it 'suits you better' and then follow those NEW rules and reprimand all who didn't follow it seems problematic to me. I didn't want to raise this with her and so I just changed the topic a little to ask how homosexuality fits into this belief system - asked delicately so not to be seen confronting her. She's always been so lovely and tolerant of me that i was quite interested in what her views on this was. And seeing that she changed denominations to allow her to "wear dresses and her hair up", I thought it would have an interesting take on being gay and being with God. "Oh, I have no problem with it and just like liars and murderers, if you repent, you are still loved in Gods eyes!" *blink* *blink* "so are you equating homosexuality with deceit and murder?" "well in God's eyes every word that comes out of our mouths are sinful... sin is part of being human and we just have to repent" *blink* *closes dropped jaw* "oh ok." "can i ask you a personal question?" "shoot" "at what point did you choose to be gay" Oh no she did-ent! "I beg your pardon?" "Like at what age did you decide to be gay?" Am i hearing her correctly? Did she just set the gay movement back five centuries? I went on to explain that i think that's a really flawed view because no-one chooses to be gay. Surely we don't choose to go against mainstream society... I mean there's always the punk movement but this is surely not the same thing. Do we choose to make our lives more difficult? more unpleasant to the known intolerance, limit our opportunities and subject ourselves to the risk of ridicule, violence and in some cases put our lives at risk? I proceeded to give an analogy about one of the guys on the shop floor really disliking coffee. Does he choose to dislike coffee? I don't think so. It's just the way he was built. And that's a problem i have with (what i perceive of) christianity; if we are indeed born that way and we have no choice over the matter, and that God made us as he intended (cuz god doesn't fuck up) and judges all homosexuals to go to hell, did he by deduction create us to go straight to hell? "No, God loves us all. And thats why he gave us a chance through Jesus to repent our sins and redeem ourselves! Like someone can lie or kill many but if they repent they can also go to heaven!" Great. So she just told me that someone can mow down a school of kids and before shoot himself say 'Jesus i'm sorry' and off himself, he'll be rewarded with God's kingdom while i who (dare I say) am a good person, kind hearted, caring for others, loyal to friends, does charitable work and leads a good upstanding and tolerant life will be consumed by the eternal fires of hell? "Martin, you're one of the most down-to-earth, sweet, funny and good natured guy. I'll pray for you to find your way". I kinda ended the conversation by saying (and i still believe this) that I have no problems with other people's views and I am all for people having something to believe in as long as it does not harm others. What she said was a view she holds faithfully and I respect that. I'm just still searching for answers and let's say that the jury is still out. That leads me to my rant. I was brought up in a Presbyterian environment and went to chapel 2 times a week, so I have SOME (i was chatting WAY too much during chapel) understanding of the Christian belief system. For me, I'm not asking for God to re-write his rules to be 'Fair'. After all I was told in highschool that man can never understand Gods ways and we must have faith in what is revealed to us though the bible and the church (problems!) but am i being told that I should repent, suppress and feel disgusted at something that's so central to my personality, behaviour and beliefs and have been the source of so many experiences and views that i was and still am so proud of? More importantly, are there seriously still people in the world who thinks homosexuality is a CHOICE? What do you reckon? What would you have said if you were me? DISCLAIMER: Views held in this posting are held by the author at the time it was posted through careful analysis of his own personal life experiences and his experiences with the Presbyterian church as preached through Knox Grammar School. This blog entry is intended to be an expression of the author's personal musing with religion / faith as a whole and is in no way intended to be an attack on christianity or its believers/followers; it is solely intended to be an interactive platform for self-discovery and discussion of said topic with his own circle of friends and peers sparked by curiosity and the described event. If anyone is offended or would wish to comment on this subject they are free to do so through the posting of a comment, which will be shown alongside the blog entry and the author will gladly discuss any issues or matters further. Current Mood: contemplative | | Thursday, June 1st, 2006 | | 1:00 am |
FANTASTIC NEWS!!!
Alright, I know I was just bemoaning the fact that not alot has been happening... BUT! After my last entry, I thought i'd get myself organized and work out my finanaces, having just being paid today. After the whole HSBC card fraud fiasco, I've been really careful with my money and have not at all been splurging (I haven't bought anything in 2 months except for food and essentials like toothpaste!!). To top it off, i've kinda started a self-forced saving system and have about a thousand pounds set aside for a rainy day (or couple of months, like back then!) - lou, you'd be proud of me cuz you're that annoying voice in my head going 'spoilt bitch, stop spending!!! I pay only splurge occassionaly - and only when you're there to distract me with shiny things - and yet i still get to look hot!! what's YOU'RE excuse?!' (thanks lou... love ya!). So anyway, no bragging about grown-up money-conscious actions. I did some calculations, figured out my weekly budget and planned my rent for the next ten weeks (ya! as well as budgeting for 'this is how much a week you're allowed to piss away so keep your spending addiction under control but NO MORE!) and was pretty satisfied that i can go on eating as long as i only get one outrageous impluse buy a month. So for the fun of it, i thought i'd pay off some debt and then look at my sydney accounts to make sure they haven't closed it. Lo and behold, i get to my sydney HSBC account and what should i find? AS OF THIS MORNING, THEY HAVE FINALLY REFUNDED ALL MY MONEY BACK FROM THE CARD FRAUD FIASCO!!! yes, ladies and gentlemen. Months of nagging (especially from my aunt in sydney) , threat letters and firm 'we have put our foot down and you are so toally liable' letters from the bank, they have caved and FULLY REFUNDED EVERYTHING!!! YYYYYYYYAAAAAYYYYYY!!! It's not just about the fact that i'm getting money that i've assumed i've lost, and that i'm just a materialistic spoilt baby, but i was really really pissed off that for once i had some money saved up that I have worked for and not got from batting my eylids to daddy gets taken away from me and that there's nothing I can do about it!! I mean, i know life is unfair and all, but this was just not on. For once i've worked for something and was disciplined enough to safegaurd it until i really needed it (hello, moving city aint cheap even with a little help!) and it would just be gone like that!??! so. lesson learnt and money got back. At last it's like a happy ending to a horror story that even more horrifyingly happened to yours truly. I'm so totally going to spend 1/3 of it as a treat and then put the rest in my savings account just in case (what? i need a some work clothes for summer 2006! all i've got now are warm winter things and i can't keep relying on deodorant like that). I'm going to continue to be very careful with money though - famous last words. Anyway, I'm so not about to piss in karma's face in case anything happens again!!! Be strong, martie!!! keep up the good budgeting work!!! Thanks for everyone who kept telling me it's all going to be ok and to make sure i keep haggling. I'd like to thank my parents for giving me the pressure and pride in myself to not tell them about the situation so i could learn to deal with it myself and i'd like to thank my fans who have stuck by me during the shopping addiction leading up to rock bottom. Hopefully i will not fall off the wagon and be all money-smart for once in my life. I LOVE YOU GUYS!!! ps. i'm still totally closing the account and never dealing with HSBC australia again! those bastards. Current Mood: there is justice | | Wednesday, May 31st, 2006 | | 9:46 pm |
Slacking Off, I know...
So it's been a while since my last post - my appologies to the vocal readers who have been complaining that i'm not updating! (yay, i have fans!) I've always tried to make sure i have some cool stories to tell you guys, so when there's not alot to moan and bitch about, I've taken a bit of a rest. People have always told me 6 months is the mark when you get to finally enjoy a city; you find you feet, have a bit of a base routine and friends and get into the rythmn of life finally... And thankfully that's just what i've been doing. So this will be a bit of a 'what's going on list' more than 'funny thing happened this week that i shall rant about'. Work's settling in well. I've moved offices today down to the shop floor that will from now on be dedicated to the press showroom... We're getting press-only stock in and can finally invite journalists and fashion editors to look at our range and give them something to write about. After a couple of press-related functions, contacts are finally being made and people ask for me to handle their things - very positive. Meanwhile i'm shifting to a more creative-based position and am producing brochures, flyers and other promotional things - working from the planning, story-boarding to photography, print, costing analysis and distribution (which just means putting things in envelops and sending it to a 5000-strong list of exsiting and potential customers; very tiring and time-consuming). Life in general's settled to a quiet buzz which is nice too. From preparing for the upcomming summer jazz ensemble concert to fine-tuning the thrice-weekly (I KNOW!) gym visits and sunday rollerblading... You'd think i'd be shaping up pretty well! Too bad i'm still and alcoholic and pumping myself with fattening alchohol and health-damaging cigarettes (I know, i know... 1 a day is still bad). Family's been more active too.. Just finished a translation for mom's next project and receiving an email from your own parent saying 'thankyou for your prompt attention to this matter and I shall forward you the payment once the company is setup at the end of june as dicussed' is kinda odd.. So much for building a relationship! Dad on the other hand has been oddly friendly; he's asked me over for a one-day visit and 'together time' in paris this sunday and has planned a nice day of relaxing and supposedly bonding activites (translation: more drinking). Am dreading having to take the eurostar down early in the morning and then getting back at night so i can be at work on monday though. Eah, guess there are less 'spoilt' complaints in the world, i guess (though i AM having to pay for the trip myself which i'm not sure i can afford - I haven't even been shopping! again, I KNOW!!!) My aunt from san fran came to visit and I think she's kinda going off the deep end. She was here for about 2 weeks and was staying in the madarin oriental at knightsbridge - one of THE most expensive hotels around - and then have the nerve to go back to hong kong and ask my ageing grandparents who are, although having a substantial amount of savings, very very careful with their money (understandably!). I know i can be a dick and a money-sapping cow to my parents alot of the times, but this somehow crosses the line to me *shrugs*. Anyway, she's getting a bit more loopy and am a bit concerned - she would (lightly) whack me with her umbrella a few times all over before talking to me so (as she explianed in her own words) can whack out all the evil sprits so we can talk unhindered. (!) Anyway, she'll be back in HK next week so hopefully mom will have a propper talk with her and help her out; she's completely dismissed anything I have to say to her. This upcomming month is going to be quite exciting. Quite a few of my lovelies are coming over to visit so it's going to be a good time hittin the town, especially now that i know a few spots i can go around to :) Even if we just hang out at a pub or something it'd be quite cool to see them again! I've been missing you guys for ages!!! Oh, speaking of which i'll tell a story which is quite london: A friend of mine from melbourne came to visit and we were planning to have a nice little italian dinner at a fancy place after a musical. It was a propper silverware serving joint with big serving plates and a smooth frank sinatra crooning away. We had a lovely pasta, wine and candle-light dinner and just as we were having some dessert wine (YUM!) the table behind us started singing happy birthday and the lights dimmed as they cheered. We clapped along merrily and sang along as well, thanks to the dessert wine. Then when the sountrack came back on, it started to play these cool, upbeat 60's hits like 'build me up buttercup'. The birthday table got a bit excited at the tune and formed a small group next to the table to bop away. I looked at them with a mix of slight distain and jealousy (though they didn't have the intricate dance moves me and my schoolfriends have to it) and decided to smile acceptingly. Suddenly, the lights dimmed even more and the center table in the resturant's bottom floor where we were sitting was removed and more people got up to dance to material girl which just started blaring. In the space of 2 songs, (dancing queen and queen's don't stop me now) the place turned into a club, even as we were just ordering our second dessert wine!! We sit and sang along (and chair-danced) to the DJ (again, who turned up from left field) with the couple on a romatic date next to us and ended up having a really really good night! Imagine something like THAT happening in Sydney! (Actually, that would be awesome.. anyone interested in starting one with me?!) 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