Wednesday, April 30, 2008

The restaurant is closed

Since my mum closed down the restaurant, I haven't been back to see the block. In fact, I'm not even sure if I want see the block. In times of need, I find myself veering towards Chinatown hoping to make a free phonecall and grab a bottle of Sprite and to see if my mum wants to chat and I find myself stopping halfway through my step and thinking "Hey! It's not there anymore" and so I turn around and head to Mexicana's place and .. oh for God's sake, is there anything still standing anymore? Well apparently Starbucks is open til ten o clock.

For years I've hated the place- I never hated the Parramatta/North Sydney Shinjus as much as I *loathed the Chinatown one. It was dark, dingy and it smelt perpetually like fried meat and old eggs, the dinginess gave it an unhappy character- I think it probably felt to some degree unloved.. One reviewer said that it was 'the ugly stepsister' of the Shinju family. Nice. I was always endlessly competing for it in my mum's affections. Which came first? The restaurant or the daughter? 99 out of a 100 times the restaurant came first, a fact of life as a restaurant child. [I can see it to some degree happening to my friend Bear's child, I mentioned it to her and she just laughed at me. Poor little bear- I wonder if she'll grow up with the kind of resentment I did?]

But as much as I resented the place, grew weary with its smells and looks. It was still somewhere I could go- a place where I definitely knew where my mum would be. It was my territory- woe betide the hapless waiter who thought that he could deny this random stranger anything. Many a time I've walked down and picked up the phone to the gawping waitstaff while they whispered franticly among themselves "who is that? what should we do?" .. then my mum would walk through the archway and I would wave cheerily "Hi Mum!". You could literally see them melt into puddles of relief as they nixed contemplating the idea of calling the police while wrestling me to the floor for the phone [to call the police].

I'm uncomfortable with it, I'm uncomfortable without it. I catch myself thinking about it wistfully and then remembering the odor which makes me wince. There is nothing connecting me to Chinatown anymore and that makes me sad. The 28 years of history or so lost in a powder of rubble and yet, how many times have I complained to Sb that they should demolish the entire thing and restart again. Be careful what you wish for, you might just end up without that comfort zone you've always hated.

Monday, April 28, 2008

Mexicana's Birthday

Well its Monday and I'm still bleary from Friday and Saturday nights. What can I tell you? That girl is a bad influence! [Of course, there's a good chance that many people would say it was the other way round...]

I'm so bright and fresh at the beginning of these photoes, and I get progressively more erk and gluggy. And then there are a whole heap of photoes which I don't even remember!


The poncho which I had to talk Mexicana out of wearing.


The spread from Seoul-Ria. I do believe that the owner misses us. We've spent hundreds and hundreds of dollars there and now that we don't go anymore I think he won't be able to put his kids through college [true story!]






Look at Dave, he's so cool! Or hypnotised by the fingers.


Why does everyone look so awake, except ME?


Sometimes I think I still have lemon mouth as a result of my braces. Blah. braces.









So after Sublime we head to Pontoon, and thus begins my walk of shame..


Hey, he shrunk!


Apparently I get all kissy and huggy when I'm inebriated [Its an Asian repession thing]. The guy behind us however is totally getting off on it.


I have no idea who or what is going on in this photo. Let's presume that I didn't take it




Much love for the vodka redbulls


I shouldn't look so happy because right after this I was evicted from Pontoon. I didn't think it was possible but it is. I did it. My mother should be so proud. No seriously, I've never been bounced from anywhere in my entire life. The bouncer was waiting for me outside the bathroom and said "It's time to go" and I'm quite aware of what happens when you argue with a bouncer.. they beat your arse with a stick, so I did the smart thing and left with dignity. Well, as much dignity as you can with a 200 pound gorilla following you out of a club.


Where did the crate come from?!


And Nick takes revenge for the endless photoes...


I can't believe she still looks so fresh at four in the morning! *disgust



And thus ends the night. There were other photoes but my internet connection is being rather bastardly and is preventing me from doing anymore. It was a great night and I really hope she had a fantastic birthday [the parts that she can remember of course!]

Monday, April 21, 2008

Happy shiny people




So we had what we would like to term as "a massive night" where everybody was rip-roaring drunk [well most of us] but somehow it was kind of a letdown. Maybe I'm getting old. Maybe it was too wet. I don't even remember much of it and still it was kind of a moot night. Blah.




See that scotch glass? We uhh.. stole it from Moretons. I was hurrying him up to move to Bungalow and he was "I haven't finished my drink!" Thats when we had the bright idea to take the glass with us.. serves them right for not having take-away alcohol!



Dakota was supposed to be in this photo, but she's not there? And I don't know what James is doing



The hair is clearly STRAW COLOURED. It may be whats making me so mopey



That picture is so cute! But I have no idea who that guy is. MD said his name was Kevin. Except I thought her boyfriends name was Chris. And .. I hope I didn't call him Chris all night.



Hee.



I love it. Thats the "stop aiming that camera in my face" look.



And I don't remember his name either! Oops. Though clearly he's not even looking at the actual camera so there's a very good chance he can't remember my name as well! [Kenny? was it kenny?]





I had to try three times before I could get a non blurry shot. I think that's Dylmahs finger.




And.. I think Simon is sick of this and wants to go home!






Noodles and breasts!



Clearly, clearly sick of this!



And the drunk specimens retire home.

Next week I will reunite with Mexicana! Let the craziness begin! Are you excited? I'm excited.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

It's a job well done!

So I went to get my hair coloured yesterday and I pointed out that I wanted red and gold highlights. [I'm feeling very autumn-y, yes.] So at the annointed time, the hairdresser washed the colour off and blow dried my hair, beaming at her job. She was very proud.

I squinted at my self, rubbed my eyes for a bit [very hard to do with lash extensions] and finally gave up and asked her.. "Where are the red bits?"

She points at a single stripe of red and goes "Here!"

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I think it's a time I went to a new hairdresser.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Where did summer go?





I was going to write a huge post about being burned by ebay but then it made me too mad and I'm going to end up slandering that *asshole all over the internet. And I refrain, because I'm too mature. Asshole.. asshole.. asshole I hope he accidentally glues his hand to his face and people will have to call him facehand for the rest of his life. And they'll laugh at him but he won't be able to see because of his hand on his face, so he'll have to suffer eternal snickers and scorn. Ahem.

Anyway ..

where has summer gone? It was kind of lost in a blur of wind and rain and I miss .. well I just miss hanging out with friends over the summer holidays. I mean, going out and getting smushed out of your face is one thing.

Observe. Above and beyond my head.



I mean it's fun! [It's alcohol, people!] But sometimes it doesn't really compare to a day hanging out with your friends at the beach. And I would know because everytime I head to the beach it will rain 99.9999% of the time. [The other 0.0001% will involve me being stung by a jellyfish or drowning. Good times]

I live in Sydney and I don't even get to go to the beach as much as I want to- it's kind of a waste. Anyway I thought I'd share some of my summer snaps, I'm thinking of them as I huddle here in a blanket next to a heater drinking warm water [erk.]















If you maximise times 1000, you can see my hello kitty tattoo on my muffin top.





See? Don't annoy Mexicana, you'll end up Sweeney Todd style


Mm.. Pretty.. In fact I'm starting to think I take really good food pictures. I might go and become a food photographer


After that, we all became pirates and put bottle caps over our eyes but I'm not posting those up because I will be one dead temporary pirate.



And thats the Japan collage. Which is kind of silly, I should have posted that up instead of posting the actual photoes. It would've been sixteen times quicker. Eh.

I miss summer. I miss a lot of things.
 
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