'dont.cha'

have developed an obsession for the beats of Dont Cha by -Pussy Cat something Doll(?) even though its the most brainless song ever written. The Hifi at work playing Nova non-stop is to blame. seems like the cafe is turning into an r&b spot n jukebox, much to the pleasure of us employees. Had a super long 12-hour shift on saturday, after which the remaining colleagues sat down for beer binging and chats. It's always nice to wind up the cafe and just slack after a long tiring busy day, and get to know my colleagues better behind their crap jokes exterior. i think, its on our short 5 mins ciggie brekkies (which are an excuse to sit down for a coupla minutes) that bonds are formed.. i just love getting to know ppl. esp people who are completely different.

REVIEW:friday nite had me, my sluts + lipin checking out Manchester Laneafter Phil's birthday dinner (HAPPY BIRTHDAY PHIL!). It definitely isnt the place to be, esp for $10 cover. Jazz music wasnt good, it was more of like commercial jazz, rather than bossonova or even bluesy jazz. BUT we are headin back there on the 22nd for an acoustic fusion performance. Now THAT will probably turn out heaps better considering how much me & becks love acoustic *cracks knuckles in anticipation*

The weirdest thing i realised this week was that, at the age of 22, i am perhaps going through a piercing/tattoo phase (which people usually go through in their rebellious teens). Amusingly, i did the clubbing/drinking/**/pool thing in my craziest college year, but that mad year didnt even afford me girl itches to pierce my whole ear, mostly, i think, because i spent most of my time with Ex and his guy pals all the time. not much girly rendezvous there.

Now, before the mind goes off on a tangent that a young punk is blossoming, let me assure you it isnt the case. Far from it, im neither a punk, rebellious or out of my mind. More rather, I feel that im hitting a point where much is to be learnt and done, before heading off to the working adult world. In a sense, braving myself to go ahead with things, or picking up a skill (painful piercings, snowboarding, coffee making, working and earning my own money) gives me a sense of achievement and makes me more grounded. Ok, and im also a vainpot.

In essence then, what have i done/pierced? on friday afternoon, becks my babe held my hand through 5 new piercings on my ears, two on the cartilage. being the chicken i am, i was potentially mortified by the pain. The result? 5 piercings im totally contented with (oh and of course my 2 olds ones, i should not be discriminating). There's been much talk of a tatt, but i doubt im up for that yet. I believe that getting one is a symbol of an unshakable turning point in one's life, hence the permanent marking. There is really, no reason or need for one right now for me. And ill be leaving it at that.