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Well hello. This time from the oh so sunny UK!!!

Yes folks. I am home and am setting off on another search. This time I am not searching for something as simple as a tan. I am now looking for a job!

So, should any body be an employer out there, I am dedicated, responsible and will not sue for sexual harrassment!

Oh, also Lorna appears to not be speaking to me... May have something to do with my fake engagement. Hee hee hee.

See her blog link to the side for details.

Would like to say that he aint that bad. But i'm Biased. And cause he may read this...

It was Such a Good Day!

I bought the new Chilli Peppers Album!!!

And even better than that, I bought it for $5!!!

Yes folks, that is Australian dollars. Which means I got the new 2 disk album for around two pounds ten pence (no pound signs on the aussie keyboards...)!

Now I am pissed off as I don't have anything to play it on!

Oh well.

Bit of a bullet pointed post so far isn't it?

I walked for a million miles again last night! Started off in the QVB (Queen Victoria Building) went down some stairs and the next time I saw daylight again I was about 7 blocks from where I started! You could get lost forever down there!

I ended up walking from the CBD (Central Business District) to Darling Harbour and back again plus then up to the Circular Quay. Darling Harbour is beautiful in the evening with all the lights coming on. You can walk round it in a loop and I found some lovely fountains and a weird sculpture/ kids play park type thing... I have no idea what it is supposed to be which probably means it is modern art...

What the ...?

So, yes, I did go to a museum last night. Specifically The Museum of Contemporary Art at The Rocks.

Now I love The Rocks. If you ever travel to Australia and really want to feel like you are on the other side of the planet, go to The Rocks. You have the views of the Opera House and the Bridge and all the boats at the Circular Quay.

But the museum? Nope, not for me. I wandered around that place for 2 hours and y'know what I discovered? I cannot stand Modern Art!

Seriously, what is the point? All I saw were pictures of women with penises (and if I really wanted to see that I would just go outside my hotel after 10pm), women dressed as men (again, outside my hotel) and donkeys reading newspapers (ok, that isn't outside my hotel but I bet I could find one if I looked)!

Nope, modern art does not do it for me. I have no idea as to what the point is. I like old art. Most of the time you can figure out that when they are painting daisey's, they mean "Oh look, aren't the daisey's pretty".

Obviously Van Gogh* is an exception to this rule as he was abstract but wasn't he crazy and on drugs or something? But even then I know that Starry Night is a picture of a night sky with stars sparkling and stuff...

Shopping tonight, much safer...

**Duh, really should have used Picasso or Jackson Pollock as examples of famous abstract artisits. Not very knowledgeable on all this art stuff am I...

Oh and I did buy a very nice picture of the harbour bridge, the Opera House and the building in between, set at night with lots of sparkling lights, which was very pretty but that doesn't count as shopping as I had it shipped to the UK. This means I wan't carrying anyshopping bags and that is why it doesnt count!

You can't say Geek...

...without pointing at me and yelling "It's her! Over there! The girl with the glasses and a ponytail*!"

Yes folks, while doing my tourist shlack round sydney I went in to the State Library of NSW!!!

It's fabulous! Utterly huge and with just millions of books (well, duh! It's a Library!). It had one of those really old fashion reference sections as well! Where you have to look up the author/ book title on a little card in a filing draw and it tells you where to go get your book from! And there was an upstairs bit with a wooden balcony and those ladders tha swish around on a rail!

I'm gushing over a Library aren't I?

See what I mean about the Geek thing?

There was a normal Library bit to with all the horrors/ sci fi/ romance/ adventure etc that the normal libraies have.

In my defence I did get told off for being to loud and had my bag searched to ensure I wasn't stealing really old boring books from the reference bit. Both times by the same scary security bloke on the front desk.

Also got lost in the Botanical Gardens. They are absolutely gorgeous!!! There is a really ancient looking tree (with hanging down bits, looked very much like it should be in a magazine fashion shoot) which I wanted to take a picture of but there were some scary looking goth types sitting at the base so I changed my mind abruptly and wandered off in the other direction.

I will have some pics when I finally get round to linking my camera to stuff again. Probably wont be until I am home now...

Museum or Bondi beach tonight, haven't decided which yet. Depends on the weather.

*I don't always have a ponytail, depends on how my hair is behaving, but I do always have glasses as I am blind...

Red Light District Fun & Games

Oooooooookay. You would think that, after staying in Amsterdam and being frightened by the "ladies" in the little red windows, not to mention the horrific assault (girl took a very strong liking to my Marilyn Monroe t-shirt) I experienced in the bathroom of a sex show place, I wouls have learnt my lesson and steered clear of the seedier places in life.

But this is me. So, no, I haven't.

I am spending my last week in sunny Oz (where it is bloody freezing and grey at the moment) in a nice little hotel in Potts Point. Which is next to Kings Cross Station.

To get to and from the quaint little hotel I walk past all manner of places. The include trendy side street cafe's, boutiques, MacDonalds (obviously, they are everywhere), adult book stores, adult toy shops, sex shows with the obligatory huge men standing on the door trying to get you to go in (well not trying to get me to go in. Just, y'know, blokes).

Which is fun. Not to bad on my way to work in the morning but it does get a leeeeetle scary when on my way back late at night. Or it would if I weren't laughing at the sad little men going in to the clubs...

Loads of little places to grab dinner, which is good. Had a strange Thai concoction last night. Something like a spicy sweet and sour with snow peas, cabbage and green things of unknown origin.

Might go to a museum later as haven't yet and people seem to be having so much fun in them over at Blue Cat (you might have to scroll down a bit to find the post I am wittering about).

A Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee

When things in your lives seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the two cups of coffee.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes”.

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.

The golf balls are the important things...... your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions; and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter, like your job, your house and your car. The sand is everything else, the small stuff.

"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to lunch or dinner. Play another 18. Take that vacation you've been thinking about for years. Visit your parents if you're lucky enough to still have them. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.

"One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad that you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."

On A Lighter Note...

A 7 year old and a 4 year old are upstairs in their bedroom.

"You know what?" says the 7 year old, "I think it's about time we started swearing."

The 4 year old nods his head in approval.

The 7 year old says "When we go downstairs for breakfast I'm going to swear first, then you swear after me, OK?"

"Ok" the 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm.

The mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 7 year old what he wants for breakfast. "Oh, shit mum, I s'pose I'll have some Coco Pops"

WHACK!! He flew out of his chair, tumbled across the kitchen floor, got up, and ran upstairs crying his eyes out. She looked at the 4 year old and asked with a stern voice, "And what do YOU want for breakfast, young man?

"I don't know," he blubbers, "but it won't be fucking Coco Pops."

*Groan*

Oh bollocking wank!

I am now the most hated person in my house. Well, that may be a slight overexaggeration but my flatmate definitely isn't happy with me.

She is pissed because I didn't give her more notice about me deciding that I was going home. Which is fair enough, except that I have had very little chance to talk to her lately as we both work totally different hours so when I get up to go to work she is just getting in and she has had family visiting so hasn't been around much.

Plus everytime I tried to mention it she turned the conversation around so it was about her. This is, in part, my fault as I let her because I was dreading saying anything as I knew she wouldn't be overly happy.

So now I am pissed off that she isn't speaking to me as I seem to have done so much to help her out since we got here and now because I have dared to make a decision without her she is mad at me.

So we are both pissed at each other.

I didn't do things I wanted to do because I felt like she needed me around. Now she may refute this and it may be the truth but that is not how I felt or how I saw it and as I am the one writing this I get to say what I like.

I said that I wanted to go and spend time in Perth and I had mention a program I wanted to do. Then when I mentioned it again she said "why not leave it until you are laving, spend a couple of days there and fly home from there". I probably shouldn't have put that in quotes as I am not entirely sure that it is exactly what she said but, again, my blog - my rules.

Am I being totally out of line by wanting to go home for the sake of my health? My meds are making me sick and they appear to be doing me no good at all. If I stay here I can't do anything about it unless I pay a small fortune to go see a specialist and have millions of tests. If I go the nhs will do it for free.

Am I just ranting in a bid to make myself feel less guilty for dropping a bomb on her? Probably.

I have to say, though, that I don't tend to talk things through with people. I make my own decisions when it comes to the big stuff and agonise about the small stuff with anyone who will listen, and most of those who wont.

I'm not the sort of peson who has to sit and go through every little detail and its effects on everything around me because if I did then I would never come out of my room for fear of the reprisals.

I'm justifying stuff now and I don't want to do that as I feel I have done nothing wrong.

This post probably doesn't make much sense. I am probably ranting and wittering in all sorts of directions and going off on all possible tangents.

I'm going now. Painkillers and bed methinks. If anyone reads this, finds it makes sense, and has some advice it would be greatly appreciated. Lorna: No just posting "She's coming home"!

Laters.