I'll be wiping this livejournal soon- that is, I'll be tweaking the CSS so no one can read my entries (except me, if I choose to). So last post.... 

 A little slow on my updates. Working.

+ I won't be keeping this account for much longer. A switch is currently being finessed. I've got the account and layout all set up; all that's left is to find some userpics. You know the drill- it's my version of a friends cut. YOU add me back- that way, there's a no-hard-feelings thing going on. I know some people (including myself...) just feel horrible doing friends cuts. This way, you wanna keep me, you can. I'll definitely add you back. And I'll be adding people as well, of course. 

+ Spent the day with David, his bestfriend and David's family. I have seriously heard so much about that guy, so it was nice to finally meet him. [He said the same thing when he first met me, so I just wonder what kind of completely embarrassing things David has passed on! Rawr.] Ate (A LOT!)... David and Tze Leet gave me the tour around their neighbourhood... I saw the sites of David's infamous childhood stories and all that. Visited his grandma... despaired over David's kiddy pictures (because I want my kids to look like my brother when he was a kid- seriously Eurasian looking. So cute. haha.). Hung out at his place. CLEANED HIS DESK. Had one of those ~deep talks about life in Brisbane... Tried to understand some funky card game that David and Tze Leet tried to teach me (went totally over my head). Had dinner with them, David's parents and his (other) grandma. Just came home not too long ago. (: 

+ Chillaxing in my hotel (well, service apartment) room while watching Privileged on DVD. I love this apartment, gosh. I don't have to clean, they fold my clothes, they make my bed, I get free breakfast and a nice shower... *sigh* Bliss. Too bad I'm working most of the time. Ha. 

Attachment day numero uno. I must say... I don't much fancy being a lawyer. The kids (I'm the youngest, by far. The next up is another attachment who's three years older.) in Litigation apparently leave on the dot, but the kids in Banking/Corporate seem to stay there for ever and ever. I left ten minutes after and none of them even budged. Wow. And apparently they stay in til nine or ten! On pupilage! I don't even want to know how long the associates and partners work for. My mentor wasn't in today, and wouldn't be in til Thursday. So it wasn't til the afternoon that an associate assigned me something to do. Stress. I'm one of those horrible people who just CAN'T absorb instructions the first time. Say it twice and I'm golden. And even after I finished the first half, I'm not even positive I got it 'right'. -laughs- I'm treating this like homework! I really hope someone proofs it before it gets sent out into the legalistic world. I think I've been reading too much Sophie Kinsella (The Undomestic Goddess).

Apparently, there's a pretty high chance that I'll be able to snag an attachment in MELBOURNE next summer! *dances wildly* Not only do I LOVE Melbourne, I also want to do an attachment in the country (and State!) that I most want to practice in. If I do practice at all. Seriously, the hours are not funny. PR! I WANNA DO PR! ;P I'm actually thinking of applying to a PR firm in Brisbane over the winter break next year- I'm not planning anything lawyerish during that time, and I don't usually do anything but rot during that break anyway.

I have the awesomest, most understanding boyfriend ever. Just sayin.

First day in KL-- I start my internship tomorrow. (!!!!!)

But today I spent the day with David. Shopped, cooked, danced around to silly songs, cooked dinner for me, him and dad, and watched Gossip Girl. Caught up with all the episodes I missed, and I'll start on House tomorrow.

Work tomorrow til thursday. Visiting David's grandma on Friday and visiting my own over the weekend. I REALLY hope I learn something during the internship-- I might only be staying for a month after all. We'll see, we'll see. I kind of can't wait til I return to Brisbane. I think that I feel kind of lost here without any commitments to take up my time. And I'm not one to indulge in the party thing. It kind of feels like the holidays are like a hibernation period-- we sit around doing nothing until it's time where we CAN do something. And I'm sick of having nothing to do. And by that, I mean Uni, or whatever. Important things to take up my time.

<3

Time: Sunday Night

Location: My bedroom.

Song stuck in head: Nothing Else Matters- Metallica

Mood: Is ‘tired’ a mood?

David and his best friend are playing around with their guitars on the other end of the webcam. I find it so amusing that whenever the best friend leans over to check out something on his laptop, I see his face magnified in my window. I don’t know, maybe technology amuses me.

I got a new stuffed toy today—it’s a wolf! A Christmas present from Alex. Thanks, darling. She was obviously planning on me naming it Jacob, after my favourite werewolf and fictional character (Jacob Black-the-cutest-werewolf-that-ever-cuted). But for obvious reasons, I decided against it. So I named him Seth, after Seth Clearwater. Slightly innocent, and adorable. (:

I think being eighteen doesn’t seem very interesting after all. I don’t mind if I miss it. Maybe you could say that I had… I don’t know, a full three day crash course on being eighteen. Or something. You know, how maybe you have two paths (or more…)- the wild party side, or the conservative good girl side. And maybe, for a while, you get to see what the other side is like. I think I like my side.

David sent me a text today, after I sent him a couple just ranting on the GRATING immaturity of almost everybody. It said something like, ‘Ready to rejoin us old people?’ or something along those lines (I deleted all my message folders about an hour ago, except for the one folder that I have of all David’s sweetest text messages. Ha). Honestly? I miss it.

Bee and I were talking about how we might just have skipped out on the wild teenage stage and went right along to the mentally old stage. She claims that she’s mentally 35. Maybe I’m mentally 20, I don’t know. Not as old as she is, for sure. ;). But the people whom I hang out with… nope, they act waaaay more mature. Paul is the closest to my age, but ‘Pastor Paul’ would hardly act like a typical eighteen year old. My closest guy friend is the closest I get to immature eighteen year old party types—and even then he kept me away from the worst of it, and I get to absorb it in minimal, controlled amounts. I'm just so used to my friends mirroring my moral compass.

Not saying that it hasn’t been fun, being stupidly reckless and whatnot. It’s just that you can’t go back, you know? You fast tracked through the wild stage, and you can’t go back without looking at yourself with disapproval or disgust. So I won’t. My idea of fun… is probably more along the lines of baking, or cooking with the boyfriend, or watching TV shows, or just sitting down and reading a book, or at the most, taking walks or splurging on Starbucks.

Or maybe it's just that I try to avoid living solely for myself. There's God, and loved ones, and people to care about. How much time is left after uni work, dance, church ministry, boyfriend time, God time and friend time? Definitely not enough to do the house party/anywhere party thing.

<3

Yesterday was... intense. Well, the nighttime, that is. Ad, Bee and I slept in through almost the whole day, and Bee&I sat around watching YouTube videos and planning out her New York trip until we called Adriel and he told us that we had to be in town in two hours. Yeah, we kinda sped up after that. I don't really do nights out-- too much preparation and dressing up for my taste. Why can't we all just stay indoors and eat lots of home cooked food, huh? =P

In Bee's words [I seem to use Kat and Bee interchangeably, just know that they're the same person], it was nice to see the boys "in their element". With the exception of lovely Gawain, who was a perfect gentleman all night, the other four were very charismatic, very loud and very attractive (by that, I mean they attracted all the single ladies. especially Brad and Clint. Insane). While walking on the street, those four guys turned heads, and Gawain and I walked behind with Bee and Ad, trying to figure out how they walked the way they did. [Gawain thinks it's got something to do with their seriously insane muscles- makes their arms too heavy to swing... or something.]

But Brad and Clint were seriously all charm (and not very much finesse, although no one they ran into seemed to care), Adriel was just... *blink* insane... And Jacob was... well, he got my number from me halfway through the night (and my email halfway through the day after... which would be today?). Enough charm and finesse for all four guys and a bit more, I'd say. And it just figures that he's friends with someone related to my new live group leader? (Brother? Cousin? Someone male? Facebook doesn't actually say) Why is the world so SMALL, dude?!

Anyway, shopped for lots of work clothes today for my internship starting next week. Excited? Not really. Excited to see the boyfriend on Monday? Definitely! Excited to pack? Definitely NOT.

<3

Today was an awesomely fun, if not exhausting day. Got five hours of sleep before hopping out of bed and heading out. Kathleen's birthday today!!! Wore seriously fancy outfits-- part of the theme. We were supposed to be 'mismatched'... but I kind of did match, in a Jane Aldridge-y kind of way. Or maybe even in a semi-normal kind of way. When I hit Kat's doorstep, the first thing anyone said to me was "You match!" (Adriell, Kat's brother)

Kat, Ad, Me and the two guys (Clint and Brad. I've heard SO SO SO much about them, and vice versa, and even chatted to Clint online so it's nice to finally meet the two Perth-nites) hung out around Orchard malls... MRT-hopped a lot. V joined us for a bit. Then we met up with Adriell and walked around ANOTHER mall. Met up with Kat and Adriell's cousins. Went back to C&B's hotel room... Chilled... Went back to Bee's. Hung out, dinner. Headed out for a walk and to the playground... chillaxed (there's a lot of that going around). Cut cake, played poker (I miss playing with David and Paul!) and then split to go back home. Ad and Bee are spending the night over at my place.

Hmm. What can I say? The highlights were the AWESOME befuddled stares that we got from passers-by due to our (especially the guys) outfits. C&B are extremely charismatic and hilarious, and brings out that side in Adriell too. Thus, hilarity ensued. The guys would rock up to any old stranger and say hi, wave (picture a REALLY erratic wave)... semi-call out greetings... I took a ton of pictures.

Bradley reminded me SO MUCH of someone, and I couldn't figure out who... until a few hours ago. He reminds me of a cross between Joe Jonas and Robert Buckley (Of Lipstick Jungle, One Tree Hill and Privileged fame). All charm and finesse. Hanging out with them reminds me of hanging out with P and his friends, actually. Very chillax, somewhat personal, somewhat not. Nostalgia. Haha. And Brad himself... IS A JACK'S MANNEQUIN FAN (S-K!!!!). He has awesome music taste, it must be said. And can be very sweet and thoughtful when you talk to him alone. We had quite an interesting conversation about relationships [he has a girlfriend, I have a boyfriend... stop that thought right now].

But goodness, I have never been a part of so many sexual entendres in one day in my life. Hilarious, but a little old after they kept teasing me about the same thing over and over (and over and over and over) again. There was a whole short conversation on cucumbers and their relative sizes and lengths from different... um, nations. [If you don't get the sexual reference, STOP READING NOW]

C: Asia cucumbers are relatively small. African cucumbers are the biggest.
*Cue stares at Brad (he's from South Africa)*
A: Japanese cucumbers are nice *points towards Brad's direction*
B: Why is everyone looking at me?!
A: No, no, we have one in the fridge! [And we just ate one... in the sushi]
K: I don't think there is such a thing as cucumbers from Africa.
*room erupts into hysterical laughter*
K: It's true! Africa has NO cucumbers!

You really had to be there to get the full effect. Priceless.

Also, you know those pebbles they lay out on the ground in the parks for people to walk on? Apparently they help with blood circulation or whatnot... Anyway, three of the guys went over and started rubbing their feet slowly over the pebbles and claimed that it was completely orgasm-worthy. Or would totally lead to one...

B: Come here, Callie. Try this...
Me: It's TICKLISH!
B/C: No, no no... It's like... *funky turned on face I'm assuming?* (Some more comments on how it's awesome and totally erotic)
Me: Unfortunately, there IS no hard evidence of that.
B: That's not true!
*I quickly avert my eyes from anywhere below mid-body range*

And Brad compiled a list of sex tips from me. Basically, anything I said after Clint or Brad said the words 'hey, Callie, give us some tips' got on the list. Thus, the list included things like 'Keep your mouth shut', 'Ow' (I hit Brad, but as he was flexing at the time, it hurt me more than it hurt him)... and the last one (there were seven, I think, saved on Brad's iPhone) being 'Fuck you' (I was getting annoyed). But for all that sexual crap, I asked Brad about it, and he declared that he was waiting for marriage. And that he'd never gone further beyond kissing any girl. I must admit, I was surprised. And I respected him loads for it. (:

It was just fun to hang out with a bunch of people around my age (they were mostly a year older, but that doesn't really count, when I'm dating a guy five years my senior), who were more or less like me. In my Brisbane life, I'm so used to hanging out with a bunch of people older than I was everywhere, and a bunch of people my age in youth group but whom I never really clicked with. These were guys (and girls) whom I could talk to about the nitty gritty things, stupid jokes, talk about drinking, sex and alcohol... People who were figuring out their lives just like I was. And could act a little stupid in a way that I could understand and join in too. Although it was pretty sickening that they kept picking after a while... I don't really appreciate the excess sexual crap pointed at me. [Bradley apologized later... haha.]

Hilarious game of poker. Bradley and Clint kept winning... until I looked under the table and realised that they had a WHOLE COLLECTION OF CARDS hidden there and could pick based on the flop. I ended up helping them pick cards (subtly, of course) and they won. [Brad stole all my chips when I wasn't looking. Ha. That jerk.]

Pictures another time, as I'm seriously exhausted, and we'll probably have a long day tomorrow as well. Adriell wanted to play basketball in the evening, and i think the other guys are interested.

I should be baking. In fact, I went out and bought ingredients to bake, but I'm still sitting in my room, indulging in... well, having a nice room. I just cleaned it today and it looks awesome (although our housekeeper thinks that it looks like an awful mess). Reading books, watching Privileged (I know, I know... I just don't really like 90210 and I needed something other than Gossip Girl), and editing holiday pictures.

It's Bee's birthday tomorrow. Day in town, night in sushi.

Because I have to rant...

I made up with one of my best guy friends. And I have a feeling that it's going to cause trouble with his ex-girlfriend. [In a nutshell, he was my closest guy friend... he liked me better but he dated her... and everyone, including her, knew it... And she hated me for it. She was happier when the guy and I weren't friends for a while (long story there about how he hated how my current boyfriend was treating me. it's very much a jacob/edward thing, I'm mortified to say...), but now that we've made up... well, she doesn't know we're friends again, and when she does, she'll probably hire a hitman or something. Oh, and did I mention that the girl and I are allegedly close friends? Hmm?

I just don't need to have to worry about watching my back all the time for the proverbial (or literal) knife that she's trying to launch at me! (because said 'friend' has tried to backstab me, I found out, by dropping little bitch-bombs on my best friend, trying to get her to hate me. Although it backfired and now my best friend hates HER, but that's not the point) I don't need someone trying to bitchslap me now because her stupid (sorry) ex-boyfriend liked me better. Argh. I have so many more important things to worry about!

And would you believe it? When I mentioned it to the guy yesterday, he goes "Once upon a time I liked you better? I always liked you better. And she knows that and that's why she's mad." Shouldn't she be throwing knives at his front and not at my back? He's the one who finds it all-so-amusing! Okay, scratch that. I find it amusing too. Not the long-lasting, never-ending drama... Just the fact that she feels jealous and threatened by a girl who's swamped in her own issues and is often battling with bouts of self esteem dips. Me? Really? I don't know if I should take it as a compliment.

<3

Went out for my dermatologist appointment today, and had lunch with my cousin and her mom. Went DVD shopping, and scored some box sets, so I'll be happily indulging for quite a while. Now back in my room, text messaging the boyfriend, reading Strangers In Death (JD Robb) and scouring the internet. Fun.

Planning on baking or something else tomorrow. B turns 18 on Thursday, and apparently a whole bunch of us are heading to town that night and have been instructed to wear 'crazy outfits'. As the craziest thing in my current wardrobe happens to be the pair of lookalike Margiela sandal booties, I'll just dress like me, won't I?

I hate the weather here. Period.

I really need to mail my Christmas cards. Damn, they're all lonely and forgotten on my desk.

I actually need to email a lot of people. I'm just sitting here, procrastinating.

Still procrastinating, and digging for details on a guy friend's life. -laughs shamefacedly- I should make a living as a reporter.