buhbye melbournegirl tumblr

Dear one or so readers who actually visits this site,
Guess what? After a year and a bit of self loathing tinged posts and cheap attempts at geekery, I’ve decided to close this tumblr down and start afresh elsewhere.

Cheers for reading and sharing some key moments in my life such as:

• Riding in an empty Connex train carriage
• The day I purchased my iPhone

and

• When my life ground to a complete halt for a while

A great deal has changed since then, so I’ve decided to concentrate on the good stuff from here on in.

This site will be going offline as of May 01, 2009.

Thanks for reading,

- m

storm in an a cup

Boobs over brains. That’s what it was. The DDs won out in the end. It didn’t matter that I felt like a performing seal in from of you. It didn’t matter that you were there on my first day to make me feel brave.

I know that I grilled you and you hated me for it. I can’t even remember what UMTS stands for anymore. Who would’ve thought that I’d be the one in your old shoes, four years later.

Yes, I’m still a little angry and hurt. Still annoyed that Ms DD got it. I guess I was right so long ago. I can only talk to you when I’m drunk.

You still make me feel funny but it’s a “sad funny”. Why did you use the word “despondent”? I laughed along with your constructive criticism/positive feedback. The truth was I saw you on a different light and boy did it repulse me.

Nothing has changed though. I hope we can still talk to each other over a beer at our usual watering hole. I hope that the next time I dress up in sensible business wear and act like a performing seal you’ll choose me over some chick with a pair of DDs.

merry christmas, mr rendersaur

Merry Christmas, old friend, wherever you are. I’m sure that you’re having a jolly old festive season surrounded by loved ones and no doubt will be doing something pretty special for New Year’s Eve.

Has it been ten years already since we last communicated? I’ve still got the postcard from Budapest (ok, so you found it in a Northcote op shop, I still love it to bits) and the beautiful CDs that you gave me. The daffodil bulbs are still kicking on after all these years but it hurts to look at the flowers because they remind of you. It was cool of you to give me a lasting reminder and well, you certainly made a huge impact on my life. I regret treating you so badly though. I was nothing more than a stupid immature 21 year second year Media student who thought that she was all that just because she hosted a radio show on a now defunct student radio station.

Ten years down the track and I’m still slowly trying to find my feet in this crazy mixed up world. Ok, ok, it’s not so crazy but the world at times can be pretty bloody mixed up. I never did get the chance to become some huge DJ in the UK. It was just a pipedream. I work in a call centre. Sold my soul to sales and its sort of paid off. I’m a sales coach and my life revolves around bringing the best out in my team and making sure they’re all happy, productive little drones. It’s a job, it pays the bills and I’m fairly satisfied with it.

I still PT it to work and every so often catch myself daydreaming in the mornings, quietly thinking about the years gone by. Has it really been that long? I’m sure you dropped off the Internet and are leading some happy life.

Wherever you may be, I just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas, Mr Pachyderm/Rendersaur.

With mad respekt as always,

Ruffy (but I’m now known as melbournegirl)

2008 meme

(ganked from an old friend’s Livejournal and also x-posted to my proper blog, melbournegirl)

1) Where did you begin 2008?
Babbling about bullshit to my mate, Wombat

2) What was your status by Valentine’s Day?
Ambiguous, annoyed and discontent…..single-ish

3) Were you in school (anytime this year)?
Unless you count an adventure or three in the land of L&D as school, I’d say no

4) How did you earn your money?
By busting my girlychops as a Sales Coach for a call centre

5) Did you have to go to the hospital?
Only to visit people.

6) Did you have any encounters with the police?
No.

7) Where did you go on holiday?
Down the street.

8) What did you purchase that was over $1000?
Well, my iPhone nearly cost a grand outright

9) Did you know anybody who got married?
No

10) Did you know any body who passed away?
My father

12) Did you move anywhere?
Out of my chair to go to the bathroom on numerous occaisions.

14) What concerts/shows did you go to?
Diddly freaking squat. I barely left the house.

15) Are you registered to vote?
Of course

16) Who did you want to win Big Brother?
GO AWAY

17) Where do you live now?
In the same shitbox I’ve been living in for years

18) Describe your birthday.
Messy, depressing and be thankful that I didn’t jump in the Yarra. A nice boy looked after me.

19) What’s one thing you thought you’d never do but did in 2008?
Let go.

20) What has been your favorite moment?
2008 was right up there with 1998. Absolutely fucked up.

21) What’s something you learnt about yourself?
I turn into a robot to stop myself from feeling anything.

22.) Any new additions to your family?
No.

23.) What was your best month?
None of them

24.) Where will you be ending 2008?
At home. Asleep.

powdered milk

His icy blue eyes appeared glassy, like two translucent baubles that had no place in his head. He hunched his lanky body over the bar, ogling the bar chick and wondering whether he should orders two Stellas, two Asahis or whether he should take the bar chick home.

I was standing behind him, quietly checking out his posterior and the nape of his neck. Various mental images were running through my mind.

Cocaine.

He would be awesome in bed on cocaine. I never touched the stuff in my life but he liked to indulge.

Two Stellas. Nice choice.

As he turned around, he noticed me looking awkward, out of place and waiting to buy an overpriced bottle of Asahi.

“Hey! I didn’t see you there”, he said.

The funny thing is he never has seen me _there_ in all the time that I’ve known him.

oh lover, i'm still around

huzzah! i haz iphone!

After much waiting, watching, blogging and jumping up and down about my lack of iPhone, I can now say that…..

I HAZ IPHONE!!!

16Gb worth of pearl white shiny Apple iPhone love with thanks to some mega heads up from the boys and girls over on the Whirlpool forums. Altona Gate Telechoice was invaded and within 10 minutes of watching my credit card scream in agony and having the lovely Telechoice lass unbrick my new toy, I was slowly bouncing off home to call up Optus and activate my new prepaid shiny thing.

Optus came to the party by giving me $400 worth of credit and a whopping 1Gb of data to play with as their way of saying “Sorry for not releasing lots and lots and lots of prepaid stock. Please forgive us and spend up big because we like you!” (or something to that extent)

My iPhone is now happily running on 2.1 firmware and the hunt for the 16Gb iPhone is over.

it's all a little zenlike

Working on a new project. Can’t say too much about it other than it tastes good.

Coding, coding, coding. Moving, moving, moving

What the hell is @melbournegirl still doing up at almost three in the morning? The damn same thing that you’re doing - being an insomniac.

hey there, jupiter

a bucketful of subconscious sludge

I had a really odd dream last night.

/cue dream sequence music and really dodgy wibbly wobbly video wipe

It was Winter 2007 and I ventured out to my usual watering hole to catch up with the work boys for an Asahi or two. One of my mates had decided to be clever and commence drinking from 4:30 in the arvo. No worries there. I was just concerned about him getting righteously blind on cheap Japanese beer and being a complete arsehole to me.

There was a guy sitting at the bar, flicking a coaster backwards and forwards. I only noticed him because he had taken my usual spot where I sat and acted like a friendless idiot.

I wandered up to him and said “Hey mang, you’re in my spot”. He looked up at me and replied “I don’t see your name on this seat”. I wandered off, all annoyed-like and told my mate what was going on. I wandered back up to the bloke and asked him to move or I’d call my mate over.

The bloke who was sitting in my usual spot looked me up and down. He sighed.

“Will you shut up if I buy you a beer?” he asked. My anger promptly disappeared and I took him up on the offer.

I noticed some scribbles on a napkin at the bar. I asked him if they were his scribbles and he nodded.

“I’m looking for someone to collaborate with. I’m a writer and a DJ” he said.

I very nearly fell off the barstool. I’d been waiting for this big break for a long time.

I would team up with him on one condition and that was for him to never sit in my spot at the bar again.

—-

So why such an awesomely inspirational and vivid dream, you may well ask? I’ve been putting off so many things of late - namely getting back into photography, writing and my DJing. The bloke that stole my spot at the bar was just the ticket to get me back on my feet after three and a half years of putting things off.

As to the identity of the bloke, well, I’ll keep hush about it. I’m sure he’ll figure it out.