My coat has blood on it, and I had blood on me! My coat was used to cover a little old (70+) lady who was hit by a car in front of me and Darius in Norwood on Sunday night. And I had blood on me from her blood on her umbrella because it was raining and dripping onto my shirt. She kept looking for her umbrella but denying that the one I was holding was hers, every time we told her that I was holding it for her. It was slightly bent and had some blood on it, and it was the umbrella picked up from the ground next to her ... so I'm pretty sure it was hers. I think she just didn't recognise it. Or, the dented umbrella did not go with her outfit and she didn't want it anymore ;-)

I think she will be ok (possible broken bones and a few cuts and bruises aside) because she was pretty collected while waiting for the ambulance - an onlooker said "shit!" and she said "I beg your pardon!" in a most affronted tone. Ha! Go the sassy grandma who won't stand for that language even when she's down!

Well, the ambulance and an on-duty police officer arrived, so we headed back to the car and took of all our wet and/or bloodied shirts and coats (it sounds so much worse than it was - I just had a drop on my shirt sleeve and arm, and a bit mixed with the rain on my coat) and went home in our singlets. I put everything in the wash and changed so that we were presentable for my cousin's birthday dinner.

OH HOLY SHIRT!

Official Twilight teaser trailer released! HERE!

I introduced eneit's youngest son to the pleasures of licking the bowl after someone has baked something sweet. At under one, just, he has been corrupted.

eneit and I were baking - her famous chocolate mudcake (viciousdisorder, in that post is my chocolate cupcake/muffin recipe*) and orange muffins. I dipped my finger into the bowl a few times and fed Daniel some of the mixture.

After the baking was complete, and we had moved onto the mudcake, we walked away from the table for a few minutes. eneit was mixing the mudcake, and I was ... well, I was probably checking out LJ.

eneit turned back to the kitchen and burst out laughing. Daniel had leaned as far forward as possible in his high chair and grabbed the bowl that the orange muffins had been mixed in, and the spoon, and was licking both!

Smart child.

*I keep wanting to mash the two words together ... but I don't like cupmuffin, and muffcake =X is just downright wrong. lmao!

Oh Sari, what fool thing have you done now? Why, I permed my hair on advice from my hairdresser...

The Whole Story:

Once upon a time, a Chinese man and an Australian woman of European-descent had a daughter. As a baby, the daughter had slightly Asian eyes. As she grew older, she resembled more and more her mother. In the tussle for control of physical features, Chinese genes battled Caucasian. In a less-then-well-planned move, the Chinese genes decided to launch their attack against the Caucasian genes at the base of the child's skull which was covered by her very, very curly hair. Unfortunately, the Chinese genes exhausted themselves battling against the Caucasian curly hair gene and the Chinese genes were not able to battle any further. Therefore, when the child grew up she looked completely Caucasian but for one lock of hair at the base of her skull that was dead straight.

Ok. Translation.

I have this one piece of hair that remains consistently straight and hangs beneath the rest of my hair which is (naturally) curly. It's almost as though the 50% of me that is Chinese tried to make my hair straight as a starting point for looking half Chinese but was so overwhelmed by the curls that it only managed one piece of hair and couldn't go on to make me look Asian anywhere else on my body =D

It is a source of frustration for me. I know it's there. I know it's hanging below and looks flat, or like I missed a spot when I was curling my hair etc. So, my hairdresser and I discussed it. We permed it to be much more in line with the rest of my curls.

Yay!

I am having a bad mail moment.

At the end of November, the family I was staying with went overseas to China for ... well, until January some time. Before they left, we agreed that they would pass on my contact details to the housesitter so I could arrange to collect my mail.

A week after they left, I called the house phone six times over two days and in the end I just dropped by the house. I met the housesitter when I stopped by because she just happened to be home. I picked up my mail, chatted to her, and wrote down my contact details - mobile, home number with my aunt - asking her to call me if any more mail came.

I told her I was waiting for tickets to the Adelaide Big Day Out and I was worried about them. She said she would let me know if anything came in for registered post.

The next day I received a notification from Big Day Out to advise that my tickets had just been posted.

That was three weeks ago now. I have tried calling this lady, I have driven to the house several times (twice yesterday!) and left a note in the door asking her to call me about my mail (the first time, the second time it was gone - either blown away or collected). No response.

Before you ask, she is not the type to steal the tickets or anything. I think she's just forgotten or something similar.

I am driving there tonight before dinner in the hope that she will be home and I can just drop in.

But, dammit - why is she uncontactable? Why is she never home? Why won't she call me, since I can't call her! (She didn't give me her mobile or work email or anything). Dammit.

Big Day Out tickets - that's a couple of hundred dollars right there. I'm worried. I'm annoyed.

I had a very weird dream last night. Sort of Buffy the Vampire Slayer meets my house and me. For some reason I was a slayer, and a new girl to my school had come over for the afternoon - I guess to study or something. She ended up chasing me up the main stairs and down the side stairs in our house* and trying to bite me! I through a pumpkin, a vase, and a shoe at her, and then managed to stake her with a lead pencil (not sure why that worked, since the point is the lead, not the wood ... but hey, at least I'm not a vampire this morning, lol).

For some reason she only wanted to bite me, and not my mother who spent the whole time just standing in the kitchen trying to work out what was going on.



*My house is two levels, the top level can be walked from the west end to the east end of the house without stopping (that is to say, all of the rooms have doors in them that form a sort of corridor through them). At each end of the house (more or less) there is a set of stairs. You can effectively run laps in my house.

I have new eyes! I can seeeeeeeeee :X

Monday saw (more visual speak! ha!) me going to the optometrist to get tested. I came out with new contacts (30 day, sleep-in), new frames ordered, and new sunglasses. The end result is that apart from adjusting to the new strength and type of contacts, I'm going well. I can see!

Also, I've never spent more than $20 on sunglasses before, and I now have $340 Versace sunglasses. I had better not drop these or sit on them :X I'll take a picture sometime - they're kinda cute.

I guess this is the beginning of my descent into hell as a spoiled and privileged rich, private school girl 0.0 lol

I went to the Robbie William's concert in Adelaide last night with Sarah and Mon. The venue was a football (AFL) park with grandstands and seating reserved for gold and silver tickets, and general admission onto the playing field. We were on the top level of the grandstand, toward the back. We had a decent view of the stage so despite being far away and Robbie looking like a stick figure, we still had heaps of fun. It was definitely enjoyable. I'm not a huge Robbie fan, to be honest with you, but I know and enjoy some of his songs for sure! Still, with the atmosphere and the lighting and effects, and in the company of two very good friends who are huge fans, I was able to get into the swing of things.

Before the concert even started, a couple of police officers came up the aisle next to where we were sitting and went to the back of the grandstand (only 5 or so rows away) and pulled out four mysterious carboard packages. Apparently some of the concert-goers had found them and called for police assistence as nobody was claiming them as theirs. The police put plastic gloves on to open the boxes, and pulled out some sort of mechanical/electrical contraption with wires hanging out ... and then put them all back in and carried the boxes away. So, it looked bomb-ish, but I don't really know what the truth was. That was a bit scary - especially the police officer opening the box and pulling out the contents - not very safe for bystanders if it had turned out to be the worst possible explanation.

I would probably have liked to have left at the point, but my friends were in control of the transportation, so I was much at their mercy, lol. In the end however, it was a fun night with no other scary happenings!

After the initial drama, the concert got under way (not that it was ever held up by the discovery in our area). The opening lights and special effects were very dramatic (in fact, in the end this was the best element of the whole night for me). Among the songs he did were Millenium, Let Me Entertain You, Rock DJ, Kids, Rudebox, Angels, Come Undone, Strong, and Sin Sin Sin. Some people got into it a little too much and threw their bras onto the stage! (Not me, I am too poor and too attached to my sexy lingerie to throw it about like that.)

At the end, we managed to get out rather smartly - after the initial bottleneck caused by everyone trying to exit their seats all at once. When we were outside of the stadium, people were milling about and in some areas had stopped entirely due to too much foot traffic. Sarah employed her usual nightclub tactic. She grabbed Mon's hand, and Mon grabbed mine, and then just towed us through the crowd at an almost-run (I was just dragged along by the two of them - I can't work out if that was a positive or a negative, lol, but it was certainly to do with being the smallest of the three and at the end of the chain). People seem to clear for people running, and also you get to the gaps quicker than anyone else. All in all were exited the venue and got home in around a total of 30 - 40 minutes ... which given that there was a crowd of sixty thousand, was really not too bad at all.

I was driving to work this morning and something exploded in my car. It gave me one hell of a fright - it sounded like a plastic container exploding or something electrical shorting.

After nothing more happened, and nothing seemed to have suffered in my car (apart from my heart rate) I kept going.

It wasn't until I got into work and was taking my packed lunch out of my bag to put in the fridge, that I realised that my yoghurt had popped! Burst! No electrical shorting, whew! Fortunately it had not opened immediately inside my handbag (it was inside the plastic bag that my lunch was in, inside my handbag).

I ate my mutant yoghurt as quickly as possibly - I didn't want it to burst further and try and take over the kitchen at work.

Edited: Ok. I think y'all (as sweet and as warming as it is) are possibly all a little over concerned. This was fluffy mousse yoghurt stuff, and I firmly believe that it was simply the change in temperature that caused the air inside the container to expand a little too vigorously, causing the pop - or possibly the stuff making it light and fluffy. Or both. Anyway, rest assured I wouldn't actually eat something I thought had a chance of being off - if the yoghurt had been anywhere near it, it would have gone straight to the bin.

Just this week a friend from many years ago signed into AIM. I was so excited I dropped the phone and had to try to IM her immediately. Unfortunately Anna couldn't reply straight away, but when I next signed on (the following day) and IMed her again to see if she was there, she replied straight away telling me that she had sent her response just a moment too late - I signed off before she hit send.

I haven't spoke to Anna in about 3 years, but she was one of my closest friends when we were in regular contact. I don't know entirely - I'm pretty sure it was to do with my changing email addresses and her computer dying but I do think that the loss of contact seemed to come from her side.

I have always added Anna's AIM sn to every new login that I created, just in case! And over this weekend, the just in case occurred! Yay! I filled her in on the happenings in many of our mutual friends (or friends from that time period). She was interested to know that so many had married or had children, and that many of the marriages had come about between people who had met through the organisation we were all involved in.

I expect, from our conversation, that she will be online a lot more now - having finally remembered the password to her AIM sn! lol.

Why is it that when a girl reads a bridal magazine, everyone assumes she's getting married? Can I not just look at the pretty pictures and dresses and flowers without an ulterior motive? I should just say "why yes I am!" to stir them :X

I was reading Bride To Be at the hairdresser on Saturday because my only other options were Sports Illustrated or FHM, lol. The girl who did my hair was asking if I was getting married and telling me how she wanted to marry her boyfriend of three years. I think I might have slightly disappointed her when I said I wasn't getting married, heh.

Speaking of weddings - I looked at the amusements in the paper this morning which happened to back onto the weddings page. Turns out that the son of one of my father's good friends got married over the weekend. I and my mother had no idea. We wonder if my father knew? After all, he is very good mates with the groom's father, but he has been overseas for most of this year.

Edited: Apparently my dad was not informed because it's his friend's cousin (who happens to have the same name) kid who got married.

I currently have 25 giant Christmas stockings made of felt on my desk. And 23 name tags, one for each person who works for this company.

Said to my boss just before leaving at the end of the day, yesterday -

Sari: Hey! I need a payrise. I mean, since you changed my role from customer service consultant to Santa's Helper Elf ... Also, does this mean my dress code has changed?
The Boss Type: When you come into work dressed appropriately for your new role as Santa's Helper Elf, we'll talk payrises then.


I think I've mentioned before the strange things that seem to come under the control of my department.

(I'm seriously tempted to turn up to my next review in a Santa's Elf costume. lol.)

Last night I did as planned. Picked up things from home, etc. I'd put everything in the car, and was preparing to turn it on to leave when I realised - upon switching on the headlights - that something was on my car staring at me.

( I was trapped! Trapped, I say! )

I don't know what happened to it after that, but I hope that it got away safely to live another day (just not on my car.)

Guess what! On Thursday night at Marion I was involved with the police, omgwtfbbqd00d.

I was eyeing off the diamonds (lol) in the jewellery shop window - it's sort of underneath where the cinemas are, and near an opening that looks onto the lower level - and I witnessed two guys aged 16-18 pick up one of the "wet floor, caution" yellow signs and throw it really quite violently over the balcony (potentially could kill a small child, or injure an older person at the very least) so I made sure to remember what they looked like and what they were wearing. After this, I peered over the edge of the balcony to see what had occurred below. The sales clerk at the little promotional mid-aisle/walkway store saw me and asked me, from the lower level, if I had seen the people and seen where they'd gone. I replied that I had. So she called the security guards, after asking me to wait and talk to them if I didn't mind. In the end the security guards took so long to arrive, she just gave up and told me never to mind, so I went to get a Boost juice instead. On my way back past Games Workshop and the stairs to the cinema, heading back to my car to go home, I saw the kids who had thrown the object again! So I went down to the sales clerk and said to her "if you want to call the security guards, I spotted those kids still hanging around chatting up some girls!" so she called the security guards, and this time they came - they got lost last time (*snickers* good security, huh?) - within five minutes. All three big men in suits, lol, they followed me back up the escalators and near enough for me to point out the guys, and still remain unidentified to them. So then two security guards go to deal with them, and one went with me to the security room to have me help them find the incident on the cameras (I had lots of fun trying to spot myself on the camera, in order to know if we were close to when it was about to occur on the taping, and admiring how good I looked :x lol). The kids lied at first so the security guards brought in the police as well, and then shortly after that we found video footage of them doing it. Mwahahaha .... caught out. (I didn't think that these kids should get away with such disrespectful and dangerous behaviour - unfortunately, as I've gotten older, I've noticed more and more hooligan-like behaviour from the younger kids, and I've become more and more frightened of people in general as a result ... but I stood up for the nice people this time. Go me).

To borrow from a favourite web comic of mine, "justice is cute!" ... and damn, am I cute. Tee hee.

I was shaking so much afterwards, I decided I deserved some retail therapy to help myself over the shock and nerves of speaking up like that (I was frightened that maybe the two kids would recognise me and try to do something to me in the car park or something - as it turns out they were waiting at the pedestrian lights of the intersection I used to exit the car park :x but fortunately they were other wise preoccupied with their mobiles, probably recounting the story to someone, and didn't recognise me). I bought season one of The OC on dvd. Lol. It's terrible really - so unrealistic and dramatic, but ... as much as I boycotted it in the first season, I've somehow become addicted to it in its second season and thought I like it so much and really ought to catch up on the history of the characters ... (I hope to eventually buy Buffy on dvd too, one day). I really shouldn't have spent the money ... but I did. It just means I tighten my belt this month, financially.


There's not a lot of other news - I'm still stressed out about my exam on Monday, and the other stuff causing problems for me hasn't gone away ... but I just wanted to tell you all about the incident, I guess, lol. Any other news is limited to:

• I scored 96% on my take-home assignment for Italian.


• Darius and I are going shopping for my birthday present on Sunday.


• I miss my little brother.


• I can't wait to go away for the weekend with Darius - I'm looking forward to some for just the two of us.


• Darius and I plan to get home from out interstate mini-holiday, only to take another one (taking the tent, camping stove, and some provisions) at his property one hour north of Adelaide.

SQUEE.

Oh, bugger, I forgot to mention how we went out to dinner with a friend who is leaving on Tuesday to go backpacking overseas for three months. We had Mexican, and eek ... my dish, personally, was not good. I had to get up and leave the restaurant for fresh air. It took me a good fifteen to twenty minutes to recover, by which time Darius called my mobile because he was worried at how long I'd been gone for (I'd ended up walking a little way up and down either side of the road looking in shop windows). Unfortunately my discomfort was definitely caused by the food (I've reached a point of knowing in my body the difference between being sick from alcohol and being sick from food or something else) and not the 4 margaritas and 1 tia maria and coke that I consumed over the course of the evening. I ended up eating so little of the Mexican, and the smell of the other dishes was making me ill ... but later I was hungry, so we stopped at a pub and I ordered a (small) second dinner, from the kids' menu, hee hee.

Anyway, it's bedtime for me ... I hope to be back and fully posting by Wednesday. I owe you an Easter post, before I go away for the wedding (this is the reason for Darius and me to have a mini-holiday, lol, as we have to go interstate for the celebrations) for a few days and then camping for a few more. After that I should be completely back to normal.

Oh, btw aurora1357 if you see this - I ran into Naima at the pub tonight, and mentioned to her that you were coming and had said to me that you'd thought about catching up with her for lunch or something. I suggested to her that she email you about it, if she was interested :) So, look out for an email sometime soon :)