May is Birthday Month!

There are a few months during the year that are more birthday-heavy than others.


May is one such month.


Last weekend was the bar party. Half high-tea, half nightclub.. all fun! Marshmallow vodka with purple Vok liquor made great shooters. Vodka gummy bears were a success. Some ate them, some decorated their own cocktails with them. Tequila worms were a little too strong for some people, however everyone gave them a go.

Cakes & Sweet Treats by Miss Mia

My friend made the cake for last weekend (and also the one for this weekend). She is amazing when it comes to baking & fantastic, surprising cakes. This one in particular was a rainbow cake with meringue icing & multi-coloured fondant shapes.

SO GOOD! 

This weekend was a chocolate mud cake with raspberry icing. So sugary! I haven't got a photo of that one yet though. Definitely a good match for the backyard, cruisy, BBQ-style birthday party. Very Australian.

If you are in Brisbane, Australia - check her out. She has a Facebook page & is branching out into wedding cakes as well. She made her own engagement cake & is now selling cupcakes.

Also this week was (on a less merry note) my step-grandmother's funeral. 
Religion + Me = BAD IDEA!

I've got nothing against religion. You can believe what you want but don't go pushing your beliefs on me. I respect your opinions by not trying to convert you, please do the same to me.

It was awkward sitting in a church. I was expecting to burst into flames at any moment.

The one good thing about it was the jam & cream pikelets & scones! Definitely one of my favourite memories of growing up with super religious grandparents.

Health kick (or look how poor I actually am)

While saving for my venture into the unknown, I have come to realize that I am actually really poor. Don't get me wrong - I have money a plenty in a bank account that I am not allowed to touch.

Kids.. don't try to swim after a few vodkas.

So, as previously mentioned I am currently sleeping on a mattress on the floor at my mate's house. Which, if the vodka gummy bears & tequila gummy worms are any indication, has now transformed into a party house. We are also trying to create marshmallow vodka & skittles vodka. Haven't the supplies for those yet.

As my friend is allergic to a great deal of things, for the past few nights we've had stir-fry veges. Healthy. I am quite pleased with this choice, as I have neglected that side of things for a good number of years. This is also quite gentle when it comes to impact on my wallet.

I really enjoy cooking - I used to work in a restaurant - but I just haven't had the time/motivation to do so in a long while.

Feels good to actually be caring about what goes into my body again.


Will also be good when I have a nice, tidy sum of cash for my holiday & perhaps a more lean figure when the time comes to leave... definitely come in handy for any bar/pub/stripper/porn star work that I may end up in.

Gotta make ends meet somehow while I'm overseas.

Perfection

After yesterday's blog, I have decided to put my idea of perfection out into the open & maybe see what's going on in this pretty, little head of mine.

So my perfect guy:

I want him to be smart, well-traveled, cultured & have a tidy sum of money stashed away. Ideally he would be the top of his field (eg. owning an international multimillion dollar company).
           - Yes, I am that shallow that I want him to have money and have lived. I have no qualms saying that.

So MANLY!

I'd like him to be good looking. Here's where it gets a little more tricky. There are 2 options here:

1. Nordic.                        Like Mr Skarsgård here --->

A fair skinned, blonde, blue (or grey) eyed guy. Good body and a sexy accent is a MUST! What can I say I'm a shallow woman.



OR

2. Mediterranean. A well dressed, Italian gentleman with a fiery passion & a knowledge of how to do the TANGO! A man with rhythm is incredibly sexy.

Their accents are amazing also.


Things that are ACTUALLY the same no matter what they look like... accent, foreign, sexy body & a hot face.


  Eye color for a Mediterranean guys is optional.

 Please note: body hair is to be kept to a minimum. I'm not really a fan of a hairy chest, or a beard/moustache.




Unfortunately, Australians don't cut it for marriage material (at least for me). I know a lot of great Aussie guys who would be perfect for any other woman.

Now that doesn't mean I won't look twice at any other male who doesn't fall into one of these categories. Quite the opposite. You may be thinking "oh I don't have blonde hair & blue eyes, she's never going to pay any attention to me". Don't be so hard on yourself. Give it a go. You'd be surprised at the result.

This guy makes the cut.

I am currently trying to figure out a plan to entrap a good looking Asian rockstar for a nice tryst. I have a good idea of how to go about this but unfortunately his timetable is a little choppy & all over the place. *SIGH*

Anyone else have an idea of what their "perfect mate" would look like? Male/Female either way.

Also, please note that while this is the "PLAN" it doesn't mean that this will actually eventuate (much like my previous post)... but I have already mentioned I'm not going to be marrying for love. That ship has definitely sailed - so now I'm just picking up the pieces and making the best of what I've got.

According to my plan

I have a plan. Well, more accurately I had a plan.

It involved all the things young girls dream of: house, car, kids, a huge wedding, husband, shoes, money etc.

Not my car.

Looking at where I am in my life is quite depressing when I look at where I wanted to be at my age.

I haven't hit the "be married and have twins" point in my plan - that's a few years down the track - but it sure isn't going so well.

1. Yes I have a car and a job. That's a positive. Not everyone can say that. Great! What an ego booster... except for the fact that my car is banged up & will be going to my parents in a little under 4 months when I move. My job will also be either put on hold until my sabbatical is complete, or will be thrown into the wind without a backwards look. I'm putting my money on the latter. Simply because I can't stand working there any longer.

Not my husband... yet

2. Wedding, husband & kids. Well this is definitely not in my future. I don't want to be selfish and start a new relationship weeks before I am relocating for the better part of 2 years (at the very least). This entire idea to move came from the fact that I have decided I will never be able to marry for love. I'm a realist & I know that if I ever decide to get married it will be for social advancement & money. The kids won't come along until I have financial security (if ever!).

3. Money. There's never enough, and I already know I'm going to be living like a poor uni student, possibly as terrible as a crack addict for the next 2 years. Moving to one of the most expensive cities in the world will do that to you. Not to mention I don't know how I'm going to go job-wise. Without money - there can be no shoes or other luxuries.

I should probably mention that I have been sleeping on a mattress on my friend's floor for about a fortnight now (and it doesn't look particularly promising for the next few weeks).

I have to keep reminding myself that it will all be worth it & that I will have some amazing stories to tell my friends/family when I'm done - but being (technically) homeless is not exactly a walk in the park.

Gosh! It's only the 2nd post in & I'm put up an emo post already? *SHAME* Well, at least you are getting to know me a little bit better - that's a plus, I guess. I promise they won't all be like this.

Introductions

(Yet another thing for me to remember to update...)

It's that time/place on a blog where I have to introduce myself & express my likes/dislikes/wants/desires in life. *SIGH* I'm never any good at this.

So this is the 4th (?) blog I have going.. I'm a real social network butterfly. I'm trying to get my internet presence up so that when I finally move overseas in 4mths time, my friends & family will have a way to contact me & see what I get up to.

Where to start? I'm Australian - born & raised - and before you jump to conclusions about me looking like Miranda Kerr or Nicole Kidman, let me tell you - they've got nothing on me. HAHA! That's a lie. I don't have a tan and I can't surf. Glad we got that out of the way.

I'm a 23 year old girl who has caught the travel bug and, as previously mentioned, in 4 months I will be relocating from my little town on the surface of the sun to London, UK (Visa permitting).

I love learning about different cultures & trying my hand at other languages. I would love to study in a Swedish university (specific I know).

My ideal job (after actress, singer, astronaut, spy or cordon bleu chef) would be a translator/linguist. I would love to travel the world, meet new people & get paid to do it.

Previous travels include: several European countries & more recently China and Vanuatu.

I can play a variety of musical instruments and am a keen karaoke-er-er (?).

Many people feel that I am stuck up/snobby/egotistical. One of my favourite things someone has said to me is that "Flattery will get me everywhere, I only have to give you a compliment, stroke your ego just a little & you are putty in my hands". Unfortunately, we don't speak anymore. Such a shame really.

That's the basics I suppose. I may link to the other blogs later but for now this will have to do. I don't want to swamp you with too much reading on my first post.

Any questions? Ask them & I may surprise both of us with a reply.