Good luck Betty!

Good luck for your exam this Thursday Betty!

It has been hard and frustrating to be able to take a little time off from the craziness of work to study for your exam. Especially in this very busy reset period for you. You must be so stressed; those bags I saw this morning were not the Chanel kind.

It’s completely fine that you snap it every now and then, (I sure as hell did). Just don’t cross the “anti-social psychopathic” line and start mumbling to yourself. That’s not on.

You are a smart cookie

your sis

L

Happy 21st Helen!

To our dearest cousin Helen, Happy 21st Babe. We still can't believe you are 21!

The theme for the night was candyland, and we spent a copious amount of time preparing for the decorations and whipping up a worthy invite. Willy Wonker, the Milky Bar kid, M&M's, a candy cane and many more of Helen's friends came dressed up and got into the spirit.

The night was a great night had by all, good food, good company, tears, and of course the beautiful Miss Helen.

Happy Birthday Spikey

love L&B

Emancipated

After a few months of torture, heart ache and stupid fantasies, I have finally been emancipated. After a particularly demoralising 14 hour day, I left work feeling a little defeated. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an image of a person I once knew, a person I used to call my soul mate a life time ago. I often wondered what it would be like, and strangely, I felt nothing...So I just want to thank you. Thank you to all you ladies (you know who you are) out there who put up with my pro-longed mourning and for rolling your eyes when I was not looking. I am finally emancipated.

So Stressed Out Right Now!

Alas my final exams are here again, however this time I am extremely stressed out. I find it challenging to refrain myself from clicking it at the random people around me; my mum and the “interpretive dance” street performer can vouch for this.

I would like to apologize in advance to anyone that may cross paths with me in the next few weeks for the mild case of tourettes that I can’t seem to shake off. It wasn’t me the exams made me do it!

Ps. doesn’t the dog above look like his name should be Diego (insert Spanish accent with a strong lisp) and he should be on a highly decorated float?

What Date?

Tonight a close friend of ours will be performing a most unnatural act; she will be going out on a date. It has been my belief that the 'Date' is an extinct act, usually reserved for romantics and flimsy paperback novels you can pick up for $2.99. So you can imagine our shock when our friend casually mentioned that she was to be attending a date tonight! So as we picked out an outfit and an emergency escape route for our friend (can never be too safe), we realised that it may be a carefully developed sense of cynicism within the female species that has seen the end of the date.

Has the world become too cynical and jaded to still believe in the important ritual of a date?

Tonight, our friend will venture out for all the romantics and dreamers of this world. She will be armed with lipstick, towering pumps and an open mind. In her little act, she will single-handedly re-vamp the date and hopefully this will inspire all you fellas to ask a lady friend out and ladies, perhaps the next time some average Joe asks you out, think yourself as a pioneer and say yes to that allusive date....you never know what could happen.

To Chemistry Or Not To Chemistry?

Upon having a recent conversation with my girlfriends (Kat, Dee and Betty), we quickly arrived at a heated discussion about whether or not there should be chemistry for you to date a guy or even give him more attention.

On one hand Kat believes that chemistry is something that can be sought out after a few dates, or even a few weeks. She believes that most people have some quality in them that should be worth taking time out to discover.

Now me on the other hand, if I don’t get that feeling (you know what I mean ladies...) in the first half an hour of meeting the “potential man”, then it’s not worth my time or effort. I know myself, that I just can't seem to muster up that physical and emotional energy it requires to blubber on about the ailing ceiling structure over dinner with a "potential man" to fill in the awkward silences...up until the magical time that there may be a glimmer of chemistry; in which case I will definitely mistake it for delusion because I was so bored in the first place.
So ladies and gents, let me know... is it necessary to have chemistry with a "potential man" before one actually dates him? Or God willing give him a second or third date??