andrea

shygirlandrea @ 2006-11-06T04:31:00

2006-11-06T04:31:13Z

hey guys =)

long time no post, eh? for shame, cobbas. bang bang.

how awesome was thao's 21st party! good times people. me and cam got there pretty early, so i filled up on cc's specialty made sushi. i must commend him on his sushi making ability! good effort, mr wong. i did mention to him, that i got drunk and/or sick the previous night, and was definately not up to history repeating itself. i think he responded by saying, "sure sure, let's drink up". haha.

cc, make sure you make haste with posting up pictures of nudie. i have never seen her face so red. that was solid entertainment. i was pretty busy taking care of nudie and laughing at her being drunk, however next thing i know, the tables have turned, and nud's hell sobered up and i'm the one being rushed to the sink. how awkward.

highlights of the night:

- cc's little striptease, his slightly disconcerning possessiveness over the stereo with screams of "don't touch it, don't touch it",
- nud's tomato in mouth antics,
- everybody offering cam an alcoholic beverage,
- and our little soiree in the middle of the garage.

i gotta say, thao has a lovely house, and the party was set-up so well. her garage looked classier than most clubs! coughs *metros*

i felt pretty damn sick after the drinking, to be honest. my dad took me to sizzler the next day for lunch. he commented that sizzler had gone downhill, because there was hardly any prawns in their "prawn salad", they were miserable with their parmesan cheese, and that they didn't offer any nuts to compliment the ice-cream. didn't stop him from stuffing his face though.

anywho, i best be off. i gotta work tonight and there's a couch in front of the tv with my name on it. =)

shygirlandrea @ 2006-10-29T03:12:00

2006-10-29T03:22:30Z

hey hey guys =)

it's so nice to have a whole weekend off. it's brilliant man. last night i wanted to have a bit of an easy one, so cc, dan and i hit nando's and the movies. after much persuasion (and the fact that we missed the devil wears prada) we went to see 'the departed'. to be honest, i wasn't particularly keen on this alleged departed, so i thought if i'm to watch this movie, i might as well indulge in a little movie luxury with popcorn and frozen coke. apparently it's bad to have fizzy drinks when you've got a cough, at least that's what cc told me. did you guys know this?!

whatever. cc's not my mother, i had the frozen coke anyway.

however, i was quite pleasantly surprised with the movie. it was quite entertaining. i'm not that sure that all the violence and profanity was completely necessary to the plot, although it did leave cc saying that the movie was "sick sick" and he kept on making gun shooting noises and pointing his fingers in the shape of a gun to me after the movie, all the way back to the car. i personally had to go home with my car doors locked and watch comedies til i fell asleep on the couch. how awkward.

anyway, who wants to go watch the devil wears prada with me?! hmm???

crap...gotta go get ready to be at caz's house to go eat noodles. yay.

ANDREA ETA = stated ETA + 30 mins +/- an hr =(

shygirlandrea @ 2006-10-28T09:22:00

2006-10-28T09:39:36Z

hey kiddies =)

well i guess i better start off by saying a big yay to nudie and den! it's about time, just quietly. lol. nah, you guys are awesome, and it's nice to see denny *whipped* so soon. good job nud! hahahaha. i'm so kidding. *winks at nud*

anywho, nothing much to report on my front. i've had training all week for roulette, so i'm pretty happy to get away from the punters. so far i really like the game, it's good fun, but the maths is full on. but the real beauty is the fact i've been working 10am-6pm. it's awesome guys! you don't realise how good you've got it working normal hours until you have to work shit hours. how crazy tho. i miss dealing black jack. i'll never admit it to anyone at work, cos i always pay out people for saying they like work, dismissing them simply as "croup nerds". for shame, andrea. i may be turning into one of said nerds.

but enough talk of lame-o work. finally managed to update my little white i-poo *gazes at it adoringly* and downloaded some pretty good song-o-roonies. current faves have to be 'angel' by pharrel, 'that girl' by marques houston, 'we ride' by rihanna, and 'can't nobody hold me down' by mase and diddy. download them illegally if you have the chance. to respond to cc's love of 80's music, might i suggest a little 'dangerous' by roxette, 'private dancer' by tina turner, and 'desperado' by the eagles. i can't go past phil collins either. sad i know, but that phil, boy he gets me every time. and i recently downloaded some oldies but goodies such as 'nobody knows it but me' and 'hard to say i'm sorry'.

til next time, gotta get ready for churchy. x

shygirlandrea @ 2006-10-03T13:21:00

2006-10-03T06:14:25Z

hey hey guys =)

actually just arose from my deep slumber. i knocked off 12 hours, i tell you what nearly verging the 13 mark. solid effort. i give myself props. so what better way to start the day then to eat a hj's burger (mmm healthy) and update to my beloved lj. oh boy i have been neglecting you...*strokes the screen lovingly*

in response to nudie's comment about songs making her peaceful, i have to say bon jovi's always is a classic. i love driving down the freeway and singing my heart out. how embarrassing nud. but i have to say whenever i'm feeling down, i don't know why, i gotta listen to wayne wonder's 'no letting go' or perhaps a little 'suga suga' by baby bash. do you know what song is good to listen to whilst you are posting? that 'crazy' song. you know!!! "who do you, who do you, think i am??! blah blah blah, i think you're CRRAAAAZZZZYYYYY...." LOVE IT!!!

hey denny and cc, guess what i just heard a reference to in the radio mazda ad??? they were talking about JACOB'S LADDER!!! you know after wednesday, i fully appreciated hard-core exercisers. what keeps them motivated i'll never know. in actual fact, when i was going down jacob's ladder, i was unaware that i was actually on said ladder. i thought it was just a awfully long staircase leading to the actual spiral white staircase that i've vaguely remembered seeing at kings park. so when i was pretty much all the way down, bar one flight of stairs, i saw cc coming back up and no white magical spriral staircase in the distance and needless to say the penny dropped. i felt a little jipped. haha, cc you gave me an encouraging look as if to say, "keep at it", and i nodded enthusiastically back and said, "you guys go ahead, i'll meet you up there"...gee, i had no intention of going down that last flight of stairs. i gave it a few minutes and then carried on back up the ladder. you needn't say it. i know, how shame.

did you know my calves hurt until saturday?! we have these stairs at work that lead up to the main gaming floor, that is pretty much single file only, and we have to go up and down them about 8 times during a work day, on the way to the cafe for our break. considering our break is only fifteen minutes, and every minute is precious...i was certainly holding up the queue like a spanner in the works, with my grandma limp-age. people actually asked "what's wrong with you?!" as they were desperately trying to bypass me as we were going down the stairs. man, people can be brutal. but still, the ladder, good times. solid effort.

i pretty much had one of the best weeks for quite some time. mostly due in part to the fact i only worked 2 days last week. how good was the grand final!!! DEFINATELY worth me calling in sick for...i couldn't have missed that great game. it was strange how we we're all watching the game at thao's house, and it was full of asians screaming at the tv, whilst eating kfc and pizza and knocking back a couple beers. or in cc's case 10. how un-fobby. i loved it. what a great atmosphere. turns out nudie had about a can of bourbon and cola, and had to go to tracy's house after the game to work on her assignment. a little birdy tells me that nud was still drunk when she got there. lol.

ended up going to *secret* asia cocktail on friday night with some asian work mates. i must admit, despite the hefty $25 price tag, i actually had a good time. i know it sounds like i got jipped, but i just reasoned that since the entry entitled us to two free drinks, i pretended i was just paying onxy drink prices, averaged out to $12.50 per drink, and i got my money's worth...right guys?! anywho, it was a good night and i didn't get shot at/or stabbed, so i'd say it was a success. well it was at metros, wasn't it? =)

saturday night was awesome! everyone's spirits were at an all time high and we hit niche first. then headed off to onyx with bec, natlee, thao and annie. it was too funny! bec was the only white chick, hence "egg"! (yellow on the inside, white on the outside) she loved it!!!

on sunday i had to work. and let me tell you, that was hard. that's all i'll say.

on monday we went to the royal show. what a massive team effort from everyone. why am i always a sucker for the 20 cent machines?! i guess i'm always hanging out for the hope of hitting the big payout. should have cashed in whilst i had the chance. =( i tell ya, whilst i was playing, it was a taste of the good life. gambling at it's most basic. thank goodness i work at the casino, otherwise i would owe it a house by now.

was soooo tempted to buy the hello kitty bag for adam. FINE!!! i wanted to buy it for myself, but couldn't justify $20 for some random paraphenalia shamelessly emblazoned with the hello kitty logo. so i settled for the magazine showbag with vouchers for stuff i'll never use in it. good buy indeed. cammie and daryn went showbag crazy and bought every single showbag available. boy was i jealous of dazza's magnetic dart board!!!

to tell you the truth, i'm not much of a ride person, or a game person, or a showbag person...why did i go, you ask?! just for the sheer company of the team and/or the 20 cent machines. me and cc actually went on the mega drop! what a thrill. i gotta say, the default clause being written in chinese was not a major convincer. it would have to be a combination of thao and denny's peer pressure. but i'm glad we soldiered on and conquered the megadrop. even if it was with our eyes closed and screaming like little girls.

the game that i really wanted to play was the fishing game that cynthia played. but i feared i would seem outta place with the under 5 kids. i ended up playing the string game. i mean c'mon, EVERYONE GETS A PRIZE. i bought three pulls, and nud pulled marbles, i pulled this stupid teddy thing, and natlee pulled the prize that i actually wanted the most...a TORCH complete with batteries. awesome. i am serious. i gave that stoopid bear to nudie.

the only reason i'm glad that the long weekend is over, is that now it's not double demerits and the roads can finally go back to being safe. i swear, why is it that people must go waaaay below the speed limit just because of double demerits??? i know, i'm only playing around with 5 left, and a big boo boo could leave me license-less, but still! i was driving down the freeway and suddenly a bunch of cars just broke 20km/hr, down to 80km/hr. i was looking around thinking, 'where's the fire?' but there was no cause for such sudden brake-age. bloody sunday drivers.

just got an invitation for a 21st in the mail. it's for brielle's. should be a lotta fun, however i did notice that she put, "please no presents, your company is enough" on the bottom. my brother instantly picked this up, and commented, "andrea's company is enough?!?! brielle's a sucker!!!" lol. what a little shit =)

so there i shalt leave my post-age. thanks for the great week people...=)

p.s. i heart ben cousins, chris judd and adam hunter! CARN THE EAGLES = PREMIERS!!!

shygirlandrea @ 2006-08-15T21:07:00

2006-08-15T13:34:17Z

you know i have not posted or checked lj in so long, that the default website comes up when i type in the url, instead of me being logged in automatically. how sad are these times.

i hate to say nothing is new with me. not much to update. if only i had some boy trouble or drama of the day that i could whinge about. my brother kev is learning to drive though. quite exciting. he went out the other day for the first time in an automatic, just driving around darch suburbia, when the wheel got away from him a little and he drove up the curb, and got bogged in the sand of an empty block. har har. i think he may fall symptom of the 'asian driver' disease. my dad's already filling out insurance forms.

so i took him out the other night for a bit of a spin, cos i figure, it must just be my mother's bad teaching. and i was pleasantly surprised. i promised my mum i'd stick to the streets around my house, but i felt that a main road was calling out to my brother. so i directed him through gnagara, wanneroo, hepburn and alexander. those are the main four in our immediate area. in actual fact, they are famous roads, because they are always mentioned on the radio as either being "back to back", or "bumper to bumper", or for their tendency to have multinovas. he did quite well considering it was only his third time on the roads, and he actually got my mum's astra up to 70km/hr. that's 10km/hr faster than my mum's ever driven that bad boy. well, nevermind.

i feel like most of my days are eventless. is that the correct term? i'm looking for the opposite of eventful. yes, they are shithouse cos of friggin work. i had a lady punter, asian of course, because that is a minimum requirement for entry at the casino, who was an absolute dickhead. she kept on trying to control the game that all the other punters played, and yelled and banged the table for me to 'deal' before anybody else could join in and open another box on blackjack.

when some poor schmo actually did open two boxes, she yelled when the cards where drawn and it appeared that alas, she had no perfect pair, she called him a "fucking greedy bastard" to which i said, "he can play however many boxes he wants, and if i recall correctly, you were playing three, so that's the pot calling the kettle a little black". needless to say, she didn't like my attitude, and called my dealing, shit. so i went and dobbed on her to the pit boss like a whiny little girl that i am, and refused to deal with her on the table. yeah, i showed her. mer. nobody calls my dealing shit. only i can. and i will. pfft.

can somebody else post? preferably somebody who is pregnant. or cc. ha ha.

shygirlandrea @ 2006-07-17T20:41:00

2006-07-17T13:20:46Z

well. i made a declaration last friday that i would re-enter the world of blogging, and dammit i'm gonna stick to it. well, at least until i run outta things to say. yes that's fair.

i kinda feel depressed. don't you just hate it when you get into one of those moods where you just can't help but contemplate. i'd much rather stuff my mind with useless television, but i'm just not in the mood for that...blasphemy, i know. i was thinking about all the things that have happened in the past. how it seems so far away. i mean, just think about what you were doing approximately a year ago. how you felt. who you were with. whether you were happy.

a year ago i was with robbie. i was semi-happy. it was up and down. incredibly happy when i was with him. not so much when i wasn't. and now? i don't even know what country the bugger is in. who knows if i'll ever speak to him again, let alone see him again.

and now i feel like i'm going through the same thing with him. i know it's not the same situation, but the end result is the same. essentially, they don't want to be with me, so why can't i accept that? and the way it's making me feel is the same. i'm questioning what is wrong with me, when in fact, deep down, i know that it's not me. OR IS IT?!?!? lol. i just can't take myself seriously.

anywho, i've gone back to day shift at work. so i feel much more normal. working the graveyard shift can really stuff around with your body clock. i'm also going to melbourne on thursday morning. a week of gambling and shopping awaits. what a healthy-non-addictive combination.

shygirlandrea @ 2006-05-04T19:49:00

2006-05-04T12:05:35Z

i finally had a day off today. i planned to visit my good friend, the shops, in order to make a considerable dent in my newly acquired fat bank balance. ah yes, the joys of pay day. i wandered around the city to no avail. however, i'm not a total loser cos i managed to buy quite a few things in the end, but it was not nearly so heart pounding terrific as i had dreamed it would be. what a dissapointment.

i did my first overtime shift at work last monday. i worked from midday to half past midnight. it really takes it outta ya. i take my hat off to my cousin who can rack up close to 16 hour shifts. respect.

oh, and guess who so happened to sit down to have a punt at my caribbean stud table...the incredibly D-grade celebrity HOT DOGS from last year's big brother. i only barely recognised him, and he's MUCH better looking in person than on tv. to be honest, i thought he was a bit of a tosser when i saw him on tv, however he's really quite pleasant. and he won $25 whole dollars at my table. ah, bless him. my first celebrity punter. awesome.

i don't think the regular punters like me very much. they whisper among themselves when i come to the table that i'm "a very strong dealer", with many tsk tsk's, and there's this one guy who refuses to play when i deal because he's lost so much money to me. haha. and i have another regular that always comments to my supervisor at the time that i'm a very good dealer with a lot of sleazy innuendo. i think he's in love with me, the poor bastard.

anywho, i'm off to wash the hair dye out of my hair. i'm dyeing it black. it's original bloody colour. i'm such a chump.

bit of a whinge.

2006-04-24T03:14:17Z

i can't wait for some instant travel portal to be invented. that way, i wouldn't have to spend the better part of my day commuting. just think about the amount of time that you waste per day, just travelling to and from places you have to be...then add another 4 or 5 suburbs to travel through, and that's my day. i could probably spawn and raise an entire evil nation, in the same time it takes me to travel to and from friggin darch. grr.

and i know i should resist the temptation to bitch about people from work, but sometimes my friends, they leave me no choice. this chick at work, i really don't know her name, so let's call her say...BLONDE SLUT. i hope no-one takes offence, because i have absolutely nothing against blondes, some of my closest friends are blonde and even my mother is a yellow blonde...and you know, i don't even have anything against sluts, except that they are probably making the world more STD prone...but that's a different issue. anywho, yes, the blonde slut. i was on my beloved money wheel, and it was all happening. grannies were throwing me money left right and centre. sometimes when there is that many people, we have to give the punters a specific colour of chip, so to distinguish which bet is theirs. all my 6 or 7 colours were taken. and this lady wanted another colour. so the inspector sorted it out and give her a certain colour. turns out, two people ended up playing with the same colour chips. so the next inspector comes, cos the other went on his break. the two ladies start fighting over the same burgandy coloured chips, and the other dealer on the other side of the wheel says loudly to the new inspector, "oh my gosh, look what SHE did. SHE went and gave two people the same colour!"

now, i know that doesn't sound like alot. but you had to have heard the tone. and the look she gave me. from then on, she kept on making the same sort of snide remarks to the inspector about every little thing i did wrong. "oh, she shouldn't even be doing that in the first place", "oh, she gave two people the same colour, AGAIN". bitch, moan. bitch, moan.

aaaaargh. i wanted to smack that perky blonde hair right OFF HER STUPID HEAD.

i saw her in the bathroom during our break, and our eyes met in the mirror, so i chanelled all my ancestry of asian-ess, and attempted to pull the biggest squinted eyed death stare i could possibly muster. then i washed my hands, and then shook them all out in front of me so she got slightly wet, and then got the hell outta there.

but apart from her, most people at work are really quite pleasant.

i told my friend steffy about her, then i said "it's fine. i'll just have a bitch about her on my blog".
to which he said, "your what?"
"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT A BLOG IS?! it's my online website".
to which he shakes his head and comforts me, "you know andrea, you don't need to go to some online dating site to find a man".

lol. what a funny bugger.

shygirlandrea @ 2006-03-20T10:01:00

2006-03-20T02:25:19Z

apparently yesterday was alleged "cycle instead" day. i can only assume they mean cycle instead of driving...i guess the ace who thought of the name wanted to be evasive. but i wonder what the purpose of that day was. promoting exercise? saving petrol perhaps? because if the purpose of the day was to promote the save-age of petrol, i would have to say, i for one think it was a very stupid day indeed. mostly because it resulted in closing off freeway south for the morning.

i actually remember reading a sign on the freeway saying, "Freeway South Closed, Sunday March 19". i made a mental note in my head when i saw this, but dismissed it when i realised that i never use the freeway on a sunday. i also suppressed a stupid smirk at all the other sunday drivers' misfortune.

little did i know, that i would end up running like a little baby back to the freeway last sunday. sunday the bloody 19th, of all sundays. the prior warning completely slipped my mind, until i saw the barricades and the police deterring vehicles. so...i took it in my stride and followed the "DETOUR" sign down to marmion ave. apparently, we are supposed to just miraculously know what the exact pathway of the Detour is. as it turns out, that day i had chosen to leave my map book at home, as well as my mobile.

so the detour looked a bit like i was up shit's creek without a paddle.

45 minutes later, i reached the city after passing through the majority of northern suburbs. i daresay me, and a couple unfortunate others, used up double the amount of petrol that the "cyclers" saved that day.

i'm going to attempt

2006-03-02T12:12:14Z

...for the month of march, to make a post every day. why you ask? no reason besides the fact that i'm bored. plus i'd like to think that i'd be reaching new heights of online sadness.

went to shaun and maxie's house last night to watch 'four brothers'. it was pretty entertaining...starring none other than mark wahlberg and his abs, alias 'marky mark'. i must admit, he looked pretty good in THOSE calvin klein billboards. it also had andre 3000 from outkast in it, and some other token 'white boy', and another token 'black guy', to make up the other 2 brothers.

not only did it have an awesome soundtrack, with lil jon's random shouts of "what!", "yeah!", "shit", but it also had some good dialogue, which allowed me to brush up on some homie speak.

for example, "this shit is wack", "oh no you didn't", "man, i ain't gotta tell you nothin", "why you gotta be runnin yo mouth like that", and my personal favourite, "nigga please".

speaking of indigenous peoples, i saw on 60 minutes or some other crappy show like that, a piece on the aboriginal people of australia winning their rights to some land back. of course, they had to show pauline hanson having her two cents worth, talking about reverse racism or something equally lame. who even listens to her anymore? she's just some lame excuse for an Australian, that's a bloody downright racist, mate. i can't stand the mole.

wow, that really got me worked up for a second.

so broke...

2006-03-01T10:56:58Z

never underestimate the ability of your parents to provide classy entertainment. a little background...my brother kevin will eat anything under the sun, so much so that i once caught him chomping on some bones of the chicken after he'd finished the meat. i know, it's gross man. but the one thing he will not touch are tomatoes. so hence my mother trying to convince my brother to eat them at dinner tonight:

mum: eat them. they're good for you!
kev: MUUUM. you can't force me to eat them. i won't let you.
mum: you better eat them. otherwise you'll get 'cologne' cancer.
kev: what cancer? *looks bewildered*

andrea: *chuckling* she means 'COLON' cancer...

ha. i have NO idea what tomatoes have to do with colon cancer, but i'll let her have it...dr cho, at it again.

hmm. i graduated last week. my dad was so proud, he even wore his best suit. not that it stopped him complaining about anything and everything. he took cheap shots at the weather, at the FREE meal that the uni provided, and especially the professional photos. they cost $145, and he wouldn't stop bitching and moaning about it in the car ride home.

dad: it's practically murder! not bad for 1 minutes work, eh? $145. i don't know how they justify charging such ridiculous prices. what a rip off.
me: yeah, cos they know that people are willing to pay.
dad: yeah i know. doesn't help that everyone's asian. you know, those asians are willing to pay cos they think academia is everything. and they are willing to get ripped off cos they think their child's graduation is everything. typical asians.
me: *quietly* but dad - you paid the money...and you think academia is everything...and you're asian.

needless to say, the car was filled with uncomfortable silence for a solid 30 seconds.

so i'm officially graduated. if it's possible, i feel dumber.

anywho, onto other news. i lost 6 demerit points in the course of a day. AND i'm $250 down. so it turns out that i was going 97km/hr in a 70km/hr zone. i don't even know HOW i got flashed without me knowing...i really must have been speeding. still, i acted dumb in front of my dad...

"oh! i couldn't have possibly have been going that fast",
to which my dad said, "well, you better write a letter to contest it...they might bring you into court to contest it too"...
"you know what dad, on second thoughts, it was me"

hummpff. and i also got caught by an UNDERCOVER NAVY METALLIC FALCON, of all things. apparently, they think that it's worth 3 demerits and $100, for turning right at a NO RIGHT TURN. oh, boo hoo. people do it all the time. what's more? there were absolutely no cars around, and i checked for police cars. i thought i was set to commit the perfect crime. perhaps the police saw the smug look on my face as i was turning, which would explain why they docked me 3 points. that's brutal. i have a feeling they didn't like me very much. it's not my fault. they asked me "do you have any reason for disobeying the sign?" i said, "i wanted to turn right"...but i wasn't trying to be a smart ass. in hindsight, it was a pretty dumb thing to say. but, hey. like they can judge me. they're cops.

the end.

2006-02-26T16:39:38Z

so he's gone and done it...as i type, he is at the airport...and now i'm free, somewhat. free to be sad, free to move on, free to not wait by my phone for him to 'call me'. free to feel emotion, and not feel guilty cos it makes it harder for him.

after i spoke to him tonight...i get it now. he can't say goodbye, because then the reality that he's leaving people he cares about behind, will hit him, and he will feel upset. the fact that he goes travelling everywhere means that he DOES have to leave people he cares about all the time. and i guess it's the only way he knows how to deal.

so for me and him, there was no goodbye. just a phone call to say, "i'm off. take care of yourself. keep in touch. all the best. seeya."

it could be quite possibly the most default goodbye phone call in the history of phone calls. it's something you say to relatives you don't even like. so...un-personal. but i guess that pretty much sums up robbie and how he is in relationships or semi-sorta relationships. he can't get too involved, it's easier that way.

you'd think i'd get better at this...saying goodbye i mean. but it just gets harder, cos everytime he comes back, it gives me hope. he had the audacity to say to me today that, "i'm not going for that long. i'll probably be back within the year". i don't want to know that, i'll be damned if that stops me from letting myself move on, and i certainly won't be holding my breath. he probably thinks i'm going to be waiting around for him like i did last time. but i promised myself i will not do that anymore. so hopefully, this marks the end of an incredibly wonderful yet incredibly painful chapter in my life.

%$@#!!!!

2006-02-23T03:33:23Z

aargh. what a no good sonofabitch. he went and $#@%ing swore at me. there's nothing that pisses me off more than someone swearing at me. it is a little ironic, that after i was sworn at, my way of dealing is blasphemy online. but i was never one for irony. unless, of course, we are talking about the hit by alanis morrissette, which has a killer melody. but nevermind. i have gotten a little off topic....oh, yeah, what a mother#$%^*@#.

he should bloody go back to his own effing country is what he should do. i have a good mind to call him up and say,

*in a thick aussie drawl*

"get fucked and bugger off, mate. that's so un-Australian".

again, with the irony.

shygirlandrea @ 2006-02-20T21:49:00

2006-02-20T14:02:58Z

well. robbie officially leaves next week. monday 27th and he's gone until who bloody knows when. i would have thought that i would be alot sadder than i am. maybe it hasn't sunken in yet. either way, i'm keen to see him go, in a semi-sorta way. because by him staying here, "we" and i use the term loosely, are neither here nor there, and it's awful. it's really just messing with my head, and i'm hoping eventually i will just forget him once he's gone. a bit of the ol' out of sight outta mind trick.

i start my training at burswood early march. i'm already over it. all this anticipation is making me antsy.

my telephone bill came to a total of $320 last month. and i'm on a $49 cap. don't even know how i pulled that one. the amount of money that i've wasted on calls is ridiculous. so if i don't reply and/or call back anyone, take no offence. i just can't afford it. except cynth, cos it's free to call you. *winks at my fellow 3 affiliate* yeah, if i don't call you back cynth, it's just cos i don't want to :P haha. jk.

ooh, that's awkward.

asian female drivers

2006-02-16T14:02:20Z

i'm slowly but surely starting to get bored. my car went in to get fixed yesterday, so i've been tagging along with my mother as she does her errands, just so i could get out of the house...and i've realised, that my mum cannot drive. there are several reasons being:

a) she drives at least 10km/hr under the speed limit,
b) when approaching a green traffic light, she slows down automatically, as if willing it to turn amber,
c) at give way signs/stop signs and/or turning, she will wait for traffic to come so that she can WAIT SOME MORE, until the coast is absolutely clear.

oh, and her own car went in for servicing today, so my dad got a loan car from his work for her to use for the day...and i don't know, i guess the new-ness of the car frazzled her, cos she drove for a good five minutes with the hand brake on. not only that - she didn't adjust her various mirrors, she kept on putting the windscreen wipers on instead of her indicators, and her steering was off. i was like, "dammit mother, pull yourself together". i feared for dear life. BUT - she DID remember to bring her two cushions to sit on, because they make her a better driver apparently. i'd hate to think what would have happened if she forgot those.

i've gotta wake up pretty early tomorrow morning because my brother was voted house representative, and a parent should really be there to smile and act proud. since my mother can't be bothered, i guess i'm it. it's my turn to shine. i've been practising my proud expressions in the mirror, and my look of shock as he gets announced as house representative. i guess the latter won't be necessary, as why the hell else would i be there, if i didn't already know that my brother was voted. however, it pays to be prepared, i always say.

my boredom has also led me to drastic measures. i have been exercising of late. which is by no means a small feat. i have been urged on by the tv show 'the biggest loser'. what champs. i have vastly extended my exercising knowledge to include the name of the machine in our gym which i used to call, 'exercise thingy'...which i now refer to as the 'cross trainer'. oh, what an ignoramous i used to be. no longer my friend. when i firsted started CROSS TRAINING, i could only do 2 minutes before i was winded. yes, two minutes was my PB. NOW, well...let's just say i just finished a stint of 30 minutes. you heard it here first. i beat my original PB 15 times over. go me. i have learnt from the subway ads constantly on during the 'biggest loser' that exercise is only half of the work. i have to eat healthy too. my consumption of 4 slices of pizza, two donuts, and apple pie, i daresay negates my hard work. that is awkward. meanwhile, kudos to the advertisers who made those subway ads. i love them. informative AND witty. not only that, those wacky media planners who scheduled it during the biggest loser? bravo. cleverly integrated marketing strategy. betcha narly's couldn't think of that. ah, the industry that we call the ad game.

GOOGLE-AGE

2006-02-11T03:15:03Z

there's a time in everyone's life when the inevitable occurs. i googled myself the other day. apparently, i moonlight as an information systems project manager for 'Asian Defence Technology 2006'. man, what a nerd. i thought to google myself cos my brother took it upon himself to google my alias, shygirlandrea. the whole first page of hits is dedicated to yours truly. nevermind that the whole page only consists of three hits.

onto other news. i managed to score myself the croupier position at burswood. so in march, i am going to training school, which those krazy kats at burswood have aptly named, 'THE ACADEMY'. feels alot like i'm being shipped off to boot camp. i may even shave my head. fine, you called my bluff. i think burswood management frown upon hair cuts lower than a 2...yeah, true story.

hmm. i definately have my reservations about working as a dealer. not a drug dealer, but the card kind, for anyone that's not hip with the linguidy. i hope they teach me some gooder card shuffling techniques...i'm in desperate need of a new party trick. flaring my nostrils just doesn't cut it anymore. no, my reservations stem from the fact that i don't really want people to lose their money to me. let's face it, i can be quite competitive when it comes to card games. i like to win. win..WIN! well, i think my heart beat went and upped a notch just then.

yeah. so. i went rock climbing yesterday with adam, nath and ofri. it was pretty damn good, besides the fact that when i first started i was so hysterical i nearly cried. yes, my eyes were tearing up and my voice went shrill as i asked to be let down. i'm not ashamed. i'm scared of heights. i'm not invincible, despite my buff guns and toned abs...haha. what a laugh. ME? with GUNS? more like two breadsticks i call arms poking out of my t-shirt...but nevermind. adam made me conquer my fear, and with deft movements i scaled the easiest level of wall they had to offer. *smiles smugly*

adam let me borrow his iPod nano. man, what a chump. if he thinks he's gonna get it back anytime soon, he's mistaken. unless, adam just so happens to make a cameo on livejournal and read this...in which case, it will be returned safe and in its original condition within the next week. but i love the nano. i'm a walking DJ. i'm spinning my own tunes. dancing to my own beat. basically, the songs just play randomly, and i listen to them. man, i want one.

one month gone already.

2006-02-01T14:30:14Z

jeepers! it's already february. i shall give you all imaginery pinches and punches for the first day of the month, because i am still immature.

i finally went and saw memoirs of a geisha. it's good to see our asian sisters partying it up hoochie style on the big screen. i thoroughly enjoyed it. a bit slow at times, but worthwhile nevertheless. it's crazy that people actually lived their lives like that. it's a bit of a reality check. i actually had a dream later that i was trapped in the movie itself. and i kept trying to tell all the japanese that i wasn't a geisha, and that i was really Australian, so if they would just let me buzz john howard, all would be explained...what a nightmare.

chinese new year has come and gone. for those of you who are not familiar, it's basically a big shin dig, with a lion dance, red packets and food. in the said red packets, is money. mmm, money. let's just say i cleaned up nicely.

i also had my interview for the casino on monday. i think it went quite well, however i'm a bit uncertain about the colourblind test we had to take. i hope i get the job. you get free meals you know. word on the street is that they have a 24 hour buffet in the staff room. if that's true, sizzler would definately lose alot of custom.

yes. i could really see myself as a croupier. "excuse me sir, no more bets", "i suggest you hit, sir", "what are you scared of...looooosing???" and "please remove the lady from the table" are just some of the lines that i'm dying to throw around. good times ahead. if i get the job.

aack.

2006-01-23T09:05:39Z

just wanted to cancel my subscriptions to certain packs on 3 mobile. dreaded calling the indian call centre because they are so persistant. stood my ground. 10 minutes of explaining why i didn't want to use their packs, and i am unsuscribed as of the 14th of feb. go me.

my new year's resolution?

2006-01-23T08:13:34Z

to stop being such a lazy fuck.

pardon my french, but the blasphemy is almost certainly necessary. i have done nothing productive and/or worth mentioning since uni broke out. my days are centered around 2pm starts, stumbling into the kitchen for a quick feed, followed by more grandma-nappage, til 7pm, when i wake up for dinner. after dinner, bummage around the house ensues, followed by yet more sleeping anywhere between the hours of midnight to 2am. and hence the vicious cycle of nothingness and sloth continues.

i can't stand it anymore. you heard it here first. i'm going to attempt to shake it up. do something worthwhile and/or constructive everyday. clean up my horrible god-forsakenly messy room. organise graduation. apply for jobs. wash my friggin car. watch memoirs of a geisha. (i realise that this last point technically falls short on being highly constructive, however a nice balance of pleasure and pain is always good)

actually, strike that last point from the record entirely. must READ memoirs of a geisha first. READ. READ. READ.

humpff. what brings on this tirade of "must do", you ask. well, you probably don't ask. and you probably don't care....i shall enlighten you anyway. quite simply, my days are not even days anymore. i barely know dates apart from public holidays. the last time i knew the date, was new year's eve when we had a huge piss up down south. and if i continue in this lazy assed fashion, the next date that would have registered with me, would have been Australia day, January 26th, basically due to the overall likelihood of another piss up.

where did those damned 25 days go??? not only that, but my new year's resolution is even late!

my point exactly.

i'm never going to be where i want to be in life, being lazy and complacent.

enough talk. we all know i can talk. but can i walk the walk? problem is, everything that is constructive is boring. however, i did polish off a whole bag of sour cream and onion flavoured crisp chips. what? WHAT?! don't judge me. the fact that i so selfishly ate all those chips, means that said chips can NOT be eaten by my cholesterol-challenged father. ah, good deeds by me.

yep, my new year's resolution is off to a flying start.

finally.

2006-01-13T10:38:20Z

got myself a digital camera. yay for me.

you know, i can't even begin to imagine how our folks generation feel about all the advances in technology. whatever happened to the beauty that is old school polaroid cameras, i used to say. but, after having a little fiddle around with my new POWER SHOT CANON...well, suffice to say, i'd tell those baby boomers with polaroids to stick it, cos they're living in the past, man.

my new camera is great. took some time trying to figure out what exactly was going on though. for a while, i was very upset, cos i saw the two AA batteries given in the pack, and thought i bought a dud camera, cos i really wanted the cool ones that you could recharge. i voiced my dissapointment to my brother, who shook his head in disbelief. he then explained diligently, that it was not the camera itself, that you needed to recharge, but the batteries which go into it.

hmmpf. i'm a little skeptical. pardon my technological ignorance, but is this true? i'm still not sure whether my brother's trying to pull a fast one on me. *looks sheepish*

to more news on my brother. good ol lil kev went to work at the hopman cup a couple o weeks ago, and just received a statement of his pay details in the mail. boy, was he spewing. turns out the youngest cho has finally been bitten in the ass by mr taxman. and he does not care for it too much. a mighty $12 was cut from his fat pay check of $212. not bad for three days of work. however, he also found out that he didn't get paid the correct public holiday rate of $18 when he worked on the 2nd of jan. i told him that some of these recruitment agencies are dodgy, and he probably would go through more trouble than it's worth to get the $50 or so reimbursed. he started rattling on about "that's not the point. it's the principal. lalala" ooh. apparently, the youngest cho will fight for his rights.

it's fun to rile my brother up. when my cousins came from KL and melbourne, we started teasing him about these chicks that he likes from school. apparently, the youngest cho likes blondes.

which makes sense. after all, my mother is a blonde herself.

my poor father. he had such high hopes for his children. all he wants is full-blooded asian grandkids. and with michelle and aaron getting quite serious, i dare say that avenue is closed. me? well, he'd probably have more luck getting full-blooded white grandkids from me than full-blooded asian grandkids. i know logistically, this isn't exactly feasible. but it still works to emphasise my point. so there you have it. all my father's hopes, rested squarely on my brother's narrow shoulders. the last cho in the family line. if he doesn't reproduce full-blooded asian kids, the cho name dies with kev. as does a family ancestry full of petty theives dating back to mainland china. with semi-mongolian roots.

meanwhile, my latest disaster of the week is that i finally have a tan. those of you who know how naturally pasty i am, will understand this near feat. however, it came at a cost. i fell asleep on the beach after applying my sun tan spray...the result? streaky, blotchy, uneven semi-tan semi redness. it looks like i have a skin pigment disorder. humpff.

and i finally got my graduation notification. :D apparently, i also qualified for the award of vice chancellor's list. however, i have to formally reply to the notification, by notifying them if i want to attend said graduation. all in all, that's a shitload of notificating that's flying about. whatever happened to the good old powers of assumption.

greetings from bicton...

2006-01-11T17:48:09Z

well. long time no post.

i'm posting all the way from bicton. (read: WOOP WOOP) i'm at maxie's house after a night out at carnegies. poor maxie. she has the room mate from hell. i don't know why, but her room mate feels the need to walk around in her underwear. well, as you can imagine, that's rather awkward. not only that, it's pretty damn gross. not only that, she came into maxie's room and practically told maxie off. i can't really remember her exact words. it was something along the lines as, "why did you invite your friends over?" or something like that. all i heard was, "blah, blah, blah, i'm a bitch".

AWW, CRAP! i just remembered that the bachelor was on tv tonight. and i missed it cos i was at damn work. man, that really sucks the llama's ass. hmm, did anyone tape the bachelor? anyone?? cammie?!

oh, woe.

meanwhile, much condolences to cynthia who has been MIA for a couple o weeks. i shall bust a cap in pneumonia's ass for ya, cynth. cough it up, man. just get it outta your system would be my expert advice.

well, nevermind. i shall be sure to visit you in hospital (read: bedroom) sometime soon. *hides fingers crossed behind my back*

aargh. i'm so tired i'm not thinking straight.

woe is me.

2006-01-06T01:43:07Z

i found a wart on my foot. this ranks very highly on "andrea's bad days". it's like when i found out that santa claus wasn't real, and the day that i found out that they removed the "all you can eat" $7.95 buffet from kfc. i'm at adam's house atm and he just looked over my shoulder, shook his head, and told me that some things should not be broadcasted on the internet. hummpf. is that a challenge adam?!?

anywho, back to the wart. the last time i had a wart, i went to the doctor four times. basically, the first time i went, i had two options. i could have an injection to numb my foot, and he would burn it off, using his fire stick, quite similar to the ones that magicians wield in fantasy novels. the other alternative was to freeze it off, which he told me was decidedly less painful, however, not a sure bet to work. the pansy that i am decided to choose the less painful option, which for me, is a road oft travelled. needless to say, it didn't work, and my non-courageousness went and bit me on the poor poor ass. i ended up getting it burnt off with the damn DAMN firestick. and the injection nearly killed me.

now, i am faced with the same dilemma. firestick from hell, or the no-good freeze stick.

methinks i shall choose the freeze stick.

warning. random bitching below.

2005-12-28T14:02:49Z

my cousin kiat is a dirty old sleaze.
my cousin kimmy is a fat mole.

that is all.

an enjoyable chrissy

2005-12-26T02:04:02Z

i spent most of christmas sleeping. maybe that's why it was so good. our family/relative/in-law/servant obligatory shin-dig was scheduled for 1900hrs. so suffice to say, i pissed away the rest of the day doing very un-christmassy things such as having a gander through the STM (that's the Sunday Times Magazine for those who aren't hip with the linguidy), eating chocolates, NOT opening presents because i either got money and stuff i had picked out for myself two weeks ago. quite tidy indeed. oh, and i also took five minutes to sufficiently dread the forthcoming birthday/christmas bash.

actually, it's quite fortunate indeed that i DID have all that time to rest. the church mass/after party did take it out of me. it went til about 2am. you heard. 2 AM. my mother was even worse for wear than me. she normally sleeps on average somewhere within the vicinity of 8.00pm-8.30pm. at the very latest, and this is pushing it cos we generally have to peel her off the couch where she has fallen asleep, 9pm. so for her to get home at 2am in the morning, well, that's 6hrs later than usual. that's like me normally sleeping at midnight and coming home at six in the morning...pulling an all nighter. yep, that's right. you heard it here first. MRS CHO pulled her first ever all nighter in 49 years. all in the name of GOD.

the church after party was...alright. mostly because there was food. so me and my brother had somewhat of a free-for-all with the spring rolls, noodles, turkey, ham and such. attendees were the usual generic mixed bag. there's always a handful of old sleazes, the loud mouth old ladies, the middle-aged gossiper, and the children who have been forced to go, with the promise of receiving a present from their kris-kindle. i got some make-up, but unfortunately as the presents had all been given out, the host realised that mrs cho and kevin didn't receive a present because a certain BRIAN and BRIAN's friend where no-shows. you should have SEEN the look of horror on the host's face. i could read the internal monologue, "shit!" then she consequently took two or three steps backwards into the next room like it was all a bad dream, and ran upstairs hastily to try and wrap something for mother and kev, whilst leaving her husband to distract us by singing christmas carols. sure enough, she re-appeared 15 minutes later, albeit a little flustered, but carrying two presents wrapped to perfection. ah, good times.

my christmas dinner didn't turn out half bad either. in fact, i had a good old time. mostly due to my consumption of 3 glasses of wine. gee, my father can be pretty funny sometimes. he was a RIOT last night. he was on fire. the jokes kept on coming. what a clown. however, i bet those photos are gonna haunt me for a lifetime. my cousin caught me with a empty bottle of wine, a wine glass and a beetroot face. but you know, you gotta at least get blind drunk and embarass yourself at a family 'do at least ONCE, right? right guys?!? well, nevermind. my grandma was drunk too. there was no way she was gonna be outdone on her birthday :D

best relative bash ever!

much ado about nothing

2005-12-23T04:35:56Z

well christmas is nearly here. for all this hype, i better see something good this year. reindeer falling from the sky, pink elves running around northbridge or something equally good. so far i've been working heaps. retail and christmas go together like water and cordial. the good news is, i'm working today and tomorrow then i get TWO DAYS OFF. thats DOUBLE the days i've had off in a good three weeks. :D anywho, i don't know why i'm so excited. my saturday night is going to be spent praying at the 9:30pm mass. and would you believe the other church-goers (read: my mum and her posse) have organised a church after party. you heard. an AFTER PARTY. man, it is gonna go OFF!!! woot. so whilst i'm having fun partying into the wee hours of the morning on tea and biccies, i shall say a prayer for all the rest of you, who sadly, will probably not be having as much fun as me. *rolls eyes*

woe is me. and woe is asia.

this year is my grandma's 80th birthday. 80 years on, still going strong, and more active than me. what a star.

so to mark this special occasion, all my relies from across the globe are coming to perth. across the globe? who am i kidding? they made the 5 hour plane trek from malaysia. in first class, no less. they are my rich, snotty, snobby aunty and her posse from KL. *sighs* they walk around with their noses permanently in the air, and their heads constantly up their ASS. why so much hostility, i hear you ask? basically, 2 minutes in their presence and you'd understand why. they treat us like their servants, expecting us to wait on them hand and foot, and what's more...they've even brought some servants with them. whom we also have to wait on. altogether there are about 30 of em.

servants, random friends, and in-laws included.
brains sold separately.