good boys and girls

Here's something interesting to update at last. Went with nabz, huiz and nan to do some survey to grumpy AFL fans on transportation (Nabz's project stuff... boring i tell u... i mean... transportation!!! zzzzzzzzzz ;)

annnnywaes... it's pretty disappointing when 4 out 6 pple answer your simple plea of 30 seconds of their time with a curt 'no', or a rather rude i might say, "I cant be stuffed". Not very good in my opinion. What ever happened to "Nah, sorry." or an apologetic smile and shake of the head? Whatever happened to manners? Note to self, dun ask sporting pple questions. It's not good.

And I dun understand footy. I sit there, and I try to understand the game... but it's too... dumb. Hear me out, the whole game doesn't make sense. Basically... you can run with the ball in your arms... and then u can kick it through posts? HUH? I understand y Aussies love the game so much. They get to scream and cheer and roar every three minutes. It's dumb. Gimme soccer any day.

Had dinner/supper/dessert with them too. At Mecca's. A turkish restaurant. It's good. Had a lamb pizza thingy with sticky dates and banana pudding and flourless chocoloate. All topped with chocolate and turkish coffee ice cream. Fantabulousmic. Fantastic. Fabulous. Orgasmic. Love it. And we had great music. Courtesy of a boat nearby which was playing beautiful oldies. I so love oldies, retro music... they make me so happy... there'll be a whole rant on why "Sweet Caroline" by Neil Diamond blows your mind.

We had a whole, fun-filled conversation about visiting the boat, how to get one, and how to have a party on one. Usually starts and ends with Nan getting drunk and waving her hair. Long story. Funny though. Laughed a lot... which was very refreshing. All without alcohol. We got quite high too and decided to go take a look at this boat by the pier that was having a party. Turns out it was a hens night (Night for the bride to be... not chickens but chicks... mmmm... Nandos... mmm...) And they so happened to have a male stripper when we passed by the boat. We could see into the windows. And the three ladies drooled. The whole voyeuristic escapade was undertaken by us sitting on a bench juz metres from the action. You dun even need 20 cents for a peep show. This was free entertainment ladies and gentlemen. Things I did not need to see. You girls that frequent my blog shld be excited. Well, you have my number ;) I do a mean jiggle now and then. Im cool... and with roguish good looks. Wait.. come back... COME BACK!!! COME.. ah.. nvm.

To conclude... funny. Fun. And funny. And FRIGGING COLD. DAMMIT.

Read something on Shan's blog about racism. I hate racists. We all are in some way but hey... skin colour does nuts. That's juz blatant crap.

The end... u can go home now.