tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63891349813768429012024-03-14T02:02:48.102+00:00The Adventures of Me and My Mini... Down UnderAfter ending my relationship of 6 years to my first 'proper' boyfriend due to his infidelity (and a secret love child with one of his employees as I later found out) I was made redundant. Twice. This is my rise from Rock Bottom and the antics along the way.
p.s. I drive a Mini Cooper...
The adventures can be found in my blog posts in the left hand column, start on 19th Oct with "When The S**t Hit The Fan"...Missihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04552057191099134578noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389134981376842901.post-40052734529963586232013-03-07T16:56:00.000+00:002013-03-07T16:56:28.503+00:00Pregnancy and The Chapel...So you may think that the two don't go together and you are technically correct but it all happened at the same time!<br />
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Ruby was always busy at work and I hated that I was the only girl sometimes, but if I couldn't beat them, I would join them... so I did. The famous Chapel Street was our oyster for the night.<br />
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Naturally wearing leather trousers, as is standard for me, I was all doled up and off out with the boys! I was drunk. Again. It was the night where I really started to feel comfortable with people and I must say things that happen in the bathroom (wink wink) should stay in the bathroom... they sort of did. Nobody to this day knows about it and I can't divulge just in case. Sorry folks. Basically things didn't stay they, they continued, in secret...<br />
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So I've told you about the Chapel... now for the pregnancy... Miss Cupcake sends me a text to say that she has missed her period and thinks she is pregnant. This is amazing as I know that her and Dale were trying. Though when she sent me a picture of the positive pregnancy test the next day she swore me to secrecy!<br />
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It was a few days later where Ruby invited me for a girls night for her friends birthday... this is where I formed an amazing friendship with Klara... OMG... the girl is bloody amazing despite there being a 6 year age gap... it just totally works... she is awesome... The night took a serious dive from there though. Everyone was too drunk and I was too sober (this is the only time that happened!) and I was just bored and wanting to go home!<br />
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<strong><em>Until Next Time... xx</em></strong>Missihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04552057191099134578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389134981376842901.post-20809135433831694472013-03-07T16:47:00.000+00:002013-03-07T16:47:04.095+00:00I'm Back... For Now...Apologies once again for taking so long to post. You see I have been having adventures to write about! No excuse I know, but instead of being diary entries this blog has become more of a short book version of my life. I shall continue the story (don't worry, I make notes and keep a bullet point list of everything I do so I can be accurate!)...<br />
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So there was a defining friendship night...<br />
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Moving into a big house, with new people that I dodn't know I knew I would have to really up the ante to make friends! Coming home from work one night I decided that I really needed a bottle of wine as this would be the opener for me having conversations with my new housemates. When I got in, it turned out that they all had the same idea as me, and conincidently we all had the same bottle of merlot. Possibly as result of it being on special offer in the local shop!<br />
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We proceeded to all sit around the dining room table and have general chit-chat. I felt kind of like the attention was all on me, given that I was new and other than Ruby the only female, it was about me. It wasn't long before all of the bottles of wine were verging on empty and we were starting to giggle and laugh. I had found people with the same sense of ,humour as me!<br />
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Ruby had returned from her dinner with her work friend Margot and joined us. I had hit it off mostly with Jim in terms of conversation, he seemed to be the Papa Smurf of the group so I knew I needed to be his friend. It wasn't long before he asked for my phone number and a friendship was born. Ruby then called me a C*** and I have never laughed so much in my life! <br />
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We also decided in an extremely drunken haze to throw an "inappropriate party" which we were planning as soon as the idea came up! The suggestions for said party were sick to say the least and I do not even want to repeat them here and have them posted, because it means they really happened...<br />
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<strong><em>Until Next Time... xx</em></strong>Missihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04552057191099134578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389134981376842901.post-79999078990599445852012-09-15T12:40:00.003+01:002012-09-15T12:40:46.694+01:00I Was Stupid In Front Of Johnny Depp...I got up the next morning and ran to the bathroom before anyone could see me. Luckily it was quiet and there wasn't anyone around. I took my make up and made sure I looked imaculate on my exit! You know, the shampoo advert look: perfect make-up, wet but neat hair and a towel. A much better way to bump into someone... I didn't though, everyone was already out at work. I started at 10, which was unusually late compared to the UK, but it seems that nothing happens here until at least 10. I went off to work as usual on Chapel Street.<br />
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Later in the day after lunch I was almost falling asleep I was so tired, so I popped out to get me and Barb a coffee form the shop next door.. Chappellis. As I walked in I looked up at the counter and saw <span style="font-size: large;">Johnny Depp</span> looking back at me. Jesus, Joseph and Mary. Now you would think I would ask to have my photo taken with him or get his autograph wouldn't you? And I did I do that? Of course not... I went weak at the knees and said "you don't look the same without your eyeliner on, I think I fancy you more with it, Don't worry, I still would"... He smiled, I apologised and went red and then just got embarrassed. Man I needed to learn to be cooler.<br />
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I got home and told my new housemates about what had happened, they laughed! I had by this point learnt their names but hadn't got to know them. I noticed them in different orders: Firstly Towel Guy, Or Mickey. He had a lovely jaw. Then Adam, he was tall, could play the guitar and was incredulously good looking. Male model like. My friends from home saw a picture of him and they all thought he was handsome. Then there was Jim, he wore glasses and was really funny. And finally a tall dude call Tim.<br />
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It was several days until I properly got to know them and before I met the famous Ruby, the lesbian that lived at Clarence Street. I was nervous about meeting her, the boys always spoke so highly of her, I was petrified that she would hate me...<br />
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<strong><em>Until We Meet Again... xx</em></strong>Missihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04552057191099134578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389134981376842901.post-78828268527888597062012-09-15T01:51:00.002+01:002012-09-15T01:51:11.347+01:00Welcome To Clarence Street...So I went to the office to sign the papers to take the lease on the room in Brunswick East. Eeeeek! Now t all felt very real. I was living in Melbourne.<br />
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I went back to Colin and Tanisha's to pack up my things and move out. When I got back it was just Colin home and he offered to help take my things up to the house. I had my dinner and waited for Keiron to come home, and then as Tanisha wasn't back Keiron got the cab with the luggage with me.<br />
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I pay the cab driver and heave my ridiculously heavy and badly packed bag (all the heavy things were on one side of the holdall, so it flipped over when pulling) up to the door of the house. I manage to get my key in the lock whilst almost juggling all my things and open the door to... four guys. Four hot guys. <br />
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Welcome home :-)<br />
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I introduced myself and said hello and went into my room to unpack my clothes because I dodn't want them to get screwed up. It was quite late and in my hurry to move into the house that evening I hadn't properly packed and everythign was screwed up as it was. I go back out to put cereal in my kitchen cupboard and turn around to speak to the four guys on the sofa and realise that with clothes on I have absolutely no idea which one was the guy wearing just a towel! I also didn't care that much because I suppose they could all be hot in their own ways. A minor bit of chit chat later and they tell me their names, which I forget almost immediately and they tell me a bit about the house. Apparently there is a lovely girl called Ruthy who also lives in the house and she is a lesbian. This fact is one of the first things they tell me. I am unsure why, it doesn't bother me if someone is gay, straight or otherwise.<br />
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I went back into my room to finish and once done, I didn't want to come out of the room. I was scared! It was ridiculous, I was bursting for the toilet and wanted a drink. I stayed in my room all night...<br />
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<strong><em>Until Next Time... xx</em></strong>Missihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04552057191099134578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389134981376842901.post-49069677107476541272012-09-14T01:56:00.001+01:002012-09-14T01:56:03.224+01:00The Great Hunt...So from South Yarra, to Prahan, to Richmond to Carlton to the city... I was searching high and low for a home. At this point I didn't really care where I was living I just needed a home, a room and a bed.<br />
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I had been looking on real estate and found a corporate house share company that looked quite nice and had arranged to view a room in a house they had going. I had come across so many weird people and strange houses that I wasn't holding out high hopes. I got on the tram and sat down and was looking out of the window for stop 126. The journey was taking ages and I was thinking that this place was going to be in the middle of nowhere. I had my reservations about being so far from Colin, Tanisha and Keiron too.<br />
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Eventually I arrive at 126 and follow the directions given to me by an agent. I look up at the house and think I must have it wrong because it is bloody huge! A guy was fixing his car on the driveway of the house and I realised that he must be the guy who is showing me around. we go into the house and I like it immediately. It is clean. And it has a gym! Not that I would be using the gym. The room he showed me was next to the kitchen but it was a really nice room, all set up, tv, dvd player, couch, bed etc. I could live in this room but could I live so far from the city and so far from Colin and Tanisha? I was so confused. I was desperate for somewhere to live.<br />
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At my point of indecision, a man dressed in only a towel walks out from the next room and says hello. Maybe I can live here. I tell the agent guy on the spot there and then that yes I will take the room. The Towel Guy was pretty!...<br />
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<strong><em>Until Next Time... xx</em></strong>Missihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04552057191099134578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389134981376842901.post-21476443428406115522012-09-14T01:45:00.000+01:002012-09-14T01:45:07.721+01:00Endings and Beginnings...After much waiting, me and Colin finally managed to be in the same place at the same time and I went back to their flat. I got straight on the blower and the internet (I had purchased a WiFi stick because it was costing me more in coffee to use the free internet at Macca's) and with about 10 minutes to spare until the end of the day I found a serviced apartment for me a Keiron.<br />
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We had decided that as adults we could share a bed and be cool with it. It would be cheaper this way. That and we had both been on couches and the floor for over a week and were desperate for the comfort of a bed. That was the best nights sleep I had had in some time. Given that before I had departed the UK I had a lot on my mind.. It was after all a big move that I was considering.<br />
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We still saw Colin and Tanisha everyday, usually in the evenings because Keiron and I were working at this point. He had scored a job in a garage and me in the boutique. We would work and then head to Colin and Tanisha's for dinner. Whilst we were staying there we had all chipped in a considerable amount for food, so it made sense to go there and have dinner. Besides as satisfactory as the serviced apartment was, it wasn't amazing, and the more time we could spend out of there the better.<br />
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To tell you about my job.. I loved it! Barb was awesome and became a really good friend. I also met an amzing girl called Alana, another person who became the second of my Australian friends :-) It wasn't rocket science working in the shop but it was nice and friendly and fun. And I worked with really cool people who made me laugh. Me and Barb were always laughing and I spoke to her about everything. I even told her about my Sydney experience which made her laugh, but made her appauled at the situation also. It was a matter of days before I was given a set of shop keys and ran the shop by myself. I would generally work with Barb, but we worked independently at the beginning and the end of the day. <br />
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I went to a BBQ with Colin and Tanisha and their friends, and they were all really lovely, but there was something that just wasn't me and I felt my usual awkward self. I needed to eradicate this but I didn't know how. I had been introduced to Jolene previously and when she said she was going to leave I realised that this was my perfect opportunity to leave too. I made my excuses said my goodbyes and left. Jolene was such a cool girl, and we got on immediately when we first met. I got back to the serviced apartment and slept. It felt so good.<br />
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After realising the cost of the apartment, Colin and Tanisha had said that the boiler was fixed and that we could go back to theirs and whilst again it wasn't the ideak situation we got to save a bit of money and it made sense. Until the next day when they sat me down and said that I had a day to find somewhere else. I was already going crackers on the hunt because at this situation was not good for any of us, but to have this time limit again was making it so much harder. I was going crazy on the house hunt...<br />
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<strong><em>Until Next Time... xx</em></strong>Missihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04552057191099134578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389134981376842901.post-39591065553494942092012-09-14T01:13:00.002+01:002012-09-14T01:13:55.819+01:00Home Sweet Home...?...I cried for most of the train ride to the airport, but I was so happy to be going back to Melbourne. My experience of Sydney had not been a good one. If nothing else this experience had made me realise how much I liked Melbourne, and hoe in the space of a few days I had grown to think of it has home. It almost felt like that was my home totally now and not England any more. I had to be grateful to TPG for at least giving me the courage to come out here and do this. I didn't come for him, but if he hadn't have been doing it, it proably would have never crossed my mind that this was even an option for me.<br />
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I am sitting and waiting for my flight, desperate just to get into the air and as far away as possible. My phone has almost no battery and I get a call from Tanisha. I was happy at the beginning of the call just to hear her voice. But by the end of it I was rendered in tears yet again. When did I become a crier? She said that the boiler was broken and that their landlord was coming to look at it and that we needed to be out by the end of the day. It was 10am at this point, I was in Sydney upset about a man and I was panicking about having a roof over my head. This was going to be a long day. I cried most of the flight (in the comfort of three emergency seats with extra leg-room again) and my head was in a daze. By the time I got out of the airport and back to South Yarra most of the day would be gone and I would have nowhere to sit and reflect about how crap I felt. Me and Keiron would be sleeping on a bench.<br />
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We land in Melbourne and joy of joys it is raining cats and dogs. I get to the bus that takes me back to South Yarra and I tell the driver where I need to get to. He says that this is no worries. Awesome. One thing going right at least, it was cheaper than a cab and I was going to get to where I needed to be. Wrong. He dropped me at the other end of Chapel Street which was a good couple/few miles and I have to walk the length of it, in heels, in the pouring rain with my case and crazy heavy handbag and no coat. FFS. This was not going to be fun. And my battery on my phone had died. Luckily before this happened I had got hold of Colin to arrange to get a key to their place so i could get my stuff and start making plans. The epic fail of this story is that there he wasn't in and couldn't get back for a couple of hours. Great, what was I meant to do, in the pouring rain, with a load of stuff I was lugging and nowhere to go. I went and got a milkshake and dragged it out for as long as I could...<br />
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<strong><em>Until Next Time... xx</em></strong>Missihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04552057191099134578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389134981376842901.post-12053632166445461232012-09-14T00:44:00.002+01:002012-09-14T00:44:16.295+01:00Sydney Baby... Part Two......Venturing out into the <span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>Sydney</strong></span> sun we walk through the city and I am extremely excited. It was like nothing I had experienced... Almost a sunny <span style="font-size: large;">London</span>. We walked through the city, laughing and joking. It wasn'y how it used to be but it was a definite improvement. This did not last the whole day. We went to the two places specified on my list and I thought this was extremely lovely of him especially since I know that he had visited several times and had absolutely no interest in going whatsoever.<br />
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At this point my feet start to hurt because we have walked so far. My pace starts to slow and he starts to get annoyed. I try to explain that my feet hurt, but by this point we had become so distant in conversation it felt like we had never met before and that if we were going to meet that we would not be friends. I had two more days of this. I hadn't eaten all day and it was late afternoon and I was starting to get a bit light headed from the lack of food. Just the suggestion almost seemed like an insult to him. We were sitting in a pub (which didn't serve food) and he was like, well you get food and I'll wait here for you. Charming. I did that.<br />
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Getting back to him after I had found a Hungry Jacks (Burger King if you are English!) and suggested that we headed back. I was not looking forward to enduring the evening with him. But I needed a night out in <span style="font-size: large;">Sydney</span>. I didn't get one. We just stayed at his house drinking. I needed to drink more to get through this.<br />
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After a few, there was a knock at the door and so casually IG and TPG just shout "come in, the door's open"... it could have been anyone. It turned out to be a bunch of Italians, a very pretty Canadian and a Chinese girl. Random mixture. They invited us to their house because they were celebrating. We ventured down to their house at the end of the street and my night gets worse. They do however have internet connection which means I can connect my iPhone and call home. I was on the phone to my brother for at least an hour and whilst telling him how much TPG had changed I also got the chance to tell him how much I loved Australia so far. I don't think that TPG even noticed that I had left the room. He was back to his arrogant self. What on earth had happened to him since departing Heathrow? I got stoned.<br />
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I set my alarm before I went to sleep so that I could get up early, utilise the WiFi and call Miss Cupcake. I told her everything about how much TPG had changed and what an awful time I was having with him. I was on the verge of tears at this point. I told her I just wanted to go back to the comfort of Melbourne and she said to just leaving. Tell TPG that he is being an ass and that I will make my own way back to the airport and get myself out of there. I was reluctant to admit that I had been wrong and I wanted to stick it out. Though now looking back I have no idea why. I did though I stuck it out. I was so excited for the weekend to be over. The day before I left he took me out to a music festival and we just had a few beers together like old times. Old times apart from no flirting, no touching, ni kissing and no liking of each other whatsoever. It appeared I frustrated him just as much as he frustrated me. How on earth did we get on so well in the UK but were like arch enemies in Australia? It made absolutely no sense at all. We spoke about my trip to Sydney and I told him how much I was hating it, and how much of an arse I thought he was. I also told him that I thought he had changed and that I was wondering where the nice guy went. We ended uo going round in circles and just agreed all round that this clearly did not work and that at least we could call a truce and just be civil until my departure the following day.<br />
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I had booked an early flight back to Melbourne because I knew TPG and IG had to start work early on the Monday morning. I was beyond excited at the thought of getting up and leaving. We departed his house and set off for the city. We stopped at a nearby 7eleven and he bought us all coffee.. without asking he just presumed that I wanted one. Yes I am being pedantic now! We get to the train station and we all need to take different platforms. We get to mine first and he hugged me goodbye. Well that was weird. Why on earth would he do that, we had argued all weekend and now he was nice. He finished the hug with a kiss on the cheek. I climbed the stairs with my case and on reaching the top step I burst into tears at the situation. I was gutted. Once again...<br />
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<strong><em>Until Next Time... xx</em></strong><br />
<br />Missihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04552057191099134578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389134981376842901.post-23486541179834139282012-09-13T12:47:00.001+01:002012-09-13T12:47:37.049+01:00Sydney Baby... Part One...I land... I call The Perfect Gent to let him know. I almost run through the airport and it is fate that as I reach the luggage carousel my bag is right in front of me. I actually pick up the pace and run at that point! I just wanted to get out and see him.<br />
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SO. I get out and.... Nothing. He wasn't there. I go red. I called him to see where he was and he says that he was running late and wouldn't make it in time but to get a train and he would meet me at Central. Seriously? Yes apparently he was serious. And I didn't have much choice. So I had flown across the world, I could do this no worries. I was pissed off though. I got to Central, to the designated place we had arranged to meet, and for someone who had never been there I did rather well and deserved a pat on the back for that one! Anyway I got there and he wasn't there. I call again. I realise at this point, that the way I am calling him is making me look bad and dependent. Which was exactly what I was trying to avoid. I just had no choice, I was in a foreign city and a little bit scared if truth be told. So he isn't at the place we arranged to meet and then when I get hold of him on the phone he says that yet again he didn't make it. Can you even begin to imagine what was going through my head. I was more infuriated than anything else. Then his phone dies. OMG... I am stranded! Luckily his friend calls me and thankfully he seems a little more polite than "The Perfect Gent" (This is where I start regretting calling him that for the purpose of this blog!) He explains where they are and how to reach them. There is a them? It's not just me and him tonight? I was more annoyed at the fact I was on my own right now to be too concerned with anything else. So I get on a bus. Three modes of transport across a country and city in a few hours *sighs heavily as I write*... but I am on the bus venturing north and looking for a pub. Needle in haystack springs to mind. I could have growled at this point I was so angry. Again it was a journey that was hot and I was feeling disgusting and no matter how frusrated I was I wanted to look amazing when I saw the Perfect Gent.<br />
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The bus pulls up and low and behold he is standing there. He is wearing a slightly chavvy cap if I am being honest but he still looks amazing! And handsome! How could I be angry at him? I get into the pub and he introduces me to his friends and I have never felt so out of place in my life. That and I have no idea what their names are and one of them has a very thick irish accent which I just do not understand. And can you tell how the evening went from there?<br />
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After finishing our drinks, we go and get oizza and back to Wombat's house (I gradually picked up his name, but I felt stupid calling him that!) Wombat's house brought just a plain awkward situation. I ended up smoking with the Irish Guy (IG) and hoping that normality with The Perfect Gent (TPG) will resume. IG ends up disappearing and me and TPG are alone. We are walking home and I realise that nothing is as it was before he left. My heart sank at this point and I realise that I had put far too much hope into the situation. I had literally put all my eggs in this basket and this imaginary fairytale and I feel stupid. Getting back to TPG's house, IG is already there and they are out the back drinking and smoking. It seems a very nice set up, nice people and a very sociable atmosphere. I start to prematurely panic about bed time. What is the sleeping situation? Come bed time TPG shows me to his room (which he shares with IG) and says that he and IG will take the couches and I can have his room. Kind of grateful on two counts. Firstly, I was pissed at him and secondly after the last time we shared a bed he left me bruised!<br />
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The next morning comes and he asks what I want to do. Clearly I want to see Sydney Opera House and The Harbour Bridge. Hell I was in Sydney! We venture off out for the day and it was sunny which put a nice spin on things. But still, there was something that just wasn't right...Missihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04552057191099134578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389134981376842901.post-85276110865342403242012-09-13T09:52:00.002+01:002012-09-13T09:52:46.449+01:00Bomb Squad...So new country means starting from scratch. I needed a tax number a bank account a job etc etc. Keiron and I decided beforehand that we could do these things together because we both needed to get them done.<br />
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First thing is first I am cut off from the world... I have an english phone with limited credit which would be darn expensive to use. I had no internet connection. I literally felt cut off from the twenty-first century. I manage to get to a McDonalds (or Macca's) to get to free WiFi just to let my mum know I had arrived safely and was hoping to have the lack of connection sorted as soon as possible.<br />
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...So the text for The Perfect Gent... yes he text me. When I had got to Colin and Tanisha's. Wow. Butterflies. He hadn't forgotten me! It felt almost instantaneous that he invited me up to Sydney to stay with him. Could not keep the grin off my face. I was relcutant to run to him, but Tanisha said it would be a great experience and that if nothing else I got to go to Sydney!<br />
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A lot was going on all at the same time so I apologise if this post is a little choppy in terms of how I am explaining things. This is kind of how it happened though. So I decided to walk up Chapel Street to look for a retail job. Just something to bring in a bit of money whilst I was working out a longer term plan. I walked into a little boutiqey type shop called Metalicus and met Barb. What a woman. And she was set to get even better. I got a job. There and then, on the spot she hired me. The economy clearly wasn't suffering the way it was in London. I started the following week. Just enough time to get a trip to Sydney in!<br />
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So I eventually find a phone shop and assume that if I buy a sim card it will work in my iPhone because I had got in unlocked in the UK. Wrong. Fail. It didn't work. I spent $50 on a cheap phone just so thta I could have something to connect to the rest of the world with. You really don't realise how reliant you are on a mobile phone until the use of one is taken away from you. Phew I feel so much better. I can also call The Perfect Gent. I had spoken to him on Viber a couple of times whilst I was still at home, but it was just amazing to hear his voice. He convinces me that Sydney is a great idea and I book flights for the following day. I had already fallen for this guy and even after months I hadn't climbed out of like/love/lust/fancy with him!<br />
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Since it was quite squishy at Colin and Tanisha's it was a relief for all of us to have a little more space. So I get a cab back to the airport. It was only an hour flight, but I felt like I had spent just too much time on planes recently. However I was overly excited to see The Perfect Gent, this took the sting out of it. I got to the airport slightly early, but by doing so I managed to get a nice seat with extra legroom. Dependant on the fact that i would be willing to open the energency doors in event of in flight evacuation. Bloody hell. Still it was definitely worth it! I proceed to go to security. the usual rigmarole, this time with less belongings! As I walk away from the other side of the conveyor belt I get stopped. "Madam please can you step this way...."<br />
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I "step this way" thinking bloody hell what is it with me. "Madam we need to test you and your belongings for explosives. Do you consent to this check?" I nodded. Of course I didn't mind, do I look like a terrorist??!!! Obviously my bags and person are clear but still! I end up sitting around waiting for a couple of hours and then it is boarding time. I get my flight to New South Wales and Sydney...<br />
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I was heading to South Yarra, a suburb next to the city and decided to hail a cab. On one pulling up, the driver got out and opened the boot. He then gestured me to put my bags in the boot. 30kg. I looked at him hoping he would be a gent, but nope. I lifted them into the boot... it took me a while, and just thought "well chivalry is dead".<br />
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Driving away from the airport is where I breathe and think well, I am on my own and have no idea where I am going. In the cab and in life. After about fourty five minutes we pull up at a place that looks like a hotel. I get out and once again the cab driver gets out to open the boot, but again gestures me to do the lifting. Bloody hell. I pay him and walk to the gate a push the buzzer. Colin answered and he asks if I need help with my things and that he would be right out. Ah, see English men know how to do it!<br />
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He meets me and we walk a short way into the building that they live in. I should have mentioned earlier probably that although Melbourne was going into winter it was still very warm. This being said I had just flown to the otherside of the world in several layers of clothes, been made to heave ridiculously heavy luggage in and out of the boot of a car, oh and I hadn't had a wash for something like 35-40 hours. When we get to the door and open it, Tanisha greeted me with open arms. My response "don't touch me, I smell!" She laughed! My friend Keiron had arrived from Dubai just days before I had and was staying with them also until he had a place to stay sorted. They give me the grand tour of their apartment. It was lovely, for two people. Perfect size. But for 4 people it was going to be a squeeze. As we were about to find out. Anyway... after about five minutes Tanisha offered me a glass of red and I did not refuse. We went out to their Paddock at the back and the merriment commenced. The Perfect Gent text me. <br />
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<strong><em>Until Next Time... xx</em></strong><br />
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The queue is long and I am impatient because I want to escape to another toilet to finish my crying and to prepare myself for a 14 hour flight to Singapore. Finally it is my turn. I heave the ridiculously heavy hand luggage and handbag onto the conveyor belt and take off my coat and shoes to be x-rayed. Beep beep beep. Bloody hell. I get searched. They obviously find nothing. I walk to the other end of the conveyor belt, whilst trying to get my stillettos and fur coat back on and I get asked by a security guard to step to one side. What?<br />
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I am standing and waiting. I stand and wait some more. I look incredulously guilty at this point because my face is a mess from the tears and I am wondering why on earth and what on earth I am waiting for.<br />
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I get asked to collect my hand luggage, handbag and laptop and proceed into a small side room. WTF? This is ridiculous! I have also watched enough airport security programs to know that this means that they think I am hiding something.<br />
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They ask me to empty out my case. I do as is required and then I remember the jar of Branston pickle that I was taking as a present to Colin. Oh that's what it is. I think that they will just let me be on my way, but they insist on me taking my coat and shoes off again and then not only swabbling them but also the inside of my case. If nothing else this commotion has stemmed the tears. I am now just embarrassed. They come across the pen that Miss Handsome had given me and were in stiches of laughter! Eventually they let me leave the room and I wandered through to duty free.<br />
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I bought what felt like every magazine on the shelf which in hindsight wasn't my brightest idea. I was already lugging a wheelies suitcase, carrying a laptop bag, my extra large handbag and was wearing around four layers of clothes. Movement from this point on was no mean feat.<br />
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I boarded the plane (upper deck) and sat down next to possibly the most boring man I have ever met in my life! I was hoping for a hottie like on the plane to Greece. Wishful thinking. It was about 20 minutes after take off that I fell asleep. And that way I remained for the entire fourteen hours!<br />
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Landing in Singapore I gather up <em>all</em> of my things and head out to have a cigarette. I walk out into the tropical garden area and I am swamped by heat. Get the fur coat off my back now! Thing was I couldn't hold it all. Bugger. By the time I had found a space, taken my coat off and found my cigarettes and smoked one, I decided that I may as well smoke a couple more to save me trying to move all my stuff!!<br />
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I make my way up to the roof. I had heard how beautiful it was up there and given that as I was coming into land I was speechless to it's beauty. I had heard correct. Wow. It was too soon that I had to make my way back down to the boarding gate to catch my connecting flight. Not before being swabbed again! Bloody hell!... And onwards to Melbourne Tullamarine...<br />
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(The name of this blog is now changing over to reflect the move, but it can still be found at the same address)... xxMissihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04552057191099134578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389134981376842901.post-60828391791115528922012-09-12T03:39:00.002+01:002012-09-12T03:39:53.923+01:00The Final Goodbye...I know that I have mentioned a couple of things that had made me cry up until now, but I had generally held it together against all the odds.<br />
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I finish my packing about half an hour before I was due to leave for the airport. Which was about 4am! I had been wreckless with packing.. I figured what I didn't have I wouldn't miss and if needs be there were shops in Australia so I could get anything I needed.<br />
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My parents and my older brother were taking me to London Heathrow to catch my flight. the journey wasn't mearly as bad as I thought it would be. I didn't feel sad, or excited because it still wasn't real yet. We arrive at the airport and everyone comes in. I want to check my bag as soon as possible because the weight of it was stressing me out! Turns out that I was 9kg over the limit... whoops! I managed to blag it and not have to pay any extra, happy days!<br />
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We all went to get a coffee. We are all smokers and knowing how long it would be before I would get another one I went outside and chain smoked. It also meant that I had longer with my family. My older brother was already crying. I felt so bad for making him feel like this. And then came the time that I had to say goodbye. As I put my arms around my mum I let go and the tears were plenty. I held my mum for at least five minutes before hugging my dad and finally my brother. <br />
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I walked into the terminal, face forward and not looking back. I did not want them to see me crying and equally I knew that they were watching me and it would be harder for them than me. So I just walked. Through the doors and into a lift. I got upstairs and went for the nearest toilet to cry on my own for a few minutes. I could not stem the tears that were falling from my face...<br />
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<strong><em>Until Next Time... xx</em></strong>Missihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04552057191099134578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389134981376842901.post-44268783182970807712012-09-12T03:29:00.003+01:002012-09-12T03:29:31.311+01:00Best Speech Ever...???So time is ticking and I am looking forward to my leaving drinks. There was a random assortment of people all fitted into one bar. I had my family, my families friends, my old colleagues from a supermarket that I worked at as a student and then my dear dear friends.<br />
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I am not usually a big drinker. Well that is a lie, I never used to be a big drinker but I had kind of built up my tolerance and had become someone what of a party girl in the last few weeks. Anyway I degress... I arrive at the hotel/bar and obviously we are the first to arrive, I needed to be there before everyone since it was in aid of me! Gradually people start arriving and buying me drinks and giving me cards... I was actually overwhelmed at the kindness and well wishes of the people I knew. What a lovely bunch of people...<br />
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Their kindess overwhelmed me to the point that I decided I just needed to get more drunk to deal with all this. I was not going to cry, I am not a crier! My dad and his friends decided that buying me shots of pink tequilla would be a great idea. I definitely do not do shots. But when someone puts them in your hand you can't exactly say no, it was rude. So I did them! Some time into the evening my friend BabyKanga came over from across the road where he was going with a leaving shot! And instead of saying no or even questioning what was in the cup he gave me, it was gone! That is the point at which I stop remembering the night and the point at which what I am going to tell you next is from what other people have told me.<br />
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I was standing speaking to Daffyd and I hear someone shout speech. Oh Crap! My face was apparently a bit oh goodness don't make me do this. And they shouldn't have...<br />
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"So I would like to thank everyone for coming. I don't actually like most you I think you are a bunch of "word that will not be mentioned" thanks again for coming and Happy Easter"... Silent room. Cue awkwardness. Cue me realising what I had said. Cue a LOT of apologies....<br />
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Once the party had finished I went on to town with my loved ones. I couldn't really stand and yet again my dad has to take me home. My mum was still awake when we got in and apprently I was cuddling her a lot and I needed her to put my pyjamas on for me because I could not hold my head let alone get undressed! God bless my mother!<br />
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I awake to around 50 text messages from the night before and several facebook/whatsapp and tweets about the night before. Oh crap, time to face the music. I made a public facebook apology for what I had said the night before and decided that I had to apologise in person to many people. I got up and did what I had to do. On my rounds.. it was particularly late I was saying goodbye to someone and was heading to Miss Cupcakes. I pull up to a roundabout and stop because there is something coming and CRUNCH... the mini got hit. Hard. I was thrown forward which caused me to get whiplash and I started crying. How and why was this happening to me. I am not going to go into it all rather just telling you because Su the Mini is a big part of the blog and it was a significant event in what happened before I left. My parents sorted it and it was all ok. I was devestated when the garage came to collect her from the drive. I knew it was the last time that I would see her. I cried.<br />
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I also cried when I went to say goodbye to my nephews. I knew it would be hard as I was extremly close to the middle nephew. I was avoiding lookign at him, especially when he asked why I was crying so much. He is a little darling.<br />
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I went out again, I think it was pretty much every night for my final two weeks. I made a point of seeing Ali, still my lobster. Not that I wanted to form a relationship or anything with him, just that there was something about this extremely tall guy that just had me hooked. I think he knew it. I was really tired that night given all the antics that had been going on so I decided to leave fairly early. I said goodbye to BabyKanga and then came the final goodbye to Ali. BabyKanga knew about what we had done, and he knew that there was something between us. He simply said "you two can go off and say your goodbyes, it's ok". It was lovely that he had been so perceptive. It took about half an hour of goodbyes with Ali. As we started saying our goodbyes Mr. T walked into the pub. Awkward moment. He was extremely drunk. I went outside for a cigarette with him and we just talked. Albeit loudly because he was so drunk. Luckily nobody heard what he was saying or the cat would have beenout of the back for sure! We ended our fun there and then.<br />
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I said goodbye to Ali and left without turning back because my eyes were streaming with tears. What was I doing? I know some amazing people and I am leaving them all behind. What was I thinking making this decision and booking that ticket?<br />
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<strong><em>Until Next Time... xx</em></strong>Missihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04552057191099134578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389134981376842901.post-56696306470678556942012-09-12T03:00:00.001+01:002012-09-12T03:00:50.421+01:00The Last Time...My parents tell me that I have such a short time to say goodbye to people and that I should consider arranging a party/drinks to kill several birds with one stone. And to have one last night with those who I love the most. My parents friends had become like family and I needed to see them all before I left and this would be the perfect way to say goodbye. A local hotel was booked and drinks were planned. Everyone was invited, but I knew full well that not everyone I wanted to come would be able to. I wanted to invite His brother and girlfriend and baby and I wanted Mr. T to come too, but this would be far too obvious wouldn't it?<br />
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Mr. T and I were still exchanging texts and having encounters. I liked the fact that I trusted him so much not to judge my actions. I really am just a sweet girl, but I had needs and he was able to fulfil them very well. We had made a friendship through it also which was lovely. Killing more birds with one stone!<br />
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My oldest school friends were all busy the night of my leaving party the weekend before my Thursday departure so I arranged to go out for dinner with them. There were five of us and it felt surreal. Mr Wells and Sabrina had travelled when they were eighteen and come away to Australia. S-J had recently got back from travelling Asia and Miss Handsome had been in the middle east until Christmas. Miss Hnadsome had picked me up and we were driving over there and when I got into the car she announces that she has made balloon animals in the shape of a crocodile and a kanagroo as an ode to my trip. It was extremely sweet and made me smile!<br />
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We all arrive at the resturant and sit down and decide that we don't need a glass of wine, but bottles! I love that my friends are wine addicts like me! We order our wine and food and get down to conversation. I think they were all sittign there in disbelief that I was doing this. I could see the excitement for me though and I was touched. Then they all pull out presents and cards for me. Wow. I really wasn't expecting this. I didn't know that presents were done for occassions like this. I wanted to cry with joy at the amazing people that I knew.<br />
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Mr Wells had written me a lovely card and had put a $20 note in. Sabrina also had written a beautiful card and given me a travel journal. Miss Handsome gave me the funniest kangaroo pen called Kevin that had a floppy arm. It was beyond funny! We had a lovely meal and went for a couple of drinks after and then Sabrina, M-J and Miss Handsome decided to head home. It was the last time I saw Sabrina and S-J.<br />
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Kelly (Ali's sister) had joined Mr Wells and I, and we decided to carry on. Yup I got extremely drunk again! It was the start of an extremely busy/drunk/hungover few days....<br />
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<strong><em>Until Next Time... xx</em></strong>Missihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04552057191099134578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389134981376842901.post-19993531614074195722012-09-12T02:25:00.000+01:002012-09-12T02:25:18.404+01:00End Of An Era...Despite my rendevous with Mr. T. I had a lot of other things going on as I previously mentioned. I had to pack up a chapter of my life and get ready for the next one.<br />
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I decided to completely clear my life out of my parents way. I had no immediate plans to return and as I had the biggest room in the house it seemed wasted to be filled with my belongings when they could use the room as a guest room or something. I also had to pack a bag to take to Australia.<br />
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Two days solid of sorting out clothes and I had managed to weedle the things that I wanted to take with me to about 80kg.. that's 60 more to cut! I was stressing at this point that I would never be able to do it. I left it to one side and focused on the other things I had to get done... The initial goodbyes.<br />
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Around Christmas time I had started to branch out from my usual friends and had hooked up with some people I had known back in my school and college days. Two particular people stand out: Daffyd and Faith. Daffyd is hands down possibly the funniest man on the planet. In all the time I have known him he has been able to render me in fits of hysterics and for some reason I just feel like we totally get each other and are on the same page. Adding to this he is also one of the nicest, kindest most genuine guys I have had the fortune of having in my life. I trusted this man, he was an absolute gem. I was gutted at the thought of a rekindled friendship being put on hold again, but as I started to realise, significant people will still be there. No matter where you are in the world they will still be your friend. This brings me to Faith. A truly inspiring girl with a crazy amount of courage and just as much of a kook as I am! The three of us worked well together, hanging out, talking random nonsense... could not get enough of these people.<br />
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Then there is Vdog... the younger sister of my best friend from school. Not so much a best friend any more but rather a girl who has completely lost her marbles and her way in life. Anyway that is a whole different story. Vdog, we just clicked. She told me she was pregnant and told me the names she liked for her baby... I laughed and mocked her because she had chosen such chavvy names! A bit mean. I was a little upset that I would not be around to see her become a mum, but again, good friends will understand the decisions you make and will be there regardless.<br />
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No matter what there would always be a reason for me not to leave. There would never be a right time to leave and live my own life, so I had to go and know that I was making this decision to improve my life and I had to take this chance whilst I could.<br />
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It didn't make saying goodbye any easier though.<br />
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When I told people what I planned to do I don't think anyone thought I would actually go. I had been feeling down for as long as people could remember and it was totally out of character for me to do something this unplanned, this couragous. I was going to Australia baby!<br />
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As exciting as it was it was tinged with sadness. My third nephew was due just days before I was to leave and I was worried about my decision not to be around whilst he was growing up.. He arrived earlier than expected which was excellent because I got to spend time with him! He was gorgeous! He was given the same name as The Perfect Gent. I could not get away from this man!<br />
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There were several goodbye dinners, drinks and meetings that I had to attend and I would be lying if I said it wasn't fun spending so much time with all the people I loved. I realised the people who loved me back.<br />
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I needed to say goodbye to Ali and had arranged to meet him for beers before a party. We had grown to become best friends in the time that we had finished dating or whatever it was that we did. He had also got a girlfriend by this point and was extremely happy. It was lovely to know that we could be such good friends after we were a "we". After our beers we went to the party and ended up getting drunk. The party wasn't that good and we ended up giggling all night together. I look across the room whilst I was talking to someone else and see that Ali was mouthing something to me. It takes me a little while to work out what he was saying. Then I realised. "I want you", and "I can't stop thinking about you"... So it's true, you tell everyone you are leaving the country and suddenly they realise their feelings for you. I now had a collection: The Perfect Gent, Mr. T and Ali.<br />
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We decide that the party isn't worth hanging around for any more and go to get a cab. Walking down the road he stops me, grabs my hand and pulls me into a kiss that really should not be happening. Now I realise what you are thinking. How could I kiss someone who had a girlfriend? I was drunk and was not thinking at all. All I knew was that this man was (and I quote Friends) my lobster. He was my Ross. Me and him really were never off the table. Next thing I know I am at his parents and we are having sex. Oh crap. Why, how, when, where, back to why do I get into these situations. As good as it was, and as right as it felt, we both suddnly sobered up when his step-mum walked in. Oh CRAP! I am so embarrassed! And I realise that this is the best thing that could have happened. We really should not have been doing that. We both leave the house and he walked me home. We are both drunk and embarrassed but realise that this was meant to happen for a reason. I text Miss Cupcake when I got in to tell her. <br />
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I woke up the next day and remembered what had happened and what I had done. I felt so ashamed of myself. I text Ali and we both agreed never to speak of what had happened and to resume our friendship. Which we did. But we both knew that there was more. That we had feelings that we shouldn't have. And whilst it was not the best decision I have ever made, it made me realise how amazing me and Ali were and that it really was never off the table...<br />
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<strong><em>Until Next Time... xx</em></strong>Missihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04552057191099134578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389134981376842901.post-25250404473335285762012-09-12T01:23:00.000+01:002012-09-12T02:26:37.261+01:00Preparation Is Fun...I had not been enjoying life outside of the love encounters for a while, and suddenly I had some focus! I didn't realise just how many things I had to do. With my ticket bought, a visa was essential and then there was the sorting out money, packing my life in 20kg and saying my goodbyes. All in the matter of a few weeks. "Oh Crap", I was wondering if I had made the right choice?<br />
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The Perfect Gent was in Sydney and there was no way at all that I was going to go half way across the world for a man. That made my decision for Melbourne quite easy. I also knew Colin and Tanisha were already here and it all seemed to fit onto place. It also meant that I would finally be in the same country as The Perfect Gent and close enough that if anything was going to happen it could. I decided to take a leap of faith on that one.<br />
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Back to Mr. T... I made a decision that was two-fold. Firstly I was leaving the country. Whatever was going to happen had to have an expiration date, and had to be a secret. No matter what He had done to me, two wrongs do not make a right and I would never want to hurt or upset him. It is just not my nature. It also had to be no-strings. There was no way I was getting into another situation like with The Perfect Gent. The one where I fall for a guy but end up being on opposite sides of the world and I get a broken heart. Absolutley no way. I was taking control of this one.<br />
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I arranged to meet Mr. T. at his house. Made sense since he had his own and I was living with my parents (Not doing that again!)... In the days leading up to our meeting a lot of steamy texts and facebook inboxes were shared and I was extremely excited at the new secret I was about to make. I say secret, Miss Cupcake knew all about it straight away! Of course, I had to tell someone.<br />
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As I told you before I have known Mr. T for ages but this made me even more nervous. I knocked on the door and what followed next was exactly what I had predicted....<br />
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He opened the door, gave me his cheeky "come here, I want you now" smile and I was hooked. Kissing me hard and passionately I am pushed up against the wall in absolute heaven! As his hand grazed my thigh I knew that this was going to be good! There was no doubt that there were six years of built up sexual tension making this so good.<br />
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Once said encounter was encountered we had a cigarette and a chat and it was totally normal... I liked this! It was going to be successful. I think the agreement that it would be our secret totally worked, I couldn't get embarrassed because he would never tell anyone what happened and vice versa (excluding Miss Cupcake!) I left his house satisfied and happy. We text each other that night before bed...<br />
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<strong><em>Until Next Time... xx</em></strong>Missihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04552057191099134578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389134981376842901.post-50141932875538267122012-09-12T00:55:00.000+01:002012-09-12T00:55:03.792+01:00One Big Decision...A matter of days after the funeral I was still texting Mr. T. and it was fun. But there was still a niggle of the what might have been with The Perfect Gent.<br />
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I decided I was moving to Melbourne, Australia...Missihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04552057191099134578noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389134981376842901.post-47933417558333611172012-09-11T14:42:00.001+01:002012-09-11T14:44:54.025+01:00Inappropriate Funeral Behaviour...So The Perfect Gent had left my life and I was the one who had to pick up the pieces of my broken little heart and carry on. Again. I was a bit miserable and back to my "oh crap" state of mind for a couple of weeks (especially since I kept seeing updates and things on Facebook that I really didn't want to see) but I did it. I carried on. Though he was always in the back of my mind, the "I wonder what he is doing?" the "I wonder if he ever thinks about me?" the "I wonder if he wishes I was there?" etc etc.<br />
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Unfortunately a few days later I received the saddest news to date of 2012. My ex father in law had passed away. I remember when I found out from the foster brother of Him that I was in a state of shock. I went immediately to my mum to tell her about what had happened. He was an old man, almost eighty, but when someone dies it is still not nice, no matter how old, how ill or if you know it's coming. It's a shock.<br />
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The next day I went to pay my respects to the family. To Him, his mother and brother. I took a card. I walked in the room and it was total devestation. I could feel the loss and the empty hearts. I kissed and cuddled his mum and brother and then decided that I had to approach him. Standing at the other end of the living room I walked slowly because it was a weird enough situation as it was. I stopped in front of him and smiled up at him in a way that would let him know that the past was the past. I reached out when I said "do you want a hug?" He looked at me, almost grateful that he could reconnect with me, like he had been waiting for someone to hug him. His hug was full, but he was empty. It was horrendous.<br />
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A few days later he called me. Something that normally I would ignore. I answered the phone and he just wanted to talk about his dad. He also had rang to let me know the details of the funeral and to let me know that his mother had said I would be more than welcome and it would be nice if I could go, but that she understood if I decided not to attend. I decided to text Mr. T to see if I could tag along with him and his friends because it was going to be awkward. Everyone there knew who I was and what had happened and I didn't want the day to be about our awkwardness. He replied saying that it would be ok and he would be in contact to let me know what they were doing.<br />
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Closer to the day I arranged to meet His friends for a reason I can't remember. Anyway... I faced a very vain dilemma next. What was I to wear? It was a funeral so I had to be considerate of this fact, but I also did want to look good. I wasn't having Him see me looking anything other than amazing. The other little niggle was that Mr T was going to be there, an opportunity to see what he had missed out on! Extremely inappropriate but trust me, it gets worse.<br />
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I get to the crematorium a little early (I drove the mini because I planned to go for the service and leave straight away) and it looked like there were a lot of people going in and I thought I should get out of the car because I didn't want to a) look awkward and b) miss someone I knew and could sit with. Walking to the door (in a very appropriate black dress - that was a little short but a-line so respectable) I start crying. I was genuinely upset at this occasion. I realise that I didn't really know the people that were there well enough to go in with them, so I decided to have a cigarette and wait. Another reason to be glad to be a smoker. On cigarette number two (I know chain smoking is bad, but it really was useful that day, it gave me a purpose for standing so awkwardly) I see Mr T get out of his car with his friends and walk towards me. The first proper and sober time we had seen each other since the night of the kiss. He walks up to me and kisses me on the cheek with a little smile and asks if I am ok. I wait for His friends and finally they arrive. We go in and sit down. I am sitting in front of Mr. T. I cried for the entire time. Seeing His brothers pregnant girlfriend crying actually broke my heart a little more. Once the service was over we head outside we everyone comes together to talk about the service, to cry, and to pay some more respects to the family. I get swept up in the invite to attend the wake and I feel almost obliged to because there were a lot of people who wanted to see me and talk to me. I went.<br />
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We arrive at the town hall, and I am extremely pleased that I decided to go. It was now a celebration of the lost life. Lovely to hear stories about him and lovely to see people who I had once called family. One auntie told me that she thought I was much nicer and prettier than the new girlfriend. She announced it so loudly that most of the room heard! Missi - 1!<br />
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I nip out for a cigarette and low and behold I get followed out of the main hall, down the stairs and to a little corner that I had found that I thought nobody would find me in. I was wrong. It was Mr. T. Cue awkward moment. The chatting comes freely and suddenly he bring up the fact that he thinks I am really pretty etc. I blush and say something along the lines of "well you took your time". We somehow end up swapping phone numbers and I leave and re-enter the hall. I look at my phone 10 minutes or so later and see he has already text me. It said "Do you know how much I want you? I know it's wrong but can't it be our secret?" I hate seedy secrets, but I am 25 for goodness sakes, this could be the fun I am after and there is no denying I am intrigued by this man!<br />
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I end up being swept up into the drunkness of those around me, friends and old family members (don't worry I was sober, still driving!) and I get invited along to go to the pub to raise another glass to such a dear man. I get another text whilst in the pub saying "cigarette?" This man is keen. I go out for a cigarette. This happens a couple of times in the next hour apart from the last time we end up in yet another corner and he is kissing me. Sheer passionate kissing. I wanted this man and he wanted me! I couldn't. It was a funeral. It was His dad's funeral. The guilt. Walking back into the pub together I notice a lot of pointing, looking and questioning starting to come our way. Were we rumbled?! It is followed by His brother announcing the time that we had kissed! He thought it was hilarious! Thank goodness! I went bright red, but was relieved that He was out of the room at the time of announcement, I would have been ashamed. However word did get arounf to him as the evening went on. I decided to leave, and after kissing Mr T. goodbye he answers a phone call. I must state that he was extremely drunk and no matter what I was not doing anything other than kissing him that night. He would have to make a sober decision if anything was going to happen....<br />
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When you do nothing with someone and it is just awesome! We did nothing and everythign always together. We went for a walk in the forest, we went and did our Christmas shopping, we went out drinking, we met each others families... I was hook, line and sinker for The Perfect Gent!<br />
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One night after Christmas had passed I was going out with Miss Handsome and her cousin and a couple of his friends and I get a text from The Perfect Gent. He was going to come from TreeTown to Seaford to meet me. I was grinning like a cheshire cat! Just knowing that I would be seeing him made me happy as!<br />
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Miss Handsome went home early on that evening because she had work early the next day. And the rest of us continued drinking. It was the most random bunch of people together though and whilst we were all getting drunker, the conversation slowed to just plain awkwardness! My little brother was out in Seaford and I also knew that he and The Perfect Gent got on well and that it might stimulate a bit of conversation. I would like to add that the awkwardness wasn't between myself and The Perfect Gent, but between us and the rest of the group! The obvious sexual tension didn't help much!<br />
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My brother arrived and we had a few more beers and decided to head home. Since we lived in the same town we shared a cab. I was drunk enough not to care that I was kissing a guy in the back and my little brother was out of his face enough in the front not to care! We pulled up at my house and I decided that it would be a great idea to invite The Perfect Gent in. I left a note on the side for my parents! That came back to haunt me in the morning!<br />
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I am guessing you know what happens next?! Yep... It was a bit of a frenzy, but a good frenzy! The man had the body of a god!<br />
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I woke up the next morning next to him and all I could think was "oh crap, I look like crap" and "oh dear god, I need a wee but I don't want to have to get dressed in front of him" and "oh god, my parents are downstairs and have read the note".... shame! But on the other hands I was in bed with an amazing mans arms around me and man it felt so good!<br />
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We get up.. venture downstairs (I was bright red with embarrassment!) and I realise that it is my dad's birthday! I really didn't think this through last night! I run upstairs to grab his birthday present and The Perfect Gent had to sit through our family ritual of presents and cards and drinks on the morning of birthdays!! Oh god the shame cannot get much worse. Can it?!<br />
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I try to usher The Perfect Gent out to my car as soon as I can and I drive him home. I had sunglasses on in an attempt to cover my face, which looked grey and hungover and after about five minutes of silence he makes a joke about the glasses and we laugh. After all, I live in England and it is the middle of winter. There is absolutely no need for glasses!<br />
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I drop him off we kiss goodbye and I drive off. Around the corner I call Miss Cupcake through the car and relay the night to her! Just what you want to hear in the morning! I think she found it funny as I had previously said "absolutely no way in hell will I ever sleep with this man!" <br />
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I get home and dart straight upstairs avoiding eye contact of any kind! A few minutes later there was a small tap and my mum walks in... She is grinning... Oh god she thinks it's funny.. just kill me now! She asks if I had a "nice night" and she clearly knows what happened! She notes that it was all night... Oh Crap... they heard?! At which point I decided that if boundaries hadn't been pushed far enough that I was going to break the boundaries to a point of no repair and tell my mum everything about what happened. I confessed that I have never seen "one" that big before and that I was pretty sure he had hurt me! You think I am saying this in jest... no no, I really did say it!<br />
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I continued to see this amazing man for the next two weeks, but it was always tinged with the knowledge that it would all be over as quickly as it started. He was leaving on the 10th January to go travelling and I was a bit gutted if I am honest. I liked this guy. Before he went he made a joke about going to Australia and meeting him... I laughed it off as I couldn't up sticks and leave could I?!<br />
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On the day that he left I was beyond gutted. Didn't quite know how to react. I knew I liked him I just didn't realise how much! I knew I had to get on and move on. That there were plenty more fish in the sea as everyone kept telling me...<br />
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<strong><em>Until Next Time... xx</em></strong>Missihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04552057191099134578noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389134981376842901.post-26489959731637555132012-03-08T18:11:00.003+00:002012-03-08T18:11:43.430+00:00Sorry It Has Been A While...Hello Followers,<br />
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Just a quick post to apologise profusely for not posting any more of my adventures in ages! In the next couple of weeks you are going to find out why and I think you will be quite impressed and I hope forgive me for the limited posts of late! I will be posting again very soon, Missi-Promise!<br />
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A big hello to my new readers in Tawaiin, Iraq and Columbia to mention a few... Please enjoy my story so far and get ready for the new features of the blog!<br />
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<strong><em>Until We Meet Again... xx</em></strong>Missihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04552057191099134578noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389134981376842901.post-87621002560144663872012-02-18T00:50:00.003+00:002012-02-18T00:50:47.369+00:00If Someone Offers You A 'Seaside Experience' Smile Politely And Say No...<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<br />The next day Bella invited us over as a family to have a takeaway with her family, and despite being a weekend, I hadn't made plans. Sometimes it's nice to be with family and have a quiet one. That was until The Perfect Gent text me to ask me to go to a gig with him. He said that it was his favourite band and that he wanted me to hear them. Awwwww. And tonight may be the night he finally kisses me.</div>
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When he finally returned I introduced him to the weird Seaside guy. Who asked "oh sorry, are you with her?" Thankfully he said yes I was. Ah my knight in shining armour. After twenty minutes anyway! We spent a bit longer in the pub and he introduced me to his best friend and then we sat at the bar with drinks just talking. For some reason I had gone more shy with him, possibly because I was looking at him and thinking "KISS ME, KISS ME, KISS ME!" </div>
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It had been planned before him asking me if I wanted to go that he would stay at his friends house. However when I accepted the offer of going to the gig it seemed silly for him to sleep on the couch when I could drop him home so he decided to come back to Treetown with me. I was kind enough to take his friend home to save him the walk though. I found out the next day that his friend said I was a nice girl.</div>
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<strong><em>Until We Meet Again... xx</em></strong>Missihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04552057191099134578noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389134981376842901.post-70088662663333551372012-02-17T20:38:00.002+00:002012-02-17T20:38:18.862+00:00Shout Out To Orange County...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I received an email asking me to give a shout out to the people of Orange County who have been following me! So here it is! I do read my emails, and try to keep as close as I can to my readers! Where a request can be fulfilled, it will be! I hope you are all good over on the other side of the pond!</div>
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Until We Meet Again... xx</div>Missihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04552057191099134578noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6389134981376842901.post-30379710636679221532012-02-15T20:55:00.002+00:002012-02-15T20:55:49.307+00:00I Believe This Is What They Call Flirting...I remember after I dropped The Perfect Gent home and as I was driving home that I had the biggest smile on my face. I walked through the door wishing that my mum was awake so I could tell her everything. She wasn't so it would have to wait until morning. Miss Cupcake had text me though, and I told her all about it, the big smile still on my face... I text The Perfect Gent, thanked him for a lovely evening and went to sleep happy.<br />
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When I woke up the next day I saw a message on my phone from him and oh look that smile is back! We are texting for a little bit and he said "I'm not sure you even like me" which naturally I replied "ditto" to. We ended up in a "why wouldn't I like you", "why wouldn't I like you" circle.. I believe this is what they call flirting! Throughout the day we are pinging messages back and forth and later in the evening he said "when are you going to take me out again?"... I liked his cheeky side.</div>
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We arranged to meet the following day... I couldn't wait! I had forgotten that I had promised my mum that I would give her a lift to her Christmas meal with work though which was a bit of a drive. I would have to do some juggling. </div>
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I got dressed for my date and drove my mum and her friend the 40 minutes to the hotel where the meal was, and returned to Treetown and went straight to The Perfect Gent. I explained that I didn't have all evening as I would have to pick my mother up. He said why didn't we drive to the town where she was having her meal and go for some drinks and then pick her up on our way back. This had already crossed my mind, but I thought he would be freaked out at the idea of meeting my mum on the second date! I was quite happy though as I wanted her opinion...</div>
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Whilst in the pub we had chosen we had a couple of games of pool and then sat down and were just chatting... I was nervous as hell... and I am pretty sure he knew that I was. He was very gracious about it though. It was a butterflies date.. literally had butterflies the whole time. I love it when someone has this effect on me, because it takes someone special to do that. And you know when you just know that something clicks and it feels right? It was like that! </div>
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When the time came that we had to leave we stepped outside and the christmas lights were twinkling the whole way down the street. It was raining and again cold, but we stopped for a moment at the door and it would have been the perfect moment to kiss. We didn't though.</div>
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We pulled up outside the hotel and saw my mum and Jeanie walking towards the car.. No turning back now. I had pre-warned my mum not to say anything that might embarrass me. To start with I just felt plain awkward and I had gone bright red yet again. Lucky for me it was dark and you couldn't see the blushing. He was so polite to my mum asking her if she had had a good evening and started chatting to her straight away. Someone who isn't scared of mothers.. this is good. </div>
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