tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8964087214557698362024-03-14T22:36:18.969+10:00Dramatic Musingsthe Constantly Dramatic Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020630690921276813noreply@blogger.comBlogger310125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896408721455769836.post-11766725757779420952012-08-29T18:38:00.000+10:002012-08-29T18:59:07.378+10:00Baptism by fire
Since we last spoke, I have made a couple of changes to my life.
One, I got older.
Two, I got thinner. Still fat though, just smaller. And just as
short.
Three, I made a career change.
Know how I was a magazine writer? Yea…..I jumped….to the news
desk. And for the last 7 months ladies and gentlemen, this drama queen you have
come to know and adore and worship and most definitely the Constantly Dramatic Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020630690921276813noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896408721455769836.post-22193430833003647182012-01-25T05:09:00.003+10:002012-01-25T05:23:31.645+10:00FightI remember how you were once.
I remember when you first came back
bout five years ago. I remember you all fiery and angry. Upset with
the opression, pained by the subjugation, angered by the truth.
I remember you walking tall, talking
loud and standing firm in what you believed in. I remember your
arrogance, your temper, your strength.
I remember it well.
Today you stood in the Constantly Dramatic Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020630690921276813noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896408721455769836.post-1678769710092265562012-01-04T01:11:00.002+10:002012-01-04T01:17:24.777+10:00Boom
Just a short update on the cop front:
It is over. I gave him a month, and it was just not working. Plus, he was getting irritating that in the end I thought "You know what... I much rather dying alone and be eaten by the 49 cats that I will (inevitably) own then deal with this fuckkery for another minute."
So I did. Call it quits that is.
And then I went home and watch Band of Brothers onthe Constantly Dramatic Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020630690921276813noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896408721455769836.post-33438625141411811892011-12-18T03:33:00.004+10:002011-12-19T02:40:09.037+10:00This is turning into a sappy Bridget Jones blog. I am sorry.This is not a proper post. I just kinda need to run this by you guys, if people are still reading this shit.
So....I sort of...kinda....a little bit.....dating a cop.
I know, I KNOW! What the eff right?
It's just dates and there's nothing specific or official but he's really keen but I'm not really keen but he's young and he's fresh out of cop school (8 months!) and he's like buff and his the Constantly Dramatic Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020630690921276813noreply@blogger.com11Malaysia4.210484 101.975766-3.8701774999999996 91.868344 12.291145499999999 112.08318799999999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896408721455769836.post-41216709489367097602011-10-16T17:37:00.003+10:002011-10-16T21:51:35.397+10:00Oh wow, I'm a writer. A legit one.
You guys!
I'm back. Well, not to blogging per'se. But to Malaysia. I'm done
with my degree, and I came back on August 30th, lounged
around the house for 3 weeks before I started the job hunt. True
testament to how much of a badass motherfucker I am, I was offered to
3 positions in 10 days and now is proudly employed! Mwahaahaha! Fuck,
I was so scared that I was gonna be unemployedthe Constantly Dramatic Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020630690921276813noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896408721455769836.post-23967197141381046232011-07-02T07:53:00.000+10:002011-07-02T07:53:29.009+10:00The way we used to beI'm writing this down while sitting on the dirty, shabby, carpeted floor of Brisbane International Airport, Gate 79, Departure. There's a group of school children in sports uniforms milling about near me. Buzzing with excitement and anticipation of whatever they are heading to. I understand the feeling.
I'm going home.
The homesickness did not pass the way it usually did. Once it passed the threethe Constantly Dramatic Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020630690921276813noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896408721455769836.post-60009562733125846862011-06-22T14:59:00.004+10:002011-06-22T16:48:32.090+10:00Home is in a different time-zone
I woke up today to a blistering cold winter morning. Put on a pair of leggings underneath my jeans and two layers of sweater on top. Then padded to the kitchen as slow as an 81-year-old with Arthritis to make myself a cup of green tea, cursing the cold floor under my feet. Then I put on my winter boots and got out of the house to get yesterday's mails and bills. It was shivering cold outside, the Constantly Dramatic Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020630690921276813noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896408721455769836.post-74254837399910515442011-06-16T10:26:00.001+10:002011-06-16T10:44:21.778+10:00"Creepy" doesn't even cover itSo uh...I'm scared. I want to use the word “terrified” but that would be pushing it, so let's stick to scared.
I woke up at an unGodly hour today, despite going to sleep late. It was around 5ish in the morning and it was one of those bullshit thing and you can't go back to sleep. So cause I can't go back to sleep, I decided to do some room cleaning and then round 6.5ish decided to go do my the Constantly Dramatic Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020630690921276813noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896408721455769836.post-73690573918554583692011-06-13T16:29:00.002+10:002011-06-13T16:35:17.109+10:00I wash my hands off this bishI have just submitted my final 4000 words essay for this sem on motherfucken war reporting. Fucken researched that bitch for 7 weeks. I have also been up, and stuck in front of the computer for the last 5 days working on it and now, I am done.
I'm going to sleep and not waking up till Friday.
the Constantly Dramatic Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020630690921276813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896408721455769836.post-41060272567560754342011-06-09T15:11:00.008+10:002011-06-10T12:44:31.115+10:00IntermissionThe following is a work of fiction. Though certain characters, locations, conversation and events that transpired within it might or might not have been based on real life, it is still a work of fiction and as such should only be read as a work of fiction.
**** **** ****
The maturest man I have ever been with was 35 years old. 35 is not really that old...but when you think about the fact the Constantly Dramatic Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020630690921276813noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896408721455769836.post-69712793226746534702011-05-19T12:26:00.000+10:002011-05-19T12:26:17.389+10:00Awkward is my (imaginary) middle name
Omg, fucken kill me.
So I went for a run this morning. It started raining. Continued running in rain, feeling completely badass while looking at weak-ass sissies all sheltered in their car. Hah! You ain't as badass as I am. Look at me! Look at me all wet and running even in this weather. Be in awe of my awesomeness! Be inspired by my wet body indiscernible from sweat and rain water! Be inspired,the Constantly Dramatic Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020630690921276813noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896408721455769836.post-24033923847562533982011-05-17T13:46:00.002+10:002011-05-17T14:42:05.740+10:00Hey, remember when I used to be funny?
I notice there is a slight increase in my readership as of late. Which is all kinds of interesting given the fact that this blog is on life-support as it is. I used to update 3 times a week like clockwork back in the day and barely have any readers. I actually kinda have to tell people to read this little corner of the Internet, which is super sad when you think about it. Now that I barely give the Constantly Dramatic Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020630690921276813noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896408721455769836.post-67696632871769401592011-05-06T01:16:00.005+10:002011-05-06T20:03:44.840+10:00Russian rouletteI was told that I was barren at the age of 20. My parents were in the room with me when the clever lady doctor broke the news. My dad clenched his fist and looked away. My mom cried silent tears. I reached over to comfort her. It was strange. It should have been the other way around. It wasn't her that was just declared defective. It was me. And yet I wasn't sad. Just...relieved.
I never liked the Constantly Dramatic Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020630690921276813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896408721455769836.post-63837436076632062062011-04-07T20:51:00.001+10:002011-04-07T20:53:30.149+10:00Seriously, God hates meI really wanna write something witty and hilarious today. But I can't. I'm depressed.
So fucking depressed.
So a little back story, I've been losing a considerable amount of weight ever since I started running last Sept. When I said considerable, I mean 19 kilos. That's about 42 pounds, if you're not on the metric system. Weight loss have never been the main goal it was more of a “Holy shit, I the Constantly Dramatic Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020630690921276813noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896408721455769836.post-48362186956510289672011-03-30T01:11:00.007+10:002011-03-30T11:11:36.189+10:00Me and Bitchface McGeeSo I got a new housemate.
Her name is BitchFace McGee.
Okay, that's not her real name. But it sure as hell fits her better than whatever her real name is.
She moved in here into the extra room last Thursday, round 9 in the morning. Now the reason I can be super specific with this is cause I was at the kitchen making honey glazed carrots for breakfast. That's right, I make fancy healthy, vegetablethe Constantly Dramatic Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020630690921276813noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896408721455769836.post-81583288988067437272011-03-25T15:32:00.001+10:002011-03-25T15:39:30.037+10:00Close encounter of the creepy kindWe shall begin today, with where Creepy-Ass Gym Dude (as he will hereby be known) left off. So he came by last Sunday and wanted to hang out and I told him no, like all in his face y'all. It should have been noted that when I said that...his face changed. Not scary changed, he just look utterly surprised. That was all, and after that he didn't come around (that I know of) which gave me a the Constantly Dramatic Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020630690921276813noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896408721455769836.post-52892800937341311642011-03-21T01:25:00.005+10:002011-03-21T01:54:13.246+10:00Creepy assholes need not apply I am freaking out here people. I know I have been gone for a looong time and well, life happens. To get y'all up to date: I have now gone on an epic quest to become a bonafide runner. I have done three 5ks so far, signed up for my first 10k next month and if all goes to plan, I will be running my first half-marathon (21.5km) in July during the Gold Coast Airport Marathon. And for all that, I the Constantly Dramatic Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020630690921276813noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896408721455769836.post-67962146626948763992010-11-01T00:58:00.005+10:002010-11-01T04:05:50.838+10:00Dude...I totally need to get laid<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-AU X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>the Constantly Dramatic Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020630690921276813noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896408721455769836.post-82065853687779534282010-10-29T05:20:00.004+10:002010-10-29T05:34:07.104+10:00Un-friending Facebook<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-AU X-NONE X-NONE <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>the Constantly Dramatic Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020630690921276813noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896408721455769836.post-82581694704160139022010-08-23T02:44:00.004+10:002010-08-23T02:59:35.655+10:00Not an actual postHey guys!This is not an actual post. I just wanna ask if you guys know any awesome blogs to read out there? I have some really good ones on my Reader but really, I just need some new fix.So if you guys are reading any good shit out there, would you please leave the link in the comment? Malay and English acceptable, cause those are the only two languages I can understand yo.Just leave a link, withthe Constantly Dramatic Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020630690921276813noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896408721455769836.post-24565789429755263672010-08-18T21:38:00.010+10:002010-08-20T05:39:54.309+10:00(Almost) Death in the cinemaI went to watch Predators on my own a couple of weeks back. Now, I am no sci-fi chick but for some reason or another I just wanted to watch it you know. This was of course a couple weeks back, before Inception even hits the cinemas cause you know, if you’re sitting there reading this and going “The fuck does she went to watch Predators when Inception was so much more Ossssummm!!” in whatever the Constantly Dramatic Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020630690921276813noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896408721455769836.post-33998540330220956632010-08-13T18:58:00.009+10:002010-08-13T23:02:12.062+10:00Baby's first media conferenceSo I covered my first ever official media conference yesterday. Before this, I entered in the capacity of “Journo student”, but last night I got an actual media pass so I entered as a professional not a student. It was soooo exciting, and even more intimidating then anything I have been through in my entire life.I went there early; by early I mean about 40 mins earlier. I know that’s overkill butthe Constantly Dramatic Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020630690921276813noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896408721455769836.post-55818181654895430102010-07-20T02:07:00.006+10:002010-07-20T02:33:55.751+10:00Can't be undoneI supposed after making a big hoohah about it, I should follow through.Right. This is difficult to write. So here goes.My so-called parents went for their little delightful spot of European sun on May 29th, I got the text message the day after. The date is important to the flow of what happened. So it took me bout 5 days to come to terms with it and be all sad. The thing is, ever since I came to the Constantly Dramatic Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020630690921276813noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896408721455769836.post-57762112651334954372010-07-14T23:20:00.007+10:002010-07-15T04:26:41.125+10:00SibsThis one time, years ago, I got on onto an elevator with my brother. I absentmindedly pressed a button, assuming the button I was pressing was for the “close door” button. And the damnest thing happened- the door won’t just shut. The more I pressed it, the longer the door won’t shut. I totally freaked. I was all like “Holy shit! This elevator is broken! OMG!! WE ARE GOING TO PLUMMET TO OUR DEATHSthe Constantly Dramatic Onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16020630690921276813noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896408721455769836.post-42746968977881122282010-06-03T00:10:00.004+10:002010-06-03T16:51:38.361+10:00Heal me, I’m heartsick
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