That’s Stella

Perth is so small that…
My BestFriend and I were having dim sum in Northbridge and I was telling her about the boy I kissed at the HB Bar when minutes later HE walks past the restaurant! Freaky! When I first noticed him, I thought he was just some random indie boy I was checking out - it took me awhile to realise it was him.

One of my close friends and I have grown apart so much that…
The other night catching up for dinner for the first time in MONTHS, she actually resorted to saying “What can we talk about… I know! Let’s talk about beauty products!”. It was a real struggle. Kind of sad - but then we never had a lot in common in the first place.

I value sleep so much now that…
I plan my weekend activities around getting enough sleep and sleeping in! I even go as far as penciling in my afternoon naps on Saturday in my diary and my cell phone calender. I had to meet one of my clients on Saturday morning (which is usually my sleep-in day) so instead I pushed all my Sunday activities back by 3 hours.

Life in general is funny yet so cruel that…
The day Miss. 23 (one of my bestest buds) broke the news to me that she was going to come back to Perth after leaving to reside in the UK permanatly earlier this year, was the same day that one of my bestest boy friends broke the news to me that he is leaving Perth for a job he was offered elsewhere. Am I never meant to have all my best friends in the same place at the same time?

I get so annoyed when someone repeatedly says/writes my name incorrectly so much that… I make a mental note to purposely fuck up their name the next time I need to email them or greet them. Alex become Alan. Jane becomes Janette. Angela becomes Andrea.. and so on…

He wrote me an email asking me out on a lunch date. Turns out he only works a few hundred metres from my office so there was no need to feel bad for taking an hour and a half lunch break which is usually the case when having to drive out.

So we met at this great cafe I went to with London last week - Food. Delicious gourmet lunches and traditional salads with a twist. My salad was mouthwatering. The conversation was great. He was a gentleman and offered me the comfy booth couch facing Rokeby so I could people watch. It ended up being quite noisy sitting outside and we ended up sitting on the couch together facing the traffic like one of those love sick couples that couldn’t bare to be sitting opposite one another a metre apart. ICk!

After lunch, we were walking towards our offices and stood on the corner of a busy intersection to say goodbye. I squeezed his arm, and then he leant in for a kiss, then I thought
“Oh shit. I better reciprocate otherwise he’ll feel bad”
so I leant in. But he underestimated how short I was, and I did vice versa. It was such an awkward goodbye kiss and I had to be so quick to respond that I was on one foot going in for the peck on the cheek, but in doing so, I lost my balance and missed his cheek. He scrapped past my cheek and kissed my ear whilst I tried to regain balance and ended up grabbing on to his shoulder to stop me from hitting the pavement. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse… all the cars that were stopped at the traffic lights at the busy intersection got a look, and a car full of young boys honked their horn…

After utter embarrassment and regaining balance, I dusted off his shoulder and said “So… catchya”. Yeah smooth!

“Can you make me look pretty?”

I asked the photographer who was shooting some beautiful artistic stills for a client campaign.

“You’re gorgeous Stella. You don’t need him to make you look pretty.”

Says the boy I crushed on a month ago (who at the moment of saying a most complimentary comment that made my day, was working with models all day for photographic shoot.)

For him to still be able to say that despite NOT-so-stunning-me in a sea of OH-so-stunning girls, melted my heart.

I don’t have any siblings, but I do have 3 half brothers and 2 half sisters.
My dad was real busy as a youngster impregnating women who later, according to my father, became raving psychotic rolling pin wielding lunatics.

I spoke to one of my half sisters for the first time in 15 years today.
I was really young when I first met her and all I actually remember is how much her dress pattern looked like the Libra tampon box pattern.

My dad suggested I get in touch with her. Mum told me weeks ago that he’d found his childrens numbers and had been calling them and hanging up whenever they picked up. But the other day his grandson answered the phone and dad spoke to his first grandchild which I’m sure was an emotional experience. But his 12 year old grandson had no idea he was talking to his long lost Aussie grandpop who struggled to speak Hokkien without blurting a few English words here and there.

So I texted my half sister - and after a few texts back and forth, she rang me.
With her broken English, she said she was really keen to meet me.

I kinda expected her to hate my guts because my dad chose my mom over hers.

I consider him the perfect dad, but I’m sure she has not so kind words to say about him. I don’t know whats going to come out of all this. Even though dad won’t say it, I think maybe because he’s soon to reach the big 6-0 he’s wondering what happened to all his kids. I’m sure when I reach a point when I’m older, I’ll start to wonder too. I have no idea who they are and what they do and how much they’re alike to me. I do know that my sister is sick and she was crying when I put her on the phone to dad.

If this was some horror movie I’m pretty sure she would be after my kidney or pancreas or something.

The New Saturday Night

Last weekend the boys and I went to the HB Bar. I forgot how much fun the HB Bar is! When we went there a few months ago, my friends and I couldn’t get in. There was this long line of girls in bad frocks extending to the corner of the block. Lining up? Turn off! We left and hadn’t come back till last Saturday and safe to say my love affair with HB has been reignited. Awesome vibe, fun music, great kitschyness, yummy drinks, twinkly colourful fairy lights, nice crowd and let’s face it, it’s a bar chocabloc with personality.

The Bad Idea

I’ve been randomly seeing this cute floppy brown haired indie boy with freckles around town. So when he walked into the HB Bar last week donning his trademark black skinny legs, Converse high tops and a black leather jacket and looking gorgeous, I couldn’t resist making a move. If it wasn’t for all the cocktails and my boy friends spurring me on I would never have been so bold. I slyly went to fetch a Mai Tai whilst he was at the bar getting a beer. I made some cheap opening line about how lethal the drinks were, but a couple hours later indie boy and I were swapping numbers and sharing a kiss in a corner booth! Haha! I didn’t hear from him all week and I didn’t msg him. So it seemed like some sort of cruel joke to bump into him on Saturday night at the A Bar. I was chatting to this random guy when indie boy came up behind me and pinched me and moved in on the scene. We flirted and chatted and I remembered just how attracted I was to him! But there was no kiss! He gave me a freakin hug! How can one go from a kiss to a hug? Have I become so much less desirable in a span of a week? I was tipsy last week, but he didn’t even have 2 beers! There were no beer goggles! But today we spent all day texting each other which made the HUG seem more tolerable.

One of THOSE people

Tonight I returned home from work at 7:00 and mum said “Wow! You’re home early!”. The sad thing was, she wasn’t even being sarcastic. Ask me a year ago and I’m pretty sure I would’ve gagged at the thought of returning home from work any later than 6. But mum was right. It was an early one. Usually after all the traffic and so on, I get home by 8. It’s been busy. One of my campaigns started on Sunday night so there have been late nights dealing with the workload of four other clients. On Friday afternoon one of my clients popped into the agency and gave me a beautifully wrapped care package with an expensive bottle of wine and gourmet goodies to say thanks for all the work I’ve done! How sweet! I love my job!