You’re given unlimited funds to plan one day full of any and all luxuries you normally can’t afford. Tell us about your extravagant day with as much detail as possible.
So… how am I meant to do all different things all over the world, when I’ve only got 24hrs in a day, and it can take 18-20hrs just to get from one country to the next?
“If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere,” goes the famous song about New York City. Is there a place — a city, a school, a company — about which you think (or thought) the same? Tell us why, and if you ever tried to prove that claim.
I had that thought when I moved to Melbourne when I was 19.
Have you made your bucket list? Now’s the time — write about the things you want to do and see before you become dust in the wind.
Up until this point, I’ve never really thought about actually making a bucket list. I know there a lot of things that I would like to achieve, however, I don’t necessarily feel as though some of them will actually be achievable. Now, for those of you a heartbeat away from telling me to stop having such a negative outlook on like, a) shut up and b) I’m a realist. I don’t live in a fantasy world where everything is puppies and rainbows and life is just beautiful. I just can’t be one of those people.
In terms of my bucket list… let’s see what I come up with….
Have you ever become obsessed with something? Tell us about something that captivates your attention like nothing else.
I have somewhat of an addictive personality. It doesn’t take much for me to become focused on something , and want to give it my complete undivided attention. I think that the two worst offenders here are tv and video games.
Let’s start with TV…
So I find that once I watch a new tv show, I’ll be able to ascertain whether I like it enough or not from just one episode. If it doesn’t pique my interest enough within the first half of the episode, then I’m sorry, I’m out. However, if I can get hooked on it after the first ten mins… Then sign me up for the whole season immediately.
I’m that type of person who will sit down and watch an entire season of a show in one afternoon. Give me a couch and my onesie and a giant bottle of water, constant cups of tea and biscuits, and I’ll smash out an entire season in a day. Episodes back-to-back and get so completely engrossed by it, I’ll completely ignore the outside world.
I have also been known, during holidays or long weekends, to go a couple of days without showering because I’m so fixated on what I’m watching. It’s gross, but it has happened.
The other offender here are video games. Admittedly, I’m completely obsessed with the entire LEGO franchise of games. If it comes out on PS3, then I need to own it. No questions. I can’t quite explain what it is about these games, but once I pick up the controller, if I’m left on my own, I’ll spend 15hrs playing that without a break and will do so without any reservations whatsoever. Yesterday I bought the LEGO: The Hobbit video game. The week before it was The LEGO Movie game. Then I bought it on 3DS as well, simply because it’s a whole completely different game to the PS3 version.
Clearly, I have a problem.
Just as I was about to publish this post, I realised that I had one smaller, last-minute addition. Fashion Shows.
Now before you all start babbling on about ‘oohhh how TYPICAL… the gays and their fashion…’ firstly, shut the fuck up; and secondly, what’s wrong with it? I don’t actually know what it is, but I am fascinated and slightly obsessed with fashion shows. Granted, the best bits are when the models fall down (it just reiterates my statement to all women – if you can’t walk in those heels, then you shouldn’t be wearing them!!) and if you’re not sure what I’m talking about, watch this:
I can’t quite put my finger on why I’m so drawn to a fashion show. I just love watching them. And I think that for label clothing stores, they should always be playing their fashion shows in the window. On a recent visit to a shopping centre, I passed a store and their window display was a 5-screen x 5-screen video display showing some of their fashion shows. It stopped me in my tracks, and I stood there, fixated on the footage. It was hypnotic.
I should probably also admit that I subscribe on iTunes to a couple of fashion video podcasts. Although they don’t show you the entire show, they at least show you almost every show, from every label, from every Fashion Week around the globe… New York, Paris, Milan etc. Constant fashion love. However, I fail to watch them all when they become available, and instead find myself wasting hours at a time slumped over my MacBook watching the likes of Dior, YSL, D&G, Chanel etc.
Perhaps I should seek some professional help? *lol*
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What are your thoughts on aging? How will you stay young at heart as you get older?
The thought of getting older is actually something that secretly terrifies me. I find that when I start thinking about it, I get a bit obsessed about it.
I feel as though I’ve been robbed of a life of enjoyment. Life has robbed me of the opportunities to do the sort of things that you’re supposed to do in certain age groups.
For example, when I was in my late teens, all I wanted was to study dance and pursue that as a career. That didn’t happen because of a spinal injury.
In my Twenties, those are the years that you’re supposed to be travelling the world; working overseas; finding yourself etc etc etc. Well, I guess I managed to find myself. The other two – that didn’t happen. Whilst other friends of mine were off getting dance contracts on Cruise Ships, I was stuck in an office cubicle, feeling miserable and being bullied by my employer to the point of having a small nervous breakdown.
In my mid-twenties, other people were working hard and saving for house deposits – I on the other hand was too busy struggling to be able to pay my rent, buy groceries and pay my bills. I was caught up in being Miss Independent, and dealing with an absolutely clusterfuck of a relationship that pretty much destroyed me mentally and emotionally.
By the time I had reached my late twenties, I still hadn’t come to terms with the fact that I was already in my late-twenties. Thirty was rapidly approaching, and it was approaching at a speed that I just wasn’t prepared for. People were getting married and having kids, and buying cars and houses, and here I was renting a shitty apartment with Hulk, trying to determine what our future had in store for us. Everybody around us was travelling overseas – but it was constant. Somebody was just coming back from overseas, and planning their next trip. As they were coming back, other people were getting ready to leave. Sometimes it was a week here or there, or going for two / three / four weeks at a time. I couldn’t wrap my head around how these people were able to afford to do so.
Then it clicked. Money. Management. The one thing that I simply cannot do.
Now that I’m in my early thirties, I still feel lost and confused. Part of me is telling me that I should be doing responsible things like saving for a house deposit. Or saving for a trip overseas. One of my friends is over in Europe for a few weeks. Other friends of ours are in the U.S. for a few weeks. One of my co-workers has just left to go to New York for three weeks. Another co-worker is going overseas for two or three months later in the year. I just find it so depressing.
I still don’t even know what I want to be when I grow up. There’s certainly a lot that I dream about achieving, but getting it to actually happen is a completely different story. I don’t want to be one of those people who is stuck in the same job for twenty years, but I realised that I’ve already been in my job for (I think) ten years already.
If that’s the case… where was my fucking celebration cake? Probably because it’s not the sort of achievement that should be celebrated. Oh congratulations. You’ve failed at life so epically, you’ve achieved absolutely nothing, and are basically more than happy to just settle with a shitty job that doesn’t fulfill you for ten years. *slow claps* well done, loser. What a role model!!
So even though I may get older in age, I still feel young at heart. I still love my video games, in particular, LEGO ones. I love going to the movies. I love going to concerts. I’ve pretty much lost all interest in going out, simply because the ‘scene’ nowadays has totally changed.
…Oh god, I just used the terms ‘nowadays’. Just call me grandpa.
I still buy cool clothes and shoes, but at the end of the day, it’s just stuff. It’s not a house. It’s not a car. It’s not a trip overseas. I really should focus on achieving those.
…but maybe I’ll think about that after the LEGO Movie Game comes out on PS3 next week. hehehe.
Sometimes, we act on impulse: it could be something as small as ordering that special dessert on the menu, maybe asking out that cute boy or girl, or as large quitting your job and selling everything you own to become a shepherd in New Zealand. What’s the most crazy, outrageously impulsive thing you’ve ever done? If you’ve never succumbed to temptation, dream a little. If you gave yourself permission to go a little crazy, what would you do?
I walk a conflicting path in life. Part of me wants to be impulsive and spontaneous, but the other part of me is the logical / rational part that considers all the ‘what-ifs’ of being impulsive and spontaneous; weighing up all the pros and cons. I’m my own contradiction, and it’s fucking exhausting.
I find that I tend to be more impulsive with Hulk, however he’s the one who usually says ‘No’. But to be fair, I also have my moments of saying no to things as well. I think when I was younger (and single) I was much more impulsive. I was only responsible for myself, and that worked for me.
I remember one of the most impulsive things I did was jump in a car with a mate of mine, and we drove around to pick up a couple of other friends and then went to go check out the Christmas Lights in a particular suburb. Then my friend (who was driving) simply decided to do a roadtrip. It was about 10:30pm and we decided to just go for a drive to Geelong.
Once we got to Geelong, we decided to go to Torquay, and then before we knew it, we were on the Great Ocean Road. It was the middle of the night and after a very, very long drive we found ourselves in Port Campbell. By this stage it was about 3am. I remember that it was cold and foggy. We drove past the Twelve Apostles, and we couldn’t see them because of the fog. We pulled up in Port Campbell for a toilet break, and because nothing was open, we turned around and came home – except we came home the inland way, as it was much quicker.
As we were driving, I remember we pulled over in the middle of nowhere (literally!) just so we could stop and watch the sunrise. We were deep in farming area, so all the ground was vast and flat, and the sunrise put an incredible glow on all the different coloured crops surrounding us. And for the first time the whole trip, everybody was completely silent. It was just a beautiful moment.
Breakfast was at a McDonalds at a service station on the highway back to Melbourne, and not long after that, we approached the outer suburbs of Melbourne. We then hit the morning traffic… (did I forget to mention that it was a weekday? I think it was a Thursday!) which meant dropping everybody off took soooo much longer than we had anticipated. By the time I got back to my place, it was about 10:30am… a full 24hrs after we’d set off on our journey.
I remember getting home, having a shower (and subsequently falling asleep temporarily in the bath under the running water!), then crawling into bed and completely crashing. When I woke up, it was almost midnight. I made myself some 2-minute noodles, checked all the messages on my phone (Sorry, no interest in going out tonight! too exhuasted!) then went back to bed, and slept for another eleven hours. I was wrecked, but it was a fun little adventure.
Now that I’m older, I don’t get to do anything like that anymore. However, my plans of being a bit impulsive have changed somewhat…
For about 18months now, I’ve been slowly building up my frequent flyer points. I realised a while ago that I could get a one-way ticket to L.A. or N.Y. and I’d just have to save up enough cash for accommodation etc, and all I’d need to do is pack a bag and go.
Granted, this was something I’ve decided that I’d do if I ever happened to breakup with my partner. It’s not something that I anticipate happening, but it was something that I brought to his attention last year around my birthday, when I said I would disappear overseas if he tried to throw me a surprise party…. that’s how much I dislike them!!
Now, my recent statement has shown me that I have accrued enough points for a return flight to either London, LA or NY… which I’m LOVING!! It’s not everyday somebody like me has an opportunity to travel overseas on a whim. I’d love to be able to do it, but I’d want to make sure that Hulk can come with me… so it might need some further planning. A holiday in New York… yaaaaasss!!
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If you’re like most of us, you need to earn money by working for a living. Describe your ultimate job. If you’re in your dream job, tell us all about it — what is it that you love? What fulfills you? If you’re not in your dream job, describe for us what your ultimate job would be.
Well, this dream job has changed so many times over the years.
When I was a kid, I wanted to be a Pilot. Then for the next 20 or so years I just wanted to be a dancer. As I got older I thought about working in I.T. but that was soon short lived. I thought about becoming a massage therapist. At the moment I have full-time job, but it doesn’t fulfil me. I am however in the process of looking at potential study of a course which I can do through work, which will give me an internationally recognised certification. That could then take me further study, and potentially a much more interesting kind of role.
Truth be told, I never went to university (college). When I finished high-school I went to TAFE to study I.T. but it became a really boring course as there was no actual challenge to any of the tasks we had to complete. But the worst part was that we weren’t allowed to get ahead of the rest of the class. Granted, I could have quite easily finished the entire course content in about two weeks, but the coordinators said no, as it would be unfair to the others in the class. Instead, I decided to take on a Cert III course as well in I.T. and that was slightly more interesting in concept. However, I became involved in a musical theatre production and missed, all-up, about three months of classes. At the end of the year, I still managed to hand in all my assignments etc all at once, and they refused to accept it for marking – so although I did complete all assessable tasks, and handed them in. They refused to accept and acknowledge it. Bastards. I normally would have fought it to be upheld, but I didn’t because I didn’t know any better so essentially I flunked out of the course. Which is even worse.
But that was so many years ago, and it’s now 2014, and well, let’s face it, I’m 31 and I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. I lack focus and direction. Part of me dreams about becoming a writer, and then being a special guest on shows like Kathy or Chelsea Lately. Or perhaps writing a novel or two. Or becoming a massage therapist. Part of me still wants to go back and study I.T. – but I think that’s only because I see it as unfinished business.
Ideally, I just want to be paid money for doing not very much.
But then I think, maybe it’s the location? Maybe I need to go live somewhere else? Maybe I need to be amongst the hustle and bustle of a place like L.A. or New York perhaps? But in order to do that, one requires a substantial amount of cash to get themselves set up over there, and you can only get cash from a job… and I have a job, it’s just not my ideal job, but hey, it’s paying my bills. So I guess that just gives me more time to dream…
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