Here I am, waiting to board flight 124 to Seoul, Korea. Determined not to travel with Aussie cash, I have attempted to spend every last cent of Australian before leaving Brisbane International.
Well strategised, with 2 cherry ripes, some travel porn (Cleo Magazine) and a sweet mocha. The last thing I thought within my range was a bottle of water. It was $3.70..... I have exactly $3.65.
Aw maaaan, it could've been so perfect. Just five cents more and everything would be right in the world. But alas, $3.65 will travel all of Europe with me now.
Boarding now. Stopover in Seoul tonight. I reckon it might be Suntory time...
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
Born to Cigar Girl
After almost 10 months of unemployment and a lot of time of think about what I should do with my life, I have finally decided on my ultimate profession:
Cigar Girl (between 1930-1955... preferably in New York).
Perks of the job:
1. Fashion. I have never seen a cigar girl outfit from that era that I don't like
2. Porcelain skin and ruby red lips and perfect hair, all of the time
3. Looking perfectly bored and ultimately indifferent whilst getting paid to swan around the hippest nightspots
4. Getting hit on by suave, handsome, successful, unmarried business men
5. Flirting outrageously with said business men and getting outrageously generous tips in return
6. Free cigarettes. Surely you get free ciggies... Right?
Anyhow, here are some awesome pics of awesome cigar girls. Sighhhh.
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I also stumbled upon this curious image whilst trawling the internets for Cigar Girls....
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Hmmmm....
In other news, I leave for Europe in a week to tour with Texas Tea again.
Italy, France and UK ahoy!
It is going to be summer, and it is going to be great. I will, however, be leaving the country with only a couple of hundred dollars in my bank account. Should be interesting.
Updates to come.
Cigar Girl (between 1930-1955... preferably in New York).
Perks of the job:
1. Fashion. I have never seen a cigar girl outfit from that era that I don't like
2. Porcelain skin and ruby red lips and perfect hair, all of the time
3. Looking perfectly bored and ultimately indifferent whilst getting paid to swan around the hippest nightspots
4. Getting hit on by suave, handsome, successful, unmarried business men
5. Flirting outrageously with said business men and getting outrageously generous tips in return
6. Free cigarettes. Surely you get free ciggies... Right?
Anyhow, here are some awesome pics of awesome cigar girls. Sighhhh.
I also stumbled upon this curious image whilst trawling the internets for Cigar Girls....
Hmmmm....
In other news, I leave for Europe in a week to tour with Texas Tea again.
Italy, France and UK ahoy!
It is going to be summer, and it is going to be great. I will, however, be leaving the country with only a couple of hundred dollars in my bank account. Should be interesting.
Updates to come.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Ask, and you shall recieve...
A few people have mentioned recently that they are surprised I have made it this far without getting a job....and to be completely honest, so I am. Most of them have asked how I do it and this got me to wondering. How, actually, do I?
Well, I guess it's a few things. Living simply, spending more time at home, eating less in general, drinking tea instead of booze.
...but, if I am completely honest, this doesn't actually apply in my case. I'm a social juggernaut, I spend virtually no time at home, I eat constantly and I get-my-drink-on like a wayward sailor at port.
So...how am I doing it then???
Well, I think I may have stumbled upon the answer:
I am a scab.
YEPPPP.... a dirty, demanding, downright pathetic, scab.
Scabbing, in my accomplished opinion, is just two steps away from begging. The significant step in between is, of course, busking. And believe me, this option has definitely crossed my mind a couple of times. So luckily, at this point I have managed to avoid the inevitable rock hop into begging and rely on the generosity of friends, family and sometimes near strangers to give me a helping hand. You know who you are...and I'm certain you are probably getting sick of feeding me / buying me drinks / swinging me some lose change for the train / rolling me ANOTHER cigarette*.
Well, to all y'all who have given me such things, I thank you. I thank you from way down in the depths of my desperately empty pockets. You have been good to me, and oh, ummm... can you lend me 5 bucks?
...this is a joke.
....(but if you really want to give me money you can)
Uh oh... is that begging?
*iamstillanonsmoker
Well, I guess it's a few things. Living simply, spending more time at home, eating less in general, drinking tea instead of booze.
...but, if I am completely honest, this doesn't actually apply in my case. I'm a social juggernaut, I spend virtually no time at home, I eat constantly and I get-my-drink-on like a wayward sailor at port.
So...how am I doing it then???
Well, I think I may have stumbled upon the answer:
I am a scab.
YEPPPP.... a dirty, demanding, downright pathetic, scab.
Scabbing, in my accomplished opinion, is just two steps away from begging. The significant step in between is, of course, busking. And believe me, this option has definitely crossed my mind a couple of times. So luckily, at this point I have managed to avoid the inevitable rock hop into begging and rely on the generosity of friends, family and sometimes near strangers to give me a helping hand. You know who you are...and I'm certain you are probably getting sick of feeding me / buying me drinks / swinging me some lose change for the train / rolling me ANOTHER cigarette*.
Well, to all y'all who have given me such things, I thank you. I thank you from way down in the depths of my desperately empty pockets. You have been good to me, and oh, ummm... can you lend me 5 bucks?
...this is a joke.
....(but if you really want to give me money you can)
Uh oh... is that begging?
*iamstillanonsmoker
Friday, April 29, 2011
My Royal Wedding
So with the Royal Wedding officially in progress and in the good spirit of PROCRASTINATION, I thought it an appropriate moment to take some time out from my NEIS study with a little interlude about my favourite thing in the world, The King.
ELVIS PRESLEY.
What a guy...
When I was a child, every Sunday at approximately 1pm, my brother, sister and I would deposit ourselves around the Idiot Box to watch an Elvis film. Sometimes, if we were lucky, we were in for a double feature. Oh the joy!
It really was the only way to truly stop us kids from arguing.
Elvis: The World's Greatest Babysister.
Let it be known, that I was in LOVE (and still am for that matter).
I really thought that I would marry the guy someday. Elvis and I, together forever in harmonious marital bliss. Probably propped on a Ferris Wheel, or double saddle on a palamino, him confessing his dedication to me, all in the wonderfully entertaining format of song. This deep infatuation continued, until one fateful day, probably when I was about 10, when my mother informed me that he was, in fact, DEAD.
I. Was. Devastated.
What about my our wedding day? Who would serenade me now?
...not Elvis, it seemed.
What is it about The King that has capured the hearts of men and women alike from every race and creed known?
Was it his smouldering good looks?
His melt-your-heart vocal delivery?
His killer karate chops?
His sparkling white jumpsuit?
His comedic genius?
His inspried pelvis?
Well, they were all good.....but I vote pelvis.
He really was so very special.
The 60's was my favourite era. Those movies have fascinated and inspired me to this day and I am still on the eternal artistic expedition to write a song that Elvis would sing in one of his films.
I have tried many times.
Yes.
Elvis.
What a guy...
Below is a link to my favourite scene ever from an Elvis film. Something weird happens to my brain when I watch this. I can't explain it. If you look closely, you can almost see Ann Margret's ovaries spewing out eggs in King Presley's general direction. Who could blame her, really?...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qiJ7uQfogKA
ELVIS PRESLEY.
What a guy...
When I was a child, every Sunday at approximately 1pm, my brother, sister and I would deposit ourselves around the Idiot Box to watch an Elvis film. Sometimes, if we were lucky, we were in for a double feature. Oh the joy!
It really was the only way to truly stop us kids from arguing.
Elvis: The World's Greatest Babysister.
Let it be known, that I was in LOVE (and still am for that matter).
I really thought that I would marry the guy someday. Elvis and I, together forever in harmonious marital bliss. Probably propped on a Ferris Wheel, or double saddle on a palamino, him confessing his dedication to me, all in the wonderfully entertaining format of song. This deep infatuation continued, until one fateful day, probably when I was about 10, when my mother informed me that he was, in fact, DEAD.
I. Was. Devastated.
What about my our wedding day? Who would serenade me now?
...not Elvis, it seemed.
What is it about The King that has capured the hearts of men and women alike from every race and creed known?
Was it his smouldering good looks?
His melt-your-heart vocal delivery?
His killer karate chops?
His sparkling white jumpsuit?
His comedic genius?
His inspried pelvis?
Well, they were all good.....but I vote pelvis.
He really was so very special.
The 60's was my favourite era. Those movies have fascinated and inspired me to this day and I am still on the eternal artistic expedition to write a song that Elvis would sing in one of his films.
I have tried many times.
Yes.
Elvis.
What a guy...
Below is a link to my favourite scene ever from an Elvis film. Something weird happens to my brain when I watch this. I can't explain it. If you look closely, you can almost see Ann Margret's ovaries spewing out eggs in King Presley's general direction. Who could blame her, really?...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qiJ7uQfogKA
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
KateInc
Today I started the NEIS program (a government run project to help people start up their own businesses). It's basically a grant system which provides you with a fortnightly retainer for a year while you are trying to become self-employed. I managed to get onto this course, only by the skin of my teeth, after insisting that my business (the business of Being Kate, that is) was simply perfect for the project. They eventually agreed to let me be involved, probably after realising that I would most certainly continue to badger them until they gave in.
So, after a liver challenging weekend past in Melbourne and an over enthusiastic late night catch up with friends upon my return last night, I awoke with that familiar old feeling of too-much-booze-too-little-sleep. I sported a intense and enduring thousand mile stare for most of the morning session which, I hope, could have been mistaken for deep concentration.
I really hope I haven't missed anything largely important. Surely it's all formalities on days like this?
Hmmmm...
The ideas for businesses were balls-out, hearts-on-sleeve and wide-eyed. I share the class with a hypnotist, a yacht maker and a couple of fairies (the kind of child entertainment), amongst others. My business was different to most. When it was my turn to speak, I explained that my business was essentially 'Just Kate' and that my favourite business titles so far are KateInc or xKateOrDiex.
I think most of the other participants think I am slightly mad, and perhaps they are correct....perhaps.
So, after a liver challenging weekend past in Melbourne and an over enthusiastic late night catch up with friends upon my return last night, I awoke with that familiar old feeling of too-much-booze-too-little-sleep. I sported a intense and enduring thousand mile stare for most of the morning session which, I hope, could have been mistaken for deep concentration.
I really hope I haven't missed anything largely important. Surely it's all formalities on days like this?
Hmmmm...
The ideas for businesses were balls-out, hearts-on-sleeve and wide-eyed. I share the class with a hypnotist, a yacht maker and a couple of fairies (the kind of child entertainment), amongst others. My business was different to most. When it was my turn to speak, I explained that my business was essentially 'Just Kate' and that my favourite business titles so far are KateInc or xKateOrDiex.
I think most of the other participants think I am slightly mad, and perhaps they are correct....perhaps.
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