The question today is: How old is too old?
I’m almost 20, how many years backward and forward am I allowed to look at when I’m looking for a date?
Am I allowed to date a 15 year old? Am I allowed to date a 34 year old?
What’s right and what’s wrong?
I’ve seen some hot people in school uniforms (college age), is that too young now that I’ve been out of school for 2 years?
The reason I ask is that when I went on the naked photoshoot a few weeks ago, I met a guy who took a liking to me and we’ve since gone out for drinks and talked for a few hours about life. We had another meeting today, where we talked some more and just enjoyed each other’s company. The issue is that he’s turning 34 this year, while I’m only turning 20 so it may be a bit too old for me. That’s a 14 year age gap.
It doesn’t seem like that much when we’re together, we chat about things, he’s very knowledgeable so you can tell he’s been to university and has had some life experience but we’re honest with each other and have fun just chatting and drinking flash beer.
Before the naked photoshoot, I was quite afraid of men. They’ve always been intimidating to me, I constantly worried about their intentions and worried they would want to have sex with me or act violently towards me, maybe even rape me but after the photoshoot, I felt comfortable around men.
I guess being naked takes away all barriers, it was so liberating, I felt free but I also felt like, although my whole body was on show, no one was looking at me, no one was taking any notice of my nakedness, they just ignored it like it wasn’t there, just like I mostly ignored theirs.
It wasn’t a turn on either, I kind of expected it to be but it was just like being around a bunch of clothed people. It helped that there were not a lot of attractive people in the group, they were mostly old and/or overweight. Some of them had been naked for so long, gravity had taken hold of all their parts and dragged them down.
So it wasn’t a great sight but it was interesting.
I think this guy and I can be more open with each other because we’ve seen each other naked, so in theory, we have nothing to hide and there’s no awkwardness about many things, sex being one of them. We can openly talk about sex and it would probably be easy to have sex together because the scariness of your partner seeing you naked for the first time, is removed.
Also, note to self: Do not sunbathe naked for 4 hours on a 30 degree day after only applying sunscreen once. VERY VERY bad burns result.
V.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Thursday, February 10, 2011
A Day in the Life of Me
It’s funny how humans are creatures of habit. Every day I do the exact same thing.
I know I’ve written a similar blog about this kind of thing before but I guess this one is also kind of “A Day in the Life of Me”.
So, every morning I wake up at what my alarm says is 6:30am but is actually more like 6:20am or slightly earlier because I keep my alarm clock running 10 minutes fast.
I roll around for a while and say “nughghgh, it can’t be time to wake up already” then I stay in bed till it’s about 6:40am just listening to ZM’s Morning Crew for a few minutes before going to have a shower.
I pee then have my shower (also a routine, eg: I wash my body in the same order every day with the same body wash) for 10 minutes then I get out, dry myself, walk back to my room and slip back into bed so I don’t get cold.
I continue to listen to The Crew while I’m getting dressed into my work clothes. When I’m dressed, I go out into the lounge and turn on the computer, it is now 6:57am in real time.
I check Hotmail first to see if anyone cares enough to email me, then I check Facebook and sometimes Twitter if I get time.
By this time, it’s usually about 7:20 so I brush my teeth, make sure my bag is packed with some healthy snacks and a good book then I get in my car, listening to the same CD most days (or my Ipod before it broke) and drive to the Trentham railway station.
I park in the same place at the railway station as I do every day and sit at the there for a few minutes listening to music until 7:37am and then I take out my car stereo and put it in my bag, then grab my bags and go to the platform.
At 7:44am, the train comes (sometimes it’s a little bit later but never earlier) and I get on and read my book till we get to Wellington.
At Wellington I put my book in my bag and get off the train. I sometimes walk to New World and buy a danish if I’m hungry, otherwise I walk out of the station and up the hill to work.
When I get to work, I go up to the 3rd floor in the lift and walk to my desk, turn on the computer and read the Dominion Post for about an hour.
It’s now about 9:30/10am and I check my emails and respond to anything that needs responding to. I then make coffee or have a glass of cold water and a No-Doz caffeine pill so I’m awake for the day.
I then have a briefing with my boss who tells me what to do for the day and I do it, only stopping to check Hotmail, Facebook and Stuff a few times during the day.
At 12pm I have lunch, which is usually a sandwich from New World’s deli, which they allow you to choose 4 salad ingredients and one spread. Usually, being a creature of habit, I have cheese, lettuce, tomato and sprouts with honey mustard sauce on multi-grain bread.
Sometimes I’ll also have a raspberry cream bun as well, if I’m feeling like something sweet.
I eat in the little memorial garden beside work, it’s very pretty and is great for sitting in to get out of the office for a while.
I do more work in the afternoon, at some point going to the bathroom because I drink too many glasses of water during the day (using the same toilet every time of course) until 4:55 when I turn off my computer, go down the lift and walk down the hill to the railway station to catch the 5:12pm train.
The train gets back to Trentham at about 5:45-5:55ish and I drive my car home from the station.
At home, I say hi to mum, cuddle each of my cats and turn on the computer.
I check Hotmail, then Facebook then watch a little TV or make dinner.
After dinner, I stay on the computer, watch some TV and upload my photo of the day, which I took at some point during the day.
I go to bed at 9:30-10pm after putting on my pajamas and brushing my teeth.
Are you a creature of habit or do you like to change things up a bit?
V.
I know I’ve written a similar blog about this kind of thing before but I guess this one is also kind of “A Day in the Life of Me”.
So, every morning I wake up at what my alarm says is 6:30am but is actually more like 6:20am or slightly earlier because I keep my alarm clock running 10 minutes fast.
I roll around for a while and say “nughghgh, it can’t be time to wake up already” then I stay in bed till it’s about 6:40am just listening to ZM’s Morning Crew for a few minutes before going to have a shower.
I pee then have my shower (also a routine, eg: I wash my body in the same order every day with the same body wash) for 10 minutes then I get out, dry myself, walk back to my room and slip back into bed so I don’t get cold.
I continue to listen to The Crew while I’m getting dressed into my work clothes. When I’m dressed, I go out into the lounge and turn on the computer, it is now 6:57am in real time.
I check Hotmail first to see if anyone cares enough to email me, then I check Facebook and sometimes Twitter if I get time.
By this time, it’s usually about 7:20 so I brush my teeth, make sure my bag is packed with some healthy snacks and a good book then I get in my car, listening to the same CD most days (or my Ipod before it broke) and drive to the Trentham railway station.
I park in the same place at the railway station as I do every day and sit at the there for a few minutes listening to music until 7:37am and then I take out my car stereo and put it in my bag, then grab my bags and go to the platform.
At 7:44am, the train comes (sometimes it’s a little bit later but never earlier) and I get on and read my book till we get to Wellington.
At Wellington I put my book in my bag and get off the train. I sometimes walk to New World and buy a danish if I’m hungry, otherwise I walk out of the station and up the hill to work.
When I get to work, I go up to the 3rd floor in the lift and walk to my desk, turn on the computer and read the Dominion Post for about an hour.
It’s now about 9:30/10am and I check my emails and respond to anything that needs responding to. I then make coffee or have a glass of cold water and a No-Doz caffeine pill so I’m awake for the day.
I then have a briefing with my boss who tells me what to do for the day and I do it, only stopping to check Hotmail, Facebook and Stuff a few times during the day.
At 12pm I have lunch, which is usually a sandwich from New World’s deli, which they allow you to choose 4 salad ingredients and one spread. Usually, being a creature of habit, I have cheese, lettuce, tomato and sprouts with honey mustard sauce on multi-grain bread.
Sometimes I’ll also have a raspberry cream bun as well, if I’m feeling like something sweet.
I eat in the little memorial garden beside work, it’s very pretty and is great for sitting in to get out of the office for a while.
I do more work in the afternoon, at some point going to the bathroom because I drink too many glasses of water during the day (using the same toilet every time of course) until 4:55 when I turn off my computer, go down the lift and walk down the hill to the railway station to catch the 5:12pm train.
The train gets back to Trentham at about 5:45-5:55ish and I drive my car home from the station.
At home, I say hi to mum, cuddle each of my cats and turn on the computer.
I check Hotmail, then Facebook then watch a little TV or make dinner.
After dinner, I stay on the computer, watch some TV and upload my photo of the day, which I took at some point during the day.
I go to bed at 9:30-10pm after putting on my pajamas and brushing my teeth.
Are you a creature of habit or do you like to change things up a bit?
V.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
People who inspire
Hey,
I've talked a lot lately about things that annoy me but not everything annoys me.
Tonight I went to a BBQ and saw my favourite person I've ever worked with (at a proper job, not at Journalism school coz there were people I loved working with there too.)
I wasn't expecting him to be there and he wasn't expecting me to be there but we were.
This man was incredible, is incredible.
To understand how incredible this man is, you first have to understand that I HATED my job.
The extent to which I hated my job was that every day I had a headache and the nerves and stress made me feel sick to my stomach most days. In the morning I didn't want to wake up but I FORCED myself to drag myself out of bed every day and go to work EARLY because I was always so behind (not entirely my fault).
I worked at a daily paper and that meant daily deadlines and that meant stress beyond stress.
So anyway, this colleague of mine only worked three days a week at the time (he now works every day, lucky bastards who still work there get extra time with him), Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.
So, needless to say, those three days of the week were the days when I could easily get out of bed. Just the thought of him being at work made me almost jump out of bed and rush to work.
Well, that last part was a little bit of a hyperbole but when I was thinking at 6am "why meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee", he would pop into my head and I'd feel more like going to work rather than just having a day off.
Because of this man, I almost didn't leave the job I had, despite the fact I was stressed, sick, totally unhappy and lonely, just because the thought of not seeing him every day (for three days a week), broke my heart and made me feel sad.
I'm not sure what it was about this man. It wasn't a crush because he's much, much older than me, so it's nothing sexual or lovey dovey but maybe it was just his personality, he always made me smile (or even laugh), he always took the time to just sit at my desk and talk to me (despite the fact we both always had looming deadlines), we could joke around and it just felt good.
Tonight was just like old times, we talked for a while about old times, how things had changed at the paper in just six months I'd been gone and we joked about things we used to joke about, such as the fact we believed he'd been around since basically before the dinosaurs. In fact, we believed he probably invented the dinosaurs. Which, I guess is only funny if you know the atmosphere of my former newsroom and the humour that happened within those walls.
I miss him so much. When I was talking to someone tonight about him later on, I began to feel quite emotional when I explained that I almost stayed in the job I hated just so I could still see this man and I wouldn't hesitate to go back to that job, just because he's there.
I learnt so much from him. Not only was he a fun guy, he was also one of the most amazing writers I've ever come across in Journalism.
Some people, when they write news, they just report the facts, plain, simple and straight as a ruler but not this man. This man wrote with a flair, so often lacking in Journalism. He really told a story, as well as using the facts. It was really quite incredible to read and I wish I had time to learn more and read more of his work.
I actually wrote him a letter when I left, just because I needed to honestly tell him how I felt. He really appreciated it too. He's a total legend, and I'm not just saying that because I adore him, it's true, everyone knows him around town, he's lived 'round there most of his life so he's really well known and loved by everyone who has met him.
So, sometimes people change your life, at times when you least expect it.
I've also had a favourite teacher at every school I've ever been to (which is quite a few) and I'm sure this will continue in years to come, a favourite lecturer at university, a favourite colleague at any job I have.
Some people are just incredible, so much so, you just feel the need to tell the world and tell them, exactly how you feel about that person.
I often hear older people talk about the people who changed their lives, the legends and why they were so legendary and I know that I'll talk about this man when I'm an old reporter or just an older person in general. Some people are unforgettable and he's one of them. The day he passes away will be an extremely sad one, not just for me but for everyone who knows him and for anyone who reads the newspaper because as someone I interviewed once said "If I could have one wish, it would be to write like him."
And that, my friends, is a HUGE compliment. That style, class and flair is unbeaten.
V.
I've talked a lot lately about things that annoy me but not everything annoys me.
Tonight I went to a BBQ and saw my favourite person I've ever worked with (at a proper job, not at Journalism school coz there were people I loved working with there too.)
I wasn't expecting him to be there and he wasn't expecting me to be there but we were.
This man was incredible, is incredible.
To understand how incredible this man is, you first have to understand that I HATED my job.
The extent to which I hated my job was that every day I had a headache and the nerves and stress made me feel sick to my stomach most days. In the morning I didn't want to wake up but I FORCED myself to drag myself out of bed every day and go to work EARLY because I was always so behind (not entirely my fault).
I worked at a daily paper and that meant daily deadlines and that meant stress beyond stress.
So anyway, this colleague of mine only worked three days a week at the time (he now works every day, lucky bastards who still work there get extra time with him), Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.
So, needless to say, those three days of the week were the days when I could easily get out of bed. Just the thought of him being at work made me almost jump out of bed and rush to work.
Well, that last part was a little bit of a hyperbole but when I was thinking at 6am "why meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee", he would pop into my head and I'd feel more like going to work rather than just having a day off.
Because of this man, I almost didn't leave the job I had, despite the fact I was stressed, sick, totally unhappy and lonely, just because the thought of not seeing him every day (for three days a week), broke my heart and made me feel sad.
I'm not sure what it was about this man. It wasn't a crush because he's much, much older than me, so it's nothing sexual or lovey dovey but maybe it was just his personality, he always made me smile (or even laugh), he always took the time to just sit at my desk and talk to me (despite the fact we both always had looming deadlines), we could joke around and it just felt good.
Tonight was just like old times, we talked for a while about old times, how things had changed at the paper in just six months I'd been gone and we joked about things we used to joke about, such as the fact we believed he'd been around since basically before the dinosaurs. In fact, we believed he probably invented the dinosaurs. Which, I guess is only funny if you know the atmosphere of my former newsroom and the humour that happened within those walls.
I miss him so much. When I was talking to someone tonight about him later on, I began to feel quite emotional when I explained that I almost stayed in the job I hated just so I could still see this man and I wouldn't hesitate to go back to that job, just because he's there.
I learnt so much from him. Not only was he a fun guy, he was also one of the most amazing writers I've ever come across in Journalism.
Some people, when they write news, they just report the facts, plain, simple and straight as a ruler but not this man. This man wrote with a flair, so often lacking in Journalism. He really told a story, as well as using the facts. It was really quite incredible to read and I wish I had time to learn more and read more of his work.
I actually wrote him a letter when I left, just because I needed to honestly tell him how I felt. He really appreciated it too. He's a total legend, and I'm not just saying that because I adore him, it's true, everyone knows him around town, he's lived 'round there most of his life so he's really well known and loved by everyone who has met him.
So, sometimes people change your life, at times when you least expect it.
I've also had a favourite teacher at every school I've ever been to (which is quite a few) and I'm sure this will continue in years to come, a favourite lecturer at university, a favourite colleague at any job I have.
Some people are just incredible, so much so, you just feel the need to tell the world and tell them, exactly how you feel about that person.
I often hear older people talk about the people who changed their lives, the legends and why they were so legendary and I know that I'll talk about this man when I'm an old reporter or just an older person in general. Some people are unforgettable and he's one of them. The day he passes away will be an extremely sad one, not just for me but for everyone who knows him and for anyone who reads the newspaper because as someone I interviewed once said "If I could have one wish, it would be to write like him."
And that, my friends, is a HUGE compliment. That style, class and flair is unbeaten.
V.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Some things that annoy me
My mum will be so disappointed, TV3 political editor Duncan Garner is getting married.
At my Journalism graduation dinner (at which Duncan spoke), mum flirted with Duncan and every time she sees him on TV she gets very excited and says “Hi Duncan!” but now he is engaged.
I guess I was surprised that he wasn’t married but now I know, it’s not much of a surprise. A disappointment I guess but not a surprise, he’s good looking, talented and very very funny, even when talking about politics.
I also found out, in the same story, he has two daughters to another TV 3 reporter, who’s name I can’t spell and has another son with his fiancé.
I wish Duncan all the best, he deserves happiness.
Speaking of names I can’t spell, (checks Google for correct spelling) Wellington entrepreneur (is that what he is?) Terry Serepisos is a sleazebag.
I have always held this opinion but today it was clearer than ever when his sleazy smile graced the back page of the Dominion Post. And why shouldn’t he be smiling really? With his arms full with not just one but THREE, say it again Sam, THREE beautiful ladies.
Sleazebag alert.
This, of course, is not the only example of him being a sleaze but it’s certainly one example. I don’t trust him as far as I could throw him.
Next on the list of things/people that annoy me, I was walking up the hill to work this morning and a lady walking in front of me was smoking.
I can’t say I’ve never smoked a cigarette and I don’t deny I crave the feeling of smoke in my lungs fairly often but being behind this woman, being smoked out by her cigarette was disgusting.
I often find it hard enough to walk up that hill, fuck knows I am just not fit enough but having to be down wind of a smoker, having to inhale her disgusting second hand smoke, made me feel like I couldn’t breathe.
Even an hour later, I’m still just getting my breath back.
So, I think smoking in public should not be allowed. It’s okay if you’re out in the open air with no one else around but in a crowded street, that’s just WRONG.
What choice did I have in the matter?
If I want to kill myself with cigarette smoke, over consumption of sugar (now a thing of the past because of a diet), caffeine or alcohol, that, my friends, is my choice, I don’t appreciate having the choice forced upon me when maybe, I don’t feel like dying today.
And last but not least, another thing that annoys me is ads that have no purpose. Today, in the Herald newspaper (I have to read the Dom and the Herald every morning for work but I still enjoy them), there was a full page ad that was a picture of a house and just said something about broadband. It didn’t say which company could give me better, faster, cheaper broadband, it didn’t say jack shit actually, it was just a waste of a whole page in the paper, which could have had something beneficial to my life on it but no.
I mean, what if there’s some sort of allergen in the tomato I eat for lunch and now I don’t know because the newspaper didn’t have enough space to tell me.
Another one of these ads was on a bus stop a few days ago, they took it down sometime between 8am and 5pm yesterday but till then, it was there.
It was a blank, white page with a huge red button in the middle that said “PUSH”, so I walked past it the first time and thought “that’s odd” and then the next day, I walked past and decided to push it.
When I did, a little tune came out for 5 seconds or so and that was it.
What in the WORLD was the purpose of that?
I pushed it again and the same thing happened, I think I just pushed it again because I was so disbelieving that there was a button, ON A BUS STOP, that you could push and it would play a little tune.
But that didn’t help me to understand the point either.
So, I’m still wondering what it was all about.
There are also TV ads where you sit through, what seems like 10 minutes (and is actually closer to 30 seconds/ one minute), of weird weird, cryptic jibber jabber before they finally tell you what company the ad is for or what they’re aiming at by telling you all this crap.
That’s all.
By the way, my horoscopes have still been correct a lot lately.
V.
At my Journalism graduation dinner (at which Duncan spoke), mum flirted with Duncan and every time she sees him on TV she gets very excited and says “Hi Duncan!” but now he is engaged.
I guess I was surprised that he wasn’t married but now I know, it’s not much of a surprise. A disappointment I guess but not a surprise, he’s good looking, talented and very very funny, even when talking about politics.
I also found out, in the same story, he has two daughters to another TV 3 reporter, who’s name I can’t spell and has another son with his fiancé.
I wish Duncan all the best, he deserves happiness.
Speaking of names I can’t spell, (checks Google for correct spelling) Wellington entrepreneur (is that what he is?) Terry Serepisos is a sleazebag.
I have always held this opinion but today it was clearer than ever when his sleazy smile graced the back page of the Dominion Post. And why shouldn’t he be smiling really? With his arms full with not just one but THREE, say it again Sam, THREE beautiful ladies.
Sleazebag alert.
This, of course, is not the only example of him being a sleaze but it’s certainly one example. I don’t trust him as far as I could throw him.
Next on the list of things/people that annoy me, I was walking up the hill to work this morning and a lady walking in front of me was smoking.
I can’t say I’ve never smoked a cigarette and I don’t deny I crave the feeling of smoke in my lungs fairly often but being behind this woman, being smoked out by her cigarette was disgusting.
I often find it hard enough to walk up that hill, fuck knows I am just not fit enough but having to be down wind of a smoker, having to inhale her disgusting second hand smoke, made me feel like I couldn’t breathe.
Even an hour later, I’m still just getting my breath back.
So, I think smoking in public should not be allowed. It’s okay if you’re out in the open air with no one else around but in a crowded street, that’s just WRONG.
What choice did I have in the matter?
If I want to kill myself with cigarette smoke, over consumption of sugar (now a thing of the past because of a diet), caffeine or alcohol, that, my friends, is my choice, I don’t appreciate having the choice forced upon me when maybe, I don’t feel like dying today.
And last but not least, another thing that annoys me is ads that have no purpose. Today, in the Herald newspaper (I have to read the Dom and the Herald every morning for work but I still enjoy them), there was a full page ad that was a picture of a house and just said something about broadband. It didn’t say which company could give me better, faster, cheaper broadband, it didn’t say jack shit actually, it was just a waste of a whole page in the paper, which could have had something beneficial to my life on it but no.
I mean, what if there’s some sort of allergen in the tomato I eat for lunch and now I don’t know because the newspaper didn’t have enough space to tell me.
Another one of these ads was on a bus stop a few days ago, they took it down sometime between 8am and 5pm yesterday but till then, it was there.
It was a blank, white page with a huge red button in the middle that said “PUSH”, so I walked past it the first time and thought “that’s odd” and then the next day, I walked past and decided to push it.
When I did, a little tune came out for 5 seconds or so and that was it.
What in the WORLD was the purpose of that?
I pushed it again and the same thing happened, I think I just pushed it again because I was so disbelieving that there was a button, ON A BUS STOP, that you could push and it would play a little tune.
But that didn’t help me to understand the point either.
So, I’m still wondering what it was all about.
There are also TV ads where you sit through, what seems like 10 minutes (and is actually closer to 30 seconds/ one minute), of weird weird, cryptic jibber jabber before they finally tell you what company the ad is for or what they’re aiming at by telling you all this crap.
That’s all.
By the way, my horoscopes have still been correct a lot lately.
V.
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