Wednesday 28 April 2010

Wieners and Balls

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"A high-brow is someone who looks at a sausage and thinks of Picasso."

Tis' the season to be .. barbecuing and volleyballing! You are most welcomed, Spring.

Saturday morning saw a few comatosed faces; party aftermath. Need greasy hangover food.. now!


"Shrimp on the barbie!"

... and here, exacerbating my bruised knees with volleyball. Seriously heart playing sport in Darmstadt.

Not having played volleyball in yonks, having black leg joints, and in addition to my lack of bodily coordination, I didn't suck that bad!

Carnivorous volleyball, win or be eaten.

Sundays are the best. Usually my neighbours and roomies all hang out together. By hang out, we mean loiter around in Stefan's room and annoy him when clearly he yearns to sleep his life away. This Sunday though, Jakob invited a few of his friends around and we enjoyed a nice BBQ out on the lawn. And how German is this.. 12pm pre-drinks!

My best ... German... impression. Politically incorrect.

Wieners, salad, beer followed by night-time shisha - the joys of life.


Dancing is my number one love. That was my first goal as a child. I would love to do stage, maybe do Chicago. I love being in front of an audience. It's so stimulating. I also love to barbecue.


Tuesday 27 April 2010

What Fart? Party Mexican... TO EGG!

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Direct Translation of: Que Pedo? Fiesta Mexican... A HUEVO!
The less literal translation of: What's up? Mexican Party... F**K YES!

COME JOIN DARMSTADT'S PARTY OF APRIL 2010

“Hallo Leute!!!

Well, since last semester's party was a huge success and acceptance according to our statistics, we think it's right about time to let chaos take control of the humble place we live in... plus, there are no exams (that means, no excuses ;)), classes are just starting, so there's plenty of party spirit and little desire to study and it's a great way to show our recently unpacked mexican "compadres" how people have fun here...

So, we'll be taking care of the "alcoholic issues" for a while... As always, this is an open invitation so if you wanna bring people that you know can behave even under the influence of alcohol, feel more than free do so. - FYI: this is a theme party, so bring any green, white or red outfit (can be a t-shirt, jeans, or both if you want to) you have. See you guys around!!!

CON HUEVOS!!!”


Everybody get your sombreros, ponchos and tacos on and jump up let’s get crazy! Undoubtedly the most anticipated party in my humble town here in Germany. So much so that conversations here merely consisted of “Hey, how are you?” “Great! See you at the Mexican Party?” “Yep! See you then!” ...Literally.

My authentic Mexican friend Andor (I’m not too sure why I chucked the word authentic as an adjective in there, but it completely made sense at the time) and I decided to go on a hunt for Mexican paraphernalia to pacify ourselves after a torturous German class that Friday afternoon. And well, how could you not get sidetracked and run amuck in a party shop like this one?


Because we CAN!

So after about an hour of trying on every wig and costume the store had, I left with a showbag consisting of red, green and white of body paint, fabric paint, streamers and gummy bears – whadddddup! And seriously, just look at how amazing us girls looked.

Costume Party! ... for us anyway...

After a tantalizing stir-fry dinner at Rosa’s place and completing our outfits, we thought it’d be time to show our faces. Being fashionably late didn’t quite work out this time round, as our grand entranced was just ambushed by the sheer number of people who had decided to rock up – my God! Despite having very little floor area to work with, we fist pumped our way through and, lets not lie, the party don’t start til (..we) walk in!



We like to party, we like - we like to party!

The crowd was insane. There were just leute (people, by the way) everywhere! Meny’s apartment was big but not that big, and soon, it became a little chaotic and pushing and shoving started to occur. For about a period of 30 seconds, the pushing had become so crazed that I couldn’t even breathe. Frantically looking around for someone or something that could help me out, I found it in the form of an open window. And that’s when it happened. The tale of how a window kicked my ass.

Taking one step up onto the window ledge and hoisting myself up, I was already smelling success of escape. Perhaps I had prematurely celebrated because as soon as I inched forward, my foot slipped out forward and I had landed in a splattered mess out onto a crowded balcony where people had been innocently enjoying their drinks. Token drunk bitch. I picked myself off the ground, did one of those really awkward laughs and limped over to a chair and slumped into a mortified heap. Ahhh sheisse, so much for first impressions.


No more "on your knees" jokes!

After having several people come up to me and check on my status, I decided to go back inside (via a door) in bloodied jeans - which completely negated all that humiliation in the end come to think of it. God show Mercy! I started to feel the pushing again, but this time it was coupled with a chant of “TABLAS! TABLAS! TABLAS! TABLAS!”

Looking up over the crowd to see what was going on, I saw two large planks of wood descending the stairs. Roberta and I weaved ourselves through the crowd to the front and managed to secure the first two of these rounds - and it so made up for all that dignity lost!



I just don’t know how to really put this party into words. The night was just filled with dancing, chanting, singing, hugging, and most importantly (pap–paparazzi!) party pics! It was so good that Steph and I didn’t even want to leave (we live at the same student residence) but ever so reluctantly we managed to drag our asses out and catch the bus home at around 6am in the wee hours of the morning.

"Mexican by naturalisation"

E. P. I. C.

My favourite picture of Luchador Burelo

Monday 26 April 2010

Hump Day

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An American English idiom for Wednesday, the middle of the week, implying that you have to get "over the hump" before you can anticipate the weekend. The term was not originally intended to carry a second, more risque meaning.

What is Switching Tables? It is a three course dish which takes place in three flats. You prepare one dish together with your partner in your flat for two other teams, either starters, main or dessert. The general gist of it is to get to know new students, existing students and other university students around a good meal. To take place: Wednesday 21st April 2010.

Whether it's Australians being lazy Australians, Steph and I missed registration date and so no switching tables for us.. oops.

Instead, a small group of us congregated to Steph's apartment where she held her own version of switching tables. We got to indulge in some German maultaschen (delicious jumbo sized raviolis), salad and red wine - a pretty good alternative I must say.

Maultaschens are God's gift to Germans

Dinner scoffed, we started getting ready for Stella and student night.. it's party time people! No humps for us today!

Could it really just be Australians being Australians again, but 11:00pm is a good time to go out, right?

WRONG! We walked into to the club where everyone was going to meet. Uhm, actually, we walked into an empty club where the dance floor was still rugged and couched. Does Europe just simply fail to understand that humans are not nocturnal creatures?!

After returning from a lets-kill-time adventure to the ATM, we came back and luckily some people had started to arrive. We made idle talk with some acquaintances for about an hour before everyone started filing in. Once the place was jam-packed, and you could barely move, nor catch a gasp of fresh air.. it was such a fun night!

Some mother f**kers think they're born to dance!

Oh and, in case I haven't told you all, I'm slowly decreasing my alcohol intake and totally succeeding! I only had a couple of drinks that night which is a pretty major achievement seeing as I can drink (.. or skull) booze like water until I just get sloozy and cab myself home. Snaps for Cat!

Just dance - gonna be okay!

The next day, despite massive sleep deprivation, I made it out at night again to a BBQ with Stefan, Clara and their friends out in woop woop which was really nice. There was a battle between the girls and guys on what to watch on t.v at prime time - Germany's Next Top Model or a Soccer Match? The guys won, quite devastating.. but the worst part was that they didn't even keenly watch it (as us girls would've done with Top Model!). Boo!


Some of the very few photos I took - I'm getting lazy with my camera guys! No!

As a few Mexicans had arrived early for tomorrows epic party, the existing Mexicans decided to take them out. I left the BBQ slightly early (early being like.. 11pm remember) and made it out to An Sibin to meet them for karaoke night again, woo! Karaoke night is always great. There's nothing like singing to the Backstreet Boys on a Thursday night and having people call you and the other Aussie "Outback Girls". Because, you know, we all live in the outback there down under..

Oh speaking of, I saw this poster a friend had up on his apartment wall and thought it was just legendary:

"When the Prime Minister of Australia said that the country was full, even the kangaroos had a laugh".

Sunday 25 April 2010

I Don't Cook. I Assassinate Food.

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"I use a smoke alarm as a timer."

Having mexican friends has more benefits than one could imagine. For example, por ejemplo, zum Biespiel: How to make ridiculously awesome tortillas.

Tuesday night, I decided to cook for my roomies and the girls next door after learning from a Mexican amigo of mine. Now usually, this in itself is a recipe for disaster, but I was determined execute such plan.

Once all shopped out at Aldi, I began my mix. A little too watery to begin with, but with another half a bag of flour - perfecto! I chopped up four large steak pieces and prepared everything for the pan. The most fun part of it all was actually turning the little dough balls into flat pancake-looking kids. How? I placed them between grease-proof paper, place it on the ground, placed a wooden cutting board over them and jumped for joy.

Please see photo below for show of good little balls of to-be deliciousness.

Andele, andele!

With a little help from Clara, the meat was cooked, the tortillas fried and the table set - inclusive of three different types of sauces, shredded cheese and salads. I didn't burn down the kitchen, and satisfied 6 stomachs. Let us all join in in singing praise to the Lord!

My cooking skills are super cool!!!!!

Monday's Hairbutch

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"The hair is the richest ornament of women." - Martin Luther

I'm not too sure whether you guys know, but I've been trying to grow my hair long and thick since taking out my hair extensions - a tedious two and a bit years of waiting for some lengthy, luscious, Pantene Pro-V locks. As most of you probably saw via facebook, all that anticipation only to have it
butchered by a german friseur.

How to Destroy Someone's Hair 101

"So, what would you like done to your hair today?"
Great! She speaks english.
"Can I get a trim and just a tidy-up of my layers today? I don't want much off, I'm trying to grow my hair long".
"No worries! I'm just gonna get someone else to help you out today".

As I was getting my hair makeover, I drew out my Dr Phil book on Creating Your Life from the Inside Out and got completely engrossed in it. How cool am I?

"Now is the time to stop asking 'What if?' and truly make things happen". What a wise man.

About 20 minutes later, I hear the hairdresser say "Okay fertig".
Translation: Okay, done.

Lady grabs a mirror and places it behind my head.

OH. MY. GOD.

Literally, my hair was cut so that there was ONE layer ending about jaw length, and then another layer ending just under armpit length. They were blunt, clean, square layers.. or should I say, layer.

"Uhm, could you maybe blend the layers a bit more?"
"Ja, okay okay".

Snip snip snippity snip.

"Okay, fertig!"
Lady grabs a mirror and places it behind my head.

OH. MY. EFFING. GOD.

I now had TWO layers, one up to about ear length, the previous one at jaw length and the bottom one.

"Uhm, I don't know how to really explain it better.. I'm after gradual layers.. do you speak english?"
"Nein, nur ein Bisschen".
.. Great.
".. Could you maybe get someone who can speak English please?"
"Ja, okay okay".

Out comes the lady who I spoke to first off. Her face, I kid you not, was probably in more shock than mine had been. Basically, she took a look at my hair and her jaw literally dropped. Without saying much to me, she ushered away the other lady, took out her own scissors and started snipping at my hair some more. Now, when you cut hair, obviously the hair gets shorter and shorter. By the time she had finished, yes the layers were more blended in, but literally, the top hairs are now a fingers-length. Did someone say mullet? Mm, yeah. About 20 people or so.

Box-fringed Dork

I have had two haircuts in one.
I have involuntary short hair.
I have a 'stylish' mullet.
I have a box fringe.

Dude, I have horrible luck, that's what I have.

Friday 23 April 2010

I Am With Life

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Leute!

Extreeemely sorry about massive lack of posting but Darmstadt is just so frickin exciting right now, I just can't contain myself!

I will get onto this blogging thing during the weekend (hopefully) about all thats been happening. In the midst of gearing up for the Mexican Party V2.0 at this present moment.. which is going to go NUTS!

For now, here's a pretty funny looking pic of me that Raf took the other night which I know a few of you out there will appreciate.

Long (very long) live das bier.

Monday 19 April 2010

Sun.. Sun.. Sunday!

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There's something I need to just let off my chest, and I don't care what you guys all think. To that someone special.. I've really really missed you. Since leaving Australia, I can't stop thinking about you. Without you, my world is dark and my skies are grey. Literally. Believe me when I say - I love you, sun. Thanks for a wonderful Sunday ;-)

The day of the sun

Breaking news from Darmstadt Where-the-sun-don't-shine, we've had phantasmagorical weather for the past few days - all inclusive of sun, warmth, and the timely blooming of spring flowers.. AMAZEBALLS!!! I can't contain my excitement, seriously. I feel like I make such a big deal about the weather living here, but guys seriously, try living in a country where the sun refuses to shine for weeks on end. Its depressing - not figuratively speaking. I was speaking to a Brazilian girl, who like us, was use to sunshine almost 24/7. Sunshine through clouds, rain, hail.. everything. Sun so severe it can penetrate through your clothing. Anyway, she told me she actually did get depressed through the winter here so I really did thank the Gods above I missed the worst of it. I actually, truly believe, that no sun strips you of energy, you just don't want to do anything but lie in bed and snuggle. At times like these I wish I had a boyfriend but for now, bear-wanna-be-penguin will do.

He listens so attentively to everything I say..

Both days of the weekend, my roomies and neighbours have had breakfast - wait, brunch - wait, lunch .. wait... okay the first meal of the day at 14:30 - out on the balcony to soak in all the sun we possibly can. I can't even remember the last time I had a proper meal outside in the sunlight. It was incredible. Inconceivable.

Nom nom nom

After our Sunday facestuff-fest, a large group of us, correction: all of Darmstadt, flocked to the Herrngarten which is one of the oldest and biggest parks in the city. Its direct translation is Gentlemen's Garden because, actually quite coincidently, many many years ago each Sunday gentlemen and their ladies would come to this are with all intentions to just simply enjoy the place. And on this Sunday, enjoy the place us ladies and gentlemen did.

Pullin' up a patch of grass and pluckin' at some strings, such is the Darmstadt life.

Besides trying to inconspicuously (or if you maintained your beach body throughout the winter, very much conspicuously) get a tan, the day was so filled with activity and simple sports which I hadn't even seen, yet played, for so long. It's what I love the most about living here in Darmstadt actually, the people are a "different crowd" to what I'm use to. Throwing a frisbee, playing air pingpong/tennis, strumming on guitars, riding bikes, volleyball, card games, clapping games - it's just oh-so COOL.

Enjoying the simple things in life... and losing weight while at it!

On the topic of people here, I'm finding that the more people I meet, the more my faith is being restored into humankind (don't worry, I'm not going to reveal any life epiphanies here). It's merely the fact of meeting so many people from different walks of life and getting to know their outlook on life and living. I'm beginning to really see that "doing something" with friends doesn't need to involve alcohol, night time or money. I have a great example of this but I'll tell you after inserting a few more photos to break up this paragraph. Keeps you guys interested right? Akin to kiddies reading a picture book.

The cool kids do it.

I met this guy at the Italian party that I told you guys about last month. He was just dancing around, drinking, partying, having a great time, smiling, laughing, jumping about, etcetera etcetera. Easily the hottest guy I've seen here in Darmstadt too, without a doubt. So, as a matter of usual practice, I automatically assumed the following: hot guy = douche.

Anyway, I bumped into this guy on several occasions, always the life of the party, up on stage at the karaoke bar.. everywhere I went. Each time he'd have his posse, and they'd always be bouncing around everywhere, making jokes, singing super loudly, trying to charm people.. ugh, sleaze-balls! I just remember everytime seeing him, I'd tsk and roll my eyes.

Me.

The day we went to Cologne, I arrived at the train station and saw him there and just thought, GREAT. He was the one who started all the singing and yelling like I had told you all about. Was this guy seriosuly drunk at 6am in the morning?! But proceeded on with the day I did.

I remember saying to myself on the train to Cologne that I was going to put in a effort to get to know everyone who was there with us, and one of the first people I spoke to was a pleasant guy from Brazil who was friends with him. We spoke in broken porteuñolish which was difficult to the max, but there was one sentence I caught that just astonished me. He told me that his friend in subject didn't actually drink at all, and hasn't had a lick of alcohol for several years. WHAT?!

EH?!

Naturally, the next person I was intrigued on approaching was him himself, and lo and behold, truth. For no medical reason, for no religious reason, for no health reason, the boy just didn't drink. I couldn't comprehend this whatsoever. He was always the life of the party.

I actually got inspired. He had learnt over the years on how to have fun without alcohol, and how to in fact have more fun than the people who were drinking! The whole bouncing around thing, its all attributed to energy. The kid just has so much energy, and really is simply a bundle of joy. He turned out to be a rather reserved kind of person, and the getting on stage for karaoke was just a show of confidence which I'm sure he has had to build up in order to keep up with the drunks around him. You can tell when you talk to him, that he is the sweetest soul. He just wants to make people smile and life by showing his own infectious smile and laughter. What an incredible outlook on life.

So there it is. Just 5 minutes ago I'm pretty sure I told you I wasn't going to babble on about life epiphanies but I guess I did, oops. I sure hope it was worth the read though because I try myself, and even preach to others, to give people a chance. You really don't know someone until you put in the time and effort. People are constantly surprising me, sometimes in bad ways yes. But when you find little diamonds here and there, it really makes it worth doing. You learn and you grow, and you open your mind up to so much more.

Ahh, life, so beyond words. So surprisingly wonderful.

Socially Offensive

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My neighbours were looking fierce going to their "politically incorrect" themed party.


Moooooove bitch, get out da way, get out da way!

Orange faces, white necks, blue eye shadow, pencilled eyebrows, visible bra/bra straps, high g-strings, tramp stamps, o.t.t boots, stringy bangs, coloured tights, crop tops, checkered scarves, chewing gum, dangly keychains, celtic cross necklaces, large hoop earrings, thick headbands, copious amounts of hot pink lip gloss...


Politically correct THIS!

... putting the ASS back into CLASSY girls!

Too funny for words. I Heart (practically) Roomies.