<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:44:47.814+09:30</updated><title type='text'>MissItalianCutie</title><subtitle type='html'>A Random description of my everyday life's crap....a look into the ppl in MissItalianCutie's life and their impact... There will be tears, there will be laughter, at times there mite even be snoring (god forbid!) but i promise u this space will not go wasted... if u dont come out any the wiser on something then i have failed....and im sorry :(</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-114336128733943292</id><published>2006-03-26T18:37:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-03-26T18:51:27.350+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Silence..</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;In my mind memories race like a preview,&lt;br /&gt;the face that haunts them screams in pain.&lt;br /&gt;A scream so deep no one can hear it,&lt;br /&gt;and as you try, it just takes more of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dull silence of ignorance is so loud,&lt;br /&gt;a whisper deafens my ears to your pain.&lt;br /&gt;As you cry in desperation, I watch sadly,&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out to something I can never touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you are part of me, as the tears fall cold,&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes to slow the world down.&lt;br /&gt;My walls fall away, my inspiration shot,&lt;br /&gt;As something so strong decays infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, but words wont heal your pain,&lt;br /&gt;Im here, but presence is just a distraction.&lt;br /&gt;Be back in my mind as a sweet memory,&lt;br /&gt;I long for the time you were right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind my memories race like a preview,&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes all i hear is screaming.&lt;br /&gt;All you can see is a face of contentment,&lt;br /&gt;But all I long for is silence....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-114336128733943292?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/114336128733943292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=114336128733943292' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/114336128733943292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/114336128733943292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2006/03/silence.html' title='Silence..'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-114069685875314301</id><published>2006-02-23T22:18:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-02-23T22:44:18.786+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Toilet Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;So I said I would do it ladies....and here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are the rules when stepping into an under-accommodating, slightly off smelling toilet? Do we use a public toilet at our convenience, or try to avoid it and put ourselves at the risk of a urinary infection at all times???&lt;br /&gt;Are there certain publics restrooms that are acceptable to use (ie. the staff toilet) or does that not put us at more risk of humiliation when the inevitable No.2 will just not hang on for 5.30???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are some of the basics that we all know are no-go's in the public toilet system?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;No communication with fellow cubicles at any time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoid any bodily noises or water splashes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No singing to the PA music or talking freely on mobile phones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not make excess toilet rolling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wash hands even when the soap dispenser is empty (usual)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wipe hands if all drying agents are unavailable (nothing worse than a wet doorknob)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All flatulence left for the home environment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Definately no No.2's if there is a line up, i dont care how much it wants to release&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;But what else is unsaid but always obeyed in the restroom area.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When heading in and noticing that all cubicles are filled, you wait until one is free. But then when you step in that inconsiderate person before has done the most rotten bowel cleanse you have ever smelt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A. Do you stay in there anyway and hold your breath till your lips go blue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B. Do you walk out immediately, embarass prior party and wait for the next cubicle vacancy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When stepping into said restroom and not all cubicles are filled but you pass someone just as they head out, is it social decency and personal space to head to a entirely new cubicle, or is it ok to step into their momentary turf???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If all is good and you have suitably placed yourself in that corner cubicle, how many times can you roll the toilet paper before people start to realise your not in there just to release fluids, and then how much is too much before they start thinking your laxatives must have taken effect?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So business is done, what do you do first? Is it zip up then flush or the other way around??? Personally i dont see how people can stand there with their pants around their ankle and still turn around butt naked to press half or full. It is always arrange first because if there's people waiting they are hanging for that flush sound and ready to pounce.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what if someone else flushes first? Can you also and then head out at the same time as them? Or is it first in, first served. I think the suitable time frame is that wen the soap is in their hand and the waters running, your safe to make your exit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And please this is a no-go with me. If you are drying your hands and you give up half way and go to grab that doorknob, step back a second and have some consideration. Alright if you have an inpatience problem, than at least wipe them on your pants, dont coat the door with your toilet habits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With No.2's there is a debate going on, on whether you place toilet paper in the bowl first to avoid splashing sounds or aim slightly off center so it rebounds. Second option? I dont think so. No one likes the trails of your business, i'd much rather just hear you. Personally i think the first option is quite socially considerate, saves embarassment and mess. But make sure this isn't taken too far and the whole roll is down there as this will just cause a blockage, and that is the most humiliating thing possible. How can you walk away from that with dignity?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But when drunk do not all these rules fly out the window??? Hell if it wasnt for the side walls giving us the support, hovering would be out of the question in such circumstances. Therefor I believe that all places serving alcohol should be forced to place disabled rails in all female toilets, come on help us out a little here!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But before sounding too forward I will leave it at this and hopefully will have some feedback and maybe even something i've missed..........think about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-114069685875314301?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/114069685875314301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=114069685875314301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/114069685875314301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/114069685875314301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2006/02/toilet-politics.html' title='Toilet Politics'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-113089601011462243</id><published>2005-11-02T11:54:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-11-02T12:20:20.133+10:30</updated><title type='text'>The worst is over...</title><content type='html'>So now I'm 20. Now I have a job. Now I have someone who works like a drug just by stepping in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I scared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe a little....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, am I content?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life yes.&lt;br /&gt;Turning 20 wasnt all so bad. I had 98% of all the people that are dear to me with me to celebrate (and support) me on that night. Honestly nothing more mattered to me than that. I took a look at all of them and thought 'If this is what has taken me 20 years to learn, if these are the people that I have sorted through to find, then it has been all worth it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can really say that all of them are the most genuine, honest people this world has to offer. There is not one of them I wouldnt trust my life to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great night, with all groups mixing, a few new friendships forming, and a few old ones reconciling. Drinks were good. The only complaint really is that the Casino has just got waaaaayyyy too busy. Actually everywhere has just got waaayyyy too busy. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infamous, the largest, and probably the only nationally competing nightclub in Adelaide has been shut. I never thought it could would or should happen, but now it's devestating on the inner city nightlife.&lt;br /&gt;Something to do with not paying licences and fines and not turning up to court, but thats all irrelevant now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this has had major impact on clubs and bars and consequently my b'day night. No matter where you go, up market cocktail lounges, few-beers-after-uni-bar, or even the under-aged swarmed taverns......the lines are F**KING ridiculous!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes the owners would be loving this but is it even worth going out anymore if to get one drink takes you 25 mins to get and then you are stuck to ur 20cm/20cm spot for the rest of the night whilst sweating from all the extremely close body heat??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, its not worth the trouble anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, life has certainly been improving 10fold in the past month or so. I am now working for a healthcare company extremely prominent in Adelaide, Melbourne and not so much but still in Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;It has got to be the best job Ive had so far and I really want to excel further with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im leaving it here for the moment, one because its too bloody humid and you feel as if you need a shower every 30 secs and 2 because theres a cooking show on tv too good to pass up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. My heart goes out to a dear friend I know is not having the best of times at the moment. I love you sweety, and know that we are all here for you. If you ever need to talk, I am here....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-113089601011462243?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/113089601011462243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=113089601011462243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/113089601011462243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/113089601011462243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2005/11/worst-is-over.html' title='The worst is over...'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-112830978422069997</id><published>2005-10-03T12:21:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-10-03T12:53:04.226+09:30</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of this....a little bit of that</title><content type='html'>Well its been a while, well really for a while there my life was null and void of any really interesting topic to speak of. But Im back, yet again, filling you in on the endless rant of a soon to be twenty something aussie girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of turning 20 somewhat scares me. When I was younger 20 meant those mature girls you see catching up for a quick Greek Salad on Rundle St before running back to the office in a full skirt suit and an immaculately white pair of Nikes.&lt;br /&gt;Well, definitely not me, and that doesn't look to change anytime soon. I have been taking a look at my life recently and wondered how far have I really come from wearing diapers to learning how to insert my first tampon.....ewww too gross, even for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure Im not at Uni or Tafe, I don't have a 9-5 job and I definitely don't participate in a weekly yoga class, but I like to think that my progress has been mental, emotional and somewhat physical. Now those yoga classes are starting to sound appealing...grrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel all that academically smart, but I do feel smart. In ways of life and how to cope with things....seeing things in a more realistic view than getting my hopes up that one day it may change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I think I have finally accepted myself for &lt;em&gt;WHO I AM&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret anything I have done in my life, not all experiences are good and I find comfort in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken a new interest in Natural Medicines and ofcourse make-up so what better than to start doing my certificates in Community Pharmacy, its sorta like retail with a flair really. Im close to finishing and absolutely loving it, even applying to get into the industry early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the people around me that have kept me going the most, and inspired me to finally shake my head and get myself on track for the rest of my life. I love these people with all my heart and still strive to care and look after them as best I can. Yes you could say that some of this contentment has come from finding another person who compliments who I am perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No we're not one of those sappy couples that never fight, and are always gazing at each other. But we do spend an enormous amount of time with each other ( this could be accounted for the fact that we both currently don't have jobs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find someone that has a passion similar to yours, who has the same views yet is completely the opposite to you. It feels amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, I think this is it for me, the child in me is fading, Im starting to take an interest in home improvement shows and trust me when I came to admit that I had to swallow my heart again.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer find mindless humour in &lt;em&gt;Jerry Springer&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Dude Where's My&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Car&lt;/em&gt;, instead I hang out to watch &lt;strong&gt;Dr Phil&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Oprah&lt;/strong&gt; to learn more about the human mind. God please don't let &lt;em&gt;Days of Our Lives&lt;/em&gt; be next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I don't really know if Im having one of those life changing experiences....I don't know whether just not being able to call myself a teen is scaring the hell out of me....or maybe Im just coming to that stage in my life where I've grown too big for my gum boots and its time to buy my first pair of immaculately white nikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats for sure is Im loving the new me, Im loving the way I've started thinking and Im loving that at 2am Im not obsessing over which &lt;em&gt;Macca's Value Meal&lt;/em&gt; to purchase but whether a red wine or a Caipiroska is my choice of drink before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope this change is for good, because I feel like a better person now, and my past hang ups hold no worry with me anymore....I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry, you will still be getting the same light hearted comedy reading you have come to expect of &lt;strong&gt;MIC&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-112830978422069997?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/112830978422069997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=112830978422069997' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/112830978422069997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/112830978422069997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2005/10/little-bit-of-thisa-little-bit-of-that.html' title='A little bit of this....a little bit of that'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-112105336426920384</id><published>2005-07-11T13:12:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-11T13:31:55.876+09:30</updated><title type='text'>It's all just a little too scarey...</title><content type='html'>The london underground bombing attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that I was meant to be living in London at the present time, this just cuts a little too close to home. Yes everyone I know has said something, or reported on something about this terrible act, but Im not going to go into the politics side of it all. It seems everyone is jumping on the band wagon to express their complete disgust at the people who did this, and fair enough so. These men obviously have a blind faith in an extremist pathetic ideal. Line them all up against a wall infront of a firing squad is an all too common comment I have been hearing lately.&lt;br /&gt;Not to point out but someone being done for 4kgs of drugs smuggling was up for the same sentence, the scale here seems to be scewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now yes it's all perfectly natural to act out our hatred on the people that caused it. But at the same time, there will always be people like this, there always have been. It's human nature to conflict, and this is that act in its extreme. Please if im soundng insensitive, I mean not to be, I wish there werent people like this alive as much as anyone else, but just being angry at them and plotting retaliations isnt going to get us anywhere. Well apart from in more fights.&lt;br /&gt;What 'some' people dont realise is they did this in a form of retaliation against us. Against the wrongs we are doing in their countries, and 'some' of the people in the world are doing just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are as pissed off with us, as we are with them. The difference? Why do they look like the worse group of people as compared to say the Amercian defence force?&lt;br /&gt;Because they in no way state their high regard for human life, they show no remorse in the acts that they devise against our people, basically their being honest of their own appauling morality.&lt;br /&gt;Where as the Americans and whoever has joined them in their fight over there seem to claim that their respect for human life is of highest importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do to them what they are now doing to us. So not only must we be angry at them, why not turn around and look at your own leaders and an answer. Their all just a bunch of big boys, with big toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck I've gone into the politics. God damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have focused more on from this incident is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can happen to anyone of us. With the blink of an eye your entire life could be over. No saying goodbye, no last daring stunt of bravery, no last look at the ones you love the most. You will never be around again, never catching that bus, never being called for relationship advice or to go out on the weekend. This is what scares me the most. People just going about their daily lives, to not have those daily lives anymore. In a way makes you appreciate just being alive so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesnt even just have to relate to terrorist attacks. Plane crashes, car accidents, freak branch falling on you in the middle of a golf course (still cant believe the irony). Just like that it's over. When I really think about it, it scares me more than any terrorist group, politician etc. I pray to god it never happens to anyone around me that I love dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out to all victims and their families involved in this horrible incident and my prayers and concern are with all my friends living and visiting London at this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-112105336426920384?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/112105336426920384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=112105336426920384' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/112105336426920384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/112105336426920384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-all-just-little-too-scarey.html' title='It&apos;s all just a little too scarey...'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-112029609284895386</id><published>2005-07-02T18:41:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-07-02T18:52:49.280+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Now which size were you after???</title><content type='html'>Yes! &lt;strong&gt;MIC&lt;/strong&gt; has moved on. She no longer works for the regime that was the '&lt;em&gt;supermarket&lt;/em&gt;' and now is starting her new job in a nationally recognised clothing store :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Im getting paid slightly less but this doesnt worry me as I will be loving every minute of my job. Working with clothes all day, helping customers, hot guys walking in for that necessary &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pink polo shirt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.....i dont agree with it but damn do polo's look fine on guys ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my first shift on Thurs and the most exciting, I get to go shopping tomorrow for outfits to wear, as they &lt;em&gt;insist&lt;/em&gt; I wear their clothing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately tho, &lt;strong&gt;MIC&lt;/strong&gt; has been taken down by the all to familiar tonsilitis :( Well it's been a pretty bad run of it actually, I cant talk, cant turn my neck and cant swallow anything larger than a capsule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the doc around the other night and he prescribed me 500mg of pennicilin, which I knew was not enough as I get it severly so i need to be on at least 1000mg. So i proceeded to get worse to the point where at training for my new job this morning, I couldnt answer any questions or move faster than a grandma in a walking frame. Not a good start. But nice to see the new boss was already giving me shit about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Speak up MIC, can't hear you.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha Ha Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes went back to the docs today and he fears it may be glandula fever. He wanted to give me a blood test, but me being the 5yr old scaredy cat refused and instead he swabbed half way down my throat and gave me this pink liquid i have to take. Is he trying to tell me something???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeh Im feeling a bit better but if I dont recover on these drugs then I have Glandula and yeh pretty much fucked. He even said something about having to take steriods for a short period in order to get the swelling down!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh i could just picture coming home, scratching my crotch, feeling my stubble, looking at my parents and saying in a monotone voice.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'How you goin mate!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-112029609284895386?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/112029609284895386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=112029609284895386' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/112029609284895386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/112029609284895386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2005/07/now-which-size-were-you-after.html' title='Now which size were you after???'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-111975641666910505</id><published>2005-06-26T12:26:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-26T12:56:59.236+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Will work for above award wages...</title><content type='html'>Readers that work with me will be able to verify this. Friends of &lt;strong&gt;MIC&lt;/strong&gt; would have on numerous occasions heard me whine about this, and as for the rest of my enthusiastic readers, you have probably either heard me bitch about it on here or your just about to get a lesson in my working life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, I work at a '&lt;em&gt;supermarket&lt;/em&gt;', that term I use lightly. I have many close friends there which really are more like family to me now as we have all been there too long.&lt;br /&gt;I also have a notoriously bad run with bad managers. &lt;strong&gt;WhatsHerName&lt;/strong&gt; being the last and what was thought worst of all managers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets worse than a ugly, slow mole. Excuse the harshness but its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have now had the undesired pleasure of being ruled by an evil force from a world with no conscience. I will call it &lt;strong&gt;Fifi&lt;/strong&gt;. It is a 50 something, northern suburbs, never had a friend as a teenager, trying to relive my youth, must have had &lt;em&gt;Morgan Freeman&lt;/em&gt; cut my hair.... cow. Hahahaha oh that was too good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has waltzed its bogan ass into our store, and from the moment it opened that mouth all i could smell was the sweet intoxicating aroma of bullshit. It has lied to its workers to apparently '&lt;em&gt;strategically&lt;/em&gt;' forward itself further up the corporate Fab 5's ass and done it with not even so much as a second thought. It has demoted, cease to give hours or plainly make their shift  a living hell in order to what I have now been informed as 'weening out' the old staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it because we're bad workers?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it because we don't have a clue what we're doing or how the store runs successfully?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it because we're better looking?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even debatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or is it simply threatened by the fact that we run fine on our own and really only have it there to organise some rostering and to take the heat when shit fucks up???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I get chills down the spine at the thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really has no idea how to run a business, only to ensure at the end of the day its behind gets in its sad excuse of a car knowing that tomorrow it will come back to the same job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ween us old school team out? Oh but with pleasure your highness. For a business that is turning to shit with the single swift of one bad workers hand, id rather get out now with some dignity and work up the ranks somewhere else. Just so I can come back in a few years time, make you put through 3 trolleys worth of the smallest shit i could find in the store, then ask you to sort out into cold goods, meats, cleaning products and well.....fuck it.....sort out all things with sharp corners. You know why &lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt;? Because thats the way it's worked out. Sounds better coming out of my mouth I think.&lt;br /&gt;And after this I will whip out my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOLD credit card&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to pay for such goods, after no doubtably finding that you have scanned wrong items mroe than once and make you do the refund.&lt;br /&gt;I will walk out the store to my already better but soon to be another whole class car to place my shopping away and drive away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what will you be doing??? Oh oh whats that????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still working at a small non-profitable store, getting called into the managers office every week to be told off and left crying...... &lt;em&gt;Oh, thats a shame&lt;/em&gt;. Shouldn't have burnt your bridges and taken the opportunity to prosper when it was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that was a harsh piece wasnt it????? Not one to sound bitchy but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My love and respect to everyone else at that store, I adore all of you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao ciao, going to play with kitty :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. &lt;strong&gt;IT&lt;/strong&gt;, look up the word customer service, I think you'll be quite shocked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-111975641666910505?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/111975641666910505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=111975641666910505' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/111975641666910505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/111975641666910505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2005/06/will-work-for-above-award-wages.html' title='Will work for above award wages...'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-111874520897343405</id><published>2005-06-14T19:48:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-14T20:03:28.976+09:30</updated><title type='text'>the fine print...</title><content type='html'>Alright so i didnt realise my blog highlighted the lives of some high maintainence women and what goes through their sexually orientated, quite often intoxicated minds....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it has been put on me to describe what sort of woman fits this catagory..... does it have to do with her looks, her brains, or a certain what the french call 'I dont know what.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I'm lost for words!&lt;br /&gt;I dont really consider myself in the high maintainence catagory, but i certainly do know some people that would be. So I can only go on what I've seen.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, high maintainenece women are nothing to do with how good looking they are, or how academicall smart they may be. It is a certain something that only certain women possess and I cant even classify them so as to give you a clue what to look out for! They come across all cultures and social standings, all shapes and sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that you will find a bigger concentration of them in the European raised families, but i hesitate to generalise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, to narrow it somewhat, these HM girls tend to be in the group that are more dominant in personality. Not saying they all are, but women with certain opinions, women with certain expectations that they have been brought up to believe are the ones that will be more demanding on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it doesnt take us good looks and some brains to pussy whip some men! Although it certainly can make things that bit easier :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I guess Im trying to put across is, that these high maintainence women continue to be such because they have men that give into their ideals......so really who is to blame????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys only knew, us women are more tame-able than you think.....if it seems we're not?? you're going about it the wrong way, it means we've found your loop hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please guys, I want to hear a male perspective of what they think defines a high maintainenec woman?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-111874520897343405?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/111874520897343405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=111874520897343405' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/111874520897343405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/111874520897343405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2005/06/fine-print.html' title='the fine print...'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-111759913827925589</id><published>2005-06-01T12:59:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-06-01T13:42:18.290+09:30</updated><title type='text'>My slice of Manhattan</title><content type='html'>what does every girl need at least three times a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping trip away with the girls! it seems in a way to act as a psychologist for us women in the sense that through us swiping that card and zipping up that dress, each little problem that bothers you seems to be inevitably irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;MIC, DeliHuni&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile&lt;/strong&gt; headed off to the wonderful (Manhattan) Melbourne for drinks, dresses, trams and more than our fair share of metrosexuals.&lt;br /&gt;We boarded the train......the 12 hour trip train i should say.&lt;br /&gt;Now this didnt phase me as much as the others as i had done this trip before......alone.&lt;br /&gt;But after about 5 hours of reading Cosmo and talking of our sex lives, you start to wonder whether relationship councellors need any formal training at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we finally get there and hail our chariot to our palace in which we will rest for the next 3 nights. Well our chariot was an "aiite" black man in a taxi and our palace was a backpackers on King St. Who needs to pay accomodation wen that money can be spent on more shoes right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After showing &lt;em&gt;HIM&lt;/em&gt; where to go and a scenic tour of King St we got to our hostel and unpacked. Everyone seemed to be making the customary call back home to let them know we're safe and werent suddenly derailed somewhere between horsham and ghost town....&lt;br /&gt;since i had not notified my family of my where abouts that weekend i had no one to call.....tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick call to an old friend and we were organising our first outfits and ready to head out....as sitting for another 2-3 hours didnt seem appealing after the day we had.&lt;br /&gt;We proceeded to eat out at a pizza joint and discuss times of old and what we had all missed. After this i think all of us agreed on that we needed sleep as the wknd ahead was not going to be relaxing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning.....up at f**king 5am because of a garbage truck and then up at 8am to get ready to shop. We had been well advised to visit DFO. For all Adelaide readers, this HUGE place is situated in the suburbs and would take u about 40 mins to get to by train and bus....but it is well worth it..... Imagine &lt;strong&gt;Harbour Town&lt;/strong&gt;, but with about 5 times as many stores and better ones at that. We loved it....Id say we were there from about 11am to 4pm....it was nuts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we were exhausted and decided to head back for a quick nap before heading out that night. How old are we????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got oursleves looking all fine and headed down to the &lt;strong&gt;Crown Casino&lt;/strong&gt; for a dinner by the river and some unexpected shaningans upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was awesome at &lt;strong&gt;Automatic&lt;/strong&gt;....which is basically &lt;em&gt;Buongiorno's&lt;/em&gt; with better food and higher price range. Sitting by the river and admiring the hourly flames would seem mediocre to the average Melbournian, but for us Adelaide girls this was a touch of class that had to be enjoyed with the first Cosmo for the wknd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the ever so slightly Metro manager informed us to head up to Odeon for a good night out. We saw the $15 cover charge and thought screw this place! As we headed out the bouncer saw three gorgeous chicks heading the wrong way and started to panic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' whats the matter girls??? dont u have enough money??'&lt;br /&gt;'excuse me?'&lt;br /&gt;' here let me stamp u, do u have enough for drinks? here have a drink card.'&lt;br /&gt;'ooookkk.....'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we proceeded back inside and headed straight to the bar. &lt;strong&gt;Odeon&lt;/strong&gt; is sorta like a mini red sqaure but without the skanks and black guys. It musta been &lt;em&gt;Time Warp&lt;/em&gt; night cause the 80's hits were going off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Englishman saw us at the bar and was intrigued as to the drinks that we were shoting (jelly donuts mmmm) so he proceeded to shout us as he had a tab running. We talked to him and his Scottish friend for most of the night. Not that i could understand a word the Scott was saying and at the end engaged in a little dancefloor foreplay with the Englishman. Before we left i stated i was gonna snog him, and i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile&lt;/strong&gt; inform me that this man was wearing a wedding ring???? Uhuh. Fantasy No.1 fulfilled.....well partially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the room at about 2am to rest before shopping all again the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Each morning saw us with a routine trip to &lt;strong&gt;Starbucks&lt;/strong&gt;, yet another luxury Adelaide is not fortunate enough to possess. Tall Caramalatte mmmmmmmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today it was &lt;strong&gt;Bridge Rd&lt;/strong&gt; for shopping.....and i can say we couldnt get the whole lot done before feeling absolutely stuffed. We headed back to the city...probably grabbed more Starbucks and some Nando's for tea and went back to the room.&lt;br /&gt;From a phonecall we were informed that there was a &lt;strong&gt;Hard Rock Cafe&lt;/strong&gt; in Melbourne and that soon became our venue for the night.....&lt;br /&gt;Got dressed a little retro and headed up the hill situated on the main street! i know, hills in the city....these guys are crazy!&lt;br /&gt; This night saw one too many Cosmo's, some awesome cocktails made by the bar girls, some standard aussie pub songs and yes, &lt;strong&gt;MIC&lt;/strong&gt; dancing ontop of the bar with staff etc...&lt;br /&gt;We even got DeliHunni smashed, a vendetta of mine for a long time.... hehehhehehe&lt;br /&gt;So we caught a taxi 2 BLOCKS to Macca's, a whole of $3.20 i think it was....and stuffed our faces as one usually does wen highly intoxicated....&lt;br /&gt;After that we somehow struggled back to the hotel room for some raunchy underwear photos of us all and then i think i remember just zoning out.&lt;br /&gt;Up early Sunday to pack our bags.....depressing....and our final day out!&lt;br /&gt;We headed down to &lt;strong&gt;St Kilda&lt;/strong&gt; for a well deserved breakfast, and i took them to a place i had visited a few times in Melb before....&lt;strong&gt;Vibe&lt;/strong&gt; i think the name was. A very funky cafe that well deserves recognition for their &lt;em&gt;Red Bull&lt;/em&gt; breakfast.... Pizza with scrambled eggs on top and a red bull.....went down nicely...&lt;br /&gt;after this had a quick look in the infamous &lt;em&gt;St Kilda cake shops&lt;/em&gt; and then proceeded to head to &lt;strong&gt;Chapel St&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I had run out of cash by this point, and &lt;strong&gt;DeilHunni&lt;/strong&gt; foolishly stepped in with a credit card...hehe nah thank u hunni, i paid back in full so all is good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought some great stuff and for the first time all wknd i saw&lt;strong&gt; OMGThatSmile&lt;/strong&gt; shop like she was meant to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after yet another amazing day we headed back to the city to check out &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louis Vuitton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, a must for &lt;strong&gt;DeliHunni &lt;/strong&gt;and i must give her credit on not buying anything in that store!&lt;br /&gt;So after our final shopping escapades, we headed up to Hard Rock one more time for dinner with who seemed like a nice friend. Had a very intense conversation and then retired to the train stations to sadly head home.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked to the secret platform in the middle of the night, holding all our possessions in the cold....i couldnt help but say.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Does anyone else feel a little Schindler's List about this?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Melbourne for an amazing weekend and we shall be back!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-111759913827925589?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/111759913827925589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=111759913827925589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/111759913827925589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/111759913827925589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-slice-of-manhattan.html' title='My slice of Manhattan'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-111493232905455756</id><published>2005-05-01T16:31:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-05-01T16:55:29.056+09:30</updated><title type='text'>MIC Wars: Attack of the Ex's</title><content type='html'>It seems that people living in a city such as Adelaide can never escape their past.&lt;br /&gt;The past two years for me have been countless attempts to create a new life for myself, and within let me count it......less than 24 hours i have randomly had encounters with three of my ex's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also dont mean the man you dated for 2 months back when you were going through that i just need to be with someone period. These were significant, puppy love ex's. Starting from the age of 15 up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it about bumping into the ex that somehow makes us bump into our past and makes us think either what the hell i was thinking, or why did i let them go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, me and&lt;strong&gt; DeliHunni&lt;/strong&gt; were shopping in lets say a low budget department store as she has twisted me into a bargain hunter. Now i dont live at home, this has come of great use. So the last place i expected to see an old significant other shopping with his new 2 yr significant other. My sheer embarassment was at how i looked, needless to say he has taken a nose dive since we dated.....but the woman in me still wanted to look better....and running around in trackies, a brasil jacket, black punk cap, undone hair and no make up definately did not pull this off. Ofcourse he also had to be in every area of the shop that i seemed to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be the typical woman, but why is it we have to compare ourselves to our ex's new girlfriends? Is it to see what they put us on the same plate with, or whether they had it good with is and we feel some satisfaction in knowing we came better off?&lt;br /&gt;I know this will sound very sexist and probably portray us fine ladies as vindictive or whatever, but sadly it's the truth. Im sure you men have your vices with ex's also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after encountering ex No.1 with his (not as good as me haha) girlfriend, me and DeliHunni headed home. Enjoyed a nice dinner, watched our show which can be also translated as the Bible for women and then 'boop'. My slightly odd, but discreet msg tone sounds....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;em&gt;THE&lt;/em&gt; ex. Well...... The ex that took this little &lt;strong&gt;MIC's&lt;/strong&gt; innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to catch up. Which he has wanted to do often recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont hate him, i'll never be capable of that so i considered catching up. Except this happened to be with all his friends who magically know about me. I can only guess what they know so i opted out. It would be like being a puppy in a pet store, people know what kind of breed you are, they're just yet to see you! No thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after bailing on that idea, i enjoyed the rest of my night and most of the next day. Then.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex No.3 msg'd me as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This you could say was my high school crush that never eventuated till well after high school. I took his innocence and i didnt think men got that attachment thing......but im proven wrong.&lt;br /&gt;The crush is now long gone and after attempts to nicely let him done, he still does not get the msg. Infact, his msg was more like what he loves about me, and how on earth can he find a way to catch up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont hate him either, so i feel bad refusing to see him. But if i do, i know how awkward it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my weekend has been somewhat emotionally draining and has taken me on a rollercoaster ride of my life, my loves. Maybe we're not meant to escape our past. Maybe it serves as a ever reminding text book from high school on how to do and not to do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with visits from the past? Did we learn it all in high school?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-111493232905455756?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/111493232905455756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=111493232905455756' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/111493232905455756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/111493232905455756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2005/05/mic-wars-attack-of-exs.html' title='MIC Wars: Attack of the Ex&apos;s'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-111362959442644859</id><published>2005-04-16T14:43:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-04-17T17:00:29.896+09:30</updated><title type='text'>So here we are, we are alone....There's weight on ur mind, and i wanna know..</title><content type='html'>Ok. So this is my attempt to break it down, or cope really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time u read of my life's sexual escapades, or the &lt;em&gt;'Melrose Place'&lt;/em&gt; dramas of the people around me. But this is taking courage to admit publicly....My life has spiralled at the speed of a Sonic Boom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all that know me, I still am the peachy, always smiling &lt;strong&gt;MIC&lt;/strong&gt;....but....my life is a series of questioning occurances, questioning as in i question if i still hold on to my own sanity. I've thought over whether i should bother posting this, as to most readers the impact will not be as severe and will seem more like a whinging woman experiencing her monthlies.....ewwww and no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i hope that someone reading will realise what i am going to spill is a major part of my life and thus preoccupying most of the vacant space in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family life is well. Disfunctional. HA! Beyond that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother suffers from multiple mental illnesses. What a cliche of the 90's.&lt;br /&gt;The fastest growing disease these days and yet has the stigma attached to it that it is not really an illness more a choice and state of mind. Do you think i haven't had this opinion myself?&lt;br /&gt;Sadly its not the case, parts of me wish it was. Its very real, and i experience it everyday of my life, see it, feel it, taste it, dream it. I cant escape the fact that my mother is no longer the mother in my head and memories, and that i have to witness her downfall and abuse with every breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever i may say, she is still my mother and i love her dearly and would not trade her for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But its killing me inside&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's help out there for people like her. But we have tried. Everything. Until she admits that she is sick there is not much we can do because she can shut it off when she pleases.&lt;br /&gt;My good memories of my mother lie before i was about 6 yrs old, and at that there's only a few as i was so young. Majority of events that run through my mind are like a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my youth i was taught to keep my mouth shut to save her having an episode, which is what i did for so many years, this would probably account for why i chose to reserve my opinions alot of the time, especially in situations when i shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;This continued until the abuse became detrimental to myself and my father, the dearest person in my life. As i hit 17 the pain was too much and i started to voice myself....in a way an attempt to almost snap it out of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im now 19 and a half and the continous struggle has not ended. It has become progressively worse to what was an episode every few months has turned into one every couple of weeks. And they have become more damaging, hurtful and unforgiveable with each one. I have always been a strong person, that has often been the shoulder to cry on, and always smiled her way through a tragedy.... But i no longer smile. It's almost like im screaming and bleeding a mime that no one can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my attempt to somewhat spill the feelings out so that a few may understand my hurt without me revealing it to the whole world. You will not see me cry, you wont see me fall, I will smile and joke with you in the style that is &lt;strong&gt;MIC..... always.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final attempt to escape my nightmare and start my life over right and build on the pre born maturity and strength i have learnt to possess is to start it on my own.  With the company and support of &lt;strong&gt;DeliHunni&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jetpilot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most will say i am running away from my problems. But this is not that case, my problems will never cease and this is simply a chance to rehabilitate myself and start it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a small insight into what has been my teenage life, the blood, the glass, the alcohol i have seen is something i never wish upon anybody. I hold back on detail simply for the fact it is too painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eternal gratitude goes out to &lt;strong&gt;DeliHunni&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jetpilot&lt;/strong&gt; for being 2 people that have cared so much and listened so long to my pain....i can never repay them for the support they have given to me because they will never know just quite how much it meant to me.&lt;br /&gt;My love also goes to my 'adopted mother' who always has a humble insight and has been a source of comfort on numerous occasions and my two friends &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess&lt;/strong&gt; who's unconditional love and support has often been the light at the end of the tunnel for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU. YOU ALL WILL NEVER KNOW....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-111362959442644859?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/111362959442644859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=111362959442644859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/111362959442644859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/111362959442644859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-here-we-are-we-are-alonetheres.html' title='So here we are, we are alone....There&apos;s weight on ur mind, and i wanna know..'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-111303129529208345</id><published>2005-04-09T16:39:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2005-04-09T16:55:26.476+09:30</updated><title type='text'>a little tug here..... a little tug there.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really how to explain this one....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has public masturbation become the new porn?&lt;br /&gt;Im not stating that it's done infront of a crowd with a nice stage and intricate lighting scheme. But when such acts are being done outside your own house, in a somewhat nice car, with the light on and you sitting there...not having to do a thing...expected to just sit back and enjoy....how do u feel comfortable???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dont get me wrong, if your in the bedroom with your significant other and things are getting a bit wild wild....it has been known, even for this little innocence....that women will often start tickling their own fancy.....and men alike....this is acceptable for the place and mood....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when a random, horny as i havent had sex in a year, guy calls up wanting to play around...this is NOT A TURN ON...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He simply wanted to come over, pull his pants down and for my mouth to just be magically open.... this really didnt do much for me as all i would come out with is no satisfaction what so ever and a bad case of jaw lock (or as later found out...that would not occur hehe). So as i thought this was already a desperate attempt at getting off.... i wondered how far it would go.... so i pushed it to a point that any man i knew would refuse....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'No, i want to see you play with it...'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously sarcasm isn't felt over text messaging as the reply was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Alright i'll come over and you can watch me in the car. See u in 20. bye.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FUCK.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i rang my most reliable source &lt;strong&gt;DeliHunni&lt;/strong&gt; and told her the situation... She stated if he actually went through with it...take your phone and get pictures! So i thought about it and i was like....yeh, he wont do it, and if he does...this is just too good to not witness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he arrived, i subtly went out in my most unattractive outfit and sat in his car....the awkwardness you could cut with a knife..... he stated that maybe we should kiss first...but i kindly refused stating i was just there to watch...hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he proceeded to quickly take ALL clothing off (so unnecessary) and sit there spanking the monkey...with such a disinterested face.... I asked if he was ok and he looked at me with the biggest grin..... go figure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes this took all of about 5 mins and then i hopped out of the car...trying to hold back tears of laughter and stated see u next time...without any intention of ever seeing this man again..... and i havent... no communication, nothing....and thats the way i'll keep it i think....anything else is just way too creepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact u men exist scare me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-111303129529208345?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/111303129529208345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=111303129529208345' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/111303129529208345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/111303129529208345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2005/04/little-tug-here-little-tug-there.html' title='a little tug here..... a little tug there.....'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-111149222595059802</id><published>2005-03-22T22:12:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-03-22T22:20:25.950+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The pain, it lingers in loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;My tears fall dry to the world.&lt;br /&gt;This sickness cannot consume me,&lt;br /&gt;Like thoughts through my idol mind.&lt;br /&gt;I stare into myself, my darkness,&lt;br /&gt;For every question, the answer is no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me back to a world of nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Where silence is a well laced drug.&lt;br /&gt;Stop these whispers, these screams,&lt;br /&gt;Keep the sun from piercing my skin.&lt;br /&gt;Let me dive into these cold shadows,&lt;br /&gt;In a world that has no judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch me softly, so i know im alive,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, to make my answers a yes.&lt;br /&gt;The hurt of being out of reach, the pain,&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could see my untouchable world.&lt;br /&gt;But i lie alone, in this chilling silence,&lt;br /&gt;Where my screams echo in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn to see nothing at all, no one,&lt;br /&gt;My heart crawls away in a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Now left in my pain and silence,&lt;br /&gt;To wallow in what I can't control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-111149222595059802?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/111149222595059802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=111149222595059802' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/111149222595059802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/111149222595059802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2005/03/pain-it-lingers-in-loneliness-my-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-111132525321541703</id><published>2005-03-20T23:35:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-03-20T23:57:33.220+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Well slap my ass and call me frank!</title><content type='html'>In what era was it no longer considered acceptable to hit women????&lt;br /&gt;I know it was definately before my time....or so i thought....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes &lt;strong&gt;MIC&lt;/strong&gt; was seeing someone of late, a relationship which looked somewhat promising...but soon delved into paranoia, obsession and violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True &lt;strong&gt;DeliHunni&lt;/strong&gt; had mentioned to me that this man seemed to be somewhat possesive, but being the dumb female (never quote me on that!) that i am saw it as a loving thing. Im sorry hunni, i should have listened alot sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the weekend off work, a fair bit of spare cash in hand so at last minute decided to be romantic and travel over to &lt;em&gt;Melb&lt;/em&gt; (my city of choice) to see &lt;strong&gt;LaBogan. &lt;/strong&gt;All went as well the first day, but by the second i was in fights about how i dont care, how i want a threesome with his room-mate, how im in love with my 50 yr old english friend, how i should be ashamed to want a euro passport, how i shouldnt be allowed out to visit some other friends on my own, how i should be ridiculed for being a wog! The list goes on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was making me sick and therefor devoiding me of any sex drive after about 24 hrs of setting foot in &lt;em&gt;Melb&lt;/em&gt;. Not only this, i was not once taken anywhere over the weekend and believe my saturday was spent watching DVD's and my Sunday spending 4 hrs watching lawn bowls!!!! And yes i still stand by it is an oldie sport which should be left at that.&lt;br /&gt;On top of this, i had to pay for most things, including mine and &lt;strong&gt;LaBogan's&lt;/strong&gt;. Which left me to spend $40 of my couple of hundred budget spending money. This irritated me more than most because my main purpose most times to be in Melb is to shop, and anyone that knows me well enough will understand that to take my spending money away from me is not smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i thought ok as a boyfriend this man would at least shout me a couple times since i spent over half of my weeks wage to get there short notice and also maybe take me out to a few places i wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;Now i dont mean to sound stereotypical, but there is a human instinct that a woman will choose a man that proves to be capable of providing for her. When im paying most expenses, not being entertained and being verbally abused day in day out, the attraction there dwindles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hit a high on the Sunday night when i was taken to the dirtiest, boganesk excuse for a pub to shoot some pool, in a suburb i later found out to be quite dodgy. The only solution to ensure a good night???? Drink. Drink much alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lead to another fight wen back at the house, I had simply had enough and went to walk out, was shoved on the bed, and wen the second attempt was made a swift &lt;em&gt;back hander&lt;/em&gt; to my cheek was made......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up with an older bro who can whoop me in 3 mins, i dont stand and take it...... I went balistic! Stated that if he was to touch me again he'll feel it. Well. He did. Thats when for the first time in my 19yrs of life, I have actually hit someone and meant it. And. It felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This saw the end of the relationship for me, and luckily the next day my knight in shining armour who i still love and adore as much as the first day i met him sweeped me away and saved me. &lt;strong&gt;MelbMrBig&lt;/strong&gt; is an old flame of mine that has never died and the few times that we get to see each other seem to be a lifetime in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not detail, but this man went out of his way to help me, and i am forever grateful for his kindness and his support. It's not every person that shows that sort of selflessness and I will repay him one day. Just know that i still love you as much as ever, and that you were right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing changes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-111132525321541703?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/111132525321541703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=111132525321541703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/111132525321541703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/111132525321541703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2005/03/well-slap-my-ass-and-call-me-frank.html' title='Well slap my ass and call me frank!'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-110991743679815916</id><published>2005-03-04T16:25:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-03-04T16:53:56.803+10:30</updated><title type='text'>She's Back......and Pissed Off!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>well well, sorry i have been absent so long.... I've had a few complaints as late, but really the past couple of weeks has been amazing, and lots of stories to tell u all.....but for now there is one thing, one thing that has pushed little &lt;strong&gt;MIC&lt;/strong&gt; over the edge to the point i went to management....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its name???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FuzzBallWrinkleFace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise known as my new manager, this woman has redefined what i thought a BAD manager was...&lt;br /&gt;Now if u read my column religiously then you will know that most managers that come to my department are not well liked....but tolerated. They had areas to improve on but on the whole probably kept the department in tact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman has absolutely no clue as how to run the section, she blantently takes her time or acts oblivious to the tasks that her title quite clearly state....and as for a manager, I think most could say that they see her actually IN her section for no more than half an hour of their entire shift....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With minimal background training, and no team management skills whatsoever, this &lt;strong&gt;FuzzBallWrinkleBum&lt;/strong&gt; has got herself off to a great start at her new job which why it was allocated to such a dimwit i will never know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only has she completely disregarded any attempt i have made at informing her of my regular hours, the hours i prefer to work and even the extra hours i was willing to take on...... she has now held it in her unfortunate power to relieve me of my supervisor duties...... To &lt;strong&gt;Where's Wally&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! Someone almost as incompetant as her!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This upset me to no end as i have been an employee at this workplace for roughly four years and have been a supervisor for well over a year.....&lt;strong&gt;Where's Wally&lt;/strong&gt; on the other hand, has been a SHOCKING supervisor for only a few months..... Now u prob think i say this out of anger, but no, there are many employees at my work that can vouch for the stupidity of persons mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed rude, unfair and a complete lack of respect on her behalf to me as i was more qualified, more preferred and for fuck sakes they were my usual shifts that he was getting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i did not want any of this I went to see one of the managers this morning and told him my issue, and secondly that she had no real legitimate reason to give me for this change except 'thats just how its worked out.'&lt;br /&gt;He stated that i talk to her about it, and if im still unhappy to speak to him about moving departments. Well it didnt even get that far, before i was told by &lt;strong&gt;SupaFly&lt;/strong&gt; that she had asked another untrained employee (sorry hun, i luv u i do, and take the job, im just coming from my point of view) if she would like to be trained up to take my job basically.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Off...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped my shit, went out the back to try hold back the tears but i could no longer. It hurt. It hurt real bad. I had never felt so disrespected in my life! Luckily &lt;strong&gt;DeliHunni &lt;/strong&gt;was there to support me and try and cheer me up. But i had had enough.....wen she called me into the office to 'talk' i was ready to say thats it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I constantly asked her for a legitimate reason as to why i was being replaced by an untrained staff member, wen my availability is higher than hers, and my experience being the obvious one!&lt;br /&gt;I got no legitimate answer apart from 'thats what i've decided.'&lt;br /&gt;This is wen i clued on to it that this was becoming more personal. So i asked once more, and she then stated that it also had to do with 'personal performance.'&lt;br /&gt;I clicked. i stated that it was a personal attack as my performance levels, on record even show that i am a more competant worker who is of more help to other departments as well. So sorry hun, strike two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally she came out with the third bullshit comment of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i feel the others need to have a turn.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mickey Mouse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (oh what an appropriate term for this woman!) business are you trying to run here?&lt;br /&gt;Supervising is not something to share around the group! Its not show and tell (which i can see is your favourite game) It is something given to your more experienced and reliable staff!!!! Which is why i have been doing it for so fucking long!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;You know what.....go for it, if u think it's going to work..... Cause i'll be right there watching when u burn out.... Maybe then you could say you actually have learned and now gained a little experience on how to pick a brown noser!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then stood up, stated that i believe her actions were wrong, that she gave me no legitimate reason except a personal attack as to her decision and therefor i simply walked out and said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I no longer work for u. Bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the manager and he has told me to speak to the&lt;em&gt; bigboss&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow about transferring to another section.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope u have fun covering all my shifts next week as i no longer am working them, and i hope your &lt;strong&gt;HOPELESS&lt;/strong&gt; plan to &lt;strong&gt;RUN&lt;/strong&gt; your section works out for u.... Im on to bigger and better things this yr anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry readers......back to cheery &lt;strong&gt;MIC&lt;/strong&gt;.........................now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-110991743679815916?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/110991743679815916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=110991743679815916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/110991743679815916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/110991743679815916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2005/03/shes-backand-pissed-off.html' title='She&apos;s Back......and Pissed Off!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-110679051055946675</id><published>2005-01-27T13:17:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-27T13:04:10.936+10:30</updated><title type='text'>I dont wanna be anything other than what i been trying to be lately!!!!</title><content type='html'>Right i have been holding off on this person for a while now, but their fucking self obsorbed, hidden insecurity, attempt at being a SNAG opinions have just fucked me right off!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scarface&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, as it fits so well, is an internet friend of MIC from Canberra. Now ladies i ask you....we talk of how we want a man to be more understanding of our feelings, and would a little more romance help...but have you ever come across that guy who thinks he understands our feelings better than us and takes romance to that all cringe worthy level of a Jane Austin novel??? The guy you just look at and say 'Hunni you are TOO intouch with your feminine side, GROW SOME BALLS!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the kinda men that make our above requests a contradiction because wen we come across them, we want the opposite...and then ofcourse there comes the typical 'Fkn females...You give them what they want and then they want something different!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;strong&gt;Scarface&lt;/strong&gt; has trapped me in debate after debate about women and in particular the women he is after.... What i mean by trapped is that ppl that know me well will know that if the topic of religion or the relationship between men and women come up....i cant sit back and ignore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is one of those men that think he knows more about what a woman wants than what an actual woman does..... He asks for my opinion to get the girls perspective and then completely dismisses  anything i say because he 'knows better.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i hear alot of you say, just stop talking to him....Truth is i cant. I love the debate. I did all through high school and nothings changed. My dad always brought me up to speak my mind when i dont agree with something (except when it comes to my mother) and its now ingrained in this small, but attractive mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry men, you will never know us better than we know us simply for the fact that if you did, there would be no interest anymore. The fun is in not knowing what is going to happen, not knowing what their thinking. If you figure us out, if you know what we would be thinking or what we were going to do where's the fun in that? Its like seeing an epic and already knowing the ending....whats the point in even trying?&lt;br /&gt;So take some comfort in that fact that being in the dark is all part of the game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scarface&lt;/strong&gt; is not a believer in this and pretty much has the ego in himself that he knows what a woman wants and will play his cards right to get her to fall for him.&lt;br /&gt;The woman he is after at the moment is well what can i say....in a word.....SKANK.&lt;br /&gt;A particular breed of women that you will definately not figure out let alone get her drooling at the sight of you...&lt;br /&gt;I took one look at this girl and thought, you have a better chance with Angelina Jolie than this chick....she is the kind of girl who would be a Car Mods promotion girl and go to all the AutoSalons in her little white shorts, busty t-shirt with her (soon to be) fake tits bursting out and her choc/vanilla hair extensions lining her over make-uped face....u get my drift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now no doubt this girl does have a heart and a mind, but when it comes to guys, she's there for the attention, men dont really phase her....until they stop droolin over her, then she will find an even more revealing outfit to get their attention back... If she was ever to fall for someone, he would have to be some adonis with a bigger ego than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scarface&lt;/strong&gt; is your mediocre clubbing wog. Nothing really different about him, not overly buff, not overly good looking, and for someone who has such an ego about himself...is unbelievably shy about getting this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is his tactic to get this girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first off he made her a cd to express his feelings and handed it to her friend to give to her.... Bust up No 1.&lt;br /&gt;A cd during a relationship...cute.... as a means to pick her up.....cheesy and unconfident (is that even a word?)&lt;br /&gt;Not only that he didnt even hand it to her himself....then he left it for her to decide.....when she finally did come up to say something, he said she was so happy she was lost for words..... I would be too cause the only words that would be going through my head would be cheesedick, hopeless romantic, have your balls dropped yet???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so im thinking he can redeem himself after this....now that she's spoken to him he could maybe ask for a number and go out for drinks sometime.....No.&lt;br /&gt;Good old &lt;strong&gt;scarface&lt;/strong&gt; decides he's going to play the jealous approach and dance with another girl to show her that she better snap him up quick before some other girl gets him...... someone get me the Sale of the Century buzzer they use for an incorrect answer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you have just knocked urself back about 3 steps, if you were even up that high yet.... You give a girl a cd with the feelings that you 'supposedly' have for her on there and then when it comes to the crunch you show none of these feelings??? She's just going to see you as an insecure guy now who cant actually do things face to face and gets scared, and most probably in a relationship would be clingy....we steer clear of guys like you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this girl would have guy after guy staring at her at this club, and to her none of them are different...all too scared to actually approach her because their scared of getting shut down....&lt;br /&gt;Now ladies i dont know if you agree ( let me know) but if i was this chick....scrap the cd idea, way too 1920's serenade style, and simply walk right up to us and say hi, ask what we do, ask for our number and call us a few days later for a coffee.... act like you've got more confidence than us and we'll turn our head for you (dont be a cocky SOB tho)...otherwise if your going to be just another guy that sleazes on to us, or does everything afar as if to almost test the water before jumping in.....then we'll just yawn and start picturing Antonio Banderas in our heads again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarface you got it all wrong. You've taken romance to the wrong level, and you perception on women is completely screwed....how do i know this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you claim to know exactly how to play them....Why is this chick not drooling at ur feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id say your a semi good looking guy who hooked up with a hell hot chick one night and now has the ego that you could get that again. On the other hand your still the guy you were before with the insecurities and you cant fight that side of you...Secretly you know this chick is out of your reach and you choose to go for her because the shut down in a sick way feeds your insecurities and that gives you comfort....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try a nice girl &lt;strong&gt;Scarface&lt;/strong&gt;, from the moment i saw that girl i coulda told you no way.....U'd be suprised what a nice girl with a great personality can do for you....even make u happy :) Dont try to be anything but you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-110679051055946675?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/110679051055946675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=110679051055946675' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/110679051055946675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/110679051055946675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-dont-wanna-be-anything-other-than.html' title='I dont wanna be anything other than what i been trying to be lately!!!!'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-110609597227870094</id><published>2005-01-19T11:15:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-19T11:22:52.276+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Polling has begun!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Lads! We need your input into this!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'How many of you out there enjoy, have tried, or would like to try anal with the ladies?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close workmate of mine &lt;strong&gt;Hoogster&lt;/strong&gt; has debated with me the amount of men that are into this phenomena of the millennium... I claim that at least 80% of men out there are intrigued at the idea and given the chance wouldn't mind slipping one behind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoogster &lt;/strong&gt;claims that this is not the case and is more that women want to try it than men.... now i agree there are alot of women out there wanting to get a stiff one up the backside (not including myself) but i still stick by my comment that more men want to try it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where we need ur input, guys leave a message for me stating whether u would be pro butt or anti butt....infact ladies can do the same, would like to see how many women still think like me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-110609597227870094?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/110609597227870094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=110609597227870094' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/110609597227870094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/110609597227870094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2005/01/polling-has-begun.html' title='Polling has begun!!!'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-110535133826507935</id><published>2005-01-10T20:00:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-10T20:32:18.266+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Wax on.....Wax off</title><content type='html'>What is with the female phenomena of 'hair removal'?&lt;br /&gt;It seems in our quest to be more desireable to the opposite sex we have pushed the pain barriers to remove all unsightly body hair that would on the off chance put them off. But then to screw with our heads more, you get the men that prefer hair, either groomed or full naturale!&lt;br /&gt;Is it really a necessity men??? Do we ask that u remove all hair from ur balls and ass crack???&lt;br /&gt;There are the wave of 'metro sexual' men out there that do this by choice anyway, but you wont hear too many women complaining about how much hair their man has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we obsess about that little patch of hair like oh shit, he wont touch me if he sees that. But as we know men as a creature....if sex is on the menu its gonna take alot of hairs in their food to put them off!&lt;br /&gt;I cant complain in this area, i am a self confessed hair removal addict. Not so much myself, i keep myself well groomed thank you, but i am now the waxer of most of my close friends, and even have gone so far as to be the sole care taker of DeliHunni's boy's (JetPilot) eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, how important is it to them?&lt;br /&gt;From all sources queried, it holds little importance at all....their mainly attracted to you as a whole and a little hair ain't going to deter them. They see it more as, it isnt their body so they have no right to say what you do with it.&lt;br /&gt;A little prickle on the legs = added sensation, a single X wax instead of a double = extra padding, arm fuzz = to keep warm.&lt;br /&gt;The only time that i believe they would do anything is when the perm can start to be plaited ladies! In that case i think even ourselves would want to check into the nearest beauty salon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So should our hair removal be for them? Or is it now just a case of feeling more comfortable and feminine hairless? If its a case of this, then ladies relax, when you see a little hair let it go a few weeks before frantically trying to cease its existance....its only doing what its born to do!&lt;br /&gt;Your not going to be any less attractive to yourself or anyone else if you have a little sandpaper growing on ur legs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the mission is to get myself to believe what i just wrote and overcome my obsession.... But i think mine is more with the act, its theraputic to rid of something unwanted more than the fact i have a problem with hair on ppl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-110535133826507935?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/110535133826507935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=110535133826507935' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/110535133826507935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/110535133826507935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2005/01/wax-onwax-off.html' title='Wax on.....Wax off'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-110506271491709689</id><published>2005-01-07T13:01:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-07T12:21:54.916+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, My Mistake!</title><content type='html'>I preach that it is simply too easy to cheat these days with the invention of the SMS etc etc.... But when these mistakes are made, even if its not cheating, are there circumstances to which forgiveness is allowed?&lt;br /&gt;Are mistakes simply a point of reference to where our boundaries lye? Simply its when we have taken it too far and offended another person, so in a way this statement is true. Some boundaries are just known as a general rule so over stepping them is even riskier, but some are up to the individual so therefore do we not need to make these mistakes once in order to know where this boundary lies?&lt;br /&gt;In a world now that is not so fussed with the idea of commitment, to a job, to a relationship, to a house, anything really. Where change is so frequent if you don't stop and look often enough a whole chapter has passed you by, it is too easy to make these mistakes, and what's worse is its even harder to see where these boundaries are now.&lt;br /&gt;Lets look solely into relationships here where most mistakes lye. Is there the forgivable mistake?&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people will state that if you abuse it you lose it. But is this really a realistic view in today's society?&lt;br /&gt;I agree on the terms that if your partner has been continuously heading over the barrier for months then yes this is not a forgivable mistake as they repeated it and therefore have not learned anything. In this situation, if forgiveness is given then this gives them free reign to walk all over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this mistake was once, and the partner was told by parties concerned. Then more thought needs to be taken into it. They stepped over the boundary that was not yet set and have realised they over stepped it. The rule of trial and error seems to be greatly accepted in all areas except relationships. Do we not need to make a few mistakes to learn and move on to make things better?&lt;br /&gt;Still in this situation I realise there are still some circumstances that are unforgivable, like sleeping with your best friend and similar, but there are situations in which you have to sit back and think, am I ready to throw away something on someone's mistake when im just as vunerable to make one too? Should I be on the moral high ground here, or is that being presumptuous?&lt;br /&gt;I say be more of a realist than romantic in this situation and really consider on whether their betrayal is REALLY something you cant get over before doing the all too familiar cocktail in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-110506271491709689?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/110506271491709689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=110506271491709689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/110506271491709689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/110506271491709689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2005/01/sorry-my-mistake.html' title='Sorry, My Mistake!'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-110456100784909934</id><published>2005-01-01T16:18:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2005-01-01T17:00:07.850+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Are you my Mr Big???</title><content type='html'>Firstly happy new year to u all!!!!!!!! i hope your night was full of random drinks, random hook ups and random shoes at the end of the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new year is meant to be a fresh start, an excuse to finally get rid of the baggage you've been to scared to in the last year. Its meant to close the door on unfinished business and put the faith into you that this year things will be better...&lt;br /&gt;New years eve started out as usual...had to work till 9:30 which sucked but soon after had my gorgeous &lt;em&gt;LittleBlackDress&lt;/em&gt; on and was heading into the city with my army mates....&lt;br /&gt;Ending up at the bay for midnight and waiting an obscene amount of time to get into &lt;strong&gt;Pier&lt;/strong&gt; to see &lt;strong&gt;DeliHunni&lt;/strong&gt;, the night finally began to liven up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BustAMove&lt;/strong&gt; was across the lobby at &lt;strong&gt;SolBar &lt;/strong&gt;so he came to join us for a while....&lt;br /&gt;Do all relationships die hard? Or is it only a certain few that have taken that secret part of us we didnt even know we had? Why is it he is still the only man who can steal my breath by just walking in the room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i fall for him alot harder than i thought i did???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see him at work and thats fine, i see him sunday nights and by habit i just want to put my hand on his leg or give him a little kiss when he takes a good shot, but i have to pull myself back everytime. I saw him last night and I couldnt do it. Everything from the past 6 months had come rushing back to me in the span of about 5 seconds, it almost stung. No it wasnt the alcohol talkin at the time as i had only had one so far.&lt;br /&gt;He fits so right to me it makes me sick inside. It makes me wonder, in order to have such intense feelings one way, must it not be returned in some way? Or am i just another sad case of the obsessed ex?&lt;br /&gt;It didnt end because the feelings werent there. It ended because the feelings WERE there and that would inevitably spell disaster. So is it a case of &lt;strong&gt;BustAMove&lt;/strong&gt; really being my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Big&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?(if your not a sex &amp; the city viewer, that will not make sense)&lt;br /&gt;Someone that is so right for me yet so bad for me at the same time. Someone that doesnt treat me the best yet i cant get enough of him? The man that fits into my mould but is the wrong flavour. The man I would drop any relationship for. The one that is in the right place and the &lt;em&gt;'never can be'&lt;/em&gt; time...&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that probably shouldnt have taken place but wouldnt change if i could go back was the kiss.... yes to ensure these thoughts even more there was an almost &lt;em&gt;'for old times sake'&lt;/em&gt; kiss, that could only be justified last night as it was NYE. Its what i missed most really, the closeness. The touch that feels SO right that its almost as if you were born to just touch them.&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, as drunk as i may have been, i cried.... Yes.....I know......&lt;strong&gt;MIC&lt;/strong&gt; has finally cried over a man... Even today in my sober state, my eyes were stil welling....&lt;br /&gt;This is once the girl who was not one for commitment, who would rather see men, have fun and not be tied down by someone that i would probably be sick of in a months time. Someone who was once notoriously single for nearly 2 years in which time was sadly set up that many times by her friends with guys that all fell short of the plank. Yes i guess you could say i was somewhat of a player, but it goes to show that a player is still out there looking for someone like the rest of you. Difference is they choose to have their fun along the way. But you can turn them, when they've been hit by someone thats it, they will suddenly become the &lt;em&gt;Saint Mary&lt;/em&gt;. I know what your saying, thats not true my boyfriend was a player and he really loved me but still cheated cause he couldnt change his ways. Im sorry but sadly you werent the one to hit him. You had the potential, dont get me wrong, but you didnt make his head spin enough so that it sat straight again. I am now living proof.&lt;br /&gt;Before &lt;strong&gt;BustAMove&lt;/strong&gt;, i would date guys, but would never stop looking. Once he came into the picture, i didnt notice whether it was a male walking past or a donkey. I wanted nothing but him, if something happened in my day i wanted to run to him before &lt;strong&gt;DaWogs&lt;/strong&gt; (big ask), if i was doing anything, i would want to do it with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was bad for me from the beginning and always will be, it hurts and tears me apart every day and i do cry, I still will a few more times i imagine but i never regret anything that has happened in the past 6 months. I know there is something in him too when i look at him but i will never really know what it is, and I prefer it to stay that way. If i knew either way it would kill me more. Do people create a bubble in order to distort their own reality? Always. Denial is the easiest way to accept.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has proved to me more than last night, that I have never loved a man that much and can only pray that someday someone kills me like that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-110456100784909934?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/110456100784909934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=110456100784909934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/110456100784909934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/110456100784909934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2005/01/are-you-my-mr-big.html' title='Are you my Mr Big???'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-110437419932485226</id><published>2004-12-30T13:48:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2004-12-30T13:06:39.326+10:30</updated><title type='text'>To Butt, or not to Butt!</title><content type='html'>Has the millennium brought on a new sexual catwalk? Has the term any hole's a goal become all too familiar? It seems that now that the standard bedroom antics have become some what like the teletubbies. Good for the beginner but when u've grown up South Park is the way to entertain!&lt;br /&gt;Anal. Not only does the word not sound inviting, it seems to also put the fear of life into most women faced with it. Ok I generalise. There are women out there who love it, some even demand it and will not have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;At what stage did men suddenly cross that fine homo/hetro line and decide the 'anal with a woman' fantasy is up there with the strict school teacher and naughty school girl?&lt;br /&gt;I am a proud member of the virgin butt club, and continue to be for many years, but I was faced with the question in a quite compromising position the other night. He was persistent but why could I not push that barrier? Have I hit my sexual exploration limit and now can be thrown out with the leftovers? Will women like me no longer be desired as a new wave of females embrace this reverse penetration?&lt;br /&gt;The idea of having a man sticking his (in this case) quite oversized member into something that wont even handle constipation is somewhat out of the question here. Understandably it is enjoyable for the homosexual community as this is where their O spot exists, but I still fail to see where women get the enjoyment out of this position. Is it not just another tactic to satisfy the man we're with? If your man asked you to head into the toilet straight after him and handle some of his remains, would u do it?&lt;br /&gt;It further more proves that this is still a mans world, where sexual limits are null and void in a mans brain, but somewhat reserved in a woman's. We are still being dominated to the point where they can literally shove it up our arses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-110437419932485226?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/110437419932485226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=110437419932485226' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/110437419932485226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/110437419932485226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/12/to-butt-or-not-to-butt.html' title='To Butt, or not to Butt!'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-110324765410420788</id><published>2004-12-17T11:59:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2004-12-17T12:10:54.106+10:30</updated><title type='text'>A salute...</title><content type='html'>I smile as i see you,&lt;br /&gt;You reassure me.&lt;br /&gt;The small talk, the intentions,&lt;br /&gt;Hit as you walked in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so long I've wanted this,&lt;br /&gt;I feel u did too.&lt;br /&gt;How can i know you,&lt;br /&gt;Ur not a part of my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We carry on, desperately alone,&lt;br /&gt;Yearning to touch and hold.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the rush comes,&lt;br /&gt;You are the one to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It grew and grew, unexpected in nature,&lt;br /&gt;To the point where i cant breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Without seeing your face,&lt;br /&gt;And aching inside to be touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is dying, the petals falling,&lt;br /&gt;My soul has been ripped.&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for you still,&lt;br /&gt;But reality has hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk to u and turn away,&lt;br /&gt;Walking with my back to the sun.&lt;br /&gt;U were the one, who did kill me,&lt;br /&gt;But where im gone, you are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-110324765410420788?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/110324765410420788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=110324765410420788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/110324765410420788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/110324765410420788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/12/salute.html' title='A salute...'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-110315863767909592</id><published>2004-12-16T11:26:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2004-12-16T11:43:57.616+10:30</updated><title type='text'>I choose SINGLE...</title><content type='html'>After days of weighing up what i wanted or who i wanted i have made my decision. Not only have the offers reached the level 10 mark, they are coming with more force and kindness.&lt;br /&gt;I have recently made the decision with my life to journey overseas and teach english, this ofcourse will be taking place in the next few months and Australia could be saying goodbye to &lt;strong&gt;MIC&lt;/strong&gt; as soon as april!!! I admit it is a little scarey that it will finally be over, and that i will be out there doing what i always wanted (travelling) all on my lonesome in places I could only ever see in pictures. But at the same time i have never been so excited!&lt;br /&gt;So this is why i am opting to stay single, as getting into something would not only be unfair to the other party, it may also sway my desire to move overseas. I know it probably sounds bad but i dont want to hold out from what i want to do because i dont want to leave a guy. At this age the chances of me finding the man i want to spend the rest of my life with in the next 4 months is highly unlikely, so i see no benefit in getting into something now. Id rather go out there, have a bit of fun for myself, maybe have a few flings but nothing exclusive, get some sexual satisfaction on this side for once! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making this decision has actually taken a weight off, i dont have to worry about what im doing or who i may be hurting in the process.... China, Japan, Indonesia here i come!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-110315863767909592?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/110315863767909592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=110315863767909592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/110315863767909592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/110315863767909592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-choose-single.html' title='I choose SINGLE...'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-110290778788154985</id><published>2004-12-13T13:26:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2004-12-13T13:46:27.880+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Bumper Sticker: Attention Men, She is Single!!!</title><content type='html'>There has always been the common myth that when you are single, all offers for casual sex,seeing each other, deep meaningful relatioship or even re-enactment of Paris' porn video seem to suddenly vanish. Then when you settle for the one person that has showed interest in the past 6 months you tell yourself this is the person i've been waiting for, it was meant to be. Sadly, no huni. Thats your desperation from being lonely for so long talking.&lt;br /&gt;Then to fuck with your head even more what happens? It seems all these hidden offers seem to come rushing back right? Is this some kind of sick joke a higher power is playing on us? Or is it simply these days going for the unattainable is the preferred option as that leaves us free of any obligation?&lt;br /&gt;So now i ask the question, what the hell has happened to me in the past 2-3 weeks??? It seems my life has played role reversle. It seems during my relationship with BustAMove all offers were null and void, now that im wearing the all too familiar single badge again, it has been offer after offer, from parties that i would never have even considered!&lt;br /&gt;Not that im necessarily complaining as this is probably the way i would prefer it, but now im in the dilemma of what avenue do i go down??? This week is gonna be testing i can feel it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-110290778788154985?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/110290778788154985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=110290778788154985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/110290778788154985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/110290778788154985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/12/bumper-sticker-attention-men-she-is.html' title='Bumper Sticker: Attention Men, She is Single!!!'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-110248918962857392</id><published>2004-12-08T16:55:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2004-12-08T17:29:49.626+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Sex, Lies and Cigarette Smoke...</title><content type='html'>Anyone reading my blog from entry to entry will remember the article titled 'Why do these people exist?' It ofcourse stated my new found lack of trust in the opposite sex and their faithfulness to one woman with a little too close to home examples.&lt;br /&gt;Yet again my feelings have been reassured and i now ask has the millinea brought on a new wave of relationships? Where even a steady bond is open to interpretation? Are we now in the era where knight in shining armours are probably more likely to show on the front of your cereal box than at your door?&lt;br /&gt;It seems that today, even the word casual is being taken too casually. Marriages are now something that should be displayed in a musuem to display what people of generations ago ritualised. And still there is that concept of arranged marriages going around!! Excuse me for being um maybe 'of this time!' One) that was something of the 40's if that and Two) we live in what is considered one of the most culturally diverse countries of the world, people come to us to escape there prejudice lifestyles, and we pride ourselves on having the freedom to make our own choices. I could go on, but thats another entry all together...&lt;br /&gt;What are we doing with our interactions? People are desperately trying to find that happiness that they stumble and fall for anything that slightly resembles that dream. Cheating is now as forgiveable as not returning a phone call, and the methods of breaking up have become so easy i was told of one on an answering machine message the other day.&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you gone through that stage where you find one but they dont want something serious, then you meet someone that wants something and your not interested? Ever get the feeling we're part of a stand up comedy act for some higher power?&lt;br /&gt;Internet is somewhat a contributor of this, its become that easy to form a 'deep' relationship without ever meeting the person, where SMS flirting has taken over any other intentional communication known to man. Jeez there's even SMS dating on tv! What next, date chips inserted in the brain so that you both dont have to leave the couch to interact?&lt;br /&gt;Have we all become that self involved and recluse that normal social interaction is being exchanged for a swing back chair, instant coffee, black eye circles and typing ache in the hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder its so easy to cheat when you can just message the person and the possibility of being caught (if done right) is minimal. Im not going to say im entirely innocent of this sin. I was seeing a guy that had a girlfriend, who i knew, the issue was that i was told they were broken up and to not say a word. I later found out this was a lie and cut all ties. But still the unknowing guilt was there seeing her face. I guess he was more to blame, but it reassures me that infidelity isnt for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon i believe the idea of monogamy and marriage will become extinct and we will move back more to our animalistic side, when the mating call is made, then its all on baby. We will go around, mating with the other sex with no conscience of cheating and do what the animals do, reproduce for the sake of survival, not feelings....&lt;br /&gt;what a sad, sad time that will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-110248918962857392?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/110248918962857392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=110248918962857392' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/110248918962857392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/110248918962857392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/12/sex-lies-and-cigarette-smoke.html' title='Sex, Lies and Cigarette Smoke...'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-109798279167189733</id><published>2004-10-17T13:07:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-11-03T16:56:38.870+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Shenanigans...</title><content type='html'>Well it came, it conquered, and it left us all with that dreadful after taste of one too many CC and cokes and a throat that will never forgive us for the chain smoking of packets and packets of 'dunni blues'. Yes my birthday went off in the end, but not without its dramas in the beginning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My actual birthday was on Friday and i just had a few friends around as my family decided they didnt wanna celebrate till the following day...... was a good nite, watch a comedy, drank my everlasting supply of alcohol and over indulged in the richest &lt;em&gt;banana caramel pie&lt;/em&gt; i have ever tasted! Except one person didnt show....didnt call or msg....didnt even acknowledge it was my birthday....sadly the much adored &lt;strong&gt;BustAMove&lt;/strong&gt;.... :(&lt;br /&gt;so the nite ended in tears...me cuddled up in the foetal position and the support of my closest friends. not a good start to what was meant to be one of the biggest wknds for a long time! so i msg'd what i was thinking and went to bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next morning didnt improve much either.....my family nagged me from the moment i got up and then proceeded to show their anglo-saxon ways wen i decided to choose a little something different for lunch and head to Adelaide's elite greek restaurant &lt;strong&gt;Eros&lt;/strong&gt;. They stared at the menu as if every ingredient was some foreign food from a galexy far far away....even suggested moving to the &lt;em&gt;'everyone can trust penne al pollo'&lt;/em&gt; italian cafe. i was rightly fuked off that they didnt bother to take the greek title away and see that it was simply a chicken dish with some vegetables....not much unlike the dishes served across the road at the cafes. But they all bit their tongues and ate this 'way out' cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with the awkward family shenanigans out of the way the rest of my day was looking up... dropped &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile&lt;/strong&gt; home to get ready and i did the same....unfortunately i was ready in about half an hour and &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile&lt;/strong&gt; wasnt...&lt;br /&gt;So after we both got our hair done by &lt;strong&gt;TheHairdresser&lt;/strong&gt; (stunnigly mite i add) we headed for town for the dinner....&lt;br /&gt;After failed brake lights the girls went straight to the cafe as we were running late and i went to park my baby in dads office and proceed to walk thru the city in an outfit way too 11pm for 6pm! But a stunning dress none the less...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at the most unexpected time, BustAMove calls, upset....&lt;br /&gt;He apologised for the blatently disgusting and direspectful behavious of the last few days, and was a little cut up to know he brought down my birthday...i started to cry but didnt want to mess the carefully constructed make up so tried to lighten the conversation...he stated that he understands if i never want him in my presence again, and i may have wanted to say that the night before, but i had cooled down.... I told him, in order to redeem himself he should get to the restaurant asap! and look as sexy as i did! (big hint for the suit to come out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived to a long table of smiling faces and repeated &lt;em&gt;Happy Birthdays&lt;/em&gt; from my closest, favourite ppl.... was given the most bizarre gift of a bag of peanuts and after countless distractions finally settled on sharing a chicken foccacia with &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile&lt;/strong&gt;..... none of which i ate from the copious amounts we consumed at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;More people arrived and then more than i thought so the table was extended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BikeCutie&lt;/strong&gt; (workmate) arrived with his girlfriend and what seemed to be 2 bike helmets! I have been pressing this man for over 4 months to take me for a ride, but he always claimed he didnt have another helmet! hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dinner got under way and the stragglers arrived....me, &lt;strong&gt;SupaFly&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;DeliHuni&lt;/strong&gt; were outside wen &lt;strong&gt;BustAMove&lt;/strong&gt; was walking down Rundle, and may i say looking fiiiiinnnneeee!!!!! The girls were like ok be strong, angry &lt;strong&gt;MIC&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;But i couldnt! Not wen he looked that good! Infact never! I can never get angry at this man! Everytime he fucks me over i can never get angry, mind u it takes me quite a bit to get angry but i just cant with him! God if he was another guy, i woulda said cya by now as my tolerance for difficult men is minimal....&lt;br /&gt;The girls knew i wouldnt get angry but he knew i was hurt....i cant look at him wen he's hurt me...&lt;br /&gt;The present was maybe a slight consolation with a gift pack &lt;em&gt;ralph&lt;/em&gt; set... cant complain with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the awkwardness left and everything was how it usually was....after chit chat, photos, an interrupted D&amp;M where a slightly &lt;em&gt;rosey &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MIC&lt;/strong&gt; spilled her heart to her man and a half assed speech we decided to head to London Tavern for the best part of the night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone walked.....hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except me! &lt;strong&gt;CutieBike&lt;/strong&gt; took me for a cruise thru the city an then to designated club as  a birthday present.....not forgetting that &lt;strong&gt;MIC&lt;/strong&gt; was wearing a dress! Not as tragic as i thought it would be...everything held in place, especially my face squashed in a slightly under sized helmet. I screamed, i cheered, i oi'd a few ppl down Hindley and had an uncontrollable instinct to ram as far forward as i can....sorry &lt;strong&gt;CutieBike&lt;/strong&gt;, it wasnt implying i wanted to rape u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The club was great! Got there and alot of the ppl that couldnt make dinner were already there....drinks were shouted from the moment i walked in so u could probable guess that &lt;strong&gt;MIC&lt;/strong&gt; was quite intoxicated from an hour onwards....&lt;br /&gt;All was well, mixed with everyone, thats until....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, would u believe it! &lt;strong&gt;WhatsHerName&lt;/strong&gt; showed up! My hated boss, decided that she was suddenly a regular here and was dancing around us as if she didnt know! If i had had a few more in me i would have mocked her, but as she is my boss i must tread lightly....thats not to say that other ppl attempted....what had me in a gripe was wen she started talkin to everyone like 2m away from us....Then had the nerve next week to show up to work and claim that she went to her usual spot and everyone she hates was there! uh uh huni....u got it the wrong way round!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the night went on after that, she eventually left, me and &lt;strong&gt;BustAMove&lt;/strong&gt; had some serious pheramones floating around and some wild antics from the drunk work girls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually leaving at about 3:30am, tired, more toey than i can remember and dying to be near my bed we all got into&lt;strong&gt; BustAMove's&lt;/strong&gt; car    somehow....and headed home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fantastic night that can not be replayed, but can be attempted time and time again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is not for this page....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-109798279167189733?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/109798279167189733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=109798279167189733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/109798279167189733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/109798279167189733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/10/birthday-shenanigans.html' title='Birthday Shenanigans...'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-109745578458609839</id><published>2004-10-11T09:53:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-10-11T10:19:44.586+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Profiles Prt 2...</title><content type='html'>Ok so here are some more of the ppl close to &lt;strong&gt;MIC's&lt;/strong&gt; heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DeliHunni&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This vibrant young woman came to my work one day to be my new manager....as always the girls dread when they get a new boss....but this inspriration came through to be one of the most loved front end managers to enter our doors! She's kind, she's funny, she's a down right classic and has never had us workers working more productively....unfortunately...she moved to deli :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age: &lt;/strong&gt;22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Likes: &lt;/strong&gt;MIC, Supafly, Skin care, brand label accessories, Louis Vuitton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dislikes: &lt;/strong&gt;WhatsHerName, bitchyness, anyone messing with her girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What She Wants to Be:&lt;/strong&gt; Unfortunately this is not a question i can answer easily as we havent had that all important 'what do u want to be' discussion in our relationship yet. But what ever she does she always succeeds so i see more management in her future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote: &lt;/strong&gt;Heeeelllloooo....how r uuuu??? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Supafly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this wonderful person has been with me since i started working and has always been there for me, even stood up for me....i am her bitch!:P She has a great sense of humour and a no bullshit attitude towards life... She was a great manager but then also she moved away....should i be getting a hint here???? hehe&lt;br /&gt;She's always up for a good nite out and a smoke with &lt;strong&gt;MIC &lt;/strong&gt;where ever we may be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age: &lt;/strong&gt;22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Likes: &lt;/strong&gt;VT commodores, HR's, B&amp;H extra's, FUBU, french nails, impulse that 'apparently' smells like fly spray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dislikes: &lt;/strong&gt;ppl being dickheads, her brother going away, WhatsHerName, beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What She Wants to Be: &lt;/strong&gt;Yet again i have not had this discussion with her, i think it must be when you work with the person that question sort of seems irrelevant. From what we can suss out, we think she will be in some sort of businessy position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote: &lt;/strong&gt;Supafly!!!!! (waves suggestively)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SweetGem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIC and SweetGem go waaaaayyyy back....to when she was born really....being one year my junior she has always been that sort of little sister to me, we lived next door to each other for 12 years and i remember the days on the trampoline, or in the reserve....SG has now grown up to be a stunning little lady with that constant bubbly attitude she's known for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age: &lt;/strong&gt;18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Likes: &lt;/strong&gt;RosiSim (bf), MIC, fashion trends, drinking, drinking, and drinking, senna, playing holidays and supermarkets :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dislikes: &lt;/strong&gt;mean, nasty ppl, alcohol free parties, ex boyfriend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHat She Wants to Be: &lt;/strong&gt;Oh this girl will definately be in the spot light!!!! She breathes entertainment and will get into any of the areas of acting, singing or dancing....look out for this one on the red carpet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; I dont get it????...................................................Oh! hahahahahha good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that will do it for this week....stay tuned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-109745578458609839?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/109745578458609839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=109745578458609839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/109745578458609839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/109745578458609839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/10/profiles-prt-2.html' title='Profiles Prt 2...'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-109736847841764538</id><published>2004-10-10T09:39:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-10-10T10:04:38.416+09:30</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Enough!</title><content type='html'>Social Studies is probably the most interesting and rewarding subject i have taken this year.....and its impact on my view of the world has been quite substantial. I know i've got more than i bargained for from this subject and now have this ongoing burden to do more with myself....&lt;br /&gt;All year we have learnt of different countries around the world and their struggles. Most i knew something of, but when studied realised that most of us today have no f**king idea what is going on around us! Even in our own country!&lt;br /&gt;Projects that stand out in my mind were Burma: Land of Fear and The Russian/Chechyen crisis that has now resulted in the massacre of too many children. Both are extreme cases of how the Government has total control of its country and the people's efforts to overthrow the power....No doubt resulting in attacks, poor living conditions and the formation of rebel groups.&lt;br /&gt;I also took the time out to  watch a movie the other night that my immature, teenage mind only wanted to watch as it had my favourite star &lt;strong&gt;Angelina Jolie&lt;/strong&gt; in it.... Beyond Borders tells the story of a rich white girl who is faced with a aid worker and starts to grow a conscious of how things are in other parts of the world. She then makes it her duty to visit these places and try to help. This has a profound effect on her (and the viewer as the scenes are somewhat blunt) and she changes her job to become a UN embassador and helps her aid worker friends with supplies etc... I do not want to spoil the end of the movie but will tell you it is like my Social Studies year rolled into one, it shows conditions from africa, chechenya and vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is bliss, but now i have some knowledge in the area it kills me.... Im this little white girl in a well of middle class family....never have any finance issues, i take pride and wages on things like my hair and clothing etc....to what end? Nothing i have done has been of any great significance, I havent helped someone out there worse off than me that i dont even know! There are millions of kids out there in developing countries starving to death and it takes a minute effort from 'well off' people like us to help them! But still i dont want to make this minute effort! I want to do something substantial for these people, i want to be there, help them, do what these small percentage of amazing people called aid workers are doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how? I have looked around for an organisation that i can help....Youth with a Mission is the one that always pops up but unfortunately is a christian based organisation and anyone who knows &lt;strong&gt;MIC&lt;/strong&gt; will know shes far from religious!&lt;br /&gt;If anyone out there knows of someone i can contact, PLEASE leave me a message as i will be forever grateful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;br /&gt;The Spoilt Rich Kid that wants to do More...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-109736847841764538?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/109736847841764538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=109736847841764538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/109736847841764538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/109736847841764538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-not-enough.html' title='It&apos;s Not Enough!'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-109636467275945545</id><published>2004-09-28T18:26:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-09-28T19:17:12.570+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Profiles...</title><content type='html'>I have had the suggestion that i should make profiles of those most important to me on here..... So &lt;strong&gt;RedSquare&lt;/strong&gt;, here is ur request..... As the weeks pass there will be more and more added to the crew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This greko-aussie beauty has been a close friend of mine now for nearly 2 yrs, she is a realist and my fashion guru.....If it wasnt for her, the idea of outfit coordination would neva have taken my thoughts for my getting ready hours..... She has been my rock thru alot of the hard times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age:&lt;/strong&gt; 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Likes:&lt;/strong&gt; extremely good looking men, latest fashion trends, everything thats pink, all things spanish, accents, coffee's with urs truly, heaven and cargo's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dislikes: &lt;/strong&gt;fat of any kind, the concept of uni attendance, ugly ppl, bad fashion sense, attention being focused on someone else, anyone fuking with her girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What she wants to be: &lt;/strong&gt;aside from Eduardo Verastegui's wife she would like to get into Public Relations or be a social worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote: &lt;/strong&gt;YUUUUUUUUUKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is ur perfect example of the good, innocent daughter all grown up, in the past 9 months she has opened up immensly to be quite the striking, confident young woman! She is &lt;strong&gt;MIC&lt;/strong&gt;'s other best friend and has been there on multiple occasions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age:&lt;/strong&gt;18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Likes: &lt;/strong&gt;a good coffee, perfum or deoderant of any kind, stardust jewellery, BMW's, bocconcini, Heaven, apologising.....lol sori hun i had to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dislikes: &lt;/strong&gt;macaroni's, lights being left on, accounting, actually she doesnt dislike alot of things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What she wants to be:&lt;/strong&gt; any job that will pay for her much wanted BMW but specifically a Social Worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote: &lt;/strong&gt;Im sorry!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BustAMove&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is a man with an addictive personality, he's genuine, funny and not afraid to give u shit. His obsesion with sport is apparent from the moment u meet him and dont even try to join him on the dance floor as he will undoubtably show u up girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age:&lt;/strong&gt; 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Likes: &lt;/strong&gt;to dance to and like Michael Jackson and Usher, GOLF, sport of any kind, his culture, fashion and ofcourse &lt;strong&gt;MIC&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dislikes: &lt;/strong&gt;certain workmates, being ass raped, getting up early, playing badly at any sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What he wants to be: &lt;/strong&gt;He is still waiting for that multi million dollar idea to come to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; 'My ass is feeling pretty sore!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RedSquare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh im sure ur reading this hun saying.....no make the bad man stop!!! Well, what can i say, she has an ongoing energy that comes from no where, tells it how it is, loves to get her groove on on the wknds and has taught me to be comfortable with my own hornyness! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Age:&lt;/strong&gt; 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Likes: &lt;/strong&gt;Red Square, good looking and funny men, issey miyake, shimmer make up, RnB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dislikes: &lt;/strong&gt;fake ppl, show offs, ppl shouting her, bad sex, Madame Josephine waiters (well hate or like??), the bad man and skool work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What she wants to be:&lt;/strong&gt; She loves to act so im guessing an actress!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote: &lt;/strong&gt;'But i dont wanna!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they are the first 4 for now.....next week there will be more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-109636467275945545?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/109636467275945545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=109636467275945545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/109636467275945545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/109636467275945545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/09/profiles.html' title='Profiles...'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-109523008567920104</id><published>2004-09-15T15:42:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-09-28T18:26:13.606+09:30</updated><title type='text'>i just don't know....</title><content type='html'>I have been reading ova a few blogs recently and then over my own. Everyone has their little words of wisdom to say which they portray in stories or what have you, but today got me thinking. Why is it necessary to share these insightful words?&lt;br /&gt;Why does is intrigue people to learn little facts about someone elses life in hope that it will either amuse them, or maybe assist them in their own everyday dramas. This question i can not answer clearly and all suggestions will be read eagerly.....&lt;br /&gt;So i continue on my quest to mildly amuse u with my mundane but somewhat intriguing life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what good has happened to &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; of late???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one undeniable yet not understood fact is that wogs luv their hair. And sadly, I not being what u call a true wog, still have this obsession with mine. I wish to alter it, shorten it, lengthen it, colour it and style it in every angle possible, and then have the desire to do the same routine over again.....twice a day! Ok i dont go to this extreme but it is out there.&lt;br /&gt;I must say i am loving the current 'do', masterfully created by the one and only Hairdresser, &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile's&lt;/strong&gt; little sister.....&lt;br /&gt;I believe it has a dark, dark red brown colour as the base, with a array of blonde through most of the middle layer, and to top it off an infusion of BRIGHT reddy/pink on the top front half of my head.....with the colours of my last vendetta i also have some pale purple in sections so im just a rainbow of hair die!&lt;br /&gt;It does sound a little drastic and somewhat punky, but rest assured it isnt as crazy as it seems and actually looks quite funky/classy with a definite &lt;strong&gt;Hair Machine&lt;/strong&gt; ring to it! The layers have been chopped all over the place to bring out the blonde and i have to say from reviews it has got a 99% liking (the one 1% being my old skool choc father).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone that has been hanging around me for the past 2 months has witnessed my uncontrollable urge to shop, i cant help it, i think there was a 2 weeks period there where i couldnt stop! I have almost an entirely new wardrobe, and god knows how many bags!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am now addicted to fashion but opt to keep alot of my old stuff as to keep myself with reality....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atelier&lt;/strong&gt; is still undeniably my brand of choice, but if its fashion statements that u want cheap girls, &lt;strong&gt;tempt&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;valleygirl&lt;/strong&gt; do perfectly! Im loving the formal mixed with casual atm (eg. suit jacket with jeans) and have also started to rip up tops that i buy for like $10 and make them my own by adding a bit here and taking away a bit there.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes shock.....horror......&lt;strong&gt;MIC&lt;/strong&gt; has got into sport again! Well somewhat.... Pool is now my past time of choice, i play it at least 2-3 times a day i reckon and im loving it....it is somewhat therapeutic. &lt;strong&gt;BustAMove&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;MIC&lt;/strong&gt; have become part of a social league, there are pro's, 14 yr olds, some sweet afro's and a very creepy heaven goer who constantly swears. But it is a great way to unwind on a Sunday nite after a long day at work. Im getting alright and now at times can be a challenge for even my guru &lt;strong&gt;BustAMove.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What has been shitting me of late?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Playa's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These penis extension for a man types have rubbed me up the wrong way for the past month.....It seems to be encounter after encounter with ppl close to &lt;strong&gt;MIC&lt;/strong&gt; and quite frankly I've had it up to here with u guys! Get the f**k over urselves! I dont know whether ur conscious plays with u at all but u dont seem to register that u are hurting the person standing infront of u.....its because of U that they feel bad and wen ppl think back and remember u, associated words would be: scum, slut, man whore, cheap, sleazy, doomed to be lonely, good for nothing, asshole. This will prob not hit ur shallow one tracked minds until later in life, if ever, but i pray to god that some of realise the error of ur ways and reform urselves...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bosses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone that has spoken to me in the past month will know of my severe hatred of my boss &lt;strong&gt;WhatsHerName&lt;/strong&gt;.... she has pissed this little cutie off in the past numerous times and now has got to the point where i really cannot stand the sight of her and dread everytime i have to say hello..... She preaches about professionalism and appearance to customers yet is not a role model for either! None of her staff actually say that they like her, her social etiquette and lack of acceptable behaviour is appalling, especially for a &lt;em&gt;'Customer Service Manager.&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She has now stepped ova the line and has brought my personal life into our relationship and using it to get to me....this is unacceptable....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as u all know, i am seeing &lt;strong&gt;BustAMove&lt;/strong&gt; who is the fruit &amp;amp; veg manager at my work....from rumours around&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WhatsHerName&lt;/strong&gt; has a bit of a crush on him and in turn has been giving me the shits ever since she found out i got him.....yes hun thats right....I GOT HIM! I was content with this at first as it seems to just be a case of jealousy if anything, but now she has pushed my buttons!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went into work the other day to get myself some lunch with a monstrous hangover and went through &lt;strong&gt;BustAMove's&lt;/strong&gt; register, i picked the phone up to say hi to &lt;strong&gt;Supafly&lt;/strong&gt; and she cut sick! That nite as i came into work she drilled me from the word hello.....one about goin thru my bf's register, two picking up the phones wen i was in casuals.....now hun, ok if we go by the book i shouldnt have done either! But how much non cocher shit goes on at work??? Me and &lt;strong&gt;BustAMove&lt;/strong&gt; wouldnt have risked our jobs suddenly so i could get $2 off my bill hunni and please in casuals? U know i fuking work there and u didnt seem to have a problem wen i came in one nite in casuals and counted up all the money draws and bags and took them to the cash office did u??? No.....as i remember u were quite grateful!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now i could handle getting told off for this as she could clearly see the fuked off look on my face, but wen she came bak and talked to me whilst i was serving customers, well i coulda walked out right then! In the middle of serving someone she comes up and says 'what did i say to u before about BustAMove?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'That i cant go thru his register cause he's my bf?'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Yeah, so i didnt say cause ur fuking him right???'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could feel the blood boiling and the embarrassed blush filling my cheeks.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now ive got that bit of emotional drama off my chest i shall leave u with something i was told today which for some reason hit home quite sharply....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;'To be in love u open up the option to get hurt.....so if it doesnt hurt, its not love.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-109523008567920104?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/109523008567920104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=109523008567920104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/109523008567920104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/109523008567920104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-just-dont-know.html' title='i just don&apos;t know....'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-109461953642967765</id><published>2004-09-08T13:57:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-09-15T15:39:07.473+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Why Do These Ppl Exist???</title><content type='html'>Aite, i've had it up to here with men that have a complete lack of respect and absolutely no consideration for the women they invovle themselves with!!! Why do u shallow, simple minded, immature fucks still consider urselves &lt;em&gt;'what every woman wants.&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;Yes i've personally always wanted a man who:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calls on occasion, when it suits him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Magically doesnt carry his phone wen i want to call him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is sick on a regular basis (im talkin 3 times in about 2-3 weeks)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doesnt seem to have the time despite him not having a job, not goin to uni and a ego boost of a car that he seems to be driving in at all times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sexual experience that would make any woman think ur still a 14 yrold seeing his first pair of tits!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smooth lines wen u do call to reel me bak in. (Cheesy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dont know why u men think u have all it takes to be&lt;strong&gt; a playa,&lt;/strong&gt; to treat women the way u want and to think that ur that immaculate we will drool and bend down on our knees and scrub between the tiles for u! Hunni u aint &lt;strong&gt;Eduardo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Verastegui&lt;/strong&gt; and u neva will be.....come to grips with ur own hidden insecurities and start to realise that the saying &lt;em&gt;treat ppl the way u want to be treated&lt;/em&gt; actually has some substance to it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There has been some personal experiences with men of this type and let me tell u, no woman actually has any respect or confidence in the worth of ur being, u are a toy similar to the way u see the women that u use. Whats different is we dont take advantage of u, as u are too easy and show no potential. Now a close friend to &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; has been severly affected by one of these &lt;em&gt;'playa's'&lt;/em&gt; and now i am really ticked off and on a vendeta to bring down everyone of these low lifes that come my way. What makes this situation worse is I have known this man for some time and this behaviour has not only stunned me but made me feel somewhat ashamed of ever knowing u. U WERE HER FIRST! That is something that requires a little more consideration than ur average &lt;em&gt;'fuck.'&lt;/em&gt; She will remember ur sorry ass for the rest of ur life and im sure thats how u want to be remembered.....scum. U r the lowest form of this catagory of men and i hope wen judgement day comes, God throws u out with the rest of the garbage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;U types will be alone until u realise ur ways....ur young and i realise that commitment is about as desireable as a back, crack and sack wax but think about urself in 30 yrs.... those creepy older men with the red sports car, heading to places like&lt;strong&gt; Savvy's&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Mansions&lt;/strong&gt; to pick up younger vunerable woman to satisfy ur self image of &lt;em&gt;' I am still the sexiest man out there and i can still have u!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hunni we look at men like u and laugh....u havent grown up and while u still may get the easy girls or the ones on rebound, ur chances of ever getting and holding onto something quality decreases with each yr u decide to sleaze around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grow up, u can still have something casual but still be descent and respectful about it....not every girl is looking to settle down....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But if ur an arrogant prick then thats the way u will always be portrayed....now thats something u didnt write down on &lt;em&gt;ur dreams for the future&lt;/em&gt; in kindy was it???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-109461953642967765?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/109461953642967765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=109461953642967765' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/109461953642967765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/109461953642967765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/09/why-do-these-ppl-exist.html' title='Why Do These Ppl Exist???'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-109108236609523714</id><published>2004-07-29T15:23:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-07-29T15:56:06.096+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Da Wogs Move In....</title><content type='html'>It has happened! The pinical of our friendship has finally happened with &lt;strong&gt;Da Wogs&lt;/strong&gt; moving into my pad for 2 weeks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a week so far and has been absolutely awesome!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Everynite we make dinner for each other, food thats healthier than wen my rents are here mite i add, watch every &lt;em&gt;foreign film&lt;/em&gt; we can get our culturally intrigued hands on and then stumble off to our beds at around 2-3am......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first day that they are not around as they both have uni and thurs is one of my days off....i must say boredom is taking over my body and i think im starting to hear voices......I miss them and they have only been gone 4 hrs!&lt;br /&gt;What will happen wen this little holiday is over for us??? We wont be able to live without each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had a quite wknd in with videos, my MSN account and a few visitors...&lt;br /&gt;Shopping has become my new favourite activity and apologies to the young man that had to serve me and &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess&lt;/strong&gt; the other morning wen we were looking like we'd just been to a wknd rave....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Adelaide has no water restrictions (i think) as the amount of dishwashing and washing machine loads i have to do every day is unbelieveble for three little ethnics!!!!! But i have kept the house at an acceptable standard thank you very much mum and papa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all girls will agree with me wen i say that&amp;nbsp;Tuesday nite was fantastic!!!!! With &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie's&lt;/strong&gt; new hair cut looking fly we were chilling at mine with a great pasta dish made by me and &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile&lt;/strong&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;The girls had to go to &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile's&lt;/strong&gt; sisters model shoot so i chilled at home with &lt;strong&gt;BustAMove&lt;/strong&gt; watching the classic &lt;strong&gt;Robin Williams Live&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The girls got home about 9:30 and went straight to my msn account and thats where they stayed all nite, me and &lt;strong&gt;BustAMove &lt;/strong&gt;cuddled on the couch for wat seemed forever, i was so comfy i nearly fell asleep and as he had to get up at 5am for work we decided to crash.....I had temporarily moved into my rents king sized bed so there was room.....Not that we got to sleep till about 2am ;) ;) ;) now now, it was all innocent!!!! Im serious, and it was one of the best times ive had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That did not last wen 2:30am &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess&lt;/strong&gt; stormed in to tell us of her rantings to one of my online aquanttances like i said she would.....then we dozed off again to be woken up at around 3am by the sound of the door bell.....I walked out the room screaming &lt;em&gt;'WTF is going on???'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a man standing in the lounge room wearing wat i thought was the exact same outfit as BustAMove and therefor thought it was him.....Please logic doesnt come into it at 3am wen u've been woken up!! He was still lying in the bed where i left him....So who was it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None other than &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile's&lt;/strong&gt; boy &lt;strong&gt;Integra&lt;/strong&gt;. I apologised for my rudeness and the shocking state i was probably looking at that time of the morning and attempted in my waking state to welcome him..... He had come to spend the nite with &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile&lt;/strong&gt;...hehe;)&lt;br /&gt;I do apologise guys, my single bed musn't have left u guys much room to move or sleep, but the biggest bed in the house was already taken ;) After commenting that this was the sweetest thing he had done i went bak to bed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; 5am i was up again to see &lt;strong&gt;BustAMove&lt;/strong&gt; off to work... After a fashion statement with a belt and an adorable farewell from him i then jumped ontop of &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess &lt;/strong&gt;in bed and she proceeded to wack me away as she assumed i was an intruder trying to have my way with her!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out for what was the earliest smoke i have ever had and then went bak to bed with &lt;strong&gt;DGG&lt;/strong&gt; and a much needed hot choc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGThatSmile came in at about 9am as she could not sleep and wanted to talk of the nite's happenings, this was not going down well with DaGreekGoddess and we went bak to sleep....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was first up and had a sudden urge to house clean and then as the rest got up me and&lt;strong&gt; DGG&lt;/strong&gt; went to do the shopping as &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Integra&lt;/strong&gt; relaxed in the lounge..... a bum day until &lt;strong&gt;BustAMove&lt;/strong&gt; came bak later and chilled while i went to work and then after i came bak.....ahhh wat a sight to come home to!!!!!!!! :D:D:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets say last nite was stuffed went to bed early and tonite i will be up with the best of them......Ah another week to go!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tchau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. YES!!!!!!!! Trevor fucking won BB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-109108236609523714?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/109108236609523714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=109108236609523714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/109108236609523714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/109108236609523714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/07/da-wogs-move-in.html' title='Da Wogs Move In....'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-109045664890869144</id><published>2004-07-22T09:34:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-09-16T14:08:56.893+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Insert Mildly Amusing Title Here...</title><content type='html'>This week has been somewhat bizarre, there have been good times, sad times and times wen ive wanted to smack someones head gently against the nearest brick wall, but i have to say what an interesting week it was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Work Party for starters. Not only did the dreaded boss &lt;strong&gt;WhatsHerName&lt;/strong&gt; wear the exact same fuking outfit as me, she decided this was a chance to start over and bond....in other words no one else was being socialable with her so she stuck to me like a bad smell....Mite i add that my little number was pulled off exceptionally better than urs!!! (pokes her tongue out)&lt;br /&gt;It was a good nite but by the end of the nite i had every work mate current, past and possible future coming up to me 'subtly' and asking 'so whats goin on with you and&lt;strong&gt; BustAMove&lt;/strong&gt; hey hey???' while causing maybe permanent bruising to my left side from all the &lt;em&gt;wink wink nudge nudges&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's not something i want to discuss with everyone at work as it is infamous for its gossiping.....the closest to &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; are well informed and thats the way it should be....i know whats goin on and so does he, the only 2 that need to know all details....ok with the exception of &lt;strong&gt;DaWogs&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;DeliHunni&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Supafly&lt;/strong&gt;. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened next???&lt;br /&gt;Well i ended up seeing an ex of mine &lt;strong&gt;AssCrack &lt;/strong&gt;for the first time in about 6 months and he was ah....yeh.....the same, and yes still keen to 'hook up'. This disgusted me to no end simply because if i was still keen to 'hook up' i wouldnt have broken up with u hun! Lets say i have not replyed to any messages and the bizarre chance meeting at Aus's fav fast food was enuf &lt;strong&gt;AssCrack&lt;/strong&gt; to last me at least another 2-3 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bit of an emotional rollercoaster week what was my solution for some relaxation????&lt;br /&gt;Get &lt;strong&gt;DaWogs&lt;/strong&gt;, get sexy and go to town! No not a home made porn....&lt;br /&gt;Me and &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile&lt;/strong&gt; dragged &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess&lt;/strong&gt; into the city for a nite of bar hopping, endless shots and some pretty shocking drunken wog dancing from the 3 of us...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to &lt;strong&gt;Fumo's, The Stag, Savvy's great barman! and Daniel at The London Tavern&lt;/strong&gt; for putting up with a group of young, extremely good looking and very vunerably drunk girls....&lt;br /&gt;An amazing nite than only comes once every so often and to share it with my girls was perfection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now my rents have gone on holidays so it means chill, relax, party and shag like a minx for this cutie.....well prob not the latter but it'll be a mad time none the less... The car is filled, theres cash in hand and its my party so i'll cry if i want to!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna pop round, u got my no.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that should keep u for a few days at least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on the saga of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DaWogs Moving In&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wen i return....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tchau!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Muito Obrigado to &lt;strong&gt;BustAMove&lt;/strong&gt; for my &lt;em&gt;Von Dutch&lt;/em&gt; hat! Mwa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-109045664890869144?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/109045664890869144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=109045664890869144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/109045664890869144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/109045664890869144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/07/insert-mildly-amusing-title-here.html' title='Insert Mildly Amusing Title Here...'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108981327136692372</id><published>2004-07-14T22:57:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-09-16T14:19:35.423+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Ok! Im Sorry!!!!!11!!</title><content type='html'>It has been brought to my attention that my &lt;em&gt;lack of attention&lt;/em&gt; to this blog has left a few &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; fans a little lost as to their current source of net entertainment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My deepest apologies...Im getting bak on it, i seriously am! There have been a few random reasons as to the prolonged absence of this retail working wonder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have been working my f**king ass off at work, filling in any ungodly hour shift &lt;strong&gt;WhatsHerFace&lt;/strong&gt; wants me to work, just to get her off my back!&lt;br /&gt;2) This little baby has just got her new car (&lt;strong&gt;'97 Magna 'Isabella'&lt;/strong&gt;) and has opted to cruise with &lt;strong&gt;DaWogs&lt;/strong&gt; in it for most of her free time...&lt;br /&gt;3) Yes i have been spending time with a member of the opposite sex......shock.....horror......yes i know its been a while for this bella. I work with him and he's an amazing guy, he shall be known as &lt;strong&gt;BustAMove....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again i do apologise for not keeping u up to date with the ramblings and near misses in my life....I will try to fill u in now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has been happening? Well skool is out for the next few weeks and since i found it unnessecary to participate in last week rituals my holidays have turned into a month....ahhhh the sweet sound of boredom....i wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WhatsHerName&lt;/strong&gt; has had me working nearly every f**king day (with her i mite add), doing split shifts, her shifts, other girls shifts, before the suns up shifts and till everyones gone home shifts.....if it werent for the sweet moola goin straight to my &lt;strong&gt;Isabella &lt;/strong&gt;then i would tell her to stick it and find another supervisor to abuse....now i know the hatred is shining thru but please, if u worked with this woman u would go insane also!&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that i have bought my new car in a swift drive away today deal....I must say i luv her like she was my first born and cherish and look after her for majority of my waking hours.....&lt;strong&gt;Isabella&lt;/strong&gt; became my other half, and somewhat one of the easiest partners ive had so far....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess&lt;/strong&gt; have done their exams so the weekend antics stories shall soon return for this trio as our social life gets bak on track....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this lucky man who has caught the attention of &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt;? Who is &lt;strong&gt;BustAMove&lt;/strong&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;He is the sweetest, gentlelest (is that a word???), funny, chilled, funky, 'mature' guy i have come across for a while.... I work with him and until recently didnt know that there could be another level with us....we would talk randomly on Sundays but it wasnt till a couple weeks ago wen i was whinging about having nothing to do that night that something kicked off.....since then we have hung out quite a bit, and maybe a little romance???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without goin into too much boring detail i will leave this post here....as &lt;strong&gt;TheArchitect&lt;/strong&gt; is calling me, and since there is only a small window of opportunity for us to talk, im taking advantage of it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Ragazzi&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108981327136692372?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108981327136692372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108981327136692372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108981327136692372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108981327136692372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/07/ok-im-sorry11.html' title='Ok! Im Sorry!!!!!11!!'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108797529455681077</id><published>2004-06-23T16:23:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-06-23T16:51:34.556+09:30</updated><title type='text'>High Maintainence...</title><content type='html'>Right....ok....i have been in a few conversations over the past month about which girls are classed as high maintainence......yet still it is not clear to me which ones are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok there are the obvious examples as &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess&lt;/strong&gt; who prides herself on it and so she should!!!!!! but then there are the women in the haze such as &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile&lt;/strong&gt; who i would not consider to be &lt;em&gt;'high'&lt;/em&gt;....more in the greyish areas of &lt;em&gt;'medium'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please men! Voice those sexually frustrated pubescent voices of urs and tell me where the thin self-care line lies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are some of the main characteristics of &lt;strong&gt;High Maintainence women&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;this is what i have gathered so far (feel free to add or dispute these entries):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Always up-to-date or advanced in fashion&lt;br /&gt;2) If not given 3 hrs warning of outing....will not even consider it&lt;br /&gt;3) Hair is a point of judgement and therefor at least an hour is spent on it&lt;br /&gt;4) Leaving the house without make-up is as probable as seeing &lt;em&gt;John Howard&lt;/em&gt; walk thru &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;Myers&lt;/strong&gt; naked.&lt;br /&gt;5) She is never expected to bring money with her....let alone use it&lt;br /&gt;6) Only men to turn her head have to be ex &lt;strong&gt;CK models&lt;/strong&gt; or equivilent.&lt;br /&gt;7) Bf's car is to be no more than 5 yrs old and has the sickest stereo system and is no &lt;br /&gt;   more than 10cm off the ground....oh and commodores??? what are they?&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;strong&gt;Kmart&lt;/strong&gt; have a clothing range? U have to be joking?&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;em&gt;Boys time&lt;/em&gt;? Please...time he should be spending complimenting me on my 4 hr effort!&lt;br /&gt;10)Wen called the phone should always be answered (even at 3am the nite before an exam)   and if she needs picking up, ur car (taxi) must be out front within 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;11)20hrs a week is set aside for 'necessary' shopping.&lt;br /&gt;12)The only other female no's u can have in ur phone is sis, mum and grandma...no &lt;br /&gt;   exceptions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what i have gathered so far....but i want to know more....as i have been labelled one by one certain male.....im set out to prove him wrong! Please any suggestions or testemonials would be greatly accepted!!!!!!!! mwa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now where did i put those gucci shoes......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108797529455681077?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108797529455681077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108797529455681077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108797529455681077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108797529455681077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/06/high-maintainence.html' title='High Maintainence...'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108790034169484944</id><published>2004-06-22T19:33:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-06-22T20:02:21.693+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh to be 19!</title><content type='html'>Well well&lt;strong&gt; BigSmile&lt;/strong&gt;.....u have done it! One more step and u will no longer be able to blame ur cruel immature pranks on &lt;em&gt;'being a teenager.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to say that &lt;strong&gt;Frostbites&lt;/strong&gt; is generally a place i loath A) because its on &lt;strong&gt;Sth Trc&lt;/strong&gt;, too far from the city. B) everytime i have been there, despite the great alcoholic slushies, it has been dead and void of any descent music. But i must say i was corrected this time......it was packed, there were descent ppl there and the music....until the end of the nite.....was exceptional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was accompanied by &lt;strong&gt;Red Square&lt;/strong&gt;...who &lt;strong&gt;Speakerboxx&lt;/strong&gt; still has his eye on....gotta luv ya boy. By my shock and amazement a close friend of mine &lt;strong&gt;Debatable&lt;/strong&gt; was best friends with birthday boy at TAFE. So he was there enjoying quite a few &lt;em&gt;double bourbons and coke&lt;/em&gt; that the gay barmen was giving to him cheap in an effort to pick him up. I was treating myself to a couple &lt;strong&gt;slushies&lt;/strong&gt; just like every other mainstreamer there and shuffling on the dance floor as no one in this joint had heard of the word &lt;em&gt;moving&lt;/em&gt; unless it was to the bar or toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we stayed here for a few hours until &lt;strong&gt;Red Sq&lt;/strong&gt; got a sms and we headed for civilisation otherwise known as the city center.....&lt;br /&gt;Where did we go? The &lt;em&gt;'im so black that i have to wear oversized clothing'&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;'omg will this hot pink G go with the white scarf im wearing round my hips'&lt;/em&gt; capital of Adel......&lt;strong&gt;Red Square&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Now dont get me wrong, this is a generalisation....i like &lt;strong&gt;RedSq&lt;/strong&gt; and as my friend of the same name is a regular, it would be more than unfair to class her in that catagory. She is the selection of class at this joint.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, as much as i tried to dance to even a fav track of mine &lt;em&gt;'dip it low'&lt;/em&gt;, i could not get into it and &lt;strong&gt;RedSq&lt;/strong&gt; suggested that we head to &lt;strong&gt;Heaven&lt;/strong&gt; as she knew that was my home.....god i luv ya girl.&lt;br /&gt;This was an improvement as i did somewhat get into it, we lost &lt;strong&gt;Debatable&lt;/strong&gt; in the meantime in what ended up being a communication error.....I spotted &lt;strong&gt;WogCorner&lt;/strong&gt; but didnt say hi as it would just be awkward. Then me and RedSq both started getting really tired around the 2:30 mark which was out of character, especially for her. So we left and caught a taxi home.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it has become ritual, i called &lt;strong&gt;TheArchitect&lt;/strong&gt; wen i got home to tell him of my nite then passed out almost immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall a good nite, but the absence of &lt;strong&gt;DaWogs&lt;/strong&gt; was there, and they would have topped the nite off i believe....but as we are all slaves to the book, and my beautiful girls are &lt;em&gt;uni students&lt;/em&gt; they were busy craming in a semester worth of study into a week. Good luck Girls!!!!!!!!! U know who's sitting at home cheering u on! &lt;strong&gt;MWA MWA MWA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108790034169484944?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108790034169484944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108790034169484944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108790034169484944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108790034169484944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/06/ahhhh-to-be-19.html' title='Ahhhh to be 19!'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108761077277491929</id><published>2004-06-19T10:55:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-06-19T11:36:12.773+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Alive!!!</title><content type='html'>Well it has been a while since &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; has reported to u eager readers....I know i've had people asking when's the new post coming, im sorry guys! Been stressing the past few weeks with multiple overdue assignments to rush, bullshit and hand up! &lt;strong&gt;But she's back baby&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has been happening in the world of &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; of late? Well obviously nothing big enuf to make blog worthy but as a collaborative effort it should be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly can i say welcome back to &lt;strong&gt;UrHowOld&lt;/strong&gt;, very missed for 3 weeks while he went out almost getting himself killed (and laid) in &lt;strong&gt;QLD&lt;/strong&gt;. Now ur back, skool is back to just bearable....and now ur gonna go again :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last wknd saw this sexually frustrated teenager on a clubbing bus tour with some of her workmates.....an excellent night had by all! Hugs to &lt;strong&gt;VTBoss&lt;/strong&gt; as she was not well and had to leave our night of shuffling, drinking and substance induced affection.&lt;br /&gt;I was a little excited beforehand to see what this bus phenomanon was all about.....we met at some obscure pub in &lt;em&gt;gouger st&lt;/em&gt; (chinatown) called the &lt;strong&gt;Director.&lt;/strong&gt; Pretty much ur average pub.... we were bus 3 and waited for an hour and a half in the freezing cold! Ok so part of it might have been due to the fact i wore a short denim skirt and boob tube...hey i had a jacket!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So soon we were on our way at 20km/ph to &lt;strong&gt;Frostbites&lt;/strong&gt;! Now usually i hate this joint, its far out from the city center and is always dead wen i go but this nite was mad, was filled with fellow bus goers and the 4 infamous alcoholic slushies went down a treat.....ta &lt;strong&gt;VTBoss&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was &lt;strong&gt;Church&lt;/strong&gt;.....a popular Adel nite spot that &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; had surprisingly neva been to! Have to say i am now a fan.....got to dance on the podium with the best friend of &lt;em&gt;BB favourite Ryan&lt;/em&gt;, he was &lt;strong&gt;fiiinnneee&lt;/strong&gt; but unfortunately slightly under height requirement boy was looking up my skirt the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next was &lt;strong&gt;Black Cat&lt;/strong&gt; back on Gouger st, another place i had never been but famous with try hard wogs of Adel.....was a bit small but the model show made up for it...grrrrr&lt;br /&gt;For some strange reason we ended this bus tour with &lt;strong&gt;Mansions&lt;/strong&gt;....shudders....thats rite! For anyone who is not familiar with this joint...mansions is pretty much an underground pub...nothing special and on a 'clubbing bus' i see no reason as to why the tour ends there. If they wanted to wind down the nite places like &lt;strong&gt;Mojo's&lt;/strong&gt; would have been far more appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say...anyone who keeps track with my blogs would remember me describing the perfect Middle Aged Man i wanted to get.....i found him ladies!!!!!!!!! He was at the dreaded Mansions and i met him only cause he happened to put his jacket on the back of MY chair.....So he bought me and my friend drinks of choice (malibu and coke) until &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie's&lt;/strong&gt; head was rocking back and forth and reaching the ceiling....Then Mansions was closing (hooray!) so we all got a taxi to &lt;strong&gt;Savvy's&lt;/strong&gt;. Now i have been repeatedly told to go here, and now i have no idea why.....wasnt my scene at all! For all Adel readers Savvy's is sorta &lt;strong&gt;Vodka Bar&lt;/strong&gt; meets &lt;strong&gt;The Vic&lt;/strong&gt; with dance music you just cant get into. This mix of &lt;em&gt;fully killa's&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;new aged Australian males&lt;/em&gt; didnt go down well and we soon left....&lt;br /&gt;A great nite overall......especially new found &lt;strong&gt;MA man&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened after that??? Well &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess&lt;/strong&gt; were waxing models for &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile's&lt;/strong&gt; mum.....a day of pain, i cant think of anything more pleasurable! No i lie....it wasnt that bad at all...apart from the legs, i thought i was goin to pass out! So we came out smooth as a baby's bottom and i now have a regular waxing/nails salon ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to &lt;strong&gt;DaWogs&lt;/strong&gt; new obsession with anything not in english....especially anything latino/south american.....we have watched &lt;strong&gt;Amores Perros&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Y Tu Mama Tambien&lt;/strong&gt; that many times this week on &lt;strong&gt;BigBoss's &lt;/strong&gt;new Plasma set up in our lounge room!!!! Luv Ya papa! Not to mention the obsession with wat has become to be known as perfection!!!!! This is a spanish actor who features in &lt;em&gt;J-Lo's Aint it Funny&lt;/em&gt; video clip. He has not one flaw and if he is on the screen DaWogs will not look away for anything!!!!! His name? &lt;strong&gt;EDUARDO VERASTEGUI&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! girls check him out, guys look and learn....;)&lt;br /&gt;And for another slice of perfection, altho a little under height requirements is &lt;strong&gt;Gael Garcia Bernel&lt;/strong&gt;.....from both movies stated above....the eyes are amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be more ethnic inspirations i will bring to u soon....especially wen &lt;strong&gt;TheArchitect&lt;/strong&gt; sends me a selection of Brazilian movies.....Song of the moment &lt;strong&gt;Non Amarmi&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;No Me Ames&lt;/strong&gt; italian or spanish take ur pick......love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tchao!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108761077277491929?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108761077277491929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108761077277491929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108761077277491929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108761077277491929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Still Alive!!!'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108685330100022139</id><published>2004-06-10T16:08:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-06-10T17:11:41.000+09:30</updated><title type='text'>A Few Plugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; has been listening and watching a few memorable pieces of entertainment recently and i have decided to give them all a little plug....so that u can share in the quality i have come to love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ColdPlay LIVE 2003 dvd/cd set&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mellow english band have released a couple of sensational albums, firstly &lt;strong&gt;Parachutes&lt;/strong&gt; with such classics as &lt;em&gt;Yellow&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; Shiver&lt;/em&gt;, and then the more recent (and my fav) &lt;strong&gt;A Rush Of Blood To The Head&lt;/strong&gt; with my alltime track &lt;em&gt;Clocks&lt;/em&gt; and a work of art &lt;em&gt;God Put A Smile Upon Ur Face&lt;/em&gt;. Now bought the &lt;strong&gt;Live 2003&lt;/strong&gt; set which was awarded &lt;em&gt;2003's best DVD&lt;/em&gt;.....unbelievable!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robin Williams Live In New York&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a fav for a while after my &lt;strong&gt;WilliamsF1&lt;/strong&gt; introduced it to me....it is not ur typical williams humour....slightly offbeat and full of adult content...its political, sexual, confusing, racially diverse and athletic. Certain to have u experiencing breathing difficulties or at the least a giggle here and there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eddie Murphy Delirious and Raw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Eddie pre &lt;strong&gt;SNL&lt;/strong&gt; days...he is young, sexy and as appropriately titled &lt;strong&gt;raw&lt;/strong&gt;. Today eddie has sold out and no longer has the sharp razor edge of comedy that he possessed in his younger years.... Delirious focuses more on stabs at each stereotype (funny wog skit), and raw is more based on womens' train of thought (whatever that is!)...Quite confidently &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie's&lt;/strong&gt; comedy bible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Late Show Champagne Edition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is comedy in its prime!!!! The team of Australian skit/stand up comedians include &lt;em&gt;Mick Molloy, Tony Martin, Rob Sitch, Santo Cilauro, Jane Kennedy, Tom Gleisiner and Judith Lucy&lt;/em&gt;....now if u know none of the names above then u need ur heads examined...this select group is the &lt;strong&gt;backbone&lt;/strong&gt; of Australian comedy! It is a random selction of skits from the early 90's series that somewhat resembles earlier full frontal but ALOT better! Classic segments include Shitscared, Graham and the Colonel, Understanding wogs and the opening segment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wild Gold Album&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance classics essential! I think it was brought out in 2003 and is a 3 cd set filled with every dance song that has stuck thru the times....Classics everyone knows like sandstorm and better off alone (which i think everyone had the ringtones for), &lt;em&gt;silence, children, the launch, heaven, broken bones, sing it back, starlight, lady and a personal fav hide u. &lt;/em&gt; Even if u arent a dance fan this is still an essential party album to have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Radiohead Ok Computer Album&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is an album that has never gotten old, one that never leaves the cd player for long, and is certainly loved by anyone with an appreciation for music.... Such epic tracks as &lt;em&gt;Karma Police, Paranoid Android, No Surprises&lt;/em&gt; and an emotional song for me &lt;strong&gt;Exit Music For a Film&lt;/strong&gt;. This is a dark mellow rock album with somewhat of an electronic flavour to it. The new Radiohead is good but i dont believe lives up to this album. Definately not something to listen to wen recently broken up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Head On&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an Australian film that &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess&lt;/strong&gt; exposed me and &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile&lt;/strong&gt; to about a week ago. It is a basic film in terms of SFX but is brilliantly made in my opinion. Slightly art house but still quite mainstream. Its controversial but does face alot of the issues that are out there and doesnt sugar coat it at all. Stars &lt;strong&gt;Alex Dimitriadis&lt;/strong&gt; (any female out there over the age of around 16-18 will share my past obsession with this heartbreak high stud) and is all about a &lt;em&gt;gay greek/australian &lt;/em&gt;and his battles with teen angst. I ofund it easy to relate on the cultural aspect of things and prepare urself before as he is in some more than graphic scenes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of &lt;strong&gt;Heartbreak High&lt;/strong&gt;....does anyone else miss that show as much as me???&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was brilliant and didnt miss an episode! Can u remember how they left it wen it was the last day of skool and &lt;em&gt;Drazic&lt;/em&gt; proposed to &lt;em&gt;Anita&lt;/em&gt;....that had me crying wen the whole skool watched her say yes....please &lt;strong&gt;ABC&lt;/strong&gt; bring back this one australian drama that i can stand!!!!! Not that it will ever be the same without the same crew...but still!!!!! Please!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite well there's a list of the few masterpieces that have caught my eye, go out and find them and hopefully more of u will agree with me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108685330100022139?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108685330100022139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108685330100022139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108685330100022139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108685330100022139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/06/few-plugs.html' title='A Few Plugs'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108642134247382520</id><published>2004-06-05T17:04:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-06-05T17:12:22.473+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Im Getting All Choked Up....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess&lt;/strong&gt; read me passage passed on to her the other day....It is a typical mushy couple story, but this one actually made me stand back and go awwwwww in the faint hope that one day my &lt;strong&gt;PrinceCharming&lt;/strong&gt; would say something similar to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl asked her boyfriend whether he thought she was pretty...&lt;br /&gt;He replied No....&lt;br /&gt;She then said 'Do u want to be with me forever?'....&lt;br /&gt;He replied No....&lt;br /&gt;She then stated 'If i left right now, would u cry?'....&lt;br /&gt;He again replied No....&lt;br /&gt;So she walked off slowly, tears streaming down her face from the disappoint and hurt wen he walked up behind her and grabbed her arm... He said&lt;br /&gt;I dont think ur pretty, i think ur &lt;strong&gt;beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to be with u forever, I &lt;strong&gt;NEED&lt;/strong&gt; to be with u forever....&lt;br /&gt;And if u left right now i wouldnt cry, i'd &lt;strong&gt;DIE&lt;/strong&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cmon everyone together....... &lt;strong&gt;awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108642134247382520?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108642134247382520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108642134247382520' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108642134247382520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108642134247382520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-getting-all-choked-up.html' title='Im Getting All Choked Up....'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108641055520221459</id><published>2004-06-05T12:39:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-06-05T14:12:35.203+09:30</updated><title type='text'>What is Europe Thinking???</title><content type='html'>Of late i have been witness to some fucked up &lt;strong&gt;SBS european films&lt;/strong&gt;.... What do these people consider entertainment??? This isn't a story line, more like the producer has taken bits from every &lt;em&gt;erotical fantasy&lt;/em&gt; they have had and squashed it into and hour and a half of running film!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cmon Europe!!! Not raising the bar here now are we??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets look at some examples....firstly there is the well known new release &lt;strong&gt;The Piano Teacher&lt;/strong&gt;. Anyone who has seen this movie will agree with me that the young main male character is quite &lt;em&gt;fine&lt;/em&gt; and his love interest (said piano teacher) is the fugliest middle aged woman i have ever seen!!!!!!! She's a bitch and has no fashion or make up sense whatsoever so what this young good looking student wants with her i will never know.... It definately isnt the looks and personality isnt far behind! She is like that &lt;strong&gt;bad grade 2 teacher&lt;/strong&gt; that everyone seems to have had, the kinda lady that wore shades of brown that should never see daylight and a hint of her slip always peeping out the bottom of her skirt....ewwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie consists of this young man trying to seduce ugly piano teacher at every opportunity he gets. She doesnt really need to teach him as he is already very talented so his motives are obvious to her. As the movie progresses his advances start to take affect and there is a scene in the &lt;em&gt;skool toilet&lt;/em&gt; where she goes down on him, but he is not allowed to look at her and not allowed to make a sound or touch her. He gets pissed off with this and stops.&lt;br /&gt;Later he comes to her house, much to her mothers disgust (yes she still lives at home) and she takes him in her room  and locks the door. She then proceeds to give him a letter of all the things she wants him to do to her. as he reads he gets more and more disgusted. why? Because she asks that he ties her up and gags her, stuff like that, and then proceed to take control of her, hit her, whatever and even if she screams no he is not to stop.&lt;br /&gt;He cant understand this and is quite disgusted, all he wanted to do was fuck her! he leaves and she cries...&lt;strong&gt;oh boohoo!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; So they stop talking and one nite he goes to redeem himself and she had been cutting herself for pleasure, she tells him to fuk her hard and hit her, he's so ticked off by this stage he does it and she starts to realise she doesnt like it.....he rapes her, hits her, leaves her bleeding.....and wat does her mother do wen she comes out???? just sit there and tell her its all ok....&lt;strong&gt;riiiiitttteeeee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is a English film i saw on SBS on that show &lt;strong&gt;Eat Carpet&lt;/strong&gt;(appropriate). It was basically about this japanese girl who went out on the town one nite with her brother and they took drugs and she ended up drowning at the beach....while her brother was passed out she told him of the life she lead that he wouldnt have seen....she went into details about her drug use and then hr relationships...she was a lesbian...and her and her girlfriend got off on biting each other and &lt;em&gt;sucking each others blood&lt;/em&gt; (quite graphic scene). wtf???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was another japanese film involving a chinese &lt;strong&gt;John Travolta&lt;/strong&gt; and his girlfriend and their 5 minute sex and an unhealthy fsacination with those kiddy pictire viewer things that u flick along.... next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we move onto the film &lt;strong&gt;'DaWogs'&lt;/strong&gt; saw last nite. It was called &lt;strong&gt;romance&lt;/strong&gt; as &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to see something french and erotic....well i think she got wat she asked for!!!!! This movie was all about a young couple who dont have a sex life...mainly due to him. He is an actor and they have this big fight at the beginning and he says to her all u have to do is wait another 3 months...so either he cant get it up or we have no idea whats wrong....she gets frustrated....Now she tries to go down on him and for the first time i have seen, he tells her he doesnt want her to touch him!!! &lt;br /&gt;So she eventually gets sick of it and goes to a bar in the middle of the nite and hooks up with this guy that i swear ive seen in a swedish porn.... then afer that she continues on her quest for pleasure and ends up in some fuked up situations...&lt;br /&gt;liek her skool principle talks of the 10,000 women he has been with and ties her up quite awkwardly so she looks dead and mutilated....but she loves it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then theres a guy that walks past her and offers her &lt;strong&gt;$20 to go down on her&lt;/strong&gt; and she accepts and he ends up raping her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally her boyfriend has sex with her and shoves her off cause she says she wants to be the guy and fuk him....one drop of semen and shes pregnant....during the pregnancy he asks her to marry him and makes love to her for the first time...and last....&lt;br /&gt;they go out he dances with other women (quite well) and she says nothing....wen it comes to having the baby he is passed out from drinking so she gets bondage principle to take her to the hospital and before she leaves she turns the gas on and kills the father....then there is an unneccesarily graphic scene of her giving birth and then she is with the baby at the funeral.....we all looked at the screen at the end not saying a thing with our up chuck reflex kicking in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this is a classic i have been told about...&lt;strong&gt;Killer Toungue&lt;/strong&gt;...its all about a meteor that hits earth and takes over this girls tongue and grows huge and has a head at the end....her own tongue ends up fuking her and makes her pregnant and she has a &lt;strong&gt;alien spawn&lt;/strong&gt;....meanwhile her two dalmations turn into the &lt;strong&gt;cliche gay couple&lt;/strong&gt; and pamper her all the time....now this was just one of those stories u did in primary skool with ur friends when u all wrote a line each and covered wat u wrote and then erad it all out at the end....dont u think??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is going on &lt;strong&gt;Europe&lt;/strong&gt;??? Some of these films are mainstream!!! Why does normal sex not come into it anymore??? Why must we find the most fuked up ways to pleasure ourselves???&lt;br /&gt;Not to say Aus isnt responsible for some of this stuff either....watch &lt;strong&gt;Alex Dimitriadis in Head On&lt;/strong&gt;...u would never pick this Heartbreak High heart throb to do this....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108641055520221459?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108641055520221459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108641055520221459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108641055520221459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108641055520221459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/06/what-is-europe-thinking.html' title='What is Europe Thinking???'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108618321921608303</id><published>2004-06-02T22:49:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-06-02T23:03:39.216+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Um Monte De Beijos pra voce!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie's&lt;/strong&gt; obsession with &lt;strong&gt;Brazil&lt;/strong&gt; is rapidly growing and the introduction of a new close friend of mine &lt;strong&gt;TheArchitect&lt;/strong&gt; is making it even harder to contain myself in this world retirement project we call Adelaide!!!! I crave to go there, stay there, be happy there.... Im almost like a woman in her late 30's feeling her biological clock ticking!!!! im itching for it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheArchitect&lt;/strong&gt; is a young hansome man who lives just out of San Paolo and has the sweetest, funniest nature. He speaks very good english not to mention french too!!! grrrrr ;)&lt;br /&gt;We talk on the phone regularly and he is helping me along with my &lt;strong&gt;Brazilian Portuguese&lt;/strong&gt;, things like accents and stuff.....let me say i will neva say that italian was hard to learn again!!!!!!! Portuguese is impossible! There's no logic with the language but it still sounds amazing and my passion to learn it is increasing....especially if im going to go there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know some basic phrases and can start a convo a little, not bad for 3 days!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully one day soon ( :( end of next yr) i will be able to go to &lt;strong&gt;Brazil&lt;/strong&gt; and meet my friend &lt;strong&gt;TheArchitect.&lt;/strong&gt; The only problem is that will i come home??? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheArchitect&lt;/strong&gt; was telling me how different life is there, how much harder it is, especially with the economy going so bad at the moment..... but he was suprised to see how much i already knew of the country...really just basic stuff i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully things improve there as well so then he can come here and i can show him this 'great' country of ours.....oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahia! Boa Noite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tchao&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108618321921608303?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108618321921608303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108618321921608303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108618321921608303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108618321921608303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/06/um-monte-de-beijos-pra-voce.html' title='Um Monte De Beijos pra voce!!!!'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108616958119839415</id><published>2004-06-02T18:37:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-06-02T19:59:29.160+09:30</updated><title type='text'>This is the end....</title><content type='html'>Ok readers this will not make sense to most of u, but MissItalianCutie would like to clear a few things up, also at the request of some of her close friends.... I say this here as confrontation doesnt seem to work with u as u run away....&lt;br /&gt;This is the last mention u will have from us forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not goin to write for paragraphs &lt;strong&gt;'12 yr old abuse'&lt;/strong&gt; as it is pointless and quite frankly unjustified, useless, ego nourishing babble.&lt;br /&gt;Im simply stating the facts and addressing the subject that ur comments to certain parties are invalid as u know nothing of us, our lives or our minds. Therefor all comments made are &lt;strong&gt;dismissable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Point one)&lt;/strong&gt; limited inteliigence- this is almost immediately excusable simply for the fact that there are so many ppl to back that this statement is clearly not true...and if u think im talkin about friends, ur sadly wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Point two)&lt;/strong&gt; Meaningless activities like being seen at a monument for recreational drug use. Right this statement has just drilled yourself, u used to take drugs and u admitted it. Alrite u now disgust any illegal substance of any kind. But if a peadofile  stops abusing children and becomes against it does that make him anymore morally superior??? Dont think so... &lt;br /&gt;And also having a social life last time i checked wasnt a meaningless activity...I have never taken drugs hanging out at a club, neither have my mates. U go to pubs where there are also drugs but simply because i prefer a club scene to a pub scene u see this fit enuf to degrade me for. Hun do abuse someone simply because they prefer strawberry to chocolate?? No. Its all preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Point three) &lt;/strong&gt; Unlike you i study my ass off. Right, do u hang around me at home? No. Do u see wen i study? No. Did u ever think there were maybe reasons i dont need to divulge to you as to why my studies are behind at times? No. See the theme here? U dont see my life, u dont see what i do, u have no real clue what work i do. Point dismissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Point four)&lt;/strong&gt; Dont want to hear us dribble about our weekends. Right this one is simple. Walk off. If its in class we dont speak at the top of our lungs so you dont have to chose to listen. There is a difference between hearing and listening. In the yard you have the simple choice of walking off if u dont want to know....But as we have all stated time and time again, u never do and even join in the convos, thats ur choice! U have even been known to ask us about our weekends...so if u dont want to hear it so much then this isnt really adding up now???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Point five&lt;/strong&gt; Dont see you talking about ur sexual relations??? I beg to differ hun....and i have more than one person to back this one up. Since the beginning of the yr time and time again you would state the 'Double digits' u had slept with in the past and wat u loved doing and not doing to them.... U regularly made passes as numerous parties (more which i found out today) and touched, degraded and sexually harassed a few friends of mine. This has also been done over the phone, or do i need to get phone call records for u???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Point six)&lt;/strong&gt; Never have i accepted a drink or similar for sexual favours!!! This is yet another immature, unjustified comment as u have no reason to even suggest it. Simply because i go to places like Heaven??? Wrong. I stand by my statement that i have never as long as i have been 'clubbing' hooked up with anyone in a club. Nor have i taken any home, or accepted any sort of beverage in turn for 'hooking up.' Infact what makes ur comment completely invalid is that if u actually knew me and talked to me long enuf, u would know that i have a hatred for PDA (Public Displays of Affection). I hate the whole concept of hooking up in a club or a bar or anywhere in view of the public for that matter. Holdings hands, a peck on the cheek fine, but let me assure u, u will not find &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; hooking up with some random party at a club. To add more to that i dont like hooking up with random parties either....all men i hook up with are ppl i know and have got to know, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Point seven) &lt;/strong&gt;You suck??? Well we're being the mature older one now arent we??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Point eight)&lt;/strong&gt; Wen i get older and have a life with minimal substance??? Hun, im going to get somewhere with my life, why simply because i know i want to. Im not wandering around, finding something wrong with everything, and i excel at what im good at....before u make another immature comment there, Im talking about, hair, makeup, beauty, customer service, travel, photography etc... say wat u like, i know u will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Point nine) &lt;/strong&gt; Havent seen me around??? Wrong. U have seen me around many times, i have constantly said hello and u have blatently and rudely ignored. U are in my class u see me there, yet u give us the silent treatment. Why? I have come to the conclusion that this i ur way of dealing with things and expressing ur feelings of others such as me....this i have no problem with and u may continue if its ur choice, not speaking to u is not goin to deprive me in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Point ten)&lt;/strong&gt; ahhhh the human/dog catagory....well we've really hit grade 5 here now havent we??? This comment has no fact, has no meaning and is down right just child play.... it is how they say, a way to 'bitch'. Fair enuf if it helps u sleep, but hun ur opinion holds no grounds with me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Point eleven)&lt;/strong&gt; Not coming up and confronting u....if u remember correctly, my problem with u started just before i went to melbourne, so saying it to ur face was a little difficult. But today has stated that even saying it to ur face is pointless, u dont listen, ur comebacks are childish and dismissive and ur lack of eye contact gives way ur lack of confidence in the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Point twelve)&lt;/strong&gt; The last point for u... I confronted u and to ur surprise i had alot more to say than first thought. Obviously face to face is not ur best point so this is where it ends. After today my hand was shaken by at least 3 ppl who stated that i simply stood up to wat they wanted to say. Keep ur words (and ur hands at times) away from the girls at skool, they stated they dont appreciate it. &lt;br /&gt;The war never started so it has no finish. War is wen ur passionate of ur hatred for the opposite side....this situation does not fit that catagory. I dont care wat u think, wat u say, wat u want to do to me....in simple words i simply dont care. Ur not worth my frustration and anger, there are more deservign ppl in the world for that. Goodbye hun, this is all i have to say on u, no doubt u will probably rebut with a post stating how i am wrong and surely will find other useless degrading comments to feed me. But just a helpful hint, dont bother, after this post i will no longer discuss u, or worry about ur petty comments and i certainly wont be checking ur site for a comeback to this...even wen i get told its there.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;br /&gt;I hope u succeed in whatever u want to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108616958119839415?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108616958119839415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108616958119839415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108616958119839415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108616958119839415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/06/this-is-end.html' title='This is the end....'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108606220190161687</id><published>2004-06-01T13:21:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-06-01T13:26:41.903+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Tchao....Tudo Bem???</title><content type='html'>Haha Sim!!!!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; is on her way to learning &lt;strong&gt;Portuguese&lt;/strong&gt; with the help of a couple of my Brazilian friends &lt;strong&gt;TheArchitect&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; HowUDoin&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is coming along slowly but im learning some basic phrases...now its a question of getting the accents right and this little wonder will be able to speak&lt;em&gt; 3 languages&lt;/em&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out in future posts little&lt;strong&gt; Portuguese&lt;/strong&gt; phrases here and there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijos!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108606220190161687?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108606220190161687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108606220190161687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108606220190161687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108606220190161687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/06/tchaotudo-bem.html' title='Tchao....Tudo Bem???'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108606094003379418</id><published>2004-06-01T12:32:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-06-01T13:05:40.033+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Gay Marriage.... :O</title><content type='html'>It came to my attention last nite wen visiting my second home that the &lt;strong&gt;Australian government&lt;/strong&gt; has yet again backed up not supporting &lt;strong&gt;gay marriage&lt;/strong&gt; in this '&lt;em&gt;forward&lt;/em&gt;' thinking country of ours....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite i am about as far from gay as it gets...if u couldn't tell from some of my posts...but some of &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie's&lt;/strong&gt; good friends are or were or have the potential to bat for the other team....I feel for these ppl because they are happy and they are being true to themselves and they aren't harming anyone else by their sexual preference!!!! Yet why, in an age where we claim to be &lt;em&gt;anti discriminate&lt;/em&gt;, must we refrain from letting this widely accepted minority enjoy the struggles of marriage that straight ppl get to???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that laws and policies are passed so as to give fair go to all citizens and to ensure the safety and happiness of the community...so what the fuck is this???&lt;br /&gt;By letting gay people get married how are we hurting or causing danger to anyone??? Oh Im sorry, according to &lt;strong&gt;the bible&lt;/strong&gt; it is &lt;strong&gt;morally wrong &lt;/strong&gt; to be gay, but seriously how many ppl today are not religious, or still are but accept the gay community?? And im sorry to say but religion aint law, hell, religious symbols cant be trusted themselves!!!!! Now who's morally wrong???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if we dont pass the law that gay couples have the right to join together in matrimony then arent we &lt;strong&gt;discriminative&lt;/strong&gt; and therefore &lt;strong&gt;hypocrites??&lt;/strong&gt; We are succumbing to the church that we have trusted in for so many centuries and for so many centuries has let us down, lied, killed, caused massive wars, never proved any of their speakings, molested and down right brainwashed. I mean wen the biggest organised crime industry is the Christians that has to be telling u something!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Australia&lt;/strong&gt; prides itself on being forward thinkers, accepting the concept of change with open arms, yet we will not budge on the idea that gay ppl have the &lt;strong&gt;right to be happy&lt;/strong&gt; and bound in wedlock like everyone else.... These ppl are under constant scrutiny and who is it by??? You, me, the boy next door, all of us who claim to be &lt;strong&gt;'good Australians'&lt;/strong&gt; yet do nothing to help these ppl.... hell if we're so against it why is the &lt;strong&gt;Mardi Gras&lt;/strong&gt; so well publicised, why do ppl come from overseas for this event and we accept them lovingly saying we are proud of our gay community and we celebrate their choice of sexuality wen really we couldn't give a stuff about their happiness???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A to remain anonymous third party said to me last nite that they would sooner support the legalisation of &lt;strong&gt;prostitution&lt;/strong&gt; than the legalisation of gay marriage!!! This i think doesn't need explanation, this is showing the power that religion still has over ppl today....i'll let u think this one out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao darlings!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108606094003379418?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108606094003379418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108606094003379418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108606094003379418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108606094003379418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/06/gay-marriage-o.html' title='Gay Marriage.... :O'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108590659298679806</id><published>2004-05-30T17:50:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-30T18:13:12.986+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Middle Aged Men ;)</title><content type='html'>I wanna know do any other women out there have that &lt;strong&gt;older man&lt;/strong&gt; fantasy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talkin to the girls at work today about it cause seriously it was like they were lining up at my register one after the other!!!!! The girls couldnt understand it (mind u they r 16), their impressed and far more satisfied with an &lt;em&gt;18 yr old&lt;/em&gt;!!! This logic i can not understand, alrite there are exceptions to the rule wen he is a very mature 18 yr old, but i would much rather spend my &lt;em&gt;quality flirting time&lt;/em&gt; on someone in their early 20's and up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway back to the topic...&lt;strong&gt;middle aged men&lt;/strong&gt;. Im not talkin Sean Connery styles or Harrison Ford, Im talkin &lt;strong&gt;Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Olivier Martinez, Russel Crowe&lt;/strong&gt; styles... That age between 30-40 where they still look good, matured like a good &lt;em&gt;chianti&lt;/em&gt;, and have that urge to be young again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i know you cant actually have a relationship with these men, jeez my &lt;strong&gt;ITALIAN&lt;/strong&gt; father would shoot me. But then again would you really want one??? &lt;strong&gt;No.&lt;/strong&gt; There is no future with these types of men and somehow i think that is half the excitement.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cant just be any middle aged man either....there are guide lines. He cant be that balding, beer gut, i can pass trackies and thongs off as goin out wear sorta man. He has to be that i never got married, still have my sports car, shop at youthworks and if u touch one strand of hair i'll kill u sorta guy.....ok maybe not the hair bit but u get wat i mean. These men still take great pride in their appearance and u know that they have experience so one nite with so called &lt;strong&gt;DILF&lt;/strong&gt; would be something u would never forget!!! And think about it, they would love u too!!! Young girl, fresh skin, innocence they havent had since the back seat of the charger wen they were 16..... i say both parties win!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a wake up call for me to go out there and find my &lt;strong&gt;George Clooney&lt;/strong&gt; and pursue a nite of unbridled passion with him....The amount of perfect examples that came thru my register today was unbelievable!!!! They were everywhere almost calling out to me...&lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie!!!! Im here for u!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; So this is my mission from today...track down above stated male, hope i dont fall in love first, seduce him as best as possible, report back next day&lt;strong&gt;....wish me luck!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps.&lt;/strong&gt; If anyone out there reading fits this desription or knows of someone who does please leave a msg!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108590659298679806?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108590659298679806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108590659298679806' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108590659298679806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108590659298679806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/middle-aged-men.html' title='Middle Aged Men ;)'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108582309343123885</id><published>2004-05-29T18:49:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-29T19:01:33.430+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Thai Swan</title><content type='html'>Alrite this is &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie's&lt;/strong&gt; attempt at helping to market a struggling chinese restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thai Swan&lt;/strong&gt; is the most under-recognised, under-appreciated chinese restaurant i have ever been to.....the food is unbelievable, reasonably priced and quite sufficiently portioned. Down the road is where every other joe blow heads, &lt;strong&gt;Red Rock Noodle Bar&lt;/strong&gt;, which is over priced and the food is nothing beta than the chinese i can make at home. Why do they go there?? Because of the name, granted other &lt;strong&gt;Red Rock's&lt;/strong&gt; are good but this one in particular is&lt;em&gt; shit house!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these ppl had any sense they would head down to the &lt;strong&gt;Thai Swan.&lt;/strong&gt; Ok i know the decor is in need of help by the &lt;strong&gt;Queer Eye&lt;/strong&gt; boys (mmmmm jai mmmm) but if u look past that the food is exceptional and the service is incredibly polite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went to get take away and the two guys working there were sooooo courtious and one even offered me a glass of water as i waited....even made the tray and serviette over the arm effort! They take pride in their eating venue and all i can say is &lt;em&gt;kudos&lt;/em&gt; to ya boys!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please if one nite u dont feel like cooking and u want decent food at good prices head down to the &lt;strong&gt;Thai Swan&lt;/strong&gt; or order some take away....its situated at &lt;strong&gt;2/556 magill rd magill.&lt;/strong&gt; Just down the road from the &lt;strong&gt;Towers &lt;/strong&gt;and that &lt;em&gt;Anglo-Asian&lt;/em&gt; excuse for a restaurant....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108582309343123885?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108582309343123885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108582309343123885' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108582309343123885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108582309343123885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/thai-swan.html' title='Thai Swan'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108572316819608672</id><published>2004-05-28T14:46:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-28T15:16:08.196+09:30</updated><title type='text'>The Art Of Goin Down.....</title><content type='html'>A friend of &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;rx7&lt;/strong&gt;, was talkin to me today about goin down on girls...he wanted to know the &lt;strong&gt;do's an dont's&lt;/strong&gt; and it got me thinking, so i thought i would share my findings and or experiences with this amazingly good sexual act....read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now anyone who knows me well enuf would know that i broke &lt;strong&gt;rx7&lt;/strong&gt; into his first sexual experience...now now settle down, i didnt sleep with him...&lt;br /&gt;So it only seemed fit that i help out in future conquests....hey maybe one day soon, from what ive heard, he will be giving me the tips...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen in boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DONT'S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     -Bite too hard...owww gently&lt;br /&gt;     -Be so soft cause ur not really sure wat ur doin...&lt;strong&gt;confidence&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;br /&gt;       half of it&lt;br /&gt;     -Try to talk to us...u just sound muffled...haha&lt;br /&gt;     -Dont ask if we wax down there...rude...most girls will keep things tidy dont worry.&lt;br /&gt;     -Keep stopping every 10 secs to ask us how it feels..hint if we're moaning or moving&lt;br /&gt;       our hips then its all good&lt;br /&gt;     -Try to be superman and do 10 different things at once..u wont pull it off...mix a &lt;br /&gt;       little toungue with finger (&lt;em&gt;or said sex toy&lt;/em&gt;) and ur doin just fine....&lt;br /&gt;     -Try to do it to us with us &lt;em&gt;standing on our head&lt;/em&gt;..if we aint comfy it aint gonna b&lt;br /&gt;       good!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;     -Kissing us afterwards without washing mouth out or at least wiping off is a &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      no no...do u want a snowball??? didnt think so...&lt;br /&gt;     - &lt;strong&gt;MOST OF ALL&lt;/strong&gt; - If ur on to a good thing....dont fuking move, dont change one&lt;br /&gt;       motion!!! Thats where most fuk up and trust me boys wen she says u were so close, &lt;br /&gt;       u were and its a hell of alot harder to get bak now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite so wen u've mastered all these points ur on ur way to &lt;strong&gt;good head&lt;/strong&gt;....now just add these tips to ur toungue and u'll have her thigh shaking like a washing machine on speed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO'S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     -Cradle her legs or hips with ur arms and hands...adds to the excitment&lt;br /&gt;     -Look up once in a while to see how shes goin..but dont stare guys, we'll get &lt;br /&gt;      performance anxiety...&lt;br /&gt;     -Suk...dont be afraid!!!! Grab it between ur lips and suk all u like!!!&lt;br /&gt;     -Listen carefully to body signs, &lt;strong&gt;moans, hip movements, screams, holding ur head down&lt;/strong&gt;      are all good signs!!! No heavy breathing or body movement?? Try something else...&lt;br /&gt;     -Until her hand comes off the back of ur head....keep goin!!!!&lt;br /&gt;     -After she cums dont just keep goin straight away...its sensitive just after...&lt;br /&gt;      hence the term &lt;em&gt;'dont touch it'&lt;/em&gt;...if u wanna go again give it a min or 2...then&lt;br /&gt;      we'll welcome a sequel with open...ummmm....arms.&lt;br /&gt;     -Dont conmment on how we differ from other girls down there, just ask if we enjoyed&lt;br /&gt;      and move to &lt;strong&gt;chapter 2&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;     -Be generous....now dont roll ur eyes....more u give boys, the more we will wanna &lt;br /&gt;      give u back ;) think about it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i hope i helped the average &lt;em&gt;'whats a clitoris'&lt;/em&gt; men out there to help satisfy their women a little better and for their gf's....if i helped dont hesitate to send me a msg of how it went... ;) wanna know i helped in some way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my question is what are the &lt;strong&gt;Do's and Dont's&lt;/strong&gt; for u guys....for my guy friends with blogs....write the sequel to this and let me know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ciao ragazzi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108572316819608672?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108572316819608672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108572316819608672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108572316819608672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108572316819608672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/art-of-goin-down.html' title='The Art Of Goin Down.....'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108571881335625930</id><published>2004-05-28T13:59:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-28T14:03:33.356+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Pics 4 All!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well its up.....&lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie's&lt;/strong&gt; photo page, u can now see some of the ppl i crap on about, and a few new faces....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its is ever growing, any contributions are welcome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sarah5437.fotopic.net"&gt;Go Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108571881335625930?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108571881335625930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108571881335625930' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108571881335625930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108571881335625930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/pics-4-all.html' title='Pics 4 All!!!!'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108567036622653459</id><published>2004-05-28T00:31:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-28T00:36:06.226+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Its Here!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to some hard work from&lt;strong&gt; Bear&lt;/strong&gt;....the &lt;strong&gt;RatPack&lt;/strong&gt; website is now up!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Still under construction but on its way to bein bewdiful!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon u will be able to learn more of the numerous parties frequenting this page....and say hello to the &lt;em&gt;fashion guru&lt;/em&gt; of the page!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So grab a coffee, couple tim tams, get in those trackies u've had since yr10 PE and sit back and enjoy a little light weight entertainment from the spawn of &lt;strong&gt;Marden&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. should probably give u the link hey..... &lt;strong&gt;www.rat-pack.tk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108567036622653459?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108567036622653459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108567036622653459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108567036622653459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108567036622653459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/its-here_28.html' title='Its Here!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108556034353082938</id><published>2004-05-26T17:58:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-26T18:02:23.530+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Shout Out!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; would just like to give a shout out to the &lt;strong&gt;RatPack!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to see a new wave of bloggers following in this cutie's footsteps altho some...cough cough &lt;strong&gt;Mr.Slick&lt;/strong&gt;....are far more advanced than me....&lt;br /&gt;So hey to &lt;strong&gt;Mr.Slick, Bear, RedSquare, Huu&lt;/strong&gt; my fellow skank underworld organised crime family memebers...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luv u guys!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr.Slick and Bear&lt;/strong&gt;....luving the pages!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108556034353082938?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108556034353082938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108556034353082938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108556034353082938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108556034353082938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/shout-out.html' title='Shout Out!!!!'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108555859064874301</id><published>2004-05-26T16:30:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-26T17:33:10.646+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Burma</title><content type='html'>Now i know this is a little out of character for&lt;strong&gt; MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; and hey, may even make me come across as somewhat &lt;em&gt;intellectual&lt;/em&gt;, but i felt it necessary to write a post on a topic quickly taking the interest of my teenage girl brain..... &lt;strong&gt;Burma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a country in &lt;strong&gt;South East Asia&lt;/strong&gt; surrounded by Thailand, Laos, China and Bhutan. It isnt a large country with 657,740 sq km (about the size of texas), the estimated population is &lt;strong&gt;42,510,537&lt;/strong&gt; but that is quite inaccurate wen u take into account the disturbingly high mortality rate from AIDS and the fact that a lot of new babies born are not recorded.&lt;br /&gt;Something ironic is that this is a land of fear today and a land of conformity yet 89% of Burmese ppl are&lt;strong&gt; Buddhists&lt;/strong&gt;, one of the most peaceful religions of the world. Burmese as ppl are lovely placid, simple ppl with living in peace as their main objective....it is the work of &lt;strong&gt;'The Generals'&lt;/strong&gt; that is keeping Burma in a state of turmoil.&lt;br /&gt;These &lt;strong&gt;Generals&lt;/strong&gt; lead the country and either they or family or friends own every major industry there. So the possibility of a loop hole to bring the government to their knees is minimal. They control the 2 internet servers in Burma and have blocked numerous sites from view as they will convey opinions these generals do not want the public to have. They claim that they dont support the drug trade industry and even built a Drug Prevention museum to shield ur eyes from the truth. Burma is rich in &lt;strong&gt;Opium&lt;/strong&gt; and these men know it, it brings sooooo much money to them why would they stop???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burmese ppl are jailed for years on end for expressing an opinion that is not the opinion of the government &lt;strong&gt;(SPDC)&lt;/strong&gt; or protesting. One man has been jailed for 20yrs for writing a poem about freedom....in Aus u could get less for murder!!! &lt;br /&gt;Restaurants are bugged so u can not talk freely anywhere and wen a UN official came in to talk of peace and change he left within 2 days as he found that the government were having him followed and his room was bugged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this military regime came into power a man by the name of &lt;strong&gt;Aung San&lt;/strong&gt; was ruler and found Burma's independence earlier in the 20th century. He was a peaceful man who believed in the life that the Burmese ppl wanted, a democracy, this was until he was assassinated. &lt;br /&gt;Now technically the &lt;strong&gt;Generals&lt;/strong&gt; should no longer be in power, in the 1988 elections &lt;em&gt;Aung San's&lt;/em&gt; daughter &lt;strong&gt;Aung San Suu Kyi&lt;/strong&gt; won an amazing amount of votes at 89%. Now due to the wealth and power these &lt;strong&gt;Generals&lt;/strong&gt; had, they didnt want to give it up and so didnt. They refused to hand over power to her and instead put her under house arrest and jailed most of the ppl in her political party &lt;strong&gt;(NLD).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was under house arrest from 1989-95 in which time her husband in England was dying. She asked whether she was allowed to be set free to be by his side and the &lt;strong&gt;Generals &lt;/strong&gt;stated that if she left for him she was to never return. She was given the ultimatum and made the worst sacrifice a wife and mother should have to make, she stayed...she stayed for her ppl.&lt;br /&gt;In 95 wen &lt;strong&gt;Suu Kyi&lt;/strong&gt; was released she went around Burma speaking to the ppl about change, and that it wasnt goin to come easy. This stayed this way for 5 yrs until one day at one of her speeches the government had organized &lt;em&gt;thugs&lt;/em&gt; to start a riot and kill innocent by standers so they had a reason to put her away again. She was then put under house arrest again until early 2003...she was released for a few months but was yet again taken back into custody and that is where she resides today. Pretty unfair considering that she is actually the leader of the country....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in &lt;strong&gt;Burma&lt;/strong&gt; is disgusting for the ppl, there are 1 million refugees living in slums on the Thailand border because it is a better life than back home, women are rarely allowed to leave the country as the government see them as potential sex slaves, prostitutes and drug dealers....and im not joking, they are encouraging it! The illegal adult industry in &lt;strong&gt;Burma&lt;/strong&gt; is huge! This has caused rape to become a huge issue with women in &lt;strong&gt;Burma&lt;/strong&gt; as young as 10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soldiers&lt;/strong&gt; are treated well but not that well, they still steal food from villagers, rape their daughters and wives and set fire to their houses simply because they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if these &lt;strong&gt;Generals&lt;/strong&gt; have all the money and power and if something like 40-50% of the national budget goes on armed forces how can the country overthrow its own government???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cant, its as simple as that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way that this government is goin to crumble is the same way it happened in India during the apartheid. Foreign trade sanctions need to come into place. &lt;br /&gt;Majority of western countries like America and Europe have frozen all legal trade with &lt;strong&gt;Burma.&lt;/strong&gt; Some still choose not to, not because they agree with the happenings in &lt;strong&gt;Burma&lt;/strong&gt; but because the money coming into their country is too great to give up. Like France which has a prominent oil company in &lt;strong&gt;Burma&lt;/strong&gt; will refuse to cut ties in order to rid the country of its current fascist state.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately &lt;strong&gt;Australia&lt;/strong&gt; is one too. We make no real financial gain from Burma but unlike America and Europe we are very close to South East Asia and therefore do not want to tarnish our reputation with those countries. We arent actually part of &lt;strong&gt;ASEAN&lt;/strong&gt; but we are close with many countries in it. For us to turn our back on &lt;strong&gt;Burma&lt;/strong&gt; would mean trouble for us, and hey if its to save our butts then why not sacrifice the freedom of quite a few million Burmese?&lt;br /&gt;My favourite part is how Australian officials are trying to make themselves feel a little better about supporting such a sadistic regime that we would not generally support. We have sent about 15 representatives into Burma to talk to about 100 of the 45 million Burmese ppl about change and how to come upon it....are we teasing them?? Giving them a false sense of hope?? And im sorry isnt that the most piss-weak effort u have heard from a country that has the resources to do more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys jump on the end of the queue!!! UN officials, peace keeping forces and organizations such as &lt;strong&gt;Amnesty &lt;/strong&gt;are trying the same thing...not to mention Suu Kyi's efforts! What a lame stratergy to rid ourselves of a guilty conscience! If we were really supporting the country we would be encouraging the public or even refusing to fly any &lt;strong&gt;Australians&lt;/strong&gt; over there because sending tourists is only supporting the regime.... Even &lt;strong&gt;Suu Kyi&lt;/strong&gt; has said dont come....not now....come wen Burma is a land of peace and beauty again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only the icing on the cake, but this situation is not goin to improve quickly and the immoral support from countries like France and Australia is not helping...Only one day can we hope that Burma will be free, that &lt;strong&gt;Aung San Suu Kyi&lt;/strong&gt; can lead her ppl into happiness and that the million refugees can cross the border and come home....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108555859064874301?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108555859064874301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108555859064874301' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108555859064874301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108555859064874301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/burma.html' title='Burma'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108548920484882804</id><published>2004-05-25T21:06:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-25T22:16:44.846+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Love and Marriage</title><content type='html'>Ok today i was sitting &lt;strong&gt;with DaGreekGoddess&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile's&lt;/strong&gt; lil sis &lt;strong&gt;HairQueen&lt;/strong&gt; as she was colouring my hair.....(thanks so much babe, i luv it!)&lt;br /&gt;The topic of relationships and marriage came up...wen we think we'll get married, to who, how many kids we want etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently this sort of conversation has been popping up everywhere...it really started me thinking. Do i want to get married?? Will i find someone i believe to be that special?? And will i be a good mum?? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I freaked!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was saying that they cant wait to get married and they want between 2-4 kids...they will be picky about who they chose (if they havent chosen already) but wen they do it will be all or nothing. They see themselves getting married pretty young and settling down with a family too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why didnt this sit rite with me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it that i've been burned before by men?&lt;br /&gt;Will no one ever live up to my papa &lt;strong&gt;BigBoss&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;My interaction with marriage and relationships has put me off?&lt;br /&gt;Am i doomed to be A sexual?&lt;br /&gt;Is &lt;strong&gt;Orlando Bloom&lt;/strong&gt; goin to one day wake up to his undying love for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God i wish it was the latter... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u think about it, relationships and marriages are failing everywhere these days, life is becoming too stressful, circumstances are driving ppl apart and the strive for independence is huge. How many friends do u have that have seperated or divorced parents, how many times have u had to console that best friend on a nasty break up....and i hate to say it but how many times have u been gropped walkin to the toilet in a bar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its becoming too easy to stay alone....Wen &lt;strong&gt;casual sex&lt;/strong&gt; is as about as common as seeing a &lt;strong&gt;commodore in Salisbury&lt;/strong&gt; why do we need to make things &lt;em&gt;'official'&lt;/em&gt;? Wen seeing someone is getting all the quirks whilst not feeling guilty about planting ur seed in someone else too.... Wen we can pick up thru SMS dating services for christ sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i thought about past relationships, how they started, how they failed, why i regret some of them.... All was good in the beginning and some were great all the way to the end... But some i figured out was just for the sake of having someone there...as bad as that is, u dont know at the time...&lt;br /&gt;I thought i was into them, and probably was at first but that soon faded and i started to see an ugly side and this resulted in goin our seperate ways... now before i make myself sound like a one woman &lt;strong&gt;melrose place&lt;/strong&gt; let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls will really know what im talkin about here... How many times have u really got into a guy, gone out with him, he's been a complete gentleman, made u feel like u were the best thing since &lt;em&gt;keyless entry&lt;/em&gt; not to mention called u every nite to hear about the mundain things u did that day? So things were all goin well, then a month or so down the track u find out the real person behind this &lt;strong&gt;Fabio&lt;/strong&gt; fasade... He doesnt call unless its because hes got the house to himself for a few hours or even the other (worse) extreme, goes thru ur phone to see ur msg's, who you've called and screams at u wen u look at &lt;strong&gt;Olivier Martinez&lt;/strong&gt; on the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the thing putting me off relationships not to mention marriage....&lt;strong&gt;ppl change.&lt;/strong&gt; ppl arent wat u see them for, and u certainly dont know someone well enuf in a month to be with them let alone know if u love them!&lt;br /&gt;Im not saying im immune from it, i know i change and i know that wen i lose respect for someone it is about as possible to get back as driving ur car up &lt;strong&gt;Mt. Everest.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;So am i doomed?&lt;/em&gt; If someone steps out of line once is it all over? Thats wat im scared of, that i will neva find someone that can make me happy and that i will devote all my strength to making them happy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is another story all together....ok majority of ppl will get married somewhere in their 20's...this means that if all goes well u will be spending the next say 60 yrs with this person....and only this person....&lt;br /&gt;Im worried about how much i will change in the next yr, imagine the transformation over &lt;strong&gt;60 yrs!&lt;/strong&gt; I find it hard to believe that there will be some guy out there that i will still love and adore and want after that period of time. He will change and so will i, life will take us in such different directions it would be so hard to stay the youngsters we were wen we took our vows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the &lt;strong&gt;50's&lt;/strong&gt; this would have been easier as it was the womans job to be at home and take care of her husband so her life didnt change too much, it lived thru him....not today.&lt;br /&gt;Women are out on their own, making their own life and sometimes somewhat better than men. Commitment is becoming scarce and as my big bro &lt;strong&gt;MelbSexMachine&lt;/strong&gt; said, we're the start, the next generation is gonna be worse, commitment will be a thing of the past, marriage will become almost unheard of and ppl will choose to have kids alot later if at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that my lifestyle over the next 10yrs wont exactly be the best for marriage or kids. I plan to travel and with the new found boost from &lt;strong&gt;BigBoss&lt;/strong&gt; for me to travel as much as i can, kids wont be happening till my late 20's. Mariagge maybe i would be able to handle but he would have to have a similar lifestyle i reckon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite before i scare myself lets get this straight, Im not against it all, i want to eventually get married and have little &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCuties&lt;/strong&gt; but im really cautious as to who this other half will be. Too many marriages are rushed into because of the misconception of love and end up failing. I want to have kids yes, i want 2 infact, but i want to ensure that they get the lifestyle that i was fortunate enuf to be brought up in so i will strive to provide that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for &lt;strong&gt;Mr. MissItalianCutie?&lt;/strong&gt; I am looking for him, an as much as it probably doesnt sound like it, i want someone to be happy with, i want that commitment. But i dont want this clouded judgement anymore, i've become picky about committing, I wont fall for it anymore unless i know he's the one i want to be with, one i can trust and trust myself with. Otherwise casual it will stay, wen that man comes along that makes my eyes stop wandering then this little cutie will be off the market let me assure u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nite ragazzi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. if any men out there think they fit this description...leave me a msg ;) haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108548920484882804?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108548920484882804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108548920484882804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108548920484882804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108548920484882804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/love-and-marriage.html' title='Love and Marriage'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108540587234788447</id><published>2004-05-24T23:05:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-24T23:07:52.346+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Just A Quick One...</title><content type='html'>Just to let u know...there are pics coming of &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; and all her friends....should be crazy, show some of the great times that i tell u so much about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please ignore dates on them tho their all fuked up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link coming soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mwa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108540587234788447?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108540587234788447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108540587234788447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108540587234788447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108540587234788447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/just-quick-one.html' title='Just A Quick One...'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108537971659661962</id><published>2004-05-24T15:26:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-24T16:33:42.906+09:30</updated><title type='text'>And Welcome Back!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; has returned from her awesome weekend trip to the one-of-a-kind city that is &lt;strong&gt;Melbourne&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All started because i got the wrong wknd off for &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess'&lt;/strong&gt; 18th so i thought why not??? Been meaning to go back and see my 'big brother' &lt;strong&gt;MelbSexMachine.&lt;/strong&gt; So on a spur of the moment decision booked my train ticket and headed off on the longest 12 hrs off my life!!!!!!! Anyone out there if u can avoid taking this long, treck across the scrub we call &lt;strong&gt;Aus&lt;/strong&gt; then do so! Initially it was meant to be 10 hrs which was already bad enuf but as i was dying to get back there i was willing to sacrifice &lt;em&gt;my sanity&lt;/em&gt; for that day. But yes we had to unnecessarily wait for freight trains to pass somewhere in between &lt;strong&gt;Ararat &lt;/strong&gt; and some other hick town. Then ofcourse the Sydney train didnt leave for ages so we were delayed a few stops out of the city....do u understand the torcher of this young cutie...seeing the city she adores so much and not being able to get to it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we pulled in and there he was standng waiting...this &lt;em&gt;attractive young metro&lt;/em&gt; of a man suitably dressed in jeans, cream jacket and black scarf...mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MelbSexMachine&lt;/strong&gt; then proceeded to lead me to the tram back to his place where i was introduced to the housemates and given the routine tour...&lt;br /&gt;I settled in a little then we decided to head out for a drink, &lt;strong&gt;E55&lt;/strong&gt; was the bar of choice and we sat down to some smooth beats, japanese beer and a long brotherly/sisterly chat about relationships/marriage. The nite progressed to Lygon St where i was verbally polluted by the immature comment of one drunk Victorian...&lt;em&gt;"Hey i reckon i've fucked her!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not likely hun!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thanks goes out to &lt;strong&gt;MelbSexMachine&lt;/strong&gt; for clearly stating what he thought of the comment with a simple hand gesture...hehe&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much crashed out that nite on the suprisingly comfortable sofa bed to wake up the next day at like 3. We then headed to my requested &lt;strong&gt;St. Kilda&lt;/strong&gt; for a very belated breakfast (4pm)....mmmm croissant. Then off to the anticipated shopping on &lt;strong&gt;Chapel St&lt;/strong&gt;....god melb, i luv it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri nite saw &lt;strong&gt;MissItalainCutie&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;MelbSexMachine&lt;/strong&gt; off to one of his mates 21st and got into a pretty funny conversation with &lt;strong&gt;HerBitch&lt;/strong&gt;....Then we headed to &lt;strong&gt;The Glenferry&lt;/strong&gt; to witness a quite ludicrous domestic over a hotdog which was followed by the boyfriend chucking a cement slab over a fence and making a fair attempt at kicking the shit out of a fence...what his girlfriend had to say??? &lt;em&gt;'He's not always this bad...'&lt;/em&gt; Rite....Ur on to a good one there luv!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; had quite a few drinks, a poor attempt by &lt;strong&gt;Horsham-man&lt;/strong&gt; to pick me up, several unappropriate ass gropes as i headed to the toilet...then as the alcohol wore off went home and crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat was spent sleeping and bumming round ready for a big one saturday nite. I met a few other of &lt;strong&gt;MelbSexMachines&lt;/strong&gt; friends and we headed to &lt;strong&gt;E55&lt;/strong&gt; again for pre drinks before heading to the much loved by this blogger...&lt;strong&gt;Amber Lounge.&lt;/strong&gt; This was an underground joint full of u guessed it...amber coloured lights...not the biggest joint in the world but still great...we got a booth and as they started to roll in i was amazed and excited at the amount of &lt;em&gt;extremely good-looking&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;'fully killa's'&lt;/strong&gt; around. They were everywhere, including the tragic picasso that was &lt;strong&gt;CyprusGirl&lt;/strong&gt;. A greek with a bad attempt at drawn on tattoo on her thigh, a dress inspired by the 1920's and a hair style &lt;em&gt;Sharon Osbourne&lt;/em&gt; would be jealous of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess&lt;/strong&gt; asked me to get pics of these amazing hulks of men so &lt;strong&gt;MelbSexMachine&lt;/strong&gt; came up with the ploy that i go up say i work for a magazine, doin an article on melb nitelife and would need photos for the story. With a little inticing this wonder wandered over to a &lt;em&gt;perfect specimen&lt;/em&gt; siting all by himself...my nerves were killing me but to my shock he believed every word i said, even a little excited at the thought that i chose him.&lt;br /&gt;After this i got my confidence and wanted more...there was a &lt;em&gt;tall italian &lt;/em&gt;in a white jacket that i had noticed earlier, he intimidated me a little so i didnt approach him at first...but as he walked past he stared and smiled and while i was talkin to one of the girls could see in the corner of my eye he was staring...so i thought fuk it, im only here for the wknd!!!! &lt;strong&gt;go girl!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my shock he actually started talkin to me after i got the shot and picked me up....&lt;em&gt;my jaw was having trouble constructing sentences&lt;/em&gt;...he was pretty fine so i got his number (home...strange) and went to the dancefloor with the others to get down a little. I saw him watching me the whole time, such a turn on, then everyone wanted&lt;strong&gt; RnB&lt;/strong&gt; and as we went to leave he grabbed my arm and proceeded to use a classic line on me about my eyes...told him i would call gave him a kiss on the cheek and left...still yet to call him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that nite i got up pretty early to do some last minute shopping on &lt;strong&gt;Bridge Rd&lt;/strong&gt; before i headed back to this large country town &lt;strong&gt;Adelaide.&lt;/strong&gt; Lets say i am the ultimate bargain shopper and melb is my playground...hehe had a great run.&lt;br /&gt;To top my already &lt;em&gt;'cloud 9 mood'&lt;/em&gt; from the nite before and the shopping i had just done this little &lt;em&gt;Indian couple&lt;/em&gt; were sitting next to me on the tram talkin to each other. The husband then turned to me and said...&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;em&gt;'My wife asked to me to ask u...r u a model??'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This topped it!!!! I was so flattered considering my lack of sleep, lack of make up and attempt to impress. I walked of that tram feeling like I'd just got the &lt;strong&gt;MissUniverse&lt;/strong&gt; award. haha enuf of my self modesty...yuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes that nite was sad...leaving a city i adore in all its extremities to come back to my worryful, stressful, down rite annoying life in &lt;strong&gt;Adelaide&lt;/strong&gt;. After a few hugs, idol chit chat of a return with &lt;strong&gt;Da wogs&lt;/strong&gt; i was heading home to my home land....&lt;br /&gt;I have to say the one reason i was happy to head home...maybe the only reason...was my girls...i was missing them &lt;strong&gt;like crazy&lt;/strong&gt;, by about sat afternoon it was hurting not seeing them...anyone who knows us u will know what im saying, &lt;strong&gt;DaWogs&lt;/strong&gt; see each other at least once everyday no joke...not having them there to talk and laugh and go to &lt;strong&gt;Villi's&lt;/strong&gt; was killing me....I luv u guys so much!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes now im home, not as sad as i was wen i woke up this morning to find myself in &lt;strong&gt;Belair&lt;/strong&gt; instead of &lt;strong&gt;Spencer St&lt;/strong&gt; but yes back to reality now...no avoiding these 4 assignments now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108537971659661962?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108537971659661962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108537971659661962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108537971659661962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108537971659661962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/and-welcome-back.html' title='And Welcome Back!!!!!!'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108493575641417239</id><published>2004-05-19T12:18:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-19T12:32:36.413+09:30</updated><title type='text'>I Hang My Head In Shame....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; has fallen for the trend that is &lt;em&gt;ugg boots!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry guys, usually i would be paying out such a last minute, poor excuse for comfort fashion trend.....but &lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt; are they the ultimate shoe!!! Not only can i bum around the house in these knee high, skin of a sheep footwear but i can wear them out and look good!!! well....sort of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt go the whole way and buy the ones that are pure ugg boots with the pathetic cushion filling sole, i actually got ones with a bit of style as to cover them up under jeans wen they arent &lt;em&gt;'so cool'.&lt;/em&gt; I am currently sitting in the library with a group of class mates bitching about a fuckwit of a person &lt;strong&gt;Asshole&lt;/strong&gt; who apparently has a problem with ur cutie and &lt;strong&gt;RedSquare&lt;/strong&gt; because we talk about goin out on the wknds....wtf!!!! fuking get a life!!! I am indeed the most comfy at the moment with my internal heating service shoes which &lt;strong&gt;Asshole&lt;/strong&gt; surely has something to say about....&lt;em&gt;ooooo only skanks wear them!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; is standing by her new fashion accessory, sure next yr they will be a thing of the past but hey they will double as a pair of the most ultimate slippers ever!!! Anyone got attitude just try them on u will soon be converted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for u &lt;strong&gt;Asshole&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;em&gt;its on biatch!!!!!&lt;/em&gt; Let the skank, ugly fuk wars begin!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108493575641417239?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108493575641417239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108493575641417239' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108493575641417239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108493575641417239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-hang-my-head-in-shame.html' title='I Hang My Head In Shame....'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108477259938163230</id><published>2004-05-17T14:47:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-18T11:07:46.973+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me ur gonna have to speak up!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MissItalainCutie&lt;/strong&gt; is feeling the after effects of &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess'&lt;/strong&gt; 18th!!!!! Im tired, cold, got the sniffles and an unusual alcohol after taste...ewwwww...but was it worth it??? oh hell yeh!!!!!!! The nite consisted of unnecessary amounts of time to get ready, posed &lt;em&gt;'u want us'&lt;/em&gt; photos, countless shots of anything over the 40% barrier, random screaming at the public whilst &lt;em&gt;doin a 'rundle'&lt;/em&gt;, hours and hours of we're from the latest &lt;strong&gt;Nelly&lt;/strong&gt; video dancing, smoke after smoke after smoke and finally  a nice warm drink at &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCuties'&lt;/strong&gt; second home....&lt;strong&gt;Villi's.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did the nite start??? with &lt;strong&gt;HotBoss&lt;/strong&gt; ofcourse! haha no me and him were closing up shop and he gave me a lift home as my rents had decided to temporarily steal my car...then he turned to me and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'You dont know how to drive manual properlu hey? cmon switch seats.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok one) &lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt; two) &lt;strong&gt;DAYMN&lt;/strong&gt; and three) &lt;strong&gt;WTF??&lt;/strong&gt; I couldnt beleive he was letting me behind the wheel of his rx7 and now is goin to be my driving instructor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways after that i quickly ran inside to wrap&lt;strong&gt; DaGreekGoddess' &lt;/strong&gt;somewhat graphic present that &lt;em&gt;my mum&lt;/em&gt; had to embarassingly exchange for me that day....sorry mum!!! Then proceeded to franticly find something to wear with my new pants....wtf do u wear with brown pants? it was more difficult than i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then i went to pick up &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile&lt;/strong&gt; and a new edition &lt;strong&gt;Sexual&lt;/strong&gt;. She brought along her friend &lt;strong&gt;BustAMove&lt;/strong&gt; and after a quick acrylic nail emergency that &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile's&lt;/strong&gt; mum fixed for me (thanx babe!) we were on our way to pick up the birthday girl for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to the door and my future husband &lt;strong&gt;PornStar&lt;/strong&gt; answered....hello!!! I have to say this is one of &lt;strong&gt;THE &lt;/strong&gt;hottest outfits i had ever seen him in!!! Ok I know its bad...he's only 14 but seriously if u had seen him u would have sudden trouble controlling ur jaw, mumbling something that sounds like &lt;strong&gt;DAYMN&lt;/strong&gt; and a slight hint of dribbling escaping the side of ur lip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;strong&gt;TheParade&lt;/strong&gt; having dinner we bumped into &lt;strong&gt;J-Very-Lo&lt;/strong&gt; whop had just won her dance comps...go girl! She joined us while we '&lt;em&gt;mangiato'&lt;/em&gt; our anglo-saxon interpretation of italian foods such as lasagne, calzone, penne con pollo and wat looked like fettucini cabornara. We talked for a bit, bumped into a family friend and downed about 3-4 glasses of house wine each and then after a few failed attempts to get &lt;strong&gt;J-Very-Lo &lt;/strong&gt;to come out with us we headed back to &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess'&lt;/strong&gt; for drinks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my hubby his very first, &lt;strong&gt;quite strong cowboy&lt;/strong&gt; shot and was impressed to see him down it like he had them all the time...then the other girls got into the action before we became too impatient and wanted to take our &lt;em&gt;new found adult&lt;/em&gt; on to the town...not that this was new for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;strong&gt;Sexual's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;'fully sick' &lt;/em&gt;gold gemini with tints we routinely did a '&lt;em&gt;rundle&lt;/em&gt;' screaming at random ppl that it was indeed &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess'&lt;/strong&gt; 18th! Then we headed to &lt;strong&gt;Heaven&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;World Nite&lt;/strong&gt;... Now this cutie accidently forgot that we werent meant to go in till &lt;strong&gt;Ecko&lt;/strong&gt; got there cause he had bought the b'day girl a ticket for her pressie...&lt;em&gt;im so sorry &lt;/em&gt;ok it slipped my mind i just wanted to get inside from the cold!..now lay off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we pretty much started dancing straight away...how we usually get wen we hear an RnB track....and i shouted &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile&lt;/strong&gt; drinks all nite as her money went missing and i couldnt have her sober...not tonite. We went off to tracks such as Stand Up, Crazy in Love, Get Tipsy, J-lo and Seven Nation Army. This is about the point that &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; looked across the dance floor to spot &lt;em&gt;the lap dancer&lt;/em&gt; that had tried to pick me up a few weeks before at a work function standing about 2feet away from me....and lets just say, for a lap dancer...he cant dance!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about 3 we headed out to head to my club of choice &lt;strong&gt;Cargo's.&lt;/strong&gt; Said goodbye to &lt;strong&gt;Ecko&lt;/strong&gt; but didnt quite make it there as &lt;strong&gt;BustAMove&lt;/strong&gt; met up with a couple of her friends &lt;strong&gt;PlayaVoice&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;BomfunkMc.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BomfunkMC's&lt;/strong&gt; resemblance to the dance artist was bizarre, hence the name. He amazed me with his talent to pick things so me and &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess&lt;/strong&gt; ended up talkin to him all nite asking him question after question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took us to &lt;strong&gt;Villi's&lt;/strong&gt; which i lata found out that &lt;strong&gt;Ecko&lt;/strong&gt; decided to come along as well. This made the 2 new members quiet much to &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess'&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;yukness&lt;/em&gt;, i think it was the fact there was another guy there. So yeh after a few warm drinks we were all stuffed and decided to head home....as soon as i hit the pillow i could hear my head &lt;em&gt;throbbing&lt;/em&gt;...now to the title of this blog, Heaven was excessively loud tonite, u couldnt breathe properly as u walked past the dancefloor as the bass was pounding ur chest that bad! I couldnt hear anything all the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes i am now sick from the big wknd...but it was still worth it...i just pray im beat for a wknd in &lt;strong&gt;Melb!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;woohoo!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to ya wen i get back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108477259938163230?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108477259938163230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108477259938163230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108477259938163230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108477259938163230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/excuse-me-ur-gonna-have-to-speak-up.html' title='Excuse me ur gonna have to speak up!!!!'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108467721774970958</id><published>2004-05-16T12:23:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-16T12:43:37.750+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo Get Ready 2 Partay!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes its sunday! &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess' 18th tonite!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; finally got a descent nite's sleep last nite only to be woken by &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess&lt;/strong&gt; freaking out about whats gonna happen tonite.... Not 10 in the morning girl!&lt;br /&gt;So after the stressing out it has been decided that i pick the girls up at 8:30 and we go for b'day dinner at the parade then head back to &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess'&lt;/strong&gt; for drink and then head to town after we've had a few....since &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess&lt;/strong&gt; doesnt actually turn 18 till 12 we'll prob head in pretty late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh yeh!!!!! Tonite is gonna be mad! Hang with &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess, OMGThatSmile, Ecko, Cyprian,&lt;/strong&gt; and a new addition &lt;strong&gt;Sexual&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;em&gt;'where the whos who hangs out'&lt;/em&gt; Heaven. Plan to dance excessively all nite which isnt out of the ordinary wen us girls are together...get &lt;em&gt;extremely drunk&lt;/em&gt;, maybe pick up tho i aint looking for it tonite and ensure that i dont see my front door till at least 5 the next morning if at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no doubt u will have a &lt;strong&gt;HUGE &lt;/strong&gt;post top read tomo on the nite's events...stay tuned&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108467721774970958?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108467721774970958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108467721774970958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108467721774970958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108467721774970958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/woohoo-get-ready-2-partay.html' title='Woohoo Get Ready 2 Partay!!!!'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108462906792373846</id><published>2004-05-15T22:35:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-15T23:21:07.923+09:30</updated><title type='text'>C Me Driftin....</title><content type='html'>So getting up this morning proved even more difficult than expected...hehe&lt;br /&gt;I got up at 7:30, hastily put on whatever casual clothing was nearest to me and waited for &lt;strong&gt;MissSecretary&lt;/strong&gt; and her bf &lt;strong&gt;Holden&lt;/strong&gt; to come pick me up. Unfortunately this lasted 5mins before i was back on the pillow dreaming of the sleep i could have had today...then the doorbell rang...time to leave for the &lt;em&gt;hour trip&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;Mallala&lt;/strong&gt; to watch all the beautifully modified and sometimes ridiculous entrants in the competition slide their car all over the racetrack in the efforts to impress the judges with the &lt;em&gt;amount their back tyres were smoking baby!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my pillow with me as we drove back towards &lt;strong&gt;Holden's&lt;/strong&gt; house to pick up another car enthusiast &lt;strong&gt;WannabeGangsta&lt;/strong&gt;. After that we were on our way with &lt;strong&gt;Fresh&lt;/strong&gt; blaring at an ungodly hour of the morning. Now i know ur reading &lt;strong&gt;MelbSexMachine&lt;/strong&gt; and before u beat me down with a stick for having the music blarring let alone at 8:30 in the morning, let me say there was a reason!!! &lt;strong&gt;Holden's&lt;/strong&gt; car doesnt have 5th gear and 4th left us with this unusually loud droaning noise so we cranked the beats to at least have a less annoying loud droaning noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to this creepy, somewhat resembling the nearby (wellknown for its banks town) &lt;strong&gt;Snowtown&lt;/strong&gt;, country 'gathering' called &lt;strong&gt;Mallala.&lt;/strong&gt; The practises were already underway at the motorway. I know what ur thinking...exactly wat i did this morning....who the fuk gets up here this time on a sat morning let alone be able to drift their car successfully? &lt;em&gt;Car freaks, rev heads, enthusiasts, mentally insane, whatever u want to call th&lt;/em&gt;em...something i am quite quickly becoming...sorry dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 2 hrs of them cruising round this track fuking up their tred, changing god knows how many tyres, fixing god knows how many body kits and repairing clutches, gearboxes etc the competition got underway. There were originally 40 &lt;em&gt;'watch me take this sideways'&lt;/em&gt; contestants and it kept getting narrowed down till the last 2 who went for &lt;strong&gt;sudden death.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to say the selection was quite fine, u had ur typical drift cars like skylines, 200's, 180's, 300's, silvias, sil80s, and there were also a few rx7's, holdens, &lt;strong&gt;1 FORD&lt;/strong&gt;, corolla's, datsuns and even a Rolls Royce! My favs had to be the fluro pink 200 named 'little pink biatch', red 200, red R32, white R31 (surprising for me), VL Calais and the much underestimated VB commodore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the initial hit to the back kit of the &lt;strong&gt;red R33&lt;/strong&gt; there were no more accidents but Alot of mechanical failures. The commentators were something to listen to as well, apart from one of them clearly getting the skylines models wrong everytime there was this chinese commentator that i think arranged the whole event. The only reason i mention him is because he had the &lt;strong&gt;voice of a 5yr old&lt;/strong&gt; trying to talk seriously about these muscle machines. If anyone has listened to the 12th man he sounds like the commentator that cant pronounce his S's....&lt;em&gt;exactly like it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes the selection was narrowing and the racing was becoming viscous! It got to the final 6 and the selection was all nissans, with an &lt;strong&gt;R32 and R33, 180, 200 and silvia&lt;/strong&gt;...which makes it 5...so what was the other??? Yep this &lt;strong&gt;VB commodore&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!! It was caining everyone!!!!! Much to the disgust of all jap lovers out there..u know who i mean!&lt;br /&gt;So yes all these jap mods spent G's doin their cars up to perform and even against one of the &lt;strong&gt;fastest R33's in Aus &lt;/strong&gt;this &lt;strong&gt;VB&lt;/strong&gt; that the driver woulda got for like a grand was killing him!!! All unitl one mistake which got the &lt;strong&gt;VB&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;disqualified&lt;/em&gt; and it was a sea of red jap for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the winner of the day???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very nicely presented, very nicely driven &lt;strong&gt;red 200sx&lt;/strong&gt; with more stickers on it than a yr7 skool girls diary! Well done...saw the car... was a piece of work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to the special guest commentator, &lt;strong&gt;the fastest and best female drifter in Aus&lt;/strong&gt;, u are now officially my new idol!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;That will be me!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108462906792373846?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108462906792373846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108462906792373846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108462906792373846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108462906792373846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/c-me-driftin.html' title='C Me Driftin....'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108461669314049894</id><published>2004-05-15T19:03:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-15T19:54:53.140+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Oh Wat A Nite...</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh Friday how i luv u! I decided to show up to my social studies lesson (late) today even tho i had not even started the &lt;em&gt;currently due assignment&lt;/em&gt;. This lasted all of about 20mins as the much respected teacher &lt;strong&gt;NevaADeadLine&lt;/strong&gt; read an article to us about the termoils in Burma at the moment. To my surprise for a friday i actually listened in and was quite intrigued by the story. Then &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie, UrHowOld and RedSquare&lt;/strong&gt; proceeded to lie about goin to the library an headed for &lt;em&gt;smokers area&lt;/em&gt; instead. Yet again, as so often wen we sit in the &lt;em&gt;smokers area&lt;/em&gt;, the conversation turned to sex. This one was not as traumatising or deemed &lt;strong&gt;socially inappropriate &lt;/strong&gt;, as most of the other ppl sitting around walked past to give their input. But us three were chatting away for well over an hour on pretty much any querie we had on the opposite sex... &lt;strong&gt;UrHowOld&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to know what sort of noises girls liked out of guys and me and &lt;strong&gt;RedSquare&lt;/strong&gt; were trying to get an answer to a very long searched question...&lt;em&gt;do men grow hair on their balls or around?&lt;/em&gt; Lets say we got our answer...hehe&lt;br /&gt;As educational as this pathetic cover up for sexual frustration within the group was i had to be off to meet&lt;strong&gt; OMGThatSmile &lt;/strong&gt;in town to shop for &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess'&lt;/strong&gt; 18th pressie. &lt;strong&gt;UrHowOld&lt;/strong&gt; wanted to join as he quite firmly believed that i was buying her a sex toy. Wrong. I did proceed to buy her a book titled &lt;em&gt;'Drive Him Crazy: 100 Sex Tips 4 Women'&lt;/em&gt;, something i am starting to believe all men should be having a look at. &lt;br /&gt;It wasnt till i got the book out on the drive home that i realised i had picked up the wrong book of the same name...this was the male version all about how to go down on a chick and the (I think should be compulsory to learn in high skool) &lt;strong&gt;'Grind'&lt;/strong&gt; and/or &lt;strong&gt;'figure 8'&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh well have to have another embarassing encounter with the sales guy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways after this &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; headed home for wat was a delicious ravioli bolognese made by the &lt;strong&gt;BigBoss&lt;/strong&gt;. I then got ready to head out with &lt;strong&gt;RedSquare&lt;/strong&gt; to a VERY out of the way place called &lt;strong&gt;The Vic.&lt;/strong&gt; This was so i could catch up with my mr.nice guy friend &lt;strong&gt;Speakerboxxx&lt;/strong&gt; and my long-term internet buddy &lt;strong&gt;Undy&lt;/strong&gt; whom i have spoken to for over a yr now, know alot about, lives 3 streets away from me but had never met. Strange he introduced me to &lt;strong&gt;Speakerboxxx&lt;/strong&gt; on msn and within a couple weeks i had met him but still no &lt;strong&gt;Undy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after driving for a good 40mins to get to this 'surrounded by a giant paddock' revamped pub i introduced &lt;strong&gt;RedSquare to Speakerboxxx&lt;/strong&gt; who then informed me that &lt;strong&gt;Undy&lt;/strong&gt; was still not there yet! &lt;em&gt;Strike one Undy!&lt;/em&gt; Haha...&lt;br /&gt;So we drank (well i had red bull...damned designated driver), danced a little and then finally the man of the moment arrived! Was unbelievable to finally see the face of this tall good-looking man who i had to drive to other side of town to see despite him being no more than 5 mins walk from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the nite was mad...i loved &lt;strong&gt;The Vic&lt;/strong&gt; and i have to say &lt;strong&gt;SpeakerBoxxx's and Undy's&lt;/strong&gt; mates were pretty cool too, except for &lt;strong&gt;StareBoy&lt;/strong&gt;, he creeped me out for u can guess what. We all danced to some very main stream but still classics such as &lt;em&gt;California Love, Bust a Move, Diirty, Boom Boom Shake the Room, alot of outkast and black eyed peas &lt;/em&gt;(MissItalianCutie's fav!) and hey there was even some local talent &lt;strong&gt;J-Wess and Hilltop Hoods &lt;/strong&gt;in there. This was a change from the usual pub scene which u can hear such beats as &lt;em&gt;The Holy Grail, U2, What About Me and any INXS&lt;/em&gt; track. Granted it is born with any true australian the automatic knowledge of the lyrics to The Holy Grail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the nite grew closer to an end &lt;strong&gt;Undy&lt;/strong&gt; went missing with an unknown party....hehe...or so he thinks! Only playing! &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; was talking to &lt;strong&gt;Speakerboxxx&lt;/strong&gt; and he fessed up that he liked &lt;strong&gt;RedSquare&lt;/strong&gt; and asked if i would mind him goin for her! Weird...ofcourse not! But as me and him had been talking about the past week his picking up skills are not defined as he always comes across as the best friend type...why?....cause hes &lt;strong&gt;mr. nice guy&lt;/strong&gt;. So we got a booth to sit in which somewhat made the nite a little more &lt;em&gt;'intimate'&lt;/em&gt; and i sat next to a new found friend &lt;strong&gt;Cyprian&lt;/strong&gt;. we got along well and i felt quite comfortable chilling with him for the rest of the nite. On the other side &lt;strong&gt;Speakerboxxx&lt;/strong&gt; was pulling some suttle little moves on &lt;strong&gt;RedSquare&lt;/strong&gt; to suss her interest out....this progressed as the nite went on and at times had me and &lt;strong&gt;Cyprian&lt;/strong&gt; in histerics at how blatently obvious it was getting. He didnt get the kiss he wanted..well..not exactly but i have to say &lt;strong&gt;Speakerboxxx&lt;/strong&gt; i give u at least a 15 out of 10 on effort...u went ur hardest son and its a good beginning to getting on ur way to becoming the &lt;strong&gt;pick up machine!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping &lt;strong&gt;Cyprian&lt;/strong&gt; home to a suburb which is like a secret city in the middle of nowhere, me and &lt;strong&gt;RedSquare&lt;/strong&gt; dropped past &lt;strong&gt;'Macca's'&lt;/strong&gt; to abuse &lt;strong&gt;Paul&lt;/strong&gt; for his surprise tactics and get a much waited for &lt;em&gt;Chicken Foccacia.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got home about 5ish and realised i had to be up at 7:30 the next morning to head to &lt;strong&gt;Mallala&lt;/strong&gt; for the drift comps....dear god...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108461669314049894?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108461669314049894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108461669314049894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108461669314049894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108461669314049894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/oh-wat-nite.html' title='Oh Wat A Nite...'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108436074662030282</id><published>2004-05-12T20:09:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-12T20:49:06.620+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Tarot Readings</title><content type='html'>ok....im freaked out!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;A old friend of &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie's&lt;/strong&gt; and a new edition to this page, &lt;strong&gt;J-Very-Lo&lt;/strong&gt;, was talkin to me tonite about her recent card reading... Now me and her havent been as close of late, i think cause everyones lives are sorta heading different directions now...but i still luv ya girl!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways this came across as strange to me as she is also an italian friend of mine and her family is somewhat even more traditional than mine. Anyone out there familiar with the rituals of an italian family will know that we are &lt;em&gt;highly superstitious&lt;/em&gt; and quite stubborn at times with our beliefs...&lt;br /&gt;For example we have the typical 'dont walk under ladders', 'dont cross the path of a black cat' stuff like that. Probably not so widely believed that if u believe u are cursed u grab a bowl of water and bend ur finger over it and drop some olive oil (how ethnic) over ur finger and let it run down to ur knuckle and drop into the bowl. Let only one drop fall and if the drop falls in one blob then u are not cursed, if it spreads into 3-4 then u are. Always a classic my italian teacher would scare the hell out of us with.&lt;br /&gt;But also wogs have a superstition about getting ur future told, its a &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; no no. They dont believe that fate should be toyed with and to get ur cards read is sort of playing &lt;strong&gt;god&lt;/strong&gt; to them and is seen as bad luck. So this baffled me as to why she went...but she didnt care as i probably would not either as im not really a practising &lt;em&gt;'God has put the fear of everything into me' &lt;/em&gt; nonna.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that would stop me is finding out abotu death, i dont want soemthing like that playing on my mind....god like life isnt stressful enuf! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeh she went to this reading and tonite was telling me of some of the findings....seriously....some &lt;strong&gt;fkn freaky shit&lt;/strong&gt; came out of that and anyone who knows stuff about &lt;strong&gt;J-Very-Lo's&lt;/strong&gt; life will agree.&lt;br /&gt;She asked if she had a friend called me (&lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt;) and said ur not as close to her as u used to be are u? U should give her a call... that was the beginning, things got even better than that but i wont go into details as it will not have any meaning to u guys....just trust me on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeh it got down to look out for a &lt;strong&gt;Red Commodore&lt;/strong&gt;, dont go driving in one around &lt;em&gt;Virginia, Port Wakefield Rd or the hills&lt;/em&gt; cause its gonna have an accident...Now if this is as true as everything else she has said then fuk me if im getting in a red commodore anytime soon! Then i thought closer about it and realised that a very close, dear friend to me &lt;strong&gt;Ecko&lt;/strong&gt;, his besty friend drives a red commodore so i proceeded to call him straight away with an over-paranoid tone to warn him to not step within &lt;strong&gt;10 feet&lt;/strong&gt; of that car as i didnt want anything to happen to him...let alone any of my other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i thought how true are these ppl?? I kow alot are full of crap but what if there are some ppl out there that have this &lt;em&gt;paranormal talent&lt;/em&gt;?? I mean wen i was little my parents used to tell me that i could see &lt;strong&gt;auras&lt;/strong&gt; and that i was pretty accurate, so maybe this little italian cutie will end up in south georgia whining on the street '&lt;em&gt;ur gonna die!&lt;/em&gt;' God help me! I wonder if i can still see them??? hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold up im gonna go do this olive oil test...see if anyones cursed me of late...and if they have i know exactly who u r!!!!! haha joking...hold on a min...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;waiting...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;waiting...&lt;/em&gt; (quite aggrevating thinking music starts to play)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! One Blob! &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; has not been cursed! She is saved for another day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps&lt;/strong&gt;. if anyone else i know has a reading and something interesting comes up...u beta contact me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108436074662030282?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108436074662030282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108436074662030282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108436074662030282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108436074662030282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/tarot-readings.html' title='Tarot Readings'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108433123897430114</id><published>2004-05-12T11:51:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-12T12:37:18.973+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Half-assed Friends</title><content type='html'>Last nite MissItalianCutie ventured out to the 15yr old nitelife scene more commonly known as The Parade with a much valued friend of hers...CantSayNo. We decided to have a nite of Lasagne, Calzone, cake and the much adored (possibly stalked) Angelina Jolie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bravo's is a great restaurant, in the heart of this somewhat main st. A small menu but everything on it is 'mwa!'. It is sort of the restaurant that ppl go to wen they have out grown the very popular, very sleazy orgy fest that is Cafe Buongiornos. It is known for a fact that 80%+ of the employees there are currently or have screwed one or more of the other employees... Boys take note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to say dinner was fantastic, the conversation was mainly to do with my bro, WilliamsF1, and the man of the moment.....Igor. We laughed, we ate, I bagged out the 'FullyKillas' that came to sit next to us then we headed off to see the one i had been waiting for.....Angelina...grrrrrr ;)&lt;br /&gt;Its safe to say that all ppl i know or have come acroos think she is the ultimate, guys and girls the world over are infatuated with the daughter of my father's idol....John Voight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fantastic movie! A couple of moments had MissItalianCutie jumping out of her skin, and CantSayNo stating...&lt;br /&gt;                                  'That just took a couple yrs off me!'&lt;br /&gt;A highlight, as lesbian as it sounds (but i dont care...its Angelina), was the scene where she gets it on with Ethan Hawke and he quite visably pulls aside her robe....grrrrr perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to the point of this post....Wen we were sitting down at the restaurant some old skool friends of MissItalianCuties walked in... wen i say old i mean last yr from yr 12...After high skool i sort of dropped all friends that werent really close to me cause to be frank i got sick of the ppl that i had just spent 5 yrs, some 10, socialising with at skool. Unfortunately this included my best friend but she didnt realise that it was alot earlier than she thinks, mainly because she wasnt at all the person i thought i was friends with, she was evil....pure evil.&lt;br /&gt;So yeh these girls walked in and i already knew the convo we would have....hi, how r u....what u doin these days...liek we actually cared wat the other was doing. I started to think about it and i was rite with wat i did at the end of last yr....i didnt want to have half-assed friends anymore so stuck with the ones i was close to.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt want to talk to these girls and had no interest in the happenings of their lives anymore, plus these were the girls that were famous for talking so u didnt want to get involved anyway. All four of them still have not got rid of that 'HighSkoolMentality'. I already know that they'll be having a field day seeing me with a guy who they will immediately assume is my bf....wrong...if anything i used to see his friend thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;It shits me that by this weekend all old skool mates will know my life story all over again...well what they have decided is my life story, blatently made up by and ex best friend and that this will start more meaningless, half-assed convo's with anyone i happen to bump into next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to bitch, but these were the ppl that shitted me for so long and i had to be tolerant simply because they were skool mates but now im out i really couldnt give a f**k. All my friends now are extremely close to me and valued more than gold. A few are from skool and they are the ones that i really got along with as this yr has proved, but the rest i have met in the past 5 months and im loving it. Its been a big change in half a yr and i wouldnt trade it for the world and would certainly not go back to the group i used to know. I have met maybe over 50 new ppl this yr and probably have a bigger friendship base than knowing all 90 of the yr7's in primary skool. &lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that the ppl i know now have no interest in petty shit like last yr, they dont need to know everything and they certainly dont make judgements over just seeing me hang out with someone...for all they know he could have been my cousin...but would that matter??? no...they would probably start saying im dating my cousin....yuk, grow up. Alrite thats enuf on u guys, ur chapter is read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this CantSayNo dropped me home in his quite nice Civic and i went inside to have numerous conversations on the phone to DaGreekGoddess, Cloudy and very unexpectedly Lucky. Let me explain, Lucky is a guy who wen i was in Melb with some mates a few months back, we decided to go to the very well-known club Heat in the Crown. We found our bar lady Virginia and she ensured our severe drunkeness that nite. As this weird looking Italian tried to pick up one of my mates, the other HeyGuy dared me to get as many no's as i could. This ethnic cutie picked up 6 that nite and Lucky was one of them...I dont remember much, i remember him staring at us as we came in and watching us on the dance floor, so i thought him a suitable candidate, well a sealed deal really. I walked over, sat next to him to his shock and amazement and talked to him for a bit about what he does and wen im heading back to Adelaide. Then i just came out with it....grabbed his no and either kissed him and walked off or just got up and left...not too sure about the fine details...he says i did my freinds say i did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, i cant actually really remember wat he looks like, but he is nice on the phone, a bit of a 'fullykilla' but we will see wen i return to Melb soon with Speakerboxxx....fingers crossed my judgement wasnt that bad that nite... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108433123897430114?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108433123897430114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108433123897430114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108433123897430114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108433123897430114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/half-assed-friends.html' title='Half-assed Friends'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-10842376288290460</id><published>2004-05-11T10:22:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-11T10:37:08.830+09:30</updated><title type='text'>NO IGOR!!!!!!!!!! :(</title><content type='html'>Anyone in Australia who has been watching the current &lt;strong&gt;BigBrother&lt;/strong&gt; will understand my pain. Last nite was the first nominations and my &lt;strong&gt;beloved Igor&lt;/strong&gt; scored the most votes at 17.&lt;br /&gt;I was emotional for a few minutes there, i knew they would vote him because they cant handle having anyone different, its a threat to the everyday standard routine....and a threat to the $million!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; has previously stated her admiration for this large, hulky macedonian with a &lt;em&gt;slight flem issue&lt;/em&gt; but this has moved to the next level now. After watching last nites nominations and the feeling i got wen i saw &lt;strong&gt;Igor's&lt;/strong&gt; face wen BB called out his name has left my speechless. I luv this man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i was in the BB house i wouldnt hook up with anyone as to pay respect to my much admired father &lt;strong&gt;BigBoss&lt;/strong&gt; and the fact i dont fancy all my friends, excluding &lt;strong&gt;DaWogs&lt;/strong&gt; watching me take out my sexual frustration to some other lucky BB housemate. &lt;strong&gt;Igor&lt;/strong&gt; on the other hand is another question. If i was in that house i would have no problems with the cameras watching, my crush is that bad. Sad i know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aphrodite&lt;/strong&gt;, even the annoying whiny cow she is, i dont want her to leave either....mainly because she is interesting to watch....we get rid of these ppl and BB will go the same way and become boring at the end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i tell u this now to anyone reading this that knows me....If &lt;strong&gt;Igor&lt;/strong&gt; gets evicted this week instead of that Tess or whatever her name is, then i will no doubt be &lt;em&gt;inconsolable&lt;/em&gt; for quite a few days...and there better be &lt;strong&gt;DaWogs&lt;/strong&gt; standing at my door within half hour of the eviction with my much loved &lt;strong&gt;Strawberry Mousse&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any votes to get Tess out and keep &lt;strong&gt;Igor&lt;/strong&gt; in will be greatly appreciated!!!!! MWA!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-10842376288290460?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/10842376288290460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=10842376288290460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/10842376288290460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/10842376288290460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/no-igor.html' title='NO IGOR!!!!!!!!!! :('/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108423436598056656</id><published>2004-05-11T09:15:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-11T09:42:45.980+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Who Can U Trust These Days???</title><content type='html'>It was brought to my attention yesterday as i was visiting a to remain nameless person that ppl these days have no trust. And quite rightly so...&lt;br /&gt;As we chatted away about how many ppl we knew of cheating in the past, say month, we started to realise that the concept of &lt;em&gt;relationships and 'marriage' &lt;/em&gt; are meaning less and less these days. The concept of being faithful and till death do u part are just part of a tradition and hold as much credibility today as Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is these days that we cannot and quite obviously do not keep it in our pants?? Even celebrities are not safe from this trend....Britney cheated on Justin, Mik Cage and Lisa Marie divorced after what 9 months? God knows how many marriages Drew Barrymore has had, and Demi Moore marrying a guy that her daughter would have up on her wall...wtf??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl i find are &lt;strong&gt;getting married or settled down too fast&lt;/strong&gt; these days, it was alright say 50-100 yrs ago because thats what life was based around, especially for women. Their job was to find a suitable husband after they left highschool, university wasnt really an option and a career woman wasnt even heard of... not today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more to consider, women have lives now and can quite easily &lt;em&gt;live without a husband&lt;/em&gt;, life is becoming more stressful and alot harder to work around ur own schedule let alone considering someone elses. Having a large family is becoming too expensive and too time consuming for most ppl not to mention detrimental to their career so alot are choosing to not have kids or to have them quite late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all these stresses u would think the idea of a serious relationship or even marriage would not be appealing to the masses....&lt;strong&gt;but it still is&lt;/strong&gt;...and &lt;strong&gt;it keeps failing&lt;/strong&gt;....why do we keep falling in the trap??? Divorce rates in Australia were at 55,300 in 2000, the highest in 20 yrs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because we still have this &lt;strong&gt;romanticism&lt;/strong&gt; in us....not helped by the movies u see that show picture perfect endings. We still have that belief in us that we will find that one, and that we would do anything for them, and would spend the rest of our lives happily with them... unfortunately 6 months into it u start to realise that this &lt;strong&gt;big hulk &lt;/strong&gt;u wake up to every morning isnt the guy u met at that bar. This is wen cheating comes into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to be lonely, even today, so the need to be in something substantial is obvious, but wen we start to realise the person we are with is not our &lt;strong&gt;knight in shining armour&lt;/strong&gt; we dont opt for getting out....we just simply look for a second opinion...so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why not?? Stay in a relationship so there is someone there wen u need them, and for looks sake but at the same time &lt;em&gt;have ur fun with a third party&lt;/em&gt;? Sounds perfect...not. We as a society have become quiet self centered despite our efforts to reassure ourselves we're not, and so we are considering others feelings less and less... We dont think about the consequences because we simply believe that &lt;strong&gt;we wont get caught&lt;/strong&gt;...and besides....isnt forbidden sex so much better???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our quest to find our &lt;em&gt;Romeo or Juliet&lt;/em&gt; is getting us in some deep shite and is making ppl foolishly think they are &lt;strong&gt;in love&lt;/strong&gt; enough to get married...wen in reality the only love they have is wrapped in a little &lt;strong&gt;latex glove&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108423436598056656?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108423436598056656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108423436598056656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108423436598056656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108423436598056656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/who-can-u-trust-these-days.html' title='Who Can U Trust These Days???'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108415929025910171</id><published>2004-05-10T12:41:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-11T09:14:50.256+09:30</updated><title type='text'>R U Peaking Yet???</title><content type='html'>At break today &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie, RedSquare and LittleRedFerrari&lt;/strong&gt; were goin over some of their drama lines wen &lt;strong&gt;RedSquare&lt;/strong&gt; brought out her &lt;em&gt;Cosmo&lt;/em&gt; mag. This monthly magazine full of stereotyped 'youth issues' and all u need to know about the opposite sex has been of great comfort to the masses of adolescent, insecure ladies out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went directly to an article titled &lt;strong&gt;'r u peaking yet?'&lt;/strong&gt;. Pretty much an article on the wonderful abyss we call the &lt;strong&gt;vagina&lt;/strong&gt; and how to work it properly....as i guessed majortiy of the article stresses the practise of&lt;strong&gt;double-clicking ur mouse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was sitting there enjoying my Giant balfours Sausage roll she opened to a page of the appropriately classed &lt;strong&gt;sealed section&lt;/strong&gt;. In the corner it had a quite graphic drawing of a girl with her legs open quite comfortably pushing apart her...sorry to be blunt....&lt;em&gt;flaps&lt;/em&gt;....ewwwww.&lt;br /&gt;You could see everything in detail and yes it was all labeled...Wat i think is strange is that there is a hood of skin over the &lt;strong&gt;Clitoris&lt;/strong&gt; making it even harder for men to find it! Like they need it any harder! God why do u mock us??? Why do u not want us to have pleasure...its almost like ur teasing us by saying it's there but u aint gonna find it...hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the existance of the &lt;strong&gt;'G-Spot'&lt;/strong&gt;. Is it actually there? From reports i have heard it is somewhat shaped like a jelly bean or that its a little bump right up the back....god knows! From experience i can say that mine hasnt been hit but was close to once...well....i think....The day i find out it does exist I will be parading down &lt;strong&gt;Rundle St&lt;/strong&gt; sporting the biggest, &lt;em&gt;'im completely satisfied' &lt;/em&gt; smile on my face singing &lt;strong&gt;'My Neck, My Back.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this article was pretty much telling women to stand up and fight for their right to have a &lt;strong&gt;mind-blowing orgasm&lt;/strong&gt; and that men the world over should be taking out the time to &lt;strong&gt;ensure&lt;/strong&gt; that this happens. Guys i understand ur pain, god is making it even harder for u by hiding the damn thing but seriously, a little tender touch, a little forplay, a little variation and maybe even &lt;em&gt;(not for the young at heart)&lt;/em&gt; a little &lt;strong&gt;'Who's ur daddy?'&lt;/strong&gt; hahahah yuk im grossing myself out now...im out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108415929025910171?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108415929025910171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108415929025910171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108415929025910171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108415929025910171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/r-u-peaking-yet.html' title='R U Peaking Yet???'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108410949615396304</id><published>2004-05-09T22:28:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-09T23:06:06.653+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Alrite Listen Up Igor Haters!!!!</title><content type='html'>I dont know if it has been brought to ur attention yet but &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie's&lt;/strong&gt; love for wogs is obvious, since i am one. But lets get one thing clear....my love is with their looks mainly, one thing i can not stand is the wog mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i hang with Italians and greeks mainly, and have known to date a few yes....but these are the few that i have found that have a &lt;strong&gt;normal mentality&lt;/strong&gt;, not this &lt;em&gt;'i have double the amount of hair on me so that means double the amount of chicks'&lt;/em&gt; personality! I hate there self reassurnace and the undeserving self confidence they seem to all posess simply because their last name ends in a vowel or 'ous'. They have this chip int heir brain that seems to tell them that any chick would die to hook up with them and that saying hey lets go for a drive to &lt;em&gt;'Windy Point'&lt;/em&gt; is a sealed deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong, there are descent wogs out there, such as the girls in &lt;strong&gt;DaWogs&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ecko&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;DLAMLT&lt;/strong&gt; and other ppl i know, but these stereotypes just fuk me off wen they try to act descent wen all it is is a ploy to get u to hook up anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why does &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie &lt;/strong&gt; have such an obsession with the &lt;em&gt;BigBrother&lt;/em&gt; house mate &lt;strong&gt;Igor&lt;/strong&gt; i hear u ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Igor&lt;/strong&gt; is the stereotypical wog that i have described above really, so my infactuation with him makes no sense not even to me....&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe it is because he has a part of so many wogs ive met all rolled into one...he is every cliche that wogs have...but at the same time he does have morals and is family orientated....maybe i really love wat i usually hate...god sounding a little like Romeo and Juliet??? God no cause that means everything would go perfect &lt;strong&gt;me and Igor would get married &lt;/strong&gt;but then we would die...NO!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most men i have talked to hate him and give me shit for it all the time...but i am standing by this &lt;strong&gt;Macedonian&lt;/strong&gt;, receeding hairline of a man, he is big, he is bewdiful and &lt;strong&gt;he will be mine!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108410949615396304?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108410949615396304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108410949615396304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108410949615396304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108410949615396304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/alrite-listen-up-igor-haters.html' title='Alrite Listen Up Igor Haters!!!!'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108410256395147581</id><published>2004-05-09T21:02:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-09T21:10:34.280+09:30</updated><title type='text'>Just A Thought...</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine &lt;strong&gt;SpeakerBoxxx&lt;/strong&gt; just had a philosophy on life and it hit me pretty hard...the more i think about it the more it relates and becomes so true...&lt;br /&gt;he said that &lt;strong&gt;theres 2 things that control us in life.....Your Attitude...and other ppl's Attitudes towards u!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has stuck with me and is a little soemthing to think about before bed...nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108410256395147581?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108410256395147581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108410256395147581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108410256395147581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108410256395147581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/just-thought.html' title='Just A Thought...'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108409756881418961</id><published>2004-05-09T19:15:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-09T19:47:19.436+09:30</updated><title type='text'>What the hell is Break Up Sex??? Cloudy explain???</title><content type='html'>Alrite, i was sitting at home quietly watching some compulsory &lt;strong&gt;BB UpLate&lt;/strong&gt;. My obsession with the &lt;em&gt;'fully sick, dont raise ur voice to me'&lt;/em&gt; Victorian &lt;strong&gt;Igor&lt;/strong&gt; is quiet unhealthy and not understood by majority of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a new found friend of mine &lt;strong&gt;Cloudy&lt;/strong&gt; came on msn and it was late but we were bored...he only lives like 2 streets from me so he headed over in his little yellow beast which is really a smaller version of mine and we sat outside talking. As i sat looking half eskimo in my much loved J-Lo jacket and some very stylish palyboy PJ pants &lt;strong&gt;Cloudy&lt;/strong&gt; was telling me of his life in &lt;strong&gt;Tassie&lt;/strong&gt;. He told me of one of his ex's that went a little hay-wire and he broke it off to save it. This was all understandable to me until he mentioned that they had &lt;strong&gt;break up sex&lt;/strong&gt; before she left....this didnt sit with me, infact i found trouble breathing from laughter, the visuals were hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please someone tell me...how does this come about? Wen im breaking up with someone the last thing running thru my mind is how much i want to fuk them again, one last time. If im the one iniciating then im definately not thinking of that, im more worried about hurting them as little as possible. If they are doin it then i want to cry or hit them more than anything. But no, not &lt;strong&gt;Cloudy&lt;/strong&gt;. The sexual tension must have been that great telling them ur leaving that it happened to just slip in. But from he said it was nothing special just like every other time....I DONT GET IT!!!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat happens after? Like wen u get up wat can u possibly say except...&lt;em&gt;ummm so i guess i'll see u round?&lt;/em&gt;. i know they say to go out with a bang, but seriously i think the only time i will understand this concept is the day it happens to me....so wen that&lt;em&gt; day of judgement&lt;/em&gt; comes expect a big blog with a detailed explanation of the &lt;strong&gt;Need 2 Know of Break Up Sex for Dummies&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im out to watch more Igor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ciao Ragazzi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108409756881418961?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108409756881418961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108409756881418961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108409756881418961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108409756881418961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/what-hell-is-break-up-sex-cloudy.html' title='What the hell is Break Up Sex??? Cloudy explain???'/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108381712484367217</id><published>2004-05-07T06:03:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-06T13:56:16.780+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wat Is Social Etiquette These Days???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MissItalianCutie was walkin out of photography with &lt;strong&gt;DrLove&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Turkey&lt;/strong&gt; to bump straight into 2 of my close skool mates &lt;strong&gt;IHateHoes&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;MrSlick&lt;/strong&gt;. They were heading for a smoke so since i didnt want to head up to the shop with &lt;strong&gt;RedSquare&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;LittleRedFerrari&lt;/strong&gt; i decided to head with them to fill my lungs with tar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation was pretty normal, wondering where &lt;strong&gt;MrSlick&lt;/strong&gt; had been for like the past 2 months to find out that he had finally found a place which came to some relief for this blogger. Was starting to think an &lt;em&gt;underground organised crime family&lt;/em&gt; had got him for some of his quite forward comments to a certain ex skool of his. &lt;strong&gt;MrSlick&lt;/strong&gt; looking forward to the group getting together for drinks....god knows what would happen..... :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this the talk took an unexpected turn, i almost wanted to head to the canteen to listen to &lt;strong&gt;UrHowOld&lt;/strong&gt; talk about another chick he got in the back of an army truck....haha gotta luv u....but no for some reason i couldnt tear myself away&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, like in any of our talks, there will always be a period where &lt;strong&gt;IHateHoes&lt;/strong&gt; has to talk about his fav subject....hating hoes. Now i must explain, his view of what is a hoe is very far from what u and me would consider a hoe. I could go as far as to say he considers anything with a &lt;em&gt;vagina&lt;/em&gt; a hoe but no i have to give him a little credit....anything that wears revealing clothing, is 15 and hanging at &lt;strong&gt;TTP&lt;/strong&gt;, goes to clubs like Heaven, (walks down the st wrong...lol) or has slept with more guys than what she can count on one hand is &lt;strong&gt;definately a hoe&lt;/strong&gt;. He then proceeded to tell us who in the smokers area was a hoe....thank god i was wearing rugged up clothing or i coulda been fuked! Gotta be amazed at ur perception &lt;strong&gt;IHateHoes&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i found myself in the middle of a discussion about &lt;strong&gt;anal&lt;/strong&gt;. Despite the new trend in Oz of thats the way to go....why do we always have to be American, we aint black!.....&lt;strong&gt;IHateHoes&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;MrSlick&lt;/strong&gt; are strongly against it! Now i agree with them in the fact that we would neva find ourselves participating in such an act but i differ in the sense that i have nothing against other ppl doin it and i see no problem with it if they like it. Its just not a personal preference for me. The boys would not agree with me there, they see it as clearly wrong and thats also fair too.&lt;br /&gt;Then this blogger said how a very popular girl was well known for giving her bf &lt;strong&gt; 'RimJobs'&lt;/strong&gt;. This to all of us seemed completely wrong....ok i would not hold it against u if u do it but seriously....its their butt! and thats where u got ur face! Dont u find that slightly degrading or disrespectful??? Not to mention gross beyond explanation..... yuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IHateHoes&lt;/strong&gt; then stated how going down on chicks is just as bad and that he blatently refuses to do so. Alright fair call, sucking on something that looks like an alien is just about to pop out of it and is soemtiems known to have not such a pleasant odour seeping from it would not seem like such a nice idea. But it isnt that gross, well from the amatuer survey i took last nite of the men i knew, they all love it. He claims to hate the smell and taste, so really going down on a chick can be just like whether u like vegetables or not....mist ppl like them, but there are some that cant stand the taste of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i just add something here directed at men such as &lt;strong&gt;IHateHoes&lt;/strong&gt;......&lt;strong&gt;YOU BOYS ARENT EXACTLY CHOCOLATE DOWN THERE EITHER!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; From the stories i have heard of recent of some severe cheesyness, premature ejaculation, weird bumps etc would be enough to permenantly put women off touching the cucumber resembling (or sometimes baby carrots...haha) body part of the man. Phew thank god for &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; no bad experiences yet...oh yuk &lt;strong&gt;IHateHoes&lt;/strong&gt; would have just branded me a hoe for saying that....yuk yuk yuk...nah he knows me too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this i started to notice some ppl around us looking at us and listening into the conversation. I thought about some of the comments we had been making and yes they were &lt;em&gt;slightly blunt&lt;/em&gt;, then i began to wonder where had &lt;strong&gt;social etiquette&lt;/strong&gt; got to these days??? 50 yrs ago u wouldnt even have any experiences in these fields let alone freely talkin about it infront of peers....we're getting too open...but is that a bad thing??&lt;br /&gt;I asked the boys and &lt;strong&gt;IHateHoes'&lt;/strong&gt; reply pretty muched proved my point even more....he just let a massive one rip infront of abotu 30 ppl...something he has become to be known for....so i rest my case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. &lt;strong&gt;Bread&lt;/strong&gt; just want to give u a big hug and kiss and mush for the other nite! thank you! mwa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108381712484367217?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108381712484367217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108381712484367217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108381712484367217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108381712484367217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/wat-is-social-etiquette-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108367225853378695</id><published>2004-05-04T21:15:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-04T21:38:16.263+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Grrrrrr RENTS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ive had it! Is anyone else like the &lt;strong&gt;black sheep&lt;/strong&gt; of their family? As much as me??&lt;br /&gt;Alrite lets explain, My older bro &lt;strong&gt;WilliamsF1&lt;/strong&gt;, i luv him to bits and would not trade him for any other bro in the world. He looks out for me, keeps me on track and we have never fought my whole life. He was like the perfect son even from wen we were kids, he never cried, never asked for anything, always did it himself, always hung round the rite ppl at skool, always got the grades, never got in trouble for anything, never got involved in relationships etc.... every parents dream!&lt;br /&gt;Then u got &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt;, the little girl that always cried, always clung to her dad, grew up with the wrong groups at skool, got introuble countless times, always in relationships and was originally good with her grades but soon faded as high skool progressed.&lt;br /&gt;So u can see why i immediately get the blame for anything that goes wrong, granted sometimes it is me but has anyone thought that &lt;strong&gt;WilliamsF1&lt;/strong&gt; could be just as bad? Ofcourse not! why? &lt;strong&gt;Cause he's the perfect son!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it has got to the point where ur cute little blogger will drive home from skool where she did attend her lesson in the hope that she would pass yr12 and open the door to not even a &lt;em&gt;hello&lt;/em&gt; anymore, it is simply something i did wrong or something i forgot to do, or soemthing im bound to do wrong in the near future... They cant actually talk to me normally anymore, they simply drill me cause it must be &lt;em&gt;2nd nature &lt;/em&gt; to them now!&lt;br /&gt;Since i was about 14 i have been pretty much left to be independant in this house due to several reasons so i can be on my own, i was at one stage, and crave to be again!!!!! Ah the day my cell bars open i will happily strip off the orange jumpsuit and run nude thru Adelaide!!!!!!! (ie metaphor)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108367225853378695?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108367225853378695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108367225853378695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108367225853378695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108367225853378695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/grrrrrr-rents-ok-ive-had-it-is-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108365450381697445</id><published>2004-05-04T16:09:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-04T16:42:24.390+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Passions Of The Christ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone seen this movie? It is &lt;strong&gt;fuking wild!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished skool at like 11 and decided to go visit &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Eminem&lt;/strong&gt; for the afternoon. Besides some &lt;em&gt;'god damn adorable'&lt;/em&gt; stunts by &lt;strong&gt;Eminem&lt;/strong&gt;, which had &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; finding trouble breathing, we watched &lt;em&gt;Passions of the Christ.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u havent been on the planet for the past 6 months this is &lt;strong&gt;Mel Gibsons &lt;/strong&gt; directorial work which is meant to vivadly and accurately display the events surrounding Jesus' crucifixion. The odd thing in this film is that it is all done in latin and the extremely violent scenes of Jesus' being punished for being a blasphimer. Thank god for subtitles...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie starts with &lt;strong&gt;Judas&lt;/strong&gt; dobbing &lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt; into the High Priests and them seizing him. From there on this film basically portrays the insanly brutal torture they put him thru before crucifying him. When u usually watch a film and there is something gory about to happen the camera turns away or focuses on the torturer instead of the victim.....nah nah not this time! Wen they whip him with leather straps with claws on the end, the camera stays on him and u see the lacerations to his body, same to wen they nail him to the cross, u see it go thru. This is what i mean by graphic! It was stomach turning but u could not turn ur eyes away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an excellent film, seeing a few tears from &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; which is very rare from a film. &lt;strong&gt;Mel&lt;/strong&gt; has outdone himself this time, truely a hard movie to pull off not to mention controversial.....especially with the Jewish community....&lt;br /&gt;But a piece of work, use of flashbacks, intricate looks at important scenes from his life and the clever ending in the tomb....something i will buy on DVD for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few questions, i know ive prob overlooked soemthing or my knowledge of the Bible is so minimal that the answer to others is quite obvious, but this will bug me till i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One)&lt;/strong&gt; Why was &lt;strong&gt;Mary&lt;/strong&gt; not doin more for her son?? I realise it would have not done any good but seriously, as a mum even if it meant failing u would still try to save ur son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt; was meant to be loved by the Jewish ppl wasnt he? Wasnt he like a man for the ppl? But in the movie it showed the Jewish public being the most cruel to him, beating him up, screaming at him, throwing things....It was the King and his guards who were most humane to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108365450381697445?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108365450381697445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108365450381697445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108365450381697445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108365450381697445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/passions-of-christ-anyone-seen-this.html' title=''/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108355476403038875</id><published>2004-05-03T12:42:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-03T13:00:25.920+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In Class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite im bored so im back.... &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; is in her first &lt;strong&gt;Psychology&lt;/strong&gt; lesson for the week and she has already had two random 20 min naps. This is despite sleeping in this morning and missing a lesson with &lt;strong&gt;DrLove, RedSquare&lt;/strong&gt; and a new edition &lt;strong&gt;Turkey&lt;/strong&gt;. I woke up to a weird sort of asthma attack this morning, well i dont know what it is but i was choking on my own breath really....&lt;em&gt;strange&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher, &lt;strong&gt;OffOnATangent&lt;/strong&gt; is crapping on about some Operant Conditioning and Negative Reinforcement....in other words giving a constant reward to encourage certain behaviour...well thats what ive gathered....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be the most random group of ppl i have ever sat with, we have deros we have rich kids, we have the 'fully buff' jock boy, we have the nerds, the down right weird boy that does some weird flicking thing with his hands all the time and then there is the star of the show, the person everyone loves to hate and &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie's&lt;/strong&gt; arch nemisis, &lt;strong&gt;PaulineHanson&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! She is a red headed, no fashion sense, hunchback of notre dame sorta girl....she is one of those ppl that has an opinion on everything no matter how ludicrous her ideas may seem. With this being Psychology, a subject majorly dependant on opinions, u can imagine how many times she has something to say! &lt;em&gt;'OffOnATangent, i have to disagree!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr...sorry to say this, it is blunt but.....&lt;strong&gt;SHUT UP U PASTY BITCH!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; is here to save the day and clarify and over ride alot of her comments....I am also an opinionated person but i know when to voice them! And i have to say i reckon alot more common sense! God do i even need to mention the winey pauline hanson voice that has given her her name! I know this sounds bitchy but to anyone reading this....if u were in this class u would understand....u cant help but have violent tendencies towards this woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go home now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108355476403038875?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108355476403038875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108355476403038875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108355476403038875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108355476403038875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/in-class-alrite-im-bored-so-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108350729515729502</id><published>2004-05-02T23:18:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-02T23:50:54.560+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Busy Couple Of Months&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect quite a few posts from &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; in the weeks to come....have a few things happening. Next week sees this girl get the money for her much awaited car. Ofcourse its not the ideal car that i want but it isnt the worst. I think im getting a &lt;em&gt;98 white magna &lt;/em&gt; which is not too bad, i like the new shape and in white i can get a pearly paint job so im cheering....then the next weekend is gonna be &lt;strong&gt;HUGE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is DaGreekGoddess' 18th&lt;/strong&gt;! Which will see a nite of extreme spirit drinking, practical jokes, wild hotel room and alot, and i mean &lt;strong&gt;ALOT&lt;/strong&gt; of dancing. If my heels arent worn down to sand shoes by the end of the nite i will be heavily disappointed! It will be freezing yes, but on this nite it will not stop the group of us girls become to known as &lt;strong&gt;DaWogs&lt;/strong&gt;. This wknd will also see the return of and a new addition to our page &lt;strong&gt;MelbSexMachine&lt;/strong&gt;. He has become like an older bro to &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt;, helping me with problems, queries and a whole lot of other things. Also popular with &lt;strong&gt;DaWogs&lt;/strong&gt; he constantly keeps a smile on our faces with his wog humour, interstate dancing techniques and unpredictable knowledge of random things such as public transport. &lt;strong&gt;MelbSexMachine&lt;/strong&gt; is making a return trip to this gigantic retirement village we call Adelaide to help celebrate &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGodess&lt;/strong&gt;' 18th and to also use up whatever free travel he has left.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The wknd after that should see &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; jetting off to &lt;strong&gt;Melb&lt;/strong&gt; on a much needed and regular wknd trip to stay with &lt;strong&gt;MelbSexMachine&lt;/strong&gt; and hit the town till wee hours of the morning. &lt;strong&gt;Melb&lt;/strong&gt; is a regular spot for me, i am there every few months or so as i adore that city and swear in past lives lived there. To anyone that knows me i obsess over that city as much as i do &lt;strong&gt;Brazil&lt;/strong&gt;.........grrrrr dont get me started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there should be a few weeks break where no doubt u could find me &lt;em&gt;cruising&lt;/em&gt; the many scenic roads of &lt;strong&gt;Adelaide&lt;/strong&gt; in my &lt;em&gt;'fully sick'&lt;/em&gt; magna....lol (by scenic i mean i'll end up prob &lt;strong&gt;doin a rundle and hindley &lt;/strong&gt; and maybe even if im daring enuf head down to the bay!) Ooooooo...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the July holidays &lt;strong&gt;DaWogs&lt;/strong&gt; will be heading off to &lt;strong&gt;Melb&lt;/strong&gt; again for a week! Now its already mad wen i go on my own and meet up with mates and cousins...but to have my girls there! It will truely be one wknd i will not forget and there will surely be some inticing happening to try and get me on the train back to &lt;strong&gt;Adelaide&lt;/strong&gt;....haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes...there will be many posts...hopefully not as random and &lt;em&gt;'written late on a sunday nite&lt;/em&gt;' as this one. Stick with me for the ride and hopefully by the end you'll be begging for a sequel! lmao nite guys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. &lt;strong&gt;MelbSexMachine&lt;/strong&gt; if u read this....hope all goes well tomo, &lt;strong&gt;DaWogs&lt;/strong&gt; all have their fingers crossed! Mwa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108350729515729502?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108350729515729502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108350729515729502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108350729515729502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108350729515729502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/busy-couple-of-months-expect-quite-few.html' title=''/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108333876042427081</id><published>2004-05-01T00:26:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-01T01:00:18.873+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Shopping Spree and The Ultimate Italian Males&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh friday...the best day of the week for &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; not only because she has one lesson but also cause she doesnt work sat's so fri nite is a big one for this little ethnic wonder...&lt;br /&gt;Went to skool and for some reason my social studies class was missing and despite my efforts to search the dero campus for some mediocre 2 hrs of the importance or aboriginal culture to our society. I headed to photography to hand up my 4 prints for my assignment and had the middle aged teacher &lt;strong&gt;DrLove&lt;/strong&gt; do his usual pass at me and the other girl &lt;strong&gt;RedSquare&lt;/strong&gt;. He was ofcourse impressed with the results, actually i think the fact i handed this up on time. After some conversation with classmates about what we're all getting up to on the wknd i left to go see &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess&lt;/strong&gt;. I was meant to be catching up with a friend known for our arguements the past week, &lt;strong&gt;Ecko&lt;/strong&gt;, to sort things out but he did not call....me and &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess&lt;/strong&gt; decided to head to marion in the &lt;strong&gt;BigYellowBeast&lt;/strong&gt; to do some much needed winter shopping for &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Lets say it was very successful with me getting boots i have wanted for a year, pants, a very adorable jacket, top, and a beanie and gorgeous fluffy white hat...all for about $170! Cmon tell me how good am i!&lt;br /&gt;Next! The amount of 'I&lt;em&gt; was born from a grapevine'&lt;/em&gt;gorgeous italian men we came across today was uncanny! They were everywhere and let me say &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess&lt;/strong&gt; was &lt;strong&gt;LUVIN&lt;/strong&gt; it! And the too much hair islander that tried to pick &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess&lt;/strong&gt; in the shoe store....He likes this and this! lol u had to be there... there was one i spotted from the other side of the store...he was that classic gorgeous, the one u want to take home to &lt;strong&gt;nonna&lt;/strong&gt;. This &lt;strong&gt;AntonioSabatoJnr &lt;/strong&gt; caught the attention of my friend and she swooned over him, as did i, until he left the store, wen &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess&lt;/strong&gt; proceeded to follow him to see if the behind was as emaculate as the rest...with no fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back to my place where &lt;strong&gt;papa&lt;/strong&gt; had prepared chinese wraps for us and we scoffed 2 down each, then rung &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile&lt;/strong&gt; to come join us for a night of videos and chocolate as the weather in Adelaide was shocking tonite, no condition for clubbing. we hired the Real Cancun which saw us obsessed with the one with the nose and Jeremy with the most lays....hehe&lt;br /&gt;We then travelled again, as this blogger is known to do recently, to her fav spot Villi's Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess&lt;/strong&gt; found 2 more&lt;strong&gt; AntonioSabatoJnr's&lt;/strong&gt; to melt over and nearly grope their perfectly sculpted behinds. We had some chips and coffee, a little idol chit chat about men, few B&amp;H extra's and due to the crap weather and &lt;strong&gt;DaGreekGoddess&lt;/strong&gt; getting some very bad looks from a certain &lt;strong&gt;AntonioSabatoJnr's&lt;/strong&gt; girlfriend we drove home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are chillin in my room and will prob go on to have a few cowboys, some chocolate, twisties and sit down to a few more comedy classics.....god hope the weather improves....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108333876042427081?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108333876042427081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108333876042427081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108333876042427081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108333876042427081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/05/shopping-spree-and-ultimate-italian.html' title=''/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108313815654638367</id><published>2004-04-28T16:07:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-04-28T17:16:51.483+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;13Yr Old Skank&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite thats it! I've had it up to here with coming out of Heaven at say 3:30am on a Sat nite to be greeted by a bunch of 13-15yr old skanks in the tightest jeans u have ever seen, distustingly visable G'strings and a boob tube which by definition u actually need boobs to hold up! Accompaning this group of Britney Spears &lt;em&gt;'Im a slave for u' &lt;/em&gt; wannabes are their so called 'boyfriends' a.k.a &lt;strong&gt;PIMPS&lt;/strong&gt; dressed in their crotch defining bleach stained jeans, muscle tops and &lt;strong&gt;Enrique Iglesias &lt;/strong&gt;beenies. The group of girls will be standing in a group of say 5-6 waiting for one of these &lt;em&gt;'latin heart throbs&lt;/em&gt;' to wander over them with their new found pubescent masuclinity and ask to hook up. This will see the nervous as hell, sexually inexperienced duo wander off into a back alley or park in the city to grope, kiss, fondle, and for the extreme skank of adelaide....fuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 questions....What the fuk are 13-15 yrolds doin out in the city at &lt;strong&gt;3 in the morning&lt;/strong&gt;? Where are their &lt;strong&gt;parents&lt;/strong&gt;? Should it be &lt;strong&gt;illegal&lt;/strong&gt; for anyone under 16 to own a G-string? &lt;br /&gt;At 3 in the morning there is nothing for someone that young to do! With the new inforcement on ID in adelaide niteclubs its virtually impossible to get into anywhere, all cafes are closed at midnite....the only option i can think of is 24 hr macca's on West terrace! Woohoo! The place to be in the early hours of a Sunday morning i see! How else can i say &lt;strong&gt;'Go home! Grow up a little! Come back when ur 18!'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly the parents...now i realise alot of these kids lie to their parents about where they are...as i did at that age...and are still known to. But wen i was 15 which was only 3 and a half yrs ago i wasnt hangin in town at 3 in the morning! Fuk id be bored out of my brains, let alone scared of what the fuk could happen to me! Go bak to the main st that has been designated for u guys! &lt;strong&gt;The Parade!&lt;/strong&gt; Honestly parents need to wake up a little....it used to be one thing lying to ur rents wen i was 15 cause you didnt actually make a big lie...said u were goin to the movies with the girls...wen in actual fact the boys were coming too, and the closest u got to sexual intercourse was the overly delayed, nervous kiss the boy gave u wen u had to go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big hint No.1&lt;/strong&gt; parents....look at what ur daughter is wearing wen she leaves the house! Check what shes throwing in the wash! Wen she says her friends parents are picking them up and shes staying at Sally's....do i need a flashing sign above her head???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly the sale of G-strings should have an age ban like cigarettes....ok i'd expect retaliation to this if i was alone but the majority of men i talk to think its poor form too seeing a girl that young with floss up her butt... G-strings are meant for one thing, to get rid of the &lt;strong&gt;VPL&lt;/strong&gt; (visable panty line), this is so men will stare at ur behind which means he will stare at the rest which means he will approach which means u pick up and take things further... Girls of this age have no use...correction &lt;strong&gt;SHOULD&lt;/strong&gt; have no use for such underwear... Boys that age shouldnt even be concerned with VPL and the idea of taking them home shouldnt even be a capability of their imagination! A certain someone i associate frequently with at skool told me today of seeing his 13yr old sister bend over to some very visable G'string...he hit the roof, he didnt let her leave the house that nite and the next nite when she claimed her friends mum was there to pick her up, he walked out to find a &lt;strong&gt;18yr old Fabio &lt;/strong&gt; in his &lt;strong&gt; penis extension of a Calais&lt;/strong&gt; waiting to take away and statutorely rape his younger sister.... wen will this stop???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from this display of teenagers discovering their sexuality is the over confident ego of the boys of the same age. Before i explain can i just say &lt;strong&gt;'Get Over Urselves! U Aint All Out Of WWF Smackdown!'&lt;/strong&gt; How many times ive seen 15-16yr old boys starting with some other 15-16yr old for insulting &lt;em&gt;his woman &lt;/em&gt; or trying to make a move on her! They full get into it to as if it was the biggest disrespect! Wen theres a group of say 20 u cant help but go over and see 2 &lt;strong&gt;fully sick SanRemo idols&lt;/strong&gt; pelt into each other...and granted they do get hurt but whats really bad is wen they get too cocky and start on older guys.&lt;br /&gt;Please! Challenging another &lt;em&gt;'im waiting for my biceps to bulk up on weetbix' &lt;/em&gt; boy is nothing like challenging a couple of 26yr old &lt;em&gt;'i've just come off my shift as bouncer at the Village' &lt;/em&gt; men. U will get ur ass kicked...and u have repeatedly! I luv seeing them 'take it outside' into a random adelaide carpark and these older guys just take one swing and walk off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A msg to all the 13-15yr olds out there....enjoy bein young while u still got &lt;strong&gt;innocence&lt;/strong&gt; as ur advantage, theres plenty of time for doin the mundaine nitelife rituals us young adults do... wat i wouldnt give to be an innocent 14yr old daddy's girl again, dont mix in the atmosphere until u can handle it and trust me u will abuse it and end up pregnant, dead, sick, homeless, in trouble or just that girl u see passed out in the toilets from either alcohol poisoning or an overdose and all ppl can say is &lt;em&gt;'stupid slut, cant look after herself' &lt;/em&gt;....prime example, the 16yr olds that overdosed at Heaven recently...think about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108313815654638367?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108313815654638367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108313815654638367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108313815654638367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108313815654638367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/04/13yr-old-skank-alrite-thats-it-ive-had.html' title=''/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108304642902269383</id><published>2004-04-27T13:52:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-04-27T15:48:02.890+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Internet Dating Parties&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Fri saw &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; working till 7:30 who straight after was bombarded with phonecall after phonecall from different groups askin what i was doin that nite. Since recently ur host has been sick over and over again i was feeling run down and didnt feel like doin anything huge...despite fri bein my biggest nite of the week...so i opted to go out with &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile&lt;/strong&gt; and a new edition to this blog &lt;strong&gt;DLAMLT&lt;/strong&gt;(Dont Look At Me Like That). DLAMLT was part of our old skool team at Norwood (death march)....always thought i had a problem with her and always looked at her weird...ah old times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways as i went to pick up the girls at &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile's&lt;/strong&gt; place in my &lt;strong&gt;big yellow beast &lt;/strong&gt;i got to chatting with the girl of the house and she was quite shocked over the recent criminal she had hooked up with! as was i! As expected from any ethnic there was unusual amounts of time spent getting ready, getting the face mask perfect and making sure our picking up capabilities were at their highest... Then &lt;strong&gt;DLAMLT&lt;/strong&gt; arrived and we were on our way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i had not had anything to eat we drove down to the other side of the city famous for all the sporting stadiums and not so publicly known start to alot of adelaide car cruises. We turned down a back street which has an unusual amount of parked cars down it...why? &lt;strong&gt;Villi's 24hr Cafe &lt;/strong&gt;ofcourse!!! Adelaide's best invention since the &lt;em&gt;Frog Cake &lt;/em&gt;which ive been told is not available in any other state...all i can say is....suk shit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat in the outside smokers area where u can always find a no of old, big curly long-haired men choofing down their eckie blues and enjoying a &lt;em&gt;Farmers Union iced coffee&lt;/em&gt;. Out came the aussies attempt at making a cappucino, weak coffee with burnt milk....(the burden of bein born a wog, we all think we are the coffee gurus) and then suspiciously fast my huge plate of the old classic schnitzel and chips with gravy came out...and its safe to say this schnitzel came close to the one ur dad makes, u know what im talkin about!&lt;br /&gt;well 40 mins lata and a bloated stomach, 4 or so B&amp;H extras and a long talk about how fuked up our man situation is atm us girls headed off for the city to get our minds of our &lt;em&gt;'this ordinary life' &lt;/em&gt;dramas and get our freak on on one of adelaides popular dance clubs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so Heaven wasnt the go Friday nite...shoulda guessed it doesnt usually get packed on a fri nite. Since all three of us were strapped for cash, even this &lt;strong&gt;Cutie&lt;/strong&gt; the only one with a job!, we decided to head to the &lt;strong&gt;Hyatt &lt;/strong&gt;to check out the latino nite at waves.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately we didnt realise we had come a bit early and were in the middle of the renowned &lt;strong&gt;RSVP &lt;/strong&gt;Internet Dating service matchmaker party! All three of us were attracted to the little table in the corner like a mossie is to light! I looked around to see a room full of 30+ somebodies all dressed up to the nines spread around the room but none talkin in bigger groups than 2. The 50+ DJ was blasting tunes like &lt;em&gt;She Bangs&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Mustand Sally &lt;/em&gt;and even a few &lt;em&gt;Crowded House &lt;/em&gt;classics at the end to make the mood a little more cosier.&lt;br /&gt;This host stupidly left the lighter to her much needed smokes in the big yellow beast so she hesitantly had to look around for a suitable person to ask. There was a woman in her 30's wearing a reasonable outfit and glasses which gave her whole business woman appearance away. I went up and tapped on her crushed leather jacket and asked to borrow the lighter, to my surprise she had an american accent and quite a charming face! After our short interaction i went back to join the girls wen in under 5 mins were appraoched by 3 disgustingly old men asking us random questions in the hope to strike up conversation but luckily each of them quickly realised their efforts were falling on deaf ears. All i could think to say was &lt;em&gt;'Do u realise we are like half ur age or even if we added up our ages we would be younger than u&lt;/em&gt;!'&lt;br /&gt;Then my american lass came back to save me, she stated &lt;em&gt;'did u guys know what u were getting urselves into wen u came here?'&lt;/em&gt; this poor misguided woman thought we were there for the oldies i felt it necessary to talk to her, then she started to get a little too chatty for woman to woman talk, at this point i realised she was trying to pick me up. But &lt;strong&gt;why did this not gross me out&lt;/strong&gt;? Maybe it was the accent which always seems to get me, or the nice olive green cardi she was wearing under this leather jacket and these glasses that suited her incredibly well!&lt;br /&gt;After this a 50+ man proceeded to walk up to us, well i dont know if u could call it walking he was that drunk! He was sporting the most hideous red hawian shirt i have ever seen and mumbled to me &lt;em&gt;'having a good nite sweety?'&lt;/em&gt; This poor &lt;em&gt;Adelaide cutie &lt;/em&gt;freaked out and saw no option but to give no response and walk as quickly as possible to the exit hoping that the other girls would take her cue too. I turned back at the door and phew the girls were right behind me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping &lt;strong&gt;DLAMLT&lt;/strong&gt;home me and OMGThatSmile went to her house to look up my gorgeous boss in the yr book which he repeatedly strained to me not to do...hehe&lt;br /&gt;If u read this &lt;strong&gt;HotBoss&lt;/strong&gt; u look as hot in the yr book as u do at work! Grrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my place which apparently i have been told the suburb name sounds like it should be two suburbs and pondered on msn for a while making idol chit chat until an all too familiar voice called me to talk about certain happenings that week involving my friend &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile&lt;/strong&gt;... it was a stupid arguement in the sense that he got that cocky stubborn attitude where he will not budge on his opinion, just like my father, and in the end i in a not so polite way told him to leave and shut the door behind him... havent spoken to him since and somehow i think im the beta for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108304642902269383?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108304642902269383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108304642902269383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108304642902269383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108304642902269383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/04/internet-dating-parties-last-fri-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847726.post-108303472711616501</id><published>2004-04-27T11:47:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-04-27T12:34:07.733+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce myself and some of the prominant parties to show up in future posts. I am &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt;, a young attractive Adelaide girl with alot more history than would seem evident and a knack for being able to analyse ppl and situations and coming up with the level headed answer. I am infact not fully Italian, yes that rite a half breed and also a love child, i am half english as well. This mix will account for my dark brown hair and somewhat ethnic nose but also my fair skin and slight (most of the time undetectable) english slur on words. I am currently doin yr 12 again as last yr saw some pretty trying times for this second generation cutie and saw her move out of home for 6 months...this inevitably saw the demise of her final yr of schooling and left her with a 49TER to show for it....whoops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work at Australia's No.1 discount supermarket with a fat bumbly chef as their mascot, who if anyone out there has actually tried to make any of his meals, would actually realise can not cook for shite!!!! But yes i am a frontend supervisor, which is pretty much a glorified checkout girl....i stand around, look cute, count the money sometimes, casually deal with customer complaints like i actually have an interest or intention of following them up. Occasionally wen it is absolutely necessary i will actually go on checkout but thats a last resort! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up we have&lt;strong&gt; DaGreekGoddess&lt;/strong&gt;, is one of MissItalianCutie's best friends. She is well unexplainable....to any friends reading this u will know exactly what i mean...u have to see her to believe her really! She is a stunning young greek girl from the mid to upper class area of Adelaide....30sec drive from MissItalianCutie's house...i should know im always the designated driver...well the only with a licence more like it....she comes from a great family with her MILF mother who is accountable for 90% of DaGreekGoddesses character...put them together and u swear they are the same person! And her adorable little bro &lt;strong&gt;PornStar&lt;/strong&gt; who is rumored to be marrying &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; in the future yrs to come....haha shhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She actually looks more spanish than greek but still as stunning. Her personality is warm and admirable but can be feisty if u get on her wrong side! Which as helped out ur blogger on more than one occassion!!! She has the best sense of humour with some of the funniest accents and one liners i have ever come across....majority to do with her cute white curly haired poodle with the biggest set of black balls i have ever seen on an animal...i will call him &lt;strong&gt;Eminem&lt;/strong&gt; due to his very afro-american haircut atm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly we have &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile&lt;/strong&gt;....she is &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie's&lt;/strong&gt; other best friend and is the sweet innocent one in the bunch...her smile says it all, anyone that has come across it has commented on it and she could get away with murder with that smile!She has the Italian look, has the style, and the angelic face....a true Italian daughter. She comes from a good Italian family with the coolest ethnic parents i have ever come across!!! In high skool she neva bludged a class, found spending some of her breaks studying for tests and was even known to get &lt;strong&gt;MissItalianCutie&lt;/strong&gt; to do some of her constant overdue assignments done for italian....i would have neva got thru yr12 Italian without such ppl as her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since bein in MissItalianCutie's homegroup in highskool, goin thru the mediocre attendance rituals, listening to sum random authority with an outfit that looks to have a mix of the 20's, 70's and even a touch of the jaggered edge style of the 80's, we have since been successful in corrupting this Lady Madonna symbol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile&lt;/strong&gt; can now be found smoking with her two ethnic accomplises, drinking cocktails at bar of choice in main st of Adelaide or gettin her freak on in Clubland at one of Adelaide's biggest and in the deepest shite clubs Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More controversially, anyone from Adelaide will know of the recent case of the youth who stole his then gf's cousin's BMW and spent a ridiculous amount of moola trying to disguse it and then rubbing it in the owners face...well he has since been sentenced to 4 yrs (which we are lookin into because that is an extrodinarily large sentence for car theft) and will be sporting an orange jumpsuit if &lt;strong&gt;OMGThatSmile &lt;/strong&gt;sees him again anytime soon....well that was her first hook up, thanx to an ex very close friend of ur blogger. If ur reading thanx very much! Wat a great experience for this virginal ETHNIC youth to have! If u had any sense in ur minute brain u would have thought twice about setting up my innocent one with a convicted criminal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two are the only ones u need to be introduced to atm....MissItalianCutie's family, friends and down right enemies will come later...for now this is a formal hello and looking forward to further sharing my random occurances and findings with u.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847726-108303472711616501?l=missitaliancutie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/feeds/108303472711616501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847726&amp;postID=108303472711616501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108303472711616501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847726/posts/default/108303472711616501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missitaliancutie.blogspot.com/2004/04/well-hello-let-me-introduce-myself-and.html' title=''/><author><name>MissItalianCutie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290640210410109098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
