Sonny Bill turns French

Since Sonny Bill landed back in the same continent as me, I have been running around trying to "accidentally" bump into him. The truth is, you are still the hottest thing ever to grace my world and I still get goosebumps (amongst various other feelings) every time I see you. Clearly, I have not jumped on the Hate-SBW-bandwagon.



Who could hate that smooth, tanned bicep, that such baby cute yet hot face, and most importantly, THAT PARISIAN HAT! He went to France and came back looking all sexy Frenchman. I knew he went to France for a reason! I just expect him to ask for a croissant and some foie gois on the Footy Show. Oh, Sonny Bill, j'taime, mon cheri!

I couldn't bear to watch him "fight" last night (if you can call that fighting). I couldn't bear to see him ruin his smooth smooth face like that. And also, it would just have been too too painful to see him hurt. It would be like I was being punched myself. But it may not have been so bad because it seems like the other guy didn't even lay a scratch on him...

Ahhh, it's SO good to have you back, even for a little while *drool*.

Hallo be thy name

I just watched the Knights, for lack of a better cliche, slay my beloved Dragons. Utterly. Devastated. But as you see with Manly, you can't always win. You have to give the other guys a chance before you dominate the entire League. Otherwise, the competition will get boring.



But can I just say: BIG DELL YOU ARE FULL OF AWESOMENESS! I absolutely loved it when he counted on his fingers that he scored two tries as though he was in primary school and he was saying "take that NER NER NER!". Ahhh...loves it!

Anyway, on to the topic of this blog. I've always wondered why celebrities feel the need to give their children what they call unique but what I call ridiculous names. I cannot imagine having to go through life saying "Hi, my name is Sunday Rose Urban" unless I was some kind of florist arranging pretty roses for a living. Dr Sunday Rose Urban just doesn't go well together.

BUT I was enraged when I read last week that Jamie Oliver decided to name their third child Petal Blossom Rainbow Oliver. You might as well name your kid after all the characters of Teletubbies! Hi, my name is Lala Dipsy Tinkywinky Po Cheung. I think there should be some kind of child-naming-policing because it restricts their lifestyle! It's a sin! What if Petal Blossom Rainbow grows up to be an emo and actually wants to be called I Want To Cut My Wrist Oliver???? At least she would have siblings who have the same problems with the names Poppy Honey and Daisy Boo. Their three names combined could almost be a happy story about flowers, bees and rainbows...60s hippie style...



I've always felt pretty fortunate to have a normal but kind of different name. Although, I have always wanted to change my surname which is easy enough to do if I marry the right person. The ones I have toyed around with are:

Simone Civoneceva- that would involve me marrying Petero, who is probably 100 times my size so maybe not.
Simone Zillman- Yes, I definitely want to be Mrs William Zillman. Even if he was called William Daisy Rose Petal I'd still take his name. Any time.
Simone Prince- For some reason, Scotty Prince actually sounds royal but Simone Prince just doesn't have the same ring. Perhaps if they let me take the female version of his name...Simone Princess...
Simone Smith- OK, so Smith is THE most unexciting name ever. But I just wanted to marry Jeremy Smith.

Wish me luck on my quest for The Best Surname...

Welcome Back, 2009 Footy Season

Who said girls don't like watching sport, in particular, footy? I can't think of a better way to be legitimately perving on hot, sweaty guys fighting for their team in the primal cave man way. It just makes them look extra sexy! Despite raging to the bf about having to watch footy every. single. night, I secretly enjoyed watching my beloved Dragons battling it out with a new coach (THE best coach ever!), and all the hot guys week in, week out.

There are several hotties I'm watching out for this season in particular, with many more to come no doubt. The best of them all is Titans' William Zillman, my Zip Zip man. Ohhhh, isn't he a hottie and good at his footy as well! The TP (total package) indeed...

Mmmm...my Zip Zip man...makes footy so much more enjoyable. But what about how much awesomeness my beloved Dragons are showing? They are, for lack of a better cliche, BREATHING FIRE!

They have now won three out of four, AND they upset those poor little Broncos. Definitely up there on the awesomeness scale. Yay for Wayne Bennett indeed! I love seeing him in his Dragons jersey, instead of the usual pretentious suit with a tie in Club colours. I have a good feeling that this is going to be the year of the Dragons. I feel it in my fingers...I feel it in my toes...

A bit of paramnesia

When Hawthorn won the AFL Grand Final on two Sunday afternoons ago, I had a feeling it was going to be the day of the underdogs. I had a good feeling about the Warriors, whom I have taken a liking to since my beloved didn't make the cut, and most importantly since they've been heralding months-long facial hair. On the topic of facial hair, does anyone else think Dave Williams looks like Ryan Gosling in The Notebook when Rachel McAdams leaves him and in a rush of grief he builds her dream house and outgrows his facial hair???

Anyway, so the Manly v Warriors game was going to be filled with emotion no matter who won - Beaver and Wiki were potentially playing their final game. The Warriors would've added insult to injury to the "All-NSW-Teams-in-the-Grand-Final-Campaign" had they won. And for Manly, they'd be given a chance to reverse all the anguish from last year's Grand Final and Orford will be able to prove all his critics wrong.

Then I awoke from my pleasant dream and found Manly playing at their near best and absolutely dominating the Warriors. In the Warrior's defence, they didn't play that badly but Manly knew what they had to do and executed it to near perfection. So, the Grand Final looks to be a rematch of 2007...and who knows who will win? Both Melbourne and Manly thrashed their opponents by 30+ points this weekend. However, the Storm has looked rather unconvincing the past few weeks (and I dare say for numerous rounds this season). For most games, they would let a weaker opponent score some points in the first half and then grind their way back to a convincing win in the second half. They may have the ability to win games despite not playing at their best, but will this be enough in the Grand Final against a team that have been performing at or near their best coming into the finals?

Train etiquette (or lack thereof)

Despite everyone complaining about our train crisis (and the fact that the NSW Government prefers buses over trains), I actually don't mind catching the train. It's when I get to listen to my Ipod and think about everything except work and uni. However, if there is one thing that disturbs this peaceful haven, it's bad train etiquette.
"So move it on over (move it on over)
Move it on over (move it on over)
Move over little dog cause the big dogs moving in..."

This is one of my pet hates. I like to sit next to the window so I can stare out of it, but trying to get out at my stop becomes a nightmare. This usually happens when some stubborn twit sees me doing the whole pack all my stuff dramatically to indicate I'm about to get off move, and shuffles back about 1cm in the deluded belief that I will now be able to fit through. I'm flattered that you think I'm that skinny, but I really don't like to have to straddle over you in a skirt in order to get off the train. This also applies to those (probably the same people) who sit on the seat furthest from the window and insists on you climbing over their legs, laptop bags and groceries rather than simply getting up or moving over.

A related but different problem involves getting on and off the train. Really, pushing and shoving your way so your face practically touches the door before the train even stops is NOT going to save you much more than a few seconds. And it's very inconvenient for me to think I'm at Town Hall only to find myself in a mosh pit.

"I just might have a problem that you'd understand
We all need somebody to lean on"

When you're standing on those old trains that don't have that smooth-ness of a Tangara or a Millenium train, it is quite easy to fall over (usually on someone) when the train decides to stop abruptly at every station. Unless the person you fall on is a hot guy and you wanted to fall on them, it really is quite embarrassing. This is where the poles on the trains come in - they are there for a reason and that reason is not for pole dancing nor for you to lean your entire body on it so that no one else can hold onto it without molesting your back. The only other alternative is to "free stand" and risk falling on top of someone every time the train stops.

"Something in the way
Something in the way, yeah"

The attractiveness of the MX newspapers is not the fact that it's free (although that's a real bonus), but the fact that it's small enough to read on the train. If you are a pretentious investment banker with an Armani suit and you insist on reading the newspaper (and not JUST the newspaper, but the broadsheet SMH), try not to rest the paper on the head of the person in front of you while you elbow the person next to you every time you turn the page.

...And so these are a few of my (least) favourite things. Next stop Etiquette Central...

Hysteric Glamour

Having only been in the blogging scene intermittently the last few years, I have reinvented i-color into Hysteric Glamour. The main inspiration? Having been swept away by global warming (and Al Gore's charisma), I have turned into a greeny and catch a lot of public transport. This basically means more time for people watching (euphemism for perving on hot people), more time to 'reflect' on stupid things and of course, more random-ness to blog about.

So...watch out for all things random, ranging from fashion to sport to which newspaper has the best horoscopes.

The only time when sport, fashion, glamour and beauty all come together...