Browse Category: Narrative

What’s it is Like to be Interviewed on the ABC? (VIDEO)

You may have missed it but last night I was interviewed on a prime-time news and current affairs show, 7:30 on the ABC.  As you loved my detailed experience on how I went on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire, I thought you’d might like to know the process in what it’s like to be interviewed by a professional.


My Networks are Finally Paying Off


People often question me as to why I have so many Facebook friends and surely I can’t know them all.  At last count, I have 2,626 (probably fewer as people read this sentence) and I have met most of these people.  There are many friends on facebook whom I don’t talk to anymore and some I haven’t met in real life but I choose not to delete them unless they annoy me.


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Aziz Ansari, the Aftermath and Reframing Your Own Story

The following post has sexual content in it by its very subject matter.  Reader beware.  If you are my mum or other family or family friends, you don’t have to read this post.


So I shared a post on Facebook about the shenanigans of Aziz Ansari on Tuesday and it totally blew up.  So I thought I would write a blog post about it.


The Background


I’m not going to go into all the details and semantics about it but you can read the whole post here.  Basically this girl, we know as “Grace”, meets Aziz at the Emmy’s after-party in September and at first, he brushes her off and then they end up exchanging numbers.


She then has high expectations and they go on a date, first meeting up at his apartment for a glass of wine and then off to a restaurant on a boat (pretty damn stylish if you ask me).  After what seems to her as a rushed dinner experience, they go back to his place and he starts to get handsy and kisses her in a grotesque manner.  She pulls away.  He pushes for sex.  She want’s to go slow.  He goes down on her.  She goes down on him.  She feels pressured.  He pulls back before trying again.


(Side note: I once got kicked out of someone’s place for hesitating before going down on them)


Anyway, the blow-by-blow details are written in the original post and suffice to say it is understandable to see why she was/is upset.


Now, this happened all in September.  The reason why the general public knows about it is that she saw Aziz on TV at the Golden Globes wearing a #TimesUp pin.  She felt the need to point out that he was a hypocrite or a wolf in sheep’s clothing by going to the media with her story.




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Stories of Old

My dad used to be a great storyteller, especially the stories of when he was in his youth.  It didn’t matter if they were exaggerated and they almost always were.  Here are a few of those stories


Learning about Women


Growing up in Aigaleo, Athens my dad was a street kid.  He’d often be playing in all sorts of places.  He told me that he used to play in the ruins of the Acropolis.  He was well known throughout his community and would make friends with everyone.  He would often visit the local brothel and make friends with the women who would look after him from time to time.  One time whilst talking to the courtesan a John paid a visit to the brothel.  As there was no one else around to look after little Andreas he got put in the wardrobe.  There he found a primary source to aid him in his sexual education through the cracks of the shutters.

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Dad’s Life with Mental Illness

I’ve been struggling all day to write this post.  In fact I’ve been struggling all year to express myself.  You see a year ago to the day my baba died from terminal brain cancer and although I mention that part of the reason for this trip is to deal with the death, I haven’t really done any reflection or acknowledgment.  I am aware that these emotions may come out in undesirable ways in the future and if I don’t deal with them I may be setting myself up for a bigger fall.


A brief overview


My Baba was born in 1951 in Thessaloniki, Greece.  He moved to Athens when he was six after his parents got divorced.  He started working as a painter when he was 14.  My dad came over to Australia from Greece in 1977 when he was 24 because he married my mum (a Greek-Australian).  My dad in the 80’s and 90’s had his own painting and decorating business that had its good times and bad times.  I was born in 1988 and along with my two older brothers, we had a happy upbringing.


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Dancing with Hippies – Ecstatic Contact Dance


Jason! You’ve got the hair, you’ve got the look, when are you going to do some hippy shit, or play in a band?  Well, today is your lucky day.  This post is about how I joined the hippy community and did some weird hippy shit.


It all started when I did a free life coaching session (I was the client).   I got the word from the life coach that there was an Ecstatic Contact dance class at Paradiso, the local community space, and she was going.  With very little information I decided to give it a go.

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How I Got On To Who Wants To Be A Millionaire – Part 2

For part 1 click here.


So it’s game day and I am nervous as hell.   I get zero sleep and I wake up before dawn.  My buddy Geoff comes to my house and we take the train to the city.  It’s been a long time since I’ve been to the city before 8 am.  The light hits the buildings in different ways and everyone is rushing off to work.  Not me though, I have plenty of time and I am soaking it in.


As we enter Channel Nine studios, I am separated from my buddy and get told to sit at my allocated table.  I am going to be on show number 6, the last show for the day.   Yes, that’s right folks, Who Wants To Be A Millionaire: Hot Seat isn’t filmed live, neither are any of the other game shows for that matter.


There is a person missing from my table and the producers are scrambling to find the person on call.  Whilst they are doing that, they make us sign a contract saying that we can’t say anything about what happened, not even to friends and family, until the show is broadcast.


If you want to see the show you can view it here on this link.

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Singapore Holiday Whirlwind

My trip to Singapore is like Odysseus and Circe.  I only stayed 5 days but it felt like 5 months and I got fleeced by the end of it being lucky to save my own skin.  Complete with a PG love story ending in tragedy, I can truly say that my 6-month adventure through Asia has truly started.


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Being Thankful For The Crazy Things That Happen To You

I’m on the train going home.  The girl infront of me is reading the book Mindset: The Psychology of Success.  I have to talk to her, I thought.  When the seat beside her became free I asked to sit next to her.   She said, “No problem.” And a conversation ensued.


She’s a high school teacher and is trying to figure out whether her students have a growth mindset or a fixed mindset.  We start talking about the stresses of school, that either students want an ATAR of 95 or death or they’re of the mindset that whatever happens will happen.  I chime in and say about the third option; figuring out what you want and setting achievable goals to get there.


“What’s your name?”


“Tanya!  We went to France together 12 years ago!”

“So we did…!”


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The Girl On The 109 Tram

I get on the tram from Box Hill.  Ahead of me sits a girl in gym attire wearing a “Muscles Coming Soon” singlet.  I sit down on the other side of the isle and look in the corner of my eye.  She’s mouthing the words to “Don’t Stop Me Now” by Queen.



I could just keep looking straight ahead or I could do something else.



I start mouthing the words to Don’t Stop Me Now also.  She sees me.  She gets more expressive.  Hands fly out.


200 degrees.  I’m travelling at the speed of light…!


We’re both mouthing the words and doing the dance.  My stop comes up.  I wave goodbye.  She waves.


Farewell, Girl on the 109 Tram.


The Story of A Maserati Party and The Russian Millionaire

So I was hanging out within my ex-host from Couchsurfing’s apartment.  We were have a pre-game drink before going out.  We were going to an InterNations event.  InterNations is a website for expatriates.  It is very similar to my all time favourite travelling website Couchsurfing but it is focused on people living abroad.  The key difference is that your not asking for places to sleep, instead you are networking at events and you have to pay.  Apart from that it’s virtually the same.  Correct me if I’m wrong.


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