Sunday, March 27, 2011

A hairy situation

When I was in Grade 10, our school shipped us off to Outward Bound. It was a nine-day adventure camp with no showers, no toilets (literally a shovel, the ground, and lots of squatting), no lights, no electricity, no cabins, no tents, nothing. For nine days. I knew from the start that this wasn't going to be a trip in the park (or a very large park, if you know what I mean) so I came completely ready.

Some of the other girls in my school were... less prepared. While I wore cargo pants, a hoodie and hiking boots for the two bus rides and the plane flight to the camp site, some of them rocked up in party wear. All frocked up with heels, one shouldered dresses, and hoop earrings. I remember at the time I was a little jealous and wished I had gotten a little glammed up to, but as soon as we got to the camp and these girls had to awkwardly get changed then squish their nice gear into their camping backpacks, I completely forgot any regrets.

Nine days later, out we came covered head to foot in mud, dirt, sweat and sunscreen. And these bimbos I went to school with obviously had to get back into their sparkly outfits. Let me assure you, one shouldered dresses do not look good with nine days worth of armpit hair


Friday, March 25, 2011

Random Ransom

So I was playing around with WordPress for my other blog, and I was adding media to the post. I love the example title from the folks at WordPress.

I suppose if you're going to blog about your ransom demands, you have to PDF that shit in case someone alters your shit and doesn't give you what you want...

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Lactic acid bars...

Sorry, folks. I've been lazy and haven't written anything substantial recently. But in the mean time, look at what I found on Brunswick Street in one of those Asian grocers open late at night.

LAB. Lactic Acid Bars. WTF. What the fuck.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

stationery animals

Just a plug, a shameful plug. My other blog Paper-Deer is growing faster than a two-year with a taste for McDonald's. It's a blog that focuses on the Melbourne music scene. Check it out at!

Monday, March 21, 2011

My boyfriend

is so tall that he can change the light bulbs in my apartment without so much as tiptoeing. This is great. I don't ever need to buy a ladder.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011


How ugly is Blogger.

I would love to switch this over to Tumblr or Wordpress (where I recently ported my baby But I am too lazy. Such is life.

Anons and on and on and on

I recently discovered the blog of a past schoolmate (which I won't post because I'll seem like a creepy stalker which I'm not... I hope not anyway). In high school, I wasn't particularly good friends with this girl but definitely never had any gripes with her. She was one of the more super-rich, super-attractive girls - which is incredibly hard to do in a private girls' school full of beautiful specimens of the human species - and I was the weird Asian goth kid. So, you know.

It seems that this girl is still super-attractive, and has an absolutely fascinating blog full of pictures and posts of her super glamorous life. Good on her - I'm jealous. I want her wardrobe.

This missy's blog has an enviable amount of comments, mostly about her amazing fashion sense or her friends checking in. And then there are the haters. Anonymous, I should add, and ripping into everything from her personality or her lack thereof (apparent), her sexuality, her appearance, her lifestyle, her morals.

I think anonymous negative comments are so gutless. My mother used to say, "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." I'm more inclined to disagree. If you can't say anything nice, at least have the spine to show your face and back up your opinions. And no, posting more anonymous comments to argue isn't really having a spine. It's just being a coward.

(Weirdly though, I'm a little green with envy because so many comments, negative or otherwise, means she has a lot of readers. I have only gotten two hateful spineless comments on this blog from an anonymous source(s) but I'm pretty sure I know of the person anyway. Not that I'm inviting more bitchiness here though...)

Monday, March 7, 2011

And one more for good measure

"Kids can be so cruel."

I have heard those words so many times, and have probably muttered them myself on many instances. Children can be so fucking mean sometimes... well, that's the excuse I'm using anyway to attempt to explain the many gaps in my personality.

But when you think about, sometimes kids are far kinder than adults. I remember in Primary One there was a girl with eleven fingers - one of her hands had two pinkies pretty much. I think I was six, and I asked her why she too many and she explained that one of her fingers was weak so the doctors decided to give her a spare finger just in case. I think I was just in awe of her excess in fingers, and during dinner that night I went home and asked my mum why I didn't have spare fingers.

From memory, my mother just scoffed and asked why anyone would want spare fingers. See? Kids are cool like that.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

This is good as...

Australians have lots of cute and quirky colloquialisms. It's charming how they shorten everything. Lippy, swimmers, joggers (referring to sports shoes, not people who jog)...

The one thing I did find strange was their tendency to say "as" as an explanation. "It was cold as." "Fuck, that's dodgy as!" "That girl was hot as." Urm... hot as what?!?!

My first impression of Australians when I moved here was that they didn't quite get the concept of similes. Or they were terrible at finishing sentences.