blatant taunting

I've just about had enough of this studying business. Why is the weather always so fine when I am cramming for my exams?

chim chim cher-ee

I wished they were my parents when I was 6.

locked in a golden afterglow

It was a hot day last Saturday, one of the hottest so far this spring. One of those days where even after the sun has set, you can still feel the coax of a lingering warmth vapourising into the sweaty air. 

At 8pm, the scene in the city was one of confusion: the unlikely combination of race-goers and Halloween. There are three types of women on a night like this: those in cocktail dresses and fascinators, those in something slutty and bloody, and those who look like an average Saturday night. I find myself in this third group - not dressed for anything. My friend is having a last minute birthday celebration at a rooftop bar. 

A few jugs of sangria (and something with sloe gin) later, the weather takes a turn for the worst and the sky splits into flashes of white. There is no thunder, the rain is too loud and the space beneath the umbrellas too crowded for anyone to hear it. 

We find an expensive cocktail bar too wait out the storm. We make flimsy paper cranes out of the napkins. 

call of the wild

A sudden need to prowl a Parisian flea market beckons. 

shall i compare thee to a summer's day?

I don't want to get too ahead of myself, but it's really starting to feel like summer, and the way this photo turned out really reminds me of David Hamilton's work. 

2010

Next year, will you call it "two thousand and ten" or "twenty ten"?

I think I will start with the former, out of habit, and then downsize to the latter, out of laziness. 

stationery

For someone who carried around her writing utensils(courtesy of the University's orientation week) in a plastic pocket for a whole semester, I've really come a long way in terms of stationery acquisition.

Exhibit A: my go-to mechanical pencil - reliable, cheerful, erasable and ice-cream shaped. 4 months ago I received it as a gift from a friend. It has since performed the role of being a conversation starter with many a new friends.

And then I have this pen. I friggin love this pen. It has six colours and is the most expensive item of stationery ($3.95) that I've paid for since my duo tip whiteout (a misjudged purchase - only the brush tip works). This pen is so versatile that it is the only one I've used for note-taking since I bought it. You can screw off the tip to see the mechanism inside, something which amused me immensely until I dismantled it too many times and almost broke the black cartridge. Before that happened though, my friend had written a tiny note and put it inside this 'secret chamber' for me to open when all the cartridges run out. Now this pen is not only a work of brilliant design, but also a time capsule loaded with potential nostalgic value. I am so excited. 

Most of all, it encourages artistic pursuit and provides continual distraction in lectures. 

WTF?!

SO THIS IS WHAT BRUSSEL SPROUTS LOOK LIKE IN THEIR NATURAL STATE. AND TO MAKE MATTERS WORSE, THESE HORRIFIC COLONIES OF BULBOUS MINI-CABBAGES GROW VERTICALLY FROM THE GROUND LIKE SOME SICK JOKE OF A TREE - NO WONDER NOBODY LIKES BRUSSEL SPROUTS (!!!!!)

 

I now realise  how embarrassingly insular my life has been for the past 18 years and 10 months. Someone please tell me that they are also experiencing a moment of disillusionment. 

halloween

At the start of every October, I wish that Australians celebrated Halloween. Though, to be honest, I'm one of those people who don't understand why they can't just make every party a mandatory dress up party. 

To make the Halloween situation worse, some even like to turn it into a moral and political crisis - as though wanting to celebrate Halloween means that I'm selling out to the traditions of a redneck American. 

Well let's just talk hypothetically then. If I was going to a Halloween party this year, I would dress up as Edward Scissorhands. A fairly sane and generic idea when compared to some more radical and abstract ones I have hypothetically dressed up as in previous years. The advantage of this is that I already have all necessary items for the costume (bar the simple craft project of making some scissorhands), and my hair is of the right length for teasing into a Robert Smith nest. In fact, once the novelty of the obtrusive scissorhands wore off, I could take them off and just be dressed up as Robert Smith. 

If you are lucky enough to live in country where celebrating Halloween is not only a tradition, but encouraged upon, what are you dressing up as?

olivia bee

I just discovered this 15 year old photographer about an hour ago on flickr. I don't know why I like her photos so much, maybe because of the way she uses the beautiful natural landscapes around her, or the fact that her friends all look so happy and non-contrived. The youthfulness that exudes from the pictures is so genuine and joyful, it makes me both really happy and really sad.

I guess this quote from Mad Men comes to mind:
Nostalgia - it's delicate, but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek, "nostalgia" literally means "the pain from an old wound." It's a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone.

spirit animal

"Foretelling future through dreams" I have always felt slightly psychic, despite an aversion towards crystals and incense (too kitsch).

queen amidala

Today while I was walking with Alana, I found this flower which came in the most covetable shade of orange-red. When I got home I picked off a petal to admire it individually. How striking it looked indeed! And how much more striking would it look as a lipstick shade? - I thought to myself. 

So next time I am near a Revlon counter (my preferred drugstore brand), I will be searching for something similar. Perfect for watermelon eating in summer (where do the lips end and the watermelon begin?) 

irony

I am doing my best to avoid eye contact with the young couple sitting opposite me on the train. The boy has tattooed sleeves and stretchers in his ears, he is making his girlfriend who looks like Ashlee Simpson (when she was emo) giggle a lot.

Boy: He was talking about how he got this Britney Spears t-shirt, you know, to be ironic. But I was like "Dude, the most ironic thing about that is you paid money for it".

Girl: heeheheheheee

Boy: I mean, at least I got this top for free. I wasn't going to wear if it weren't black.

Girl: Yea, I wouldn't let you wear that out if it was white.

(The top was sleeveless and had something that looked like a cartoon whale and some colourful block writing. The rest of the outfit included a pair of black shorts, skate shoes, tube socks and a black beanie despite the heat)

i love my subjects i love my subjects i love my subjects

 

Today has been a strange day. It was good because the weather was nice and I was able to wear a very light and loose top. I ordered my first iced latte for the year. My orthodontist also promised me that my braces will be coming off in December. 

But then I thought about all the exams I will have to sit through before December comes. 

Last month I bought these guarana lollipops from a funny stall. I'm going to eat them tonight and start and finish my 2000 word essay to remind myself of my superhuman scholastic abilities. 

somehow poetic

My friend showed me this site just before. It didn't take long for another friend to get perverse about it, but somehow, the end translation is quite beautiful..?

I like to fantasize about doing inappropriate things to beautiful girls that walk past me in the street.

into Japanese

私は、歩いて、美しい女の子には不適切な行為をすることについて空想するように私の通り、過去の。

back into English

I walk, the girl is as beautiful as I fantasize about doing their inappropriate behavior in the past.

back into Japanese

私は自分の過去での不適切な行動を行うと空想にふけるように美しい、女の子は歩いてください。

back into English

I do fantasize a beautiful as improper behavior in his past, girls, please walk away.

back into Japanese

私は彼の過去、女の子は、歩いてくださいには美しいとして不適切な行動を空想ありません。

back into English

I am the last of his girl, and please do not walk as a beautiful fantasy act inappropriately.

back into Japanese

私は彼の少女の、最後の美しいファンタジーの行為として不適切に歩いて行ってください。

back into English

I was his girl, please walk to the beautiful fantasy act improperly as a last resort.

back into Japanese

私は彼の少女してください最後の手段としては、美しいファンタジーの行動が不適切に歩いていた。

back into English

I as a last resort please his girl, was walking in the beautiful fantasy act improperly.

back into Japanese

私は最後の手段として、美しいファンタジー行為に不適切な歩いていた彼の女の子してください。

back into English

I as a last resort, please wrong girl was walking to his beautiful fantasy act.

back into Japanese

私は最後の手段として、下記間違えた、彼の美しいファンタジーの行動を歩いていた。

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I, as a last resort, following the wrong, was walking his beautiful fantasy act.

back into Japanese

私は、最後の手段は、間違って、彼の美しいファンタジーの行動を歩いていた次のように。

back into English

I was the last resort is wrong, the following action was walking his beautiful fantasy.

back into Japanese

私は最後の手段が間違っている場合は、以下のアクションを、彼の美しいファンタジー歩いていた。

back into English

If I was wrong last resort, the following actions, he was walking in a beautiful fantasy.

back into Japanese

もし私が最後の手段が間違っていた、次の操作を、彼の美しいファンタジーの世界に歩いていた。

back into English

Last resort was wrong, I would do the following, was walking to his beautiful fantasy world.

back into Japanese

最後の手段、私は以下のように、彼の美しいファンタジーの世界を歩いていたが間違っていた。

back into English

Last resort, as follows: I was wrong was walking to his beautiful fantasy world.

back into Japanese

最後の手段として、次のとおり：私が間違っていた彼の美しいファンタジーの世界を歩いていた。

back into English

As a last resort, as follows: I was walking to his beautiful fantasy world that I was wrong.

back into Japanese

最後の手段として、次のように：私は、彼の美しいファンタジーの世界は、私が間違っていたに歩いていた。

back into English

As a last resort, as follows: I have a beautiful fantasy world, he was walking to me was wrong.

back into Japanese

最後の手段として、次のように：私は、美しく幻想的な世界が、彼は歩いていた私には間違っていた。

back into English

As a last resort, as follows: I have a beautiful fantasy world, he was walking I was wrong.

back into Japanese

最後の手段として、次のように：私は、美しく幻想的な世界が、彼は私が間違っていた歩いていた。

back into English

As a last resort, as follows: I have a beautiful fantasy world, he was walking I was wrong.