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In this supercharged techno world we live in ,
The old fashion charm & secrecy of the humble diary,
Still has it's place.



Good day to you!
You have probably stumbled onto my blog because
I've posted a couple of links on facebook & other sites
Maybe you're my good friend or family member
& just want to read my ramblings!
Well a warm welcome to you all,
I hope you enjoy reading my posts
as much as I've loved writing them.


I do enjoy blogs related to food, fashion & ohnotheydidnt.
I blog to update my family overseas &
sometimes I just need to reflect on my day
and count my blessings.

If you want a good read or picture inspiration,
I recommend my daily reads.

OhNoTheyDidn't! [Celebs]
LookBook [Fashion]
Knighttcat [Fashion]
Lisa's Place [Fashion]
Bryan Boy [Fashion]
Fashion Toast [Fashion]
Sea Of Shoes [Fashion]
Luxirare [Fashion+Food]
Raging Yogurt [Food]
Cake Wrecks [Food]
Tummy Rumbles [Food]
Lame Book [Miscellaneous]
Fail Blog [Miscellaneous]


If I told you things I did before
Told you how I used to be
Would you go along with someone like me?

If you knew my story word for word
Had all of my history
Would you go along with someone like me?

I did before and had my share
It didn't lead nowhere
I would go along with someone like you.

It doesn't matter what you did
Who you were hanging with
We could stick around and see this night through

And we don't care about the young folks
Talking 'bout the young style
And we don't care about the old folks
Talking 'bout the old style too.

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Sunday, June 06, 2010

So this is my current feeling towards my first exam.
oh hello old friend, clueless-ness.

You know when you've gone through every lecture and note possible but when it comes to that day,
the answer is glaring back at you but you just slip up, maybe have a mental blank.

Well, after five minutes of staring I write a couple of dot points and then start expanding.. sometimes with crap.
Perhaps thats why I'm terrible with math, you can't shit through that :/
Somehow I've made it to this academic year so seriously, I thank god for that.

exams suck.

Updated at 1:37 am

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Just got back from a trip to the Macedon Ranges with Li, his sister and cousin.
It's so lovely !
Also, it's so nice to see familiar faces cos we went to visit his other sister and her kid :)
Got my study hat on tight now, not long till exams start!

Updated at 10:17 pm

Thursday, May 27, 2010

You guys know how much I love A good comic.
I still wish I was a comic book character, preferably in Riverdale.

I would tell Archie to stop whoring around and date Cheryl Blossom's brother, yeah he's a hottie. Oh, I would date him not Archie. Although, I always thought Archie (and perhaps Jughead) were homosexuals in denial.

So here is a memorable one!

Words and artwork (lol) by Hyperbole & A Half,
She's so relate-able and a jolly good laugh.

When I was seven, my family moved from suburban California to rural Idaho. In an effort to embrace Northern Idaho culture, my dad took me fishing at a lake near our house.

Mostly because I thought that I would get to keep the fish I caught as a pet.
I was really excited.


My dad spent all day showing me how to thread a worm and cast a line.


Every second, I expected to feel a pull on my hook and reel in my new best friend. It never happened.
I was heartbroken.


Even though I never got to meet my fish friend, it felt like he had been forcibly taken from me. My hopes were crushed. As my dad was desperately trying to console me, a kindly fisherman took note and offered to let me have one of the fish he had in his bucket.


I was ecstatic! My mind immediately composed a vivid montage of all the fun times I would have with my new friend.


The fisherman set his bucket on the dock and let me pick out my fish. I chose the cutest fish I could find and lovingly transferred it to my own bucket.
"Hi," I whispered; "My name is Allie. I'm your new best friend."

Once we got home, my dad went to take a nap and I carried my fish's bucket out into our backyard. I set the bucket down and ran as fast as my excited little legs could carry me to fetch a shovel.


I set my friend free in his new home and watched him swim around for awhile. I felt so pleased with myself for transporting this humble little fish from his old life of poverty and hardship to a new life with his very own pond and all the bread pieces he could eat.




After making sure that my fish was comfortable and happy, I went inside to make toys and furniture for him. I glued toothpicks and popsicle sticks together to form miniature chairs and tables. My fish was going to love his new home! I was so excited for him.

An hour or so later, I proudly carried the things I made outside to give to my fish.


As I got closer to the pond, I could already sense that there was something wrong. There were no happy splashing sounds. I couldn't see the water over the top of hole I'd dug. I dropped the fish furniture I had made and broke into a run.

When I reached the pond, I was horrified to discover that most of the water had been absorbed into the ground. My fish was lying on its side, flopping around in about a half-inch of mud-water.


WHAT HAD I DONE???? I immediately got the hose and started spraying my fish with a stream of cold water.


I filled up the hole and waited. My fish floated belly-up in the murky water. Every now and then he would thrash around and try to turn himself over unsuccessfully. I tried to help him stay right-side up by holding him in the correct orientation and then releasing him gently, but he always flopped back over lifelessly. It became clear that he wasn't going to make it.


I knew what I had to do.
I went inside and got my mom's butcher knife.

I didn't want my fish to suffer. I had to be brave for him. I had to do the right thing and finish what I started. I drug the fish over to our brick patio and prepared to end its life as quickly and painlessly as I could.



I held the blade high over my head. It glinted in the sunlight as I tried to steady my nerves.


I took a deep breath and brought the knife down as hard as I could.

I barely dented my fish. It flopped around as urgently as a half-dead fish can, as if to say "OHMYGODI'MBLEEDING!!!!!! WHAT THE F*CKING F*CK ARE YOU DOING???? IF YOU'RE GOING TO DECAPITATE ME, DO IT!!! KIIIIIIIIIILLLLL MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"


I began to frantically hack at it, over and over, like a berserk war machine.




I couldn't kill it. My pathetic 7-year-old muscles could not sever the fish's head. I needed help.

I ran inside and woke up my dad.

Imagine, for a second, that you are peacefully slumbering after a nice day of bonding with your young daughter - who you think is playing peacefully out in the yard. You are warm and comfortable and feeling secure about your life. And then you are abruptly woken up by this:


Upon discovering that his daughter was crying and covered in blood, my dad became visibly distressed. He asked me what was wrong and if I was okay and where did all the blood come from? But all he could get out of me were half-sentences interrupted by hyperventilation and random screaming.

I was eventually able to drag him out to the patio where the fish was still flopping around heroically, spattering blood all over our new brickwork. My dad told me to go inside.

From under the covers of my parent's bed, I could hear metal strike brick. Just once. Then my dad came back inside and sat down on the bed next to me. He patted me on the head and asked me if I wanted fish tacos for dinner.


The part about her brandishing the knife and screaming at her dad brings back memories. Well sort of, I did many stupid things and fell down a lot when I was young. I used to come home with blood gushing out of my knees and my mum and dad would be slightly worried.Especially when I would roam around the neighbourhood storm drains the following day and fall again on the open wound. Oh and in the process, I managed to make extra friends with ringworms. The friendship was of course rudely interrupted by my mother's bombardment of medication.

So anyhoo..

Strangely, this comic has made me appreciate the upbringing and care I had from my parents when I was a troubled kid. Love love guys.

Updated at 1:23 am

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

I didn't eat for three days so I could be lovely.

Two weeks to exams and I've yet to feel the anxiety and stress that I usually get.
My housemate gave me the first three seasons of Skins and I've been watching episodes after a day of revision. Quite honestly it erases my revision from before because all I can remember is the drama I've just watched.Oh and the lovely face of Tony Stonem.

This song has been on repeat when I get ready in the morning.
I've now heard like 6 remixes of this song but these two are my favourite.

Updated at 10:12 pm

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Japan has always been a place of deep intrigue. The quirkiness that be enjoyed in the people, food and surroundings really draws me to visit their country.

So Biffle and I are planning a trip to Japan !
Where to go is really the pondering question, Japan has so many options!
I guess Tokyo & Osaka are a must but big Asian cities don't excite me.
Quite frankly, I wouldn't mind spending all my time in the country sides of Japan.
I want to see Cherry Blossom flowers in full bloom and enjoy the crisp spring air. Perhaps sit in a hot spring and meet the locals. I met a guy who agreed to give Biffle and I a crash course in Japanese, it'll be as good as my Chinese by the end of the day !

C'mon, all you need to know are the words, toilet, lost, hot guys and ATM right ?

Any destination suggestions will be helpful so drop me some advice !
Thank you :)

Updated at 12:04 am