Monday, December 20, 2010


headed down to melbourne for the past couple of days.

1*cousin's graduation
3*bit of work

 new sunglasses.


 walked down some strange alleyways.

 queen victoria markets.



Wednesday, December 15, 2010


 i should be asleep. it's 1.50 in the morning. lovely

here are some photos from the past 6 days to give you a glimpse of what i've been up to...

and if not...

1*muse concert - i have yet to write a fantastic review
3*sleeping outside in my open-plan 3rd floor garden, and seeing 5 shooting stars in one night.
and it wasn't just me, i was with people. and they can testify.
3*photo shoots...
this photo is not meant to be offensive to any religion in any way, it's just a bit of random fun i had with my friends at a party with towels + blankets. 

 youthful. and blemish-ful.

water! the pool was oh so clear.

happy birthday felix.


Thursday, December 9, 2010


another photo taken on camp, at a dead end: the edge of a cliff. followed by a traipse back through the bushes, through what we'd just gone through.
there comes a stage just after denial. where you find yourself smiling a little again.
you could even laugh about it now. just not quite yet.
forgetting more than you remember. 
maybe eating.
possibly sleeping.
but still breathing.
if you don't read this, at least read from the analogy onwards, it may just prove to be intriguing.
[[you know i'm joking about the eating part, right? [[disclaimer: i'm not encouraging lack of eating/promoting it. more so if you break up, you have no one to bother looking good for. you only live once, anyway, so eat healthy but don't be uptight about it]] everyone knows a break up means buckets of ice cream, almost certainly more than average  and most probably a whole box of kleenex]] 
well. i didn't have a whole tub of ben + jerry's. frankly because here in sydney it's a trek to go find ben + jerry's. i ate just one white chocolate magnum off the stick. broke the stick, and threw it away.
i haven't been able to sleep properly for 2 years now. so inability to sleep is not a symptom in my eyes.
and now that my eyes are finally starting to clear from the blurring tears, i'm remembering to breathe again.
the deep breaths you so foolishly, stubbornly refused to even experiment with. [[this is not directed to my readers]] this has always been a good way to calm yourself down. what with more oxygen to the brain, etc.
really, the only stage at which you can't breathe is when you can't bring yourself to it, through the tears.
and once that's over you're pretty much in the clear, right? 
to infinity and beyond! buzz lightyear will take you there!
[[i need sleep, evidently]]

ok, you know what?! let's see what clever little analogy i can pull off here... let me think.
well, see this photo i took on camp?
well... you could say you're at the edge of the cliff now. you started the journey, excited, buzzing, full of energy. the first bit was the best, the easiest, the smoothest. but came the small problems you had to overcome - spiky bushes, plants whacking at your face as you traipse around, confused nevertheless, as you may always be. and it doesn't matter that you don't know where you're going, for now the journey's pleasant, the plants are easy to walk through despite what may be your petty complaints.
then you find yourself at a dead end. 
a misery-filled, dark and possibly deadly swamp, with thousands of swarming mosquitoes,  leeches, your biggest trial yet. and how are you going to get through without damaging your equipment, and belongings? you can't. so you go through it anyway because you've looked for every other road to take, and there just isn't one. this time round, maybe you're not so lucky. maybe it's the only way. you feel your legs become covered in muck. up to your waist. and you know for sure the burden on your back is only going to get heavier, and dirtier. but you keep going through. 
this i the worst part. there's no way out. it's the end and you're starting to lose sight of light. 
but! through the trees there's a path. your heart surges as you feel the release. the dirt comes off. your pack seems lighter. what lies ahead seems an even more beautiful path than the one you first took. 
because maybe that path wasn't meant to be. 
where this new path is headed, that's your decision.
if you're not getting this, take it allll in metaphorically. 
[[personally i think it's pretty fab being made up on the spot in just a few minutes]]

sorry about the recent rambles, i know they're boring... unlike pretty pictures. well, i have a few of my photographical experiments lined up for you tomorrow, so heads up! 

 oh, have i mentioned yet? SUMMMERRRR!
one of my best friends, edwina, dyed my tips the other day. they're currently blonde but i'm looking at some semi-permanent blues/pinks. just for a little fun. yeah, how conformist, but i honestly had nothing to do.
[[this makes me sound bipolar. one second i'm deep/emotional/writing about it all, the next i'm hyper because of hair?]]

Sunday, December 5, 2010

winter/summer playlist.

picture of my best friend catherine at edwina's party. my dress + photography. i love her, she makes me happier every single time. here's a little tribute to her lovely spazziness.
so we're at the beginning of summer here in australia.
for readers in the northern hemisphere, it's winter.
so i'm giving you a playlist for both!

1*summer hair = forever young-the academy is...
3*joy  ride-the killers
4*i'll run-the cab
5*who needs love-razorlight
tied with...
5*breakin'-the all american rejects

not exactly my usual 60s/70s/80s...

1*vegas skies-the cab
2*the funeral-band of horses
3*this charming man-the smiths
4*pale blue eyes-the velvet underground

i gave up on winter...


apparently for us aussies, we're going  to have a lovely wet, hot, humid summer. 

Thursday, December 2, 2010


original photography by me. disposable camera on camp.

hello everybody! and hello summer.
although sydney was greeted by a lovely rainstorm yesterday, which has been and will be the lookout for the entire/rest of the week.

this is an example of 21st century teenage angst:

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when it gets annoying, relief can be found by flexing your arms and smashing your keyboard.

this is an example of more 21st teenage angst:

some, i stress the some, boys are nice. others are the sexist pigs who want sandwiches, and who also judge us by how much fat we have in our chests. 

children, that is why we fall for them.

this summer is not looking great. way to be a pessimist. is it called being cynical when you know you're being pessimistic, you know it, but you don't want to change?
wait no, that's arrogance. 


but summer! beachy days and never ending days have come a hollerin'!

Friday, November 26, 2010

the trials and tribulations of prancing around.

 so this is in fact an outfit post. but of multiple outfits.
with the same pair of pants. 
i had a lot of spare time [[not really]] to kill today. actually, i just wanted to avoid practicing for my piano exam tomorrow. and my chinese exam. 
hope you enjoy the semi-sunlit photos. unfortunately, just as i got home the clouds came across and it was slightly overcast... so my photos are sadly not completely sun drenched.
i should go frolicking about my garden more often!


 now what is going on here?
 a little uppity?

 my my, the grass looks lush.

all my pretty sheers on the line...

so above is...
1*russh clothing drawstring jacket
2*thrifted blue polka dot blouse
3*russh clothing sheer white shirt
4*junk clothing lace up tank top
5*junk clothing vest
6*uscari simple tank
7*basic ribbed black tank top
8*thrifted white knit [[it's now got a hole in it...]]
9*black pants from father [[like jeggings, only... not]]
10*white converse chuck taylors low
1*tony bianco nemesis in stone chicago

toodles, happy weekend, all!

sorry about my overgrown jungle of a garden... the mower has broken down... 

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

just so you know.

you can also find me on tumblr, which is full of my own original material, no reblogging.
and follow me on bloglovin' too!
i swear swear swear i'll find a good giveaway. with all the recent happening's i'm not exactly the party animal right now.

i sound bitter. so be it.


oh, and here's a repetitive, non-rhyming poem...

It doesn’t matter that the ground is cold,
It doesn’t matter that the ground is hard.
It matters that you can’t feel yourself,
Between the tears.

It’s when you lose yourself,
In all the confusion.
When you finally stop to ask yourself,

That moment, the one moment,
When what you thought would be warm arms to run into,
The moment it turns to dust and rubble.

The hour it hurts so much,
Is the hour you cry your heart out.
The hour you lie by yourself,
There’s silence.

The days you’ll waste,
Thinking about all those times.
The times you loved everything,
Without a single doubt.

The weeks it’ll take,
The weeks you know it will take,
For just some of the pain to dull,
For your pillow to stop wiping away your tears.

The time it’ll take,
For you to stop crying yourself to sleep.
The time it’ll take,
For your battered heart to pick itself up.

i don't know what to call it...
any ideas? this is usually my saying 'hey, it rhymes, i'm a lyrical genius'
but sometimes in life there is no rhyme, and no reason. so for no reason i made this poem  unrhyming. take that, word, i'm just going to add my own vocab.
gah, this blog is just turning into some depressed chick who listens to random music's place of whining. a whinehouse. [[harharharharhar...]] i'll pick myself back up soon. i think.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

deal with it.

photo by my best friend, catherine, while we were on camp. again.
oh, and what could this be?
another lost cause, perhaps even a completely stupid one.
i'm just a teenager. but just because i'm a teenager, it doesn't mean that i don't have feelings. in the best way to say this, i have feelings, i just don't know how to deal with them properly. yet. 
so looking at that, you can probably guess what's going on, right?
for those who laugh, or those who dismiss lost cases of teenage love, either you've forgotten how much it seemed to hurt when it happened to you, or you've never felt it.
what feeling? when it's tearing at you from the inside, and you can't save yourself. 
when he gives you the world's most recycled reason. 
when you're completely alone, and the only thing you want is a hug. from him. 
it's so close, but it's so far away. in your mind you know the impossibility it is.
the worst thing is, we're both just confused. couldn't it have waited? patience?
ironically, i'll probably look back on this and laugh. a lot. but there's a side of me that will never forget, unless i become an amnesiac. 

and your friends tell you it's not the end of the world. 
you tell them you know it's not, but who are you trying to convince?
and even more importantly, what are you going to do when for half a year, he was your world?


lucky for me, time's healing these wounds fast, and i'm already starting to resuscitate myself, sensibly.
there's nothing else i can do. 

Friday, November 19, 2010

band: rockets.

just a bit of friday night aussie talent for you all.
i'm loving their catchy lyrics and that slightly distorted/twangy guitar sound.
and the fact that they're making me feel a little bit better while all this crap goes through my mind.
well don't they just look like they've had a huge load of fun already?

looking forward to their EP. [[hey hey, he's wearing a nebula shirt]]
check them out now on triple j unearthed and myspace!


Monday, November 15, 2010

eighteenth outfit post.

wonderful, these days of almost-liberation.
more time to take photos of myself...
excuse the hair... it's a tragedy.

 good thing it's almost the holidays. i kind of look like i'm puking here...

 i'm wearing...
1*russh clothing bustier
2*subtitled shirt
3*russh clothing maxi skirt
4*oversized knit by stage 2
5*bone necklace from the markets
6*bracelets from the markets

the skirt is absolutely divine. 
it's actually a body con skirt with a longer piece of sheer fabric over the top. 
so it turns into a maxi, but it's perfect for an australian summer, i don't have to traipse around in a super thick skirt, but i don't have to compromise for length, genius. 
did i mention it's super comfy?


still finding something for a giveaway...