My mother loves her chocolate more than most things in life. If she had to only save one between her chocolate or her firstborn in the event of a fire, I might not have a promising further life expectancy. The point of this is she loves her chocolate, and she keeps watchful tabs on her stash of favourites.

Currently, there is a box of (my mother's) Lindt chocolate balls hiding in the corner of the lowest shelf in the pantry. It's delicately savoured, painfully rationed, and heavily accounted for.

Stepping into the kitchen this evening, I was greeted with, "Nikki, why did you eat four of my chocolates?!" Such is the peril of being the fat kid of the family - the default of eternal blame for missing food rests on my shoulders.

Anyway, I didn't eat them and Isabelle denied knowing anything about the box being opened. What I am alluding to here is not the fact that my family is a throng of hungry liars. What I am alluding to is the fact that I AM NOT LYING WHEN I SAY THERE IS A GHOST IN THE HOUSE.

Seriously. Things routinely go missing, and by 'things' I specifically mean delicious, edible things.

On the topic of delicious and edible things, I had an orange and a mug of green tea for dinner tonight. I briefly reflected on how proud I was of my ability to flex the willpower muscle, and I even thought, "For once I have the meal plan of a skinny girl!" Then I smelled the tempting aroma of pizza on Isabelle's plate, and I caved like house of cards after a nearby sneeze. I ate a slice, and I hang my head in shame because I am now devoid of any inspiring anecdotes about willpower and conquering the beasts of the gut! Sorry guys.

To break the monotony, here is a picture of some girls in an assortment of vivid clothing:

It was my dear Marcus's superhero/villain themed 21st. He made an absolutely convincing Wolverine:

Aaaand this is a picture where I attempt to kill my first ever human through suffocation. Joe was no unwilling volunteer (<- double negative; english fail) :

Aaaand, in an effort to continuously push remaining uni final assessments from my mind, I will continue to waffle on about things that don't remotely interest you, such as the state of my fingernails (newly-cut, unpolished) as well as the fact that I watched (and enjoyed) two Pedro Almodóvar films (Volver, Habla con Ella) yesterday with mein papa.

He deals with such heavy themes in a brutally casual light, at first I didn't know whether to be offended by his almost dismissive handling. Then I remembered that I only ever take offense to the people in front of me walking slowly and being called sane, so I quickly abandoned any initial feelings of offense for aforementioned movies. If you like your irony seasoned with quirks and served on a bed of black humour, I absolutely recommend them.

Yeah, I think that's my quota of words for the day.

Night, loves


  1. I was the Fat kid of my family too. We masterfully hide our tasty snacks but if they're found and devoured, there's no blame given. Presently, I'm getting FAT in my Birthplace Regina, Sask. Canada

    your superpower is melting my Brain, Hah HaH

  2. Chocolate is one of those addictions I think I will never outgrow. I've succumbed to the naive fact that if I eat a light breakfest and lunch, I can eat as I want for dinner. D: Fail. Amusing pictures. XD My nails are in the worst shape ever, unfiled, unkept, bitten. Oh well. I'm sure you've heard this before, but the title of your blog has a certain ring that I can get over. Ah, have a good afternoon.

  3. Ahh, Chocolate. I love it, and my mom is the same way as yours.
    Usually, before my sister moved out, my dad and I would get blamed if food went missing.
    Now, she mostly blames me.

  4. Oh theme parties... they can be so right and they can go so wrong. This one looks like it was fun. And the unwilling volunteer is suffocatingly hilarious ;)

  5. While we don't ACTUALLY know each other, I think I understand you enough to know that you're not fishing for compliments when you write about your weight. But, sweetie, here we go anyway:

    It legitimately worries me when you say negative things about your body. Try as you might to convince us that you're less than perfect and beautiful, we've all seen. You're tiny and you're pretty and I like everything about it.

  6. Seriously, what is, for many Asian people, considered "fat" is ,for most people in Aust, considered positively skinny!

    The sad statistic is that more than half the adult population here is overweight, but there is no way you are one them. If you lose any more weight you'd look malnourished.

  7. You just made me yell OMG and pace around my apartment after seeing that you tried to just eat an orange and drink green tea for dinner! I mean, that's freakin' crazy talk! I'm ecstatic that you ate the pizza. in fact, you made ME want to eat some pizza and I bought some soon after I read this...no lie lol.

    I'm also have to say that I'm little worried that you would even want to try to do something like that.

    I know I'm no Brad Pitt or Johnny Depp so my opinion doesn't matter that much but trying to have the diet of an anorexic person isn't very attractive. Confidence and a healthy self image, however, is fantastically attractive!

  8. I blame Pinapaeatan for my childhood heftiness. I've given it up since then. One of my crutches broke 3 days ago and my usual level of activity's become a biotch. Would u help me out. I'll pay U back w/ your choice of food and random acts of physical affection :-D

  9. if you enjoyed those films I advise you ''Todo sobre mi madre'', it's amazing! It's my Almodòvar's favourite!