tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47876007630315375382024-03-13T20:16:17.803+11:00babyfreakingporridge.babyporridge.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07799405411579553303noreply@blogger.comBlogger146125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787600763031537538.post-36543064748888535852011-06-14T06:12:00.003+10:002011-06-14T06:13:16.727+10:00I've left<div><a href="http://nikkinoncommittal.tumblr.com">http://nikkinoncommittal.tumblr.com</a></div>Sorry for the betrayal, Blogger. Tumblr just doesn't require as much hearty commitment...babyporridge.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07799405411579553303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787600763031537538.post-27911529006569657592011-03-13T22:29:00.009+11:002011-03-13T23:41:24.938+11:00Blistered feet, calloused fingers, but content as f*ck.<div>It is with a full belly of cultural amalgamation (bits of taco, bits of paella and bits of chinese noodles anyone?) that I sit down tonight to write and reflect about small things to be grateful for. I do realise this is alarming. I, the resident creep with a penchant for filling my nostrils with assorted objects, want to discuss things beyond my apparent maturity level? Yes. Hear me out.</div><div><br /></div><div>I came home tonight from my routine Sunday night salsa class. Having tried my hand (well, foot) in salsa sometime in October, I've now been at it for about six months. I don't leave straight after my Level 4 class wraps up. I like to stay on for the next class, the beginner class, because I like to brush up on my skills. A new routine is taught every week, and Level 3's routine tonight was the very same routine from my 2nd ever Level 3 class. I remember being a clusterfuck that night - a vicious cycle of wayward limbs and the associated shame. I refer to that was the worst night of dancing I ever had - I was completely and utterly off my game, it was like I was gearing up for baseball... in a synchronised swimming arena. I don't take well to mediocrity, let alone failure, so I sulked my way home that night. I didn't end up coming back for weeks.</div><div><br /></div><div>After biting the bullet and strapping on my dancing shoes - first my left foot, then my other left foot, I eventually came back. And tonight, after laying that old grievance to rest for months, it resurrected itself, and I looked it right in the eye as I grabbed it by the proverbial balls. </div><div><br /></div><div>I could not believe how naturally the dance flowed. My feet, my hips, my smile... tonight just seemed privy to this language I had only ever heard in whispers. And I said a silent plea of thanks to the universe - for feeling so careless but simultaneously so attune to the rhythm, and for the wisdom brought on by fulfilled perseverance. We fail, we learn, we grow. I learned this tonight. So I guess my point in sharing this is to hammer in that age old adage of "never giving up". It's cheesy, yes, but I ain't ever gon' complain about extra mozarella in my four-cheese pasta!</div><div><br /></div><div>And in other news, I finally cashed in my music store voucher that my Momma bestowed upon me during Christmas festivities. I have been unable to let go of my new steel string bad-ass-black Takamine. It still is yet to be named. Suggestions?</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDiCouivxUSFIndgynK4eVpHDa7RUl-9dxHXLlu21go_7yteAS4zj6tlBmAvH6glxBFuYyfkhSfK__nr4HPtyTkHlRF9nYS2MBg3QjXVZSd_zBQO4Epm6GeOuIPG9zOA4QUjYTw0GgH3g/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-03-13+at+10.11.55+PM.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDiCouivxUSFIndgynK4eVpHDa7RUl-9dxHXLlu21go_7yteAS4zj6tlBmAvH6glxBFuYyfkhSfK__nr4HPtyTkHlRF9nYS2MBg3QjXVZSd_zBQO4Epm6GeOuIPG9zOA4QUjYTw0GgH3g/s400/Screen+shot+2011-03-13+at+10.11.55+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583525271303789458" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px; " /></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSKamrOytVAyJ41eVBJ-CS6AEKfECoauQiGr9x-9aqBJBOU-smBqHOieYE4XCOSb5iYKiLdLDAHiExCObSL2g0TB25MRVWmfxDa1bi47-0hF48lHwIyXJOIwCvuXQvPEtSW0zEOgHL_OE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-03-13+at+10.12.39+PM.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSKamrOytVAyJ41eVBJ-CS6AEKfECoauQiGr9x-9aqBJBOU-smBqHOieYE4XCOSb5iYKiLdLDAHiExCObSL2g0TB25MRVWmfxDa1bi47-0hF48lHwIyXJOIwCvuXQvPEtSW0zEOgHL_OE/s400/Screen+shot+2011-03-13+at+10.12.39+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583525279721001842" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>And it's the season of lent. I've been tossing up between giving up either a) men or b) chocolate, but this is proving to be an epic struggle. I have decided then that the only rational thing would be to compromise... and so it is that I shall be giving up c) chocolate covered men. I am freaking Mohammed! And if Mohammed don't go to the Mountain, the Mountain better go to Mohammed. And damnit the Mountain bows to me this time. He bows, alright.</div>babyporridge.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07799405411579553303noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787600763031537538.post-74322886247268992172011-02-26T01:17:00.000+11:002011-02-26T01:18:31.861+11:00My father, the closet Justin Bieber fanboy.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMBcCPJIZU1K15vg0mSKP-bh4y_kKFfJ3J2_HTPb_k5x0zmZI3gxNXJxrFZ87IbPFDhgCANYMse-7L3oCn-SC_I3X5UatnThZdhZHaebpmebHOe7FLcN4A2TuWkuZRKF101e0czckSil0/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-02-26+at+1.16.28+AM.png"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMBcCPJIZU1K15vg0mSKP-bh4y_kKFfJ3J2_HTPb_k5x0zmZI3gxNXJxrFZ87IbPFDhgCANYMse-7L3oCn-SC_I3X5UatnThZdhZHaebpmebHOe7FLcN4A2TuWkuZRKF101e0czckSil0/s400/Screen+shot+2011-02-26+at+1.16.28+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577631240422099602" /></a>babyporridge.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07799405411579553303noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787600763031537538.post-25504471655374769922011-02-09T00:34:00.004+11:002011-02-09T00:39:11.450+11:00Don't rouse the dead.The title bears no weight on this post. It just sounded good in my head. I've been back to work, back to salsa class, back to the routine bustle of my Sydney existence... just back for a week now. I have many pending and overdue anecdotes from the recent Manila trip, and the not-so-recent Gold Coast exeunt.<div><br /></div><div>Maybe those thoughts and images will never see the light of day. THEY WILL GO WITH ME TO THE GRAVE. Oh look, yet another death reference. Foreboding, perhaps?</div><div><br /></div><div>I made this thing yesterday, and I thought it was funny. You will laugh, damnit. You will laugh. Okay fine, I will make do with a faint giggle.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy9yZzIwNN8Y0YG6rf1FVzi3zu_RxW8ewPjrxQ2TIP2GMQsY-G79q8NX_i6IAtDKTuCTav8QdKYLMVp-_qf2wHRaf-JU6cCviGFBl0cVi7TXArPhpVTeAlzwUxAz7XQju8azxGuX3KdLI/s1600/asian+apparel.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy9yZzIwNN8Y0YG6rf1FVzi3zu_RxW8ewPjrxQ2TIP2GMQsY-G79q8NX_i6IAtDKTuCTav8QdKYLMVp-_qf2wHRaf-JU6cCviGFBl0cVi7TXArPhpVTeAlzwUxAz7XQju8azxGuX3KdLI/s400/asian+apparel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571312549626847330" style="cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>K bye. Gotta go skedaddle and update my secret blaaahg... ooh! ;)</div>babyporridge.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07799405411579553303noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787600763031537538.post-11972004687244764532011-01-30T20:54:00.001+11:002011-01-30T20:57:22.113+11:00hey internets<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI6_OUDzs2GDuSJEou5ePbr6EBVV2VSzJ1cKCwhFw355FUlaS8UAjvKevIU_L65sxvPfuWoH-_b7E6AKCx9Z0Ftmbwu70IzS3DExAIVXeLHE2nVHDg798lbx6oIO-C_QXOLxJp8sTKSa8/s1600/233050388.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI6_OUDzs2GDuSJEou5ePbr6EBVV2VSzJ1cKCwhFw355FUlaS8UAjvKevIU_L65sxvPfuWoH-_b7E6AKCx9Z0Ftmbwu70IzS3DExAIVXeLHE2nVHDg798lbx6oIO-C_QXOLxJp8sTKSa8/s400/233050388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567915344213768674" border="0" /></a><br />I have one night left in Manila. Sydney-bound again tomorrow. Boobabyporridge.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07799405411579553303noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787600763031537538.post-78677761019085204092011-01-16T18:46:00.005+11:002011-01-16T18:54:33.597+11:00Transit & peppermint tea.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJdwwRKh1B_E6SRJqS73WOFz365hndNe8q6n5PxSXe95yLvotpIMScABiUGuTF71R_x96g0pSJZCWdoE4o6aUhmsCjEBAU4mo2ebfky_oFXEWUnXuz8IndN6AgvirP6bqVEu-oxfGBY0o/s1600/Photo+on+2011-01-16+at+18.40+%25232.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJdwwRKh1B_E6SRJqS73WOFz365hndNe8q6n5PxSXe95yLvotpIMScABiUGuTF71R_x96g0pSJZCWdoE4o6aUhmsCjEBAU4mo2ebfky_oFXEWUnXuz8IndN6AgvirP6bqVEu-oxfGBY0o/s400/Photo+on+2011-01-16+at+18.40+%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562687680136055666" /></a><br /><div>That's my face sipping peppermint tea at Changi Airport in Singapore. Hours prior, I tweeted this on the interwebs:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhWKWa630EoE9njU8eL-UFPDc5q0-dPpotLzo8LCPXOt6405EdZd2XEh1hLnpmq-asKn-21kCp_7_3THcT2IrYHnhhBro_czAE_EdW9vSeaj4Zg6KH6Y86BAGpP8M2fJrjMmm4lF_scxE/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-01-16+at+3.57.00+PM.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhWKWa630EoE9njU8eL-UFPDc5q0-dPpotLzo8LCPXOt6405EdZd2XEh1hLnpmq-asKn-21kCp_7_3THcT2IrYHnhhBro_czAE_EdW9vSeaj4Zg6KH6Y86BAGpP8M2fJrjMmm4lF_scxE/s400/Screen+shot+2011-01-16+at+3.57.00+PM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562688298082264226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 53px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I believe I will turn into a large peppermint creature soon. AND FANCY THAT, I'm embarking on some new travels, and my prior travels still have not been documented. Typical.</div>babyporridge.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07799405411579553303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787600763031537538.post-23122127034201051212011-01-09T23:40:00.004+11:002011-01-10T01:24:03.101+11:00Me, Myself and Eye(liner).<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBqnvm4wlXvtEjk8L1uBkrcDwYGGr550ZzImARdncc-Ss6Kt5kAMvIyYZgADPWI6DBe_n7LGyIbwlXpwWtITLuSB9gYHlK0ZJcRE9Y3ppOyDf-FE_y4lXl5sE106NCey09vUMk5_o4Dhs/s1600/Photo+on+2011-01-09+at+21.10.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBqnvm4wlXvtEjk8L1uBkrcDwYGGr550ZzImARdncc-Ss6Kt5kAMvIyYZgADPWI6DBe_n7LGyIbwlXpwWtITLuSB9gYHlK0ZJcRE9Y3ppOyDf-FE_y4lXl5sE106NCey09vUMk5_o4Dhs/s400/Photo+on+2011-01-09+at+21.10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560166278233392050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I've been back to the daily grind for a week. I told myself that finishing my Gold Coast holiday recap (which I started immediately after the last post) was in store for tonight. But uh, suffice to say, that fell through. Drawing on my self was exponentially more alluring!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKxYcgc0Q-UiWd9ewHAUgXvDEMN40CwXT13PSiieoyLP-xmQVZ7U21e2beqDg1HSnbOzhgnA6RtPBxIKRjIe9ofttdrfW-ct0-hpxLcHyRmpBtNXv8tHCDv08aQkwBQgyX2LXFMvznZtI/s1600/Photo+on+2011-01-09+at+21.15+%25233.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKxYcgc0Q-UiWd9ewHAUgXvDEMN40CwXT13PSiieoyLP-xmQVZ7U21e2beqDg1HSnbOzhgnA6RtPBxIKRjIe9ofttdrfW-ct0-hpxLcHyRmpBtNXv8tHCDv08aQkwBQgyX2LXFMvznZtI/s400/Photo+on+2011-01-09+at+21.15+%25233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560166289074634914" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpZpXcaAaIto3Q6FmE2Vr9_rrN3V_zV0LO5xbMxlKD928tdu9-UK5HSr_4r6pE0pX-1lQbUZFkRIuFFDtBKgvH_-J2v8YM4Nh3ZZJtfSCGx28eWQrlVLa1GfX3BVMBF0ZBOB4CUNaYa-o/s1600/Photo+on+2011-01-09+at+21.17+%25233.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpZpXcaAaIto3Q6FmE2Vr9_rrN3V_zV0LO5xbMxlKD928tdu9-UK5HSr_4r6pE0pX-1lQbUZFkRIuFFDtBKgvH_-J2v8YM4Nh3ZZJtfSCGx28eWQrlVLa1GfX3BVMBF0ZBOB4CUNaYa-o/s400/Photo+on+2011-01-09+at+21.17+%25233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560166291208500834" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Ht6_fJx4TFFmeVh1ZDNF7PRCSfgMEioStat1kA1wo5E26EEn9KRiv3DSWNgTGw29pj-05pmqnkAWhvMpEUpum1KMHTn9MTaGtFxVsk0jEYdWGijZjbXgc8dFfzYDsq8_cUvNEpRL6t4/s1600/Photo+on+2011-01-09+at+21.17+%25234.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Ht6_fJx4TFFmeVh1ZDNF7PRCSfgMEioStat1kA1wo5E26EEn9KRiv3DSWNgTGw29pj-05pmqnkAWhvMpEUpum1KMHTn9MTaGtFxVsk0jEYdWGijZjbXgc8dFfzYDsq8_cUvNEpRL6t4/s400/Photo+on+2011-01-09+at+21.17+%25234.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560166291717948642" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Also, my Father can not stomach looking at me. Need new Father. And skype / iChat contacts. Anyone game enough to put up with my face on a daily basis?</div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbTKdEerzuaPlKL9-zy0Bpc9Q5C5ihQx3TRz8E-EgwX70MKC_pI6GFyxCtXyv2uy9Eif7n9n1SLtKuo1x3bOKUkzoF4SrdwWtuVK-x_v_M37J-ULYOFhXfEmzLzPGTVEHjtFxtxoDjng/s1600/Picture+2.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbTKdEerzuaPlKL9-zy0Bpc9Q5C5ihQx3TRz8E-EgwX70MKC_pI6GFyxCtXyv2uy9Eif7n9n1SLtKuo1x3bOKUkzoF4SrdwWtuVK-x_v_M37J-ULYOFhXfEmzLzPGTVEHjtFxtxoDjng/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560190445990447618" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px; " /></a></div></div>babyporridge.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07799405411579553303noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787600763031537538.post-78526926570827891942011-01-02T23:45:00.007+11:002011-01-03T02:19:10.553+11:00I went on vacation and now it's the New Year.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUCMUNfdcYzoevxSxJC0o23yN67E8ydby_keKfJhuvMhgYNCt_2F0SgE8DonbOsg7Hmr6lTFB7BSTxHbA1rAa4GLRcIxiYlexN194SkX8Z5IQLkrqFkN6wus5d2NZ16puqGA8Xae0Menk/s1600/IMG_8160.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUCMUNfdcYzoevxSxJC0o23yN67E8ydby_keKfJhuvMhgYNCt_2F0SgE8DonbOsg7Hmr6lTFB7BSTxHbA1rAa4GLRcIxiYlexN194SkX8Z5IQLkrqFkN6wus5d2NZ16puqGA8Xae0Menk/s400/IMG_8160.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557583656595301042" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Well hello, two thousand and eleven!!11!1!!1one!!1!</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm taking a break from punching at my gut to wish you all, my readership of two, a Happy New Year. Do not be fooled by the excitement in my above punctuation. I'm actually gnawing at my sunburned skin, writhing in pain and reeking of nail polish and menstrual cramps.</div><div><br /></div><div>I HATE BEING WOMAN SOMETIMES, HEAR ME ROAR.</div><div><br /></div><div>But I don't believe in modern-day medicine, only suffering in silence, if by "suffering in silence" I mean "yelling it on the internet". Ah, 2011, I do not believe you have seen the last of my being obnoxious.</div><div><br /></div><div>Only hours ago, I came back from the Gold Coast - darker, fatter and poorer. And while I did start to recount a few tales and misadventures, I figure it's a post for tomorrow.</div><div><br /></div><div>More appropriate would be reflecting on the past year, and saluting the notable occurrences with bullet points...!</div><div><br /></div><div>* My gramps going through several surgeries, recovering well and being back to his smiley, round-bellied self</div><div><br /></div><div>* Scoring a job with Apple (there, I said it...!) and within six-weeks, "graduating" to a new team with a different playing field, and finding that I love my co-players and the workload even through times of stress</div><div><br /></div><div>* Graduating from University... and officially saying goodbye to essay papers started horrifically close to deadline</div><div><br /></div><div>* Turning twenty one and welcoming adulthood into my open arms and (poisoned) liver, in the company of some of the most important people in my life. Did I also mention popping my cherry on alcohol-induced barfing?</div><div><br /></div><div>* Getting busted by a speed camera and receiving my first speeding ticket - and although this is not so much a highlight as it is a shameful exercise in stupidity, I guess it serves as a cautionary tale on the ramifications of trying to knock out children with wheels in a 25 metre space... Okay bad joke, but really, I'll call it a learning curve and draw the highlight as it being my last speeding ticket as well. (Wishful thinking?)</div><div><br /></div><div>* Falling in love with Salsa, not the type that tastes delicious with guacamole and melted cheese on a bed of corn chips, but the type that looks delicious on the dance floor, being led by some suave gentleman... and being able to progress my way to level three within a span of two weeks</div><div><br /></div><div>and probably <i>the</i> most significant:</div><div>* Not wasting as much of my downtime googling dead baby jokes and reading my horoscopes as I did last year</div><div><br /></div><div>So yes, farewell two thousand and ten. You were relatively kind to me, like a rhinoceros is relatively kind to the pavement (when there are people to step on!) during a stampede.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am still sans-boyfriend and sans-child. Will two thousand and eleven change this? Stay tuned... Just kidding, Dad. About which bit, however, I will not reveal ;)</div>babyporridge.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07799405411579553303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787600763031537538.post-84219376454989797932010-12-25T13:27:00.002+11:002010-12-25T13:32:16.306+11:00Chrismastym!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAm4cetcI5vfZ3BHo0tFjQwfxtY55XpSgsgf0FNXu_t8pG8CjfviwvFhHCgjpIzqP4uSozbAkPLetBxAXoPFj43i-9BqzasOSPeve-D4MZH5LOr3C3ERtgGMLd71gaaxDCF7yqX4_sFAE/s1600/Photo+on+2010-12-25+at+13.29+%25232.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAm4cetcI5vfZ3BHo0tFjQwfxtY55XpSgsgf0FNXu_t8pG8CjfviwvFhHCgjpIzqP4uSozbAkPLetBxAXoPFj43i-9BqzasOSPeve-D4MZH5LOr3C3ERtgGMLd71gaaxDCF7yqX4_sFAE/s400/Photo+on+2010-12-25+at+13.29+%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554441122329486866" /></a><br />Merry Christmas everyone! <div><br /></div><div>This morning while buttering some prawns and minding my own business, I had the privilege of being whacked on the arse. "HEY!" I yelped, as I clutched my surprised and mildly painful bottom. As it turns out, the fly everyone wanted dead had picked my l'arj-ass as its place of respite. </div><div><br /></div><div>That's all. Back to Nom, Round 2! Hope y'all have an eventful and love-filled Christmas!</div><div><br /></div><div>xx</div>babyporridge.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07799405411579553303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787600763031537538.post-8925387191671136332010-12-21T22:18:00.003+11:002010-12-21T23:54:23.445+11:00StuntmanRecently, I had the pleasure of becoming a stuntman.<div><br /></div><div>When I say "recently", I actually mean "yesterday", and when I say "pleasure", I actually mean "misfortune".</div><div><br /></div><div>And as for being a stuntman? What I really mean is that I was privy to the experience of crashing a bike straight into a tree. That shit's the stuff of movies, yo!</div><div><br /></div><div>After ten years of inactivity, I whipped out my old bike and took it out for a spin. I may have learned the hard way that I couldn't actually brake. In the seconds before what could have been my untimely demise, I rationalised that the most appropriate way to stop without falling straight off the bike was to just to use a nearby tree as the break in momentum, as my barrier of sorts. </div><div><br /></div><div>I went straight for that damn tree. I like to think of that decisive action as probably the only time I ever had some concrete direction in my life (pun intended).</div><div><br /></div><div>Face is still same, average, puffy circumference. Spleen still in the correct place. I remain, for the most part, unscathed: </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg19oMn8uhuECYGSRzdVfGl31nir-_PujShOtkbJhBRE72mSZ3xLaRDdXbqj8zMTlHKNjSK0hG6S6Z8lF5BUGEYyWVb86LV8DWydjskRXycxzlnqjZ_l_pX4ib6hF5ZWCfm-T3bsgh8G0c/s1600/photo+%25281%2529.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg19oMn8uhuECYGSRzdVfGl31nir-_PujShOtkbJhBRE72mSZ3xLaRDdXbqj8zMTlHKNjSK0hG6S6Z8lF5BUGEYyWVb86LV8DWydjskRXycxzlnqjZ_l_pX4ib6hF5ZWCfm-T3bsgh8G0c/s400/photo+%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553096429004407858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And that's all. Thought it was a story worth telling. Ho ho ho!</div>babyporridge.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07799405411579553303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787600763031537538.post-66838506293630764162010-11-23T22:57:00.011+11:002010-11-26T22:24:58.707+11:00This post is picture heavy because that's the way I like it.<div>So I have THE sexiest wound on my hand:</div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ9VC4YEfJtXgKYNOgB7GqzEeLPChnOT48-zJlLUzE9m_IWD0nmFMhyphenhyphen4unirb857iIcZJKWRpRMsRxFhopImmaufRvIDQ8qPc79LZKjc54B-66xFwoVFZu3lcVuYLuYr6zWi7GgIbgsI4/s1600/Photo+on+2010-11-23+at+22.52.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ9VC4YEfJtXgKYNOgB7GqzEeLPChnOT48-zJlLUzE9m_IWD0nmFMhyphenhyphen4unirb857iIcZJKWRpRMsRxFhopImmaufRvIDQ8qPc79LZKjc54B-66xFwoVFZu3lcVuYLuYr6zWi7GgIbgsI4/s400/Photo+on+2010-11-23+at+22.52.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542713654762444034" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div>I either:</div><div>a) got bitten by a child</div><div>b) had a fist fight with a stapler, or</div><div>c) decided to stitch myself in my sleep.</div><div><br /></div><div>I like all of the above, but option a) is most viable, on account of the fact that children, LOTS OF CHILDREN(!), roamed my house on Saturday night. </div><div><br /></div><div>No, I'm not running an under-the-table sweatshop operation, nor am I running a harem...</div><div><br /></div><div>This past weekend saw my sister celebrate her sixteenth birthday with a little shindig at our abode. I, like any other social-trainwreck, of course retreated to my room for a portion of the festivities for - you guessed it - vapid camwhore time!</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQWdHoREbyWJnpCFJBJltitHl-p1itZqqDZUCqX2EGc8ifNcN-9NPb6OrHl-s9nhY8dMdqeApJU7j26q7sEXqDI6ToQMOurWKW6hdWmDyyXTSiPDQFyNna8CkdgpNTg0I5ITLpPDsOXAY/s1600/Photo+on+2010-11-20+at+22.26+%25232.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQWdHoREbyWJnpCFJBJltitHl-p1itZqqDZUCqX2EGc8ifNcN-9NPb6OrHl-s9nhY8dMdqeApJU7j26q7sEXqDI6ToQMOurWKW6hdWmDyyXTSiPDQFyNna8CkdgpNTg0I5ITLpPDsOXAY/s400/Photo+on+2010-11-20+at+22.26+%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542713666520622082" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4PeqHhS3Q_93YsJ0STIrGeMLYIfXLwatm5mW7qc0RslODHY6aK8G8vaRTPak0cD_xVOv0DY5W4qs4z-Fs6cYXy_CxegTIKy6JCxTu7Kuw48FKiHqCUaANSDkc9A2PPfJiQViIQMv8hM0/s1600/Photo+on+2010-11-20+at+22.27+%25233.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4PeqHhS3Q_93YsJ0STIrGeMLYIfXLwatm5mW7qc0RslODHY6aK8G8vaRTPak0cD_xVOv0DY5W4qs4z-Fs6cYXy_CxegTIKy6JCxTu7Kuw48FKiHqCUaANSDkc9A2PPfJiQViIQMv8hM0/s400/Photo+on+2010-11-20+at+22.27+%25233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542713675676081298" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg56s3lZQH8Y1DCciUrs1qeCeHVHWIQiYjr8E_2K1OOHKfXZa-i_DIefjOT-WQZlTm11t1P_8ywWk97mrfe1Y2IwqIAxtyeRVsnLxfDUhAqQ17ezm7689QOyqydhbnvHU2qsN1FgtWSR68/s1600/Photo+on+2010-11-20+at+23.16.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg56s3lZQH8Y1DCciUrs1qeCeHVHWIQiYjr8E_2K1OOHKfXZa-i_DIefjOT-WQZlTm11t1P_8ywWk97mrfe1Y2IwqIAxtyeRVsnLxfDUhAqQ17ezm7689QOyqydhbnvHU2qsN1FgtWSR68/s400/Photo+on+2010-11-20+at+23.16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542713689840145298" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Here are some legit pictures of the 'Beauty & The Geek' themed event:</div><div><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs590.ash2/154243_1534713493819_1414260819_31506012_6533617_n.jpg" width="400" id="myphoto" /></div><div><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs485.ash2/75872_1534714333840_1414260819_31506021_7754394_n.jpg" width="400" id="myphoto" /></div><div><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs566.ash2/148872_1534715253863_1414260819_31506030_7972597_n.jpg" width="400" id="myphoto" /></div><div><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1222.snc4/155454_1534709533720_1414260819_31505970_1876946_n.jpg" width="400" id="myphoto" /></div><div><img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1222.snc4/155462_1534716253888_1414260819_31506040_3325764_n.jpg" width="400" id="myphoto" /></div><div><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs978.snc4/77164_1534712413792_1414260819_31506001_4626722_n.jpg" width="400" id="myphoto" /><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1139.snc4/148128_1534712853803_1414260819_31506005_5284919_n.jpg" width="400" id="myphoto" /></div><div><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs947.snc4/74037_1534705053608_1414260819_31505924_182674_n.jpg" width="400" id="myphoto" /></div><div><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs563.ash2/148564_1534710413742_1414260819_31505980_677469_n.jpg" width="400" id="myphoto" /></div><div><br /></div><div>LOOK HOW ADORABLE MY MOTHER IS! LOOK HOW ADORABLE I THINK I AM!</div><div><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs987.snc4/76090_1534719693974_1414260819_31506071_1325264_n.jpg" width="400" id="myphoto" /></div><div><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1137.snc4/149912_1534719773976_1414260819_31506072_8056688_n.jpg" width="400" id="myphoto" /></div><div><br /></div><div>So that was Saturday. I did actually have a better time than I let on because I may or may not be a massive pedophile. And also Isabelle had the dance floor happnin' so rest assured this l'arj ass flew in every direction. I'll just say though that the youth of today don't shake their hips quite near how they need to...</div><div><br /></div><div>I got to catch up with my dear long-lost Rossco, who has been back on Sydney soil for the past week. He walked out of his house and jumped into my passenger's seat holding a bowl of meatballs (homemade) and cucumbers (homegrown). It was as hilarious as it was delicious.</div><div><img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs603.ash2/155586_1534767775176_1414260819_31506170_5650839_n.jpg" width="400" id="myphoto" /></div><div><img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1150.snc4/149266_1534767655173_1414260819_31506169_4958904_n.jpg" width="400" id="myphoto" /></div><div><img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs491.ash2/76444_1534768175186_1414260819_31506174_7529109_n.jpg" width="400" id="myphoto" /><img style="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1136.snc4/149804_1534769495219_1414260819_31506186_8160402_n.jpg" width="400" id="myphoto" /></div><div>(Stalk the album <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2069263&id=1414260819&ref=mf">here</a>.)</div><div><br /></div><div>And the rest of my existence has been spent at work, driving to and from work, and attempting to write music. (Trivia: the track I've been working on this week is called 'Cyclone'. It is my foray into chill-out / electronica.) I will mention, however, that I spent yesterday's and today's lunchbreak at the gym. I feel like I've cheated the system somehow, like I've pilfered extra hours for my day from a communal time-bank. Whatever the case, it's a habit I'd like to sustain. Cocaine is too costly. (By the way, Dad, I'm joking. The only lines I can afford to sniff are that of the homebrand ground pepper variety...)</div><div><br /></div><div>And speaking of sustaning habits, DAMN <a href="http://thingsinmynose.tumblr.com/">thingsinmynose</a> is a FAIL! Merely three weeks since its inception and I've already dropped the ball(s) like a twelve year old going through first-time puberty. Gosh, commitment is not a quality I am adept at. Also, it gives me the heebie-jeebies...!</div><div><br /></div><div>I should go. It's a big day at work tomorrow. Guest post tomorrow by a handsome, but awful, young man who we will fondly refer to as Mojo Wardell. He is adamant about convincing me that I am not human, but actually a robot or sometimes <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corm">corm</a>, and he is also embarrassed to be seen in public with me, which is why from now on, he will always have a paperbag with which to cover his face.</div><div><br /></div><div>In the following picture, I took the liberty of drawing the paperbag on because I am considerate!</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxZjL7pJrJiw4GXt0ykMgDHZIj8nTPOKhfAgE92ZEYVrowJKN63WsaanNP_auKcdCWwnEdyoiuHLPF2ZhveiJ9cAJ0n5bHdK-slXoW4PTsPGzlklq-ZMbUEjTZRc-FN8yPdouL96o-1qQ/s1600/bagman02.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxZjL7pJrJiw4GXt0ykMgDHZIj8nTPOKhfAgE92ZEYVrowJKN63WsaanNP_auKcdCWwnEdyoiuHLPF2ZhveiJ9cAJ0n5bHdK-slXoW4PTsPGzlklq-ZMbUEjTZRc-FN8yPdouL96o-1qQ/s400/bagman02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543452019625144034" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>But then I thought, maybe I should be the one with the paperbag over my head.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxZjL7pJrJiw4GXt0ykMgDHZIj8nTPOKhfAgE92ZEYVrowJKN63WsaanNP_auKcdCWwnEdyoiuHLPF2ZhveiJ9cAJ0n5bHdK-slXoW4PTsPGzlklq-ZMbUEjTZRc-FN8yPdouL96o-1qQ/s1600/bagman02.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYEXlTZY-KB_aSr0h8IjvAxqqZVNm0x0KEkRU7vEZokgbHa_CH3quBjpVd-81SBHFHl3saSaYfOM61_KfOooxDHqgTVFiUGHQCYKhfLW7hq3UGbqjJXQF9XpyJRtoMuA7-hFiLMGroyXs/s1600/baglady.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYEXlTZY-KB_aSr0h8IjvAxqqZVNm0x0KEkRU7vEZokgbHa_CH3quBjpVd-81SBHFHl3saSaYfOM61_KfOooxDHqgTVFiUGHQCYKhfLW7hq3UGbqjJXQF9XpyJRtoMuA7-hFiLMGroyXs/s400/baglady.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543452020606514034" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Thoughts? And yes, hopefully that is a sufficient introduction. A guest post tomorrow from Mojo Wardell. He already submitted it to me on Sunday, but I am one with the art of procrastination! As I, on behalf of Daddy, have previously said: "Better late than pregnant!"</div><div><br /></div><div>And damnit.</div><div>This whole post has made me super nostalgic about <a href="http://gallery.me.com/nikkimalvar">my 21st</a>, three months ago. </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYEXlTZY-KB_aSr0h8IjvAxqqZVNm0x0KEkRU7vEZokgbHa_CH3quBjpVd-81SBHFHl3saSaYfOM61_KfOooxDHqgTVFiUGHQCYKhfLW7hq3UGbqjJXQF9XpyJRtoMuA7-hFiLMGroyXs/s1600/baglady.jpg"></a><img id="img_detail" src="http://gallery.me.com/nikkimalvar/100028/_MG_6176-20copy/web.jpg?ver=12825764250001" style="width: 400px; visibility: visible; " /></div><div><img id="img_detail" src="http://gallery.me.com/nikkimalvar/100028/_MG_6406-20copy/web.jpg?ver=12825762600001" style="width: 400px; visibility: visible; " /></div><div><img id="img_detail" src="http://gallery.me.com/nikkimalvar/100028/_MG_6402-20copy/web.jpg?ver=12825764980001" style="width: 400px; visibility: visible; " /></div><div><img id="img_detail" src="http://gallery.me.com/nikkimalvar/100028/_MG_6369-20copy/web.jpg?ver=12825762470001" style="width: 400px; visibility: visible; " /></div><div><img id="img_detail" src="http://gallery.me.com/nikkimalvar/100028/_MG_6257-20copy/web.jpg?ver=12825764110001" style="width: 400px; visibility: visible; " /></div><div><br /></div><div>Night, turdeaters!</div><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/32UGD0fV45g?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/32UGD0fV45g?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>babyporridge.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07799405411579553303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787600763031537538.post-79313644930612674902010-11-15T22:55:00.007+11:002010-11-16T01:25:09.752+11:00DeliciousI finally got around to seeing The Social Network, and GOOD GOD, Andrew Garfield, who plays Eduardo Saverin - CFO of facebook and former best friend of Mark Zuckerberg, is a fiiiine piece of ass(ertive man-candy).<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQfuahagfNHoh3Aa2cTUnji3n8bwoSOh_NGwtrmipArDUD52fZ0nva7DKjcZlS9OwDzdfQc3z7j3RdtjeH_ncuAcv9Fj8Aj_nZl4OsmnzZQJsug_m7x-W0LqjNlqWzyVTgYefz_oILBGk/s1600/social_network_Andrew_Garfield_04.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQfuahagfNHoh3Aa2cTUnji3n8bwoSOh_NGwtrmipArDUD52fZ0nva7DKjcZlS9OwDzdfQc3z7j3RdtjeH_ncuAcv9Fj8Aj_nZl4OsmnzZQJsug_m7x-W0LqjNlqWzyVTgYefz_oILBGk/s400/social_network_Andrew_Garfield_04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539744427966030802" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>You'd think that having a communications degree under my belt would lend itself to me being slightly more articulate and prompting me to actually impose my judgments and cinematic analyses down your throats, rather than just finding me commenting on the shboinkability of its cast members...</div><div><br /></div><div>But no. That would mean I'd have some depth up my sleeve, and frankly, that is not the case because I AM A HORMONALLY-CHARGED AND DEVASTATINGLY SHALLOW CRETEN. Whew, I'm glad I got that off my chest. I trust you a lot, dear internets, with truthful admissions like that. I know you won't judge me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of being worthy of judgments, I started a new venture which is subversive as it is enlightening. It has anthropological elements just as much as it has very intrinsic, primal elements. And so I present to you my daily exercise in meaningful vanity (or so I tell myself): <a href="http://thingsinmynose.tumblr.com/">things in my nose</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm leaving tonight's post in its succinct glory. I'm being serenaded by a pixelated deviant on iChat. He is pixelated not because he is a cyborg, but because my internet is capped. </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinSGULOYuSQ-om-cvA2QyyX_oll7fx37SMjS8hHnjVwxatv7ZrlsGvugajhnHebAIsWElmqh6COrqMfVYHaougyq7mKAGzFg_DnV60uM-iHXFfsc686_9dIa-dmnPSbf4EZhGW_Rk4-q4/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-11-16+at+12.48.01+AM.png"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinSGULOYuSQ-om-cvA2QyyX_oll7fx37SMjS8hHnjVwxatv7ZrlsGvugajhnHebAIsWElmqh6COrqMfVYHaougyq7mKAGzFg_DnV60uM-iHXFfsc686_9dIa-dmnPSbf4EZhGW_Rk4-q4/s400/Screen+shot+2010-11-16+at+12.48.01+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539781394967356194" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Anyhow, happy birthday for yesterday to my beloved and favourite Daddy. May the rest of your life be as awesome as your firstborn!</div><div><br /></div><div>And I leave with a picture of me and a delicious young birthday girl from Friday night.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_HbQvk68pZCJj5r4lLK4xAs1zO87GxSwuH1oHxzvVShU-n3_qferG0T5DMIxwX9LAbproIlFzNZgt-soEr0BqSFmEyM5RYv8El8WBGKWzi2Spr4APmREy13mhe1qg0d97k5EwzJSWza8/s1600/148559_499822344133_720299133_7007826_5778651_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_HbQvk68pZCJj5r4lLK4xAs1zO87GxSwuH1oHxzvVShU-n3_qferG0T5DMIxwX9LAbproIlFzNZgt-soEr0BqSFmEyM5RYv8El8WBGKWzi2Spr4APmREy13mhe1qg0d97k5EwzJSWza8/s400/148559_499822344133_720299133_7007826_5778651_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539774846010557314" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Night McSlurries</div><div>x</div>babyporridge.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07799405411579553303noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787600763031537538.post-81448192501736577052010-10-28T20:22:00.006+11:002010-10-28T23:14:24.605+11:00Collisions and chin-curtains.Ever monopolised the entire city's stock of 4GB RAM sticks on your desk? No?<br /><br />What about sitting on a bus, daydreaming about scratching your arse while staring out the window, only to see a car (ridiculously) try to cut in front of the bus, followed by a THUD straight into your bus, and finalised by said car swerving straight into oncoming traffic and hitting another car in the process, rendering traffic on the Anzac Bridge to a complete halt...? No?<br /><br />All in a day's work, my dears, all in a day's work.<br /><br />I'll keep tight-lipped on the former, but as for the latter... yes, that happened yesterday. For such an epic series of events, it was surprisingly fortunate that no one was seriously hurt. Everyone on the bus was fine, the perpetrator was fine (probably just suffering from shame), and the car full of well-dressed professionals were fine, despite suffering a pretty ugly smash to the driver's seat.<br /><br />Not to make light of the accident, but the driver in question was NOT Asian. Woman, yes, but not Asian.<br />(Just thought I'd put that out there... Hold yr tongues, you stereotyping scoundrels!) But I am both female and asian, and we all know what that combination means for driving skills, so i"ll just take one for the team here and say I caused the collision... hells yeah!<br /><br />Aside from being a menace on the roads and in the workplace, I've been trying to reclaim my work-gym balance. I am a porker these days, and it is getting a little difficult to try to hide the triple chin.<br /><br />At first I thought that growing a beard might do the trick, but then I realised that:<br />a) Rogaine is a bit difficult to source in this part of the world, and<br />b) If I were to grow facial hair, I'm more partial to mutton chops (pictured below) than any other type of thick and long, chin-camouflaging hair armour. (Hairmour?)<br /><img src="http://www.gigaweb.com/files/productsimages/BS_C/17194.jpg" width="400" /><br />So I quickly learned that the solution lies in the more traditional means, of which I used to be so diligent! This means regular exercise and a permanent ban on hash brownies. (By that I mean hash browns of course...)<br /><br />So I've come to learn that by the time I get home in the evenings (earliest ever being 7:30 pm), I am a lethargic sack of cow dung. I then need to haul myself to work out in the mornings prior to leaving the house at 8 am. And last week, I was magnificent! I managed to pry myself out of bed at 5:30 am for a twenty km bike ride both Wednesday and Thursday morning. This week was a write-off, so uh, let's move on to some quick photo-booth camwhoring...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFubyRXxhJmidIXOTktOhM-GkEKzAZOnPa0tRtFCO2uLaD1O0SVHpXbnJ2_bMPrdhnvG2PkwLSnx4ki1RCx7sEvEmOnsnGjAMv_tykQQKeMr6zdB81FiFKBZzh00zHS1a24Sqs7FP0xFk/s1600/Picture+9.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFubyRXxhJmidIXOTktOhM-GkEKzAZOnPa0tRtFCO2uLaD1O0SVHpXbnJ2_bMPrdhnvG2PkwLSnx4ki1RCx7sEvEmOnsnGjAMv_tykQQKeMr6zdB81FiFKBZzh00zHS1a24Sqs7FP0xFk/s400/Picture+9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533045091705616146" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiTm7baRWIxBTnXLgiNXfbeDp6OPOUzhfGaC-IBSMQlBorWXy2BMOJitkkLaP7nDTaacbs27SrEsdM8hagqwX3vxpUGbHSuhLARAvzXy0hBzK3kCCXS8kA3PxwlCd1HK22IEmh-0aTe9o/s1600/Picture+15+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiTm7baRWIxBTnXLgiNXfbeDp6OPOUzhfGaC-IBSMQlBorWXy2BMOJitkkLaP7nDTaacbs27SrEsdM8hagqwX3vxpUGbHSuhLARAvzXy0hBzK3kCCXS8kA3PxwlCd1HK22IEmh-0aTe9o/s400/Picture+15+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533045106034085474" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You know, I'm actually quite impressed with the chin curtain and goatee above. Does it look like a promising summer look? Does the assertive facial hair finally match my handshake? (I give a mean grip. None of this limp fish bullshit...) Do I look older than my twenty-one years, wiser perhaps?<br /><br />The questions are endless, Dear Readers. I want your uncensored opinions.<br /><br />Spring has well and truly sprung! I took advantage of the delicious weather about two weekends ago by frolicking in the yard:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4wiTHYquSKzySuteKbnnL9r99sNhehRqNTu8lFE47gDrm_birmbSGIEmEKuYTc6pTQ3YlH4ncPkXc0uP_P39ymrGeuT47FMVnuhDDA1FHyLNEh3YxNlGN7AUJJoRc1XHxeqfJDF1hv4Y/s1600/IMG_6995_0071+small.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4wiTHYquSKzySuteKbnnL9r99sNhehRqNTu8lFE47gDrm_birmbSGIEmEKuYTc6pTQ3YlH4ncPkXc0uP_P39ymrGeuT47FMVnuhDDA1FHyLNEh3YxNlGN7AUJJoRc1XHxeqfJDF1hv4Y/s400/IMG_6995_0071+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533048464161602162" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUdnpC4snRTDfmoWkg-_EdG1h3NkwjFEoYPu4ndCNmvYoM7yPs8QJLYAMvGOlUhithadOEpJE7mdgw5HvclrrXW-K2DPCzy122eDm9rCjlPp2Bdkv7pEuvh8SP9EeyAkYixWrTprGz-xI/s1600/IMG_7033_0110+copy+small.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUdnpC4snRTDfmoWkg-_EdG1h3NkwjFEoYPu4ndCNmvYoM7yPs8QJLYAMvGOlUhithadOEpJE7mdgw5HvclrrXW-K2DPCzy122eDm9rCjlPp2Bdkv7pEuvh8SP9EeyAkYixWrTprGz-xI/s400/IMG_7033_0110+copy+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533048475122672610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAn2AwEADdj5BuguG7JQkw_jv_gQeIBd_Aoy3nfHNxQJe_uVww0xgDnFR5bzwItEv-L9iVNz6SaVd6pT6xtN1TA-1NFgCx5bCTc3Jx0G8lIH56Avj95ygpSxVgdlzlqsyp4ix7WwVFtsM/s1600/IMG_6967_0066+small.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAn2AwEADdj5BuguG7JQkw_jv_gQeIBd_Aoy3nfHNxQJe_uVww0xgDnFR5bzwItEv-L9iVNz6SaVd6pT6xtN1TA-1NFgCx5bCTc3Jx0G8lIH56Avj95ygpSxVgdlzlqsyp4ix7WwVFtsM/s400/IMG_6967_0066+small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533048447302786322" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But these days, I am about as interesting as a glob of licked Nutella off a spoon - not so delicious because you realise that the hazelnutty goodness is coated in slobber and a myriad of diseases probably ranging from Hepatitis to the Black Plague of 1348. I am clearly an Occupational Health and Safety hazard.<br /><br />But to toot my own horn just a little, I am forcing myself to be diligent with my music. Throwing around the excuse of 'having no time' is no longer an option. For the past week and a half, I have locked myself in the study, just writing and recording during every piece of downtime I've had. I've completed two tracks with reasonably full instrumentation, and I've got one (novelty) track in progress. I daresay the novelty track will make an appearance on the YouTubes in the near future, but if you happen to be of the select few who read this thing and want a sneak preview, <a href="https://files.me.com/nikkimalvar/fad4ps.mp3">here</a> is the first minute and a half of the track. It's called 'A song about B.O.' and fully inspired by my little sister.<br /><br />I'm also now in love with salsa dancing and classical music, maybe in that order. Over the past month, I've probably stumbled into eight salsa classess. Whodathunk I'd ever enjoy my salsa just with hips and without guacamole?! (Awful joke.) I managed to go to my first (and to this date, last) Zumba class ever, AND I AM SMITTEN. But Zumba will probably turn into yet another unrequited-affection-type-ordeal I'll end up writing a sad song about, since my schedule is not conducive to honing this love affair. Le sigh.<br /><br />And as for classical music, I'm totally injecting culture into my veins and opting to listen to the Classical FM station during my drives. Debussy, Tchaikovsky and Satie, I love you. Age (and one-sided polygamy) is no hindrance, I promise...<br /><br />Anyhow, I best be off. I start work at 7:15 tomorrow, which means this beast best be up by 4:50. Goodnight and am hoping to type to y'all again soon. I know I've said that before. But just think of me like that awful girlfriend who promises to change - she'll promise to quit being needy and whiny, and that she'll quit flirting with all the supple young law students. And although she doesn't change, you keep coming back despite better judgment because the milkshake. is. just. <span style="font-style: italic;">that.</span> good.<br /><br />And maybe also because she slips Rohypnol in everything you drink, tells you to 'Put the lotion in the basket', and keeps you chained in the basement next to her past three (decapitated) boyfriends.<br /><br />I leave you with something sweet:<br />(A screenshot of me e-picking Daddy's nose during a Skype chat)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhccd5fQ8Ce1qWhdTCSGHtOZrmqFdgvVoeRytndaO4rbm6SQFk0J0gSb7RgHb71o_JeLbFeJn4RAlWkoIn5IL7BIcSRF4-1zAIwDNNnK3a-Z1ZNUNysAKDnINh0AitYZkg025xQGuJ_0Go/s1600/Picture+10.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhccd5fQ8Ce1qWhdTCSGHtOZrmqFdgvVoeRytndaO4rbm6SQFk0J0gSb7RgHb71o_JeLbFeJn4RAlWkoIn5IL7BIcSRF4-1zAIwDNNnK3a-Z1ZNUNysAKDnINh0AitYZkg025xQGuJ_0Go/s400/Picture+10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533048305398019202" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And I leave you with <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5CxpGKNuio">something</a> not so sweet:<br />Disclaimer: if horror / psychological thrillers / dismemberment isn't yo thang, DON'T CLICK.<br /><br />xx Nbabyporridge.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07799405411579553303noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787600763031537538.post-66112610539719179992010-09-05T22:28:00.011+10:002010-09-06T00:19:55.843+10:00I have some asplainin' to do.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3BXMyi1C52Z2yx5xxPIc8VgEgJkFf4GeNGKT8JgrLfI4ba0DTmSx_LeBe3lQi4f126qUTypfWLgiuP4Gm-UEP-ps4wRg6QXvQEnhe-HCujMLqfkIfWulOdkxsUuwQm0DKYqnfsJKilJI/s1600/fathersday2010_0006+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3BXMyi1C52Z2yx5xxPIc8VgEgJkFf4GeNGKT8JgrLfI4ba0DTmSx_LeBe3lQi4f126qUTypfWLgiuP4Gm-UEP-ps4wRg6QXvQEnhe-HCujMLqfkIfWulOdkxsUuwQm0DKYqnfsJKilJI/s400/fathersday2010_0006+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513408210728400194" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTyzcMFKeuGvnGz2Ptfgyd0J-r7b2Ja5ZJBDiUEWSHebDDVSH51g0i6VFUnPeuiDEkvC_32hQak1GWuGs4pp5pu1WqiV0q3zzT9TXMmnsCiT1SneHfw-hBSmQiKNTapiIa2ruM1aisqps/s1600/fathersday2010_0008+copy2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTyzcMFKeuGvnGz2Ptfgyd0J-r7b2Ja5ZJBDiUEWSHebDDVSH51g0i6VFUnPeuiDEkvC_32hQak1GWuGs4pp5pu1WqiV0q3zzT9TXMmnsCiT1SneHfw-hBSmQiKNTapiIa2ruM1aisqps/s400/fathersday2010_0008+copy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513408225706784018" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Dear all,<br /><br />It has been about five months since I crafted a thorough, substantial, and not ridiculously vague post. Not that children are crying and riots are buzzing on account of my absence, but I'm the kind of gal who doesn't take risks. I'm the kind of gal who doesn't take risks on not keeping the people of the internets up date with her shenanigans.<br /><br />The story starts in between waking and dreaming, in between pulling out wedgies and wishing I had more time to body pump and facebook prowl. Somewhere along the line, let's say April, I got a job in a global fruit store - a place iconic to (traveling & local) youtubers, and where the tech savvy generally bow their heads to and subsequently cream their pants at.<br /><br />After finishing university last November, my vague plan for this year was to work part time (say, three, maybe four days a week) just to have some money in the proverbial butt pocket, and I could spend the rest of my days being fruitfully creative - maybe knuckling down and getting serious with churning out some tunes and working on the photography skillz.<br /><br />Suffice to say the year hasn't really gone according to plan. But in no way am I complaining.<br /><br />About six weeks into the job, I was asked by the Business Manager of this global fruit store to come on board his team. I dutifully agreed... and have since relinquished the cruisy part-time hours for a ten-to-six, five working day, full-time load.<br /><br />So for the past five months, I've not had the time and opportunity to really hone any creative undertakings (which is a shame), but I have found a happy routine, a constant income, fantastic new creatures to add to my social circle, and I'm a learnin' learnin' learnin'.<br /><br />That's kind of where I'm at. And because I kind of want to hit the sack, I'm gonna scrimp on the paragraphs and do a (very hasty and certainly incomplete) highlight / lowlight analysis of the past few months.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Win</span>: I turned twenty one and my awesome work team got me a cake, and my family took me out to dinner and totally tried to get me drunk:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFU4NeyNNqe-EBFpSRJGyC3tZ4wVvDROtA7z3BJ9NQXqkQdqVmtAc_KtwQbtqQcXkgkuApkXdzGiRrSkS7haNe99STl_mJ3zZuUii0y-90-y_fFKDuhqpZz_OC_H6KcRXKspE2u6aPHPY/s1600/IMG_5620_0024+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFU4NeyNNqe-EBFpSRJGyC3tZ4wVvDROtA7z3BJ9NQXqkQdqVmtAc_KtwQbtqQcXkgkuApkXdzGiRrSkS7haNe99STl_mJ3zZuUii0y-90-y_fFKDuhqpZz_OC_H6KcRXKspE2u6aPHPY/s400/IMG_5620_0024+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513420055019395090" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_PnuEEgdqhmDauovxnOop1klDVh9pgd8b5YdFXB82-aes9_KwCJ7Nk2ZzOunATRk9ujp3qwPl2Do8flqhkRVxQ_rVKE-hfpN3WPeC1zcwRzKD1zJG-7X0EAzvhVGKN352a67FCH-_7Q/s1600/IMG_5663_0054+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_PnuEEgdqhmDauovxnOop1klDVh9pgd8b5YdFXB82-aes9_KwCJ7Nk2ZzOunATRk9ujp3qwPl2Do8flqhkRVxQ_rVKE-hfpN3WPeC1zcwRzKD1zJG-7X0EAzvhVGKN352a67FCH-_7Q/s400/IMG_5663_0054+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513420074215794130" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBQ9M_YPWshioyus-aRN6kXVi2bSCk393oJmdM_Se2AjfJ-zByP6wtCbIrfOMUTIhWkNXBIlNY6jdLx57k15SyKJSsQWaXHiyXTnOiq-WwYfu1dcT16X-bj4euMT8TESatGNKoYW4xu6M/s1600/IMG_5742_0110+copy.jpg"> <img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBQ9M_YPWshioyus-aRN6kXVi2bSCk393oJmdM_Se2AjfJ-zByP6wtCbIrfOMUTIhWkNXBIlNY6jdLx57k15SyKJSsQWaXHiyXTnOiq-WwYfu1dcT16X-bj4euMT8TESatGNKoYW4xu6M/s400/IMG_5742_0110+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513420079999587890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fail</span>: I turned twenty one and now have to be accountable for my actions, which is coincidentally married with the fact that I SEEM TO HAVE GONE DOWNHILL RIGHT AFTER TURNING TWENTY ONE. (By no means am I referring to lame ass driving misdemeanors...)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Win</span>: I had a freaking sweet time at my 21st (which deserves a post in itself)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvp7oXL8xLHl61kIZUa2Lxq_LU7akVvK2oAaPhHo2MuUtuyT8mTG0qbMZoO4B0iInzlWg3c1CMgdMdqasAiOV_XyHO6xS8tWPMMOP5wU5AkqojJ0q81v-WtPNXbTV5VAsLMYAqr74rTaE/s1600/_MG_6201+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvp7oXL8xLHl61kIZUa2Lxq_LU7akVvK2oAaPhHo2MuUtuyT8mTG0qbMZoO4B0iInzlWg3c1CMgdMdqasAiOV_XyHO6xS8tWPMMOP5wU5AkqojJ0q81v-WtPNXbTV5VAsLMYAqr74rTaE/s400/_MG_6201+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513425856140096210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi29qC4mnITKcBNGyUTuSYmWRy4h599S83T-108ZTtgiRjGabDz0y-cxBcslAH9WZXLo4Cgy33YK_fMnjUMb0wu7dRSzvSLdYfU2Aif6NaXuQ-l-Jx98N_CxjaoaPOjmHGVWsztF1gMxK4/s1600/stolen+from+andrew+05.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi29qC4mnITKcBNGyUTuSYmWRy4h599S83T-108ZTtgiRjGabDz0y-cxBcslAH9WZXLo4Cgy33YK_fMnjUMb0wu7dRSzvSLdYfU2Aif6NaXuQ-l-Jx98N_CxjaoaPOjmHGVWsztF1gMxK4/s400/stolen+from+andrew+05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513425847342942274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fail</span>: ...Maybe too freaking sweet of a time.<br /><img style="width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs139.ash2/40271_461663074256_596464256_6174295_6266723_n.jpg" alt="" /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Win</span>: I may or may not have developed a new handsome and debonair infatuation, plus the associated thrill and the stomach butterflies.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fail</span>: It is unrequited!!!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Win</span>: Spring has most definitely sprung. It maketh me happy. I like more colour in the world and the expelled necessity of having to wear more clothes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjABoFnSXlLLQn9IKI4EzafxkhXAKODEVhjLiRUPnIN6WvZ5EiFz4nOveumxuUUZqbuJFz1EoZem5XSe4iaGCnha_NiqN_ST1HlIsWV6guSLHB1Y0owV10YqD0YiTscEbUgY-c5PizYBfI/s1600/IMG_6324_0384+copy2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjABoFnSXlLLQn9IKI4EzafxkhXAKODEVhjLiRUPnIN6WvZ5EiFz4nOveumxuUUZqbuJFz1EoZem5XSe4iaGCnha_NiqN_ST1HlIsWV6guSLHB1Y0owV10YqD0YiTscEbUgY-c5PizYBfI/s400/IMG_6324_0384+copy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513409371242681842" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijlVl1mR2TK02uWu298_h4gN1_Tm7YOVh32BpE3fncM1oMALJTKcLHWrz1DzFL8NMTXebIxlOij98TjMxVYwGoQpYHrGv3AfI-5qdR6aHY20oreRZmbaoYxlo7TSEaEWdh4ldA1MK1kq8/s1600/IMG_6336_0391+copy2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijlVl1mR2TK02uWu298_h4gN1_Tm7YOVh32BpE3fncM1oMALJTKcLHWrz1DzFL8NMTXebIxlOij98TjMxVYwGoQpYHrGv3AfI-5qdR6aHY20oreRZmbaoYxlo7TSEaEWdh4ldA1MK1kq8/s400/IMG_6336_0391+copy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513409383674875058" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fail</span>: Summer is nearing and I am HARDLY at bikini body status. Fail fail fail is the fact that full time work means a) the lack of time for beastly gym sessions (or even mild gym sessions at that), and b) the convenience and accessibility of shitty-straight-to-my-arse food. I have absolutely packed on the pounds and am so much plumper this year. Must get back to this (sans creepy expression):<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2yKMu4r-No1sYNOFlxDZEmEhkqRg2TS5O1m-vS2iLkMS1XYEm9EUh692yqaaRSvOh7Swe-KUVGFwmRBMptQooQHb2tsvQzT6yvxN5lJl4T42cYIf7FvR843gpdVQBTFvJrFkF-oDEh4U/s1600/old.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2yKMu4r-No1sYNOFlxDZEmEhkqRg2TS5O1m-vS2iLkMS1XYEm9EUh692yqaaRSvOh7Swe-KUVGFwmRBMptQooQHb2tsvQzT6yvxN5lJl4T42cYIf7FvR843gpdVQBTFvJrFkF-oDEh4U/s400/old.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513413962631345602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Win</span>: I have made a steel resolve to whip my arse back into gear. I ran my first 5kms (in months!) tonight. I also dogged Friday night socialising and spent the night at the gym instead getting re-acquainted with weights, a 20km bike ride, light jogging and arse-eating-stair-master. I copped it from Kristy and Tim via txt txt txts. I copped it bad. (Sorry guyyys... Ehe.)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fail</span>: Being a dog / retaining my social pariah status.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Win</span>: Going through some spring cleaning and being absolutely ruthless with accumulated junk. GONE (for the most part). My wardrobe is now manageable! My room is now clean! I am still a vapid camwhore!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqAYfiCOSmeFPYluvs3WGSBbqrTYOe308VqK1HhKkWgXrQcMcD0OEjiNmT2PmTqqH0yG6Idsdf_HtPoW6Lgwb_X_lWhO1YoNnt9occnHesbK8hUhLP3ZiHX18O-nMZlUuoOogXn4haJlQ/s1600/fathersday2010_0005+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqAYfiCOSmeFPYluvs3WGSBbqrTYOe308VqK1HhKkWgXrQcMcD0OEjiNmT2PmTqqH0yG6Idsdf_HtPoW6Lgwb_X_lWhO1YoNnt9occnHesbK8hUhLP3ZiHX18O-nMZlUuoOogXn4haJlQ/s400/fathersday2010_0005+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513408205781064210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZkRFTMgpeweciqbospEkTxcZu0XeOauwy2EzHD2A3b2pqaZhiLyoEkqqn-dL4yMFULH5jA9SkXVdYjiXHhd2GBJAqbvan_V3T6Qo5iQQrBGi8YT5owe2qdhEzNQxctFHtrWKP4TbVUs/s1600/fathersday2010_0004+copy2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghZkRFTMgpeweciqbospEkTxcZu0XeOauwy2EzHD2A3b2pqaZhiLyoEkqqn-dL4yMFULH5jA9SkXVdYjiXHhd2GBJAqbvan_V3T6Qo5iQQrBGi8YT5owe2qdhEzNQxctFHtrWKP4TbVUs/s400/fathersday2010_0004+copy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513408198496547618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5dRWMJUlQOdr45rEAsD3uCSiBspX0WKEdicY_oiKqQsnuRnKcly2MxdQfPaaWfAXg2ktPLr4wGmTg09IyU3cigtw2LwxjeMIPA7LPHOFtjWl_veko_7mFzOa8suSBMiACX0KFtwm9ZTg/s1600/fathersday2010_0002+copy2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5dRWMJUlQOdr45rEAsD3uCSiBspX0WKEdicY_oiKqQsnuRnKcly2MxdQfPaaWfAXg2ktPLr4wGmTg09IyU3cigtw2LwxjeMIPA7LPHOFtjWl_veko_7mFzOa8suSBMiACX0KFtwm9ZTg/s400/fathersday2010_0002+copy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513408190513005234" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeq8HjnsDHqIR_Iau3Eb82jfQI-tTZ-cW0PY_xVuV0ADnKF3bSl7WSaYtAV22qObSdhuapl2BCf9TA9R0ekch4dG3P_lfwwVhVW9854IP0H8Yt79j6C5dEbkzUT-4L9787dabuulUe3CI/s1600/IMG_6320_0380+copy2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeq8HjnsDHqIR_Iau3Eb82jfQI-tTZ-cW0PY_xVuV0ADnKF3bSl7WSaYtAV22qObSdhuapl2BCf9TA9R0ekch4dG3P_lfwwVhVW9854IP0H8Yt79j6C5dEbkzUT-4L9787dabuulUe3CI/s400/IMG_6320_0380+copy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513409355490813954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ_NjwVkZlWpPCTWQ76ZhhFonDJ844kB4cw77j52fkJFtdEAGCwWzlgIJh200NaffWzLGAngoYZDScSXnTURK5dDx1oY1ZPiT51zx1Ev-nnuXGfAx66axswBZfhUVdD5g9pxr6EhEz1c0/s1600/IMG_6322_0382+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ_NjwVkZlWpPCTWQ76ZhhFonDJ844kB4cw77j52fkJFtdEAGCwWzlgIJh200NaffWzLGAngoYZDScSXnTURK5dDx1oY1ZPiT51zx1Ev-nnuXGfAx66axswBZfhUVdD5g9pxr6EhEz1c0/s400/IMG_6322_0382+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513409365583572962" border="0" /></a><br /><br />(Oh look, just a few pairs I thought would be worthy of being photographed...)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYM-8Vy1BFzXsRr2tNnvNrIf8my8OD-udD70W_5iF0PMhwB18h-5jrGW-NqmMmF2LgdMg6cPi0ivptddTMIhWWzGVjHh2nJURNyaO0Z-_k3aViv7yyq2eu9-CPUWPpOChg6-sGBH6YxiY/s1600/IMG_6292_0404+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYM-8Vy1BFzXsRr2tNnvNrIf8my8OD-udD70W_5iF0PMhwB18h-5jrGW-NqmMmF2LgdMg6cPi0ivptddTMIhWWzGVjHh2nJURNyaO0Z-_k3aViv7yyq2eu9-CPUWPpOChg6-sGBH6YxiY/s400/IMG_6292_0404+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513409348178080322" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Anyway, that's all I got for now. I don't know how I ever coped without my new favourite toy...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHa78eFl7MXPmBNCQWQ9brrF0js7sVcwlc0_qDSVcx3FZcAn7INXXPA6ZhmIy_FmUY_u3MTq2Ul1EiTxHX-Uqoe0gknKfE6OPUIUt9jsCY0CtYKbzfdI3RkbN_tYXOj7l3TNpDrZrPAFY/s1600/polefun.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHa78eFl7MXPmBNCQWQ9brrF0js7sVcwlc0_qDSVcx3FZcAn7INXXPA6ZhmIy_FmUY_u3MTq2Ul1EiTxHX-Uqoe0gknKfE6OPUIUt9jsCY0CtYKbzfdI3RkbN_tYXOj7l3TNpDrZrPAFY/s400/polefun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513410745052946690" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Love,<br />Nikki<br /><br />& oh, P.S. I am a little jealous of Hayley's rapport with her readers. Who am I kidding, I'm A LOT JEALOUS. I want the same thing. I want people I can know by name. I want to grow my own legion, a microchosm even, of minions to do my bidding, which may include plucking my nose hair and teaching me how to be charming. Dance, my minions, dance! By that I really mean I want to start a new. If you're a new reader, or an old reader I've never heard from, I'd love it if you could introduce yourself, tell me something about you. I mean, if you're here and reading, we've got to have a mutual interest, right? Right?! Could be fun... or just leave me to wallow in my own feces. Heh.<br /><br />Have a fine night, lambchizzles!babyporridge.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07799405411579553303noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787600763031537538.post-65863385227315235882010-08-12T22:07:00.002+10:002010-08-12T23:15:06.982+10:00Nasteh.I just burped some hearty butter chicken.<br /><br />Usually, an action like this would see me emitting a small chuckle and a satisfactory grin on fondly recalling a fulfilling meal. But this time, the residual aftermath left me the sordid taste of barfing my guts up on Saturday night.<br /><br />Oh, what's that? I barfed my guts up on Saturday night?<br /><img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs139.ash2/40271_461663074256_596464256_6174295_6266723_n.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br />You bet your little cotton bottoms I did. Now I realise this is not something upstanding members of society look upon with kindness or pride... but I have decided that there is no longer room for shame in my life.<br /><br />The above picture was tagged of me on facebook the morning after some epic festivities. (More on this later.) At first I was mortified. But then I remembered that I, Nikki Malvar, am comprised of 1 part normal and 7 parts ridiculous, and hence laughed myself into oblivion, and decided that I would man up and choose NOT to untag myself from such a photo.<br /><br />And now here it is, garnering its little spotlight, in my vastly-neglected blog.<br /><br />What prompted such a ludicrous display on Saturday night? It was my Roaring 21st shindig. (It was roaring alright... in my head!) But do not let the above picture sully your impressions! It was, in actual fact, a beautiful evening. So special and memorable, thanks to an ample number of people who absolutely deserve thorough mentions. And I do want to dedicate a complete post on the evening, but in keeping with the subject of this blog entry, ('Nasteh.') I believe it prudent of me to save that for tomorrow, and instead keep on with the theme.<br /><br />So before I bid you adieu, the following things are 'Nasteh.':<br />* Coughing myself concave. As in, I have no mucus left to coat the throat. (I took up with the flu yesterday)<br />* Side-swiping a cement-rendered post of my house with my vehicle, just metres from reaching my trusty garage space<br />* My recent attempt to rekindle my poetry-writingz: (Roses are red / Violets are blue / I don't do romance / Can I just do you?)<br />* Having a 7:30 am start at work tomorrow, on the other-side of town. Thankfully my boss took pity on my ailing ways and said I could come in at 9. (Not so nasty after all, eh eh eh!)<br /><br />See y'all tomorrow. I have tales. And pictures!<br />xxbabyporridge.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07799405411579553303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787600763031537538.post-73789338627043559952010-07-21T22:03:00.003+10:002010-07-21T22:11:13.580+10:00The internets is for family times.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi23rFonKl7FmuQBkJszxRa5t-KzpjvP4ipJRlfgATd4994qgF-lGe0ngqjTgh_5HBvK9FbJl50mLlQE56Gb-804YrUJngcQWz86XjONzd1_UXeXQ6yIRSp7zhDa8XuE-AmyefH-Q8ldSU/s1600/Picture+14.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi23rFonKl7FmuQBkJszxRa5t-KzpjvP4ipJRlfgATd4994qgF-lGe0ngqjTgh_5HBvK9FbJl50mLlQE56Gb-804YrUJngcQWz86XjONzd1_UXeXQ6yIRSp7zhDa8XuE-AmyefH-Q8ldSU/s400/Picture+14.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496329663084746674" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL8Nkf8_8OMQXSMGCr5VJI4v6rJq9c1A1HcdmfoxlIa98DJ3quIlyYogBuExbSSaVPqPBCcQBXlxUXJVLoHkRGXWwDSGCaxE-pNw_8QIAoo2fgys8mlKxBanhs-r6Y1J1siin98QbZ8Tw/s1600/Picture+18.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL8Nkf8_8OMQXSMGCr5VJI4v6rJq9c1A1HcdmfoxlIa98DJ3quIlyYogBuExbSSaVPqPBCcQBXlxUXJVLoHkRGXWwDSGCaxE-pNw_8QIAoo2fgys8mlKxBanhs-r6Y1J1siin98QbZ8Tw/s400/Picture+18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496329671030900994" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkumLsj1Gj709qXfNlyWvIHJhOlFCeowdma3V6l-dm-6zruL_ZVynCeypoPCzZun2vQ00kSapGfIkGp9kGnZjToqkCUnJLRst7cjdDLpAS-i8WRD6yJbtvwfWI1IeezLIVPBUmqy6kOJ4/s1600/Picture+4.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkumLsj1Gj709qXfNlyWvIHJhOlFCeowdma3V6l-dm-6zruL_ZVynCeypoPCzZun2vQ00kSapGfIkGp9kGnZjToqkCUnJLRst7cjdDLpAS-i8WRD6yJbtvwfWI1IeezLIVPBUmqy6kOJ4/s400/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496329677963042066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_RAhQaDDkXucM4QxC3XJABZmVp-gmjdb7USjiD442q86JX9xoccNqZHlDsy3_n7wQmSyaYSp9anpUkWSd9vga7ZUnDfEtojA21WM_pRJWRSR8yLtVEL7nSh5ol-hKeheIt92iWZ0_7g/s1600/Picture+11.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_RAhQaDDkXucM4QxC3XJABZmVp-gmjdb7USjiD442q86JX9xoccNqZHlDsy3_n7wQmSyaYSp9anpUkWSd9vga7ZUnDfEtojA21WM_pRJWRSR8yLtVEL7nSh5ol-hKeheIt92iWZ0_7g/s400/Picture+11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496329689524195842" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdA8KCnGBCQ96KoGCBsc7xxy2N91XxX0A8kzQ4QnmcbLcI0xNKv5LKUYVf_R_Ek6rVYkgfKPPV6YWIFy-g0DrDuhe82rVuIbtShbvLaUEUfSKRjj4i7CPM3IShz3o9NGq1QGK0m6yUL1I/s1600/Picture+8.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdA8KCnGBCQ96KoGCBsc7xxy2N91XxX0A8kzQ4QnmcbLcI0xNKv5LKUYVf_R_Ek6rVYkgfKPPV6YWIFy-g0DrDuhe82rVuIbtShbvLaUEUfSKRjj4i7CPM3IShz3o9NGq1QGK0m6yUL1I/s400/Picture+8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496329688000247346" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I never have any time to update or pour fourth my verbal ramblings because I sold my soul to Steve Jobs. Just know I am having a blast and a half. I turn twenty one on Friday. It's official, I have missed the window of opportunity of ever calling myself a child prodigy - brb, must cry!babyporridge.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07799405411579553303noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787600763031537538.post-79070586592670850912010-07-05T23:11:00.002+10:002010-07-05T23:19:59.915+10:00Eh.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgnVx9KEuNOQgF7kYdJ99chrU1dmkN62StVvS8l-EcHkafyUOZqQ3ajtQpyz226GfiqOpuPBHdHKp8nllQd44f90qgRC9-pS_pY9UqXf1_VuoABDfne2F9SUq8X2iG1sDj4ojBfWk5pI8/s1600/IMG_5563_0069+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgnVx9KEuNOQgF7kYdJ99chrU1dmkN62StVvS8l-EcHkafyUOZqQ3ajtQpyz226GfiqOpuPBHdHKp8nllQd44f90qgRC9-pS_pY9UqXf1_VuoABDfne2F9SUq8X2iG1sDj4ojBfWk5pI8/s400/IMG_5563_0069+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490409259114169810" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I'm giving myself all of three minutes to write this entry... which is a bit impossible because it is freezing around these parts. I am (unsuccessfully) attempting to keep my hands warm... by sandwiching them under my butt and on top of the computer seat, and not leaving them naked and poised on the keypad.<br /><br />Also, I punished an entire bottle of Pink Muscat Sparkling Wine so I am a little bit delirious, a little bit sleepy, and a helluvalot burpy. I know, I'm sire you haven't forgotten just how attractive I can be.<br /><br />I got up to a lot today. That is all.<br /><br />I'll save it for next time why I actually got up to a lot today, why it is I devoured that bottle of bubbly, why I'm never around anymore, why I'm approximately 60m wider, and why it is fried eggs just never come out quite right... and yes, I realise I said "Watch this space, I'll be back, blah blah" last time... but you're just going to have to get accustomed to the fact that liars deserve your pity. OKAY?<br /><br />GOTTA GO. I REALLY NEED TO SLEEP NOW IF I WANT TO WAKE UP EARLY ENOUGH TO BASH THE TREADMILL BEFORE BEAUTIFYING MYSELF FOR WORK, ON ACCOUNT OF I WAS NOT ABLE TO TREADMILL TONIGHT BECAUSE IN THE CROSSROAD OF LIFE FOR THE 5TH OF JULY, 2010, I CHOSE INEBRIATION OVER PERSPIRATION.<br /><br />Hoohah.babyporridge.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07799405411579553303noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787600763031537538.post-33535794414008279032010-06-06T22:45:00.003+10:002010-06-06T22:52:51.776+10:00BY GOSH, I'VE BEEN ABSENT.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-fXaxBcljXU-dIOIpNCV0jz92NZm81v-XPkIJml8YBQ5GW0owSi7sasSd7x-AsQPEAERBDIt74t6MPgor5LYzaivdpEu4ALOLsGDuBtBxQA43pz0Iu0PAtvLxl_6MidMdzH90iJPV9tI/s1600/framesnix.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-fXaxBcljXU-dIOIpNCV0jz92NZm81v-XPkIJml8YBQ5GW0owSi7sasSd7x-AsQPEAERBDIt74t6MPgor5LYzaivdpEu4ALOLsGDuBtBxQA43pz0Iu0PAtvLxl_6MidMdzH90iJPV9tI/s400/framesnix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479641290295812562" border="0" /></a><br />It's been over two months, dirtbags! For all we know I could be in jail, I could have produced twin spawn named "Gerard" and "Depardieu", or worse... I could be the face of Skanky Tans United.<br /><br />Much to update. Watch this space. How are we all?<br />xbabyporridge.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07799405411579553303noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787600763031537538.post-14863216569169301062010-03-22T01:55:00.012+11:002010-03-23T04:19:06.912+11:00Bitch red blog<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfk6C-6k67V2TM_z4lg_KPQ12K-blaC6scbOhL_VPWMM85nt8uRUOu1sEa1Uhte5BKHuGIryhqBxa0sUT8zBPI46wu_fuffggMWvgtzeqmtARGurtZ95vZnX8sgn2VocLVPptrhAUZZPo/s1600-h/pic.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfk6C-6k67V2TM_z4lg_KPQ12K-blaC6scbOhL_VPWMM85nt8uRUOu1sEa1Uhte5BKHuGIryhqBxa0sUT8zBPI46wu_fuffggMWvgtzeqmtARGurtZ95vZnX8sgn2VocLVPptrhAUZZPo/s400/pic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451492285882713874" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Currently updating while my lips are stained bitch red. No apparent reason really, except for the fact that I am a big kid and find no greater thrill than playing with newly acquired things! I love me some new red lipstick, yo!<br /><br />I'm in Manila, and have been for the past week and a half. I came here with the sole purpose of nursing my grandfather back to health, and it is for that reason that I tiptoed quietly into this country and told no friends of mine of my arrival. Scummy or wise? You decide.<br /><br />No, but really, I love my pals here. I love the thrill of perpetual socialisation, the constant menagerie of faces faces faces, but I didn't want any distractions... save for seeing my papa and hitting my local fatness first.<br /><br />Lolo has been doing much better. When I first arrived here, he was thin and frail (having lost 10lbs since the last of his surgeries), doused in black bruises (around the neck, chest, arms and thighs) from where he was operated on, sleepy all the time, and generally grumpy. He didn't speak much, on account of losing his voice from being operated on there, and he refused to eat, having lost his tastebuds, and subsequently his appetite.<br /><br />I can happily say that after a week of constantly massaging his bruises and applying some trusty Arnica cream, they've disappeared for the most part. We've been fixing him his meal-replacement drink as well as attempting to coerce him to eat, and his appetite is slowly coming back, along with his voice and a jolly disposition. Today we went through his second cardio rehab session, and I am grateful to see the progress.<br /><br />Anyhow, it's one in the morning. Gotta wake up in a few hours for a photographic adventure via Manila's rail stations tomorrow, so I leave with, you guessed it, a (nostalgic) picture dump.<br /><br />I've just counted; I was in Manila four months ago, and it was a completely different experience then. Without further ado, here is a picture dump of Manila shennanigans from November 2009:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Rml2KJPZESqyUPh13TD3DuKHbjKLAAyYWTfRwl6vBjR2em8tjVIhOCSPnHSWsyZ5R_2GIBEe0H_5sTCgfMuoHthTvlhVWTVvqlrI4GQ1XCae_f3Bk3bvZm_A8FJrPCCEQ2pLjvYDalA/s1600-h/01.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Rml2KJPZESqyUPh13TD3DuKHbjKLAAyYWTfRwl6vBjR2em8tjVIhOCSPnHSWsyZ5R_2GIBEe0H_5sTCgfMuoHthTvlhVWTVvqlrI4GQ1XCae_f3Bk3bvZm_A8FJrPCCEQ2pLjvYDalA/s400/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451108602297330706" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMRFSiAMh9JT8l7d4gtCoilDPjix70fUEG59ANAwkXGzJsfwCgM2rWkh8t3JdwIHBH2V5AOu6bEdqFQqEWJaevEBIBPCpwMUdqd4PVuJzDXZtIcOG-mszkQ-C5T-gAYaz18y-vyGtbaoc/s1600-h/02.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYTZIBVDTBzqY5pxklmBPY8V6HYUlJlrJqei9hfwtpp-hkxkJ6xdUWvPSO5WHgCqj-6zG17cV9Z1TihfY6PotQ4HiRR6SSZT1vXneJA4LimSpDUsFZipoIm3L27zbEq4ofd3pDnUaVqNo/s400/07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451112494848573810" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Yeah, not gonna lie, I had a blast and a ridiculously full three weeks. But I am enjoying my time here right now just the same, if not more so. I feel like I have a genuine purpose this time and its a worthwhile experience (:<br /><br />Oh, and the following is completely irrelevant, but a little humour never hurt!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_fN5SOarsrQcmAFSWgNyePcG8Aua9Qad7v4eX96iWx0X6zksBUHTSWRsBGgEES87NLrv7fgGY4kl6ELO_TjHtQikz3-mzG5lchRr6fFdv6eYDswjGf7-kMxDa2qcpiFSEcHe516QJ-Uk/s1600-h/lifeplans.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_fN5SOarsrQcmAFSWgNyePcG8Aua9Qad7v4eX96iWx0X6zksBUHTSWRsBGgEES87NLrv7fgGY4kl6ELO_TjHtQikz3-mzG5lchRr6fFdv6eYDswjGf7-kMxDa2qcpiFSEcHe516QJ-Uk/s400/lifeplans.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451492761021909490" border="0" /></a><br /></div>babyporridge.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07799405411579553303noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787600763031537538.post-81967394803570748772010-03-09T17:34:00.004+11:002010-03-09T17:40:04.850+11:00Why rainy days and Monday's don't really get me down.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhJ75dw0WSUA8o9lXMMR7hFYAzGaivDDGujHVhSywKbU3RzyFIjSl_1xz3h25q7SAFmGw9OYByIaO8TiSHE8hyphenhyphenvPk3o-h6FroLp929Yao0iRMKB6ldt0Mml7TgYttqfcXQotCNgc4sEyg/s1600-h/monarvos_0000+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhJ75dw0WSUA8o9lXMMR7hFYAzGaivDDGujHVhSywKbU3RzyFIjSl_1xz3h25q7SAFmGw9OYByIaO8TiSHE8hyphenhyphenvPk3o-h6FroLp929Yao0iRMKB6ldt0Mml7TgYttqfcXQotCNgc4sEyg/s400/monarvos_0000+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446519367393946882" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC6QVVsDqCLeiHh4X8m0qXWIy4J79T4BxcD9ze2SUcFTvLa2vLeeT_2gNK1cKlCNoJunuzyJSDjZ6T-L7v_efl92Df0RXpoy2Qgvfx6qHGqKijOzIBhLfW4P4aqluonrGHYYcuKgOr6p0/s1600-h/monarvos_0088+copy+2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC6QVVsDqCLeiHh4X8m0qXWIy4J79T4BxcD9ze2SUcFTvLa2vLeeT_2gNK1cKlCNoJunuzyJSDjZ6T-L7v_efl92Df0RXpoy2Qgvfx6qHGqKijOzIBhLfW4P4aqluonrGHYYcuKgOr6p0/s400/monarvos_0088+copy+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446519356955483074" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">(<a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2038782&id=1414260819&l=426ef309b4">+18 images</a>)</div>babyporridge.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07799405411579553303noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787600763031537538.post-51272076777221468062010-03-06T11:37:00.015+11:002010-03-08T23:28:45.403+11:00Recuperation and reflection<div>I logged on to blogger and realised that I started crafting a post on Saturday morning. It went something like this:<br /></div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Aside from regular binge-eating and admiring men with neat </span><a href="http://menshair.about.com/od/facialhair/ig/Facial-Hair-Styles/chinstrap.htm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">chin straps</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">, there's not much I love more than my 9:30 am Saturday morning body pump class. </span><div><br /></div><div>Yep. That's all I had. Had I gotten around to completing the post, it would've eventuated into a tirade about the disgusting abundance of fit people in my district, which means a ridiculous lack of Saturday morning gym parking, which means I ended up missing body pump, which means I was severely cranky. So I drowned my sorrows in a large kebab and thirty falafels from the kebab shop on the corner... No, not really.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, my mother arrived back home yesterday. Not that you even knew she was gone. But she came bearing gifts for me, and oh, the inner child doth not protest! No, but the best gift was in the implication of the arrival - her being back home meant that <a href="http://babyporridge.blogspot.com/2010/01/fresh-i-think-not.html">Lolo</a> was in a stable enough condition to leave behind. She and my aunt spent the past two weeks in Manila, with the majority of those nights sleeping in hospital, while Lolo underwent his surgeries. It's heartbreaking, seeing pictures of him so frail and so weak, black and blue from the operation and surrounded by unfriendly tubes. The important thing is he's stable now, but still so much weaker than when he first went into surgery. The period after his stent surgery was concerning - I'd receive txt updates from my mother talking of fevers and how his platelets kept dropping, but I am so relieved and thankful that he can rest at home now. And this is now my cue to board a plane, and take care of him and attempt to raise his spirits for the next few weeks until I start work. Hopefully by Wednesday I'm out of here.</div><div><br /></div><div>Not gonna lie, I've been distracted and I've left this space for a solid half hour in an attempt to locate a picture of him from a happier time. I got carried away with looking through the entirety of Lolo's first-and-last-son, Paul's, wedding from July 2008.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here is Lolo, beaming at his son, who is my uncle, but who I more fondly think of as a smelly older brother. </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAcTXCnwlNhN2XiqabzB9BUbcHz_vx0KCOTQgxFEmDkaj7E21UhiYvvbTP0REQklIwoc2hpaygSTeGoLMy2VYmexsEHl2Gt_pmqkSJACA4MuBbhbXQEHrNF5AQFqpFd14AJ5KG0ZOsExE/s1600-h/P&P_0601+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAcTXCnwlNhN2XiqabzB9BUbcHz_vx0KCOTQgxFEmDkaj7E21UhiYvvbTP0REQklIwoc2hpaygSTeGoLMy2VYmexsEHl2Gt_pmqkSJACA4MuBbhbXQEHrNF5AQFqpFd14AJ5KG0ZOsExE/s400/P&P_0601+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446089957655922626" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And because I a) like to get nostalgic, b) never shared pictures from when the wedding back in June of 2008, and c) am a huge sucker for pretty visuals, without further ado, here are some snaps from beautiful Paulynn and handsome (just this once) Paul's wedding:</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhksak2mFVY6j-SLvrqf0zpeJGaAuPpv6HzG5NykwN4iImWWexrL_fyJvBNGsbb0toC5VIISwSfMhePPVfUIdxRmv5FSN5FpQHydiAK6ZVgdIuEeaQuJmPEwAPX4M9jU-BjabLCK4WNmPY/s1600-h/P&P_0059+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhksak2mFVY6j-SLvrqf0zpeJGaAuPpv6HzG5NykwN4iImWWexrL_fyJvBNGsbb0toC5VIISwSfMhePPVfUIdxRmv5FSN5FpQHydiAK6ZVgdIuEeaQuJmPEwAPX4M9jU-BjabLCK4WNmPY/s400/P&P_0059+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446100045433284754" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6yUBPTLJ6Sn3YCk_TTuLjM4kMV5xdY4p1b__yUDwoJwiIlZqr_yqv1UUYGur5KNKdYPK1b0XrwIyNkwxCegteW1ltCbhWJaPIv9aiWyN64Qud4mJpLCpwNtu8-tkIU8F3cvwfsFDDUH0/s1600-h/P&P_0013+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6yUBPTLJ6Sn3YCk_TTuLjM4kMV5xdY4p1b__yUDwoJwiIlZqr_yqv1UUYGur5KNKdYPK1b0XrwIyNkwxCegteW1ltCbhWJaPIv9aiWyN64Qud4mJpLCpwNtu8-tkIU8F3cvwfsFDDUH0/s400/P&P_0013+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446100037416132978" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrLLTTQGnF8vi5fBWFCyA_lcenEGZey0sIpuZuoWAHDswW5-GK1w78lgWohhP1__4qA-irUD1AjId20aqWgn__7z_hSHd3b3HKu8wgUBdhjzMZNqqupbJQkczNDv4MbA1W5iCl6mPKHaA/s1600-h/P&P_0571+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrLLTTQGnF8vi5fBWFCyA_lcenEGZey0sIpuZuoWAHDswW5-GK1w78lgWohhP1__4qA-irUD1AjId20aqWgn__7z_hSHd3b3HKu8wgUBdhjzMZNqqupbJQkczNDv4MbA1W5iCl6mPKHaA/s400/P&P_0571+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446100055130809858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEEuARzpGm_e16RSj1xq8Cdr2cvt2C74UodmL3i6_iytaLY9vVotEeIka2pVRwIduAohiT1sOES5-P8elcKDl3c9VEd1-7G4_cv6SdLgcMkZu7dxP1kMLUXxHVGpHy-DGk8fpJk-k0w1g/s1600-h/P&P_0990+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEEuARzpGm_e16RSj1xq8Cdr2cvt2C74UodmL3i6_iytaLY9vVotEeIka2pVRwIduAohiT1sOES5-P8elcKDl3c9VEd1-7G4_cv6SdLgcMkZu7dxP1kMLUXxHVGpHy-DGk8fpJk-k0w1g/s400/P&P_0990+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446100069166383314" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqK5PburUMDMoU12AkXUcvvn1lj3tbEdUzL3XF9L57VUX6D9e5kzHfV_DQL6eY-XlEGzl9XaGhlVQAaKUaufcQC11L_vKjUk0arJ7Ao2t1wIgPaBu9Ks6Wn2RG28i92Rj_6xpJ9762wEw/s1600-h/P&P_0649+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqK5PburUMDMoU12AkXUcvvn1lj3tbEdUzL3XF9L57VUX6D9e5kzHfV_DQL6eY-XlEGzl9XaGhlVQAaKUaufcQC11L_vKjUk0arJ7Ao2t1wIgPaBu9Ks6Wn2RG28i92Rj_6xpJ9762wEw/s400/P&P_0649+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446100063522378834" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Spot my handsome grandfather lurking among the groomsmen :j</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLqJUicJvwZUr-u3xXRl4W8cb1bKwHAVbHwhqMXna3ioG2MaVxhuYRXWVVWnKOvRtG_sIEXghTTzHZVMNuawp__so4oh1NArH8he_RC4vGrVNdS2Mq5f9z57hXeUylwiakUhmKBnqMpdo/s1600-h/P&P_1067+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLqJUicJvwZUr-u3xXRl4W8cb1bKwHAVbHwhqMXna3ioG2MaVxhuYRXWVVWnKOvRtG_sIEXghTTzHZVMNuawp__so4oh1NArH8he_RC4vGrVNdS2Mq5f9z57hXeUylwiakUhmKBnqMpdo/s400/P&P_1067+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446101157454836050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The next few are like a silent story:</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNp5H93stA6QEb_yOrzVC739AAHuOzN_oQkuLPz3R2IG5qkEDJ1EyXKQTwgRVU07pU3MoNsB2uHmOs-2lTOIKNFpoYvUgbuu2629IGYmC6PWwlcwYtdO4fTYTNs5zP0lXdNOXcps1EPWM/s1600-h/P&P_0133+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNp5H93stA6QEb_yOrzVC739AAHuOzN_oQkuLPz3R2IG5qkEDJ1EyXKQTwgRVU07pU3MoNsB2uHmOs-2lTOIKNFpoYvUgbuu2629IGYmC6PWwlcwYtdO4fTYTNs5zP0lXdNOXcps1EPWM/s400/P&P_0133+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446101167480471842" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgXXcGNy5B2j2PMYB_DZMRk51TzQ-7MpgwLQGyCk6JCV37IXjom_HSl80B-jtC2DM05Pf7qM3S3VSvUVJRsgMSNMQE0m5yPHKytXY9f2Q_CE3CUVoTVGdefndRpdGYHEEcME6BKUuWdDA/s1600-h/P&P_0169+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgXXcGNy5B2j2PMYB_DZMRk51TzQ-7MpgwLQGyCk6JCV37IXjom_HSl80B-jtC2DM05Pf7qM3S3VSvUVJRsgMSNMQE0m5yPHKytXY9f2Q_CE3CUVoTVGdefndRpdGYHEEcME6BKUuWdDA/s400/P&P_0169+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446101177012281090" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwuZ0LHYySliwwsh2lPP2Fln_HKndhy8yQmCM4g_pvQj2veiotajhxRM4g57G2l1woa5SX7Wix8QSTq7AJmcbTGl63nOPee-pwf_UBqJPfocnZNDBwl97SyI4YGGD_mXi9Q5GcyLldHaM/s1600-h/P&P_0185+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwuZ0LHYySliwwsh2lPP2Fln_HKndhy8yQmCM4g_pvQj2veiotajhxRM4g57G2l1woa5SX7Wix8QSTq7AJmcbTGl63nOPee-pwf_UBqJPfocnZNDBwl97SyI4YGGD_mXi9Q5GcyLldHaM/s400/P&P_0185+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446105101829130258" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOpGOgWGulK5BA2fk3ujgvv-ajELSEsszAR57XxMiO8qxnrtIL7SDNsIACl0Krrz_3s5H6xJdeUBhhVm4pnyD0PxJ8x31tz428Djwk4Vr8ryMujTfE2zh4X3ZYDeRpYHgmD6dv5ueVDsg/s1600-h/P&P_0853+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOpGOgWGulK5BA2fk3ujgvv-ajELSEsszAR57XxMiO8qxnrtIL7SDNsIACl0Krrz_3s5H6xJdeUBhhVm4pnyD0PxJ8x31tz428Djwk4Vr8ryMujTfE2zh4X3ZYDeRpYHgmD6dv5ueVDsg/s400/P&P_0853+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446101890079165410" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px; " /></a><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvHJzrQ9sp21YBUnZe1SC1t0eNJuUVJOxIEqaZRzk75HQy4VuLiIoNRvyQS_0lUR4RWwMz3H4AyxOX9rhRHDFeM47dFU_dvyXGvKEMsUYFEIvkdtFcGI73dUyfA2IZ_k450Jci5Fa8qHY/s1600-h/P&P_1001+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvHJzrQ9sp21YBUnZe1SC1t0eNJuUVJOxIEqaZRzk75HQy4VuLiIoNRvyQS_0lUR4RWwMz3H4AyxOX9rhRHDFeM47dFU_dvyXGvKEMsUYFEIvkdtFcGI73dUyfA2IZ_k450Jci5Fa8qHY/s400/P&P_1001+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446101901024904530" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>My beautiful mother</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl88ffUTnSwnpLzAeIdk0eDshGyM6rtDFJkzbmm9IiDQkxy0SgBFCYLgIKzeq59H5eAKaC1aFkDc71dGid2bIdchJc3Qh6mJMr5_WWchx5o_sn_47h757hPaJvZ89rP1UA8Zb9JYuh1DY/s1600-h/P&P_0475+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl88ffUTnSwnpLzAeIdk0eDshGyM6rtDFJkzbmm9IiDQkxy0SgBFCYLgIKzeq59H5eAKaC1aFkDc71dGid2bIdchJc3Qh6mJMr5_WWchx5o_sn_47h757hPaJvZ89rP1UA8Zb9JYuh1DY/s400/P&P_0475+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446105124566999346" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Lolo and Lola</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSOi8fq1UMt6OohfxbjNUJAIv37bZVebpHyhf1lX9obi-UADX5DwyDGZIx1QEHaH9FNACEcsocXx3FQrtBdcBa8172EsSSvRVVAJwpN3PtZsNMC6MB1_GlA1J8juLvCriEzIbGyTCSGkM/s1600-h/P&P_0481+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSOi8fq1UMt6OohfxbjNUJAIv37bZVebpHyhf1lX9obi-UADX5DwyDGZIx1QEHaH9FNACEcsocXx3FQrtBdcBa8172EsSSvRVVAJwpN3PtZsNMC6MB1_GlA1J8juLvCriEzIbGyTCSGkM/s400/P&P_0481+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446223235636579938" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Sullen girl, bahaha</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5OiKNWnkA5M0QTWm6aMp34Ime63nqEruFZihNxnXazdpZ05Q5vCOcV9ZHreRkoPHr_fj-uu3PdQjju50OmjC7nP475LoAKdzvz0Fh9i5eN4d3fgwZmUZPpCMqyfE7-LJfDT8KsTw8B8M/s1600-h/P&P_0246+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5OiKNWnkA5M0QTWm6aMp34Ime63nqEruFZihNxnXazdpZ05Q5vCOcV9ZHreRkoPHr_fj-uu3PdQjju50OmjC7nP475LoAKdzvz0Fh9i5eN4d3fgwZmUZPpCMqyfE7-LJfDT8KsTw8B8M/s400/P&P_0246+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446105116639900978" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mom's younger sister - my Aunt Arlene with Uncle Allan</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHAXaG8pd1XH5hUw_76xiGmo4S8uwAPUsJYROJSdPP7LsWZRZA8MUW32K2P3pQNR3GM97OR694Whi6-fcLQlQg7CZVcfS3hwcljR-R9xydYQ2hRjdVo0TZ4nTwaVrzbp6dXALAOCWdWDY/s1600-h/P&P_0483+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHAXaG8pd1XH5hUw_76xiGmo4S8uwAPUsJYROJSdPP7LsWZRZA8MUW32K2P3pQNR3GM97OR694Whi6-fcLQlQg7CZVcfS3hwcljR-R9xydYQ2hRjdVo0TZ4nTwaVrzbp6dXALAOCWdWDY/s400/P&P_0483+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446105131093037058" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Cooties, and the glorified sharing of :P</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip-uG01YCYgSOYhWMvqxt4cgMNh2WpcVaYFQ-Yvnd_J7H7Z48XXk6K7seDTCOO1XxtAjsyWiH29jM68dfdRM0hP3YjT8Z1o3J-99uFKg9nfJGTqjRKYPGS9jkDAK3lV1Ir_lD35aRtbYc/s1600-h/P&P_0340+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip-uG01YCYgSOYhWMvqxt4cgMNh2WpcVaYFQ-Yvnd_J7H7Z48XXk6K7seDTCOO1XxtAjsyWiH29jM68dfdRM0hP3YjT8Z1o3J-99uFKg9nfJGTqjRKYPGS9jkDAK3lV1Ir_lD35aRtbYc/s400/P&P_0340+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446222893933129650" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij3H4KTs_8a8zAvtXlyZc5QF4xKaJ9Vy-_hwJRlsJo1i7-ArYwtKGCM88l-eMzeK3z6AYD3OSyb4sdjB9kHP5wqJDSF3CfHofPVmHBwahHkXpU6hxPLr6Rdt3BPrIOO4Rc8DYtYKKuQZY/s1600-h/P&P_0754+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij3H4KTs_8a8zAvtXlyZc5QF4xKaJ9Vy-_hwJRlsJo1i7-ArYwtKGCM88l-eMzeK3z6AYD3OSyb4sdjB9kHP5wqJDSF3CfHofPVmHBwahHkXpU6hxPLr6Rdt3BPrIOO4Rc8DYtYKKuQZY/s400/P&P_0754+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446222901383890322" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></a><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4QXpTS97x7YWJrnm6JyYjJjvt5PJ-aql7Z4CAjLCtojXDHN1OiagFdkWQifmazONj5MUnO_NEviw7Z0scisRjWw-NQYngA3h_kDWva1xhYxa3QUFZEeKdG9evddhIL7pNbchWKASJ3KQ/s1600-h/P&P_0430+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4QXpTS97x7YWJrnm6JyYjJjvt5PJ-aql7Z4CAjLCtojXDHN1OiagFdkWQifmazONj5MUnO_NEviw7Z0scisRjWw-NQYngA3h_kDWva1xhYxa3QUFZEeKdG9evddhIL7pNbchWKASJ3KQ/s400/P&P_0430+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446089970970442978" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Familia!</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBOH0hHW5S1jXPNESol7Gcb8pkQYOuRcrikKg8joTrtcyrJiP_iktbm1i_x4rvskCFNmsFJaf7VtFVM0irP5KEe-l9c5ZZg9gMwcMgkWbc_1kYtACwq74m1ue_Xv17nj7WKunRTUe6GnM/s1600-h/P&P_0907+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBOH0hHW5S1jXPNESol7Gcb8pkQYOuRcrikKg8joTrtcyrJiP_iktbm1i_x4rvskCFNmsFJaf7VtFVM0irP5KEe-l9c5ZZg9gMwcMgkWbc_1kYtACwq74m1ue_Xv17nj7WKunRTUe6GnM/s400/P&P_0907+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446222909390409218" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And my favourite picture... Mama!</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitu8U7yCarMjOJIk-DJu19LuWidXwaTs07uBkQUCr1GupUDn6WgYY5uX_BraCEOa15_zPkNDyXES-5NUV2iNGm9c5PUQOKoCPa17FBG2e4PnNKdEjTNOyvMZGWQdT1Y_HO8Upxcs71V_c/s1600-h/P&P_0178+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitu8U7yCarMjOJIk-DJu19LuWidXwaTs07uBkQUCr1GupUDn6WgYY5uX_BraCEOa15_zPkNDyXES-5NUV2iNGm9c5PUQOKoCPa17FBG2e4PnNKdEjTNOyvMZGWQdT1Y_HO8Upxcs71V_c/s400/P&P_0178+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446105095484628178" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Whew, I feel good now. Perusing pretty pictures is therapeutic for me, all the more when I have good memories associated with them. </div><div><br /></div><div>I guess in short, much has happened since I last blogged. Nothing entirely dramatic like selling my sister to gypsies or realising I have cankles (I don't)... but I have been seeing lots of friendly faces, driving driving driving to undiscovered corners, and attending a fair share of twenty-firsts. I just didn't feel right about e-immortalising (emortalising?) the mirth these certain things have brought me, when there was a much more significant, much more real facet of my life surrounded by looming concern.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Anyhow, I will proceed to dump some imagery from small moments that brought a smile on my dial as of late.</div><div><br /></div><div>Local pub merryment with the myspace crew. Not even gonna lie to you, Hilary and I were myspace pals from 5 years ago, and have been close ever since. Shaun also added me around that time, but we didn't meet IRL until a party of a mutual friend last year, and have become tight since. Oh, and Hil and Shaun were also myspace pals five years ago... The internets is epic.</div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd9u73ikSSCylI_Mb8hUZcUWk16BB88xkzpBr8zlz7QDg4sCrcjPUljmIMpj6ETzbdoiJKtaW2Y8rWNQfz9yQK6Jzt-u_XSv7EpYlICJjvnoma3aw_5f-DpORlhJPq1TwBAcFTIFGZ6x0/s1600-h/IMG_2925_0982.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd9u73ikSSCylI_Mb8hUZcUWk16BB88xkzpBr8zlz7QDg4sCrcjPUljmIMpj6ETzbdoiJKtaW2Y8rWNQfz9yQK6Jzt-u_XSv7EpYlICJjvnoma3aw_5f-DpORlhJPq1TwBAcFTIFGZ6x0/s400/IMG_2925_0982.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446041846844124850" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgugKkDdp719liSjNVYq5PI2XOcdb2XjRbGmULcHzGmv6rAi6dyz-Fw0ZRFYI4qyu1lWg_jedJZanhfkNouQYaY35Y0xaiTc0p4D51DENxf2i9yQmew5XG2G8FXldDhoNQ8q7JA6fqjdPY/s1600-h/IMG_2933_0988.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgugKkDdp719liSjNVYq5PI2XOcdb2XjRbGmULcHzGmv6rAi6dyz-Fw0ZRFYI4qyu1lWg_jedJZanhfkNouQYaY35Y0xaiTc0p4D51DENxf2i9yQmew5XG2G8FXldDhoNQ8q7JA6fqjdPY/s400/IMG_2933_0988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446041829565349298" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9-OlZLBFflwpUEEAvgU9EV4_hR3EDgeQCOHM1rwGpVtVtwJT7I-PVVlpltFBaEQ1WglrV1uPSPQ6mK1UDBVE44d6JyssaOk8wL9QHYqM3xhigbhXaz8sWMZGakCKQEghK_lkUbpDPjiY/s1600-h/IMG_2930_0986.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9-OlZLBFflwpUEEAvgU9EV4_hR3EDgeQCOHM1rwGpVtVtwJT7I-PVVlpltFBaEQ1WglrV1uPSPQ6mK1UDBVE44d6JyssaOk8wL9QHYqM3xhigbhXaz8sWMZGakCKQEghK_lkUbpDPjiY/s400/IMG_2930_0986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446041822376933602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZXdZfIzWP1pDIbOjSa4N0bSvRTv2eioF6psT5jf2VLpc85rM3lj0ErCDEhT6iDyd8SU2Ue0MuRLsNByNNVl4cnGChaRI9IxIKar0v-WgHMXsMLOe_pth6Tka8YXcnXWftfHbdqvy3CHM/s1600-h/IMG_2926_0983.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZXdZfIzWP1pDIbOjSa4N0bSvRTv2eioF6psT5jf2VLpc85rM3lj0ErCDEhT6iDyd8SU2Ue0MuRLsNByNNVl4cnGChaRI9IxIKar0v-WgHMXsMLOe_pth6Tka8YXcnXWftfHbdqvy3CHM/s400/IMG_2926_0983.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446041813979675106" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>THE BEST FUSH N CHUPS PLACE IN SYD, APPARENTLY:</div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3IwysvyzDHIlNDxugqpy-ou4C1wSrqRRp1I76QjPGmlLl3BpS5CnOZYyOIl0KzE9Z-nMUy3oKlMfI6HhiJA1w23NYhSKJOAEQsEnlsLai297jilm8A85uMj6tjJavTWJvyYf_rK4LuRY/s1600-h/helens_0119.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3IwysvyzDHIlNDxugqpy-ou4C1wSrqRRp1I76QjPGmlLl3BpS5CnOZYyOIl0KzE9Z-nMUy3oKlMfI6HhiJA1w23NYhSKJOAEQsEnlsLai297jilm8A85uMj6tjJavTWJvyYf_rK4LuRY/s400/helens_0119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446037685232321602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRvdUmRIL4YSh4D90yT9NoGYHc2oV-l_EDUxyH7h7T2MnUc5f5FhRNbxJqMVPsDPHyc12iVG0ntNs5bTBksZf0S7shic7xutqW22E4v1_2iRl62mIygWh64Cz1Igo-q0tdNEdbzdr122A/s1600-h/helens_0125+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRvdUmRIL4YSh4D90yT9NoGYHc2oV-l_EDUxyH7h7T2MnUc5f5FhRNbxJqMVPsDPHyc12iVG0ntNs5bTBksZf0S7shic7xutqW22E4v1_2iRl62mIygWh64Cz1Igo-q0tdNEdbzdr122A/s400/helens_0125+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446037692112671442" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaVxI4cbvi2ETzMklxWfnWTQOEh_XP7pdDX04bEw1hkItUOTZb9rm8F17n-BnBXMDlMfkujvFC7c4DROLP_3O50d9zNHgKkStAetgY5l-rFXhnOMGNTFT4NYWYVL_tbycakcIiEoOk_Us/s1600-h/helens_0117+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaVxI4cbvi2ETzMklxWfnWTQOEh_XP7pdDX04bEw1hkItUOTZb9rm8F17n-BnBXMDlMfkujvFC7c4DROLP_3O50d9zNHgKkStAetgY5l-rFXhnOMGNTFT4NYWYVL_tbycakcIiEoOk_Us/s400/helens_0117+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446037677389353666" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuU2cikiWenYjPtqZXWNjmdHCI3kiOesu6zGDwybcuILlE_HSIZcbGLJwcq4fjHUpLeYUlGN0gUW4acb3LaZkoOaoxdb8D0uTqSTaekUx4wwRa44EziyC-lmRg29PShgoHWz-me7w6yS0/s1600-h/helens_0128+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuU2cikiWenYjPtqZXWNjmdHCI3kiOesu6zGDwybcuILlE_HSIZcbGLJwcq4fjHUpLeYUlGN0gUW4acb3LaZkoOaoxdb8D0uTqSTaekUx4wwRa44EziyC-lmRg29PShgoHWz-me7w6yS0/s400/helens_0128+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446037701593716578" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT5zR4aRvwNW5TJ1owRiH09aZN60QJL5dkgpjqZF1imJ2svXz3Ia9Y-ae6ae5P6swO8HB-d0gB_T6alP0ZaTWnc3iQ4qBjynXuguoufDpwOGZ4Xo-4JatbjmfdZ0-gweqMU3oQNK2vPJ4/s1600-h/helens_0127+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT5zR4aRvwNW5TJ1owRiH09aZN60QJL5dkgpjqZF1imJ2svXz3Ia9Y-ae6ae5P6swO8HB-d0gB_T6alP0ZaTWnc3iQ4qBjynXuguoufDpwOGZ4Xo-4JatbjmfdZ0-gweqMU3oQNK2vPJ4/s400/helens_0127+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446037709997793202" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Some great examples of why my sister is not blessed with the graces of handling a dslr. The man who is not me or Ross is the focus. Travesty, obvs.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAKm_mZinTGYy49jvt00rUuZJ5uYGGZSm3o72HhZyKjYiLRgpHqCQJFU7GnO4kGGkonDQwUMyvO-FCUVYid6TDdoYlZh4mkKHOebHMHTeqn4miNQREnS5NQB1NLQUgXppq1NYCopUaEW4/s1600-h/helens_0133+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAKm_mZinTGYy49jvt00rUuZJ5uYGGZSm3o72HhZyKjYiLRgpHqCQJFU7GnO4kGGkonDQwUMyvO-FCUVYid6TDdoYlZh4mkKHOebHMHTeqn4miNQREnS5NQB1NLQUgXppq1NYCopUaEW4/s400/helens_0133+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446039628719822178" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSD66k6NheeNoA1VnwXmymS1AjdIKO4EwVfQI4Bbu-NsNR3uN9DTBtsqQ2W7xX9x7cGdH8niFa69VPsbhyOW3nQxNpXYcFJBgZQsaE7CrKx7UXvhhTHysEupbKhFzsDmvQeewOwi10U8Q/s1600-h/helens_0135+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSD66k6NheeNoA1VnwXmymS1AjdIKO4EwVfQI4Bbu-NsNR3uN9DTBtsqQ2W7xX9x7cGdH8niFa69VPsbhyOW3nQxNpXYcFJBgZQsaE7CrKx7UXvhhTHysEupbKhFzsDmvQeewOwi10U8Q/s400/helens_0135+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446039638963017746" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Eh, slightly better.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioabL0I5_YKigvNqiUHjzaCWhAHmtRR63afVw9arGAMjtawjPBgwtxQpKZQxqlr6hJl4ndf26UPbtASknOO0JpdeeEnSpXcJAEMK8vjGUyd6wEeqUGeCSenJ4ZfssqMqAcsQPY6YkSsKs/s1600-h/helens_0136+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioabL0I5_YKigvNqiUHjzaCWhAHmtRR63afVw9arGAMjtawjPBgwtxQpKZQxqlr6hJl4ndf26UPbtASknOO0JpdeeEnSpXcJAEMK8vjGUyd6wEeqUGeCSenJ4ZfssqMqAcsQPY6YkSsKs/s400/helens_0136+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446039642274012210" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So there. We have come to the completion of a sporadic entry. We've also come to the completion of another day... It's currently 11pm on Monday now. You see my commitment to blogging? I slave over an entry for a solid twelve hours. </div><div><br /></div><div>No, I am full of lies, filthy lies. </div><div>I had important things to do today. By that I mean grocery shopping. And picking up Isabelle from school and driving her halfway across Sydney to her dance school because I am an amazing sibling, crafted only from the finest spandex.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, don't worry. I didn't spend the next three hours curled into the foetal position in the car. Rossco is a fine sport and keeps me entertained / allows me to leech devastatingly on to his time during these Monday drives. Today we found ourselves in a bay, strumming along to French gypsy music and, you guessed it, camwhoring. But don't worry, I know what kind of fickle audience I have... a fickle audience who tires of my dumps (both image-wise and bowel-wise), so I wont share them now.</div><div><br /></div><div>Perhaps tomorrow. But I think a '21st special' post is in order. Just so the rest of my friendly friends don't think I have something against validating them to the e-world.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ciao!</div></div></div>babyporridge.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07799405411579553303noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787600763031537538.post-34348449395419506222010-03-02T12:10:00.003+11:002010-03-02T12:11:52.391+11:00I can explain, really.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVD3WLIPbEZoqGOnlMadH33EcUBUZOi96qWXv8tJhyphenhyphengsboZdtsm4Vm3Gb-Lrv6-6KNDfSKffiLM9a7Xp0rZNPUJuoE62o2nchqS_m2xvqtM3ZjBI8yrhP6y6rR3soKPrH0fM8zUJappQY/s1600-h/pic+copy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVD3WLIPbEZoqGOnlMadH33EcUBUZOi96qWXv8tJhyphenhyphengsboZdtsm4Vm3Gb-Lrv6-6KNDfSKffiLM9a7Xp0rZNPUJuoE62o2nchqS_m2xvqtM3ZjBI8yrhP6y6rR3soKPrH0fM8zUJappQY/s400/pic+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443837937360804674" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But explanations will come later.<br /></div>babyporridge.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07799405411579553303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787600763031537538.post-55920989787807498852010-02-19T16:44:00.011+11:002010-03-05T22:30:31.622+11:00A completely gratuitous post<div>Occasionally, the inspiration to straighten out my wardrobe hits me like a beastly uppercut across the chin. I should note that I am eternally addicted to dress-ups; that, or I just have a nagging compulsion to try on forgotten pieces of clothing every so often to see if they still fit and/or to gauge how much tighter around my midsection the offending piece is this time. </div><div><br /></div><div>So whenever I do plan for a bit of cleaning, I invariably end up with more clothes strewn everywhere. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here is a lacy black number I found, which you can't see, on account of my face is taking up more than its advisable share of the frame.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWgjZ3jlDHH9Kzlo3_cp32SxZ0XquLkSQVlfo15BpQidFoJB887vKi1sXKmr0BuFpJ_VuMZaeNgGg_sXuCKmoT5bbD8F7Ra-Plc7MGv_lsNWJeJCGWuVQj-uwFvu1_nVeH6cKQvoXwEG4/s1600-h/IMG_2583_0848+copy.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWgjZ3jlDHH9Kzlo3_cp32SxZ0XquLkSQVlfo15BpQidFoJB887vKi1sXKmr0BuFpJ_VuMZaeNgGg_sXuCKmoT5bbD8F7Ra-Plc7MGv_lsNWJeJCGWuVQj-uwFvu1_nVeH6cKQvoXwEG4/s400/IMG_2583_0848+copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439827220744701442" /></a><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixakd5CtqaJlm642lT6jbwltcmY6SWC6V-cTLJhXpxJzm5mtK4sJgYQ2spwh5CZI0IbfszT84RgotfC3y5MyN9gqc8dM9beh0a-4kh77nXZU8vUPGbHytUkdGfzILyMYnEoHWLYT-L4hw/s1600-h/IMG_2585_0850+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixakd5CtqaJlm642lT6jbwltcmY6SWC6V-cTLJhXpxJzm5mtK4sJgYQ2spwh5CZI0IbfszT84RgotfC3y5MyN9gqc8dM9beh0a-4kh77nXZU8vUPGbHytUkdGfzILyMYnEoHWLYT-L4hw/s400/IMG_2585_0850+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439827230037024146" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I then spent the majority of the day in a bikini top, a high-waisted skirt, black stockings and cream pumps. I assure you that the visual is much more ridiculous than it sounds. And I devoured my sister's popcorn. I don't even like popcorn.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHRSp9zQ0R_tusSWVZ-yE9LgAGQwQGsJvQf07xtASay8ikX1yLL6XVy9gl76FcWb1D3vSRLF40vzIp_LuXeZfndAzUCk-fab8K9YRdjacsTZPfgD8Nk0qR39L4wJaOOcFaWJ8Cu3tG64A/s1600-h/IMG_2678_0866+copy+4.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHRSp9zQ0R_tusSWVZ-yE9LgAGQwQGsJvQf07xtASay8ikX1yLL6XVy9gl76FcWb1D3vSRLF40vzIp_LuXeZfndAzUCk-fab8K9YRdjacsTZPfgD8Nk0qR39L4wJaOOcFaWJ8Cu3tG64A/s400/IMG_2678_0866+copy+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439827258910962978" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS3fv6uFkMUEPM3sEGI29UOML715zAW1ASOK-d-aNsS4LgwZ2ifIW-GtaIRqWwVxGuuc9k4xUR6aj6vkY5q46IFAnLSOIO9FSIEFCgdl1z5IHcSs4O6c5_tgwkcRl5Tr-tQc48yYaLphk/s1600-h/IMG_2757_0872+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS3fv6uFkMUEPM3sEGI29UOML715zAW1ASOK-d-aNsS4LgwZ2ifIW-GtaIRqWwVxGuuc9k4xUR6aj6vkY5q46IFAnLSOIO9FSIEFCgdl1z5IHcSs4O6c5_tgwkcRl5Tr-tQc48yYaLphk/s400/IMG_2757_0872+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439827272956606882" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnVU465dpq-fHbdcKCZML-oiauYrWwwO9oD2neuGxK2bZr_bhCrmgZr0Bhi75chDNjrgQFAVjUbUwoOeeblaFjOTJQOFbLKpCZ9w0lT9d7kQU8GselnIkzZUkP90hRV5Pq9NW0VkJItDo/s1600-h/IMG_2762_0877+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnVU465dpq-fHbdcKCZML-oiauYrWwwO9oD2neuGxK2bZr_bhCrmgZr0Bhi75chDNjrgQFAVjUbUwoOeeblaFjOTJQOFbLKpCZ9w0lT9d7kQU8GselnIkzZUkP90hRV5Pq9NW0VkJItDo/s400/IMG_2762_0877+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439828614959396706" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE5TKKPp31BZeKHJMz0qCI5kHuTq1-2no1hgdKOUUG8Ljmy4OCNcgXjmHqos_Q1OFYaJcB-sB_yL4d7eWgDn2Y-ECVpgOpwSng4iKAvUnWemt3FReNbtAmHI_TLncyynk4CrutklJLI7c/s1600-h/IMG_2766_0879+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE5TKKPp31BZeKHJMz0qCI5kHuTq1-2no1hgdKOUUG8Ljmy4OCNcgXjmHqos_Q1OFYaJcB-sB_yL4d7eWgDn2Y-ECVpgOpwSng4iKAvUnWemt3FReNbtAmHI_TLncyynk4CrutklJLI7c/s400/IMG_2766_0879+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439828619526073538" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Lunch:</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVaQjuFdXsKhs4CyT2Y68o99R7Frvpq016MpNF46UyuxVKDJer1wV8piYFr5rO_7PPrH7_ZkK80RLQwE8WgWgqrUTXbn0b0Ihqd8zWWJQRE9d-u5kYit4GCRicBsdbXckteiVYNaa9j2E/s1600-h/IMG_2788_0886+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVaQjuFdXsKhs4CyT2Y68o99R7Frvpq016MpNF46UyuxVKDJer1wV8piYFr5rO_7PPrH7_ZkK80RLQwE8WgWgqrUTXbn0b0Ihqd8zWWJQRE9d-u5kYit4GCRicBsdbXckteiVYNaa9j2E/s400/IMG_2788_0886+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439828629422269602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcx6L1Rcb8n0GoELXYKY2CF_qp2kMaMh7ucou038Vqwvff9nRXzctV48SfbkqFLYqiHkYJy5ddFnpyBITni4II2NHcuA4TygPHGk3WJy61V5t2d4pr5E5Z2VQhOTZ_p8-_EgfX4gMI90o/s1600-h/IMG_2791_0887+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcx6L1Rcb8n0GoELXYKY2CF_qp2kMaMh7ucou038Vqwvff9nRXzctV48SfbkqFLYqiHkYJy5ddFnpyBITni4II2NHcuA4TygPHGk3WJy61V5t2d4pr5E5Z2VQhOTZ_p8-_EgfX4gMI90o/s400/IMG_2791_0887+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439828633428349250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL31uz8o_PlWxmyv7JJvuOyf4z8gKsWVoCrhkhr8NXsBfvbLyBKWt6u4j_lqwi_gAbjTX1NUSiEZRKb205ukEFajcTbV-HB-ihGZhRS8SgOiXQfb5ZvaLxrWLHbsI2sANHfY3zNxHxvqE/s1600-h/IMG_2802_0889+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL31uz8o_PlWxmyv7JJvuOyf4z8gKsWVoCrhkhr8NXsBfvbLyBKWt6u4j_lqwi_gAbjTX1NUSiEZRKb205ukEFajcTbV-HB-ihGZhRS8SgOiXQfb5ZvaLxrWLHbsI2sANHfY3zNxHxvqE/s400/IMG_2802_0889+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439828643577431618" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div>The 'Nix-fix-quick-and-tasty' salad contains: rocket leaves, feta cheese, cranberry bits (craisins!) and some chunky spinach and chunky pumpkin dip as le indulgent dressing.</div><div><br /></div><div>After which, I decided it was time to be creepy. </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK2WFG-t1E4mrIZSbgkTKC-zg2niC0Ys01xZNtBsvYtBcMljW7diLyhgtUj-PIbga5tVpU2emFIzX11QPk5-ks1eKNxfZ1sMD2rNn52Zmy2ZSR86d6CleF77RWru_RYikdh4LU1iUxa6M/s1600-h/IMG_2816_0891+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK2WFG-t1E4mrIZSbgkTKC-zg2niC0Ys01xZNtBsvYtBcMljW7diLyhgtUj-PIbga5tVpU2emFIzX11QPk5-ks1eKNxfZ1sMD2rNn52Zmy2ZSR86d6CleF77RWru_RYikdh4LU1iUxa6M/s400/IMG_2816_0891+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439829482534621762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And here I am proliferating the fact that looking normal in photos is as familiar to me as bathing with milk, honey and candied gels (or even bathing at all...)</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3HuyD63dzhAeH8RFxm0jJX-bk0zu9yCttYP-VH5jl6Coa3adSGdoz_E_DzYVpw-zqEcgEn7tY-Vwyks4x6nQSgSCXQz2yZI05nOAk31h0gA4QmgeIj_7OdJt3gYENn9zm1yBYAn0pemU/s1600-h/IMG_2825_0895+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3HuyD63dzhAeH8RFxm0jJX-bk0zu9yCttYP-VH5jl6Coa3adSGdoz_E_DzYVpw-zqEcgEn7tY-Vwyks4x6nQSgSCXQz2yZI05nOAk31h0gA4QmgeIj_7OdJt3gYENn9zm1yBYAn0pemU/s400/IMG_2825_0895+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439829496235338322" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQOdmklCne3p6to13QlL3-wkc_hbhwKwdNMjclmYfmdManmJpTA8OslD98uu5wVEaJN7c8Cb8PgMPRREUHhnBBMBmT-7drmUdY5YIxOaip8EFYbVzJMwLwcBdhM4pocjWgZUQ8ohkBT_Y/s1600-h/IMG_2824_0894+copy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQOdmklCne3p6to13QlL3-wkc_hbhwKwdNMjclmYfmdManmJpTA8OslD98uu5wVEaJN7c8Cb8PgMPRREUHhnBBMBmT-7drmUdY5YIxOaip8EFYbVzJMwLwcBdhM4pocjWgZUQ8ohkBT_Y/s400/IMG_2824_0894+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439829488880291954" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>You must be thinking, "Geez, child. Quit making a fool of yourself and broadcasting it to the shitternets. Do something constructive with your time, you wayward derelict! Find a job perhaps!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Well...[what was previously written here has now been removed for my security]...JUST KNOW THAT I DO HAVE A JOB! And will start in April! :D</div>babyporridge.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07799405411579553303noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787600763031537538.post-91494082018551511122010-02-19T16:20:00.008+11:002010-02-19T18:53:53.851+11:00Life lessons in cynicism / Half-baked prose<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLTM_KHwKkeuao_r4-EGzQ409HeYbOQGDlHWXWSK4431r-SGlCnFTgxvX5_1YXyMGf8gjbCxZwlPYSIpSVE0Mw2G1q3ro1hyphenhyphencYusxEGz_W6kCn6kcFDM1rp4Kqx1dxEqaaBhRKOHmMMH0/s1600-h/IMG_2721_0871+copy+3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLTM_KHwKkeuao_r4-EGzQ409HeYbOQGDlHWXWSK4431r-SGlCnFTgxvX5_1YXyMGf8gjbCxZwlPYSIpSVE0Mw2G1q3ro1hyphenhyphencYusxEGz_W6kCn6kcFDM1rp4Kqx1dxEqaaBhRKOHmMMH0/s400/IMG_2721_0871+copy+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439820908858603842" /></a><br /></div>Eventually, everything ends the same way. You pay for your television, your water heating, a month at a time. Soon, you'll find that you'll pay for your regret in the same way. In installments. Maybe a little grief in the half-light of the digital clock's blinking neon, weeks down the track. Maybe a jolt of restless despair in the routine cup of morning tea.<div><br /></div><div>So really, it doesn't matter if your head's full of clouds when your heart's full of lead. The only way still is down, down, down. (Then it's dead, dead, dead.)</div>babyporridge.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07799405411579553303noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4787600763031537538.post-13555896182498582792010-02-16T23:04:00.005+11:002010-02-17T00:23:07.444+11:00Listing<div>* I seem to enjoy suffocating myself in my own stink. It's been two and a half hours since I left the gym, and suffice to say, I still haven't showered. My perspiration oddly reeks of beer - which is strange but also ridiculously endearing (or so I tell myself.) What kind of red-blooded man does not enjoy a beer-battered damsel...?</div><div><br /></div><div>* The handsome gym receptionist was present today and he flashed me that wonderful smile, and I decided once and for all that inhibition is a useless aspect of my life. So I said, "Let's elope," and elope we did. And I am now subsequently blogging from an internet cafe of an undisclosed location. And I have a very overactive imagination. And I'm most likely lying through my teeth about most of the events that have transpired.</div><div><br /></div><div>* My fingernails are always polished with only solid black or the occasional french manicure. Today, I deviated from this normalcy. They are now bright red. Like, D-grade-horror-movie-fake-blood red. Like, only-a-conniving-axe-wielding-harlot-would-wear-this-shade-of-red red. Frankly, I'm loving it. (The way only Spencer Pratt's mother could love him... Bam.)</div><div><br /></div><div>* Dad called on Valentine's Day. Part of the conversation went like this:</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Dad:</span> So do you have a date tonight?</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> Ah... Err... Unh... Uh... no. Man, I was trying to come up with some extraordinarily hilarious story about how I accidentally poisoned all four of my potential dates. But ah, I lost it. So, just no.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Dad:</span> I see.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> DO YOU MISS ME?!?!?!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Dad:</span> No.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Me:</span> Mmmmhmm, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">sabi mo lang yan</span>! (You're just saying that.)</div><div>Then Dad just giggled. Riveting, i know.</div><div><br /></div><div>* I'm quite happy about having posted my <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W3UZMaPcvPc">Valenswine</a> video on the tubes. I've actually forgotten how thrilling it is to check emails and find a kind collection of words. Sometimes, I love people. Now being one of those rare sometimes.</div><div><br /></div><div>* I seriously believe that I have a very cheeky ghost following me around. For the past two weeks, every time I get into my car, the rearview mirror is always in a different position. I don't play with it before I leave the car. I don't think my head or assorted limbs are that huge that they hit the mirror on the way out. Regardless, it's always been moved. It hasn't freaked me out yet as much as it should.</div><div><br /></div><div>* Yesterday I woke up to find that my good mascara, good retractable eyeliner and mediocre lip-gloss had been taken from my makeup pouch on my dresser. I always put these items back in the makeup pouch. Despite knowing that I put them back in the day before, I still frantically checked under the dresser, under the bed, etc. Nothing. My little sister vehemently denied taking my stash. Somehow, I'm not convinced. Such a coincidence that the day my things disappear is the day it's picture day at school... If I were to put my prejudices aside for a second and pretend my sister is no liar, then that would only point to the favourable conclusion that I do, indeed, have a cheeky ghost on my tail.</div><div><br /></div><div>WHY, HEAVENS, WHY.</div><div><br /></div><div>/Non-event post ends now.</div>babyporridge.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07799405411579553303noreply@blogger.com3