went to my seventh grade singing exam at the 'australian musical examinations board' on tuesday.

in a situation where you're asked to choose between tree-stump grinding or needlepoint, you pick the tree stumps. in this post, my exam would equate with needlepoint & hence, we will not discuss it..

pictures, in all tree-stump glory:





hughberry was (& forever will be) my amazing accompanist.



we found a queen-bee several stops down & i was eternally glad because i like queen-bee a lot & even more than dried mangoes, which is an ample lot.



my friends are heavy drinkers.





& now for some phenomenal celebrity-look-alikes;

gemma ward


e.t.'s filthy mistress

Posted in: on Friday, May 9, 2008 at at 12:55 AM 7 comments  

mother: you still weren't home & you didn't pick up your cell-phone. i thought you were lying on the street somewhere & the police would come to the door
...& i thought about how, when i'd answer the door, they'd see me in my peacoat & pyjamas

thanks infinitely, mom.
haw haw


colder days are not kind to me - my nose is home to compellingly large volumes of snot & my throat's dryness puts the sahara to shame. true story.

yesterday, i waddled out the back door, buckling under the weight of my basket of freshly laundered goodness, when the the door slammed shut.

upon realising that my key was in the inside of the door, i subsequently panicked.
when panicking didn't lead to miracles or any sort of spontaneous magical powers during the moments of duress, i decided to do the practical thing & hang my laundry to dry.

the act of hanging laundry eventually comes to pass & it was then that i decided to panic again :D

ran around the backyard like a diseased cow & chewed through branches & pounced on critters & climbed over the (locked) fence. (note that some portions of the last sentence may or may not have been embellished)

eventually clawed my way into the street & harassed a neighbor & technology felt lovely against my ears & dad eventually came bearing salvation in the form of house key.

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the health department is apparently raising the price of mixed alcoholic drinks in an attempt to combat underage binge drinking.
i don't think it'll be very effective, but personally, it doesn't concern me.

I LOVE TEH WINESSS INSTEAD!1!111!!!
& now a pic-spam from when we went to the vineyards:

Posted in: on Wednesday, April 30, 2008 at at 9:11 AM 6 comments  

hello to my ample readership of three people!

real life's been eventful, to say the least.
i've worked 40+ hrs in the past week & i'm starting to abhor the sight of newbies & lettuce leaves & the mop-bucket.

rose, the supervisor at work, who wears dreadlocks & intimidation like a fashion statement, wrote me an endearing list on a long roll of receipt paper called:

reason #4 - "you bleed too much when i stab you"
reason #7 - "there are too many pies in the oven"

i kept the list very close to my heart, otherwise known as my bag, & i told rose that the note may make an appearance in a future video.

oh, visual representations of my fifteen seconds of fame lame from last week:



the channel seven spiel was a whirlwind of confusion, assuming that whirlwinds are actually confused. i got a call during my lunchbreak regarding a potential interview & channel seven apparated outside work within an hr's time.

obviously there are YouTube notables at much higher levels (of subscribers / charm) but i was most accessible in terms of geography & willingness.
channel seven used footage of nat simultaneously with the duration of the voiceover that said, "babyporridge has been on youtube for ten months".

wow.

because that's not a stuff-up or anything.
& there are lots of angry souls over the fact that channel seven sourced videos off YouTube without consent or acknowledgment, & i've blahblahed lots about this now, so you can just go watch it yourself.



i'm tired.
BYE.

Posted in: on Wednesday, April 23, 2008 at at 8:35 PM 12 comments  

i consume a lot of water whenever i go to the gym.
this is not a complaint because hydration is definitely something i need to get more romantically involved with.

BUUUUT, 2 litres of water in your system, coupled with waiting time for (delayed!) public transport is not the most ideal of circumstances. oh my lord. i could feel the kidney stones with buck-teeth forming & their malice & wow the following pee upon stumbling into the house was 2 joys & a half.

LESSON LEARNED: bladder control is so not cool.

in other news, deadlines & other priorities have been dancing very closely with me for a while now, & i have a massive youtube subscription backlog to attend to...

OH & christopher masterson (of 'malcolm in the middle' fame) was kind enough to visit me in my dreams the other night. awkward. we've never really spoken before & he was always quite cocky to me - never acknowledging my presence when i send a hello his way through the t.v. screen. but in dream-form, he was refreshingly nice.

(yay, pixellation for the win.)

in lieu of the many more blah blahs i have in my head that are fighting to turn into words for the digital medium, i leave with a picture:


WANT.
am guessing maybe 230 calories of delectable nutrition right there.

Posted in: on Monday, April 7, 2008 at at 9:51 PM 2 comments  

i don't think it classifies as polite to stick a fist down someone's throat & re-arrange the heart, the bladder & the uterus.

having said that, no-one has been 'impolite' to me as of late, it just sure as hell feels like it. MY HEART IS NOT WHERE IT SHOULD BE.

to say i am devastated makes a mockery of understatements.
this is where i disclose my fanaticism for 'So You Think You Can Dance (Australia)' & my subsequent fangirling(/lust) for Henry & Jack.

AUSTRALIA HAS TAKEN HENRY AWAY & IT IS PAINFUL LIKE RUBBING SALT ON FRESH WOUNDS & STAYING OUT IN THE SUN & FINDING OUT THAT NICE GUYS ARE A MYTH.



gahhhh.
bonnie said it best, "you are still my hurricane henry".

Posted in: henry byalikov owns my heart and uterus and other assorted organs on at at 8:53 PM 0 comments  

i am astounded by the amount of people i have deceived.
sorry munchkins, no drastic haircut for me. WIGS are your new best friend (after you dispose of your old best friend in a deep grave first).

I CAN HAS LONG HAIRS:

*in my dream last night, i downed an entire bag of m&m's.
i woke up feeling somewhat akin to pregnant women & desiring a big fat case of diarrhea. sometimes my own frankness astounds me, which is often followed by confusion on whether to be disgusted at my amusement, or amused at my disgust(ing self).

*accompanied patto at/to(?) his 'little' brother's 18th yesterday night & ate my weight in chicken fingers. have since decided that being in the proximity of real people with balloons is actually quite a lovely thing. oh, the balloons aren't necessary - they do, however, make for a delightful bonus.

*created traffic with natural ability by getting scared shitless about reverse parking into the crowded parking lot. mother had to get out of the passenger's seat & shoo me away from the driver's seat. my shame increased proportionately to the car buildup behind my strategically placed vehicle - (right in front of the mall exit). my scarlet face more than made up for the lack of a brandished letter ('A' for amazingly-bad-typical-asian-driver) on my chest. AM NEVER DRIVING IN PUBLIC AGAIN.

*want to pause Enchanted the movie approximately twenty minutes prior to ending & crawl into the TV screen. patrick hot-old-man dempsey & james beefcake marsden, please continue to fight over me, thank you.


*errr this:

Posted in: on Sunday, March 30, 2008 at at 1:04 AM 4 comments  

confession: i have never seen 'the notebook'

& frankly, i'm just not all that inclined to see it. having said this, i won't be surprised to have raised suspicions about my gender. ha. i just feel like its reputation precedes it since every other female in my age bracket has listed it in their top ten, etc. & i often like things not quite palatable to typical taste.

whiiiich brings me to blood & satire & self-preservation through violent aggression.
ohmygod 'Battle Royale' i love you.

i also have a (small) crush on tatsuya fujiwara (who plays shuya nanahara, protagonist of battle royale). please let me marry your face. i will bribe you with pokemon cards & green-tea chocolates & other assorted stereotypical things i assume japanese folk pride themselves in.


funny how the first picture i find of you, mister fujiwara, resembles a notebook-esque scenario. rest assured that i still find you attractive away from your pretty boy ways. YOU HAD ME HOOKED AT YOUR BLOODIED, RUGGED, UNRULY APPEAL. I GUESS THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.

totally on the subject of asian movies,
'The Joy Luck Club' has always been a favourite of mine, long before i knew about eloquent narration & poignant storylines & great overall cinematic cohesion.

i'm not chinese, but i do identify a lot with the themes of tradition & culture & the plight to make parents proud. i was blown away by how all the female protagonists had such distinct stories, but all their struggles seemed equally painful & strangely akin.

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i am in a bit of an introspective phase & as much as i find it such an inconvenience to be restless, i think times like these often help to clarify my priorities & give me some impetus for what i want to accomplish.

special mention to alex (nerimon) & kevin (aceofhearts101). hey chickens, i don't know if you even read this blog, but i found it amusing that in a span of 3 minutes, both text messages i received were from intercontinental loves. i'm sorry for my lack of response! i was out of credit. lame lame lame excuse, i know.

i have a seven & a half hr shift at work tomorrow. am hoping to get a decent hr & a half gym session before it. endorphines, i need you.

oh, & happy easter.

Posted in: on Sunday, March 23, 2008 at at 8:40 PM 5 comments