just call me pixie

four bits of misc. great news

Tue, 29 Dec 2009 00:12:54 GMT

1. My crazy roommate is leaving. I haven't told you much about him but he is a legit PSYCHO!!! So I'm glad our landlord has decided to kick him out.

2. My epic!fic has passed the 30,000 word mark. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! shit this is going to be a long story. Erin I will have a document to you hopefully soon. Very nervous cause if it turns out to be crap then I will have wasted a lot of time and effort. *sad fais*

3. I am going to Perth at the end of February. How random. Anyone live in or near Perth??

4. Issi came second in the OC category of the SOB AWARDS. That was... unexpected. You crazy peeps. Why would you vote for the chick that comes between Jacob and Bella?? Yeesh.

Anyway Issi is pleased. Her, Jake, Bella and Embry are currently doing happy-dances similar to this.

;)

ETA: Go look at my East Timor Trip Part 3, cause I don't think many people saw it. Probably cause I posted it on Christmas Day (which was boxing day for me). *highfive for smartness*

ok this is getting weird

Mon, 28 Dec 2009 22:57:18 GMT

ok this is getting rediculous!!!

The other day i was at work and the THIRD person in recent times said I reminded them of that chick off the Flight of the Conchords!!

I thought two people was creepy enough (and they were both people I knew). But now a random person going through my checkout has made the observation and I want to know what the hell everyone is on about!!!

First it was John at a party eons ago who said I looked like her.

Then it was Jacob at work who said my personality reminded him of her.

Then it was random customer who said "Do you know the show Flight of the Conchords" and I said "please dont say I remind you of the chick" and he and his wife were like "OMG YES!!!" and I'm like "WTH WHY?!?"

Let me explain things better. For those of you who don't know, here is a picture of Kristen Schaal who plays Mel-the-stalker on Flight of the Conchords.

And here is Mel in action.

I'm so confused. I don't think I look like her - nothing wrong with the way she looks, I just don't see the similarities (see here is the most recent photo of me at xmas - i'm the one straddling the dinosaur). And its even worse if my personality is like her. What, do I send out some sort of creepy, stalkerish vibe?!? Yeesh no wonder I can't get a boyfriend.

Soooo... yeah. What the hell people?

Hopefully they all just mean I have a smiley, bubbly, goofy sort of personality. Hopefully.

East Timor Trip + photos Part 3

Fri, 25 Dec 2009 22:00:55 GMT

Happy Boxing Day Everyone! I give you… another East Timor post. Only one left to go after this one fellas. ;)

I’m sorry I am so slow to bring these out. I hope you are still enjoying them. I enjoy writing them, it’s a good way to relive the experience.

Part One
Part Two >>READ EM!!

So where we left off we had just arrived in Bau Cau right?

Day 8

I really liked the hostel we stayed in, in Bau Cau. It had a really nice, large veranda with a lovely view of the ocean.

The view. Even though you can’t see the ocean due to the stupid backlight. *grumbles*

Us having a late breakfast on the veranda and getting ready to leave for Tutuala.

Packing the car up. See what I mean when I say the village of Bau Cau is literally, like carved into the cliffs.

I forgot to tell you the story about the boy living at our hostel. You see I may have explained this before but it was not uncommon for the Timorese children to be calling stuff out at us when we walked past them or something. We would literally have bunches of kids giggling, pointing, and saying “malai, malai” (foreigner, foreigner). To our culture, that would seem rude, but for them, it was just the same as if they were to point up in the sky and go “aeroplane aeroplane”. Anyway it was usually said in a curious/excited/positive tone and so I learnt to not heed it too much.

However when we came to our hostel late the night before, as we were unpacking the car I could just hear this boy yelling “malai malai” at us. And I mean yelling. I couldn’t see him, since he must’ve been sitting outside one of the nearby houses, and there is no electricity for streetlights. So yeah all I could hear was this stupid kid yelling “malai, malai, MALAI!!!” And yeah, I got pissed.

Anyway the next morning as we were packing up the car again he starts it up again. Only this time I could see him and…. Oh boy, that kid got the biggest deathstare of his life. I just stopped and stared at him, that shut him up!

So yes, we started out and had a whole day of driving. We were heading to the village of Tutuala, which is right on the coastline next to Jaco Island. The road to Tutuala is through mountain country and the roads were not good! In fact they were horrible. But then again, I may be overreacting because I really needed to pee the entire bumpy way.

A sample of the kind of road we were travelling. Not very nice for a full bladder.

We arrived in Tutuala and checked in to an Eco Lodge (I think there’s only two in the area and one of them was closed down) which was basically a smattering of small beachside huts with one large central dining hut. I loved it, it was so cute and quaint.

Here’s the hut I shared with my Dad.

The view from our hut. When I said “beachside”, I meant literally. Haha

We settled into our huts and then reconvened in the large dining hut for a friendly game of scrabble. My game-name was “Captain Baby” (Sally and Ben’s nickname for me).

Naww look, they all look so happy and content with their warm Tiger Beer’s.

They wouldn’t be happy for long when I hit them with my epic triple word score for “titter”. So epic, I had to take a photo of it. BOO YEAH!

Just for the record, Captain Baby is not very good at scrabble… so when she gets a good word, she might make a slightly big deal out of it which may include subjecting her family members to victory dancing!

The view from the beach next to our huts. That’s Jaco Island off to the left.

That night I did not sleep at all. It was the night of the epic stand off between me, and the ROUS (rodent of unknown size). You see, there’s no security from the wildlife in these huts. You have to keep the door and windows open otherwise you just suffocate from the heat.

So in the middle of the night I wake up to hear this scratching-chewing sound. I was like “ho shit! Is that something trying to chew its away out or in??” So I woke up my Dad and was like “do you hear that?? Do something about it!” And my Dad was all like, “I don’t hear anything, go back to sleep”. And so I tried to. And then… I heard the scratching-chewing sound again… right next to my ear. I bolted upright and was like “DAD I CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS!! THERE IS SOMETHING SCRATCHING AROUND IN HERE!!!”

And do you know what his response was. “Well there’s not much we can do about it. It won’t hurt you so just go back to sleep.”

WTF?!?

I was scared out of my wits. Fucking terrified. Did I mention that every cabin came equipped with a solar powered light, except ours wasn’t working?? So I didn’t even have any idea how big this thing could be. It could have been anything from a rat to a possum to a bloody monkey! That’s why I say it was a rodent of ‘unknown’ size, not ‘unusual’.

That was until I saw the silhouette of the fucker creeping across our window sill. I at least knew it was a rat then. And not some rabid monkey. But still, I was terrified that if I fell asleep, I would wake up to it gnawing on my toes or something.

So I basically spent the rest of the night lying in the foetal position beneath my mosquito net (I’m not even exaggerating) listening to this rat scuttle around our cabin, doing whatever it pleased. Meanwhile, my Dad is sleeping peacefully next to me. The bastard!

Day 9

I stayed awake until it was light out and I felt safe enough to fall asleep. But then I was woken up about two hours later for breakfast.

And guess what I found. That bloody rat… the same one my Dad had said wouldn’t hurt me… well he chewed a hole all the way through my handbag, he chewed a hole right into my mattress (right next to where my head had been I might add), he chewed a hole in my mosquito net and even had a go at one of my thongs (I have the chew marks to prove it). Meanwhile, none of my Dad’s stuff was even touched!! Oh man my Dad copped a lot of foul language for that one…

Check out the damage. >:|

Timorese coffee and banana fritters. The fritters were dee-licious… the coffee not so much.

We then headed on over to Jaco Island. There is nothing on the island, no buildings or campsites. The way you get over there? You pay a local fisherman to take you over in their boat, and arrange for them to pick you up later on. And if you’re lucky, they might even catch a fish for you to have for lunch. ;)

It was such a beautiful day!! Why hello there Jaco Island photospam.

All aboard!

Check out how clear that water is. The reef was so beautiful and wild.

Buh-bye fisherman! Obrigada (thankyou)!

This looks like a good spot to spend the day being lazy!

I think this is my favourite photo that I took all day. We had the entire island to ourselves. All we had to do was worry about sharks. No biggie.

From then on in, my day pretty much consisted of this:

Snorkelling until I could snorkel no more.

Then being lazy on the beach reading.

More snorkelling…

Then more relaxing and playing with the wildlife.

A bit more snorkelling… (as you can see, we had to do it in shifts since we only had two sets of snorkelling gear).

Then packing up to go home.

Naaaawww. Sisterly moment. Hee hee, Sally looks so teeny next to me. Can you believe she’s seven years older?

Actually it was unfortunate that I didn’t get to do as much snorkelling as I wanted to. See I actually am really scared to swim in the ocean by myself. I am actually paranoid enough that I will only go swimming, if someone is out there with me, and they are positioned further out to sea than me. Because my brain tells me that they will get eaten first even though that makes no sense. Haha

Anyway so one of the masks broke and so we were left with only one. *sigh* no more snorkelling for pixie then. Even though I was being paranoid and ridiculous and the worst thing I could encounter out there was a small reef shark at most. I did see some pretty nasty-looking baracooda though.

Anyway now allow me to spam you with the photos that Ben took with his underwater camera. I could go on and on about how beautiful the reef is. But it would just be easier to show you.

The fish were so cool. Because they weren’t shy with us. They haven’t had enough human contact to be nervous and so they just kept on swimming around ignoring us. I remember just standing in the shallows fixing up my snorkelling mask and getting freaked out cause I could feel something on my legs, only to look down and see a school of fish brushing against me.

Ben showing off by diving under. Every time I tried that I would practically drown.

Sally Kildea. Making snorkelling gear look sexy since 1982.

Feel like you’re in Finding Nemo yet? And it was all for free. The only cost was the few dollars going to the local fisherman.

No reason to this shot. Just wanted to show how much of a hottie my sister is. ;)

That afternoon after we got back and had a delicious lunch of rice and fish (caught fresh that day) we had a lazy afternoon of just relaxing and playing scrabble (my game-name was “I am so burnt”.)

Me lying on the beach and listening to Sven, my ipod. You know that feeling where you are so sunburnt that you feel like if you move, you might rub an entire layer of skin off? Yeah, that’s how I was feeling right then. Best just to lie still until the hurty feeling goes away. Haha

Meanwhile we were treated to a beautiful view of the moon that night,

Waiting for our dinner to be served. As you can see I decided to ham it up for the camera. And why not… I was burnt to a crisp, felt so hot I could melt, hadn’t taken a shower (or indeed brushed my hair) in two days… I felt fucking gorgeous. ;)

Haha you can also find our Timorese staples all in that photo. A fan (though that was more of a luxury), bottled water and insect repellent (the little red-capped containers) – you would sooner travel without a clean pair of undies rather than not have those.

That night the “fucking bastard” (pet name I gave to the rat) returned. Only I was much more at ease because our light was working, and both me and my Dad had armed ourselves with stuff to throw at it, if it came near us. So yeah, we left the light on, it didn’t stick around for long, and pixie got a fairly good nights sleep.

Day 10

I woke up randomly at 5:30am and decided to stay up and watch the sunrise.

These are the friends that kept me company while I waited on the beach for the sun to rise. Yes inside each of those shells is a little critter. There were so many of them on the beach that morning.

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun.

Almost there…

There she is! It was a little bit magical.

More sweet sweet banana fritters for breakfast. And I even choked my way through a cup of coffee cause I knew we had a long day ahead of us and I didn’t want to be drowsy. We were travelling back to Dili because I would be going home in two days time. :(

On our way out of Tutuala we gave a lift to two backpackers, so they wouldn’t have to travel up the mountain on foot. They were very nice and interesting to talk to. An English bloke and his Finnish wife who call Egypt their home. Cliff climbers, looking for new adventures. The only bad thing about this new arrangement… it was a loooooong drive back to Bau Cau (where we offered to drop them off) and Sally had to sit on my lap to make room for them. I tried to be a good sport, but it was painful because I reeeeeeaaaalllly needed to pee badly and as I mentioned earlier – the road between Tutuala and Bau Cau is very bumpy.

In case you need even more visual aid of what kind of road we were dealing with.

As we went through villages we would often see raised huts like this. It is our understanding that the village holy man/medicine man lives there. Though this one was especially cool because it had two raised huts that were conjoined!

Except for my brutally battered bladder, we arrived in Bau Cau with no fuss. We dropped the backpackers off and stopped for lunch at Amelia’s again. But not before I ran off to get a photo of my FAVOURITE street sign in all of Timor.

Bau Cau must have a serious “bugelling” problem. Aren’t those just the worst!! Bahhahaha. I have no idea what it means but I love it.

I just love this photo of Sal on the terrace at Amelia’s.

Then we set off for Dili. I was very tired. Sally had a chest infection and Ben had hurt his foot. It was a very subdued drive. It was raining when we arrived in Dili. We were staying in the FPET house again, only the power wasn’t on in Dili for some reason and so we were pretty much stuck sitting outside cause it was waaaay too hot inside.

I didn’t mind so much since I got to observe my neighbours for an extended period of time. They so reminded me of a Timorese version of the wolfpack. First off we had three brothers just hanging around outside in their shorts trying to get dinner cooking on an open BBQ whilst it was still raining. They were laughing and joking and showing off their back muscles (even though they may not have been aware they were doing so haha).

Now what could possibly make this scene any cooler?? Oh I dunno, maybe if their baby sister were to run outside and they were to start playing with her. UNF!! Have I mentioned before how attractive I find men who are good with children?

Ok now I know you’re wondering what could possibly make this scene any cooler?? Oh I dunno, maybe if the fourth brother were to drive up shirtless on his motorcycle, tossing about his shoulder-length Jacob hair. UNF UNF UNF!!!

I know, I know. This scene is already pretty awesome. I bet you can’t imagine how the hell it could possibly get any cooler! Oh I dunno, maybe if these wolf pack look-a-likes (all still shirtless might I remind) were to suddenly rig up their instruments, form their band and start having a jam session right in front of us.

Uh… yeah. *pixie collapsed*

Unfortunately the power eventually came back on and so I couldn’t continue enjoying the show without it becoming apparent that I was ogling. Haha

We went to Tandoori Queen for dinner. Though I didn’t get to meet the Queen of Tandoori. A point which myself and Ben were very disappointed with.

Then we went back to FPET House and I was finally able to have my first shower in three days. It felt bee-yoot-iful. I’ve never felt so clean and refreshed in my life. It was a lovely feeling… until I had to put insect repellent on before hopping into bed. Kind of ruins the effect. Bah humbug!

And that is it for this post. Only two more days to go chillins. But don’t worry. They are an interesting two days.

Stay tuned to hear about Pixie’s stellar efforts at playing nursemaid, her slightly rabid experience in a certain store, the nail-biting experience of getting her university results, meeting the president and other stuff. ;)

a message to all my friends

Fri, 25 Dec 2009 11:47:05 GMT

This is the text I received from my brother today.

"If luck were a raindrop, I'd send you a shower. If hope were a minute, I'd give you an hour. If happiness were a leaf, I'd plant you a tree. With lots of love from your darling sister Jimmy."

And now I am going to shamelessly recycle it and direct it to all the wonderful people on my friends list. Just substitute the whole "darling sister Jimmy" bit, with a "darling friend Pixie/Laura". You all mean so much to me. I wish only the best for all of you.

Happy Holidays.

xxx.

Sun, 20 Dec 2009 22:22:15 GMT

i am SO not into fandom or LJ at the moment.

i dont know what it is. whether i've just lost my interest or whether the fandoms i'm involved in have just gotten really boring all of a sudden.

Cause right now... i'm like obsessively trying to finish my Epic!Fic just so I can post it and wipe my hands clean of fandom for awhile. Thats my thought process at the moment... which I am finding odd.

oh and by the way... Epic!Fic word count = ~~21 388~~ 27 756. *lazy fist pump*

East Timor Trip + photos Part 2

Wed, 16 Dec 2009 23:38:49 GMT

Bondia (good day) everyone! And here we are back for installment number two. Hope you’re ready for this. It’s gonna be gnarly.

Note: If you haven't read Part 1 yet... go read it dammit!!! Otherwise you will no longer be my second best friend/lover!

Day 5

So we started the day by me, Sal and Dad walking to the markets to pick up some food. I was due to meet with Fanya to head to school afterwards. It was fun, there was lots of staring involved and lots of Dad trying to take photos of me and Sal even though neither of us like having our photos taken.

Commence market photospam.

In the bucket there is the local bread called ‘poun’. No square-sliced bread for the Timorese. Mmmm pooooun.

Road to the markets. Unless you’re a volunteer, you usually don’t own a car. So all those vehicles would be travel buses.

These stalls were everywhere. So many bright colours! I just loved looking at them. I’m pretty sure the OCD part of me loved the order and stacking as well. haha

Again. The obsessive compulsive in me loves how they stack their produce up into little piles.

Sally loved this woman’s outfit and so asked for a photo of her. The woman then proceeded to follow us around – I think she was hoping for another photo. Haha what a camera whore. ;)

Oh you can totally tell we were thrilled to have our picture taken. Thanks dad.

Anyway it was around this time that we realised that we were running late and that I was due to meet Fanya very shortly. I wouldn’t have time for breakfast and so I started munching on some poun, until Sally remembered that women are apparently not sposed to be seen eating in public. Damn the Timorese!

This is Sal and Bens house. And it is huge! It’s actually a house provided by their sponsors. It can house up to 8 people comfortably. I can say honestly its bigger than any house that Sal and Ben have ever lived in before haha.

So yes then I met up with Fanya and we headed off to school. School was actually out at the time, but Fanya was taking an English course during her holidays. So we were going to English class. Kind of appropriate since otherwise I would have had no idea what was going on in the classroom anyway. I was totally being taken as show-n-tell but I didn’t mind. Fanya was so friendly, we were listening to some Indonesian music as we walked and I tried to explain to her that we had an Australian singer that sounds just like that. I wonder does Pete Murray know he has an Indonesian tribute act? haha.

Anyway so Fanya is smart. Like super smart. I don’t know how she started learning English but she must’ve taught herself. She can understand most of what I am saying if I speak slowly. And dude, she reads English novels. Like she had just finished reading Little Women when I met her. She’s a girl after my own heart.

Anyway so we get to the school and everyone is waiting outside cause apparently the classroom has to be cleaned or something. There are about nine kids and they were all very giggly and shy when I came walking up with Fanya.

It was funny, Fanya’s English teacher kind of latched himself onto me. He spoke English. But not like fluently, which if you think about too hard, is kind of depressing. So lets not think about it for the moment. But anyway yeah he jumped at the chance to practice his English with me and he was very interested to hear about the Australian Schooling System. Its very different in Timor I am told where most of the schooldays only go for half the day so that the children can go home and help out with work at home.

Anyway so I could see him trying to hint that I should help out with the lesson. I didn’t really want to do that since I had no idea how advanced these kids were, and all I’d be able to do is talk English, it wasn’t like I could understand what they were saying in Tetun.

Anyway so we go into the classroom and I go to sit next to Fanya… but no, the teacher is gesturing for me to stand up the front of the class. I compromised by sitting up the front but off to the side.

The class was fun. I did pretty much end up running the class. I wasn’t very good because I kept speaking too fast. We started out with me introducing myself and the students asking me questions in English. They didn’t seem very impressed that I wasn’t married and had no children, haha. But they were impressed that I was 5’5. Oh and I dare you to try and mime "horseriding" in front of a crowd of people without looking like an idiot (when asked about my hobbies).

The rest of the class was spent with them practicing their English phrases. Introducing themselves and talking about their daily routine. However they were directing all of these speeches to me, and so I got a sore neck from nodding and saying ‘capas’ (very good) and looking interested (I swear I was interested the first dozen times they did it – please don’t think badly of me).

The classroom with the teacher (can’t remember his name).

They were okay at English. They were doing well, mostly it was problems with pronunciation and understanding what you were saying instead of just reciting it. Just like any language class I should think. Fanya was way too advanced for the class though.

Sweet kids. They all look about twelve years old though.

Overall a very friendly class. And of course they were very curious yet shy with me. Cept Fanya, but as I’m sure you’ve gathered already, Fanya is just made of awesome.

We finished with a numbers game I made up which I think they enjoyed muchly.

Haha such cuties. Like I said, they all look twelve, but they were all between 15 and 20 years old. P.s. notice the kind of classroom they have available to them. Hmmm. :(

On the walk home a few people stopped us and called out to Fanya. She told me they were saying “you’re friend is very bonita (beautiful)”. Now I just found that funny. Cause to me I resembled a sweaty, smelly farm animal (and I’m not even joking). But apparently I am like the ideal over there. Sally told me the Timorese worship fair skinned people with long straight noses. I would have been perfect if I still had my blonde hair. Actually its really random, they worship Avril Lavigne over there. She’s like on posters and tshirts and the sides of buses. I guess she too has the blonde hair and the long straight nose. They also love Britney (naturally). I just find it odd since I think they are such a beautiful race even if they are a bunch of shortarses. Hee hee. ;)

Unfortunately I only got to stay in Maliana for one night and day cause we were heading back to Dili that afternoon to attend a wedding the next day. I wasn’t feeling too hot for some reason and so had the most uncomfortable nights sleep ever. Seriously the humidity in Dili is a force to be reckoned with.

Day 6

Went to the wedding. I didn’t understand anything said in the mass, but the church was nice to look at. Dio (the groom who is friends with Sal and Ben) makes reasonable money and plus, the Timorese just love spending money on decorations.

The church.

The back of the bride’s head and the beautiful tai decorations.

The priest. Who I thought looked totally badass.

These little kids that were sitting in front of us were so cute.

Especially this little guy who spent the entire ceremony turned around in his seat making faces at us once he realised “the malai” were sitting behind him.

Me congratulating Dio. A man who I’d never met before that moment, but who was thrilled to see me at his wedding. The traditional way to greet someone in East Timor is to touch cheeks together (not kiss) on each side.

The bride. Who I felt so sorry for cause it was so hot and she was stuck in this big lovely dress as well as being preggers (I know, scandal).

I didn’t bring anything appropriate to wear for a wedding so I had to borrow a top from my sister. I thought I would be safe with a long top and a long skirt.

Turns out, I was probably the most conservatively dressed there.

I mean just look at what the bridesmaids were wearing. Hee hee they had to sit up the back of the church though. I don’t think they were allowed inside due to their outfits.

This photo was taken from the lunch we had before heading to the reception since we hadn’t had time for breakfast. I just think it’s a nice photo of the four of us. Yes I did wear thongs (flipflops) to the wedding, but they were my formal occasion thongs, I assure you. ;)

We then went to the reception, which was just held out in the open under a few tarpaulins. I was feeling rather sick and uncomfortable by this time. And to make matters worse, I was still getting undesired attention.

You know how at events, sometimes they film the entrance to see who’s coming through the door. Well they had that at this reception and a projector screen up the front so everyone could see who was coming in. My party was the only white people there. And once we sat down I noticed the camera swivel just slightly and zoom in on me… and stay there. So yeah, I was up on the big screen looking sick, sweaty and uncomfortable for the rest of the time until the bridal party arrived.

Entrance of the bride and groom.

Check out that cake!! Or cakes I should say.

I think this is a good photo of Frances’ (another volunteer friend) face, my dad’s bald patch, Sally being cute, and me being a sullen cullen.

Let the dancing begin! Notice how all the fine young ladies are showing off shoulder and knee/thigh. They definitely wouldn’t have gotten away with that on a normal day. As I said, I was the most conservative there except for a few grandma’s. haha

I was really worried about getting asked to dance. I really wasn’t feeling up to it. It just would have been awkward cause I wouldn’t even have been able to say “har har, I don’t even know the steps, you’ll have to show me” cause I don’t know the bloody language. And I just know that if I (the palest person there) were to get up and dance, all eyes would be on me, and the dancefloor would probably even clear for me and my partner. I just wasn’t up for that (the staring and the scrutiny and the hooplah) that day. And so I barricaded myself behind a bevy of beautiful and eligible girls and kept my eyes on the ground between each song cause I know a few guys were trying to catch my eye. Luckily that seemed to work and I was able to just sit back and enjoy the pretty dresses and the dancing and be anti-social. :)

We went home and played scrabble.

Day 7

We went to mass early morning and we’re once again the only white people there. Are you noticing a pattern? Haha. There were so many people there that we had to sit outside. I couldn’t hear or understand anything so I spent the entire time daydreaming about fanfiction and LJ (see, you guys were never far from my mind ;) Don’t tell my dad. Haha

Our great seats at church. The thought bubble above my head would probably read, “Hmmm. I probably shouldn’t be thinking about smut-fic while I’m at church…”

We were heading to Bau Cau today, which is on the way to Jaco Island where we were planning to spend a few days.

But not before having breakfast on the beach. You can’t really see in this photo but Dili beach is full of kids walking around trying to sell stuff. Fruit, souvenirs, toys, anything! (like those brightly coloured balls in the background). We never bought anything from them because that would only encourage their parents to send them out more often to work. Poor kids.

Ooo a tanktop Laura? How scandalous!! Hesh up, it was going to be a day of driving and so no one was going to see me and my scandalous shoulders!!

Then we were off heading for Bau Cau (pronounced Bow Cow) in a nice air conditioned car. *contented sigh*

Check out how the road hugs the coastline. We had this beautiful view the entire time. And the road was thankfully, rather good. :)

Unfortunately the view was not always beautiful. These shells of houses were not uncommon. Some burnt and half blown to pieces from the Indonesian invasion. The Indonesian’s took everything from these houses. After they drove out (and hopefully not kill) the family they would take the roofs(sp?) and doors in hopes to sell the materials. Now these abandoned houses just sit there like skeletons.

On the way to Bau Cau we stopped at K41 Beach. We pretty much had the place to ourselves except for a few scuba-diving parties.

The most outstanding snorkelling you’ve ever seen. Seriously, you could stop anywhere along the East Timor coastline, wade 10 metres out into the ocean and find stunning untouched reef. But of course you wouldn’t because some beaches have crocodiles.

Just some photos of bebe owan’s (baby goats) that I took from the car cause they were so cute and I wanted to take them home.

OMG WANT!!!

We arrived in Bau Cau. It is a very interesting place. The village is sort of carved into a cliff. But it is very lush and green there, with lots of palm trees.

Bau Cau beach. We didn’t go swimming there because apparently the locals don’t go swimming there. And if the locals don’t go swimming there. You don’t go swimming there. That’s unless you’re an ignorant army man who just looks like a giant drumstick to a croc.

“Ooo look a driftwood log. I must go sit on it!”

“Right so I been sitting here for like, five minutes! When the fuck is my Jacob going to turn up?!?”

Hee hee. I’m such a nerd.

Yo Ben! Get your ass out of my artistic photo!

I wanted to know how all those random palm tree trunks just ended up on the beach. It’s like they were playing that paddling game with the waves. You know, you run in, then you run back out.

Sal and Ben had a marital moment about something I can’t remember.

But then Ben tried to make it better by offering her a crab. Omg how precious are these two? Who here ships Sal/Ben?? *raises hand and jumps up and down*

Then Ben proceeded to take about the most grumpiest set of portraits I’ve ever seen.

Grumpy person who isn’t actually grumpy no1.

Grumpy person who isn’t actually grumpy no2.

Grumpy person who isn’t actually grumpy no3.

After that we went exploring a little bit and found they were holding some trade markets in this really cool old building. Those photos are boring though so I won’t bother showing you them.

There’s the old market building. And on the outside you can see all the painting for the Tour De Timor. All the locals did that. The government provided the paint, and they just decorated old buildings for when the race would go through Bau Cau. I know all this because I am friends with the guy who organised Tour De Timor, but more on that later.

We then went to meet Monica, a volunteer friend of Sal and Ben. She was very nice and lively for an older woman. While we were having tea in the hostel she was staying at one of her fellow housemates came home. Omigawd he was beautiful. I was all like *_* -_- *_*!!! Cereal, this guy deserves his own theme music. I would suggest something sexy and flamenco haha. Anyway he said hello to us and then went off to have a shower.

Uhh… yeah. I did not hear anymore of the conversation at the table after that. I was too busy hearing and imagining water cascading down that guys body in the next room. Remember how I told you we could only use the scoop method in Timor? THANKGOD for the scoop method. Makes everything so much more pleasant for the ears.

Why yes I am aware that I sound like a horny old man. ;)

We then went to dinner at Amelia’s. BEST FOOD IN TIMOR!!! Seriously, if you ever find yourself in Bau Cau, definitely try out Amelia’s. The fish is excellent!

Pretty photo at Amelia. Happy happy family.

And that’s it for this one folks. Sorry it’s a good deal longer than the other one. And I didn't even get to tell you the rat story! Stay tuned for the epic!battle between pixie and the rat. As well as almost getting eaten by a baracooda, kicking ass at scrabble, my bladder taking a beating, and meeting the wolfpack (among other interesting people). ;)

Link for the Awards

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 21:32:21 GMT

Kelly has asked me to put all my Elliot Maske Series links into one post for the SOB Awards, so I'm just doing what the pushy bitch wants me to haha. ;)

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Enjoy. :)

--important message--

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 14:50:33 GMT

ok i'm sorry this just needs to be said.

i want to do this girl on-the-bed-on-the-floor-on-a-towel-by-the-door-in-the-tub-in-a-car-up-against-the-minibar.

yeah, i would seriously go gay for her. just sayin'. ;D

Taylor is a douche... and other stuff. ;)

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 21:53:20 GMT

Ok so I have a story to tell. I totally saw Taylor Lautner the other week. You see I was at a wedding, and we were seated next to this really rowdy table full of friends of the groom (I was a friend of the bride's). And when I had a good look at them, I swear to God I did the biggest double-take. I swear, there was a guy there who looked exactly like Tay Tay. Only blonde with slightly lighter skin.

I kind of brushed it off since, you know, people always say their friends look so much like celebrities and then when you see their friends you're just like "what the?"

but then Mikash came into my life. Or really, Tay in an adorable blonde wig and I was like 'Holy Shit he looks even more like that guy now!!!"

So then I did something that I'm not very proud of. I facebook stalked him so I could get a hold of a few photos. I'm sorry but I just need to know I'm not going crazy here. Just look at his face!

Look! He has the nose (almost), he has the squinty eyes, he has the spikey hair!!

I'm pretty sure I've even seen Taylor making this face before!

Please tell me you guys see it so I can feel less like a stalker haha.

Actually you know what... I hardly care that I am abusing this guys privacy. I didn't talk to him all night because I quickly worked out that he was an absolute DICKHEAD!!! Like he was as far from Taylor's personality that you can get. He was the guy who quite literally yelled "Get em out" during the Bride's speech. I told him to stfu.

Thankgod ya know. Otherwise I would have had a major crush on my hands haha.

Oh and in other news. I am working on Part Two of my East Timor posts. If you missed it, here's Part One. I'm serious, check it out. I spent two hours putting that bloody post together.

Oh and in other other news... I caught up with an old friend today. I guess I should technically call him an old boyfriend (we were eachothers first bf/gf way back in highschool) but i dont like thinking about that since I kind of was a bitch and broke his heart. But he's lovely and we fell into casual friendship quite well. Anyway today we hung out at my place, then went back to his place. I don't want to be presumptuous, but i really hope he's not seeing too much into this. I mean one minute he's saying he doesn't ever perform infront of people, and next minute he's serenading me on his guitar..... and not just one song, but several. hmmm. ah well, time will tell, i like having him in my life.

And because this post needs more Mikash.

Seenta Claus get dooown. Seenta Claus get dooown. Get down my chimney OW!

East Timor Trip+photos Part 1

Sat, 12 Dec 2009 03:01:24 GMT

Bahtardei (good afternoon) everybody. I am finally getting around to doing a writeup of my time spent in East Timor. I kept a terse diary while I was away so now its just a matter of pulling out all the interesting stories from my notes. I don’t know how long that will be but it will be image heavy. Just giving warning.

Oh and cause I’m a vain creature I also feel the need to give this warning as well. East Timor is hot. VERY HOT! Any makeup you wear is sweated off in about a minute. So yeah, just keep in mind that I am not really looking my absolutely most gorgeous self in these photos. ;)

Day 1.

No dramas getting going cause we were all packed up and ready to go (btw I was travelling with my Dad just so you know – not just some random old man). I was feeling a little sick at the time, a bit chesty. So I was a little worried that I might only get more sick on my holiday. Only time would tell.

The first photo of the trip. Me discovering that my Dad had in fact worked out how to get his brand spanking new camera working. And so I took a photo by accident of my lap and his feet at the airport.

We had to take two planes. One from Brisbane to Darwin, and then another from Darwin to Dili (East Timor’s capital). We were travelling with two Timorese students who were travelling home.

We took the teeniest little jet from Darwin to Dili. Here’s my Dad posing with one of the Timorese students in front of the jet.

When we got into Dili the heat hit us straight away. By golly it was bad. Anyway we were met at the airport by Margaret and David who are volunteers with my Dad’s charity group and who were going to take us to Atabae, the village that my Dad’s group supports where we would stay with them for a few days. We also met Carleeta and Lepa, two volunteers that work with Margaret at her Community Health Centre.

Dili is the most developed place of Timor. But it is still very underdeveloped. There are hardly any road rules, quite a few slums and… I don’t know how to describe it, you have to be there to understand.

Drinks and dinner right on the beach in Dili. From left to right, that’s Lepa, Carleeta, me, Margaret and David.

My girls Lepa and Carleeta. They are so beautiful. Right from the start they called me Sister Laura. They’re English was very good (a rarity for anywhere in Timor) and so we got along very well. Though they don’t like having their photograph taken. Like me haha.

A view from another angle. Notice all the army men exercising in the background. There is no shortage of UN and other misc soldiers around Timor. They were totally showing off, but unfortunately, the hot ones all jumped into a truck before I could get a discreet photo of them haha.

We went home to our accommodation in Dili. Margaret and David are very lucky to have a house in Dili. A rather nice house. They have electricity (thankgod so we could run the fans to keep us cool), but no plumbing so if you wanted to use the toilet you would have to flush it manually by pouring water. Same deal for the shower, they have a nifty little scoop which you pour water over yourself with. It wasn’t terrible, I would be using this method a lot on my holiday. After a day of sweating in coversome clothing, its quite refreshing.

Day 2

The next day we were scheduled to go meet Dr Dan. This was FPET (my Dads charity) business. Dr Dan runs a free clinic and as far as I can tell, is a wonderful man. He knows the language and the Timorese people very well and does a lot of advocating to try and get patients overseas so that they can have surgery using modern methods.

Dr Dan seeing a patient. Notice how Carleeta and Lepa are sharing a chair? They insisted that I get a seat to myself. Those girls were ridiculously nice sometimes. :)

I forgot to mention that we shared a cab over to the hospital. It took me awhile to get used to all the taxi’s in Dili. They are different in that they beep at you trying to get your attention. I would jump every time one would beep at me when I was just innocently walking along the footpath. Anyway on this morning we went straight to Dr Dan’s, planning to meet up with Margaret and David later for breakfast. There wasn’t enough room so Lepa had to sit on my lap for the ride. I didn’t mind at all since she weighs next to nothing, but I’m sure she was blushing the whole time the poor thing.

Then we went on rounds with Dr Dan while he saw patients in his clinics.

Lots of very sick people and things that I did not understand since I'm not a medical student. I didn’t do very well on the rounds as I nearly fainted twice. It wasn’t due to anything I was seeing. I believe it was a combination of not having breakfast, being dehydrated (me and Dad hadn’t gotten into the habit of taking our water bottles everywhere with us yet) and being in a very enclosed place that didn’t smell too appealing. Either way I started feeling dizzy and had to sit down while they went on with rounds. Then when I joined them again I eventually had to go outside and get some fresh (stinking hot) air. ;) It was here that I started noticing the looks.

The looks were never anything bad. I soon got used to them. You must understand that East Timor is a pretty mono-cultural society. So for them seeing a white girl, especially a young white girl, its not a common occurrence and so I received stares wherever I went. I got used to it, its great for the ego, though I often wished I could stop and talk to people instead of just smiling (and sometimes waving) like a douche. Unfortunately, I don’t speak Tetun.

Line up for the clinic. And that’s just the people waiting outside, there’s a full waiting room inside as well. Every morning. Now imagine if you can, all of these faces turning and staring unabashedly at you. Haha

Anyway afterwards me and Dad went to have breakfast before meeting up again for a meeting with a solicitor (more FPET business). I fell asleep at the table during the meeting. Way to go Laura! Haha. I guess all my jetlag was catching up with me. ;)

Walking through Dili.

We then started the looooooooooooong drive to Atabae. The lack of roadrules scared me sometimes as the streets are not good. And when you are travelling along the coastline, people will come speeding around corners without a thought for the fact that we might be coming in the opposite direction.

The going is slow, so as to miss potholes. As we would go through villages, again a lot of people stared and waved at us (just because we were white). I felt so pretentious waving back at them from a moving vehicle (acting like some douchey celebrity) but I couldn’t help it after awhile when the kids would squeal and smile when you waved back and yelled greetings to them.

We arrived in Atabae. It’s a very dusty town. Calling it a town is a bit much. Its really a gathering of huts with a Health Centre, a Church and a marketplace.

No we didn’t stay in this awesome looking house. That was our neighbours.

Nor did we stay in this awesome two storey hut. That was our neighbours second house (he was a rich guy).

This was our house and whilst it might not look much, it was a helluva lot more than most people had. I mean we had electricity and a working toilet for goodness sake. :)

Day 3

The next day me and Dad went with Margaret and the girls to visit the Community Health Centre (which my Dad’s group help build).

I felt very tall and out of place. No one spoke English except the girls and they were busy working, so I just kind of hung out in the background and took photos.

Maloo doing some physio with a cute baby!

OMG SO MANY CUTE BABIES AND KIDS THAT I JUST WANTED TO KEEP!!! Had to restrain myself. They were all too shy to play with me anyway.

And then a lovely surprise. The mothers who were part of the official Sewing Group had made some traditional tai’s for us. This had not been organised by anyone but themselves. They were just so happy that we had come to visit them.

The mothers approaching as kids look on.

Carleeta translates for us. We really did find ourselves having to bend down to hear what they were saying. They are so short and they speak so quietly.

One for Dad…

And one for me… I was really so touched. These tai’s were so beautiful. Obrigada barac (thankyou very much).

Group photo time!!! Don’t you just wanna steal some of these kids?? Just me? Okay then.

After that, it must’ve caught on that all you had to do was approach me and nod towards the camera in my hand and I would take a photo of you. So the mothers started grabbing their kids and forming a line. Haha. I won’t post them all but here are a few.

This is Eduardo and he’s very special. He’s our down syndrome baby and he is about 6 years old. So of course you can see the stunted growth.

It doesn’t matter how much you say ‘amnasa’ (smile) to them. They just don’t quite get the concept. *shrug*

Though I did manage to get this beautiful smiley photo. It was by accident though. ;)

After all that I went on a home visit with Margaret to see a women who had eight children. The children kept trying to get a closer look at me when I was just standing around outside. So I bent down and touched one of their faces – the little darling ran away giggling and touching her face. Dude! It’s a weird feeling when your touch brings so much delight to someone you don’t even know… :O

Later that day after we had come home from the community centre, my Dad was in a council meeting and so I was just left to my own devices. I was really tempted to just grab a bike and go exploring around the village, but I didn’t cause that probably would have raised some conservative eyebrows.

What I did do was sit outside playing with the cats and proceeded to get a kick out of how people would ogle me as they walked past on the street. I felt funny just smiling and waving at people (not much else I can do since I don’t know the language) – but I would’ve felt even funnier just sitting there staring back at them. At least a wave always got me a smile and a wave back.

Day 4

We went for a home visit to a little mountain village called Lamaro. Where Lepa is from. The dirtroads are all uphill and very very pot-holey. I could just see how in the wet season they would become un-drivable cause they would just turn to mud-slides.

The road to Lamaro. We were visiting Timor right at the start of the wet season so a lot of places were still very dry looking.

More road. Only this one has a pretty kickarse drain. Very important and unfortunately, not always common in Timor.

Lamaro village with a girl collecting water.

We were there to see a woman who was pregnant and a suspected diabetes case which is very rare in Timor. People just don’t get diabetes.

Lepa giving the woman her test. Notice all the kids and people sitting around in the background watching.

More nosey-nellies in the background come to get a look at the Malai (foreigner). Notice with my clothing how I always had to wear what I began to call “sleeves and down to the knees”. Believe me, if I could’ve gone around in a singlet and short shorts, I would have! But I had to be culturally respectful, even though it was so fookin’ hot!!!

By the time we were done we had drawn such a crowd that my Dad decided to take a photo of us. Hee hee I was always in the back since I’m sucha tall heffa. ;)

Lots of curious children followed me around the village. I’m sorry, I know I sound egotistical, but it was just really hard for me to fathom at the time. We met Lepas family and I got confused when she introduced me to “Little Father”, then “Big Father” and then “Father”. Took me awhile to work out that she was referring to her uncles haha. Anyway they were so gracious to us (even though none of them spoke English) and when we tried to get Lepa to tell them that she was lovely and we were very proud of her, I just know she got modest and didn’t translate it properly. They gave my Dad another tai.

After that we went back to the Health Centre so I could say goodbye to the girls as my sister Sally, and her husband Ben were coming to pick us up and take us to their village that afternoon.

It was a little sad saying goodbye to these girls. They were always so helpful to me with translating and being friendly. From left to right there is Adarday, Lepa, white-chick, Carleeta and Maloo.

After that we met up with Sally and Ben. Quick info about Sal and Ben. They are volunteers working in a mountain village named Maliana and they speak Tetun very well. Sal is (the bestest sister ever!!) a nurse and a midwife, she runs a health centre and health library of sorts up there. Ben is an engineer and builds good stuff like health centres and dormitories for pregnant women to stay in while they are giving birth.

Aren’t they like the cutest couple like EVA!!!

So we drove to Maliana. Very long and curvy and bumpy road. We actually were giving a few people a lift, and therefore Sally had to lie in the back with all the luggage poor thing. I bet she felt every pothole.

Maliana is so beautiful!! Because it is in the mountains, it gets a lot more rain and so therefore is cooler and greener. This is the view from Sal and Ben’s house! When we arrived late afternoon I just hopped out of the car and took it. Can you imagine??

After we settled in Sally had a friend who was very keen to meet me. So we went for a walk to her house. Her name is Fanya and she was an eighteen year old beauty!!! Her English was very good which was why she was so excited to meet Sally’s little sister!!

Me and Fanya. Can you believe that she is considered tall??

Speaking of little sister. I started noticing that I was getting called two names quite often when Sally introduced me to people. I would either be called “allen” or “Sally arse”. Neither one of them sounded very appealing until I found out that "allen" means “little sister” and “Sally arse” means “tall Sally” if you can believe it.

Oooh and funny story about arses. You’ll come to notice in these posts that me and my sister look nothing alike. Sally is tiny, tanned and has crazy-curly light brown hair. I’m tall, pasty white and have straight short dark hair. It was no wonder we got strange looks when we would try and convince people we were sisters. Anyway so Sally had just introduced us to some people we were having lunch with, they said a few things and looked unconvinced, however they started laughing after we both walked away. Sally told me later that apparently they had said that we don’t look like sisters. But that when we walked away they were laughing and saying “oh wait they have the same backside!” Cheeky buggers. Haha.

Anyway back to Fanya, we met her family, my sister announced that she had already promised my hand in marriage to her brother, I spent aaaaaaages playing with their asu owan (puppy) and I was forced to try my first cup of Timorese coffee. I am NOT a coffee drinker, but I did so out of politeness. Blech!! I was able to gulp it down quickly but omg it was awful.

Fanya had been asking Sally before I had arrived would I be able to go to school with her. I told her that I would love to and so we made plans to go the next day together.

Anyway so that pretty much brings us to the end of Day 4 and I think I will give myself and you guys a break.

Stay tuned for the next part chickens. In which pixie… goes to school to brush up on her English… gets roped into teaching an English class… goes to a wedding and gets sick… and gets terrorised by a rat.

8 more days filled with lots of fun stories to come. ;)

pixie goes ballistic

Tue, 08 Dec 2009 22:55:15 GMT

ok i know i been doing quite a few posts recently. Who cares I'm on holidays, its my right!

and i just HAD to share this. omg omg omg omg I squealed!!

no no its not the fact that Lady Gaga is meeting the Queen. I couldn't care less about that.

Its the fact that ADAM HILLS is standing next to her meeting the Queen. ARGHHHHHHHH!!!!

So I was curious to see whether Gaga's performance from the Royal Variety show had been put on youtube yet and so i looked it up. and then i was watching that video going "is that... is that Adam... holy shit i think thats Adam.... IT IS ITS FUCKING ADAM OMG OMG OMG!!" *cue pixie exploding*

Adam Hills is my hero. No seriously he is. I have named him as my hero many times when people ask me. He is an oisome comedian, but more important than that, he is a wonderful and genuinely nice individual. One of the most happiest moments in my life was when I got to meet him.

*siiiiiiigh* love you Adam. I feel bad that I havent been keeping up with what you're doing. But you see, i dont go on my myspace anymore and so i havent been keeping up with your blogs. I promise to do better.

i'm like, so smart

Tue, 08 Dec 2009 01:03:16 GMT

thanks for the photo iluvpoto . maybe now people will start taking me seriously now that they know I'm into reading and shit.

Anybody want to give me a penny for my thoughts??

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 07:55:09 GMT

1. I have my first freckles of summertime and feel awesome about it!

2. My Epic Post about my trip to East Timor + photos will be coming later in the week. I have to wait for my father to come home as he has all my photos on his camera.

3. I met a young lass who goes by the name of hazy_crazy today. You guys, cereal, Jess is a lovely lovely person who me and Pearly had lots of fun with. And her friends were super nice as well. I love it when I meet my LJ friends in real life and they turn out to be as awesome as I suspect they are.

4. I went to the wedding of a good friend on Saturday. It still kind of freaks me out cause she's my age and I am totally not ready for my friends to be getting married. Even though I was rather tired as I had only gotten back into the country the night before... it was fun getting all dolled up (well actually... allowing my friends to doll me up). Here be a photo. I'm on the far left next to the beautiful bride.

5. Wrote bout 3000 more words on my Epic-fic today. Boo yeah! I am totally going to get this mother-trucker finished this holidays.

6. I had something else to put here but I just can't......... remember what it was. Oh well, I'm sure it will come to me eventually. *grins*

happy hunting everyone! =D

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 12:39:50 GMT

so yeah, had dinner with the President of a country last night.

I just like being able to say that. haha

Bondia everyone!

Fri, 27 Nov 2009 02:53:09 GMT

Just hanging with my peeps at the Atabae Community Health Centre. Incase you can't spot me, I am the rediculously large and tall, white girl. :)

i'm leaving on a jet plane

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 12:24:25 GMT

I'm not going to write up another New Moon review. Because I'm too tired and I probably wont have time in the morning to respond to any comments you guys make anyway.

Let me just say this. I still stand by my recommendation that everyone should go see it. However I would NOT recommend seeing it again, unless you put a fair amount of time between viewings. Cause when you see it a second time, you are no longer wide-eyed and overwhelmed by the prettiness. And you have time to sit back and really absorb, as i did, just how crappy the movie is. it wasn't the nicest experience.

aneh-way.

My flight in the morning is at 8:30. Which equals me having to leave my house at 6:15am. Mothertrucker.

Oh well. Least I am all packed. I'm trying to be excited, but I'm a bit sick at the moment, so it's proving to be a challenge.

I have to take malaria tablets. It was only after I took the tablet (which i have to take at the same time every morning) that my Dad started listing off from the pamphlet all the possible side-effects that the tablets could have. ie, nausea, oral and vaginal thrush, rashes, head aches, ulceration of the oesophagus ~~teeth and hair falling out~~ oh and apparently I'm not supposed to be exposed to too much sunlight. and no I'm not making that last one up. o_O

FUN!!

Anyway. I hope you guys have a lovely two weeks without me. I will be back on the 4th of December.

Try not to miss me too much. ;)

xoxox laura.

initial reaction from the movie-snob

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 12:10:14 GMT

this post is premature.

I want to see the movie again before I make any grand statements or decide whether I like the movie in its entirety.

What i will say is that the movie failed for me on maaaaaaaany levels. But I expected that so my panties are remaining untwisted for the moment.

But what it didnt fail on..... surprisingly and to this movie-snob's delight.... was Jacob/Bella.

Yes they didnt have nearly as much pre-tranformation as I wanted..... but it was there..... and it kind of worked. kind of.

But my point is.... what we got post-transformation almost made up for that. They went all out. They didn't gloss over anything in that department. Golly gosh, seeing things that you've imagined in your mind so many times displayed before you so visually.... its a real trip.

They completely showed (mutiple times) Jacob's sacrifices and just how understanding he was of Bella's fragile, i-cant-love-you-just-yet state of mind. You're heart goes out to him sooooooooo many times.

And they didn't sugarcoat Bella's behaviour either. It is shown very visually and unashamedly, how much she uses him. The amount of times I muttered the word "bitch!" to myself was totally in sync with the written material. They totally got the emotions between the two and there were lots of cheers and aaawwww's for Jacob in my theatre.

The only times J/B failed me, I dont think is really the actors faults. Some of the dialogue given to them was clunky and.... well..... Rosenfail-ish.

But yeah, since Jacob and J/B are teh only things I was interested in in this movie, they seem to be the only thing I can remember in detail.

I will probably do a more detailed write-up of it if I get time on Sunday after I see it again with Pearly.

OMG I AM GOING TO EAST TIMOR IN 3 DAYS!!! :O

photospam of car + hair ;)

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 00:05:43 GMT

Everybody, I'd like you to meet Martin.

He is my new baby.

His full name is Martin the Queer Car.

Isn't he adorable?? I inherited him. He's middle-aged and a closeted-gay. Don't mention it though, he's a bit touchy about his age and sexuallity.

I still don't know how to drive him yet. He's very old-fashioned. But he's mine and I love him!!~! I wanted to have a photo of me hugging Martin but none of my stupid siblings would come and take the damn photo for me. *grumbles*

FYI, the reason I named him Martin the Queer Car was to help me remember my number plate. ;)

Oh and I know some peeps have been requesting photos of my new hair. I tried taking a few yesterday but the flash kept fucking up the colour.

First attempt with no tweaking. See, you can't really see the colour. fail.

Second attempt. Kinda better. But its been tweaked as you'll probably notice. However this is much closer to what the colour looks like in real life.

And finally, I hate my face in this one, but I loved how the photo brought out the colours in my hair, plus I had that totally groovy quiff thing going on. See this is the kind of orange i had originally wanted to dye it. oh well, enjoy the extra-close close-up. ;)

so there you are? What do you think of Martin? What do you think of the hair? Hope you enjoyed the photospam chickens.

:)

its bucketdancing time!!

Mon, 16 Nov 2009 23:28:53 GMT

I have handed in my last assignment for the year so that means

I'M ON HOLIDAYS!!!

ok everyone jump in the car. This sort of celebration calls for Bohemian Rhapsody!!!

oh and speaking of cars, I am going to be taking some photos of my "new" car today so more on that later when I do the formal introductions! :D

*continues bucketdancing to Butch Walker*

say hi to your mum for me

Sun, 15 Nov 2009 23:49:49 GMT

Rove Live had its final episode last night... and I missed it.

I just can't get over it. I can't believe its finished. How dare you Rove!!

Rove Live has been on for ten years, thats half my life that I have been watching Rove Live.

It shouldn't be a big deal cause it wasn't like it was my favourite show or anything (though i did love it, it was always just there), but it is a big deal cause i can't help feeling a little like... well what now??

It's not like in other countries where you lose one talkshow and there are like plenty of ones to replace it. Rove Live was pretty much IT for young and contemporary Australia. All I can think now is that when celebs or artists come to our shores theyre going to be stuck going on douchey shows like GMA. *cringe*

Wow. I had no idea that a TV show was such a big part of my life. It was great. Seriously for those of you who don't know it, take five minutes and just go onto youtube and search "Rove Live". He has had some of the funniest interviews with stars, and done some of the most epic things.

And he didn't give us any notice either. I actually think that was kind of selfish. Apparently he just annouced on the show something like, "Oh yeah, and this is our last episode ever". That's just not good PR. I wanna know what the grounds behind the decision are, it wasn't like the show was doing badly or anything. I had always imagined that it would be one of those shows that would go on for decades and I would be able to tell my kids that I had been watching it since I was a little girl. :(

Gah. Sorry, just in a bit of shock. I need my aussie girls to come and tell me "it will be alright". haha

p.s. All of the good aussie television shows are disappearing. First it was "Enough Rope", then it was "The Chaser" and now Rove?? Whats next? I swear I will slit my wrists if they take away "Spicks and Specks". D:

a perfect example of how a good song can become a GREAT song

Thu, 12 Nov 2009 13:18:35 GMT

rough afternoon... and not the good kind.

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 00:54:27 GMT

Gallantry is NOT back.

I was on the bus yesterday. My bad of groceries was sitting on the seat beside me. The crazy driver took a really sharp turn and my bag fell off the seat and my groceries scattered. During my swearing-adled reaction and trying to get down on the ground so i could pick everything up while crazy driver is still being crazy, my hand bag also fell over and scattered crap everywhere.

Not once during this time did anyone think to help me. i spent at least five minutes in the aisle by myself picking my crap up.

True, I was right up the back and it wasn't like the bus was packed or anything... but there was two men sitting close enough by to see and hear my struggles. One of them old enough to know what "gallantry" is, and a young one who had made eyes at me when i got on. They both just ignored me and continued reading their newspaper/book.

I was stunned, and then I was pissed. Now I'm just cynical. Stupid fucking gallantry and your non-comeback!

On another note does anybody know a good substitute for coffee/Red Bull/caffeine tablets. I need energy to study but I dont like the taste of coffee and RB, and caffeine tablets make me go weird. Tea just isnt cutting it at the moment and I keep dropping off to sleep.

naaaaaawwww. i made a famous fashion blogger's day just little bit better

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 01:58:32 GMT

Ok so the Australian media is doing what the Australian media does best.... going apeshit anytime someone supposedly slanders one of our own.

sometimes theyre on the mark. This time theyre not.

So apparently my girl Gemma Ward, aka my personal MILF (model-id-like-to-fuck-and then marry), has no plans of returning to modelling. That's cool, I will miss seeing new photos of her, but she can do whatever (i actually think there may be a promising acting career in her future).

However when BryanBoy, a fashion blogger who is apparently a big deal (i have no idea, i'm pretty fashion-retarded), put photos of her on his website from her birthday recently, noting her curvier figure and hoping that she would continue modelling because he thought she was beautiful... apparently thats equal to calling her a fatty, not worthy of the fashion industry.

i don't think so.

of course there were cows in the comment section who said exactly that. I quote "CHECK THE SIZE OF THOSE THIGHS! No wonder obesity is rampant these days... it's your self-denial attitudes!".

And that was in response to THIS photo.

yah its safe to say i will NEVER understand the fashion industry.

However this poor blogger guy is getting thoroughly hounded by the press. so i left him a comment and apparently it made him feel better. naww.

Love you Gemma. I have had you and your freckles as my default for over a year now. thats a serious relationship right there! xx

ok i thought i was normal... pfft yeah right

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 22:53:53 GMT

ok i thought i was past this stage. i really did.

My eyes are watering, my stomach is twisting in knots, i'm sweating (though that might be just the heat) and i am currently very mad at myself and my body for feeling this way.

i thought i was at the point where I had repressed Breaking Dawn and it could no longer taunt me, and if it did, I could either laugh it off or ignore it.

But then i'm innocently scrolling through my f-list and i come across this list of voted favourite Wolf Quotes over on blackpack.

I found myself getting really upset that most of them were from BD. I just.... gah! I thought i was past all this hate towards BD!! I thought i was past the anxious feelings that i used to get in my stomach just thinking about it.

fuck you smeyer, you have no right to have this kind of effect on my life.

i get that other people are within there rights to like that shitpile of badly written fanfiction, but...... I still get upset when I see people liking and accepting it.

bah! maybe i'm just hormonal. where's my stash of chocolate?!

on a completely unrelated note i feel the need to point out, uhhhh yeah... nice try Kstew, but Emily was rocking those shoes waaaaaaaay before you were hun. :P

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plus she wears plaid much better and has holes in her stockings. can we say cuteness?! hee hee, poor kstew. even when you win with me (cause that was a bitchin outfit) you're still losing.

pixie out.

is in a glass case of emotion

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 12:04:12 GMT

i wanted ginger hair dammit!! and they gave me red again!!!

I had a plan.

I was inspired to get ginger hair cause i'm kind of in love with a Ginger atm and when he would see me with my ginger hair, he might put aside his shyness and comment on it. and then i could say he helped inspire it and BAM we'd live happily ever after!!

alas, my plan has been foiled.

I am now stuck with (totally rad) dark brown hair with bright red spikey tips.

I look way more rocker-chick and hardcore than I really am so that shall be fun.

Ginger will just have to wait till next time.

*le sigh*