These boots are made for walking

Well it certainly has been an epically long time since I've written anything on here. I've been devoid of a laptop because my laptop charger had died on me and it took a week to get a replacement. I could have accessed the blog on my parents PC but it is so damn slow.

Not much has been happening, except I've been watching Hot Fuzz practically everyday (awesome), if not then at least some kind of Simon Pegg related thing. I just looked at my google reader account. 73 blog entries I have to read! That's crazy!

My parents are like so going to China in two days. WOO. I hope they bring me back a really good and fluffy bathrobe thing. That's all I want. And no, there will be no parties! I'm not the type to throw parties. I've got dogs. And a brother I have to feed for three weeks. It's not all that awesome. Plus, you know, don't like being a drunken slag in front of people I'm related to. It makes me feel naked.

One thing I do want to share with y'all is these new boots I just bought from asos. My friend from work introduced me to asos and it's literally awesome. I was lusting after a pair of Opening Ceremony clog boots for ages but obviously I can't afford or fathom spending so much money on shoes. I was browsing asos and I found these babies. Sure, they aren't exactly like the Opening Ceremony ones, but they sure are wonderful. They were also $100 cheaper so bonus! Check out my skillful leg work:


Boots by Kurt Geiger, bought from asos.com
Jeans by Cotton On

The only weird thing with these is the show laces. I don't have a photo, but the shoe laces are fucking long. I don't know why. I can't even tie them properly without looking like a clown so I've tucked the laces inside the shoes. That only works for photos though. I wore them out to dinner and the shoe laces started spilling out of the boots.

Regardless, I love them! I bought them a size bigger than what I normally wear since it really is better to have the shoe a bit bigger than a bit smaller when you're buying from the web. And with boots, you can chuck in some insoles and thick socks to balance things out.

Anyway, that's really all I want to say. I might write some more tomorrow. Who knows! In the meantime, have a good night!

Sugar spell it out

I feel like making a list now.

Places I want to visit and why:

Canada: Tegan and Sara/Robin Scherbatsky/Poutine/Deep-fried cheese curds. I want to visit Montreal, Vancouver, Ontario and Alberta. I don't know what's there in Ontario or Alberta, but it's mentioned heaps in How I Met Your Mother, and that show is awesome.

San Fransisco: Annabel Ly's blog/food/culture. I follow the blog, Blushing Ambition, where the lovely Annabel indulges us with all the lovely food she eats with her bf and the wonderful clothes she wears. It seems stunning, and I love food. I really want to go there.

Hong Kong: Disney world/authentic yum cha/shopping. My partner and I are in talks of maybe going to Asia again this summer. I think Hong Kong will be awesome because everything is like so cheap, food will be amazing and DISNEY WORLD FUCK YEAH.

Ireland: Guinness/David O Doherty/Cillian Murphy/really green grass. I've always dreamed that Ireland would be the place I flee over to if I ever need to "discover" myself in a foreign country. I have plans to shack up with a sexy, rugged Irish man, and maybe come back home with a pseudo-Irish accent.

Singapore/Malaysia/Thailand/Vietnam: Food/food/food/food. FOOD.

I'm feeling happy today. I feel really good. I don't know why. Maybe it has something to do with having a good night's sleep, and some kind of Tegan and Sara dream. Yes, I am thoroughly obsessed with them. They always circulate around attending one of their gigs and meeting them. This time, Tegan and I discussed Irigaray and Sara said she liked me collar bones. Ha. I wish.

I feel really... productive, even though all I've done is make myself food to eat. I've got a film I will be filming with some lovely ladies, a TV show I'm also filming with another good friend. I've also decided that I want to look into feminist and queer films for honours, and writing a script that will hopefully be made. I may even dabble in directing, who knows. Ah. I feel happy.

AND... I will be a guest on my dear friend Susie's radio show, "Flash in the Pan", tomorrow afternoon at 3pm, SYN on 90.7fm. Seriously, if you're in Melbourne, do check it out. We will be gushing about Masterchef. And I might, just might, sigh over hot men on that show. AND... there will be some food related songs so stay tuned.

The day my stomach burst

Last night, I had dinner at a lovely Thai restaurant called Patee Thai. It's situated at 371 Brunswick Street, Fitzroy, right opposite another culinary delight, Vegie Bar.

It's absolutely gorgeous when you step inside: nice and dim, filled with some beautiful Thai paintings and ornaments. Please excuse the crappy iPhone photographs. I will make the effort to carry a proper camera next time.





One of the coolest things about Patee Thai is you can choose how you want to dine. For example, you can choose to sit at a table, or you can sit on the floor. If you do choose to sit on the floor (like we did), I would seriously recommend two things. One, make sure the shoes you are wearing aren't too difficult to take off. Yes, to eat sitting on the floor you need to take your shoes off. My partner learned the hard way and had to spend a few extra seconds to take off his Chuck Taylor shoes. The next thing I recommend is that you should have feet that don't smell. It would suck if you were dining and someone's feet stink. Luckily no one around us had bad foot odour.

We ordered:


Yummy Thai Fish Cakes. We always order them, and these are so frigging good. The sauce, we noticed, had honey it it instead of a thick sugar syrup for sweetness. AWESOME.


Grilled Chicken, Marinated in Tumeric and Coriander Roots. This was delicious. They also added some coconut milk/cream to add a bit of sweetness. So fucking good.


Cashew Prawns. This one was full of vegies. It was so tasty. It was sweet and spicy, and generous in sauce so it tasted great with our rice.

After dinner, we decided to head to a cafe called Tin Pot. It's a lovely cafe in North Fitzroy. My partner and I stopped there before we trekked over to Patee Thai for a coffee. The menu is scribbled on blackboards, and their bread and butter pudding caught my eye.



Now, I should explain that the two of us were very full from dinner, and we had plans to just rock up at Tin Pot and share a dessert. When we rocked up at Tin Pot, we saw apple crumble with ice cream so we ordered bread and butter pudding (me) and apple crumble (him), plus so tea to wash it all down.


Apple Crumble with Ice Cream. So delicious!


Bread and Butter Pudding with Creme Anglaise. It was dense, creamy and rich. Absolutely delicious with the strawberry.


Our tea. I opted for some peppermint tea to help with digestion.

We couldn't finish our desserts. We were like two turtles on their backs, beached in our chairs, enjoying the warmth of the little fireplace.

Wish List

I'm procrastinating here. I'm sitting on my bed, nomming on some friendship rings. I'm meant to vacuum the house. Lame. So instead, I'm thinking about all the films I want to watch and what new clothes I want. I've been really into jackets lately, which is terrible, because jackets are expensive as. Here's one from Forever New that I quite like:


I wouldn't wear it the way it's been styled here. In fact, I don't know what I would wear it with. But it's just so nice. I should try it on. Who knows what it would look like. I'd probably go for some kind of checked shirt, buttoned up high, with some jeans and nice shoes. Boots or flats.

Another item I want is this Evil Twin shirt from General Pants:

I saw it in Frankie (yes, Tegan Quin was modelling it) and I really like it. I just want to try it on in a larger size to see how that looks. I'm excited by this one because it can be worn with leggings or some nice stockings and boots. I just really like the sleeves. But $79.95? I don't know if that's worth it.

Maybe I should think about this while I vacuum?

Over you, over you...

My pals over at vehementoolbox are awesome people and would like all of you to join in and write a blog post about a song you can't stop listening to.

Nothing easier and more fun than writing about a song you love right now. For me, I am absolutely loving a few Tegan and Sara songs. I love a lot of their songs, if not all of their songs. But the ones that have been on repeat are definitely "On Directing", "Alligator", "The Con", "Nineteen" and the surprisingly awesome "Feel it in my bones". That one has been played 221 times, almost surpassing the 272 times I've listened to Sean Lennon's "Tomorrow". Win.



So why is this the one I can't stop listening to, almost trouncing Sean lennon's simple little song? Well because it's so amazingly good. It's so unlike what Tegan and Sara normally do. It's just hot, to say the least. And the video is just stunning. It makes me want to cut my hair short and wear high collared shirts. Ah, wait, I've already done that.

I also met Tegan and Sara, and it wasn't a simple I saw them on the street sort of thing, either. I actually was asked to film them and they were just so cool. And yes I have photos, but I'm not publicly displaying my nerdy fan girl grin on the internet. Actually, I've already done that on facebook. Tee hee. Ah, I'm so lame.

Anyway, here's the video I filmed. They were talking about same sex marriage, and it was great. I love them.



They said they loved the video too. I'm so acknowledged right now.

It's in the special way we fuck...

When I was younger, Placebo was just this band everyone talked about in bits. I had never heard their music until I was about 17 when my friend loaned me his copy of Meds. It was, quite simply, amazing, but I only started listening to it compulsively in my first year of uni. It was on my ipod for months. It always reminds me Marilyn Manson's Mechanical Animals.

Anyway, I went to see Placebo on Monday and I have to say, it's been ages since I've been in a mosh pit. I actually thought to myself, "you are too old for a mosh pit." But then again, it's not like I've been in heaps of mosh pits before. I've only been in one raging one (at Good Charlotte, when I was 15). Oh wait that is not true. I was in the mosh pit at Escape the Fate. Let's not go there, please.

I just want to add that I don't mind being in the mosh pit, but I do prefer being at the back where there is a better view and more room to breathe in. I was actually really close to the front at the start of the concert and as usual, I was pushed back. I don't mind that too much. What I do mind is when someone in the mosh decides it's all right to do a fart in such a confined area. It was disgusting and people around me were shouting, "STOP FARTING!".Then there was this woman who smuggled in a goon bag. That was genius. Utter genius. I'm not going to write how she did it but it is awesome. It was like when NWA sang Fuck the Police.



The thing about Placebo is that they are intoxicating. Their songs reel you in, if not for the melody then for the lyrics. Everything is very intense, sort of almost abstract in a way and just emotionally-charged. The song 'Drag' is so self-loathing, angry and desperate. "Pierrot the Clown" evokes such isolation and sadness. The thing I love most about Placebo's music is that it's so honest and elicits incredible imagery.







That night, Stefan Olsdal, a tall and willowy man, donned a silver suit that looked like it was made out of aluminum. He looked like some kind of dapper spaceman. If space men had office jobs, they would wear what Stefan wore.



Brian Molko, this beautiful, androgynous man. There's no other word to describe him. He is this hauntingly beautiful man, with a voice that is indescribable, but not because it's a beautiful voice. It's a voice that is both powerful and vulnerable. It's somewhat croaky but each small croak joins together with the other croaks to melt into one smooth note. It's so hard to describe. Brian simply wore a t shirt and a vest, both in dark grays, bordering black. It was so hard to see the band but every time I saw Brian, it was like I was breaking the surface of this mosh pit sea, this suffocating, sweaty, putrid-smelling sea and grabbing hold of air. To see Placebo was to breathe. It was so intense.



By the end of the night, my t shirt was drenched, my neck was aching, my ears ringing, my mouth dry. It was amazing.

phwoar!

I was doing my usual morning tweeting and I found something hilarious on Mia Freedman's blog mamamia. It is actually hilarious. Someone made a list of men women want to sleep with and a list of men women don't want to sleep with. Take a look (just a heads up, I'm going to be rather crass in this post):

Guys you would never suspect we want to have sex with but we’d totally do:

• Eddie Izzard in full drag
• Alan Rickman
• Gene Wilder as Willy Wonka
• Steve Buscemi
• Benicio Del Toro
• John C. Reilly
• The deformed guy from Mask because he was nice and also he seems like he’d be really grateful
• Captain Jack Sparrow
• Prince, even though he’s technically smaller than us
• Gary Oldman
• Adrien Brody
• Phillip Seymour Hoffman
• Both of the lead guys on Shawn of the Dead (but not at the same time)
• New Spock
• Schroeder from Peanuts
• Our best male friend at work whom you assume is gay but actually isn’t
• That limpy doctor on House. I think his name is “House”. And his cane.
• David Bowie when he was in Labyrinth
• Will Ferrell
• Paul Rudd
• Will Ferrell and Paul Rudd at the same time while the limpy doctor from House watches
• Your brother

Guys you assume we want to have sex with but actually we totally don’t:

• Tom Cruise
• Fabio
• Ashton Kutcher
• Our second best male friend at work who actually *is* gay but you don’t believe us
• The guy at the gym whose neck is larger than his head and he can’t put his arms down
• That same secretary at my job that you think is hot, and yeah, I know she’s not a dude but I’ve seen you ogle her and trust me, I could tap that. You couldn’t.
• That’s not a dare, by the way.
• Johnny Depp as Willy Wonka
• Your other brother

Taken from mamamia

What do you guys think? For me, yes for:
- Alan Rickman
- Adrien Brody
- Simon Pegg (even sexier in Hot Fuzz)
- Gary Oldman (but only in Harry Potter and Dracula, but without the accent and pre-weird dracula body)
- House (fo sho)
- Benicio del Toro (something about him screams 'beast in the sack')
- David Bowie

I'd also add:
- Chris Noth (not because of Sex and the City, just because he is gorgeous)
- David Tennant (fo sho and scottish accent please)
- Cillian Murphy (irish accent please)
- James McAvoy (scottish accent please)
- Jason Segal
- Pharrel Williams
- Will.I.Am ([fo sho] x 12384784834)

As for the guys I don't want to have sex with:
- Fabio (muscly men ain't my thang)
- Ashton Kutcher (just doesn't interest me)
- Johnny Depp as Willy Wonka (really disturbing. But I'd totally do him if he was Ichabod Crane from Sleepy Hollow)
- Zac Efron (Vanessa Hudgeons is too good for you)
- Taylor Lautner (you were Shark boy)

Wow this list has really turned into an "older men I want to bang" list. Ah. Sorry for the lewdness. Here's a sexy picture of Will.I.Am.


image from here

He reminds me of Sean Lennon there. Oh, I totally forgot to add Sean Lennon to my list.

I will battle for the sun

I have been getting in touch with a lot of Power Rangers. The good one ie. the first season. My favourite is obviously Trini Kwan because she's super awesome and partly because she's an asian lass like me. There's also the underlying chemistry between her and Billy Cranston (who I have a massive crush on right now, even though the actor him self is about 40 years old). Billy really reminds me of my partner so that probably explains why I have a massive crush on him. I sometimes like to pretend that I am Trini and that he is Billy. Yeah. Kinda sad, isn't it?


How tank does Billy look *epic sigh*


photos from here

What I have noticed after watching many episodes is that the fashion on the show is quite similar to what is in right now. The show was made in the early 90s, and currently we seem to be into early 90s silhouettes. I feel like I could totally draw inspiration from Trini and Kimberly. I love the Power Rangers so much.





Also, on a completely different subject, I'm going to see Placebo on the 22nd of February. I'm super excited!

You ain't never gonna change

I have foolishly, foolishly imposed a "no new clothes for two months" ban on myself after buying a new dress and denim shorts today. I then foolishly went on the Sportsgirl website and I see so many things I want, although it's not the clothes I want, just some accessories. They have these leopard print stockings that I want desperately want. Plus these gems:


Anyway, I guess I'll have to wait maybe two weeks or something. These are the shorts I got today from General Pants co:


I saw this top and I thought about trying it on but judging by the price tag ($69.95), I thought I'd stop myself.

I hope my fat ass can hustle up some gatorade... whatever that means

Oh man this year is going to be FIERCE!

During my trip to Singapore and Malaysia I've had smalls bursts of inspiration to do all sorts of things. First semester, I am going to do a screenwriting course. I hope it will help improve my script writing ability, and possibly help me churn out some awesome ideas for a script. At the moment, I want to write a zombie comedy (zombcom?). I don't know what the story line is going to be, but I have a few characters that I definitely want to use. I need to nut this out a bit more, but hopefully, it turns out to be awesome.

Another thing I want to pursue is documentary. After producing/directing one for uni, I feel like I really want to do it. There is so much in our world, so many stories that need to be told or information that needs to get out there. After going to Malaysia and immersing myself with all sorts of people, I really want to make documentaries that explore culture and people, possibly geared in the direction of death, like funerals and mourning. It's all very vague right now, but I have a team already confirmed and willing to help me, so I'm feeling very inspired.

This then leads to work placement. I officially cannot graduate until I complete 80 hours of work in my field. This desire to make documentaries makes me want to crew for doco makers, learn how the professionals do it, plus just see what other stories people are interested in and learn about how to film under pressure.

Now onto a totally different topic, I am soooo going to wear lipstick this year. I bought this baby in Malaysia:



It's anna sui, number 350 in the matte version. I think it's awesome and looks good on me (the photo doesn't do the lipstick any favours). I'm very excited about this.

So yeah. 2010 is going to be FIERCE!!

Jimmy quit acting like an idiot and disect your frog

WOOOOOO!

I'M GOING TO SINGAPORE TOMORROW!!

Which means, I finally get to start packing for my trip. I'm so excited. I've never travelled alone, and I am so keen for Singaporean food, Topshop, meeting up with the partner. After a week, I'll be off to Malaysia, meeting up with some dear friends there, eating at my friend's mum's Swiss cafe. It's going to be great!

So, I guess, I should start packing...

Will you just look at these... breasts!

I'm currently looking through the website style like u. It's a good read now and again, just to see what sort of people exist in this world and how they express themselves. Go check it out when you have some time. As I was going through this website, a wave of nostalgia swept over me. I was just inundated with memories of fashion quandaries I had to sort out when I was younger.

When I starting developing boobs, I had a real problem with bras. I hated wearing them because they were uncomfortable. So I wore training bras for a really long period of time and that drove me crazy because I became really paranoid with nipples poking through t-shirts and things. I had this tank top with a Charlie's Angels print on it and I really liked wearing that because the print acted as a barrier that stopped nipples poking through.

After that there was this problem I had with tank tops and singlets. What were they? What was the difference? How would I describe them in writing? That was a HUGE problem for me. I could not get over that. I tried to write stories and describe the clothes being worn by my characters, which, might I add, was the best part of writing stories, but I could never really understand the difference between tanks and singlets. It drove me insane.

Then there was this other fiasco where I couldn't wear spaghetti strap singlets because I hated bra straps showing (of course nowadays, you'd just wear a strapless bra). I couldn't bring myself to wear a singlet without a bra (re: nipple issues) and so I gave up on them altogether. As well, I was also really jealous of people who could wear singlets in public because they didn't have my nipple problem. When friends wore singlets to school, it made me very jealous.

Of course, now, I don't care at all, although I still don't like nipple action. But it doesn't bother me as much because I wear a bra now. In fact, I hate not wearing a bra now...

...probably because of my nipple problem

doof doof doof

Oh Oh Oh!!!

There's this song that we play at work that I really really like. Normally I don't like the music they play at work because a lot of it is stupid dance music. But this particular song just reminded me of Placebo in a weird way, like if Placebo was feeling a bit cheerful, that's what they'd make. But of course, my work would NEVER play Placebo, as awesome as they are. (Just a side note, I'm going to see Placebo in Feb. Massively stoked).

So I've spent many many nights trying to find what song this was and came to no avail. Then I asked someone at work. And this is, my friend, was the song:

sorry, bro....

Day off today. I have sweet sweet things planned: dog walking, making dinner while I watch Black Books, clean my room while I day dream about Singapore. I only realised today that I'm going to be overseas next Tuesday. It's so exciting! I'm incredibly pumped. I have already written up my to-bring list. It's much longer than what I would like it to be, but that's all right. I'm most excited about finally stepping into a Topshop. I probably won't be able to afford it but I can buy accessories and hosiery. I've seen their stockings: I want everything. This is going to be awesome-oh!

Oh by the way, trivia night tomorrow. We are going to WIN! I'm pumped as!

I think I'm going to buy a lot of shoes in Singapore. All of these awesome shoes are from Forever 21:







I WANT THEM ALL!

Baby, it's cold outside...

Guess what kind of awesomeness I snapped up yesterday at the Boxing Day sale? While I did work about 11hrs yesterday, I did manage to participate in the sale. And the best thing was, I didn't even pay for it. I got a pair of shoes as a gift. It was supposed to be a joke and she said I could return the shoes if I wanted. So I did. I returned them for a credit note. All $99.95. That's an expensive joke.

Anyway, on my break yesterday, I was walking past my favourite shoe store and found that the shoes I have been dreaming about for months has gone on sale. From $149.95 to...

...$99.95!!

Yeah. That's right. Fuck. Yeah. I'm so wearing them to uni when it's cold. I'm gonna wear dresses and stockings and a warm coats and scarves and have nice eye make up on. Yeah. That's right. Here's a photo:

Salami

There are two things that I love most, after things like family and certain/celebrities/money. One of them is clothes. The other is food. I don't know what order that would be in but I love them both equally, and I have a weird relationship with both too.

I will be going to Singapore and Malaysia in January and I am so psyched about it. I'm sort of going by myself. I'm flying by myself, which will be a first for me. But I will be going to Malaysia with my partner for a bit of fun there. I have a dear friend whose mother and father own a Swiss restaurant in Penang called Edelweiss. Both my partner and I are eager to visit there, although I'm slightly unsure of what I can possibly eat there because I don't eat pork, and from what I can see from the restaurant menu, almost everything has pork in it. But other than that, I'm so stoked about it.

I've spent the whole day pretty much googling all the places to shop and Im just really excited. There's the famous Orchard shopping centre and Orchard Central. Absolutely intense layers of hard core shopping. I've also been notified that the Far East Plaza is a good place to find awesme and unique bargains, so I'm definitely up for that. Though I have to admit, 25% of why I want to go to Singapore is because of Topshop. In Australia, we've been denied the awesomeness that is Topshop, possibly because it will challenge and evetually invade Sportsgirl's business.

Therefore, I've decided that as soon as I check into my hotel, I will be wondering around on Orchard Road and visiting the famous Topshop. I'm also thinking about getting my hair cut too. I'll be meeting up with my partner later in the night so hopefully a GOOD haircut might surprise him.

So here's the plan:
- Check in
- Find Topshop
- Get a haircut
- Eat something amazing

Ahhh. That's right. Eating.

I've been looking at all these websites, telling me where I should eat etc, and honestly, I don't think I am staying in town long enough to eat everything. There are, however, some dishes I really must try out:

- Chilli crab
- Indian Mee goreng
- This chicken burger that is crusted with hazelnuts, and has a coffee-infused mayo
- Any kind of delicious dessert

I found a blog called Grab Your Fork and the lass who writes the blogs went on a trip to Singapore, sampling all sorts of deliciousness. It's simply wonderful and I really recommend you read it. I just love re-reading everything she's documented. It's awesome! Do check it out.

So reading everything has really put me in a good mood. I want to go to Singapore ASAP. It actually inspired me to make roti canai, although I just made the curry sauce, not the roti. I'm not a genius. There are no photos because I am too ashamed of what I made. I simply cannon bring myself to call what I made roti canai, despite its deliciousness.

Anyway, I feel like I should make some kind of itinerary for myself to follow. I will be mostly alone and I hope I will be able to find some of my Singaporean friends once I get there.

Oh man I am so excited!

and wishing I could wake up every morning next to you

I need you here

I have somehow managed to, uh, how do I say this? Reawakened my mild infatuation with Ronan Keating. I think when I was about, oh gosh, about 12, I thought Ronan was pretty awesome due to an interview he did with Rove McManus. This was YEARS ago. I don't know why but I just thought he was quite brilliant. I had no reason for thinking him brilliant though. He was just... well, really hot. But I was twelve at the time and was somewhat ashamed that I thought he was hot. I think it also had something to do with that song "lovin' each day". Oh, that was awesome.

The funny thing is, I never really knew Boyzone. The only association I had with Boyzone was my Grade Six teacher mentioning that she and her young nephew enjoyed singing to Boyzone in the car. It's very cute.

Anyway, just look at the way he walks in his video clips. He's so ... I don't know, confident. He's like, "yeah I walk like this because I know where I'm going". It's fucking hot.

Call me obscene but he looks like he'd be really good in bed. And it's not just sweet sweet love-making. Just imagine waking up with him next to you: That amazing Irish accent, plus the gravelly texture of the male voice in the morning is so seductive. Plus, you know, he's got a rather good body. Like it's probably not one that most women like but it screams, "yeah i was buff once, but check out my guns". Actually, I don't think Ronan Keating was ever buff. It doesn't matter. Who likes buff men anyway?

So, yes, right now, I have the horn for Ronan Keating. He's a massive babetron.