Run, wild and free
It’s kinda strange how so much has changed in a matter of months, but there you have it - life as it is will never stop and wait for you to be ready. I doubt myself a lot, wondering if I really am all that prepared for the coming future, but nothing can be done and there’s no point in whinging anyway. Let’s just get on with it, and let things fall into place by themselves.
Funny how different parts of my life are simultaneously falling apart and coming together. Just a little bit schizo, not a full-blown 100% nutter yet.
Call me picky, but there’s just something about Tumblr that appeals so much to me right now. Maybe it’s the communities to join in, or the much friendlier interface as compared to Blogger. Or maybe it’s just that I no longer feel the need to type paragraph after paragraph of words just to make my points clear.
Either way, here’s to longevity. And hopefully I’ll be staying put.
Hullo.
I’m back. And this time … I think it’s for good. :)
MY NEXT TATTOO = A ROW OF ILLUSTRATED MOLARS. JUST BECAUSE THEY KICK ASS.
Taken from one of my sister’s awesome gifts to me, a copy of Marc Johns’s book of illustrations, H is for Holy Crap. Marc Johns is pretty much one of my all time favourite artists so I nearly screamed my sister’s ears off when she presented it to me, loosely wrapped in several flimsy sheets of tracing paper. It was fucking sweeeeeet.
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit
OMG I was fiddling around with my Tumblr settings and accidentally installed another theme. -_- And I have no backup of my other one. This is fucking retarded. Layout’s gonna be fucking tuff on the eyes for a bit, but I’m can’t be fucked to sit down and do some HTML coding now. The sun’s still out at five p.m. and I’d much prefer to laze around.
Sometimes I need a little reminder of how beautiful Australia is and why I’ve made the decision to stay here.
HP&TDH
I KNOW I’M GONNA SOUND LIKE SUCHA GAY CUNT BUT I WILL WATCH HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS BY THE END OF NEXT WEEK.
(via Hanneli)
The shitty thing about living in Melbourne is its unpredictable weather. Perfect example - we’re supposed to be on the cusp of summer now and yet it’s currently nearing 10 degrees and the winds are making my windows and doors creak. :/ So instead of looking for summerwear (of which I’ve got plenty anyway), I’ve been very interested in the A/W trends this year, including destroyed knitwear (FUCK ME SO PRETTY) and loads of khaki/beige/camel brown. But question is: where the fuck will I wear my shredded knit sweaters to when it gets hotter?
Everything’s the total opposite in Australia, including the seasons. -_-
P.S. Because I know all Asians seem to look the same to other races - that’s not me in that photo.
SLEEP WHEN YOU DIE,
REST WHEN YOU SLEEP.
Eight years after I’d first heard this piece and it still gives me goosebumps. In fact I went through a stage in which I’d cry like hell whenever a select few of Yann Tiersen’s compositions were played because he’s just one fucking top composer whose music reduces me into a sobbing mess curled up in a foetal position. Don’t know why, he’s just that good.
