I've been living in Melbourne for 4 months now. Time fly's when you're stressed as Hell. I quit my job, my trip to London has been postponed 3864236649 times, I've banned carbohydrates from my diet and in case you haven't noticed...I immigrated from blogger to wordpress. Sorry. I shouldn't take it out on you guys but I haven't really been sleeping and I could kill for something that has either flour or potato involved. ANYWAY. You like the new site huh? It's not entirely where I want it to be but it's the first step on the ladder to O.W.L domination (I don't know what that means) Look forward to some new writers in the coming weeks and you can also do a spot of shopping here now as well! I know ha? Bit fancy innit?
And in other news...
New nails! I went round for a while but fuck it...square might not be 'in' but anything goes in OWL land so shove your trends up your ass. Square nails fo lyf.
Beck back in Perth sent me a belated birthday present. How good is the little heart shaped frying pan for eggs?! This girl reads bloody minds I tell you, because I am eating so many eggs being on this protein famine shit. At least now they can be in a nice shape.
My friend Alex went to the States and back and bought me THAT nail file and kitsch as all Hell Vegas shot glass...she knows me so well. I also got a belated birthday present from her which is the retro pineapple dish, the plastic palm tree stirrer thingo's and that superb scarf. Ok...it wasn't that belated, she actually gave it me on the day but she was scared I was gonna lose it at the cleerrrbbbbb so she kept in her bag and I only got it then. I tell ya, you only lose your iPhone like twice and now everyone thinks you lose shit.
I also invested in a bouncy ball this week. Then Jules though it would be hilarious (it wasn't) to bounce it in the supermarket and it bounced off the wall and she dropped it (obviously) and it rolled under the counter. Worst 50 cents I ever did spend.
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The elevator in my building is perfect for narcissistic photo shoots on your way out. Do you like that jacket I just copped? It's by....hmmm...lemme check the label....it's by ASUZA and whoah! It totally has pockets that zip up in the lining! I never noticed that before. God. So glad I did this post. I was on my way to Alex's birthday dinner btw.
Protein based diets aren't that bad actually hey. Like, I almost fainted twice and I have had 36 headaches but I lost 2kgs so it all evens out. I mean, you can eat everything that's on this plate...just no toast! Don't even miss it to be fair. Haha, how funny does that haloumi look? It's like a crocodiles face! Kinda.
This is my little friend Asha. (she's only 5ft) She was the first friend I ever made in Australia and she just moved to Melbourne too so it's happy days all round! She'll hate me for posting this but she's so cute no?
How have you all been? What have you been up to? Lets talk more about YOU! x
Isaiah 51:1 Look to the rock from which you were cut and to the quarry from which you were hewn;
The world cup is about to kick off in a week. How could I forget with the 400 out of my 900 facebook friends being in South Africa and reminding me with countless status updates! Urgh. This is the fucking worst thing about travelling ... I don't mean international sporting events, I mean when something mega rad happens back home and you aren't there! You can't even claim it just because you are South African and the event is being held in South Africa. Nah...sozz buddy, doesn't count. You have to actually be on African soil to claim any kind of affiliation.
I have no kids but the pride I feel for my country is probably similar to that of a parents pride for their spawn, er I mean children. Like if they do real well at school or some shit, as a parent, you just feel like you have done something great too because you are connected to the little grommit. Meantime, it's the kid that did all the work and the folks actually didn't do shit. When I hear Die Antwoord are involved in some kind of zef style world domination, or Faith 47 has produced yet another work of beauty, when I see Nelson Mandela on the telly (I reckon old mate is gonna live forever hey) or when they advertise South African trips before the movie starts at the cinema, my little jaded heart swells with boastful pride. I wanna scream out, 'Hey! That's where I'm from! How fucking cool is it?!' But what good would it do? Does it even count?
The thing is, I don't even really FEEL South African anymore. I think I developed some kind of protective installation in my brain that stops me from becoming a nostalgic mess. I live by the saying, 'I live where ever I am' - and up until now, it has worked for me. Except when the place in which I was hewn going quite frankly "fucking berserk" I can't help but feeling that I might be missing all the fun.
