Miscellaneous chatter

Imagine if it was actually that simple. If decisions could be made by an external factor. Imagine if you could write your choices down on paper and watch them burn in an open fire, choosing the remaining one.

By now you have probably guessed that I am not your average blogger. I do not talk about one topic, I spread my focus out into a large array. I only wish I could post all my real problems on here, not just the superficial ones, however I’m still scared. Scared about who might read them, about what they’ll think. Or worse, that they’ll care too much that I can’t simply shut them down like all the others.

Problems, what am I talking about? Everyone has them. Only today I found myself thinking that there could not possibly be one person without any monumental problems, whether it’s family, friends, guys, or a combination of those. This led me to the conclusion that all people go through a downfall in one stage of their lives or another. Even if it’s not a mental breakdown or a case of depression something is bound to happen sooner or later, it’s inevitable.

I acknowledge that this is quite the boring blog tonight, but many people have asked me to blog. Which leads me to my next point, I write for other people. Soon I’ll blog something juicy, except only a few selected individuals will be able to see this as I want to remain honest without judgement. However, that will probably be in a few posts.

Stay tuned for exciting stuff soon, better yet; create something for me to write about !

The world is full of amazing things. Today I found myself developing a whole poem which sounded moderately good, all while walking home in irritating precipitation!

It went something like this:

“Imagine if everyone was the same,

The same houses, the same gardens.

Even the tulips would be two-by-two

If only everyone was identical, like robots.

All programmed to do the same things

To have the same interests and qualities.

No love, no hate and no uniqueness…”

Okay, I’ll admit the original was ten times better but I’ve lost motivation for this ‘poem’ so to speak so it’s not very good. Honestly, I lose motivation for a lot of things very quickly! There was a story I once wrote.. My, it was only last week! It was quite good (modesty is not my strong point) however it finished abruptly; or rather it didn’t finish at all. Unlike previous cheery stories I’m not sure if the ending of this one will be quite so happy…

In the end I do not know why I wrote this tonight. It’s merely a collection of spontaneous thoughts. No connection, no link with one another. Just mindless words thrown onto a page. Even brainwashing would be better than this; at least that would have some kind of result. This just leaves the reader confused and angered at the five or so minutes of their lives they just wasted with this. I’m sorry.

au revoir. xo

Vintage memories

Beep beep 5 o'clock, time to get up from my lazy arse, of lying around all day, doing nothing, and blog!

Nothing special happened today, nothing at all.

A few days ago I was wafting the net when I came across a few interesting things...
Firstly, it all began with my search for fairy lights online, as mentioned earlier. Anyway, from there, I found myself trying to find a Lomo camera or some other means to photograph things with a vignette look like this:

See how beautiful the natural romance looks in comparison with digital perfection?

Sorry, these things tale a while as I always find something pointless to distract myself with...
ahh yes, lomo camera:

I hear you say it looks a little old and tacky? Pfft. This amazing piece of ye old technology can be quite the little deceptive charmer. One often wonders if it's possible to take those amazing photos without endless hours spent with a cup of coffee in hand and photoshop beneath your fingertips. Well, thanks to this hidden treasure, this is now possible. In fact, this was probably possible long before any use of photoshop. (Don't quote me on that) It's the fact that this camera still uses film that attracts me to it, not to mention the amazing effects that can result from purposefully using expired film. (easily purchased from ebay)
Now don't get me wrong, this is great and all, but I'm not writing to advertise, this isn't even the main focus of tonights blog sesh!

After a few twilight hours spend looking up the almighty Lomo camera, I noticed that it was quite easy to mimic these effects with the use of the average SLR camera, that's if you're not afraid of smearing vaseline all over it!
My, oh my, how I seem to blab on about irrelevant things...
Later that blissful night, came the research of 'the Polaroid camera'. Yes, I am talking about the typical camera of the 19- (honestly do not feel like being sidetracked yet again in order to look that little piece of information up). Long story short, the user receives instant photos with a shake of the film. Anyone for a photo?

What I'm trying to say with all this blabbing on about things you do not care about is in fact the humble little photobooth seen above. No, not that little Asian photobooth where nine people try to squish themselves into an unimaginable space and then fight over editing the costly photos with the time ticking away in the corner of the screen. I'm talking about the vintage photobooth which supplied customarily three or four photos in black and white. None of this editing taking place, just the camera taking a snapshot of people lives. Then, the thrill of waiting for the adequately-sized photos to be developed and carried home without smudging the still-wet ink.

After finding various photobooths around the world, namely America, I realized it’s not the booths themselves that intrigued me; it was the people inside them. I don’t mean to say that I like looking at other peoples photos, well not in a creepy kind of way. At that moment in time, in the claustrophobic space and with the stripy wall behind them, people were happy. As if forgetting all their troubles upon entering, photobooths provided them with an escape route from reality; a place where fully grown people could act silly, that’s right, plain old silly. There would be none of this typical judgement, and with the low price of around $4 for a strip; they left with a smile spread across their faces and a lifelong memory. It’s amazing to think that something so bland as a booth could do this to people. If you just take a look, or even a quick glance at photographs created from them, this was in fact a machine of unity, happiness.

Yes, I know I sound like a preacher right about now, and I swear that was not my intention but these things are just so interesting to think about, especially in the middle of the night when you have nothing more to do! You say sleep, I say pfft.

Furthermore, after this initial discovery about the photobooths I discovered something far greater, something which was similar to something I was once going to do. A clever little man had found a way of bringing joy to complete strangers! With imagination, he found a popular area with a bench in site which received a lot of daily pedestrian traffic and attached a camera. A disposable camera mind you, I doubt anyone would sacrifice their expensive SRL camera for such social experiments...maybe a friends?. Camera tied up with string, and a note beside it… he left it for a day. This avoided the always awkward conversation of “Excuse me sir, may I take your photograph?” especially when it was directed towards strangers. By the end of the day, the camera had not been mugged and there was a roll full of fun other people had! Check it out here!

That is all for today,

au revoir. xo

Fuck my life.

Happens to the best of us.




au revoir. xo

Defining appearances

Appearances. What are they? They separate us from everyone else, give us identification, create misery.
Being the shallow person that I am, if I am not moderately satisfied with how I look in the morning, that defines my day. No matter where I'm going, no matter who I'm seeing. As I said, shallow.
Thanks to my lovely skin pigmentation disasters and the skin condition I seemed to have re-developed even though I eat an insane amount of healthy food, my day is still dependant on how I feel about myself. There's probably nothing to the common eye that is different, or at least noticeable about me yet for some bizarre reason I still feel insecure.

Today's society is still incredibly harsh on the appearance of ladies, of people in general. Fashion industries are still mainly dominated by wafer-thin models and pompous designers how are too interested about fashion sales and public image to take a stand. From countless essays written on body image, it is clear in my knowledge that girls still felt pressure to be thin to be accepted by the judgemental people of our society.

Not only am I shallow, but a hypocrite as well. Here I sit, writing about unhealthy models when I too strive to be like them. Even though I am aware of the repercussions, and I'm not saying I want to be underweight because that's just absurd, but I still feel the pressure from others around me. Yes, you may argue that there are many who see all types of body shapes as beautiful, I too am one of those people. But when it comes to my own body and insecurities, I still look towards that symbolised  hourglass figure shown below on Elizabeth Taylor in her younger years.

Two hours later... back to it! Make that 4 hours.. whoops !

Hmm, where was I? Oh, that's right! appearances.

I have recently become so 'obsessive' you could say with looks, that I find checking the scales mandatory in my daily wake-up routine. This, in conjunction with the thorough mirror check, define how my day is going to go. A little over the accepted value? Bad day. Under the accepted value? Good day.

Other things such as these define how I'm going to live my life on that particular day.

If only life was simple again, gone are the days when I could wear whatever tomboyish clothes I wanted, do my hair in a messy little updo and have no judgement.

I really don't know how to finish this little post of so I'll just say bye. buh bye!

au revoir. xo

Welcome to, my room.

From the 23 hours or so that I've had this blog, I've realized that it is extremely addictive. So addictive that I found myself wanting to blog all day long but thought it best to leave it to night time as I would just be spamming.

Onto my amazing idea for my bedroom!

It all began when I started checking out peoples tumblr and discovered fairy lights..but not just any fairy lights, not like the rainbow christmas fairy lights.. Fairy lights that one hangs up in their room to create an earthy vibe. Before I go any further, I'd like to point out that..I got sidetracked by facebook and forgot.. great.

Anyway, in an attempt to regain some memory I shall continue as if nothing has happened.. la la la.

See that image above? Well, firstly it's from this website and secondly, even though this is not a proper room, I would love to live in something like this!

Something a little more, hmm..affordable if not actually do-able would be this:

So, now you can see kind of what kind of fairy lights I'm referring to. Also, if anybody has any idea where to buy them from, i would be extremely happy as they are actually quite difficult to find!

My room is pretty much the same setup as that except its a single beg, and the bed frame is a darker brown, redwood/burgundy colour I'd say. Then again, I'm no specialist on wood colours.

Moving onto the wall design. At this point I have noticed that this little post will probably turn out to be like my little planning space as this is the first time I've really thoroughly thought about it. Before I can begin ANY work, I have to get rid of the mass mould accumulated on my floor. But enough about that, you can refer to my previous post if you're intrigued.

I get sidetracked very easily, for example this is taking me because what started and a sole tab being open, I now have 7.

Back to it! Above my bed, there shall be a Japanese cherry blossom tree like this one. It's going to look like a backwards r though, I mean, its shape.

Now that I come to think of it, it may start at the top right-hand corner and extend downwards. Something to figure out later!

So, in the end my room is going to have fairy lights, a peach or light brown/cream wall, a blossom tree pained on the wall, candles everywhere, a good vibe and a positive work space for when I actually bother to use my desk for something other than storage!

Now, where to begin...

au revoir. xo

What could have been

Right now I was supposed to be sitting in my bed, in my re-arranged room. There was supposed to be a good vibe and a blossom tree stenciled onto the wall behind me. It would be warm, with the flickering candle the only source of light besides the glowing laptop. Instead, there was a harsh reality when i moved my bed this morning.
After intense motivation to finally clean up my room and remove various unnessities such as the microscope I had gotten for my birthday when I was about 10. Music pumping, the clean up was going well! I even vacuumed! Something I would normally risk doing for fear that I'd have to do the whole house afterwards. Anyway, back to the story. So, feeling light and boppy, much light the music my iPod was playing, I decided to move my bed into the centre of my room for a change. Big mistake, BIG! Not only did my room seem as minuscule as it actually was, but there was a patch of discoloured carpet. What. An. Understatement. It was black and damp and repulsive. It was mould. See,, this is one of those times where i regret having the room right next to the bathroom. Besides times when certain family members went for spontaneous showers at ridiculous times, it was relatively alright, until today.
My, this was supposed to be another rant however I am yet to get to the point!
Long story short, my room has been turned into a worksite and smells like the aromatic scent mold usually is. What was supposed to be a room with positive energy, now feels like a cheap hotel.

Instead of my original plan, I am now sitting on my fold out couch complaining to 'the world' about my shit day. Weeeew.

On a brighter note, my next post will be what my room was originally planned to look like and I shall disregard all of this and pretend like it never happened.

au revoir. xo

P.S Remember that avocado sandwich I mentioned? Well, my day was further spoilt when I decided to have one for breakfast this morning (around 4 in the afternoon..) and to my despair, we in fact have none as they were thrown out. fml.

For you Mr Kettle

Troy Kettle wants to hear me rant, about what I hate, about other people.

Well Troy, you want to know what I hate?
I hate all the typical things; unfair power, war, fighting etc. etc. but as I said, they're all the common things that one hates.

You say you wanted to hear personal stuff hey?
Well, honestly I hate people who are friends with you one moment, then go off at you the next, kind of destroying the already frayed friendship. That's all well and good, they're people too, they can make decisions for themselves, but then when they turn it all around and suddenly speak to you as if nothing has happened.. well that's plain ridiculous! I mean, you put all this effort into mending a broken friendship even though you're left in the dark about what you actually did in the first place, and then without warning it's all fine again! Like seriously?

So, there's that little rant.

Hmm.. what else, let me see.. just bitchiness in general. Hypocrite I know, it is quite an addictive sport to participate in, almost like tennis. But unlike tennis the world would be better without it. World peace anyone?

I think that's a little taste of my ranting abilities for you although i assure you, if you happen to catch me when I'm super down as once before not too long ago, or rather I start venting away at your face on chat, feel free to just walk away, and this is to everyone in general. The worst thing is if I drag you into my problems and you're stuck there, oblivious to what you've gotten yourself into with the meek little reply of 'heey'.

I go off on tangents easily don't I?

Anyway, I'm really craving that avocado sandwich right about now, well..my mind is. However, due to the consumption of a bubble cup earlier today, I doubt my stomach agrees with my mind at this point in time.

au revoir. xo

Just a little intro.

So, with things like these, like blogs, you often find that you simply must give a little introduction for the reader cannot otherwise understand what on earth you're talking about half the time!
dun-dun-dunn drumroll please!
This is my first, and probably only blog. The reason for this is that it just takes up far too much time! Here I thought facebook was a distraction, and BAM i go and make a blog. *good thinking lizzie
From the 100 or so words I've just written, I can already see myself talking differently, as if to an audience.


This blog will not focus on anything in particular and may become private at some stage, depending on the content I post. After all, I don't want to be scaring all the little children away with all my emoness.


So yeah, enjoy!


au revoir. xo