Saturday, 17 October 2009
well, the few who read my ramblings....
I'm heading off traveling in ... SHIT! just under three weeks!! i'm probably going to discontinue blogging here for a looong time since between e-mailing and a special alternative blog, i just wont have the internet time!
but on the subject of the special blog, please please check out http://www.travelettes.net/. Its a new(ish) travel website dedicated to backpacking 'in heels', in other words, stylishly! Its only been running for a few months but it was set up by Katja of Glamcanyon (http://glamcanyon.blogspot.com/) for people to share their trips, advice, plans and experiences. The few contributers there at the moment have wicked photographs documenting trips theyre currently immersed in, or memories of past holidays.
I feel honoured that she thinks my writing is 'travelette' worthy (just need to get a decent camera...) and am well excited to report back with whatever i come across out in that big ole scary world.
So, for now, i wish to say farewell in this blog and continue in the other but wanted to grasp this opportunity to plug the website as much as i could!!!
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE check it out, and follow my trip and whoever else's who decides to launch into the wilderness!!
Much love xxxx
Thursday, 8 October 2009
Out of all the seven deadly sins, there are a few which I frequently indulge in despite what my surname suggests (its 'Saint' by the way). My top three would have to be gluttony, sloth and… (cue a brief internet search)… who knows, probably a dominant dash of pride. The main sin that I’m currently in the midst of is, of course, gluttony. My poor potbelly is straining at my waistband as I sit on my arse in my tiny hot office. However, the pain of the straining belly pales in comparison to the enormous guilt I now carry over last night’s crazy binge. It was a case of coming home from work, having dinner, the thought of having something sweet entering my mind… then I blacked out. I came round to find myself lying in the centre of the kitchen floor, chocolate smeared around my mouth, crusts of bread tragically splayed around me, empty cartons flung over the counter tops. A serious crime scene. All I know is something bad had happened, and I felt dirty all over.
According to the knowledgeable abyss that is Wikipedia, there are several types of gluttony which are apparently going to send you belly-flopping down to the pits of hell. And goddamn it, I’m guilty of every one (apart from the dainty one, shove it in my gob thank you please):
Eating too soon.
Eating too expensively.
Eating too much.
Eating too eagerly (burningly).
Eating too daintily (keenly).
Eating wildly (boringly).
Jesus, the Pope sure was a fussy eater.
The lengths I’ll go on a binge is pretty impressive to be honest. No cookies left in the packet? All ice cream licked out the container? All’s not lost, grab a spoon and a jar of peanut butter/jam/apple sauce and voila! Instant treat that I’m sure God would be proud of.
I know that people (I refuse to be sexist and pin food obsession on girls alone) can obsess slightly over diets and figures, but this is getting ridiculous since I graduated and was forced back home A.K.A food central. The usual 7Ilbs have piled on, but since I no longer have the escape of University it might just keep going until the headlines read: ‘30 stone person rots in own chair-gender unknown due to extreme obesity’.
Save my soul now with fruit and Weetabix. Weightwatchers now seem more like a jiggling troupe of messiahs, and Fat Fighters must have added their own halos to the posters or that crack has got me hallucinating again.
Anyway, the point of this depressed moan about my shit diet is that whatever’s happening in your life, I have a sure-fire guarantee to make you feel better: Switch on MTV’S ‘Kerry Katona: Crazy in Love’ and watch the kebab garnished car-crash unfold. Ten minutes should do it (that’s all I can literally stomach) and your ready to face your life again. Life suddenly doesn’t seem too bad.
p.s. i cant believe i missed the beginning of Gossip Girl season 3 last night. but instead i saw Zombieland....
Wednesday, 7 October 2009
and Lastly: round the world flights booked: check, Insurance: check, Thailand destinations: check, Malaysia plans: check, New Zealand and Oz plans: CHECK!
Thats right, i'm actually going traveling. The plans are a lil shady but its happening, flying out a month today (the main reason why i got a proper job). Who knows if i'll come back from Australia, but 8 months living out of a backpack might get to me...
Its scary but its just something i got to do. Thailand is my top first destination, and i'm going alone- eep! Scary but, you know what, the closer it gets, the more i'm willing to do it alone. So many people have said how easy it is to meet other travellers on the road when alone, and one thing i've learnt from life is that the only person you can count on is yourself... so this is the ultimate test i guess!
I'm quite lucky though as i have family dotted around Southeast Asia and Australia. I will be taking full advantage of this hence Malaysia will be revisited...
and also Melbourne.... had such wicked times last September there even though there were so many family duties to attend, what with it being a family reunion- cue many "My haven't you grown". Yup, a lot changes in 10 years, height being a major factor.
Melbourne: China town Sept '08. a vast complex of alley ways with amazingly vivid graffiti. At the end of the creepy passages was an amazing bar called 'The Croft Institute' which was totally decked out like a scientist's laboratory. Test tubes and beakers stacked the walls = awesome.
Saturday, 23 May 2009
But anyway. i know how everyone has hang-ups about their body. it really pisses me off how i can get so paranoid about the way my legs/thighs/belly look and whether I'm baring too much or dressing a little too... 'out there' or something! in 15 years time, I'm sure there's going to be a fat chunk of my wardrobe which would definitely not be 'appropriate' for my age, so Ive got to make the most of it now!
Dammit, I'm young, i should be able to make fashion mistakes!! this city is way to small, you feel really dressed up if your not in jeans/jogging bottoms/hoodies/Ugg boats (yuck.).... but luckily, i physically cannot bring myself to leave the house in any of those! i don't mind jeans, i just hardly wear them.
my mid-week resolution, is to not give fuck and dress how i like and ignore the boring uniform..make the most of my youth!!
... inspiration taken from Ms Harry....
Thursday, 7 May 2009
I'm not blind, i don't live in a cave (i prefer to think my room as a darkened boudoir...), i binge on gossip magazines with my trusty Grazia/Heat/Glamour obsessed housemates. i have known that crop tops have been regurgitated from the depths of my beloved '90's, along with those kick-ass Doc Martins and cute kooky headbands! i am definitely not a midriff bearing, naked tum shaker, 'scrub your socks on my washboard stomach'... my tum is one of the things which DO NOT get a peek into the outside world (outside of a swimming pool/beach)....
i personally blame Pixie, Alice and numerous beautiful bloggers who have been shaking their sweet belly buttons to the world!
i quite like the use of cropped tops over other tops... think the jumper will have to do that! The dancers top will have to remain a bit of a mystery... or maybe wear with a pencil skirt so you only get a teeny glimpse of midriff between the two items? i love how Alice Dellal wears pencil skirts with cropped t-shirts with a bit of skin peeping through.
Sunday, 3 May 2009
"....time isnt wasted when youre getting wasted
woke up today and all i could say is
He also puts up mini photography projects/campaigns on the website. this was based on motels and their pools. it makes me want to go somewhere hot and out of england....
There's someone in my life, quite prominent, who i think holds me back. But its my own fault because i let myself be held back. I almost synchronize with who's close to me, then anything that's different to what we're both used to, i shy away from. This is bad though, as no change means stagnation and boredom. Now that's a recipe for disaster.
Tuesday, 28 April 2009
Strangers making the most of the dark
Two by two their bodies become one
I see you through the smokey air
Cant you feel the weight of my stare
Im crazy for you
Still absolutely obsessed with pixie's style, i swear she takes inspiration from Madonna's high kicking 80's fun times
- Dissertation Dissertation Dissertation (but its due on Friday and i think I've killed it as much as possible!)
- Literally wetting myself in anticipation for the Maccabees new album (May 4th 'Wall of arms'!!)
- Kicking myself for missing out on getting a ticket for their Bristol gig (on a boat)
- Getting a little bit tipsy, and when the night has ended in disappointment, go on a massive binge of food
I'm definitely going traveling after university and I've just been checking out a friend's photos of his travels in Laos and Vietnam... i just want to book my flight to Bangkok NOW!!
K's Vietnam adventures
K's Laos adventures
'They're trying to make you compromise
This fire burning in your eyes
Darling, you're slowly drifting out of reach
I'm slowly drifting out of reach
We're slowly drifting out of reach...
So home is just a word now
You don't see it anymore
The child's eyes are vacant now
The lights are just a glare'
The Guillemots - 'Falling out of reach'
My mission: worry less, have more fun, eat less, move more, live better
Wednesday, 22 April 2009
Aye aye! dear lord do i love the nautical style! i know it may sound like im jumping on the bandwagon, and am a little late on loving the sailor style, but the amount of stripes and anchors i've discovered lurking within my wardrobe shows that this sneaky statement has infiltrated my life without really knowing!
i really love the anchor, its such a classic nautical symbol which looks kick ass cool as a tattoo, like Gossip's Beth Ditto and Kate Moss. i love traditional tattoos
i purchased this kitsch anchor pendant from ebay for.... wait for it.... £1!!!!! It was free P&P as well- boom!