FALLING OUT OF REACH

Travelettes.net!

2009-10-17T14:56:00.003+01:00

Dear bloggers of the world!

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

BLACK and gold, black and GOLD

2009-10-08T11:35:00.007+01:00

Listening to: Kings of Leon - 'Use Somebody'

I don't usually take direct style inspiration off the catwalks, i am definitely drawn to the more casual and individual style of street fashion. i love how personlity is true style and how people put their own twists on outfits which make them stand out, inevitably looking better than most catwalk outfits. Well that's my opinion.

HOWEVER, i saw some of Balmain Spring/Summer 2010 catwalks and o.my.god. Stunning. gorgeous. I looooove black and gold.....

The only positive thing about Kerry Katona??

2009-10-08T11:12:00.010+01:00

Listening to: Soho Dolls - 'Stripper'

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....

Autumn is here, and so are the changes

2009-10-07T07:02:00.015+01:00

Listening to: Elton John - 'Tiny Dancer'

O my days! It has been so long since i've used this blog, and so much has changed and so many plans are just teetering on the edge of commencing which is a) scary and b) surreal... it all hasnt quite sunk in yet...

Firstly: Graduated- Check!

Can nay believe Uni is all over, had to party it up at the end to make up for the epic life destroying revision (got a 1st for the dissertation- yay!). Miss all who dwell in the ole city though... great memories though. And lets face it, all good things must come to an end...

Secondly: Got a grown-up job: Check!

I've been working hard at an admin job in a maternity ward which required jabs and vaccinations to ensure a generation live to see another day with me lurking around. Weekends have to be thoroughly enjoyed though... cue a charity ball in Cornwall with the theme 'Oriental Firecracker'... "Whats so oriental about your outfit?!" "Check out the face. Oriental much?"

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...

Mount Kinabalu Sept '08

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.

Hearts of Glass

2009-05-23T00:09:00.007+01:00

Listening to: Blondie - Heart of Glass

Here's some true rock n roll inspiration and absolute gorgeousness, courtesy of Debby Harry. She was amazing in Blondie, as you can see I'm reliving her glory days and listening to their greatest hits. i think I'm going a little crazy from being stuck in my room trying to revise! I've got four exams, all in the next 2 1/2 weeks.... the pitiful amount of revision should be making me crap myself, but i think Ive got to the point of education where it has left me brain dead, without caring!! uh oh.... Where's my usual panic adrenaline to motivate me??!

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....

"Rusted Wheel can't move on"

2009-05-07T20:02:00.009+01:00

Listening to: Silversun Pickups - Rusted Wheel

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)....

so how, in the world of Topshop, have i ended up with a cropped slouchy grey cropped jumper, a black dancers cropped Lycra top and a cropped denim shirt that ties at the front in my wardrobe... and the burning desire to buy more??!

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.

ahhh clothes!

Where were you last night?

2009-05-03T23:57:00.013+01:00

Listening to: Asher Roth - I love college

You've so gotta check out this blog : www.lastnightsparty.com

It's full of raucous photographs of epic parties, the kinda lifestyle i would totally dig right now!

"....time isnt wasted when youre getting wasted

woke up today and all i could say is

that party last night was awful crazy

wish we taped it

i danced my ass off and had this one girl completly naked

drink my beer and smoke my weed

but my good friends is all i need

pass out at 3 wake up at 10

go out to eat then do it again..."

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....

Punk gets crunk

2009-05-03T20:05:00.009+01:00

Listening to: The Maccabees - Love you better

"I wanna go where the wind takes me"

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.

If you find yourself getting too sucked into a relationship (and i don't mean a romantic one) then you need to give some distance, get perspective, remind yourself of who you are and what makes you a special friend, person, individual. Have time to yourself, and see other friends who you may have forgotten about.

Don't let yourself be taken for granted, don't become part of the scenery, don't be used as a prop. Be true to yourself.

Excuse my mini pep talk to myself.

p.s. this is a stunning song by the maccabees. if you've never heard of them, then check out their myspace and give it a listen...

What's up Wasson?

2009-05-03T11:49:00.016+01:00

Listening to: Bat for Lashes- Daniel

This song is amazing, the signer has such an ethereal haunting voice. it makes me want my own Daniel. uh oh, getting sappy again!!

Feeling a little hungover this fair morn. Last night, forced myself out for the third time in a row so am now feeling haggard, bloated, pissed off, sleep deprived, bitter and twisted. i want to jump on a train to London and go to fabulous places with oodles of money and not be in this skin!

once again, no hot talent were out in the Cavern (the only decent club in this town). my friend went a bit crazyand bit the DJ on the pec... he texted me this morn to ask if he should get a rabies shot. Probably.

But in the doom and gloom of my hangover, i discovered the amazingness of the model Erin Wasson in this massive bible of a magazine (similar to LOVE) called 'Plastique'. she had an interview featured...she is so kick ass cool:

Q: As well as styling for alexander wang, you also styled a fashion story for Elle recently. How did that come about?

A: i thought it would be cool to do a story based on the movie Empire Records. The film is about grunge kids in the '90s working at a record shop. i thought it was a great scenario that had never been used in a fashion story. i pitched the idea to Elle and they liked it. We used actors, not models. i didnt want the girls to be too pretty. the pictures looked really natural and real.

Erin Wasson

The Elle fashion shoot

So cool, love the clothes, love her.

Roll on life...

Do the MADonna

2009-04-28T23:15:00.017+01:00

Listening to: Madonna - Crazy for you

Uh oh, I'm feeling in quite a sappy mood... i don't know when the hell the last time i listened to Madonna's good old stuff, you know, the classic 80's hits! i totally think that was her best era:

a) she wasn't old and obsessed with yoga and hideous leotards (o wait, i think she still wore them...)

b) her style of Desperately Seeking Susan (still need to see it) was so freaking cool! and also her video of Like a Virgin...

c) Some of her songs, especially this one I'm listening to, are so adorable and sweet... ahh i would like to be crazy for someone! but not in a stalker way... like usual

'Swaying room as the music starts

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

Youre so close but still a world away

What Im dying to say, is that...

Im crazy for you

Touch me once and youll know its true

I never wanted anyone like this

Its all brand new,

youll feel it in my kiss

Im crazy for you, crazy for you'

Still absolutely obsessed with pixie's style, i swear she takes inspiration from Madonna's high kicking 80's fun times

Someday i'll fly away.....

2009-04-28T22:52:00.007+01:00

Listening to: Hot Hot Heat -Bandages

Aw I've missed this world of blogging... but I'm so sad at the moment! no life and it feels so glum to have nothing exciting to report! literally, the only thing I've been doing is:

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

ahoy!

2009-04-22T09:35:00.011+01:00

Listening to: La Roux - For the Kill (skreamy remix)

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

*that explains my stars and heart tatts*

but now im thinkin about an anchor...or maybe the classic swallow?? who knows!

i purchased this kitsch anchor pendant from ebay for.... wait for it.... £1!!!!! It was free P&P as well- boom!

RIGHT, only 5 days until the dissertation (which has totally taken over my life) is due. it appears under control but man, does it make life glum... going out tonight... serious steam needs to blown!

all you need is LOVE

2009-04-15T12:34:00.015+01:00

Listening to: Alexisonfire - Get Fighted

LOVE magazine is a bible of amazing photography and fashion and models- o my days, when i found the latest edition (first edition??) at my sister's, i took about an hour scouring the pages and soaking up the artistic brilliance of this vivid fashion mag.

If i had owned the magazine, i would have been tearing loads of the fashion shoots out, they're literally like pieces of art...however i think i would have been castrated by her flatmate who had shelled out the precious £5 for the privilege of owning it... but check out some of the gorgeous photographs.....

I want to have her body so i can wear crop tops and denim shorts without looking like a barrel.

My cousin's wife is obsessed with Adrianna...and just named her new-born baber after her....

BETH DITTO IS AMAZING!!! Saw The Gossip play last summer, she is one hell of a ball of energy...she leaped into the crowd and i touched her shoulder...my claim to fame...

o kate!

http://www.thelovemagazine.co.uk/

http://www.thelovemagazine.blogspot.com/

p.s. i didn't drown yesterday, but actually hauled my ass to the pool! sweet... might force myself to go on a run laters since i may have had some wine, a creme egg....and a hot cross bun late last night...dammit!!

But the epic struggle with the dissertation continues...working bar/waitress shifts for the next 3 days though. Shit. i need to get some serious work done.. now.

No BBQ fun allowed tonight!!!

Treading Water

2009-04-14T10:52:00.017+01:00

Listening to: Bloc Party - Helicopters

AAAAAAAlrighty!! I've left the home town and am now back in my University city...well, town- it's so tiny but since it has a cathedral it constitutes as a 'city'...there's a severe lack of good night life.... but it is a beautiful city in ole Devonshire....

You've gotta love the fish eye camera- i double backed the film then flipped the camera upside down...

So far, all I've really done since getting back is launch my student radio station official blog, which has had good response so far...doubt it would be much interest to peeps outside of my University though! but here it is in case you wanna check out what i get up to when I'm supposed to be doing work: http://xpressionfm.blogspot.com/

Today though, as part of my *i need to get remotely healthy and fit* thoughts, I'm planning to go swimming (but am still in my PJ's at the moment). i love to swim, haven't done it in a while and it sucks that the pool is quite a walk away... but i freaking love the old retro and vintage swimsuits, especially the 1950's ones- they're so sweet!

It sucks that the days of swimming costumes are gone. It feels like there is a certain age gap where bikinis are the only thing to wear when geting wet, despite what size or shape you are. It seems to me, that if you are below the age of 14 or above the age of 40, then the full one piece is appropriate, but i literally cannot remember the last time i saw a 20-something-year-old wearing anything other that a bikini (or maybe its because i go to the 'how naked can you get' swimming pool).

There are some absolutely stunning one-pieces around, especially the vintage inspired ones, but i just physically can't wear them. when i put one on, i either feel like I'm dressing too young or old...I will definitely be first in line for some gorgeous 1950's swimming costumes after plopping out a couple of kids though...

but i say bring them back, embrace the cover up (forget about tan lines) and maybe indulge in some synchronized swimming as well...

HOT SWIMSUIT ALERT!!! Found by emeryvintage.blogspot.com, it's from Victoria's Secret- $58

Now lets see if i actually make it to the pool...and not drown...

It's amore

2009-04-12T12:55:00.018+01:00

Listening to: Josh Martinez - Time alone (Tranzar remix)

Unfortunately, i am not very cultured. I only speak English, and most of the time it is pretty bad anyway! It's always punctuated with 'like' and 'd'you know what i mean?'. I'm so articulate it hurts! but if i could speak any other language, it would definitely have to be french...or Italian?

French just sounds so sexy, but the book I'm currently reading (well slogging through since i literally don't have time to read for pleasure at the moment) is called 'eat pray love' by Elizabeth Gilbert... I'm only about a third of the way through it, but the first chunk is about her time in Italy and her obsession with the Italian language.... and dear god, i didn't realise how poetic and stunning the language is!

i usually dog-ear the pages of good quotes, so this book is practically destroyed now, but i thought I'd share a few of my favourites....literal literacy beauty.

l'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle - "the love that moves the sun and the other stars"

(from Dante's Divine Comedy. Dante was responsible for the birth of Italy's official language and is a language of artistic pedigree- hence the poetic beauty of these quotes!)

Bel far niente - "the beauty of doing nothing"

(this is a cherished Italian ideal, everyone in today's society is so busy all the time that time spent not being productive is looked at with guilt, thus finding the beauty in it for your own well-being..)

L'ho provato sulla mia pelle - "i have experienced that on my own skin"

(meaning, i have been burned or scarred in this way and i know exactly what you're going through)

This book is so good, I'm not going to launch into a book review or anything boring like that, but in a nutshell it is a true story of a woman's journey from heartbreak to peace through Italy, India and Thailand... i just hit the India section and if it's anything like the Italy adventure then I'll be a happy reader... pick up the book and read it...

"In a world of disorder and disaster and fraud, sometimes only beauty can be trusted. Only artistic excellence is incorruptible. Pleasure cannot be bargained down...
You were given life; it is your duty (and your entitlement as a human being) to find something beautiful within life, no matter how slight." - Elizabeth Gilbert

Take me to Italy

I got love for you if you grew up in the '90s

2009-04-11T20:44:00.022+01:00

Listening to: Klaxons - Magick

... it seems I'm totally digging the nineties at the moment, what with the love for Pixie's headband (which i purchased today, just need to figure out how to wear it around my big head), and now I've indulged in some culottes! But check out how cute they are with their pony print....and £10 in the asos.com sale. boo ya!

Here's how my wishlist stands at the moment... i'm trying to stick to items which i can wear when i go traveling after i graduate, like distressed denim and black shorts and light dresses....but i'm going to need a dress for grad ball aren't i??!

*cue this amazing gold dress from Kate Moss's latest Topshop collection*

also this girl's entire outfit

and on a minor note, have finally come round to the idea of bodysuits... only mesh though which i could wear under a cropped top. but at the moment, the thought of baring my midriff makes me physically mortified (if that's possible) due to the literal amounts of cheesecake, chocolate and ice cream my mum has forced at me since i'm only home for 2 weeks for easter break!

slight possibility i've put on about 4Ilbs in a week- nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!

american apparel mesh bodysuit - £20

Right, before i turn into a round, tubby, lard-ass, detox and diet will commence starting from tomorrow- bring on the fruit and veg! i literally cannot do moderation with sweet things, i must be a all or nothing kind of girl

.....think of the bodysuit think of the bodysuit think of the bodysuit think of the bodysuit.....

p.s. whoops i just purchased a denim shirt for £2.70 on ebay... kerching!

Mary had a little glam

2009-04-09T21:35:00.017+01:00

Listening to: The Kills - Cheap and Cheerful

I need to get out and paaaaarty!! Photos (apart from the last one) are courtsey of glamcanyon (glamcanyon.blogspot.com)- i love her blog, the photography is amazing...makes me uber jealous of the clothes/make-up and always makes me wanna have one hell of a decadent night out...

The girl above has an amazing outfit - that t-shirt is on my radar.

I think alice dellal, daisy lowe and pixie geldof are all absolutely stunning with kick ass attitude and fashion. I swear they just sum up the raw aspect of London fashion- gritty and fierce. Please give me your clothes

Happy Easter, chickens

Too much rain, too little light

2009-04-05T13:51:00.020+01:00

Listening to: The Maccabees - Diamond Solitare

This is the sweetest, and shortest song ever- it's only about 45 seconds but tres beautiful.

I've spent the past couple of days up in Leeds, its the furthest up north I've ever been. It was a conference on getting into the radio industry- would be an amazing job but the kind of motivation and drive (and luck!) you need is ridiculous!.. how long can i put off entering the real world? only 3 months left of uni...
I've managed to procrastinate all day- impressive i must say. o yeah and 'designated fat day' has turned into designated fat week. bad times.

On a lighter note: if i could have these girls' outfits and wardrobes, i would be v v happy....

Get this stretchy alice band in my life now thanks- i definitely had one in 1998....

i love my black opaque tights and leggings, i think most people think my i'm a white girl (well 'off-white' since i got a bit of chinese - malaysian mixed up into my Somerset blood) with black legs. My bare legs hardly see light... hence their pasty nature. i also have a colourful collection of scars on my knees from numerous drunken escapades where ive usually ended up on my knees... o wait i just reread that- i mean i fall over a lot!! Mooooving on swiftly...

i do believe it may nearly be time to crack out the fake tan or skin coloured tights

Us hunchbacks need to stick together

2009-04-04T11:00:00.000+01:00

Listening to: Lady Gaga - Pokerface

Ok, I'm back at the laptop to bash some serious keys... god life is dire! No excitement, just work... exciting life, huh? but it pushes me to make future plans when procrastinating... been checking out the sights and sounds of Bristol from my room- bring on the live music!!!

The Dot-to-Dot festival is what has captured my focus at the moment:

Saturday 23rd May. 1pm - 4am.

The annual Bristol event showcases up and coming bands and DJs from the UK and international scenes. The festival offers indie, rock, dance and pop music in various venues in Bristol.

good times!

On a minor, perhaps less interesting point, I've vaguely become aware of a disability that I'm developing- can u 'develop' one??! I've been aware of this 'problem' of mine, but lately i swear its become more prominent which makes me feel especially super-duper when I'm feeling a little self-conscious when mooching around in public...

OK, i favour bags on the larger side. Alright, i admit it- i love to sling a sack of a bag over my shoulder which I pack with everything i might possibly need in life. Space is meant to be filled! It might mean I'll be a good mum though. Or the crazed 'mum on a mission to save all kids' who'll be leaping over small hedges to get to the child with the snotty nose with my pack of Kleenex that I ..er.. happened to have in my bag...

Check out the evidence first (and note that the fish-eye camera usually is without film, because i am also a forgetful retard)

That's right, two sets of keys, brolly and sunglasses (the sunnies are more positive thinking), Savlon, a drinks stirrer from a Malaysian hotel, two cameras etc etc etc. o also plus a bottle of water usually, you know just in case i find myself in a desert with no Starbucks in throwing distance.

So yeah. My problem. I walk with a lean to the left now to compensate the weight that should be weighing down my right shoulder. I really notice it when I'm casually walking along without a freaking bag and I'm still leaning! also, my fringe sweeps to the left so when the wind blows i instinctively turn my head a lil to the left so it keeps flat.. if you see a harassed looking dark-haired girl (with fringe, bag not a necessity) on a constant left slant shuffling down the street, be sure to say 'hi' and shield innocent eyes.

Seriously, this should have been on some kind of warning label:

'WARNING: Overload of bag turns you into a hunchback with a wannabe ghetto lean'

Ahh well I'm sure I'm part of a generation of over sized bag lovers who'll all be walking at a slant, as long i don't develop a limp or it will literally be like the living dead are stalking through the South-West...

Sugared poison

2009-04-01T19:22:00.001+01:00

Listening to: Radiohead - Talk Show Host

Today has been designated 'fat day'.

I've been (relatively) good over the past few days, and to make sure i don't suddenly blank out one evening and come around an hour later, lying down in the middle of the kitchen floor, surrounded by corpses of empty chocolate wrappers, peanut butter smeared around my lips, crusts of bread crawling away from the carnage, i had to let myself go a lil' for the day.

Don't worry, I'm not going to give you a run down of my indulgences of the day... it would be therapeutic to share...but shit boring to read.

In a nutshell: enough to make me feel guilty, not enough to make me feel wildly fat..

I've got the need for cool retro stylee oversized t-shirts. MIght have to make them though- Fashion on a budget, people..

My ass has gone numb from sitting at this damn laptop all day....

p.s. Hello April, where the devil did you spring from?!

The summer sun, it burns my skin

2009-03-30T20:37:00.002+01:00

Listening to: Incubus - Stellar

Just got my latest fish eye film developed... the cheap kodak film captures bright colours so vividly which you cant really see here....day by the sea, in the sun, a few weeks ago....

Fancy riding a swan with me?

'Do you want to go to the seaside?

I'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go

I fell in love at the seaside

I handled my charm with time and slight of hand'

Excuse the crazy random overlay of a photo of a party which was on the same roll... you never know what you're going to get when you embrace good old fashioned film...

i love the sun

Kiss me quick...or leave me alone with my lippy

2009-03-30T12:32:00.001+01:00

Listening to: Dizzee Rascal - Fix up look sharp

Need to get myself outta this funk. It's seriously not good to stay up till the wee hours watching 4OD, then sleeping in until i feel like a zombie/troll who had no concept of time nor space. That's the problem of having a mattress at home which doesnt have springs wedging into your spine, or having plush, tacky, boudoir curtains (that would have been perfect for the black-out in the wars). Who knows if it's morning out there, while i recline in my dark cave! In the apt words of A, 'a night in my bed at uni is like camping- cold, breeze across the face, feels like sleeping on rocks, and dawn is your alarm clock'.

and i thought camping was intense/in tents- get it? get it?? sorry i had to say it...

Put a self-imposed ban on facebook..until i actually start writing dissertation crap. The aim: To hit 4,000 words, then let the stalking commence once again!

Become addicted to blogs of all types, shapes and sizes though. It's like going from crack to morphine - the internet can allow procrastinating despite bloody facebook (actually surprised i've reached my final year at uni despite my problem of religious checking facebook everyday)

But anyway, check out this Urban Decay Pocket Rocket Lip Gloss which i found on the ASOS blog. Like the horrendously 90's creepy biros that would strip a poor model when clicked on (well done, by clicking your pen on, you also inadvertantly turned this sexy lady 'on'- good day at the office!). Well, Urban Decay have brought out creme-brulee flavoured, hydrating lip gloss with a range of characters to perve on as you beautify yourself.... check them out though- hilarious!

Just when i thought feminisim was dead, bring out the lippy with emblazoned semi-naked hot men! The array of men seem to fulfill every type/style available: from the family man, to hip hop stud, and preppy model-esque guy to...erm.. pirate dude?
and creme brulee flavoured? this sure is one dangerously fabulous product for the pout... knowing my bad habit of eating everything in sight when drunk, this would probably be a product that would end me in casualty...

Read my Poker face

2009-03-29T16:33:00.002+01:00

Listening to: KOL - Revelry

Now at home for Easter - pretty much all the unpacking ive achieved so far...

A came down to my end of the country on Friday night, first time she's actually seen my university city and my house. She was feeling pretty cruddy with a virus, probably due to the epicness of the weekend. Recovery has never been that sweet to her. Was a right laugh though as i bundled her into my local pub, the Old Firehouse, and got some wine down her neck- always the best medicine...probably...

The Old Firehouse is a dark cosy three tiered pub with old wooden benches which will snag your tights and probably give you splinters if you decided to slide around on your seat. Thick warped tables with wax dribbled wine bottles providing candlelight- the only other light source apart from a couple of random strands of fairy lights- perfection.

Perfect for a date, or to get hammered with friends (or family in this case) on wine for a fiver! We had a good sisterly catch up/drunken ramble since the party wasn't really the time/place for such things, and i got mistaken for Lily Allen by a drunken local (called 'Hagrid' due to his resemblance to the Harry Potter character- hot stuff i do believe...). As he was too drunk to be served, he pressed a wad of change in my hand to get 'a couple of pints of cider', which was definitely a slice of fried gold... until he asked for me to sing for him....cue me grabbing my pints, flash a sweet smile, and running for my life!

Disclaimer: i look nothing like the above photograph... i do love lily though!

Some tattooed dudes sitting next to us upstairs clocked our piercings and tattoos and began talking loudly about girls and shagging and 'wild adventures'... sure thing guys, I'm sure you are really cool but keep it to yourself. Managed to con a slice of pizza from them (toll for us having to move for them to leave/go to the loo) but then kindly rejected their alluring invite of meeting us in a club.

Soon we had to stumble home for ice cream and stolen Chomp bars....

New Tattoo: less scabby, more pretty

Born free, and then caged

2009-03-23T21:16:00.002Z

Listening to: Incubus - Love hurts

OK, yesterday trapped inside the library while the cold sun blazed down on the slackers smoking fags and eating baguettes outside. Lucky bastards. Thought i was literally going blind from tiredness but to avoid the imminent comedown, i had to just plough through some crazy theological religious crap which i don't even know is relevant. Panic is coursing through my body since my tutor decided this Easter was a wondrous time to go to Libia...for 3 weeks. Thanks a crap load.

I got inked today again. I'd been wanting to wear a heart tattoo on my sleeve, ahem, i mean wrist, for a while and finally got my act together, now causing a mass lust for tatts in my house. Tattoos are addictive and can lure others into its web. The stamp of individualism is always attractive, and not to mention freaking HOT, i do love a decorated man!
My other tattoo doesn't have a meaning, but this one is special. Have you ever found yourself shielding your feelings? Putting up a front to guard what you really feel? This is a nasty habit of mine that has caused more anguish and pain, which is more hassle than taking the risk of opening up. Giving over to venerability, taking the chance of being humiliated or shot down... hence the tatt to remind myself to wear my heart on my sleeve... cheesy? perhaps... Necessary? i like to think so.

But anyway, I'd put a photo up of it but its a little swollen so I'll give it a couple of days.

Getting through it

2009-03-23T16:10:00.002Z

Listening to: CSS - Lets make love and listen to death from above

Never blogged before, but ive been reading so many other inspirational ones that i figure i might have a bash at it. Who know's if anyone will ever read this shizz though..

Just got back from A's housewarming party on the weekend. theyre usually seriously epic and i cant party as hard and long as her waster mates. i try my best though.
I got spun out at around 3am, but managed to stay semi-alive and was chatting with randomers and R who was in a similar state on the bedroom floor, using a book as a pillow. i was on a double bed chock-a-block with thick cushions, it was more effort for him to find a book than swipe a pillow!
The bass drummed through the floorboards into my skull till midday on sunday when the surviving few remembered the pub was opening. Even though i was dying for precious sleep, the sound of northern S singing 'fix up look shaaaarp, sweet like tropicannaaa' as they left was entertaining enough.
That house was gorgeous 24hours before the carnage began, and was soon a beer soaked stink pit of hangovers and comedowns...we soon taxiied over to C's house for warm beds and chinese take out, not that my stomach could stretch to more than a couple of weetabix.

Fast forward 13hours and im back in my house down south with a dissertation looming over me, but a belly uncomfortably full of cold chinese and chocolate milkshake. Not good. Frankly, if i attempted the library in this state, i would probably spazz out and go on a killing spree and paper cut everyone to death with egyptian textbooks.
Roll on life...