Issey Miyake

The second hottest perfume in the world. Second, to none other, than Hugo Boss. Hahah. Rachel votes otherwise.

We went shopping late on friday night. Surprise, surprise. I don't shop late in the city on normal days, but I was in the mood for it after exams. And it was good. There is an exuberance about night air and open shops. Jen and I walked into Valleygirl and bought the first things we saw. That was fun. fortunately, we didn't buy anything else for the night. But we did end up in Myer, trying all the perfumes there were to try. I was dizzy by the end of it and Jen's nose was too. I banged into a short pillar outside and laughed like a drunk- highlight of the night. Hehehe. Lydia disease progresses to stage 2.

Anyhow, we saw perfume concentrates made to smell like, well, single odours. I don't say scent, because I mean odour. They were labelled "dirt", "Rain", "choc chip cookie", and other disturbing things. And when I opened the testers, they DID smell like their names!

Imagine if I could post a scratch and smell on a blog. That will be the day technology reaches decadence. Of course, you would need an external smell generator that would code the smell and produce it. Ordering by mail would not be a good idea. If it got broken in the shipping, can u imagine the stench?

I'm headed south for two days (short term migration- I'm one of those fickle birds who can't decide where to go) and after that, frankly, life looks bleak. I should just take a holiday and never come back. Seriously! Arrangements are sucking and I am not looking forward to coming back from Margaret river. Life is life and no, you don't get what you want all the time (except maybe Hugo Boss).

Tonight is a samaritan night. Maybe it was a Jonah day, I don't know. I wasn't really paying attention. The two hour paper drained me out and I might as well have been in my pajamas to go to uni as well as not. But it is over, and I am as I knew I would be. Forlorn. Forgive me for all that I am not, forgive me now, because I shall not be a pretty penitant much longer. I might morph into a potato-shaped monster, I might elope with Oscar (which one? The grouch or the Wildely sexy one?), or worse still, become cold and heartless. I am most afraid of the latter because I feel it's clammy claws clutching at air, inches from my face. I spit at it, shaking, and look it over with disgust. Cold hearts don't bleed but are easily broken.

Car Wash

Sponge. Soap. Slush.

Flicking hair and flinging suds. Sexy? I don't think so. It is 6 degrees today, and I washed the car. In shorts. Brr. Hot cocoa and blankets for me.

You are not alone.

The masks that people wear are selfish. We protect ourselves, and if someone else is dying for want of knowing their situation is not unique, we deny them comfort. But the beauty of relief was in finding the insignificantly poignant places in life where these rules are not adhered to.

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I love Boston Legal.

Denny Crane: Alan. I've been thinking about something.
Alan Shore: What's that?
Denny Crane: I want you to kill me.
Alan Shore: The scotch and cigars and nightly consumption of red meat have that well in hand.
Denny Crane: No, no, no. Seriously. I don't fear death. I never have. But I am afraid of being hooked up to a machine. All those tubes. Brain, mush. Would you like to live like that?
Alan Shore: No. If it came to that, my friend, I would pull your plug.
Denny Crane: Pull a plug? What kind of death is that? I want you to shoot me.
Alan Shore: Shoot you?
Denny Crane: Denny Crane is not gonna be turned off like a hair dryer. Live by the gun, die by the gun.
Alan Shore: I'm not gonna shoot you.
Denny Crane: Why not? I'd shoot you!
Alan Shore: Denny, you've been a lawyer in this town for forty years. I'm sure there are plenty of people who’d willing shoot you.
Denny Crane: Well, I don't wanna be shot by a stranger. I wanna be shot by someone who, who cares for me.
Alan Shore: The answer is, “No.”
Denny Crane: Bah! You b… Democrate! Protesting wars, banning guns! If you Nancy's had your way nobody would ever shoot anybody. And then where would we be?
Alan Shore: Where would we be?

Inconsistency.
I am inconsistent. In one day I finished 20 pages. The next, I did 6. HELP ME. Like. I only started one week before the exam lah. Since when do I start 1 week before the exam? Oh. When there are 7 assignments due in 3 weeks. yes, that is why.

I saw a sign today that said "redback beer". and I thought.. who would want to drink that. What if it really is made of redback spider extract (read: poison)? Men.

I did have a good time watching people and things and all in freo today, but most of all I think I've found a niche in freo that really accomodates me. The new edition bookshop. I found "The paper bag princess" there and I was completely blown away by the range of childrens books. Imported from the UK. You can bet on it. The prices testify. muaha.

I've been sad about things I shouldnt be sad about. People tell me it's ok but I can see it in their faces that the translation should be, "It's not worth it, why are you so silly??" Yah, why am I so silly? Maybe because I don't want to be here anymore. It's such a fight to survive. Everything is a fight. Getting up in the morning, going somewhere, studying, even skating. I have to force myself to keep going, to do things, to stand taller with chin up-per and nose tilted so far back the rain would drop right in. Skating is a good sort of fighting. At least you know what you're dealing with there. It's concrete- a sort of physical pain and neurological battle to encode new motor skills. It's satisfying, it's slow, it's painful but the fight is harmless. In my other battlegrounds, I don't know how much life I lose or how much damage I sustain. I don't know if I am going down today, tomorrow or the day after. I don't even recognise it when the screen blinks 'game over'. I will never drop my sword until my heart stops. And maybe that is my downfall.

Green and Gold.

If you have not seen X-Men: The Last Stand. GO. Go now. AAAAAAH. It was so good.

I still think Ban is hot. How old am I?
Screamfest.
AAAAAAAH.

Mrs. Willy Wonka.
I told Su that I'd never wear that jacket. She told me I looked like Willy Wonka. I don't think I can mind, especially since he's so.. absolutely johnny. hee.

Hyper days. It's been crazy, just crazy; waking up, going to uni, working on assignments, ice skating, late nights..?? I am going to KO any minute now, but there is one assignment that needs to go in the slot today. So I have had my tea and my chocolate (in class, actually) and I am now zoning in and out trying to finish the confounded thing.
yes, that purple jacket with a green scarf. I did it to shock the world into speechless horror. Run for your lives people.

I'm done. Hand it in and be over with it. Second last assignment this semester. I am glad. (wrapped)

Hey Hobbes, Are you still there behind me?

It's a roller coaster ride,

Not the leisurely drop I thought it would be.

I hope you're in for the long haul,

because our ford ferrari might end up like Dad's car.

Remember that one?

We really couldn't find the car and the ravine was steep.

You had to buy me a train ticket.

We were grounded for months.

Man we should do that again.

Here comes Susie!

Remember to scream when she whizzes by!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

Hobbes, you're the best.

What would I do without you?

To all the cute, cuddly, heart-stealing, loving, affectionate, crazy, loyal Hobbes' in my life, thank you. I love you all!

[Hobbes and tabouli]