61% Wool, 29% Alpaca.

Wool & alpaca blend scarves are a bad decision unless you permanently wear a skivvy. This weather makes me welcome jeans on top of stockings, perfect boots hunts, chunky unflattering knitwear, preheated beds and blankets and an abundance of food. Pumpkin soup, hazelnut lattes, risottos and cheesy bakes, come my way, my way! I've been cooking a lot lately, yay. Dad just came back from cabramatta and the only good thing in that scary, viet gangster town are the croissants, oh soo goooooood. I'd share but I don't want to.

This photo reminds me that I need some lip colour and an icepack on my eyelids and probably a nose job but I like the lighting so you guys will have to deal. I'm like a walking bilboard for ralph lauren today (50% offff!).

Just thinking about the moment where Monica was stealing/borrowing from the casino at Las Vegas and how she shoved the shirt under her shirt and it looked like she was pregnant and she was all 'awww' and rubbed her belly. I had a moment like that today where I wore too many layers and one got stuck as I was trying to take it off. Hehehe :)

Bye, gonna drink some coffee and eat some cake and snuggle with ma blanketssssss!

1: How to build a universe.

Also just wanna mention reading this book is a perfectly good reason to shove STATS & uni shit & sleep into the TO-DO-LATER list, which is a real list. This book is so big it has an index. Today all my books arrived, my excitement is uncontainable right now.

Creep:

Goodnight.

Milky gay!

I finally did it. After months of deciding myself in and out of this particular purchase and waiting for the ultimate 'I'm-over-it' mentality to kick in, it just wasn't happening. It's decided, these babies are MINE. Original Galaxy leggings. No longer trying to justify a pair of $80 leggings which don't match anything and will forever separate me from classiness. I don't care if I don't have the legs/style to pull these off, they shall send me to the 'area of DELIGHT'!

Also really want:
Goldfish swim swimsuit: Somehow wearing a swimsuit patterned with goldfish seems so perfectly appropriate.
Moo leggings: Fight for animals who are not as valued in the fashion world! (We love calf leather but cow print, not so much). Also the only description for this product is 'Moo!'. James Lillis, marry me.
Burned velvets: Velvet = a material you can constantly stroke, need I say more?!
The Great Wave swimsuit: reminds me of spirited away! & just pretty in general.

 

 

Milky gay is meant to be:
Milky way > galaxy > black milk leggings > me > happy > gay!

Yayyyy :D

In space.

I smell like strawberries.

Likes: When directors are more like the people being directors than the skeleton of a workplace role with no space for human content.
Dislikes: Now compare to other manager who's currently reading some devilish book called "How to influence people" or something like that. & who has an obsessive need to 'show you who's boss', and tell you that more makeup=good. 

Last few days I feel very detached. I'm learning a lot more about Camus's philosophy/the human memory than I am about shit that I'm supposed to need soon. Hey stats, screw you, I'm going to borrow my last 9 days on earth to become a trained astronaut and shoot up into space. Good luck haunting me with my failure to comprehend numbers when I make friends with the aliens who dance in metallic costumes and eat moon cakes. Excitement.

TO THE BLOGOSPHERE!

Okay. Happy glutinous rice ball day, may your clogged intestines bring you prosperity & joy!

Wishbones.

"And here are trees and I know their gnarled surface, water and I feel its taste. These scents of grass and stars at night, certain evenings when the heart relaxes - how shall I negate the world whose power and strength I feel? Yet all the knowledge on earth will give me nothing to assure me that this world is mine. You describe it to me and teach me to classify it. You enumurate its laws and in my thirst for knowledge I admit that they are true. You take apart its mechanism and my hope increases. At the final stage you teach me that this wondrous and multi-coloured universe can be reduced to the atom and that the atom itself can be reduced to the electron. All this is good and I wait for you to continue. But you tell me of an invisible planetary system in which electrons gravitate around a nucleus. You explain this world to me with an image. I realise then that you have been reduced to poetry: I shall never know...A stranger to myself and to the world, armed solely with a thought that negates itself as soon as it asserts, what is this condition in which I can have peace only by refusing to know and to live, in which the appetitie for conquest bumps into walls that defy its assaults? To will is to stir up paradoxes. Everything is ordered in such a way as to bring into being that poisoned peace produced by thoughtlessness, lack of heart or fatal renunciations."

Albert Camus (The Myth of Sisyphus)

Just a little in love here, these ideas have been spoken of so often, in so many ways and stories, but the charm of these words have me completely seduced. How is it one can write in such a loosely poetic way without the use of a single unneccessary word? I'm starting to think I'm capable of reading essays for leisure. Okay, I'm off cause it's roasted rice & jasmine tea time! Nightinshimingarmour x

Mane 'n tail.

Now this is pretty interesting.
How very 'marketing-student' of me.

千尋.

'いのちの名前'

I really love 'Spirited Away' from bouncy soot balls to scary Yubaba to awkward No-face to waving goodbye to Haku. This song is the perfect compliment to green tea and tired eyes. Look at how my facials do not at all express how much I'm enjoying myself! The beats make instrumental sound great, I hear so many layers! & when there's no music, I can hear my heart beat so loudly. It's almost as though someone put two mini hearts into the massive ear pieces.

Today I feel really grateful. It's always occurred to me that finding a job that you love is beyond difficult, and yet I found mine last year. I really can't see myself ever quitting so  I have no idea what's going to happen. I feel like it's too easy (I mean, aren't we meant to go out and venture and try them all?! This is also the same advice mum gives for finding a future hubby.) but questioning my unlimited tolerance when at work, and how much I'm attached to it, I'm wondering if maybe I'll still be here 50 years from now. Usually a thought like that'd reduce my legs to jelly and my mind to an unwilling splatter of resistance, but there are none whatsoever & it's these instincts that we should judge by, right? I don't think there are many feelings in the world that are comparable to the overwhelming sensation you get when you watch a child take his first step, say his first word, or simply laugh because you did. I don't know if I can let go of this to work in some corporate environment with pencil skirts and paperwork that neither smiles nor say 'I love you' when you spend time with them.

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