exasperation .

i am currently debating with myself about whether i should go thrifting. this idea has been greatly influenced by aforementioned lookbook, and also the fact that i am poor (truth) and need more clothes (speculative).

although i have attempted to enter charity stores in the past, i generally walk out within a few minutes. it’s probably all about the mindset, and i figured that if i could break free of the other typical ideals from my background, why can’t i let go of this one?

it all comes down to the power of the brain. or the lack of…

the chase .

i have come to realise that i have an alarming amount of disrespect for girls that chase after guys. it’s rather appauling; i’m practically borderline disgusted, and that really shouldn’t happen for anyone except for men who are already disgusting.

this realisation came to me as i was halfway through another taiwanese drama series in which the girl tries extremely hard to, and i quote/translate, “step into the guy’s heart.”

cue cringe from liz. sometimes i actually wince. maybe one day if it were bad enough i’d gag.

look .

haven’t had anything impersonal enough to share lately, so i didn’t blog. still don’t have much, but i figured i should make an effort.

my newest obsession, something jess got me addicted to, is lookbook. it’s really just a collection of people that think they’re hot, posting photos of clothes that they think are hot. most of the time they actually are hot. sometimes not so much. i feel so privileged to be part of such a shallow society.

however, because there are really a whole lot of attractive people on this site, i have been staring at too many photos trying to figure out how it’s possible to make myself look as such.

just kidding .

on the train home today i read about how kyle got taken off air because he made a racist and fatist joke at the same time. on the radio. naturally i was appauled.

i mean, get a fucking sense of humour, australia. the joke was hilarious. and i bet we wouldn’t be an obese country if we had some concentration camps. kyle is probably chuckling about it while trying to write his apology speech. 

i’ve never really been a fan of kyle, being the half assed arrogant bastard that he is. i’m not into guys that think they’re hot stuff, especially when they’re fat and hairy, but kyle, i have to admit, is a funny man. a funny man in a lot of trouble, it seems.

at the centre of the universe .

we’ve had a lot of complaints at vodafone lately. most of the time you’d understand the customer’s viewpoint, and feel sorry that you’re unable to help them, like when their phone breaks one day after the replacement warranty finishes or when vodafone stuffs up and only customer care can fix it for them.

other times you hope that you’re unable to help the person because of the amount of dick in their character.

working in retail really shows you how many people think the world is all about them. there are people that parade in thinking they’re the centre of the universe.

so funny .

i’ve realised that malapropisms really annoy me. i hate it when people pretend that they can use big words and end up with the wrong grammar, wrong phrasing or a completely incongrous sentence altogether.

i was reading a blog full of random grammatical errors that were an obvious result of using a word beyond the bloggers expertise, and it was so horrid that i decided to stop.

now i know my english isn’t perfect, my grammar isn’t fantastic and my sentences are rather fragmentary, and at times i don’t spell very well, but at least they’re readable. at least the words i use make sense next to each other. at least they don’t have a completely different case or clause.

pretty please .

i’ve been neglecting my blog in favour of playing the sims 3 lately. it has kind of taken up the place of uni in my life, which is slightly sad i must say. apart from that, nothing much but sleeping and eating have been on my mind.

i’ve discovered that i have a very big problem with a couple of the aspects of the sims 3, and i honestly think the sims 2 was more user friendly. however, i don’t mind the new interface. the only thing i really mind is how difficult it is to create attractive people. i mean, for goodness sakes, i don’t want my sims to be ugly okay, i want my neigbourhood to be full of supermodels that will never get fat even if they eat all day and never exercise. i want it to be my ideal. why does it have to be realistic?

tax time .

right outside my work there’s a poster of some guy strapped to a hospital bed with wires attached to his chest and arms around him everywhere. a small suction pipe is coming out of his mouth, and someone is shining a torch into his right eyeball. white pillows, white sheets, white latex gloves. he is obviously not very well.

in big bold font at the top it says “SOME COLD HARD FACTS ABOUT TAKING ECSTASY,” an obvious pun if you were to read the smaller print at lower down that tells you ecstacy cooks your body from the inside.

at the very bottom, in smaller font, it says “national drugs campaign. authorised by the australian government” with a federal logo in the right hand corner.