BLURRED BATHERS & SUMMER SEMANTICS

Hey Guys! 

It's been forever since I was able to post, probably due to all the hectic events that have gone on lately. 

Unfortunately I'm still lacking my amazing photographer and sister who has been extra busy working in an orphanage in Cambodia so my ability to take quality pictures has fallen to the wayside. Regardless here is a sneak peak of the bathers I will be rocking this summer (`09 Alice McCall's).

make animated gifs like this at MakeAGif

They're absolutely sublime and I totally dig the harsh and rigid bodice coupled with some dainty flower head-pieces. -TO DIE FOR! 

Hopefully I will post more regularly now that Summer is approaching,

Much love and thank you for being so supportive! 

-ix

Not Yves St Klein; Not in the Slightest.

I hate it when you see someone that you've dated/ (hooked-up with/ loved/ slept with) in the past at some random venue, and they choose to follow you around and flaunt whatever human accessory is hanging off their arm.

It's not like you're unaware that they're doing it on purpose and frankly I find it quite pathetic.

Okay, okay. Obviously this post is directed at someone in my own past and so to him I'd like to say:

"We had something back then; and yes I did love you, but wow!......next time you try to make me jealous at least pick someone whose desperate re-bound status is not the common knowledge of the entire district area."

-Also, say goodbye to our facebook friendship. x

Venting is a marvellous creature of the soul...ishax

Tradies will be the death of me.

Sorry it's been such a long time since I posted, I've been working on a new blog project with my best mate Bee and hopefully the finished productwill be up and running in the next few weeks before the commencement of university.

Anyhow I just decided to blog as I am SO PISSED at these tradies walking around my house! I want them out, however it seems that installing a new bathroom sink will take, oh I dunno, a little over 4 HOURS!!!!!

I cannot wait until I'm out of this house and back in my matchbox room at STMC. Ah well, only 2 and a half more weeks to go....

DAMN!...ishax

Smack my bitch up

Manly Suicide....weird huh? But this particular post I found absolutely hilarious. Not only are the notions completely ludicrous but the rating scheme including "level of manliness" and "mess" categories makes for one hell of an entertaining 15 minute read.

Click this link to read.

In closure I am neither for or against suicide. It really is for the individual to decide after all and I can't say that I've been a stranger to the idea.

Each to their own...ishax

Godzilla, eat my heart out.

I feel horrible today. I just re-read that and feel worse.

Time to cheer ones-self up with a random picture.

ha.

This post is so depressing that I may not post it...ishax

Are you 'the sexy'?

Let me just say, watching 'Worlds sexiest men' with my mum does make for quite the awkward Sunday night activity. She has a fetish for anyone with dark skin and I differ considerably in opinions. Before the show ends I'm throwing out the pick for worlds number one sexiest man: Tyson Beckford. Well, at least that's been mums pick the hole night.

I googled him and realised that this:

...IS FORTY YEARS OLD.

and He's dating a nineteen year old!!!

(Granted they both look amazing, but still the age difference was enough to slightly sway mums decision) I'm yet to find an individual in this show who I really find attractive... we're up to number 9. Wish me luck!

Oh shit, number 8 is Johnny Depp...

DROOL!...ishax

Binding News

I have a horrible habit of binding my waist.

When I was little I thought it was rather fun to be somewhat like the beautiful ladies I saw on old English films and once every blue moon I find it quite enjoyable to relive my childhood fantasy. That was, until I saw this picture yesterday.

It's kind of scary to think that I've done something similar to my body and really does make you realise just how much your childhood tends to influence your life.

Why don't I ever hear good news??...ishax