Is It Time for Lunch Yet?

3rd January, 2014
I’m only halfway through this day, but I wanted to get a jump on my tasks for today. I’ve almost finished my first Uni assessment. I’m just combing through it for grammatical errors and format errors.
I have to write a journal for my mum. She is a scrapbooker, which means she obsessively takes photographs and makes people write about the events in their lives to accompany the pictures in a scrapbook. Sigh. It shouldn’t take too long, at least.
I just brought a comic online. I was waiting for a page to load, got bored and the next thing I know, I’m going through the checkout on I bought ‘Fray’ written by Joss Whedon, creator of all things good in this world (Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel the Series, Firefly etc.). I initially wanted to buy the Angel comics, but there are so many of them and they are difficult to find (and thus not cheap), so I gave up and bought ‘Fray.’ I might also have to buy ‘Much Ado About Nothing,’ which is a Shakespeare play filmed by Joss Whedon in his backyard. I MUST HAVE IT.
It was nice knowing you, money.
Other plans for this day include reading and more reading. I am currently reading the fifth ‘Game of Thrones’ book ‘A Dance with Dragons.’ It’s roughly the size of a brick, but addictive to read. I suspect my wrists will pay for the pleasure of reading it (like I said, it’s big) but I also suspect that it will be very much worth it.
My shift at work yesterday afternoon was pretty good. It was suspiciously quiet in the centre. At one point, the girl who works at the jewellery store across from the clothes shop I work at abandoned her post and came over for a chat. She spent the whole time anxiously looking back and forth, making sure that she wasn’t missing any opportunities for conversation in her store. Her appearance was funny, actually. Just before she walked over, Hannah (fellow employee) and I were discussing the mystery of whether our store manager was pregnant or not. It was the first time that the topic had come up and I was incredibly relieved to find that Hannah was as mystified as I was, because I had been worried that my manager had told everybody about her pregnancy except for me. Instead, I realise that she hasn’t told anybody and the other girls I work with are as uncertain about it as I am. Phew. Anyway, Hannah and I were in the middle of discussing this latest development when Sam (lady from jewellery store) walked up and asked us ‘Is somebody in your store pregnant?”
Hannah and I looked at each other and started laughing, disbelievingly. For weeks it seems, this topic hasn’t seen the light of day, but suddenly everyone seemed to want to talk about it. So, we discussed it for awhile, coming to the conclusion that she is most likely pregnant.
Eventually, we had to get back to work of course, but I’m glad that it’s out in the open now. What that means for us, I’m not sure. I’ve had my share of awful bosses and if my manager is replaced by one, I’m not going to stick around and hope things change by itself (an unfortunate and unsuccessful plan of action I have taken before).
If I have to leave the shop, it may give me the excuse I need to pursue a job in a book store (something that I have been wanting for a long time).
That’s all from me today, folks.



2nd January, 2014

Just got a call from work asking if I could start a couple of hours earlier. Enthusiastically, I said “absolutely!”

Not really.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” I said, sounding as if I’d just agreed to have individual strands of my hair yanked out by crabby bus drivers.

So, that happened. What else…

Yesterday was quite productive, which is to be expected for the first day of the year. The trick is remaining consistent throughout the year, without the motivating factor of having a clean slate. I spent on a few hours on Uni work, finishing my first assessment. It just needs some polishing before I submit it. I wrote about 550 words for a fan fiction story as well as a general outline of the story. I have a habit of beginning stories with no idea of where I’m going with it or how it’s going to end. This year, I break that habit! (hopefully).

I finished reading ‘Good Omens’ by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. It was great; it made me really nostalgic for my mid-teens when I went through a total Discworld groupie phase (the setting for Terry Pratchett’s books). It was a timely Christmas present from my mum. Timely because I had just finished reading ‘American Gods’ and was eager for more Neil Gaiman. I even considered purchasing his ‘Sandman’ comic series online, but stopped myself at the last minute by remembering all of the bills that needed taking care of. Boo.

Anyway, imagine my delight when I opened the Christmas presents from my mum and discovered that she had bought me a stack of new Neil Gaiman books. ‘Good Omens’ stuck out among the selection because of its two authors, so I decided to give it a go first. Next thing I know, I’m giggling in the food court of the local shopping centre (where I work) and attracting weird looks from people. It’s a great book; I highly recommend it (but maybe don’t read it in public).

This morning, I got up early (blerg) so that I could go with my mum and sisters to a local coffee shop. It is something that we used to do on a regular basis, but the financial strain that ‘tis the Christmas season put a temporary stop to it. We seemed a little rusty at first; my sister even started reading at the table. By the time the coffee had gone cold and the pancakes had gotten soggy with syrup, we were chatting like crazy. It was nice.

Now, I’m back home and trying to make the most of these last few precious hours of freedom before my work shift (*cough* melodramatic). That means reading, writing, scrolling through facebook, sitting in front of the fan (it’s really hot) and more eating.

My life is a constant flurry of excitement, is it not?

Signing off…

1st January, 2014

Well, here goes.

Inspired by Neil Gaiman, I have decided to start a journal. What better day to start than the first day of a new year?

I can make it one of my New Year’s Resolutions to update it frequently. Not sure of how frequently I should do so, since I am not that interesting and there’s only so much tedium I can write about before the fabric of reality tears and the world collapses from immense boredom.

But I’ll see how I go.

So, I guess I should talk about stuff that I did. A quick recap of how I spent my New Year’s Eve:

  • Reading
  • Junk food eating. (Starbursts, twisties, ice-cream, soft-drink, chocolate- the whole nine yards)
  • Watching ‘Stepbrothers.’ (It was pretty funny.)
  • Watching the fireworks from our backyard with the sisters.
  • Subsequently, watching flocks of birds freak the hell out, screeching like crazy and flying away as fast as they could. Poor buggers. 
  • Reading some more.
  • Oh, and writing a little.

Not exactly what you would call ‘off-the-hook.’ But I liked it. I think it was appropriate. I remember thinking as I read and ate while listening to Arcade Fire’s amazing new album that the evening was effectively foreshadowing the rest of my year as it will undoubtedly be filled with books, music and food.

And yes, I think of myself in terms of characters sometimes. I am the protagonist of my own story. If I were to review it, I would say that it’s been somewhat of a slow start and the main character is not always that likeable, but  very realistic.

2014, here we go!

‘Hunger Games’ Purge

Over the last two days, I have binge-read the Hunger Games trilogy.
And now I’m having major withdrawals. I considered saving the third book for today, anticipating that depression would set in once I’d finished.
But, of course, I didn’t. I have no self-control. And I really, really liked reading these books.
I am always the last one to jump on a bandwagon. The ‘Hunger Games’ trilogy has been extremely popular for years and I never seriously considered reading them.
I’m not sure why this is. I remember them flying off the shelves when I worked in a book store a few years ago. Around the same time, the ‘Twilight’ books were also doing big business, so possibly I unconsciously related them in my mind. (However, I don’t plan to read that series.)
Another reason I may have overlooked the ‘Hunger Games’ series was because my Aunty recommended them. I love her and trust her taste, but at the time she was also avidly reading the ‘Twilight’ series, so… just no.

Anyway, jump cut to the present, where I find myself with the sudden urge to read the series. Why? The only reason I can think of is that I saw the trailer for the second movie in the ‘Hunger Games’ series and I was immediately excited to watch it.
I remember viewing the first one when it was released and I really enjoyed it, but for whatever reason, it didn’t make me rush out and purchase the books. So, this time around I think it all just came down to timing.
A few days after watching the trailer, I was seeing ‘Hunger Games’ promotional material everywhere and I went to the shops with my mum. It was Thursday. I was facing three days off of work with nothing planned and I was eager for something new to consume: a great television series or a great book.
At first, it seemed as if a television series was going to eat up my days off; I bought ‘Mad Men’ season 6 and the second series of ‘Twin Peaks.’ I figured that I was all set for a TV series marathon.
Until I wandered into a book store while waiting for my mum and began browsing. Within seconds, I had seen about eight books that I really wanted to read but the ‘Hunger Games’ series caught my eye. I hadn’t seen the new covers, the ‘adult’ version.

I considered buying them but they were $20 each and I had just spent a considerable amount of money on DVDs, so I didn’t. I had the sneaking suspicion that I would regret doing so.
Later at home, I mentioned that I almost bought the books to my brother and he said, “Lucky you didn’t because I already have the first one.”

So, that’s how that started.
Next thing I know, the second half of the day is spent engrossed in the first book ‘The Hunger Games.’ I didn’t get very far in it before knowing that I would have to somehow get the next two, and fast.
I finished the first book that night and the next morning, I went to the local shops in search for the other two. I found the second book ‘Catching Fire’ at the library but none of the shops had the third book ‘Mockingjay.’
Eager to read the second book but knowing that pretty soon I would be desperate for the third, I went home.
And I read. And read. And read. Near to the end, I sent my sister a text begging her to buy the third book for me after she finished work, which she did.
I finished the second book at around 5pm, but decided to have a little break. I discussed it with my mum; she advised me to save the third for today and I knew that she was right.
But still I didn’t listen. I devoured that sucker, reading until midnight had come and gone.
After I was finished, I was in kind of a post-binge reading stupor. Completely caught up in the ‘Hunger Games’ world but having no choice but to wake up back in reality.
It took me a long time to fall asleep.

Now, it’s today. I had hoped that a night of sleeping would have shaken me out of the stupor but most of it remained. I wandered aimlessly through the house, not feeling like doing anything but reading more of the books. Except there aren’t anymore.
Finally, I decided that I needed to be productive. Getting things done and completing tasks would distract me out of my funk.
So, I sat down to my computer with the aim of continuing a story that I’ve been working on.
But nothing happened. I was still so entrenched in the world of the ‘Hunger Games’; I couldn’t focus on another world. I was still stuck inside Katniss’ head; I couldn’t see from another character’s point of view.

So, I did the only thing I could think of. I wrote about it. About the books and my experience with them.
This is a very self-indulgent blog post. I am basically trying to rid myself of an obsession by going on and on about it. Purging myself of the ‘Hunger Games,’ I guess.
Now, here I am. Having got all of that out of my system. Thank you, readers, if you made it this far. My mind feels somewhat clearer now.
I may just be able to work on my story.
Wish me luck!
And may the odds be ever in your favour!

Spring has Sprung

First off, I have to apologise for my absence. I have some killer exams coming up- starting Monday and preparing for them is eating up my time like a gluttonous… thing that eats time?

Clearly, my absence is doing wonders for my writing. (sarcasm)

Anyway, this Daily Prompt intrigued me. I live in Australia, which is characterised by its dry, hot climate (for good reason) but that doesn’t mean we don’t experience the full shebang (what? I don’t know) of every season.

At the moment, in good old Oz, it’s Spring. And boy, is it ever!

Flowers have sprung out of nowhere, in beautiful, vibrant colours. In my suburb, there are many trees full of red bottlebrushes. I have one in my own front yard.


Every now and then, I see pink bottlebrush trees, which are very pretty. My neighbour, who is a grizzly elderly man (but surprisingly kind) has a random lovely orange flower growing in his overgrown lawn. Every time I see it, I think it’s a bright spot in a sea of green. I hope he doesn’t pull it out.

The flowers and plants have made their way onto people’s clothing, also. Spring fashion is here. I can say that with a modicum of authority as I work at a women’s clothing store. Bright colours, earthy tones, tropical prints and florals, florals, florals.

I like it. It’s fun, it’s cheery. The tropical prints, especially, make me think of exotic vacations in faraway jungles.

Fashion is escapism.

But I’m wandering on and off topic, aren’t I? I haven’t answered the question of the prompt:

Are you glad to be moving into a new season, or wishing for one more week of the old?

I think it’s safe to say that I am enjoying this new season and I don’t particularly want winter to linger around for any longer.

I used to think of Spring as a transition season- the step between winter and summer. However, I’m coming to realise that it has its own value. Its warm without being ridiculously hot (I’m looking at you, Australian summers!) and the return of colour to the world after a dreary winter is like going from b/w Kansas into Oz.

You can’t help but have your mood uplifted when the sun is out. Your worries seem a little less… worrisome when the world is so colourful and warm.

So, yes- Good riddance to Winter. *sultry tone* And hellllooooo, Spring!

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Sorry for the absence!


I have been very quiet on here lately.

I’m sorry- it’s unavoidable. I have multiple important exams coming up and my brain space feels like its filled to the brink with information relating to the subjects I’m studying.

Literally, I feel like I can’t handle anymore thoughts that are not related to these upcoming exams.

For that reason, I’m afraid that I will have to go on a little hiatus.

Just until these exams are over.


See you then 😉

Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire!


This is not an admirable goal, but…
I wish I had the talent to lie.
I know, I know- bad person alert.
I suck at lying.
I stammer, I ramble, I avoid eye contact. Basically every tell-tale sign that people exhibit when they lie, I exhibit.
I’m just not good at it.
And I wish I was.
Because you cannot tell me that the ability to lie effectively does not come in handy every now and then.
Even just white lies to save people’s feelings, for instance, “Yes, those jeans really do make your butt look smaller.” “That’s okay. I like tea without milk and sugar.” “Your car isn’t that messy. Everyone finds decomposed apples under the seat all the time.”
The ability to lie effectively seems particularly enticing this morning. I was just called and asked if I could work a shift in another town.
I didn’t particularly want to work today. Besides having a lot of studying to do, I just didn’t feel like spending a couple of hours travelling somewhere for a three hour shift and then a couple of hours travelling home.
So I lied.
I said I had to watch my little sisters.
If I had just left it at that, I probably would have gotten away with it.
Except I got flustered as I always do when I lie.
I went into hyper-explanation mode:
“I have to watch my sisters… because my mum went to Sydney to visit my Aunt and do an assignment for her course. Its school holidays so my sisters are at home and they’re too young to be by themselves. They were originally going to go with her, but the car was making a funny noise so she borrowed her friend’s car which doesn’t have as many seats so my sisters couldn’t go. I think they were happy about it, anyway.”
I said all of this at high-speed. Full-on rambling mode. I imagine the girl I was talking to was eager to get off of the phone.
As soon as she hung up, waves of guilt rolled over me. Not so much about not doing the shift, they can easily find someone else.
No, I felt bad for lying. I mean, really, couldn’t I have just said I have a lot of studying to do? Why did I have to concoct a big story?
Probably due to a combination of an overactive imagination and a guilty conscience.
So, I don’t think that I really got away with it. What I said was true by the way- all of that about my mum and sisters. The detail I failed to mention was that my dad happened to have the day off today, so it wasn’t necessary for me to stay home.
A lie mixed with truth.
I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren’t for that stinking mutt- I mean, guilty conscience!
I guess it’s not such a bad thing, now that I think about it.

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