EmosAlright, folks. Enough of the emo hate. As I understand, it has become a social norm to blindly hate on emos for no apparent real reason. I say this because the only lame objections I hear about them are things such as, "yeah, they cry all the time", "they're annoying", "they dress like each other" or "they hang out in medium to large sized ( Read more... )

Oh my god. I just spent the last five minutes frantically yelling at my mum through my mobile to convince her out of buying $500 tickets (per head) to the Iron Chef cook-off in Sydney ( Read more... )

Tonight I watched most of the Foreign Correspondent story on a suicide bomber, Samer Hammad. I cried and I cried ( Read more... )

There are two important issues that jump out at me when the controversial sermon of Sheik Taj el-Din al Hilaly is discussed. The first is affirming women's sexual rights - that is, striving towards maximising the ability of women to exercise their autonomy in the domain of sex and to ensure women live free from sexual violence. The second, less ( Read more... )

Justin Timberlake reminds me of why Michael Jackson was a musical legend through what is a very fantastic form of imitation. And in that same way is how I love that the Scissor Sisters' wrote Take Your Mama. If you can't expect Elton John to produce any more of his good oldschool shit, then you may as well get someone else to do it and do it well ( Read more... )

I live in a South Eastern suburb in Sydney called Kingsford, somewhere between the airport and Moore Park and very close to UNSW ( Read more... )

There's nothing that makes you feel more like a loser more than paying for your peanut M&Ms, punching in the code, watching that metallic spiral whirl away from the packet only to witness the physics-defying packet stick there.

Goddamned vending machine.

I hate it when you're eating something good and then you miss, it falls out of your mouth and then you can't find the bit that got away.

Not only did you get gypped of that bit of food, but then there's fear of sitting or stepping on it later, or it slowly decomposing in some hidden spot in your house.

So it's week two of back to uni ( Read more... )

There's so much left to do.

I hope you feel the same and are thinking of good ways of how to go about it, too.