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(from Indexed by Jessica Hagy) Me? I’m on curve A,...

Mon, 06 Jul 2009 10:28:00 +1000

(from Indexed by Jessica Hagy)

Me? I’m on curve A, co-ords (1000, 1000) :(

my dad is awesome.

Sun, 05 Jul 2009 23:41:09 +1000

Me: *looking out the window* Oh shit...
Dad: What are you looking at? Did you find the moon?
Me: WHAT? NO! I just remembered that I forgot to take the bloody clothes off the line!
Dad: Is that it? Whatever, I'll do it now.
Me: *getting hysterical* NO YOU CAN'T DO IT NOW! MUM IS DOWNSTAIRS! SHE WILL KNOW I FORGOT TO TAKE THEM DOWN IF YOU DO IT NOW!
Dad: ...
Me: I'LL DO IT WHEN SHE GOES TO SLEEP, THEN I'LL PUT THEM IN THE DRYER!!!
Dad: Nah. I'll do it now. I'll just pretend to be out having a smoke.
Me: ....omg you are a genius.

Can One Even BE Douchier?

Sun, 05 Jul 2009 12:23:00 +1000

Can One Even BE Douchier?:

Guess what?! Starving children are really motivated to go out and get jobs! Wait, wait, wait, CHILDREN? Children can’t even get jobs! What is this woman thinking? Does she want them to starve until they’re 15, 16 waiting for the time they can get jobs and surviving only on their “motivation”?

Oh but there’s more, because she wants them to get jobs at MCDONALDS (which let me tell you, after working there for two years, you don’t want to work there unless realllllly desperate) because they will feed you for free! I don’t know about this woman. She either wants you to starve, or get really fat. Either way, it’s a freaking problem and I just… WHAT THE HELL?

shinycrunchy: Most of the really popular tumblogs (Based on a quick peek at the US directory) are...

Sun, 05 Jul 2009 01:14:00 +1000

shinycrunchy: Most of the really popular tumblogs (Based on a quick peek at the US directory) are ones that are all about posting pretty pictures. It’s nice to have people that collect aesthetically pleasing things found around the Internet for everyone to see, but at the same time it’s a shame. I’m sure that there are heaps of great writers with their own original material that use Tumblr who put in effort into being kick ass and deserve more recognition. I don’t consider searching Flickr or whatever for black and white photos of thin women sucking on cigs as putting in an effort, sorry.

… Unless it’s fuckyeahblackandwhitephotosofthinwomenwithcigs, in which case go for it. You’re doing well!

A to the men. Can we please have more popular tumblrs and posts that are all about the words (and have put honest efforts into the ones that they put out), as opposed to the same old continually reblogged, pretty (but ultimately shallow) images?

The Monster without a Name “He finally had a name…...

Sat, 04 Jul 2009 23:55:32 +1000

The Monster without a Name

“He finally had a name… but…”

it's really weird driving around by myself.

Fri, 03 Jul 2009 16:47:00 +1000

Half the time I’m fucking terrified of killing myself and any possible passengers/pedestrians/other drivers and the other half of the time, my face is in danger of splitting in half from my constant grinning.

But I would do well to remember that driving’s not a freaking game. I don’t think I’m a bad driver and I have confidence, but I just have to keep in the back of my mind that anything could happen and I really could kill or hurt someone.

I just got called by a telemarketer...

Thu, 02 Jul 2009 18:13:52 +1000

…and I let them talk AT (yes at, not to) me about their packages and what not for three minutes.

I just… I can’t hang up on people! I only got mad when they tried to get me to give other people’s phone numbers to them. NO WAY, JOSE!

“What is a browser?” was the question we asked over 50 passersby...

Thu, 02 Jul 2009 18:10:00 +1000

“What is a browser?” was the question we asked over 50 passersby of different ages and backgrounds in the Times Square in New York. Watch the many responses people came up with.

Watching this video makes me wonder why, how and and what people use the internet for, what they think it does and how they think it works. I mean, I know I’m a fucking hipster tumblette, tweeting twatface, facebook addict, last.fm stats whore, myspace comment bitch and a livejournal fangirl and thus I am soooooooo internet savvy (har har), but… GOOGLE IS NOT A BROWSER, PEOPLE!!!

(via anquex, swissmiss)

Fuck yeah, life is good

Thu, 02 Jul 2009 13:44:10 +1000

I got my Ps, I’m turning 18 in 24 days, I’m celebrating my awesome best friend’s birthday in 23 days, school holidays are in 9 days, I’m kicking ass in Japanese, I’m not really kicking ass in Maths but who cares because it scales up, I’m going to Japan in 5 months with my best guy friend, I have a job, I have money, I have savings and IF YOU EVER HEAR ME COMPLAIN, PLEASE COME UP TO ME AND SLAP ME SILLY.

verydefinitely: Party Kids by the way, this is not a realistic...

Thu, 02 Jul 2009 08:12:03 +1000

verydefinitely: Party Kids

by the way, this is not a realistic asian childhood picture because we usually get mushroom/bowl haircuts around that age.

The truth in that statement overwhelms me. I HAVE PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE OF MY OWN MUSHROOM CUT!!!

Therefore that cute little girl MUST be wearing a wig!

Not Subtle at All

Wed, 01 Jul 2009 12:02:00 +1000

Not Subtle at All:

I have a feeling this is the kind of thing my dad would send to me if he knew how to work a computer.

Fobby dads FTW!!!

Picspam: Gossip Girl VS Hana Yori Dango

Wed, 01 Jul 2009 11:54:21 +1000

Picspam: Gossip Girl VS Hana Yori Dango: You will lol. You will freak out at the similarities. You will wonder “WHY DIDN’T I SEE THIS BEFORE!” and then if you’re like me, you will be convinced once again that Hana Yori Dango IS God and really taking over the world.

MY DUMPLINGS!!! “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE???” I...

Tue, 30 Jun 2009 22:47:30 +1000

MY DUMPLINGS!!!

“WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE???”

I loled and hoped I’ve never been this much of a bitch to my brother. Ok, I have been once but I’m pretty sure it was over something more than dumplings.

(via disgrasian)

mae wo muitereba, mata aemasuka?

Tue, 30 Jun 2009 09:37:57 +1000

If we both face forward, can we ever meet again?

Manga-style illustrations by Shohei Otomo

Tue, 30 Jun 2009 09:24:00 +1000

Manga-style illustrations by Shohei Otomo:

Gritty and eye catching (and very creepy in some ways), in striking reds and intricate details.

(Art amazes me, I’ve always wished I could draw…)

said.

Mon, 29 Jun 2009 23:18:00 +1000

Plainly you said “I was thinking about you” and I said “No”, or so you said.
Is it the fault of the “no” that we never started? “I think this is what it is,” I said.
Yet to divide what I think and what I thought and what I say and what I said,
Is so practised, so regular, so easy.
“You still cannot tell the difference,” I said.

"I feel like a poet whose words gurgle and bubble and boil and eventually it passes and I choke on my own spit."

Mon, 29 Jun 2009 19:05:00 +1000

notforthethrill: I like the way you put this.

I’m glad you did because it was me.

to toaster (and others):

Mon, 29 Jun 2009 14:56:00 +1000

kimi e aruitakute, kimi wo mitsumetai
aruite, aruite, aruite, ayamaranakereba naranai.
chanto.
aruku koto wo naraitai.
aruku koto wo mada… naraimasu.

(i want to walk towards you, i want to find you.
walk, walk, walk, i must apologise.
properly.
i want to learn, how to walk.
i am still… learning how to walk.)

moonlight, tiles and smoke.

Mon, 29 Jun 2009 00:00:45 +1000

I hang out in the bathroom when I feel like shit. I kind of stare out the window and wish that I smoked, just to see the smoke float around in the dark while the moon highlights it.

I spent some time in the bathroom tonight.

In other news, I am listening to the news in French and failing dismally at understanding much of what they are saying. I am screwed for my French listening exam tomorrow.

six years

Sun, 28 Jun 2009 17:58:30 +1000

When she came to Australia, my mother wasn’t able to speak to her parents for six years.

If I didn’t speak to mine for six years, I’d be dead inside. I can’t imagine not speaking to either of them. Every time my mother tells me her crazy stories of arriving in Australia with thirty dollars or working two jobs seven days a week or and dealing with my dad’s gambling mother, it never scares or worries me as much as thinking about not talking to mum and dad for most of a decade.

But things are easy for us these days. We can go around the world a thousand and one times and you can always pick up the phone, or write an email. It’s just so easy. Why do I always complain about how it’s so hard?