V I C E
May 1st, 2012

TURN ON THE BRIGHT LIGHTS

I got this post ready yesterday, however, I was waaay too tired to actually type anything and click the publish button. I’ve been thinking about the future lately. I haven’t properly thought about the future (my future) for a while, like I used to. I guess I’ve been completely preoccupied with other things, other pointless things. Imaginary feelings my mind has been creating, perhaps to purposely distract me. What a bitch.

I’ve been thinking about what sort of career I’m going to pursuit. Although I recently completed my degree in design and am obviously interested in the creative side of life, there is also a part of me intrigued by something else. When I was younger I wanted to be a lawyer or a detective, or…. a CIA double agent, hahaha. I actually looked into that once, turns out being a U.S citizen is a requirement to work for the Central Intelligence Agency. Duh. Okay, maybe that interest kind of stemmed from my favourite child hood show, Alias. Whaat? It seemed like an awesome job. Helping fight against the ultimate evil, while dressing up in cool costumes and awesome wigs, who wouldn’t want to do that?

Seriously though, I don’t know why, but I’ve always had a fascination with solving dangerous mysteries, and upholding the justice and blah blah blah. You get the point. I really did want to be a detective at one point, my dad said it was way too dangerous though, so I just gave up on that dream. Plus, I kind of got consumed by my online life in my teens, which set up this path for me. Now that I’m at that point, where I have to start thinking about the rest of my life, I’m not sure what direction I really want to take. Deciding is scary. What if I make the wrong choice? Sometimes the choices are made for me though. I just finished looking at applying for a specific job, sadly the applications closed a few months ago and don’t open again until next year. I was also about to apply for a Master of Counter-Terrorism, however, all places for that course are full fee. Unfortunately, I can’t afford to pay over $15,000 upfront for a course. Are these signs from the universe? I don’t know.

When deciding what to do with your life, people often ask you to consider this question: what really makes you happy? What if you don’t know what really makes you happy? What if there’s more than one thing that makes you happy? What if NOTHING makes you happy? What is happiness? Even if you were to somehow discover what it is that makes you ‘happy’, Is it not highly possible that what makes you happy today could change tomorrow, or in five years, or in five days!!!!!!!!!!?

Ok, ok, let’s not turn this into a philosophy class, cause I aint a philosophy teacher. My boyfriend makes me happy, that doesn’t lead to a job though. What if you’re genuinely confused, then what? I guess only time will tell. Alternatively, I could always decide to completely reject this society I live in and do something completely different. Liiiike, live in an isolated forest without modern technology and grow all my own vegetables. Hmm.

EDIT: WOOOOW, I JUST REALISED I HAVE 100 FOLLOWERS ON BLOGLOVIN’ THANK YOU!! :)  

April 25th, 2012

SHIVER

It’s currently 12.59AM, The Bureau of Meteorology informs me that it’s 10 degrees celsius. It seems like it’s finally cooling down in Melbourne. I’m ready to sleep, but my hair is wet and my room is cold, so I have to wait. What better way to pass the time, than to blog? I can hear cars doing burn outs right now, I find that shit so lame. There must be a lot of people going out tonight, as tomorrow is a public holiday for us living ‘down under’. All I want to do is be warm and sleep though, damn you wet hair!

I wore this outfit on Saturday night to attend two parties. Two very different parties. I was trying to look unique enough for the second party, yet ‘normal’ enough for the first. Finding a balance wasn’t easy. I felt ridiculously overdressed at the first party and a little boring at the second. Eh. Whatever.

I feel like too much of a zombie to keep typing, but I want to add one more thing before I end this post. Two days ago, after my boyfriend and I had dinner in the city, we were walking towards the train station. On the way, we walked by a homeless man asking for money. I was shocked at what he asked everybody who walked by, “spare some change for heroin?” Err, give you my hard earned money so you can purchase heroin? I think not! Ah… people.

April 23rd, 2012

COMEBACK

Today I’ll be sharing the outfit I wore on the day that creepy man decided to stare at me with gross intentions yet again. Is it because I was wearing tights that looked like thigh high socks? Is it because I was wearing a sequin bow? Is it because I was wearing massive heels? Is it because I just looked more ‘dressed up’ than the majority of people in the area? My brain almost reaches exploding point when I try to understand why some men think that it is their right to just blatantly make girls and women feel like objects because of a certain way they may be dressed. I just don’t understand. I don’t dress the way I do for anyone except myself.

I recently ordered a few lipsticks from Illamasqua, I currently own a black lipstick from the brand and guys, their lipstick is so good. It’s definitely the best quality lipstick I own. I’m looking forward to receiving the new shades I ordered. Anyway, I didn’t bring this up to mainly discuss lipstick. While I was on their website, I noticed that they supported a charity called S.O.P.H.I.E, I was intrigued and decided to find out what it was about. The story I read horrified me. Readers from England and Europe might already know about this. The charity name stands for, Stamp Out Prejudice, Hatred and Intolerance Everywhere. The girl the charity is named after, Sophie Lancaster, was kicked to death in 2007 while she was walking home with her boyfriend, for no reason other than dressing like a goth. Her boyfriend was attacked first and Sophie shielded him, in an effort to protect him. She was then attacked herself. Both Sophie and her boyfriend went into comas after the attack. Her boyfriend survived, but tragically, Sophie never recovered and her life support was switched off. This poor girl had her life taken away because she looked different. Isn’t it terrifying that dressing differently could make you a target for the worst type of people that exist?

Reading stories like that make me realise how fucking disgusting the human race can be. I feel so bad for her mother, how could you ever feel that justice has been served after an event like that? What a horrific, terrible way to die. :( What’s even worse, is that apparently the youths who went ahead with this vicious attack, had absolutely no remorse, apparently the main offender was joking and laughing with his mother when he was being questioned by police. Ugh, the whole thing just makes me sick. You can read more about the charity here.

April 22nd, 2012

WASTED

I’m wasted. Not in the intoxicated sense, in the drained, physically exhausted sense. My body is so frail and weak, after three intensely busy days, I’m ready to just crawl into a dark cave and sleep for weeks. Like an animal in hibernation. I’m so ridiculously tired right now, I don’t even know how I’m typing right now. I want to sleep so badly but it’s only 10.11PM. A little less than two hours till I can allow myself to sleep.

Quite possibly the only time you will ever see my teeth exposed. If these images didn’t already make it obvious enough, I graduated a few days ago. I spent my last official day as a student. I guess I’m an alumni now. Ready to… TAKE ON THE WORLD. Mostly, I just really want to get a job, an actual graphic design job, sooner rather than later.

Ancora Imparo

Hugging my graduation teddy.

I think this Ramones t-shirt is the oldest clothing item I have. I bought it when I was 15, six years, that’s a pretty long time for me. My dad thought it was inappropriate for the formal graduation ceremony. Whatever, I wanted to wear it because I purchased it around the time I really started to take creativity seriously and actually thought about pursuing something like graphic design as a future career. It kind of symbolises the journey I’ve taken since that time.

April 18th, 2012

OOOPS

So, I haven’t blogged for six days. Mah bad. I guess I just haven’t been in a sharing mood lately, which is, kind of necessary for blogging. More like, I’ve  been looking like shit recently, no joke. Working equates to boring outfits, unworthy of being documented. I get home from work and wear my pyjamas and then spend the rest of the day trying not to be anxious. What a bloody long journey with anxiety. It is getting better, (for anyone who may care to know) I promise! I have realised that permanently being free of that mind frame is a long process.. I just keep telling myself that if my imaginary, over exaggerated chest pains and sensations were in fact a serious issue, I highly doubt I’d still be alive right now. I mean, it’s been going on for months.

Moving on to a lighter topic. Orthodox Easter falls on a different date to regular Easter, so my family celebrated Easter this past Sunday. I didn’t really celebrate it myself though. Usually I’d be somewhere, stuffing my face. This year, the slightly sickening tradition of over eating had to be postponed as I had work, as did much of my immediate family. I still decided to wear some bunny ears to mark the ocassion. Not that the easter rabbit has anything to do with the original meaning of Easter. Wow, I just typed that word (Easter… ah! I did it again!) six times. Geez, someone matrix me a new vocab, fo real.

I’m just going to stop typing now because I can’t get over how dull and boring I sound. Hopefully someone will inject some life into me soon. People have referred to me as Daria so many times, I can’t exactly blame them. You should hear me in real life, HA HA HA HA HA. TTYL.

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