Archive for October, 2009

B-Gyaru FTW

October 29, 2009

Kowata kotu aru~~~

I love me some hot B-Gyaru styles, so excuse me while I indulge my fashion side with some examples of what’s rockin in Shibuya right now. If we had chicks runnin the streets of Melb with this kind of gear, I’d be all over it with the photographic journalism, but unfortunately even the Gyaru-type girls here are pretty tame. B-Gyaru rock the urban street look, inspired by hip hop and r&b, they often wear their hair in braids or with bright coloured streaks. Hot pants, neon colours and black are big winners, with baseball caps, lots of bling and of course, hoodies.

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That might be enough for now. As you can see they love sneakers and boots. I love those cute baby doll dresses paired with the boots in the last one, reminds me of Rihanna in Shut Up And Drive, when she wears that short black dress with the white stars on it. Everything she wears in that clip is hot. I think I might have to start getting into hats, I have none but they look so cool on them. I can’t wait till I can finally go to Tokyo and absorb this style in its natural habitat! Until next time..

Oyasuminasai, yoi yume o~~~

Damn Wimminz

October 25, 2009

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Hey guize! I just came across this article about the top ten cruelest things women do to men. It was written by a woman, an alleged ‘Emily Miller’, but we all know there ain’t no girls on the intarwebs and this is obviously another 40 year old pervert posing as a chick. Lets see what Emilio has to say:

10. They don’t pick up the phone.

Maybe that’s coz you’re a stalker? Who calls people on the phone anymore anyway? Its all mes’n nowadays.. ‘Come meet me here’ this and ‘Booty call me later’ that. And what about the guys who say they’ll call and never do?

9. Use men for free drinks.

Why you expecting anything out of a drink? Take it back if you think it means we owe you anything but a short conversation. When I think a guy is cute I prefer to buy HIM a drink, and if he’s not cool I walk off, no hard feelings.

8. Use men as placeholders.

This refers to keeping a guy around until you find a better one. Sif men don’t do this too!

7. Emotionally manipulate men.

Lol, we cry to get our own way and have hissy fits apparently, the emotional, hysterical women that we are. If you’re stupid enough to fall for it or to accept that behaviour then you’re just as dumb as each other. Don’t blame us for your idiocy.

6. USE PHYSICAL VIOLENCE(?!?!?!)

What the hell? Get the fuck outta here! As if woman-perpetrated violence on men is in any way as much of a problem as the at least ten times bigger numbers that equate crimes against women. This gave you away Emilio, you silly fuck!

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5. Criticise their men in public.

God forbid we ever speak out in disagreement with our man in public, where it might be misconstrued that he is not controlling his woman! Check your ego, douche.

4. They don’t disclose their relationship status.

Ever had a convo with a chick to only find out 20mins in that she is taken? WHAT A WASTE OF TIME WHAT THE FUCK WHO WANTS TO TALK TO SOMEONE YOU CAN’T SCORE ASS OFF THIS IS A CRIME AGAINST THE MALE KINGDOM GODDAMN LYING BITCHES!!!1! MISOGYNY! FUCK OPRAH!

3. They withhold sex.

Ohhh, spousal rape. You owe him sex you silly woman, don’t you know? Consent on his side is all that’s necessary! What, you think you get to decide what to do with your own body? Hahaha, that’s rich. Drop those panties.

2. They test their men.

This is the act of trying to get him to do something he doesn’t want to, and then saying ‘But don’t you love me?’ to try and coerce him. This behaviour is only fine when its him requesting sex, you better think again if its you requesting company, you selfish bitch!

AND THE DRUMROLL..

1. They flirt to inspire jealousy.

Ohhh, go fuck yourself. Top article, Emilio.

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Show Me What You Got Shorty

October 13, 2009

“Why even fool with these other guys, they all stingy

All these dudes know how to say is gimme

Gimme some head, gimme some brain

Gimme your number, gimme your name

But if I get one night baby girl I swear

I’ll make you tell these other dudes gimme got ya here!”

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My disclaimer is as following: I am disenchanted with the male population at the moment, as a long term single woman, I feel I am allowed a certain percentage of disillusionment with the opposite sex. Lets not get overly defensive, on the most part, I love you guys. I always give you a chance, perhaps naively, when I should be more closed to this kind of thing. Be lenient on my musings!

My question of the week is this: How long before a guy expects to sleep with a girl?

This is something I think obviously depends on the guy in question. You get an idiot guy, he wants it the night he meets you. A nice guy would wait longer before getting frustrated with you. A normal guy would expect it early, push for it if he doesn’t get it, and lash if someone else is giving it away for free. Oh my god, that sounded really bitter didn’t it? I’m sorry.

To be completely honest with you, it wouldn’t at all be out of line to call me a commitment-phobe. I mean, if you read the archives, there’s a lot of dating and a lot of me running away. Its hard enough to get me to settle down, let alone commit to them. And I won’t sleep with a guy unless I’m committed to him, which I think is fair. But my roadblock is always that he won’t commit to me unless he’s slept with me. So there’s a deadlock.

“Lemme get that huh, what you got up in them jeans?

Put it on me, or get lonely

Lemme get that huh, you know five car garages

Name on your bank account, all day massages

Lemme get that huh, I wanna put it on blast

Lemme get that, slow it down before I make you crash boy

Got what you want baby, got what you need

We can’t proceed less you got that for me..”

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I’m pretty much my only single friend, all my kids are hooked up with someone and it’s like, once you’re out of the game too long, you have no idea. What is the waiting period? A week, a month, three months? Six? Sadly, my side of town is rather.. promiscuous. The people here don’t think twice about a one night stand, so the ones I could ask are going to have a very skewed opinion.

Lets not forget the times are changing. What was going down four years ago is not going down today. Sexual activity is on the increase, drastically. On any weekend you could decide to pick up someone simply for sex and that would not be unusual. Back in the day, it was less common. To me, its fucking wack. Along with this relaxation of attitudes I’m finding there is this notion of entitlement. A kiss is no longer just a kiss. It has to lead to something. Nothing annoys me more than when I’m with someone and we’re making out, and he tries something but I decline, and then he gets shitty because he thought it was going somewhere!

It happens so often that I’ve come to the conclusion that either I pick the worst guys to date or its just normal for there to be action within the first couple of weeks. Apparently, I’m the unusual one! Maybe I’m being unrealistic, expecting someone to wait when they could just go out tomorrow and get it without having to endure the whole dating thing. Has the sequence become sex, dating, baby, engagement? Am I completely out of the loop?

I know, I know, if he’s a good guy he won’t push me and he’ll be a complete gentleman and all of that. But its hard to believe in these magical elusive guys when I never run into any. And I have a large pool to select from, with uni, work, friends of friends, and guys I meet out and about. I’m starting to think someone’s been telling me fairy tales.

So has anyone noticed this change in the game plan? What are your experiences? How long do you wait?

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“Truth or dare mami, listen and learn

I got a drop, I just took off the top

It’s your turn!

Show me what you got lil mama

Show me what you got pretty lady

Show me what you got shorty

Show me what you got baby

Hands up, now wave, wave, wave..”

Further Down The River

October 7, 2009

“I’m floating down a river

Oars freed from their holds long ago

Lying face up on the floor of my vessel

I marvel at the stars

And feel my heart overflow

Further down the river..”

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Its spring time and all I want to do is float along the breeze.

I have this beautiful dream where I drift along the Mekong under a cloudy sky, while the warm wind rustles through the reeds and across my skin. I’m looking forward to a time when I can escape and rest, do nothing but enjoy the natural scene around me and find some peace. Alone.

I’ve never felt the need to run away before, but lately it’s all I can picture. I’m sick of my suburb, sick of the city, sick of the same things all the time. I don’t feel connected enough to what’s around me and I want to explore new scenes. I want to paint different landscapes in my head to remember wistfully when I grow up.

It strikes me as unusual, I never cared much for travel before. I liked visiting countries but I was always the first to get homesick. Today the idea of packing up my things and moving to Sydney, Surfers Paradise or Saigon seems like heaven. Have a goodbye party, wish my family the best and start again somewhere the sun shines more often. Somewhere I can work a silly job for enough money to cover my vodka and hangover food, that still leaves me with the energy to focus on writing completely.. for once.

I dig my toes into the sand

The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds

Strewn across a blue plain

I lean against the wind

Pretend that I am weightless

And in this moment I am happy..”

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Six months ago, the tarot reader told me that he thought I was disconnected from my course, that it wasn’t something I enjoyed or learned much from. At the time I smiled & nodded, but privately believed he was wrong. My subjects weren’t the best, but I knew it was the path I had to take to get where I wanted to go. But now.. he was so right. I hate my course. I’m doing units purely to make up the points for the paper, not because they’re teaching me anything I particularly want to learn. I already aced the subjects I thought were interesting and now I’m left with filling the requirements of my second major with subjects that mean nothing to me. I could care less about media audiences! I don’t give a shit about the culture of corporations! I don’t even like children, so why am I studying their texts?!

What does this degree mean to me? I’ve always hated that it concentrated more on the structure of writing than the craft. I want something more detailed and in-depth, something that actually excites me to learn about. I want workshops and weekly articles, I want to know what makes a good sentence and what is better left out. I’m tired of shutting up and making do, putting in the hard slog for an achievement that I don’t see any merit in.

So what should I do? Find a better course? Disengage from university and try harder to get something real happening? A freelance career or whatever? Stick it out for these last 8 or so months and just push through the painful parts? My dad would be so disappointed in me if I quit. His face is the only thing stopping me from running away and going it alone. But it’s not his life, it’s mine. And I’m not so doting that I would endure it simply to please him. Or am I?

“My biggest fear will be the rescue of me

Strange how it turns out that way, yea..

Can you show me dear

Something I’ve not seen?

Something infinitely interesting..”

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I want to be out there doing something! I hate these stupid assignments, they have nothing to do with what I envision myself partaking in as a journalist. And the worst part is that I’m planning to go back to that insufferable job again this summer, to try and make enough money to last through another uni semester, which means that if I’m not too drained from boring assignments to write, then I will be too drained from the data entry work! Thus continuing the cycle of no inspiration, no motivation, no drive or energy to write pieces that are meaningful.

I hate that my blog is neglected, it’s the only piece of me that I’m really proud of, and its falling away to some kind of misguided attempt at gaining social status. I want to write posts that are beautiful and inspiring, I want to further my technique and see where I’m going wrong and learn something that will be of value to me. I want to move forward, but all I’m doing is drifting further behind. This blog is the only thing that should be important, it’s the only real chance I have of progress, and I’ve been throwing it away. It’s no wonder I’ve felt so lost and depressed. I always thought I was the type of person who put her passion first, but evidently I have not been.

I’m miserable when I can’t write. And I have been miserable for so long, pushing this away with the idea that I was doing what I had to, to get back to where I wanted. But it’s right here, and I can’t allow myself to take it due to this overpowering need to avert ‘failure’. My parents will think I’m giving up. Why does it matter so much to me what they think? I’m the one who lives my life, I’m the one who knows what I have to do to get ahead. I’m so tired of being too tired to write. It honestly shatters me. Can you imagine the feeling of not being able to do the one thing you truly loved?

Failure, failure, failure.. I have to change something.

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“I’m building an antenna

Transmissions will be sent when I am through

Maybe we could meet again

Further down the river

And share what we both discovered

Then revel in the view

Further down the river..”