Posts Tagged ‘blog’

Strangely Familiar

July 14, 2012

By chance I ran into someone the other day who reminded me I have a blog. I didn’t think about it too much, but it sat in the back of my mind, floating there.. waiting.

Today it told me to log back in. It took me 5 minutes just to track down my password.

So I opened it up, prepared to be horrified and ashamed of the terrible writing that must of taken place here.

But… Its not so bad. Its even touching, and a little bit raw, like only a naive 20ish girl could be.

I stopped writing when I finished uni, save for my journal and a poem here or there. That was November 2011. I’d stopped writing here months before that. I honestly thought it was a childish dream that I’d grown out of, and I’d never want to engage in it again. I thought I’d used up all my youthful inspiration and that it doesn’t matter what you write, because none of it makes a difference and its all the same story.

But its not. Because I’ve still been reading. I watched my sister develop her own writing style on her tumblr, which sounded oh so familiar to a certain blog I used to run where I voiced my outraged complaints about the world. And about finding spirituality and love. The similarities were so intense. Its only fair she should get to see where my creativity went at her age.

So maybe I will have to read all the archives, delete a few posts? Or maybe I will just leave it.

I miss those blogging days though, what a different time.

It seems strange that I no longer have the urge to write now that I am in my own house, with my own cat, on my own bed listening to the birds singing outside my window. This was supposed to be the ultimate environment for my creativity. And I’ve neglected it, neglected my brain.

I’ve been very busy that’s true. But aren’t we all. Yet here I am.

I think I will come again.

Her name is Honey Fox.

EDIT: Once I posted this, wordpress awarded me some certificate for making it to 180 posts! fate n shiz


I’m Tweeting!

November 3, 2010

Hey! I made a twitter! I don’t know what I’m doing on it!

Actually I just finished an internship with a broadcast news network (is that what you call them? not sure if I should name them in case they don’t want to be associated with me hahaha) and all the journo’s were tweeting their lives away so I felt it was time to jack their style and do the same. How do I add you guys? Is anyone on there?

Do I say follow me @The_LuLi ? Or is it something different.. mad have no clue.

In other news I finished my degree! aiiiyeeeeeeee!! *arabic zighareit cry*

And am super bored so I want to up my posting perhaps and intertwine it with the tweeting world. Steal some sources and such. Become diabolical on all platforms.

Join me in my inane blabberings! Say things to me and I will say them back and then we will be saying things to each other!

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..”


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..”


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..”


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.


“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..”

Gen Y to ‘Grey Generation’:

August 8, 2009



Uhhh, let’s do something not fashion or Japan-related for a moment. I’m starting to lose my cred as an intellectual (did I ever have it?), and it’s pretty debatable whether I’m being relevant to the streets of Melbourne in any real way. Today one of my classes gave me some decent left wing inspiration. I’m loving uni right now, all my seemingly boring subjects have cool teachers and there are even some cute guys! I just dropped my cred again, didn’t I? Fuck.

So I don’t believe the Age blogs are to be classified as real blogs. If anything, they’re columns. First of all, they don’t generate their own readership (or if they do, it’s helped immensely by banners and links and having a newspaper such as the Age behind them), secondly there’s no real networking, which I feel is an important characteristic of the blog. We have blogrolls and we follow them to comment on other blogs, develop communities etc. The Age ‘blogs’ barely even reply to their own comments. Thirdly, they’re paid and supported by a news corp which has endless contacts, authority and influence. Who gets paid per blog post in the blogosphere? We get advertising deals at best. Anyway, that’s just my position. They’re not authentic. Samantha Brett sucks ass. There’s a reason for this paragraph, I swear.


It was the best of times, it was the BLURST of times?!

I read this “blog post” (I’m being mean coz the writer annoyed me, sorry, I’m a biased fool) and it was all la la la ageism sucks, the workforce is hard for old people, so on and so forth. I agree with you. My poor mother is struggling herself, after divorcing my dad she needs some income and its been rough for her. No matter how good she was back in the old days, nobody is willing to give her a go. And that’s fucked up and sad, and it makes me feel extra bad because she wants to be able to prove she can be self-sufficient without my father, and each knock back is affecting her confidence and optimism. She’s losing sight of her credentials and she feels useless. I hate it, I don’t want her to feel so down on herself, especially since she is perfectly capable and would be amazing if she only got a fair go.

It was all fine until this part, obviously the troll paragraph that is designed to make the fish bite, which I found to cheapen his entire argument (James Adonis, if you were wondering):

“This brings us to the imbalance in today’s workplaces, where there’s too much of a focus on Generation Y. Older workers might not use terms like “LOL”, “sweet as”, and “fully sick”, but all generations generally want the same thing. Everyone wants a work/life balance. Everyone wants to use their talents. Everyone wants to have close relationships at work. The only difference is that Gen Ys demand these from their employers, while older generations have become accustomed to putting up with whatever they get.

Gen Ys are as loyal to employers as Elizabeth Taylor’s husbands. Older workers, on the other hand, hang around for as long as Elizabeth Taylor herself. The world needs to move on from Gen Y. It needs to embrace the grey matter of the grey generation. This means seeking older employees’ opinions and suggestions; respecting and harnessing their experience; being patient, especially when skilling them up on new technologies; and being sensitive to their possible discomfort at having a young boss.”

In the words of Gen Y, STFU! You can’t be loyal to your employer anymore, because your employer is not loyal to you. It’s their world, they wanted it this way, corporate mofo’s eating up everything they can just to get a step ahead of each other. Lobbying for the breakdown of workers rights, downsizing staff whenever they could, cutting costs, outsourcing labour, blah blah blah forever!


Gen Y: Adaptable

If we want to break it down, the difference is not that Generation Y demands this or that, it’s that we are adaptable and flexible when it comes to work. We have to be, we don’t have the opportunities that the generations before us had. We definitely do not have the stability of knowing once we get a job we can hang onto it till retirement like the jobs of the past. We will always be paying more in comparison to the living costs of back then. Realistically, unless we have a dual income with a partner, we won’t own our own home. We’re not working one 9-5 job anymore, most of us are under-employed by companies who want to keep their skilled labour (highly educated workers) without having to pay us a decent weekly paycheck. We gotta get ourselves a hustle on the side now too.

Gen Y did not bring in the discriminating values of the corporate world. Howard and the old fashioned, conservative voters did. We didn’t peak in the 80’s like all the other jet-setting, power suits who threw away their ethics chasing the cash money. We didn’t bring in this cruel, capitalist market which was supposed to regulate itself with its invisible hand, that instead collapsed and made things the way they are today. Times are tough for all of us, stop pointing fingers and take a look at the bigger picture. You would be able to retire instead of working if you had of voted for a socially conscious party who would increase your pension.

Alas, you did not.

So as we say in Gen Y.. Fuck you B, we out! Pshhh, haterz.

As an aside, here is the comment monkey fight I am currently waging with the Age ‘blogger’ (after the jump).


For The Haters

January 14, 2009

“Lonely days, well the only days

I remember the days I would say

I could be a star tomorrow if I really wanted to

I could be a star tomorrow if I just got rid of you

Haters, haters, haters..”


There’s something about me, I don’t know what it is, but there’s this irritating aspect I must have because for some reason I get a lot of haters. Every time I get introduced to a new group of people there will be at least one of them who will automatically be annoyed by my presence or immediately dislike me without having even spoken to me yet. It’s usually girls. I can think of ten off the top of my head and that’s only in three different circles.

I’m pretty happy-go-lucky when it comes to my usual demeanour, I’m not a sooky or bitchy girl (at least not until you take a swipe at me) so it’s not like its because of some rudeness in my personality. I would even go so far as to say that I go out of my way to be jovial, because I know people love to hate me. Some circles are hard to crack, sure, but people shouldn’t have automatic haters like I do. You can even see around my blog, the beginnings of trolls peppering my posts, who I’m sure will one day flock to me in droves.

I actually don’t mind my haters though. I can even get along with them in the right circumstances. Sometimes I try to turn them over to the good side for fun. They never bother me, mostly they just amuse me. To me, its interesting to think that so many people spend so much time thinking about me, burning because I did or said something. It’s even flattering. I just couldn’t care less about them. If anything they inspire me to try harder for success.

“You! What you tryin to prove?

Eyes on me, like I’m in your movie screen

Damn I know I’m fly!

Ain’t got nothin to hide

Want a piece of my pie?

Then you’ve got more problems than I..”


The thing is with haters though, most of them are back biters. They sneak around and whisper shit about you, then suck up to your face. It’s pathetic. You can always tell when you talk to someone if they are being fake nice to you. And you can tell when someone talks shit about you behind your back, there’s no need for a grapevine, its kind of obvious. A, because people tend to feel guilty and over compensate when they speak to you and B, because their nature is insincere. You notice when girls are in groups looking at you and muttering under their breath. You see when they scowl at you as you walk past them, even though your eyes may be pointed elsewhere.

That’s kinda why I love haters, because they are such cowards. They will never turn on you publicly without an army of cowards behind them. And if you are a nice person with a good attitude, which I think I am without meaning to be immodest, then there will never be enough in one circle to match against those that love you. So they just sit in corners and whisper, wasting their time wishing ill against you. God I love it! You’re giving me so much attention for nothing!

I love being a smartass to my haters and cutting them with little comments that they will fume over for ages afterwards. I have a decently quick wit, and its fun to be openly bitchy when they are so scared to be straight forward with their opinions. If you don’t like me, and you treat me as such, don’t expect me to go easy on you. My words can sting and I’m not afraid to use them, unlike you. I’ll fight in the open, fire with fire. I don’t care to burn a bridge I never intended to use.

“So many times I hear you try to knock my crew

Well we got somethin for all the fools

It aint just rhythm and blues

You just quit trying to compete

No telling what you could be

Might even be doper than me, I doubt it..

I know you can come better, can come better than that

Sick and tired of the loose rap, you can keep that..”


The best way to get back at a hater is to be the best you can be. Dress well, try to look better than them, have an edgier style, do what you can to achieve your ambitions, at work or in study, and be a nice and happy person. Let them sit and hurt inside because you’re not complying with their petty games and bullshit. Show them that you will be happy regardless of whether they like you or not. Indifference is always your best weapon. They can’t win if you’re not playing the game with them.

I like to think that a multitude of haters early in your life is a good sign. It means you are grinding against the grain. And anyone who’s anyone in the biz has haters. If I want to be a great journalist, then I must be known and read, even if it’s only by those who want to pull me down. Any publicity is good publicity. Being bitched about means I’m well known, especially in my area, by people I’ve never even heard of. It’s a great start to a media career.

So this post is dedicated to all my haters out there, I love you rats! You sneaky, dirty dogs, too afraid to stab me anywhere but in the back, and only if I had my hands tied. Your constant disapproval and bitter snarkiness only pushes me harder to attain my goals. In a twisted, ironic way some of my success is because of you. Thank you, vile snakes with venomous words and poisonous hearts, thank you for your industrious and persistent hating! I couldn’t have made it here without you. Go fuck yourselves!


“I swear they got some nerve

Spreadin what they heard

I can’t give them no run

I can’t be concerned with all that talk

I won’t be involved – thats my word!

See I’m not the one, they got me confused

They got me messed up

Don’t you think I’ve had enough?”

More Meme Madness

December 15, 2008

Okay, Rayedish gave me a meme to get my mind off my loss and I am very thankful. I’m also in a good mood after seeing a journo throw his shoes at George Bush in Iraq.. Ahh, much lulz were had. I remember my Lebanese friend was always copping a ‘shahaito’ thrown at the head for her insolence, apparently it is one of the most disrespectful things you can do in their culture. So props to Mr courageous journalist, way to stay neutral! Ahaha..

Sorry about the font wackness, it really shits me but I can’t fix it.

1) Five names you go by


My full name


My last name +ie on the end

Ruby – This has something to do with me not being able to say scooby doo as a kid and my mum likes to still call me it.

2) Three things you are wearing right now.

A cornflower blue sundress

Ghetto gold.. the real blingy thick kind

Purple nail polish


3) Two things you want very badly at the moment.

A new lappy

A holiday in Thailand or some tropical party place.

4) Three people who I’d like to see fill this out.

TDW already volunteered, my girl Wendy and Marty also. But I like to pick my whole blogroll because you kids always have good answers, so please feel free to take it up!

5) Two things you did last night.

Read ‘New Moon’ the second part to the Twilight series. I’m freaking obsessed! I can’t wait to see the movie.

Was hungover. Saturday arvo we began at 3pm and I finished at around 3am that night so I put in a solid effort. It coulda been a lot worse considering the shots I was doing.

6) Two things you ate today.

Some fruit lollies.

Tabouli.. has anyone else noticed that Safeway tabouli actually tastes decent lately?

7) Two people you last talked to on the phone.

My brothers wife called me to ask what I wanted for xmas, and the help desk at work. Everything computer related seems to be going bad for me lately, I think I have tech karma for not ‘backing up’. Bah!

8 ) Two things you are going to do today.

Finish this New Moon book (and wish I had bought the third one).

Watch Project Runway, it’s the finale and the contestants are all supremely shit this cycle, but I gotta follow through.


9) Two longest car rides.

Melb to QLD.. In retrospect, why would anyone want to do this? Hello, Jetstar cheap flights!

I spent the most excruciating four days driving around Wales with my dad at the end of our trip to England. By then we were so sick of each other we could barely speak, and my dad called me a tart and I cried. He felt so guilty that he bought me everything I wanted for the rest of the trip. That valuable lesson in manipulation was not wasted on me.

10) Two of your favourite drinks.

Coffee.. in latte form, as big as I can get it.

Vodka and cranberry. Cranberry is good for you and not sugary sweet, and vodka is what heaven is made of.

11) And bold the ones you’ve done.

I have….

1. Started my own blog (You’re looking at it!)

2. Slept under the stars (Best done on a trampoline in summer)

3. Played in a band

4. Visited Hawaii

5. Watched a meteor shower

6. Given more than I can afford to charity

7. Been to Disneyland/world

8. Climbed a mountain (I hope the blue mountains count, and hiking trails count)

9. Held a praying mantis

10. Sung a solo

11. Bungee jumped

12. Visited Paris

13. Watched lightning at sea

14. Taught myself an art from scratch

15. Adopted a child

16. Had food poisoning (and more often, alcohol poisoning)

17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty

18. Grown my own vegetables

19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France

20. Slept on an overnight train

21. Had a pillow fight (And sleeping bag fights where you get in your sleeping bag backwards and charge at each other in your blind state)

22. Hitchhiked

23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill (3 out of 4 sickdays are a hangover)

24. Built a snow fort

25. Held a lamb

26. Gone skinny dipping

27. Skied a marathon

28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice

29. Seen a total eclipse (I think I have.. can’t remember if that means lunar or solar)

30. Watched a sunrise

31. Hit a home run

32. Been on a cruise

33. Seen Niagara Falls in person

34. Visited the birthplace of my ancestors

35. Seen an Amish community

36. Taught myself a new language

37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied (Although, I could always have more! But money is easy come, easy go with me)

38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person

39. Gone rock climbing

40. Seen Michelangelo’s David

41. Sung karaoke

42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt

43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant

44. Visited Africa

45. Walked on a beach by moonlight (Romance is wasted on me!)

46. Been transported in an ambulance 47. Had my portrait painted

48. Gone deep sea fishing

49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person

50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris (and wrote my name on it.. I’m bad!)

51. Gone scuba diving or snorkelling

52. Kissed in the rain

53. Played in the mud (if by played you mean fallen over in it, in front of the whole school, then yes.)

54. Gone to a drive-in theatre

55. Been in a movie

56. Visited the Great Wall of China

57. Started a business (Car washing round the neighbourhood at like 10. I was shit. People asked for refunds.)

58. Taken a martial arts class (I often tell people I’m brown belt in Tae Kwon Do, but I only did 1 class)

59. Visited Russia

60. Served at a soup kitchen

61. Sold Girl Scout cookies

62. Gone whale watching

63. Got flowers for no reason

64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma

65. Gone sky diving

66. Visited a Nazi concentration camp

67. Bounced a cheque

68. Flown in a helicopter

69. Saved a favourite childhood toy (I’m a hoarder)

70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial

71. Eaten caviar

72. Pieced a quilt

73. Stood in Times Square

74. Toured the Everglades

75. Been fired from a job

76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London (Its just a bunch of guards marching around.. yawn)

77. Broken a bone

78. Been on a speeding motorcycle (And drove it! I was a little rev head until I crashed and hurt my knee)

79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person

80. Published a book

81. Visited the Vatican (and harassed the tourists)

82. Bought a new car

83. Walked in Jerusalem

84. Had my picture in the paper

85. Read the entire Bible (Actually, it was the Koran)

86. Visited the White House

87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating

88. Had chicken pox

89. Saved someone’s life

90. Sat on a jury

91. Met someone famous

92. Joined a book club

93. Lost a loved one

94. Had a baby

95. Seen the Alamo in person

96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake

97. Been involved in a law suit

98. Owned a cell phone

99. Been stung by a bee

100. Ridden an elephant 

Goddamn formatting kills me.. AAAAAAAAARGH!!!

All I Want For Xmas Is…

December 9, 2008


Its time for one of my favourite blog activities, the elusive and informative meme, passed on through generations of friends and always showing up at exactly the right moment! TDW both invented and challenged me to this one, and I think we all know that I was taking up the meme whether he formally asked to or not, so its irrelevant if I was specifically propositioned. I don’t need to be, I live this shit yo! Meme’s are my love! (No, he didn’t ask me, of course I took it upon myself, true to Luli form).

Regardless, I do actually want to see what you mofos have been wishing for all year, so consider this your very own invitation. That means you Marty, Gully, Domino, Wendy, Den, J, Insanity540, Kezza (perhaps with a santa hat photoshoot?), Andy if your holiday down here is boring you, Ray, Wah, Bron, Rayedish, Reuben (your very own tram service maybe?) and any other lurkers hiding in the darkness, reading me with hatred and venomous spite!

So my friends, feel free to get me any of these things:


My old laptop back with all the best upgrades money can buy. I had a mouse that was a round little ball thing in the middle of the keyboard and it was the best thing I’ve ever used. I can’t work these fancy touchpad things, they freak me out and the pressure points are all off. Plus I’m a pro with the red ball thing, I can draw the most amazing MS paint cartoons freehand! Also, the keyboard needed a bit of a clean, I coulda done with about 2000 more gig, something to make it work faster, louder speakers, a built in radio modem router thingy, unlimited broadband in the true meaning of the term and some kind of sparkly sticker decor to spice it up a little.

An interesting and hot car that is rare to come across. Preferrably in a crazy bright color, like a hot pink rx7 s6, or a kingfisher blue hotted up old valiant. Something that you would look at and think ‘Thats so crazy, it just might work!’ but be too afraid to drive yourself. I’m no car expert, so feel free to brainstorm and think of something better. Don’t worry, I can drive manual. If it was booked in for a ritual cleaning with a professional, that would be awesome too. Personalised plates are a no thanks, you keep em.


A genuine gyaru girl for my own personal stylist, hair and make up artist. Imagine waking up every day to find Xiaoyu has already laid out several choices of what you might wear today, completely accessorised and correlated to the weather, current (Shibuya) trends and your own personal tastes. Never again would I have to feel the panic of standing before my wardrobe 20mins before my train departs with no idea of what to wear. Plus having someone to fix my mane and apply my mascara for me would be heaven. Ahh celebrities are so lucky.

A long, detailed, private reading with a tarot expert who has honed their intuitive abilities. What can I say, I buy into all of that shit. I take my horoscopes to heart and they come true for me. I get back the karma I put out, I believe in fate and I read for myself. But it would be awesome to have someone profesh actually read for me for once. I would hang on their every word and even though it might be wrong, I’d enjoy every single minute of it. Call me a fool if you will, at least I am a happy one!


My little Indian model sister and my good natured philosophical father home for Christmas dinner. I miss their heads. They are truly independent and free spirited, but I know they are both dealing with upsetting issues right now. Little model is trying to pretend her man didn’t cheat on her only 4weeks after her 6mth mth long departure and Daddy-O has lost his hard earnt job security for the first time in his life due to the financial atmosphere. They left with their lives concrete and certain, and are now on unsure and shaky grounds. And well, you all know my sentimental face. I miss em.

So thats about it, thats all I need. Those things would make me oh so happy, way more than money or fame or silly little emotions like love. Or world peace, pffft! This is the consumerist Luli talking, take your peace loving hippie shit back to your lefty, altruistic, well written blogs! Christmas isn’t about some kind of global goodwill, its about buying apple products for the majestic approval of the first hipster, the bearded, elitist (convert or you out baby!), sandal and kuffiyeh scarf wearing, anti-authoritarian, wine connoisseur and jobless mofo, Jesus Hail Mary himself.

Merry X-Mas everyone!

NYC Let Me Upgrade You

December 7, 2008

“Partner let me upgrade you, Audemars Piguet you

Switch your neck ties to purple labels

Upgrade you, I can up, can I up, let me upgrade you

Partner let me upgrade you..

Partner let me upgrade you,

Flip a new page, introduce you to some new things &

Upgrade you, I can up, can I up, let me upgrade you

Partner let me upgrade you..”


My friends, there comes a time when a girl looks at her blog and wonders why it no longer inspires her with the spark of creativity it once did. There is no lack of imagination on my part, and its true that life has thrown me a few curve balls with my laptop breaking down, internet being capped and fulltime job about to be started. But it takes a lot more than that to keep a writer away from her most enjoyable hobby, and her blogger family.

I am not giving up, I still have hundreds of stories and ideas left to share with you, and I don’t want to be out of the loop on your own unfolding sagas. However, I can hardly say I’m the same teary princess who built a confessional from anime, song lyrics and heartache. In fact I’ve never been much of a princess at all, but I’ve definitely been spoilt. I let myself drown in all the drama of it all, and to be honest, thats not me.

So what I propose to you all is something a little more me, and a little less cryface olden time Luli. My blog needs a change. And what I want from you all is merely an opinion on what I should do. I’m never gonna lose the anime, and the lyrics are a big part of me (even though I’ve lost my years of songs to the destruction of my lappy) so you can settle down, I still have to be the Luli after all. Its the title that weighs on me.


“I can do for you what Martin did for the people

Ran by the men but the women keep the tempo

Its very seldom that you’re blessed to find your equal

Still play my part and let you take the lead role believe me

I’ll follow this could be easy

I’ll be the help whenever you need me

I see your hustle with my hustle I can keep you

Focused on your focus I can feed you..” 

Nothing You Confess Could Make Me Love You Less – Well, it did suit me back in the day. But not now. I mean its a great song, its beautiful, a classic even.. Its just a little too long, a little too cumbersome, too hard to say, carries too much memories of a time or person that I no longer associate myself with. We’re growing here aren’t we? Through our writing? I’ve outgrown it.

But it is a big blogging step, and could potentially ruin everything. What if it confused people? What if they lost my address through all the moving and commotion? What if they don’t want change, they like the old me, the new one is an imposter? Are some things better off the way they are, going down the same street, sticking to what you first ordered?

Its not to say I wouldn’t write my soppy personal posts every now and then, injected with my drunken adventures through Melbourne. I think we all realise by now that I can’t keep my mouth shut when it comes to these things, as if awkwardness were something I revel in. I just like painting those pictures of what I’m feeling, and giving in to that whole voyeuristic, you can see what I’m thinking stuff.

“Just when you think we had it all

Big ends, condos, collecting cars

Picture your life elevated with me

Make you my project celebrity

I keep your name hot in them streets

Its that little glimpse of light

That makes the diamond really shine

And you already is a star, but

Unless your flawless

Then ya dynasty ain’t complete without a chief like me..”


So I want to rename my blog Streets On Fire, a tribute to my favourite song, the one I wrote a post about on the bottom of this page, that I love so very dearly and is my vibe and essence. Its how I think and all of that. Its just more me, its more Melbourne, its more suited to doing what I do, discussing morals and issues and politics and philosophy. It even kinda suits the web address better. I’ll keep the anime banner just change the words. What do you think? Stupid? Am I crazy?

Okay, I tried to make a poll but this dinosaur lappy has frozen up each time, apparently multiple answer questions are too much for it to handle so I’ll leave this to the comments box. Streets On Fire or Nothing You Confess? Hit me up with your very valuable opinions. Thank you, much love!

For The Good Fight

October 22, 2008

I woke up today, ready to rage it out with TDW over the price of porn in China, but instead was happily surprised in receiving my first blog award! Andy bestowed this honour upon me, and I couldn’t be more touched, especially since he is a favourite of my own as well. In fact he is truly someone who I would add friend alongside his fellow blogger title in my head.

I’m officially a Superior Scribbler! Thanks Andy, you’re a gem. And any of you who haven’t taken to the time to have a read of him should definitely go on over to The Bullhorn, he’s guaranteed to make you laugh at his sarcastic view of the world. But he also knows how to throw down argument-stylez with the best of them, so if I were you I’d avoid a debate. I only just made it away intact last time. But for such a surly man of hilarious swearing, he has a heart of mushy gold, and he lets it shine through sometimes when he’s caught off guard.. Haha! I see it Andy! You’re a gun.

The Superior Scribbler Award was created by Melissa over at The Scholastic Scribe. I’m rapt to get this award and take on its responsibilities, which are to pick my top 5 bloggers who deserve to win and pass on the award myself. These top bloggers will become part of the secret blog society and in turn have to take their part of the rules and responsibilities, including picking 5 bloggers of their own.

Of course, as with every Bloggy Award, there are A few Rules. They are, forthwith:

  • Each Superior Scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to 5 most-deserving Bloggy Friends.
  • Each Superior Scribbler must link to the author & the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award.
  • Each Superior Scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog, and link to This Post, which explains The Award.
  • Each Blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit this post and add his/her name to the Mr. Linky List. That way, we’ll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who receives This Prestigious Honor!
  • Each Superior Scribbler must post these rules on his/her blog.

So without much further ado, I give you my 5 Top Bloggers. Please note that I ummed and ahhed over this for a long time, and it was very hard to narrow it down, especially when someone I would have picked myself couldn’t be added because he’d already gotten one! But in the end I decided on the five people who are not only favourites to me, but also in some way fighting the good fight. Whether that be in their own house, council area, country or sometimes against the whole world. You kids inspire me to stop looking at my own stupid girl shit for a while and think about whats happening in the real world.

The newest Super Scribbler Award winners are:

TDW aka This Devil’s Workday aka TD Dubz (as in rollin in on em!)

Of all my bloggy friends I’d have to say TDW is my closest, and he’s also my biggest rival. We’re the same age, same kind of lives, same values (almost) and often writing about the same things (but trying to out-do the other). He fights the good fight way more than me though, nearly all his posts are to do with some issue or another, and often put way more eloquently than I could have done (hi, I swear a lot). If anyone deserves this, its him. His constant dedication to reason and compassion have turned his blog into an amazing piece of work that anyone (especially me) would be proud to call their own, I’m proud to be his friend and consider him my partner in crime (against blog evilry!).

Wendy aka Thoughts In My Pants aka ‘The Skeleton’

Wendy gurl is only 18, and if she is an example of the youth of today then I am proud to call myself an Australian. She is a staunch feminist and fights through her writing, not only for women, but as a proud gay activist. When I read her posts I always wonder why I wasn’t as smart at her age (and hate my younger self for knowing nothing of feminism!). She is also a hilarious mofo, full of funny calls and spirited writing, and I’d be proud to go into blogging battles with her by my side, against all the evil blog spawn! Wendy, you’re amazing, you definitely deserve this nomination.

Ray aka Alpine Opinion aka Dixon the Destroyer of Dumb Demonstrators (Save Bright!)

Ray is always fighting for what he believes in, and not in the way that most of us do, with only a comment every month or so disagreeing with us. Ray fights in the face of an entire activist group, hell bent on keeping the town of Bright from growing through squashing the endeavours of aspiring shops (and thus keeping their businesses secure). These mofos battle with Ray every single day, trolling his posts and hijacking threads with nonsense and tomfoolery. His unwavering courage and patience are tribute to his character and I’m proud to have him on my blogroll and in these nominations. Good on you Ray, your hard work does not go unnoticed.

Gully aka GullyBogan aka ‘The Real Australia’

Gully is someone you just have to go read, if not to find out something interesting, than to have a giggle at his dry, witty humour that is sometimes so subtle you could miss it! Gully fights for the average Australian everywhere, in their moccos and flannelette shirts, and still comes off having class. His story is one of the average eastern Melbournite, that could easily be relateable to any suburban Aussie, and he is always musing on the daily habits we take for granted. Some examples are getting to see our Mrs wash the car in her bikini or taking part in the all-Australian ute festivals and rally car racing events. He’s always fighting for the average man, and as an average girl, I salute you. Good work Gully.

Rayedish aka The Radical Radish aka The Woman Who Does It All (Career, kids, life, feminism)

Rayedish doesn’t get to indulge us in her posts as much lately, because of her busy schedule teaching uni kids and being a mum, but once her plate gets a little less full I’m sure she will be back in full force. Her writing is always a perfect example of the post you want to write for your cause, ie. well thought out, reads beautifully, argued to perfection and she comes off as a likable author. I always know I will learn a lot about feminism or motherhood or whatever she chooses to write about that day when I visit her blog. As a woman active in the fight against patriarchy she is a great role model and I think she definitely deserves this award.

So, honourable mention goes to ClubWah (a journalist who fights constantly and courageously for the left), Domino (who fights the daily battles that High School dish out on the psyche), Grodscorp (a team of witty, funny and smart ‘small l’ liberals), Audrey (arguably one of the best feminist writers of our bloggy generation) and Tom (a new addition to the blogroll, but definitely quite a fighter). If you’re on my blogroll, then I think you’re definitely a voice that needs to be heard. You kids are great and always entertaining. Sorry I couldn’t pick you, it makes me sad.

Anyway, I’m honoured to be both a part of this award and part of the fight with the rest of the crew. I think its important that we support each other and do our best to keep our principles intact, because we all know that theres a lot of people out there who would love to take them away from us.

“You can drop me anywhere and I’ll make it, yeah

I’m a fighter

Been to hell and back and I’m still here, yeah

I’m a fighter

Come from an army of soldiers

I’m a fighter

I can make it happen anywhere!”

Pakistani Spectator Interview

August 10, 2008

I was contacted for an interview by The Pakistani Spectator about my blogging habits and beliefs. You can read it here if you want. After a careful perusing of their site (read: scanned a few posts for signs of right wing ideology :P) I’ve decided that I like them, and they seem very dedicated to updating and covering Pakistan related issues thoroughly. Check them out here, if you are so inclined.