Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Introspective nonsense

Things change, people change, nothing is the same.

The other day I found myself telling Justin that I don't change, I've never changed. That's not entirely true. 
I'm kinder to myself now, I don't believe I have to keep going all the time, I don't believe in organised religion, I believe in gay rights, I know what I look like is only a small fraction of who I am, I know I can be on my own, I enjoy silence and revel in solitude, I can say no.
But I don't really change change. The tattoos I wanted 5 years ago I still want, I listen to the same bands (plus some awesome new ones obviously, but still), I have the same friends, I go to the same places, I shop at the same places, I eat the same processed shit, I like the same things.

And I crave change, but I crave the comfort too. 
And I wish I could stay completely the same, so that you'd all love me for being easy and complacent and stuck. But I am changing. I'm changing and I'm scared of being left behind, and even more scared of leaving you behind. 

Let's face it, people change and forget to tell each other. This is just a warning.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Lest we forget

Its been a weird week. An introspective, self-exploring (not like that!) kind of week. And when you just keep seeing all the horrors that the world holds, its time to go back and remember the good.
(Note: I am very bad at this, to me the light at the end of the tunnel is the oncoming train)

So thank God for those days when you can sleep in and listen to the rain, the new totally-frikkin-awesome skirt i bought from JayJays, cupcakes that look like burgers, bento boxes, the Rocky Horror soundtrack on repeat, Ric O'Barry, long baths, cupcakes that don't look like burgers, Eddie Izzard, new chats with old friends, old chats with new friends, people who want to change the world and believe they can, Charly's Bakery, girls who like girls, boys who like boys, boys who like girls, girls who like boys, family, Kauai smoothies, old ladies with purple rinse in their hair, Steers veggie burgers, Half Circle printing shop, Skermunkil jewellery, fine art, the Old Biscuit Mill, Fabric World, girls who wear pleather leggings, design and all the good it could do, perforation tools, cool pop-culture reference t-shirts, Flight of the Conchords, garden gnomes, snow globes, books, external hard drives, the magic wand tool, girls with tattoos, boys with tattoos, people who blog, people who bake, brogues, ankle boots, Doc Martens, Aussie 3-minute Miracle, wearing your heart on your sleeve, keeping things close to yourself, Oliver Jeffers, My Little Pony, Hello Kitty, lego, music boxes, Pokemon, goldfish, bubbles, scanners, photocopiers, maltesers, Palmer's Cocoa Butter, Pure Poison perfume, stationery, lomo photography, typography, handmade birthday cards, blankets, animals that love you, collaging shiz, people who knit, people who crochet, girls who wear legwarmers, ribbon, pin-up girls, tongue web piercings, Disney movies, 80s music, liquid eyeliner, black opaque tights, feeling invincible, feeling vulnerable, feeling like a good person, knowing you can be a better person, Farmville and being a nerd, teacups, ducks in the bath, the kitsch, the unusual, the comfort zones, the monotony when we need it, the change when we don't, the ability to overcome your inner cynic, the moment you realise...

Life is fucking beautiful, no matter what they say.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Jiminy Cricket

So after watching The Cove, for some strange reason I just couldn't face the idea of eating meat. This is not what the movie deals with, so I'm not sure why I felt that way. Maybe because I was so outraged and deeply sad for these dolphins, whereas I know cows, sheep, fish and pigs are treated the same way and I eat them everyday. I've given power to the industries that exploit animals for 20 years now. So maybe its time to make a change.

I've been talking to my friend Lisa (check out her blogs Days Like Today and V is for Vegan). She recently took a pledge to become a vegan for 30 days. Shes been a vegetarian for 2 years now, and her willpower really inspires me. She also showed me Meet your Meat, an undercover investigation into the meat industry. If you want inspiration to cut meat out of your diet, watch it. Warning, it will probably make you really nauseous and bawl your eyes out.
Since I'm usually so bad at follow through, always getting a great idea and then lussing it later on, I've signed a pledge to be a veggie for 30 days. I obviously intend to keep going way longer than that but its a good way to start. I'm also blogging about it to stay accountable, so if I slip feel free to tell me I'm a bad person ;)

If you find the idea interesting, go to, and if you want to try it out you can sign the pledge at


Monday, April 12, 2010

The Cove

"I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad...We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. All I know is that first you've got to get mad. You've got to say, 'I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!' Things have got to change. But first, you've gotta get mad!... You've got to say, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Then we'll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it: 

 - Network

So today we watched The Cove in Critical Studies. This is the documentary that won the Oscar for Best Documentary (amongst a whole load of other awards). It is honestly one of the most harrowing films I have ever seen. It takes a lot to keep my class interested, and every single person was absolutely absorbed. If you haven't seen it, go to Cinema Nouveau NOW. Honestly, its so worth it.

The Cove is a 2009 American documentary film that describes the annual killing of dolphins in a National Park at Taiji, Wakayama, in Japan from an anti–dolphin-hunting campaigner's point of view. The film highlights that the number of dolphins killed in the Taiji dolphin hunting drive is several times greater than the number of whales killed in the Antarctic, and claims that 23,000 dolphins and porpoises are killed in Japan every year in the country's whaling industry. The migrating dolphins are herded into a hidden cove where they are netted and killed by means of spears and knives over the side of small fishing boats. The slaughtered dolphins are then sold disguised as whale meat. This is because dolphin meat is ridiculously high in mercury, and should not be eaten by humans. 

The film follows a group of activists as they work to uncover the truth of what's really going on. It shows them diving into the harbour in the middle of the night to hide cameras disguised as rocks. This gave them the first documentation of the dolphins being killed by Japanese fishermen. Watch the documentary to hear the rest, it will honestly stick with you for a while. Watch the trailer now, then go to to sign the petition.

I still like it.


“No man is an island”- John Donne

It was the 16th of July. Partly cloudy was the prediction, heavy showers the reality. The weather man had had to call in sick to avoid dirty looks from the staff. Humidity was 28%, wind speed 32 km/h. The sun would set at 6:43, and would go by largely unnoticed.

Ellen stood on the train platform, her ticket held almost as tightly as her smile. Every day was a race to be won, and once again she was first in line. It was during these quiet mornings, as she observed new passengers, that her mind would fall into its fondest habit. Imagining what every passenger would look like having sex. Due to her job as a high-powered fashion magazine editor, Ellen often enjoyed imagining some rather famous pairings that one usually would never attempt when dressing. Karl Lagerfeld giving it up to Marc Jacobs. Tom Ford ravaging Stella McCartney. A rather unfortunate Manolo Blahnik being dominated by Vivienne Westwood. It was no wonder that Ellen, due to her imagined porn stash, was widely acclaimed for the most daring fashion pairings. Looking around slowly, she skipped over the rather portly balding man, and settled on the next subject for a new fantasy.

The portly balding man eyed the kiosk. Did he have time to buy a packet before the train came in? If there was no time for The Ritual then there was no point. The sweets would be discarded. Herman reached into his pocket and felt around, had one escaped his fate? No such luck, he would have to buy a new packet. His palms grew sweaty at the thought. Yes, Herman was a jellybaby fetishist. He would first divide them into their various colour groups, ensuring that each held the same number. The excess were sacrificed. Then he would line them up, asking if they had any last words. They hardly ever did. Then, executioner-style, he would bite each one’s head off. Once The Ritual was done, Herman could finally sleep soundly, dreaming of a jellybaby genocide.

Marjorie eyed the sweaty man beside her, and considered changing seats. No, she thought to herself, I’m wedged into this one. So she calmed herself by applying yet another layer of fine powder to her already chalky face. Marjorie had been a Someone. A glowing-skinned, thin-bodied, red-lipped, fishnet-wearing Someone. But the Burlesque scene was not what it used to be, and after all the commotion that had followed her husband’s death she had chosen to keep a low profile. Which was not easy for a woman weighing 324 kilograms. Thank God she had majored in Crimonology, and knew the perfect murder weapon was one that would disappear. Which was why Marjorie had taken her husband on a romantic trip to Alaska and subsequently murdered him with an icycle. She had blamed in on a nearby polar bear, but the police had remained unconvinced. Which had led to her new life as a No one. As she guzzled her third full-cream milkshake of the morning, Marjorie reminded herself of one thing, nothing kept you invisible like layers of fat.

Paige was a slave to Lady Luck. She carried a rabbit’s foot in her pocket, a wishbone around her neck, and a golden four-leaved clover ring on her finger. She wished for love at 11:11, picked up every fallen penny, avoided the 13th floor of her office block, and loved the number 7 with all of her sad little hopeful heart. As she avoided yet another crack in the pavement, she thought to herself that it was Friday. She had better pick up some chow mein on the way home. That would give her a chance to stand by the lucky cats, and meticulously choose the perfect five fortune cookies for this week. Every Sunday, Paige would lay out each fortune on her bed and meditate upon each of them. She followed the lottery numbers they contained, accepted the promises of a windfall to come, and looked forward to the tall dark stranger that she should be running into every Tuesday. Paige thought to herself, If she could just follow her fortunes closely enough they would bring her the love and life that she deserved. Touch wood. 

Stefan was afraid. He had avoided the sweaty man on account of his fear of bald men, the intelligent-looking tight-smiled woman due to his fear of long words, the woman with the lottery ticket because of his fear of numbers, and had settled down next to the obese woman. Stefan was not afraid of fat people, in fact he felt rather comfortable around those who did not follow social conventions the way that Stefan did so religiously.  A failed writer, he hoped that fitting in with those around him would prevent them from sensing his failure. So he hid his pop culture-reference tattoos under long sleeves, his unusually amber eyes under thick glasses, and tried to channel all of his strangeness into online gaming. He wrote short stories on napkins in restaurants, and left them unautographed for customers to find. A round peg in a square hole, Stefan feigned corners and in his head attempted some innane smalltalk.

Now if Stefan had just taken the smalltalk inside his head, and attemped to verbalise the syllables that reverbated within it, he may have found that Marjorie was scared too. And if Herman had shared his jellybabies with Ellen, maybe they could have made the jellybabies have sex and then bite their heads off. And if Paige had shared a fortune cookie with Stefan, maybe they could have indulged each other’s oddities and appreciated each other for them. And maybe they would have all noticed each other, and known that they were not islands, they would have noticed the sun set at 6:43. Maybe.

You're weird. I like that.

So this week we are working on a project for the ISTD brief. Since I have a love for type that will probably give my future kids abandonment issues, I am rather excited.

Out of the 5 briefs, I'm choosing between 2 of them. The first's theme is '100', so literally anything to do with 100. Then the second is working with the theme of connections and journey. I've written 2 stories around these themes, which I am then going to turn into a booklet/insert thingy.
Since I am completely torn between the 2, I thought I'd post both stories and see what you guys like better. The aim of it is to express the story through use of type, although illustration will be included.
Please comment and let me know your thoughts :)


My name is Luke. I am 14 years, 3 months, 19 days, 22 hours and 41 minutes old. I like the colour red and I like numbers. But I don’t like touching and I don’t like words. This lady at school, she told my mom I have something called Asperger’s Syndrome. That's supposed to mean that I’m really clever, but I don’t know if that's true. There are lots of things I don’t understand. I don’t understand why people put their arms around each other, or why my mom tells me shes sad when I don’t want to. People seem to be able to look at each other and understand things, but all the things that I understand are logical. And I don’t think human beings are that logical.

If you add up all the numbers in the sum of how old I am right now, it adds up to 100. Thats why today has to add up to 100, or bad things will happen.

For breakfast I had rice crispies. Dad was in a hurry and gave it to me in the red bowl instead of the blue bowl, so I couldn’t eat it. He poured it into the blue bowl, but it had already touched the red bowl and so I still couldn’t eat it. Finally he poured new rice crispies into the yellow bowl, and that was OK as long as I had a clean spoon.
1 good yellow bowl + 1 clean spoon - 1 bad red bowl + 1 good blue bowl – bad rice crispies= 1

Dad took me to school in his green car. He listens to the same radio station every morning which tells him facts. I don’t mind listening to facts. They are straightforward and make sense. When I drive with my mom she plays her CD of poetry being read. I don’t like that, it makes no sense.
While we were driving we passed 2 blue cars, one after the other. That was good. Then 5 black cars passed, with 2 white cars in between. There were 4 red cars parked in the parking lot we passed. 3 had bumper stickers and 1 did not. I couldn’t decide whether or not I liked the bumper stickers, and had to think about numbers to calm down. I decided I did like them.
2 blue cars + 5 black cars – 2 white cars + 4 red cars + 3 bumper stickers = 12

School is weird. I like my teacher, Mrs Greer. She has grey hair that looks like noodles. She likes numbers too. She photocopies maths puzzles for me to do when I finish my work early. Today I finished my test 8 minutes earlier than the other kids, and she gave me 5 maths puzzles. I finished those too, and she gave me 5 more to take home. I would’ve finished them too, but a fly came in the window and distracted me. The buzzing was so loud, I didn’t understand how no one else seemed to notice it. Mrs Greer could see I was worried about it, and shooed it out the window. Then I did another maths puzzle and felt better.
8 minutes + 5 maths puzzles + 5 more maths puzzles = 18

In English class its easy to get distracted. Long words don’t sit in my brain neatly. They confuse me and make me panic. So instead I looked at the floor. There are 35 kids in my class, 17 girls and 18 boys. Which is almost even, and I wanted to leave the room just so it could be. 21 were wearing black shoes with white socks. 8 were wearing navy blue with brown socks. And 5 were wearing brown with grey socks.
21 black shoes + 8 navy blue shoes + 5 brown shoes = 35 kids (17 girls + 18 boys)

For lunch I ate 2 ham and cheese sandwiches with the crusts cut off. I drank one apple juice and then ate one packet of jellybeans. There were 2 yellow, 5 red, 1 purple, 7 pink, 3 white and 2 black jellybeans in the packet. I divided them up into colour groups and then ate them in ascending order of how many each contained.
2 sandwiches – 2 crusts + 1 apple juice + 20 jellybeans = 21

When my mom came to pick me up she gave me a hug. I didn’t want her to say she was upset, so I let her. My skin was itchy for a while tho. When I got home I played Playstation for half an hour and passed 5 levels. We ate sausage rolls and chips for dinner, which is my favourite. We ate it on white plates and that was good, because the food stayed clean. We said grace and my mom said she was happy that God had given me to her. And that didn’t make me as happy as maths does, but it didn’t make me sad.
5 levels + 3 white plates + 1 grace – 1 hug = 8

At the end of the day I climbed into bed, and counted the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling. There were 5. And then I added up all the numbers I had written on my hand, and saw that it had added up to 100. 
This was good because 100 is:
Sum of the 1st nine prime numbers = 2 + 3 + 5 + 7 + 11 + 13 + 17 + 19 + 23 = 100
Sum of the 1st ten odd numbers = 1 + 3 + 5 + 7 + 9 + 11 + 13 + 15 + 17 + 19 = 100
The 854th-856th digits of pi 
Product of the 3rd odd & 10th even numbers = 5 x 20 = 100
Sum of the 1st four cube numbers 13 + 23 + 33 + 43 = 1 + 8 + 27 + 64 = 100

This made me not sad, and then I could pull my duvet up over my head and sleep.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

My religion.

So I do design, and generally don't show people outside Vega my work. So here I am getting over that particular fear. This is our latest project (the one that required copious amounts of Oatso Easy and Play to finish), we had to design book covers for 3 of HG Wells' lesser-known works. I did Ann Veronica, The History of Mr Polly and Kipps. Let me know what you guys think! xx

Monday, April 5, 2010


My room is...purple, black, messy, has paint on the carpet and curtains, dust on the fan, has enough stuff in it to fill 3 rooms, is filled with kitsch things, calms me, inspires me, houses my collections, holds my treasures, feeds my obsessions.

Old photos, new photos, old posters, pictures I drew when I was little, my Jack pillow

New desk, beloved books, stationery, design magazines, pin board to be filled.

Wall of Emma's photos :) Afro posters, Sweeney.

My duck collection.

My goldfish (Cam has the other one), zodiac Hello Kittys from Singapore, Paperweight that used to belong to my grandad, R10 Mary clock from a chinese shop.

My favourite object. The one on the right is the proper Singapore snowglobes they sell to tourists. But I found the left one in a random little tourist trap, somehow an Eiffel Tower was put it by mistake :) Angry Pikachu and my Drink Me glass bottle.

I love bubbles. Collected from my teacher's wedding, Olive's birthday, Beth's 18th, Secret Santa.

'I will not make any more boring art' bag from the Tate
Cornelius the garden gnome.
Hummingbird light from Claire.


Soldiers fighting over limbless ballerinas.

Happy Easter

I love holidays in every form. And Easter's great coz easter eggs are brown, and the cross Jesus died on was brown. So thats where that came from.
My mommy just got back from England so I got lots of prezzies :) Including special easter eggs (love the Marks&Spencers bunny packaging). Begged my dad for the chicken, I think the packaging is just so brilliant. Love square animals. And thanks Briony for the baby lindt bunny :) Hope everyone had a rad long weekend xxx

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Oh brother, I'm far away.

I was looking at the leaves
Climbing to the tops of the trees,
But you were nowhere to be found.
Just beneath all the green,
You were buried like a little seed
Amongst the roots and underground.
I was licking at the leaves
But I was in short sleeves and you,
You were like some sickness that I caught.
My sweetheart moved away,
Swept off like garbage in the alleyway.
And I need more grace than I thought.

- mewithoutyou

Home is where you are.

Rob Ryan, you warm every girl's heart. xx