that’s all there is

There’s nothing more to write in here that hasn’t already been written. No more excuses. All apologies. I think it’s time to move on from here.

I got to know so many wonderful people through my three favourite Internet outlets – this blog/Twitter/Tumblr. I met a few of you which was awesome as well. It’s been swell and to those of you that have wondered whether the tartan cap, red Moleskine and awkwardness really existed, the answer is YES.

Thanks for reading my narcissistic bunkum. It’s been a hoot.

Goodbye.

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built for speed

Girly girls are apparently NOT loud, gruff, rough and rugged after a few too many brewskis. They don’t incessantly babble on and on about video games, cars and their delightful inner workings, bitch about operating systems or how incompetent the IT guys at work are.

You almost certainly won’t hear them muse about real and fake tits. In fact, they’re “breasts” and NOT tits, norgs, hooters, jumper footies or any other variation.

You wouldn’t want to take a non girly girl out to a club for fear that she might actually buy YOU a drink and actually dance because the music has got her hotter than a furnace.

She doesn’t wear make up because her girly girl sisters keep bitching about how mineral make up makes them break out in pimples.

The last time she wore a dress, you could grab those love handles and ride her (in a non vulgar way) down a highway.

She loves the way guys think and would defend any bloke mate of hers to the death if some girl hurt him.

She’s had her heart broken one too many times. She loves spoiling any guy she does happen to get close to. She’s shed enough tears and thinks it might be time to become a girly girl because from past experience, geekgirls always come last.

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nicotine and aftershave

Every so often, I spend my breaks staring out the window of the fourth floor, down at you having a smoke on the second floor balcony.

Your lanky lonely figure wanders around aimlessly, puffing on a Winfield Blue cigarette because you can take the boy out of the West but you can’t take the West out of the boy.

We hardly talk anymore and it’s all my fault. I can’t even join you on the balcony because my security pass can’t access that floor.

I do miss our fleeting conversations and I wish that I wasn’t so catty towards. I wasn’t good enough to work under you but I suppose it all has to do with our “history”.

I still think the world of you and even though you’ll never lay your eyes on these words, you’re still on my mind…

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it’s a small world after all

“Back in my day…”. It’s a phrase I’ve been using quite a bit lately. The trouble is, I’ve been using it too much for an almost thirty two year old woman.

What exactly is or was “my day”? The late 1990s? Pre-Internet days? Uni days? The 1980s?

Apart from using such a passé line, my tolerance levels for fads and resurrected trends has wained so much since my late 20s.

I see girls wearing what looks like nothing more than a long tshirt over leggings and think to myself “Darling, where are your pants?” I see guys wearing skinny jeans with a huge bubble where their bottom is supposed to be. My instant reaction is “Did you borrow your sister’s jeans? Let your nuts breathe, brother.”

2009 feels like 1989 complete with frosted lipstick, huge leather belts worn around tops and guys with mullet hairdos.

I have friends who were born between 1986 and 1989. I just can’t relate. I remember all your funky awesome trends the first time around. We didn’t have Supre, Cotton On, Politix, Facebook or Twitter back then. The only “Internet” we had were BBSes but even those were far and few. If you owned a Intel 286 PC back then or even an Amiga, you were the coolest geek around. We used to write letters back then too.

We’ve become a society that sucks hard on the teat of social media. I’m asked a common question by new acquaintences these days. “Do you have Facebook?”. I’ve started to answer no and tell them that I’m on Twitter, email or just direct them to this site.

Life was so much easier before social media. Less heartaches, misunderstandings, mistrust and confusion.

The world is a smaller place and it creeps me out.

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macs, ex boyfriends and something to chew on

It’s been a while in between updates and I’m not going to apologise for that, simply because a) I’ve been spending a bit of time with the latest addition to the @melbournegirl family (pictured left), b) dealt with a nasty relationship breakup and c) thought it was wise to save all the pent up tension and rage for Twitter.

INTRODUCING KITTY THE MACBOOK

I made the switch over to a shiny new white Macbook last Sunday. One week in to using this darling machine, I am beyond happy with it. She’s an absolute beauty and puts my poor old Asus laptop (otherwise known as The Windows Craptop) to shame.

I haven’t properly used a Mac since my uni days back in 1997 and  I’m kicking myself for not jumping on the bandwagon back then. I’m still trying to get the hang of a few things – namely keyboard shortcuts and the whole diskimage install/drag to the trash business but overall, I’m loving how easy and userfriendly Mac OS X is. I can’t wait to get my mitts on Snow Leopard.

BAD (EX) BOYFRIEND

Yet another relationship gone down the toilet and it’s made me even more cynical than before. I would honestly love to sit and write a dozen paragraphs about failed relationships but meh…

To all my darling male readers, if you’re going to end a relationship, please don’t do it via voicemail mesage. It’s not cool. It’s actually quite cowardly and you’ve demonstrated that you lack a set of testicles.

I’ve got no time for cowards or guys who think that’s it’s all well and good to use a person and then dump them like a sack of shit. Grow up, grow some balls and DO NOT cross my path if I’ve had a little too much rakija because I’ll get all northside rhymes on your arse.

SOMETHING TO CHEW ON

Do any of you out there have a fear of being alone, even though you class yourself as a loner? I’ve been personally pondering this very thought for a while.  I’ve spent the majority of my life in an alone type state (i.e: only child, very few friends, socially awkward….the list goes on…). I’m used to being a loner but my biggest fear is spending the rest of my life alone. The majority of  folk in my real and virtual social circles are partnered up with and without kids.

At almost 32 years of age, I feel like my use by date has well and truly gone. With strands of grey hair becoming more and more visible, laugh lines with dreaded crows feet and a body that is reminiscent of a badly drawn cartoon character, I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I will probably spend the rest of my life as a loner.

It honestly depresses and scares the living daylights out of me. Above all, it hurts…

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BTTOS – back to the old school #6 – melbourne old school monday

Before Josh Abrahams became famous with the commercial dance tune “Addicted To Bass”, he teamed up with Steve Robbins and Davide Carbone to form Future Sound of Melbourne. ‘Pleasure’ is one of the tunes that takes me back to many-a-party at Global Village in Maribyrnong. It’s a shame that tunes don’t sound like this anymore…

FSOM – Pleasure

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BTTOS – back to the old school #5 – handbag sundays

One for the lovely Mr @dashdragan. Four on the floor handbaggin’ it up!

The Shaker – Strong To Survive

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BTTOS – back to the old school #4 – glam it up saturday

Yet another floor stomper. Brings back old memories of Saturday nights at the Dome nightclub. Pink cowboy hat, frosted pink lippy and pretty boys.

House Pimps – Zulu Nation

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BTTOS – back to the old school #3 – muzztech fridays

Taking it back to the days when places such as Inflation Nightclub, Chevron and the Mansion absolutely hammered this stuff out on a Friday night. It’s a shame that Melbourne DJs don’t drop these sort of sounds anymore.

Punchinella – Santrancisco

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BTTOS – back to the old school #2 – birthday special

Travelling back to 2005 with this tune. Serbia’s tech DJ genius, Marko Nastic has been one of my deck spinning heroes since the old days when I was playing this sort of sound.

“Shut Up and Dance” is one of my all time favourites and this tune is dedicated to a friend of mine who is celebrating his birthday today. Srecan Rodjendan, gryphn_!! ;)

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