Sunday 29 July 2012

Three Things I Love about the London Olympics

I don't usually watch TV because the ads drive me insane and a tiny bit more "crazy" might tip me over the edge. But I always get sucked in during the Olympics... and particularly this year because secretly I wish I was British. I've never been to London but in my head I imagine that people doff their hats to you on the street and use words like "daft" and "chuffed" and "M'lady" a lot.

Review: Bellabox July

As I mentioned in a previous post, this box is spectacular!

Friday 27 July 2012

Shameless Plug Alert!

Exactly one month ago today I opened up an eBay store. I don't hold any grand expectations of leaving my *cough* career in science *cough* but it does allow me to indulge in my one great love: shopping. The Flight of the Conchords express the dangers of fashion in this song. I only WISH I could look that good.
Anyway, the store is a mish-mash of clothes (Alannah Hill, Lee, ASOS), shoes (Planet, I Love Billy), sunnies (Playboy, Marilyn Monroe), skincare (Mirenesse, Stila, Mor) and the odd designer piece or two (Sass & Bide, Scanlan & Theodore). If there's anything that takes your fancy, Mates Rates definitely apply. Please pass the link on to anyone you think might be interested :)

I dare you not to be seduced by this song...



Massive Attack - Paradise Circus

Thursday 26 July 2012

Review: Lust Have It Ozsale Box

So... I finally succumbed to the revoluciĆ³n that is the beauty sample box. The premise: pay around $15 per month (or by a yearly subscription for $165- one month free) for a monthly selection of 4-5 high-end (and a few more affordable) brands of skincare, makeup and fragrance samples. The la-di-da brands are ones I wouldn't usually buy and sounded kinda cool so I scoured a few blogs to see what all the fuss was about and liked what I saw.

Wednesday 25 July 2012

Adventures of Acne Cat!

A few months ago, Nikita developed these weird black poppy seed-like things on her chin. At first I thought they were fleas. Unmoving, no legs, perfectly round fleas. After typing "black dots on cat chin" into Google it turned out to be - dun dun dunnnnnnnnn - feline acne! Like most parents, I was worried about the psychological effect on Kitty's self esteem. Luckily, she doesn't seem to care too much for her appearance. Her main concern seems to be timing her daily trip to the loo to coincide with Josh brushing his teeth or having a shower. And by god, is she punctual. But I digress.

Once Upon a Time...

Long, long ago in 5AP (Anno PhD) I started a blog. It wasn't a particularly interesting blog. It had, maybe, 15 avid readers (10 of whom were bullied into reading it by yours truly). But it did serve as a useful outlet for my moderate-severe anger issues and frequent outbursts during annus horribilis (Honours Year). Shortly thereafter, I migrated East. Then my buddy Jason introduced me to the greatest social-killer of all, Facebook, and I frequented my blog no more. Actually, I thought blogs were persona non grata in cyberspace. Tweeting and celebrity sex-tapes were all the rage! Although I didn't make one (of the latter), I did open a twitter account and have thus far made seven oh-so-prolific tweets in the past 2 years. I can't imagine that there is anyone on Twitter waiting on tenderhooks for my next one (due in 3 months, I think) so, here I am. Nobody to "like" or "follow" me*. A new, clean platform for me to bitch and ramble on about a few of my favourite things, namely; B-grade celebrity gossip, fuckwits who cannot grasp the concept of bidding on eBay, the adventures of Acne Cat (I'll explain later) and my all consuming need to own new shoes/clothes/random useless shit at every moment of every day. So read my stuff! Or don't! Just know that most posts are likely to offend a) B-grade celebrities; b) Fuckwits who cannot grasp the concept of bidding on eBay; and possibly even c) Acne Cat. I'm back! :)

*Shit. I just realised that you CAN get people to "follow" you. Since when are blogs a popularity contest!? :( I feel so inadequate. Please, please follow me (I learned how to grovel from Kristen Stewart).