Here a few photos from the weekend, mostly of myself and my sister, usually eating delicious treats:
Here a few photos from the weekend, mostly of myself and my sister, usually eating delicious treats:
It only just dawned on me today that I have not blogged for ages about becoming a nail tech! Slack! In all honesty it’s kept me so busy I’ve had even less time than usual to blog at all (and let’s face it, my blogging was far from regular beforehand). But it’s been a lot of fun and a huge learning curve for sure.
I got my qualification in May after we got back from Thailand and I’ve been doing nails from home ever since. At first I set up a space in our dining area which was good but it really made it hard to separate the business from home, especially when poor old Ben was home when I had a client. So I finally sucked it up and cleared out my craft/computer room and made it in my nail “salon”. We even painted two of the walls pink so it looks pretty darn fabulous! I still have some final decorating and organising to go, when it’s all finished I will post photos! For now, here’s some of the nail art I’ve done lately:
On Sunday I went to a five-year-old’s birthday party. It was the granddaughter of my mum’s good friend and they asked me to come dressed up super kawaii to appeal to all the little girls there. With the promise of party treats and a petting zoo I was more than happy to oblige! It was a very fun afternoon and I was pleased to note the adults were probably the most impressed by my outfit, they all couldn’t get over my shoes! I also think I may have given Black Milk a few new customers thanks to my fabulous unicorn leggings.
I ate way too many chocolate crackles (it’s been so long!) and got to pat many a baby farm animal including this tiny pony who had a rainbow tail (don’t worry, it was just hair chalk). I also got my fac painted which was wonderful and I was so sad when I had to take it off later that night :(
Leggings: Unicorn Black Leggings by Black Milk Clothing
Skirt: Tutu bought from a vendor at Supanova Gold Coast
Top: Black lace shirt from Jay Jay’s (I think)
Shoes: Adidas x Jeremy Scott Pink Poodle sneakers from Laced
Scarf: 14-Character “Hello Kitty by Twinkie Chan” Scarf from Yummy You
Bow: Hello Kitty Bow (Pink) by iamchubbybunny from Japan LA
As you are all probably aware, I really like Harry Potter. I’ve even blogged about it a few times. Well I found out a little while ago that a Brisbane group called Man vs Bear were hosting a Harry Potter trivia night at a local bar, so obviously I immediately signed up a team (hilariously named “Quidditch while we’re ahead”) and started recruiting friends to join me in my quest to prove how big a HP nerd I really am. In the weeks leading up to the night, I tried to cram as much study in as possible but between working my day job and starting my nail business I only manged to read the Philosophers Stone and a few chapters of Chamber of Secrets. Oh no! I did a whole bunch of online quizzes whenever I could, but I was so nervous! People kept joking about how there would be a group there who had no life and so knew every intricate detail of the books and would defeat us easily. NO! I had a reputation to uphold, I was known for my HP-love thanks to the (now defunct) Harry Potter fanclub and all of my appearances on the radio, TV and in local newspapers whenever the new film/book was coming out.
On the afternoon of the quiz, I met with my team to discuss tactics and have a few quick drinks to ease our nerves. We were all HP fans with excellent knowledge who were keen to win! I actually managed to rope in my friend Jen who did the quiz the night before (it’d been so popular, they had to add an extra night, which happened to be the night before we were going) who found out that the questions would be different but it was great to have some insider knowledge on how it all worked.
I won’t go through every blow by blow details of the evening as that’s ridiculous/boring but here are some of the highlights:
Look I’m not going to lie, I was one of those awful, obnoxious winners who screams, dances and carries on like a jerk. But I was so damn excited. I was also stoked when I realised the top prize was a Black Milk voucher, it was as though it was meant to be! Needless to say we celebrated for a while and I maybe made myself very, very sick (oops) but let’s face it, it was soooo worth it!
Enjoying sake and dumplings at Harajuku Gyoza with mum. She’ll kill me if she
finds out I posted this picture but it’s so cute!
Yesterday morning I found our Rik Mayall had died when Ben let out a mournful “Noooooooo!” as I was getting ready for work. To be honest it really got to me, I can honestly say he was one of my heroes. I grew up watching him in Grim Tales, Drop Dead Fred, the Young Ones, Bottom and Blackadder, in fact my sister and I were totally obsessed with the Young Ones, watching it religiously and quoting it constantly. Drop Dead Fred has to be one of my top 10 favourite movies (even though the ending was a bit naff), I defy anyone from around my age to say they didn’t want their own Drop Dead Fred! Perhaps it’s a testament to how much I appreciate funny people but I always had a bit of a crush on Rik, even though he played utterly repulsive characters. There was something about his manic style, the way he turned the most deplorable scumbag into someone almost lovable (albeit in a pitiful kind of way), that I personally loved. This Vice article sums it up really nicely actually.
I’ll always regret how close I came to meeting him in 2005 when I was living in London. I found out about half an hour too late that he was doing a book signing, if I’d just read the newspaper a bit earlier I could have rushed in and made it. I was so mad at my friend who knew about it but had only thought to mention this when I’d lamented how upset I was at missing out. I have yet to even read his autobiography, possibly as some sort of dumb protest because I didn’t get a copy signed by him. Fortunately Ben has a very well-read copy which I will start reading tonight. I’ll also never forgive whoever made the decision to cut Peeves from the Harry Potter films. Rik Mayall was more Peeves than Peeves was.
RIP Rik. Thank you for all the fart jokes.
This house will become a shrine, and punks and skins and rastas will all gather round and hold their hands in sorrow for their fallen leader. And all the grown-ups will say, “But why are the kids crying?” And the kids will say, “Haven’t you heard? Rick is dead! The People’s Poet is dead!” And then one particularly sensitive and articulate teenager will say, “Other kids, do you understand nothing? How can Rick be dead when we still have his poems?”
I’m a little late to the party, but I couldn’t work out what I wanted to say exactly about this matter, and how I wanted to say it. I was really affected by the Isla Vista shooting the other week, I found myself thinking about it a lot and spending a lot of time reading article about the shooting itself as well as opinion pieces on why this mass shooting was especially awful. To be honest plenty has been said about it, most of it a lot better than I could possibly write (I’ll post some of links that I especially enjoyed at the end). But I still felt compelled to write something, to convey my thoughts on what made Elliott Rogers do what he did.
First of all, what he did was dreadful in every conceivable way. He decided that because women did not want to have sex with him, and other men were having sex with them instead, people deserved to die. Such a thought process is so beyond my comprehension, I barely know what to say except he was fundamentally wrong and anyone who sympathises with him is also wrong. Not one single bit of reasoning he gave for his atrocious actions can be justified in any way, which you’d think was pretty darn obvious but the amount of stuff I’ve seen where people (almost exclusively men) saying “if women just sucked his dick, this never would have happened” and words to this effect (yes I did read a tweet that actually said that and I’m still shocked and appalled by it). Clearly some people, most of which are men, just don’t get it.
Seeing #YesAllWomen take seed and blossom into an empowering discussion about what all women have to endure at the hands of some men was wonderful. It’s been so liberating to see how big this has gotten and how far the usually unheard voice of women are being heard, finally. I love seeing how much conversation it’s been generating, much of which has been very positive and helpful in shutting down the infuriating “NOT ALL MEN” rhetoric. I can only imagine how many men are seeing this stuff, and being shocked by how lucky they are to not have endured what so many women have, from obnoxious cat calling to physical/sexual assault. I hope that men, after reading about #YesAllWomen will be more careful about who they call out “compliments” to on the street, how they pursue women at bars and when to stop, what consent actually means and how to react when they catch another guy when he does something shitty to a woman. Obviously not every man will change his behaviour, but I am really optimistic that many will.
But what about the men who refuse to change their minds or just ignore this whole issue completely? Men who’ve been brought up thinking women are nothing but objects to have sex with and (if they’re lucky/so inclined) make babies with. Men who teach their son’s that women aren’t as good as men, that manliness is proven by sexual conquest and that respect is for “sissies”. Sometimes these boys don’t even need to be taught these things from their parents as such, maybe their parents just don’t really go into any of it so they boy has to search elsewhere for this information, and finds it from his peers, from his favourite TV shows and films and the internet. What is the information he gleans from these sources is skewed and teaches him the wrong thing? What if he learns how much masculinity is defined by sex and/or violence? What if he finds new friends who feel the same way and make him become bitter that he can’t be a:real man” without having sex, so that his only resort is violence? That’s what I believe happened to young Elliott Rogers. He wasn’t told by anyone that sex isn’t the be-all-end-all, that at the age of 22 it’s perfectly OK to be a virgin, that women can offer a lot more than sex, that you’re allowed to talk to people about how you’re feeling and that violence is never, ever the answer. I don’t blame his parents at all, they already knew he was troubled and tried to do something about it but were told there was no real risk of doing anything drastic. Can you imagine how they must feel, they’ve lost their son but can’t really grieve for him because of his own dreadful actions.
I worry that there’s no real way to reach the young men like Elliott and his online peers who feel the same way as him. While most of them won’t get a gun and shoot people, they still think like he did. How do you address people of privileged who have everything going pretty darn well for them in most respects but still expect more? How do you untrain all of the young men in the world who think they deserve the love and sex of women without doing anything to actually earn it? How do you explain that a black or hispanic man has just as much right to date a white women as he does, and they probably deserve it more because they think of women as whole people and make the effort to be kind to them? How do we tell all of the new parents out in the world to teach their son’s that a woman’s worth is not measured by what she wears, how she looks or how she sleeps with? It’s an overwhelming concept which seems all but impossible, but with more and more men standing up against misogyny in society, I am hopeful that maybe it will be possible in the not-too-distant future.
Over the Easter break Ben and I went to Thailand for the first time ever! To behonest we weren’t quite ready for another overseas holiday but seeing as it was for his little sisters wedding, of course we had to go!
Thailand has never been very high up on my list of countries to visit, mostly because there are other Asian countries I wanted to visit first (South Korea, Hong Kong and Japan again, obviously) but instead of grumbling I figured it was a good way to gauge how much I liked the country to decide to have a longer trip in the future. Plus it was a chance to finally have a relaxing holiday where there wasn’t an expectation to go sight seeing and adventuring every day.
We flew in before everyone else, arriving late on Wednesday night, with Air Asia who were actually pretty good despite being an extremely budget airline. The Gold Coast -> Kuala Lumpur leg was actually incredibly spacious which worked well for my fractured foot. Our five hour stop over in KL wasn’t great, it’s a pretty crappy airport so five hours dragged like crazy. But we only had a 45 minute flight to Phuket so we were there in no time. My first impression was “Bloody hell it’s hot. And muggy!” before noting how non-Westernised the place looked as we zoomed across the island to our hotel. It’s hard to explain but I guess because I’ve only ever traveled to first world countries, I’m used to seeing everything being pretty similar in terms of buildings and roads with only some minor differences to differentiate countries from one another. Seeing Thai style shops and homes, street food carts everywhere, hundreds of people zipping around on scooters (usually without helmets) or packed into the back of utes was fascinating! We were also struck by how busy the place was despite it being 11pm mid week, there were people (including kids) everywhere and it was positively bustling.
We stayed at Cape Panwa Hotel which is waaaaay down the bottom right of the island and was very lovely. By the time we arrived we were pretty beat so we both had a drink at the bar before getting a good night sleep. The next day we decided to explore the hotels private beach and get our relaxing well under way, especially before all of the relatives started turning up. Needless to say sunbaking on a beautiful private beach with a cocktail is one of the nicest things anyone can experience! Ben’s parents arrive at lunch time so we caught up with them and the other rellies who were trickling in.
One the Friday we decided to check out Phuket Town but we went on the wrong day and at the wrong time because it was really quiet and all the markets were closed. Bummer! We did have lunch at an amazing little restaurant that had only opened that day. In fact we were their first customers! We also rose our first ever tuk tuk which was so much fun! On the Saturday we kept things chilled again in anticipation of THE WEDDING the next day!
The wedding was absolutely beautiful, and because it was all organised by the resort, it was pretty much stress free too! The ceremony was held down the far end of the private beach and was so ridiculously picturesque. The layout was simple and beautiful, and the flowers used were the most glorious yellow and purple orchids I’ve ever seen. Tara looked gorgeous in her gown (a beautiful off-white with silver beads and included delicate butterfly wings draped across her back) while Phil looked so relaxed and happy, possibly because he didn’t have to wear shoes!
The reception was held at Panwa House near the beach and was a beautiful place for photos and the ridiculous amazing feast we had to eat (I may have possible eaten a lot more than I needed to). The only downfall was the fact it was so hot it was almost impossible for anyone to dance for longer than a song or two so we all ended up sitting in groups chatting with our fancy cocktails until late. Though there was a moment after the first dance where they played “Everything is Awesome” from the Lego Movie where everyone danced like crazy which was absolutely hilarious!
The next day a small group of us decided to make our way to Patong which we were told was where most of the stereotypes about Thailand comes from. But first we stopped over at Karon Beach for Dino mini golf! The whole place was awesome, the restaurant and bar looked like they were plucked straight from the Flintstones and they served cocktails in coconuts! We played a vigorous game of minigolf which Danny won, much to Ben’s disgust, made sad eyes at the baby elephant out the front that you paid less than a dollar to get a photo with (I’m against using animals as attractions in Thailand, though it was pretty dang hard to resist this little guy) before catching a tuk tuk to Patong.
Well… Patong sure was an eye opener! I don’t know how else to describe it, really. We mostly just wandered up and down Bangla Road which was pretty revolting albeit in a fun kind of way. You have to literally dodge the hawkers who try to lure you to the ping pong shows (which we didn’t have any interest in seeing, as we’re also against using humans as attractions), and your eyes are assaulted by neon lights and rows upon rows of bars with girls table top or pole dancing. Oh and all of the middle aged white men who hung out in all of the Aussie bars, clearly there to exploit the local sex industry. Gross. We ended up drinking a lot, making friends with a stripper in Suzy Wong’s Ass Smacking Fun (yes that was a real place) and caching an overpriced disco tuk tuk back to the resort super late.
The next morning was hard, but we had to get up early as we were going on a yacht cruise to Phi Phi Island. I managed to get some much needed sleep on the yacht on the way to the island so I was feeling pretty decent again as we arrived at our first stop, Monkey Island! To my great delight the boat crew were throwing bread into the water and thousands of small, tropical fish were swarming and going CRAZY for it. I immediately jumped in and got involved by holding bread just out in front of me and giggling like crazy as they swarmed around me, even nibbling my hands and back! After swimming around a bit, we realised there were actual monkeys on the beach! We weren’t meant to be actually going on this island but Ben and I were determined to see the monkeys so we swam ashore (Ben even took his camera gear with him by putting it in a waterproof bag and holding it over his head). They monkeys were SOOO CUTE! They were all rummaging through the trash on the shore or eating the watermelon someone had apparently dumped there for them. There were even a couple of babies who I just wanted to cuddle but they got pretty angry at you if you got too close! We ran out of time to actually go to Phi Phi Island (not a very well organised yacht cruise, apparently) so we headed back to the resort. Definitely worth it for the fish and monkey adventures though!
The next day was our final day in Phuket so we chilled out, going for some swims and much to my excitement, finding the lone resort monkey people kept telling me about! He was wandering down the hill towards the beach as we were heading down where someone gave him a mango so he sat and ate it for long enough for me to get some photos and give hi a good staring at! The rest of the day was pretty lousy as I managed to catch some sort of stomach big which rendered me useless for the afternoon. Boo! We flew home that night which worked out well for us because they took pity on me and my moon boot (oh yeah, I still had to wear the damn moon boot around Thailand) and bumped us up to premium economy! Yay for the moon boot!
It was a really fun trip and I got a badass tan to show for it. If I do end up returning to Thailand I think I’d do it to volunteer for one of the many animal rescue organisations, most likely one of the ones for stray dogs. It definitely showed me why people love Thailand so much, so I’m appreciative I got the chance to go!
Look at who joined our little family on Sunday. Yep we got a new dog! Her name is Midwich (it was Dancer but we decided that wasn’t good enough for her at all) and she’s a Papillon who’s apparently about two years old. We actually found out about her through the parents of a work mate of mine who had rescued her and were trying to find her a new forever home. As soon as I heard about her, I wondered if this was potentially the new little dog for us so I arranged to meet her with Ben.
Needless to say she was a delight but as we were about to go to Thailand for a week (I’ll be posting about that shortly) we decided we’d have a think about it. To cut a long story short, after a lot of thought we decided she was the right pup for us and finally took her home on Sunday. She’s really adapting well so far, though poor old Shiro is a bit sulky now that there’s a smaller dog out-cuteing him constantly, but I know he’ll be fine soon enough.
Her back story is a bit sad, it turns out she was living with up to 45 other dogs, mostly border collies where she didn’t always get fed regularly regularly and when she was rescued she was black with filth and covered in fleas. From my understanding the man who had her ran some sort of dodgy backyard puppy farm and had been busted by RSPCA for having too many dogs and needed to get rid of most of them. He mostly bred border collies so only had two papillons, Midi and her mum (who also found a forever home up in Townsville) left over so I imagine fighting off dozens of bigger dogs for food would have been a daily struggle for them. The lady who rescued her was actually there to get a pony off this man (who she happens to work with) but ended up taking the papillons as well because he said he was probably just going to shoot them! WHAT THE HELL??? I am so thankful she got there in time to rescue this little sweetheart, who despite her crappy upbringing, is the sweetest and most trusting little dog I’ve ever met. Oh and she likes to dance for attention (hence her previous name).
Well Supanova on the Gold Coast (or Goldnova as it is affectionately known) was on last weekend and I am still feeling it! This was the second year we had a stall there for Ruby Kawaii, and our fourth Supanova overall. Mum and I spent almost every weekend of the last two months sewing like crazy, and as much as we thought we were making good time and wouldn’t have the last minute panic until all-hours the night before… we totally ended up sewing madly past 1am the night before which meant we only got about 4 hours of sleep!
Overall it was a busy weekend, though the general consensus was that it felt a lot less busy than the year before even though the organisers kept reminding everyone that it was the biggest Supanova yet (as far as ticket sales to get in to the convention went). I don’t know where all these extra bodies went but it didn’t feel like it was near us! Though we were told as we were packing up on Sunday that they had opened up the hall a bit more this year so there was more room which is maybe why it felt less busy? Anyway, it was still a success for us and while were exhausted for days afterwards, it was a really great weekend.
On the Saturday I dressed as a Slytherin student, completed with m new Black Milk Death Eater leggings and black PVC skirt. On the Sunday Erin and I went as matching versions of Princess Bubblegum and Lumpy Space Princess.
Here are a few of the pics I managed to take when not serving lots of kawaii-loving people (click on them for the bigger pics):