score!

this super size me t-shirt has been tempting me on our livingroom couch for couple of weeks already. it has been just lying there without an owner and i've been coveting it every time i walked past.

today my curiosity got the best of me and as i walked past i asked dan if he know's who's it is. apparently a friend of matt's bought it for her girlfriend but it was like 4 sizes too small. hence it was abandoned on our couch.

dan told me to play cinderella and said that i can keep it if it fits. sure as hell the shirt fits like it was made for me! woohooo!

sometimes it's good being a tiny lil thingie.

details

do you know the way you subconsciously associate little things and details with some people?

like every time you hear a certain song, you immediately remember the person who introduced you to it, used to play it all the time or who absolutely hated that song?

or the way you suddenly think of someone from years ago seemingly out of the blue, until you realise that the person who just passed by was wearing the same perfume?

it could really be anything from a place, dish, colour, movie, artist, brand of alcohol, day, whatever.

i've experienced a funny series of these trigger details bringing up someone from the past and then suddenly receiving a email/sms/phone call from them or bumping into them when least expecting it. really don't know what to think of it.

maybe it's part of this weird phase i've been going through lately. it seems to be forming into a process of figuring out my path forward by making sense of the past.

flashback of the day - 2003

fucked up aussie blokes. i had been in the country for abt two weeks or so when we ended up having a piss-up with my new friends. i never know when to keep my mouth shut and that particular time it resulted into FIVE of them duct taping me onto an office chair for FOUR hours! five of them against little-ole-me!

they only agreed to let me go after my fingers were starting to get blue and i promised not to kill them afterwards. tho i did manage to leave a permanent dental record onto the shoulder of one of them.

the best bit was that in the middle of the duct taping process they ran out of tape and one of them had to go to the 7-11 nearby to buy more. so this dude walks into the convenience store counter and goes "hi, how are you mate? where do you keep your rope and duct tape?" and without even blinking the guy just points towards the right direction.

random quotes from the past few days

"why do i always have to get on a plane to get some?"

- a guy abt to board a plane to get some

"if there's one thing i can't stand about sleeping with women, it's all the fucking mind-reading."

- corky in bound (1996)

"lack of cock causes brain malfunction, i mean, just look at the lesbians..."

i love newtown

i just can't get over the fact that life in newtown is so much better than in kingswood.

it's the little things that make the difference: i love the fact that i'm finally able to eat fresh veggies and fruits daily since there's a grocery store within 5 mins walking distance. i love the way i can just walk up to a gelato store or a cafe any time of the day if i feel bored or otherwise social. i love the fact that there's dozens of great pubs and restaurant's to choose from when i feel like going out and most of all i love the fact that it takes 15 mins by bus to get to the city when i need to.

i've said it before and i'll say it again: i fucken LOVE newtown.

tho i do have to admit that i do miss my old flatmates and friends from on-campus and the non-stop partying that went on. no one's doing woodchip angels, playing drinking games till 8am or dragging out the 4-way beer bong every night. i kinda got used to all that during the past two yrs.

if this was a perfect world, i could have taken my friends and flatmates with me.

fin: tarttuneita ruokailutottumuksia

tama meeminpoikanen tarttui mukaan tiralta:

• herra liituraita aivopesi minut takaisin valkoviinin ystavaksi (johon en ollut pystynyt koskemaankaan sitten ensimmaisen teinihumalan)
  
• ameriikan poijan kanssa nautiskeltiin vastaleivottuja kookosmuffinsseja ja vihreaa teeta auringonlaskua tuijotellen ja mukaan tarttui myos joka-aamuinen mysli soijamaidolla
  
• julmetun pitka puoliaasialainen poika opetti minut kokkaamaan sea food tom yam -keittoa, marinoimaan jumalaista kanaa malesialaisittain ja tekemaan suussa sulavaa ja jopa oikealta nayttavaa sushia (ja peittamaan sen hienostuneen aromin wasabilla ja soijakastikkeella)
  
• a:n kanssa nautiskeltiin hyvaa viskia, herkuteltiin kaikenmaailman kansainvalisilla tapas-tyyppisilla alkupaloilla ja kokattiin elamaa suurempaa kanttarellisuppilovahverokastiketta
  
• t:n kokkitaidoista ei tarttunut suuremmin mitaan, koska minun sallittiin vain istua poydassa odottamassa. mieleen jai kuitenkin maistuvat pastat ja punaviini, seka take-away kiinalainen piknikilla pyynikin kallioilla auringon laskiessa
  

flashback of the day - 2000

dressed up as poison ivy and being fed by the nurse from hell at the hell-o-ween, bloody hell-o-ween party by the boozing society back in 2000.

(this was the first uma thurman trip btw, second was of course the post-od mrs. mia wallace last halloween)

good times i tell you.

weird dreams - part 2

i just remembered another weird dream from last night.

as background info for those who don't know me: i don't believe in marriage and certainly am not planing to do that at any stage.

anyway, here's the dream as i remember it:

• i was getting married to someone i know (not entirely sure who it was, but it was a male who i felt close to).
  
  the trouble was that since i was getting married here in australia, the ring had to be put on my right hand's index finger instead of the ring finger and it didn't seem right to me. it made the whole thing feel uncomfortable and wrong.
  
  the ring itself was a wide sleek and curvy design silver ring and felt really uncomfortable. the ring wasn't on the finger i thought it should be on and somehow it just felt too big.
  
  i was twisting and turning it around for ages until i finally was able to turn it in a way that made it sit nicely against the middle finger. then suddenly everything felt comfortable and well-balanced again.
  

and that's it. i mean... wtf?

flashback of the day - 1995

here i am, 17 yrs old miss tanya "tart" poodle (in the middle) dressed up as the russian nurse from hell with a big red water gun (i'm sure it made more sense back then) and abt to climb on stage as a background dancer for the fantastic drag queen duo transparent (later on known as the school girls). other half of the duo, gorgeous miss lassie on the left.

and on the right, there's also my best friend mira bell wearing my ever so perty barbie top and the lovable transparent original skirt made from a kiddy rain coat that said "i may look funny but i'm not wet like you"

"what would jesus do?"

i know it's an old one but i still want them! how come no one got me a pair of these for my bday, huh?

dreaming high as a kite

last night i was playing survivor in shopping mall catacombs while being chased by an echidna made out of a shrubbery.

right.

they must add acid to tap water around newtown. that would explain a lot.

what is it with men?

i received the worst conversation opener ever by email a lil while ago. some guy emails me through a site where he had seen some of my work:

"hi!

i went through your work and came to the conclusion that you are more interesting than your art. how old are you? judging by your picture i'd say 25."

i mean, wtf? first he disses my work and labels me as a piece of meat and then goes and breaks the ever so sacret tabu of woman's age. sheesh. how much worse can you go?

"hi, i think your work is crap and you look cheap, old and desperate enough to put out." ?

fin: smg - 100km ouluun

"...harva jaksaa enaa puhua,
kun jaljella on 100km ouluun
silloin radio kaannetaan pienemmalle
ja kohta joku jo nukkuu

olen nahnyt,
olen nahnyt
kuinka niiden iho muuttuu
tiedan kun ne rakastuu
ja kun ne suuttuu
mita pidemmal-,
mita pidemmal-,
mita pidemmalle ma tuun
sita huonommin muistan kaiken muun..."

(y)mca

there went my day off. meeting someone was nice and we had a good time. mca was alright even tho i hated pretty much everything i saw. but then again, that's the case every time. why the fuck am i doing art if i hate most of it?

• bridget riley - hated it.
  neat and kinda cool, but too clean and perfected to do anything to me. i was bored after the few first works and besides, they made my friggen eyes hurt.
  
• lee bul - hated it.
  i liked the public humiliation aspect of her 'karaoke pod', but that's abt it. the rest was full on bleached giger meets manga. and i hate both.
  
• destiny deacon - meh.
  any artist who uses mutilated barbie dolls, dolls and teddy bears in her work should be spanked like a bitch. that shit belongs to a year 12 teen angst work, not in a major gallery exhibition.
  tho i have to admit that some of the images were really beautiful and interesting. specially the colours and compositions were nice.
  but i fucken hated the way they were hung on the wall. it was shitting me all through the exhibition. extra points for that. in fact, i'm considering doing the same for my next assessment.
  

day off

alrighty, i think it's time to get past my art hangover and get back on the horse.

after the end of the semester assessments i've been reluctant to touch art even with a long stick. today i'm abt to change that. i'm being dragged to the mca by someone. i'll tell you more about it later on.

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ok bunnies, honestly, who put the "FUCK ME" post-it note on my back?

last night i walked home from work as i always do xcept that this time i got stopped 5 times by men trying to pick me up. i mean, wtf? i was looking like *shit*, cranky as hell and just desperate to get home cause i was starving. last fucken thing i needed was a pact of idiots to slow me down. yet there they were.

maybe i just looked cheap and easy. that'd explain it.

new year's resolutions(?)

i don't really believe in them. i think it's better to try to live your life the way you want to all the time, instead of doing sad attempts to correct it once a year. however i think i did somehow make a few new-year's-resolution-like decisions around the change of the year:

1. celibacy.
   fuck it. i'm not getting any so might aswell make it feel like it was a decision in the first place. this year i'm a born-again-virgin.
2. no booze.
   i've been the official party animal all through last year and i think it has been taking it's toll lately. i'll take it easy till i start feeling better. in the mean time cranberry juice rocks.
3. no sugar.
   sugar has never been good to me, but i've been weak. i don't want to take this to the extremes, but just cut down on refined sugar using some common sense like no candy, no sugar in coffee, no yucky fluffy white 'bread', etc.
4. less coffee.
   no more 8-10 cups of coffee per day. xcept maybe around uni assessments. green tea kicks arse.
   
5. less mi goreng.
   substitute instant noodles with fresh veggies and fruits.

in a nutshell: be a good girl.

scary thought

i've always been a big believer in the angelina jolie method when it comes to weight management. if "sex keeps me fit" then does selibacy mean that i need to stop eating too?

grh.

starting 2005 by working was not a good thing. it took 3 energy drinks, one tall rocket fuel juice with guarana and a tall flat white to get anything even close to a smile out of me today.

(alright, that kitty is starting to freak me out. it's sitting on top of my monitor, staring at me intensively with that Wild Eyed Kitty[tm] expression and whinging. i feel like i was a bloody drumstick!)

the mexican boy next door dragged me out to the townie for a drink and catching up. which was nice. and even better since i was able to be a good girl and instead of the usual wine/whiskey/cider i had a plain cranberry juice. tasty, healthy and perty. and it looks like we might end up having a movie night tomorrow. entertainment is always a good thing.

tomorrow is (FINALLY) a day off. i think i'll make an official start of the new year girly pampering day out of it. and then i can finish off with a nice fucked up movie night featuring pink flamingos and sick: the life and death of bob flanagan, supermasochist. perfectly healthy and soothing material to inspire both body and soul.

farken.

i need to work today. i was supposed to have a day off, but yesterday as i was leaving work i was told that i need to come in today for the night shift. fuckityfuckityfuckityFUCK.

i REALLY don't feel like going to work. i'm not even hungover, i'm just fucken tired. i've done twise the normal hrs this week. i need rest. i need sleep. i need a life.

2004, done.

right. 2004 is in the past and 2005 is here.

as i was walking home after the party, this guy stopped me just to say "happy new year sweetheart, i hope you find what you are looking for..." so do i to be honest. tho i guess i have to figure out what it is first.

2004

• 2 v. interesting people met
• 3 "interesting people" got rid of
  
• 8 units completed at uni
  
• 6 high distinctions
  
• 1 visit to 'my' country
• 3 moves
• 1 blog started
• 234 entries written
• x boxes of goon finished
• 1 robbery
• 7 new flatmates
• 2 new allergies
• 1,5 hearts broken
• 1 new entry on my meter
• 4 new video works
• 12 new prints
• 1 artwork in an exhibition
• 3 prints sold
• 1 appearance on the sydney social pages
• 2 near death piss-ups
• 3 countries visited
• and and and... can't think of anything to add anymore. need sleep. now.

ta-tah. talk to you more after i sleep myself sober.