Cinematic #2

Hangover 2.

At least Phil is still hot.

6/10 asian doodles.

Be My Guest

We have a guest editor coming soon. She's in the wolfpack. Obvi.

You can fit her in your pocket, she makes radder than rad stuff and you wouldn't want to mess with her.. particularly once she crosses the Pacific.

Stay tuned.

Hang On

And then sometimes things just fall into place. I strongly believe in putting good vibes out and getting good vibes back. I’m not a religious person, although I know people who pray for me (thanks Grandad). Some people might call it luck. But I believe in creating your own good fortune. Wack a smile on your face, get into a positive frame of mind and put your best foot forward. Enjoy your time together. Now. Cause things are about to change. Again. Hang on Melbourne, I'm on my way baaaack!
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Wanting

Are you prepared to chase your dreams? Must you have a dream to chase? These questions can make a person go crazy. Luckily there is another option.

As much as I tell myself not to lay all my eggs in one basket (note: this is not a good thing to tell yourself if you aren’t actually a chicken), I can’t help focusing a large chunk of my time and energy on the things that I want. Not possessions, but big life things. Like a certain job, a certain person, a certain laptop (actually just one with internet that works would really be great). So today I take a stand. In this moment I vow to focus my valuable time, my valuable energy on enjoying the adventure.

It’s easy if you try. Thanks for the lyrics, John.

Are you enjoying your day?  Maybe not? Well, there’s still a few hours left. What about a lovely glass of wine? Call that friend who always makes you smile. Play that song really loud. Scream when no one’s listening. Tell your mum you love her. Make some sangria. Eat the last piece of chocolate. Look at awesome photos from your last trip. Or maybe write a blog post that you know someone out there will (hopefully) like.

Try to enjoy the ride. Because you never know when those strawberries are going to come back to hurt you.
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Layer Cake

It's been a while. Things have changed.

But not my love for Narwhals.

Suitable Candidate

There's a new type of business card these days.. Nudie pics. On your phone.

Handy for those times when strangers ask you for your "résumé".

Sometimes, you're just not right for the job.

Sometimes

I like to think of myself as a fairly positive person. You will generally find me in a good mood, spruiking about living the good life and reminding anyone who will listen how lucky we are. I don’t have much and I like to think I don’t need much to be happy.

But we all have down days. You have to return to work after about 10 months off. Your housemate hasn’t done the dishes when you really wish she had. Actually you do want to buy that $240 jacket, even though it goes against your new beliefs. And sometimes you’re just plain pissed off that the weather is going between extremes of stupid-hot-humid-should-be-on-a-tropical-island-if-I-have-to-endure-this weather and then freezing your arse off within the space of one week.

On days like those, you want to turn to something. You want to believe that the internet holds the answers. And it does. It always does. Thank you internet. Have I told you lately that I love you?

Sometimes this blog is about more than random thoughts turned into little indulgent smarty pants posts. Inspiration shows itself in many forms. You have to be on the lookout. You have to stop and smell the beautifully photoshopped roses. And when your fellow blogger returns to the big smoke and the world is in order once again, you wake up and know everything is going to be ok.

Gnarly Nar Nar

Hey Ray? Come here for a second.

I’ve got some ideas for you and your first pay cheque..

Betony's sister can knit sheep.

Yeah, but what about knitting me one of these?

I chopped this bird's head off.

This is fully ok for my non fiction list.

I don't know what an umbrella has to do with it.

But still, look how cute it is!

Mess with me. Mess with my narwhal beanie. Believe.

My necklace brings all the boys to the yard.

Oh yar. I'd use this alllll the time.

But really? Really I just want to make you this for dinner.

Every night until you die.

Top 5

Who will help me kidnap now?

Until we meet again..

Speak Now

The best thing about having a guitar is being able to go all Taylor Swift on a person's arse.

And while my shitty, mean songs will never make a billion dollars like T-Swizzle has, the satisfaction of getting a secret f-you on someone certainly outweighs the embarrassment of actually wasting my time writing a song that nobody will ever hear, about somebody who doesn't deserve it.. I think.

Watch your back. You might get T-Swizzled.

Foolproof Sangria

You should make this. And then when you have thirty minutes before you’re due to leave the warehouse, you should make some more.

Sangria. The party starter. The dancer in the dark.

Makes about 4 litres which serves four, or maybe more, depending on the degree of alcoholism.

You will need:
3 bottles of dodgy cheap red wine (something heavy) chilled
500ml Lemonade
1 L orange juice
350ml Brandy
Fruit (optional)

Sugar syrup:
2 cups sugar
2 cups water
3 cinnamon sticks

Get a saucepan. Place the sugar, water and cinnamon sticks in said saucepan. Place on high heat (stovetop or fire, probably not microwave) and bring to a rolling boil. Leave until you almost forget about it but then the smell of cinnamon hits you like an alligator called Steve. Allow to cool.

Get a punch bowl. Or buy/steal one. A worthy investment. Mix all remaining ingredients in said bowl. Add ice if required. Add fruit if opted for. Serve in those wine glasses you got given for your 21st.

Best consumed sitting on a rooftop. Insert hazy memories here. And then thank me later.
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Cinematic #1

The Black Swan.

An abysmally ridiculous story of aggressive anorexic people growing feathers.

-4/10 feathers.

Bookclub #1

Welcome to the first installment of bookclub! Here we review books in one sentence or less. And then give a score (example below).

The Bronze Horseman trilogy, by Paullina Simons.

Alexander should have died from lung cancer. 6/10 cigarettes.
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Championship Point

In true holiday style, we’ve both been too lazy to update Alopecia much. There's plenty of drafts waiting to go but I’d rather eat leftover ham. And since we’re the only ones who read this, it doesn’t really matter.

But.. The thing we’re most excited about, which always kicks off the year has arrived. Actually, it's half over. Which makes this post still relevant. It's been a long countdown since Zeus put a stop to our final festivities last time. We’re experts now. The masters of all situations. Savvy organisers. Preparation ninja’s.

It's time. So we might take this opportunity to have a little talk to ourselves and raise a few key points from past experiences. For instance:

- You are NOT hotter than Brooklyn Decker. Clearly. Just because she's a few seats away and you've downed a bottle of vodka does not give you the right to update your Facebook status saying you are better looking than her. She is a swimsuit model and you eat too many burgers. You both have your place in the world.

- RL Arena foyer is not a holding ground for idiots who hit on 17 year old volunteers while their amigo trains it home to get more vodka. There's no need.

- Sitting next to the Croatian and Czech fans will always make your day more interesting. It is also a guaranteed way to get escorted out. Fun.

- Swiss fans are super gay. And deserve to be mocked. Some Swiss players even 'quit' their families to focus on their tennis. If only it were that easy.

- Apparently it is the only day of the year you are allowed to wear a backpack. I beg to differ. And will not carry it.

- The shit rule of reserving seats for a certain amount of change of ends is just that. A shit rule. And if you actually get all upset about it etc etc, we will abuse you behind your back.

- Shirt changes are definite highlights. But it's like a goal in soccer. Guaranteed to miss it.

- Fernando Verdasco will never love you. Turns out he actually doesn't even know you're alive. Who knew?!

Remember the above as we take on the world and try to rule the game of life. I try my best, no?

Game, Set, Match.

Cause Or Cure?

Cause: a person or thing that acts, happens, or exists in such a way that some specific thing happens as a result; the producer of an effect.

Cure: a means of healing or restoring to health; remedy.

And that, my friends, is the real circle of life.

9 Days In

Yeah yeah... New Year's has come and gone. And whatever. Alopecia was out in full force. I don't really remember the few days I celebrated, but something tells me I had one of the greatest times ever. The videos don't lie. Or they wouldn't if we weren't too scared to watch them.

The proof is in the pudding though as I came home with severe skateboarding injuries. And hey, good to see my klepto skills were still up to scratch as I also came home with a 3m long stuffed crocodile. His name is Steve. Obviously.

Welcome to 2011. May it shit on 75% of last year.