Monday, May 31, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
welcome to camelshoes.
i don't tell people about this place. well, not in so many words. and not in any amount of words when it comes to colleagues.
no real reason. i am not in any way ashamed of what can be found here. but it's simply not something i often advertise.
but i am going to tell you about it today - your last day at work - because this post is a little space for me to bid you farewell with a few key tips ahead of your huge adventure.
no, no. none of that carpe diem stuff. you know how to seize the day already and you certainly don't need some chick you met eight months ago getting all preachy mcpreacho on you. but you do need to know where to get a flat white because, i tell you, london has no freaking idea.
this place is a good start...
in fact, after about a month of trying, soho's flat white became the only place i bothered ordering its namesake. elsewhere i just opted for a latte. no big deal. but it's still hit and miss. unlike in australia where i will avoid them like the
i never did get there for dinner, which i regret (as much as you can really regret something so trivial). give it a whirl and report back, will you?
okay, let's wash all that junk food down. wine time. i only got here a couple of times but i can't think of a better place to recommend than gordon's. if it's a martini you're after, it's dukes - but that's a tip i've stolen right from the boy's mouth. he's the 'tini doyen. beer? that's what you'd usually catch me drinking and i would have probably been at keston lodge, the old queen's head or the hoxton. they're really just local faves rather than must-sees but hey, why not?
oh, i forgot about the gordon's picture. look...
so, i've covered eating, drinking and a bit of shopping (ps: urban outfitters, reiss, top shop) which pretty much sums up my london experience. you've seen a world map so don't need my travel advice and you can delve into the lonely planet for all the church slash museum slash gallery info (although i do highly recommend the TATE modern) you need.
needless to say, this doesn't even scratch the surface of what london had to offer. have the time of your life exploring. we'll miss your smile.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
i know, i know. it's the mandatory bash facebook post. and it's been a long time coming people. but now, like never before, facebook makes me want to cry.
"so, delete your account".
pretty darn simple isn't it? but i can't. i just can't bring myself to pull the trigger. for all the things i hate about facebook...
- the time i waste on it
- the ignorant/racist/stupid/embarrassing status updates which oft grace my news feed
- the tagging of un-tag-worthy photos by inconsiderate friends
- the pressure to reply at pace to messages and wall postings
- the increasingly alarming stories re security like this one)
put simply, for me, there are three types of friends on facebook. my real friends who i speak to and see often enough to make our facebook relationship redundant. my 'i met you once' friends who i never speak to, ever, leaving me apathetically baffled as to why they would request my 'friendship' in the first place. again, redundant.
but then there's the inbetweeners. facebook friends whose phone numbers i do not have and, truth be told, i would probably not ring if i did. friends who i might not have seen in years. friends who might live on the other side of the world. friend who, although we'll likely never see each other, i am happy if not grateful to have some form of contact with.
if i delete my facebook account, i'll surely loose touch with those people. it's hard enough fitting the a-team into my spare time.
i think though i am pretty close to bailing on the ol' FB. and as more and more people do so, it will be easier for me to play sheep (no, not farmville: i'm an adult). for now i've decided hiding is the new culling. it's working out for me.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
readers, meet alexis. alexis gave me this.
2. reading the comments sections of online newspapers hurts my heart. people are ignorant, bitter, nasty. yet i continue to skim almost daily.
3. when i was in year 3, my friend and i liked the same boy. he said he'd go out with whoever bought him the best present. that afternoon i spent all my money on a ninja turtle rubber. i won. we went out for one entire day.
4. i wake up tired every single morning yet i never, ever want to go to bed at night.
5. i am moving on sunday. my flatmates think it's because a room in my best friend's house is being vacated but really, i just cannot possibly stand to live with one of my flatmates any longer. he talks complete shit, is cluelessly chauvinistic and, worst of all, watches (and records) two and a half men ad nauseam.
6. my plan, since i have so much control over the matter, is one boy and one girl. full stop. it doesn't need to be in that order. twins would be welcome. i'll go in for the third if we haven't had one of each. yes, i do realise there's another person's plans slash dreams to consider. but hey, my blog, my 'seven things'.
7. the scar above my left eye is from being punched in the head when i was 17. the idea of one girl punching another makes me cringe. it's for the most bogan of bogans but hey, i grew up in wagga wagga (and received the face fist in gundagai). needless to say, i didn't punch back. i did, however, head straight to hospital for four stitches which made me look like i'd never been introduced to a pair of tweezers.
and now i get to pass it on.
there are lots of beautiful blogs in my life. but today i choose to pass this award on to jandy of alis volat propriis. jandy won me over with her honesty (so do most...it's an attribute i value highly). but most of all, i find jandy's efforts to unleash her happier self inspire me to do the same.
so thank you, jands...and to all the other beautiful blogs which, for whatever reason, make me smile.
Monday, May 3, 2010
i don't make a habit of back-reading my stuff but it's certainly interesting to have a bo-peep every now and then. we've certainly been through a lot, camelshoes and i.
thanks to all who have, do and will follow(ed) the ride. it means a hellava lot. i hope you're as curious as me to find out what the next two years brings.*
*actually, it would be a little weird if you were as curious as me about what lies ahead in my life...let's just say i hope you look forward to reading about it.