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  • Checkout remorse

    Do you ever get to the checkout and decide against buying something because you’ve gone overbudget?

    It’s a little bit embarrassing to say “I might not take this” or “I might put that back”, and it’s not something we make a regular habit of. (I bet the checkout operators hate it too: it just creates more work for them when they have to put our unwanted items back on the shelves!)

    But I really couldn’t justify buying a cheesecake for more than $5, when it would have put us over budget and let’s face it, we don’t NEED cheesecake. Especially when I’m trying to expand my baking repertoire…

    Today’s outfit:

  • I may seem rude, but I’d be a lot ruder if I was forced to talk to you

    I get to see some great specimens of humanity at my house. For example, the three girls who came by last night to get drunk and dirty with my flatmates. I honestly couldn’t tell you what they looked like – that’s how much makeup was on their faces. Hair? Dyed and straightened to the point of follicular death. Skintight outfits, teetering stilettos. I don’t know how old they are, but T says some of them are as young as 15.

    One of them actually shares my name and tried to strike up a conversation with me a couple of times; I think she wants to be friends. But as much of a bitch as I am in private, I can’t bring myself to tell someone to their face that I have no respect for schoolage girls who dress and act like complete slappers.

    And the scary Barbie blonde one? Somehow has us caught up in her ex-boyfriend dramas. Not only is he calling and harassing her, he called our landline while she was here. Instead of ignoring him, she kept texting him back, you know, to tell him to leave her alone. I told her to block his number. She liked that idea, but I know for sure she won’t.

    Like me, T doesn’t have much patience for such BS, and tried to tell her that there’s no way she’ll find a “good guy” (not that she believes any exist) by getting dressed up, going around to guys’ houses, getting wasted and screwing them. Words, deaf ears. You know the drill.

    It makes me sad to see this – they’re so young. It also makes me glad to have found T: you never know, I could have turned into one of them by now.

    Today’s outfit:


    I planned to wear a waist belt to cinch the top in, but it only made me look lumpy and bumpy. Instead, I wore my medieval cross necklace and lacy knit shrug. Oh, and this is my new ingenious method of getting the whole outfit in one shot.

  • My foodie confessions…

    (stolen from The Asian Pear)

    I have no sense of portion sizes. Coupled with very little self-control, is it any wonder I eat to the point of bloatation more often than I should? Is bloatation even a word? If not, I just coined it.

    I don’t really like fruit. I like berries and melons. The odd apple, orange, mandarin, kiwifruit, grape or banana. I could go a few weeks without eating any.

    Similarly, there are days when I don’t eat any vegetables at all. Something I’m working on. Really.

    I am super, super picky about the textures in my food. I don’t eat the fat on meat. Tofu. Squid. Jelly. Uh…and more, I’m sure, but I can’t think of any at the moment.

    More insanity: I like cauliflower but won’t touch broccoli. I like ice cream, but not once it’s melted. I only drink soda when it is still super fresh and fizzy to the point of pain.

    Golden, salty McDonald’s chips are one of the best foods in the world.

    When I’m sharing chips with T, I get annoyed when he takes one of ‘mine’ that I had my eye on. How juvenile am i?

    I love potatoes. I could eat them all day – fried, mashed, boiled, you name it. They are so versatile!

    I eat as little as possible beforehand if I’m going to an all-you-can-eat place. Buffets are like heaven to me.

    Sometimes I barely eat anything at all during the weekend because we’ve exhausted the pantry and haven’t got around to shopping.

    I eat too fast for my own good. And I get incredibly irritated if my meal is too hot to gobble down in my usual fashion. (I know you’re supposed to SAVOUR good food, but I wolf it down like I’m never going to eat again.)

    Biscuits were a staple in my household growing up. My brother would go through like packet a day. I tried to keep track of how many he was eating (a LOT more than I was) because I felt like I was being cheated. My mother scoffed at me and I shut up about it.

    I need a bib to eat. Seriously, the mess I am capable of making is a sight ot behold.

    I can eat rice with almost anything. But I will not eat creamed rice or rice pudding. Rice should not be part of any dessert.

    TODAY’S OUTFIT: (you get a face shot as I was feeling good)

  • Some of my all time favourite books

    BOOKS I LOVE

    sloppySLOPPY FIRSTS – Megan McCafferty

    Possibly my most favourite books ever, Sloppy Firsts and sequel Second Helpings. There are three more (Charmed Thirds, Fourth Comings, and Perfect Fifths, released 2009), but IMO Second Helpings was the gem of the series. In a way I wish Megan had stopped after two; that book was the epitome of perfection for me. But we love Jess too much to miss her progressing through life, which is sometimes painful and hard to read, but we’re there till the end (a bit like Twilight?)

    What is it about these books? Well frankly, Jessica Darling is very nearly me. Okay, my running prowess is not as good as hers (although it was the only physical thing I was ever good at), nor am I as insanely intelligent or confident, but at heart she is me. She’s obsessive, grumpy, neurotic and driven and of course given to overanalysing everything.

    Basically, the series follows Jess through high school, college and beyond, and her on/off relationship with unlikely candidate and reformed bad boy Marcus Flutie. It’s full of her droll observations about friends, family, and life in general… I don’t know how Megan does it but she is absolutely inside the head of a 17-25 year old (I can’t quite remember what ages Jess is throughout). It’s incredible.

    McCafferty nails her character’s voice perfectly through journal and letter format (which works surprisingly well) and Jess’ dry sense of humour comes through beautifully. Given our similarities and how much I identify with her I almost feel like she is the blueprint of my life and what happens to her will mirror my future. Hence, my waiting with bated breath for PF to arrive in NZ. (Which it has – stay tuned for my thoughts…sometime)

    issac_asimov_foundationFOUNDATION series – Isaac Asimov

    Okay, so this one’s a bit of a departure for me. Isaac Asimov, I’ve learned, is known as the master of SF (scifi for you noobs :P). I, Robot is based off one of his novels.

    The Foundation series tells the story of humanity god knows how far in the future. Asimov took inspiration from the rise and fall of the Romans (who else?). There are practically uncountable inhabited worlds across the Galaxy (once we got space travel sussed, we colonised other worlds and made them habitable. Like Trantor, which we decided to basically cover in metal and steel). The Galactic Empire, which is a centralised governing body, is slowly dying – dramatic, I know – but psychohistorian Hari Seldon has a plan to avert the 30,000 years of doom and barbarity he foresees coming.

    Now, that’s one of the things I loved: the concept of psychohistory. The name’s a bit bizarre, maybe a bit misleading, but essentially it’s like statistics. Get a large enough group of humans and you can accurately predict what they’re going to do and plot out their future, with potential deviations and branches to boot. Individual reactions can only be guessed, but humans in mass are predictable creatures.

    And so Seldon devises a method to preserve the best of humanity and reduce this dark time down to a mere thousand years. It’s sparks the debate of free will and the ability to muddle through and make poor choices for yourself, of having a higher power helping you along. It’s interesting to ponder, at least for me. Would you rather have total free will, taking the good with the bad, or essentially have someone playing God and looking out for you? Manipulation, if you will.

    I think it’s interesting that futuristic tales often tend to revert to old fashioned, even medieval, customs/speech. In Foundation, everything is very hierarchical, formal and proper. There’s a Galactic Empire. There are rules and regulations, it’s male biased, there’s a definite hierarchy of power. They speak quite formally and observe the strict processes they have in place in terms of things like politics. Anyway, after devouring the series I haven’t really found anything to match him. Not that I’ve looked that hard but other SF writers just don’t appeal.

    The actual prose is not particularly exciting, however, and Asimov likes to get far too clever for his own good – a lot of the plotting and strategising really went over my head. He was a big fan of the twists and letting things happen  – THEN explaining them all in lengthy monologues after the fact.

    I began by reading Foundation and Earth, an addition to the original trilogy. Although it’s not seen as kindly as the first books (and I guess it’s not as groundbreaking, but again, it was the intensive worldbuilding and travelling that hooked me. I was just fascinated by his imaginative descriptions of the worlds Trevize and co encountered). When I got out the original Foundation books, the writing didn’t grip me, but the worlds did and the stories of the characters. Plus, it made much more sense (because Asimov tends to refer back to past events a lot).

    Asimov’s Robots series also really kicks ass, maybe even more than Foundation, as it’s more readable and is based in a far more interesting time period (long before the Foundation, during the age of robots, of course). So that should keep me busy for awhile. Trying to track down novels this old isn’t easy!

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    The Other Side of the Story – Marian Keyes

    I love, love, love Marian Keyes. And this is her best work. There are no neat ends here but it’s a great yarn, and far more engaging (I thought) than books like Sushi for Beginners. There’s Jojo, the larger than life book agent who’s sleeping with her boss, Lily, her delicate, unfailingly kind and lovely author who’s written the ultimate sappy escapist fantasy book ever, and her ex best friend Gemma, who despises Lily for ‘stealing’ the love of her life.

    Their lives run parallel, but come to cross in different ways. They all come to learn some hard lessons about themselves and others, and how to move on. It’s a touching, heartwarming book with healthy doses of Marian Keyes’ delightfully wry sense of humour. Quintessential chick lit at its best.

    Her other books are also a must to check out! I mean, they’re not just about finding love. They’re about grief, heartache, family and addictions. I may not always identify with her characters but it doesn’t detract from her writing. Of note: Anybody Out There? is fantastic (mid-way twist I did not anticipate) and Lucy Sullivan is Getting Married is pretty good.

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    Harry Potter series – J.K. Rowling

    Enough said.

    Okay….maybe a few lines.

    Great characters, amazing storylines (increasingly intricate plots I couldn’t actually get my head around towards the end) – just a real accomplishment.

    I do agree with critics that the books got increasingly bloated after #3, but my faves are Prisoner of Azkaban and Goblet of Fire; rip roaring good tales without too much weighing them down.

    BOOKS TO READ
    See my to-read shelf:
    My book recommendations, favorite quotes, book clubs, book trivia, book lists (to-read shelf)

  • Is mystery shopping worth the time?

    Last month I took one of my good friends out for dinner (tab: paid for by a mystery shopping assignment).

    “I wish I could do that for a full time job,” he remarked.

    I explained that it’s just not the kind of thing you can do fulltime: rather, it’s a great thing to do on the side. But is it worth the time put in?

    Now, I don’t track every dollar, but I went back to try and nail down roughly how much I’ve made through surveys.

    DECEMBER 169.22
    NOVEMBER 339.83
    OCTOBER 275.00
    SEPTEMBER 150.00
    SEPTEMBER 150.00
    AUGUST 0.00
    JULY 50.00
    JUNE 50.00
    MAY 150.00
    APRIL 92.00
    MARCH 118.50
    FEBRUARY 80.00
    JANUARY 197.00

    TOTAL = 1671.55 (Seriously, it took me something like five goes to add that up and get the same answer twice. I fail.)

    And as for how much I spent, I came up with a rough total of $468.50. At the most, I’d say a margin of error of $50.

    What did that get me? Prescriptions, food, alcohol, petrol and beauty products :). The actual money earned mostly went to irregular expenses or savings.

    I really couldn’t say how many hours a month on average I spend on surveys, but for over $1000 net for what is very much a spare-time gig, I think I’m definitely coming out ahead. This year, I want to keep a tight rein on this income – keeping a record of all purchases, and closely tracking payments and reimbursements every single month.

  • Poor health costs money

    So I tried to book a doctor’s appointment today. Apparently that won’t be happening until Thursday. So I saw a nurse instead, who told me to “go spend some money” and buy hayfever tablets and some eye drops (Come on. The whole idea was that I’d get prescribed meds for my hayfever because paying what equates to a dollar a pill at the pharmacy is out and out INSANITY. Oh yeah, and my eye dryness/itchyness/gunkiness may just be allergies, or it might be a slight infection. Hooray.)

    A coworker took pity on me and gave me a Claratyne, which worked wonders…. for a few hours. I still ended with a couple handfuls of wadded up used tissues (sorry) by the end of the day. I hate my body. If only they did tradeins on that kind of thing.

    Anyway, instead of buying Loratab (which according to this extremely reasonably-priced site is the same as Claratyne), I picked up a box of Lorfast. Will the gods of name-brand medicine rain down their displeasure on me? I sure hope not. They both contain 10mg of loratadine, so I’m guessing it does exactly the same thing.

    Cost: $24 for the tablets, eye drops and depilatory cream, which I’m giving a try after all your super helpful feedback – thanks!

    Today’s outfit (added a chocolate brown scarf afterwards):


    Yesterday’s outfit, which I basically wore variations of all weekend:


  • What if, what if…

    I mentioned the other day that I was worried about my job stability. And when I start to get worried about, well, anything, I tend to go overboard to compensate. Freaking out about lack of cashflow? I overload on mystery shopping assignments and waste far too much time looking at ads for casual/one off jobs.

    There may not be enough FT positions currently advertised for me to go all Rambo on, but I am applying for one role – basically coordinating publications across my university. As far as I can tell, it’s a permanent position, and though I’ve been putting off compiling my app, I’m at the stage where I just need to copy, paste and hit send.

    Now I’m starting to freak out. What if I get offered it? The position starts almost immediately, and I have a fairly long notice period (although I’m sure we could work something out). Can I do the job? What if it’s a bad move long term, because it’s a move slightly off the journalism path? Do I even want to take it? Should I just stay put, cross my fingers and hope for the best? As much as I love my workplace, as much as my manager might like me and want to see me shine, there certainly are no guarantees.

    I’m just going to press enter, and forget about the whole thing unless I hear anymore back from them.

  • The water-only method

    More miracles in the skin department!

    Sometime last week I ran out of face wash, and decided to try going a few days without it. I did not turn into an oil slick, as I KNOW I would have just a few months ago. I was a tiny bit oilier – around the nose and such – but my skin stayed relatively normal.

    Verdict: Water only won’t kill me – it might even be good for me. I’m definitely going back to using a cleanser, though – breakouts suck! What I will try next is only washing once a day.

    Today’s work outfit, taken in the bathroom at work for variety: