Lushing into it.

Every time I walk by the Lush store, I get a migraine.

Never one for perfumes or scented products, the shop was potpourri hell, only 20 times worst.

I would sidle up to the opposite wall and quicken my pace, huddled with my nose safely buried in my probably bacteria infested sleeve.

And then Buffy the Backside slayer came along.

I walked in, came out of the shop AUD$26 poorer but emerged from the shower as Kristin Kreuk (Because Buffy is life changing).

While Buffy, big or small, might not look very sexy and in fact resembles a chunk of margarine, it smells beautiful (contains Cocoa and Shea Butter, Lavender and Lemon Oil among other things), moisturises as it should, makes my scaly skin baby soft, and is fussy boyfriend approved.


It takes a bit of figuring out how best to use Buffy though: should I hold it like a rock that I would use to smash someone on the head with, or should I slice it like ham? I did the former and it worked out fine.

Lush website says 90g small Buffy (AUD$15.95) should last two to three showers, which means its about five bucks per use, which is really quite steep. I would suggest to keep it somewhere dry, wet yourself, grab Buffy, give your bits a scrub then keep it out of water's way. That way, you don't lose precious Buffy to the evil drain lord.

Buffy contains ground rice, almonds and aduki beans and is really quite rough, which I love because I like the idea that bumps and dead skin cells are being scraped away. This however might not suit those who're just looking for a tickle.

All in all, I feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel pretty, and witty, and gay! And I pity, anybody who isn't me today!

Catalogues are evil.

Brace yourselves, I'm getting sentimental.

Christmas and I, it's a love-hate-love relationship.

I love the cheesiness of it all, I hate that it reminds me that I am not with family, and in some twisted Freudian way, I love that I hate yet love it.

It all started with the Christmas catalogues I've been hording - Westfield Centre, David Jones, Myers, Queen Victoria's Building - I love looking at Christmas packages and would be one of those suckers advertising companies are targeting.

I started getting Christmas tunes in my head. First it was Jingle Bell Rock, then it was Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.

Then I start humming them out loud, which lead to wondering about the carolers back home, and the hymns that my church's choir will choose to sing this year. Hopefully, they'll sing Away in a Manger at least once. It's my mom's favourite.

Our family usually attends mass on Christmas day itself where us kids are dragged out of bed, year on year, at six in the morning to attend the 7.30am mass.

When the ordeal ends about 9.30am, we drive home to pick dad (who, when I was nine or so, told me that he believed in dinosaurs, not God) up for breakfast.

Then we go home, and mom whips out her camera and starts sticking it into everyone's face while we open our gifts, all the while taunting us as if we were monkeys at the zoo.

*Waves at everyone*

"Look here, Kevin, look here! Kim, look here! Lisa! Lisa! Jon, aiyah don't pretend to be cool. Faster! Smile!"

Dad, nonchalant as always, would ask what the present he had just opened is, even when it's obvious he's holding a pair of new leather shoes, or a new shirt. Because there's really nothing we can get for the man who has everything.

And then we gather to take the obligatory Christmas family picture, in front of the same tree, which is placed in the same spot, year on year, with the worn out angel next to the new star we bought just a few years ago.




I want to go home :(

Stylish Grooming

You can see Panda the dog in the mirror, sulking because we're not paying attention to her.

Turtle likes to come into our room every now and then to do her licky-licky self thing. It's the pussycat version of this:



Except that the people aren't licking themselves. Which would be disturbing.

Cats: The Musical is disturbing.

Pushing through

One final article to submit this Friday then I'm done for the semester.

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayy.

Endless days of vegetation, here I come!


P/S I bought the bag :P Went to Paddy's to have a look but didn't see any that I liked (all looked like Gucci copies). LC - couldn't wait till I got a chance to go to the markets you mentioned, this bag sold out in Oz within a week of getting stock. I was lucky that we got extras so I bought it.

Christmas goods are going to kill my savings. :P