Goodbye 2012…

Whilst the rest of the world is preparing to celebrate the beginning of 2013, I am sitting at home alone, blogging, eating, drinking, gaming, cleaning…

It’s okay, it really is. I have become so accustomed to being by myself that being around others annoys me.

On a good note, 2013 is bringing in more rest and relaxation for us. 2 holidays booked, Bali in Feb and Pacific Island Cruise in April/May….if all goes well, WLS in July, and Paris in September….maybe a few diamonds as well?!

I also leave the year as my final year of 20-something…come mid January, I will be an official dirty 30 year old.

Hoping you all have an amazing end to 2012, and an amazing beginning to 2013. Maybe tomorrow I will take an opportunity to reflect a little more…:)



It’s the middle of December…

And I am sitting in my study writing a post for a discussion forum about the concept of intelligence fusion…it”s a uni thing…

Bit damn it is hot…there is the most god awful sound coming from the treetops…it is a consistent and never ending monotone that goes long throughout the day, until dusk starts to creep in and then the sound stops. I never noticed the sound before yesterday, but it is really getting on my nerves already.

Apart from that I just canned my first mason jar of plums and one of cherries. I found this local market/produce shop about 10 minutes away in another little semi rural town and I can literally buy the best tasting local produce at such a cheap price. I just bought a shopping trolley full of fruit and veg for $70…and I mean full. Apricots 1kg, plums 1kg, bananas, mangoes (case), cherries (5kg case), tomatoes 1kg, 2 bags of potatoes 2kgs, zucchini 1kg, rockmelon, green melon, one small sweet watermelon, 3 pineapples, 2 bags of carrots, 1 bag of oranges, apples (case), 2 bags of onions, cucumber and a bag of nectarines…..this will all be gone by the weekend. I’ve started eating a predominantly raw diet. After finding out I had a soy intolerance about a month ago I literally stopped eating anything and everything that had the ability to stay in the cupboard or for long periods, because there is soy in almost everything, and sometimes it isn’t even labelled as such.

Whilst I still eat cooked meals at night time, whether it be a roast or something like that, I literally eat fruit and vegies all day. I’m not going vegan or vegetarian or anything like that… but I like the concept of eating food as it is supposed to be. I never could stomach cooked or steamed vegies….I may as well eat chicken shit if I have to resort to that. Fresh, raw food has so much more flavour and nutrition, and it just makes me feel good. I haven’t noticed anything in terms of weightloss, but my aim is not weightloss and I am still weaning myself off things as I continue to introduce more and more raw foods to my diet. I don’t feel heavy or that I cannot digest my food. I have stopped feeling nauseous which I used to feel every single night before I started eating more raw foods and was even sometimes sick. I had other issues that started to develop and they have all since gone. My skin is clearer, my hair is thicker and stronger, and grows quicker….I NEVER feel nauseous anymore, and I go to the toilet regularly. I also don’t have that bloated gassy feeling in my stomach, my nails are stronger and grow more, I have more energy and stamina throughout the day without having to resort to a pick me up chocolate at 2 in the afternoon when I run out of energy, my feet don’t hurt and I eat less over dinner.

Overall, I am feeling better and really happy that a simple change has allowed me to see the benefits and continue with the change. I am now keen to start learning proper canning techniques, so I can take better advantage of some of these dirt cheap bulk buys at the produce market. Like today they had a 10kg box of roma tomatoes for $5….and I kept looking at them and looking at them for about 5 minutes thinking what I could do with them. Had I been prepared, I could’ve either prepared them in oil and sundried them or canned them whole and stored them for winter, considering that I cannot use any store bought pasta sauces and such, I am having to resort to making a lot of things myself from scratch. Thankfully, making this transition has been something I have been wanting to do for some time now, and this soy intolerance business has just pushed me along a little quicker and forced me to take action.

And apart from that the year is almost at a close and I feel as if I have done nothing, even though I have been busy all year round. Through a mixture of uni, work, and buying the house, this year has literally flown by. I’ve also been looking at applying for graduate programs now that uni is at an end, or well, close to it anyway. I love where work currently, but I am sick of my job. I was lucky they moved me out of the station after 2 mths because the girl whose position I am in is not allowed to work in a high stress environment anymore…so technically she is in my job and I am in her job, but I am glad I am not in my job because I would have lost my mind. The boredom is extraordinary…and I have been thinking, maybe it is because I expect more. I mean, most people would be glad in a cushy government job, not too much stress, really flexible work hours. I hate it. I even hate the job I am doing now. Don’t get me wrong, it’s an excellent job, great opportunity to learn new skills, meet lots of people. It is excellent for the resume because you work with everyone from a first year constable to the Superintendent of the District…you do everything from CIB/CPIU to District Office work, to correspondence and record management, DV data entry, prosecutions, traffic and even property, which I am learning now. You often have to work autonomously and without supervision, making decisions by yourself, managing the roster and leave for big crews, often with 4 or 5 teams in it, and as I said all this is excellent for the resume, but I am sick of it. I can do it with my eyes closed. I want to do what I have been training to do. I want to actually have my skills put to use. I feel so out of place amongst my work colleagues because without sounding vain, I am so much more educated than they are. We have nothing in common and I often feel as if I have to dumb myself down to have basic conversations with them. No-one is interested in the world around them, they rort the leave system, they don’t want to do any work…they don’t want to learn new skills, but they want to get paid at levels at least 2 above theirs for doing nothing. They are lazy, and uninterested. I feel like I could actually make an operational or significant contribution to my workplace and yet it is so hard to do anything now with these State Government budget cuts that for me to do anything where I am now is a minimum of 3 to 5 years. I don’t want to waste my time anymore on something that may or may not come about. I need to start chasing again, start making moves that will benefit me.

I certainly haven’t paid that much in tuition fees at postgrad level to waste it being an admin officer when I have the potential to be so much more.

So 2013 I think will be a year of transformation for me, in more ways than one. I have health issues that will hopefully be fixed next year, and a fair few graduate applications to submit to see if I can start being of use to myself and my country. I have hope, and drive, and patience. This will help me, this will drive me. I also tackle the new world of 30-tydom in the New Year, a trip to Perth, and hopefully trips to Bali/Fiji or Paris throughout the year to replenish my batteries. I’d like to consider a language course, French or German, and look at planning and working towards a PhD…maybe even looking at doing an MPhil for the research component, or finding a coursework PhD that would be suitable for my field of study. I’d like to creatively start a photography project, or write a book…….

So much to do, and only 365 days to it…

My inability to blog frequently…

One thing I loathe about my inability to keep a regular blog is that when I am in the mood to rant and rave and carry on, I’m often looking for ideas and blog posts to inspire me. On the other hand, if I was blogging regularly or taking note of significant events that had matters pertaining to an issue I was keen to talk about, I wouldn’t feel the need to be on the lookout for ideas.

That being said, I won’t have time to take that moment today…how ironic! But I’d like to use the opportunity to remind myself I really do have some things to say, and I need to take the time to do them more often.

Blogging with new media


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So, I am laying in my bed now with my new iPad resting on the bed head and my head scrunched over a pillow. I lay here with this amazing new media and this method of communication and think about the way globalization and the convergence of new media has infiltrated our lives.

Yes, I do this whilst laying warmly in my bed, while my laptop is busy downloading movies in a cold room…

How to evolve as a blogger?


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I haven’t been writing this blog that long, and what started out as one particular theme merged into another and now I have a mixed blog. It also feels somewhat better to write the more you get into it, and I like that you can analyse a particular topic or event in real time.

That being said, it’s almost very easy to evolve as a blogger if you allow yourself the freedom and creativity to do so. When I first started blogging I really had so much to say, but didn’t really know where to start. The thing is, blogging can be endless because our lives are so different. Initially I thought, my days are boring, I’ll have nothing to say. Then I moved from starting a blog about my WoW character which I found difficult to really get into without being like every other WoW blog out there, to moving into something where I can fragment and compartmentalise different situations I’m involved in.

Today for example, I had a really busy day at work, but what stood out was the actions of two people I work with and how much it infuriated me. I was sure I wanted to come home and rant all about it, but when that time came, I was partially over it, and thinking much more rationally.

I then thought about ranting about my stupid fire and why it took me 5 attempts to get it going and how I wished it was summer.

Further to that, I thought about adding my fail safe recipe for the most succulent and crunchy pork belly, but decided against it.

So then I got to thinking about what it is we do as bloggers and how we evolve. Many of my guildmates have revamped and revised their blogs to include other games they play and their general experiences in game. I also noticed more and more that I started to include things that were important to me, like food and health, or video clips that made me laugh.

It also gave me an avenue to talk about 50….oh 50; how you have altered my world!

So in saying that, I’d like to make a list of ways that YOU can evolve as a blogger:

  • Keep a notebook in your bag so that you are able to make notes of things you’d like to discuss when yo are out and about and think of a brilliant idea. Use OneNote to save clippings and news sites in an orderly way, collect images, quotes etc.
  • Develop an opinion about something that means something to you, and express it.
  • Be factual, informative and funny. Don’t plagiarise, provide adequate references and always source good quality reference material.
  • Be creative! Don’t limit your blogging to something everyone has done or is doing. The way to make your blog posts and blog stand out is by being different. Link your Pinterest or Twitter, so that people can follow you and you have another avenue of expression.
  • Take pictures of things while out and about, and write about them.
  • Start a project, or short writing series. (This can include image projects too)
  • Write properly, proof read, and don’t babble.
  • Review things
  • Set an achievable goal
  • Analyse things, like quotes, art, pictures, words, ideas or philosophies. You’ll be amazed at how your interpretation can differ from someone else’s.

So whilst I do advocate that we should all be passionate about something, and use it to express ourselves creatively or otherwise, it is important to remember that as life is fluid and transparent, so is blogging. And being able to keep up with the world around you can provide excellent sources of information and general knowledge that translates into awesome ways to blog!

Why I won’t have children…

This topic really gives me the shits.

Don’t get me wrong, for all those who love children and love having children and making families, that’s great, we need more people like you. We need people in the world who aren’t drug fucked alcohol induced or doing it for money to have children. Children need to feel loved at all times, and some of the current standards of child protection do nothing other tha exacerbate existing issues.

I really really despise being judged by people because I don’t want to have children.

You know what, without sounding crass, I’m not a breeder. I’m not one of those women who coo and swoon over a baby, I’m just not and never was. I am not interested in the concept of being pregnant nor of what occurs afterwards, It just isn’t me.

That being said, if it were to happen accidently I wouldn’t get rid of it. If God or heaven or the fates or whoever or whatever it is you believe in wills it so, then so be it. But believe me, I am not making any real effort to predispose myself to that.

I’m sorry if that offends people but I don’t see the point, mainly:

  • Because I have PCOS (Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome) and have had it since I started puberty. The lack of estrogen in my body and the mess it has made to my menstrual cycle, including the infertility, the imbalance on hormones, the increase in glucose (making me almost insulin resistant or similar to diabetic even though I am not) and all other side effects currently, and depending on how much damage has been done maybe indefinately mean I cannot have children.
  • I don’t have time, nor do I want to make time. I don’t want to be like every other stinking female. I don’t want to go and work in my job for 5 years before woops, I fell pregnant comes along and suddenly you’re at home being a mum. It doesn’t warm up to me, it doesn’t interest me. I didn’t study at uni for as long as I did to go and waste it on changing diapers. I want my life to be more than that, and whilst many women may feel empowered and whatever else for giving birth, well, good for you. It’s not for me. I want my brain to be used for things other than goo goo gaa gaa.
  • The world is too overpopulated and we are struggling with natural resources as it is. So many people are in poverty, even in Australia where basic necessities are being forgotten about. The cost of living is so expensive compared to what our incomes are – people are up to their earlobes in debt, and ‘grandparents’ have to work longer before retiring. I won’t contribute to the problem further, if that is my only way of helping, then so be it.
  • I recently had a weekend where my partners friends came, and they’ve got a 4 mth old. I was annoyed the entire time. The crying, and screaming, and stinky diapers, ok…it’s a baby and it doesn’t know and cannot look after itself. But the mother did nothing apart from talk about her baby, and whilst I understand and know that all mothers love their babies, why does the intelligent conversation go? It doesn’t even need to be intellient for fucks sake, just stop talking about your baby and talk about something else. I don’t really care and having to pretend I do is giving me a headache. Why is it that women become foreign entities once they’ve given birth? Having children doesn’t mean you need to lose who you are! How is this progression for women at all? It’s not, you’re just like every other woman on the planet…
  • My life was not put on this earth so I could just breed. I was conceived out of love yes, and I doubt my parents believe that they were put on this earth just to breed either. But I hate that mentality, which both my grandmother and aunty exhibit, “Oh, but who will you live for if you don’t have kids?”….I can’t believe this is even a question, but I answered, “myself.” So just because I choose not to have children that suddenly means my life is somewhat worthless? How? Just because you did nothing prominent with your life apart from be someone’s mother doesn’t mean I need to do it too. You loved it, great, I don’t. Now stop bugging me about it. It’s not that I expect to be some worldwide reknowned somebody, I don’t care about that. I want to do something that means something to me, not my aunty, or grandma or in laws, or even my parents or anyone else for that matter.
  • I don’t want any offspring I bring in to this world to experience it how it is right now. Gone are the days where kids were free – now they’re inhibited by many things, namely technology and sexual predators. I don’t want to battle a drugged up teenager, or lose a child due to bad driving habits, alcohol or drug abuse, or suicide and depression. I don’t want to love something more than life itself only for it to be taken from me however it may be. I just won’t. Maybe it’s fear, maybe I’m being selfish, but I won’t be willingly predisposing myself to that.

It just bothers me so much that it’s the expected or right thing to do. That notion of the perfect Australian nuclear family with 2.5 kids, a dog and a cat and a bird. I mean, you read these senseless articles about women’s lib and freedom and rights for women etc etc, and it’s all just way over the top, but then you think well hold on a minute, maybe if more women had ambition and wanted to do more with themselves maybe women’s rights would be different? I don’t know. I know some people will get all pissed off now and say, “But many women hold down careers and have families.” You know what, again, that’s great, and all praise to them, but they chose to live their lives that way. For me, I am going to choose something a little different.

Clafoutis – by Guillaume Brahimi


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I really love the rustic look of this dessert. I absolutely love French Food Safari on SBS and just want to eat my screen after watching an episode. This has to be one of my favorite looking desserts and I cannot wait to make it one day in the future.

Here is Guillaume Brahimi’s Clafoutis as seen on




120g almond meal 30g corn flour 200g caster sugar Pinch of salt 4 whole eggs 2 egg yolks 50ml cream 60g butter, melted, cooled to room temperature Butter, extra, to grease 28 cherries, pitted Vanilla bean ice-cream, to serve


Preheat oven to 170°C.
In a bowl, combine the almond meal, corn flour, caster sugar and salt.
In a separate bowl, whisk together the eggs and egg yolks. Gradually add the cream and butter, whisking consistently.
Gradually add the almond mixture, whisking consistently until combined. Transfer to a jug.
Lightly grease a 4 x 12.5cm tart moulds with butter, and arrange on a tray. Divide the cherries evenly among the moulds.
Transfer the tray to the preheated oven. Pour in the clafoutis mixture.
Bake for 10 minutes or until a knife inserted into the centre comes out clean.
Set aside to cool slightly. Dust with icing sugar and serve with vanilla bean ice-cream