It was a day like any other. I was still in Bali trying to do as little as humanly possible while continuing to justify my proclamations of being a writer; the only thing giving my drinking any semblance of legitimacy. Sometimes, like right now, it doesn’t come quite as easily as I wish it did.
I’m not sure if this is because I’m not a very talented writer or because I tend to get distracted by, well, everything. Loud noises, fast movement, beer, shiny things, all seem to want to drag me away from my SERIOUS WRITER BUSINESS.
Continue reading “I Spy With My Little Eye, Something Beginning With “D””
I just finished re-watching The Little Mermaid for the first time in years and was struck by something I never noticed as a child.
I never realised that even though the whole plot is set into motion by Ariel’s stupid/immature/rash actions, she doesn’t have to learn anything to get her inevitable happy ending.
Continue reading “The Little Enabled/Narcissistic Mermaid.”
The painful discovery of missing person Jill Meagher’s body has awoken a wide variety of emotions in people all across the country; as such I’ve seen a lot of people use facebook/twitter/news forums/IRL to share their feelings about the horribly distressing conclusion to the Jill Meagher disappearance.
For those unaware of the crime I’m about to discuss, Jill Meagher disappeared while walking home from a night out with friends in Melbourne, Australia. This link provides an outline of the crime to this point. I’m going to attempt to express my feelings about this in my usual poorly structured and rambling way. These are simply my thoughts and I mean not to offend.
For me, this incident stirs up many different thoughts about many different facets of the event.
Continue reading “The Way of the World?”
Dance little girl, dance.
Dance to be adored.
Dance to make them love you.
To fill the void, to feel real.
Dance jewellery box ballerina.
Continue reading “Dance Little Girl, Dance.”
Whist travelling one tends to meet many different people. Many different interesting people. I find this is to be especially true when travelling alone. For me it’s one of the main reasons I flee the mundane repetition of my everyday life and seek alternate horizons/experiences.
Luckily, I’ve been blessed to meet so many epic randoms in my travels: Connor the Highlander; with his Irish drinking powers, Elliot the Brit; master of the wry observation, Kara; German house frau supreme, Agung; The Balinese bar god of mischief, Miss Dynamite; the savvy Canadian volunteer, Reggie; the Rastafarian Jesus from Holland, Oni; the most beautiful waitress in all of Indonesia.
All amazing people that have, in one way or another, left a lasting impression on me.
Occasionally you meet someone who is not very interesting at all; at least not to anyone other than themselves. I met someone like this today.
Continue reading “Jason and The Arguments.”
Here I am sitting in a quiet Balinese warung enjoying a few quiet beers, for a change, when in walk a quartet of pretty young Australian girls and sit directly opposite me like some kind of hyper excitable, reality show judging panel. I honestly kept waiting for them debate my merits amongst themselves…
“Hm, I’m not sure. What do you think?”
“Too odd, too retro. “
“Grunge died 15 years ago. Can’t see you selling, sorry dawg.”
Or something equally truthful and brutal.
From left to right the roll call went like this:
Continue reading “The Sisterhood of the Travelling Angst.”
Every day the same old man attempts to sell me, and anyone else who falls into his pleading buy trap, the same product. And every day he fails to sell his less than indispensable merchandise.
The old man in question has a weary, weathered face befitting his age. He looks at least 80 though he could easily be closer to 142. I’ve always had difficulties accurately gauging a person’s age, females in particular, this has lead to many “interesting” situations.
Continue reading “Ignoreland.”