New Year, New Life…

But not really.

While many things are going to stay the same, many will change. In 39 days, I leave most of what has been my life up until this point behind. I’m leaving a large chunk of me behind – and that’s kind of part of the plan.

I decided not to make news years resolutions this year (because I’ve never really made any before, let alone kept the ones I have made), and resolutions seem pointless when you’re uprooting your life and going on a massive adventure. I suppose one resolution, if I were to have one – would be to stay positive this year, to not let this year get the better of me and keep my head above the water and be grateful for all the opportunities that are now before me.

In order to help me attempt to achieve this, I have invested in a happiness journal. While I don’t feel that this is a replacement in any way for actual happiness, I know that I need to work on finding and keeping my happiness present – and this journal is a year long project that I hope will help me figure out just what it is that makes me happy, how to hold onto those happy feelings when I get stressed or angry, and also teach me some things about myself I may not have known up to this point.


The journal consists of 12 sections, one for each month (or however you choose to work through them). With this as my ammunition, I am determined that 2013 is going to be one hellova great year.

P.s. Watch my reviews page for my upcoming review of The Hobbit.


Sometimes a colour can perfectly sum up how you feel.

For example – you may feel blue when you’re a bit down, or completely green with envy. Grey like a raincloud when you’re a bit washed out or the flourishing yellow of friendship in good company.

But there is one colour, that upon feeling it can entail so many emotions.


While there are two main emotions that this colour portrays – Anger and Passion – there is a cacophony  of emotions that compliment one or other of these. And I think red best suits how I feel at this moment in time. Red symbolizes energy, war, danger, vigor, willpower, rage, anger, leadership, courage, longing, malice, wrath, strength and determination, as well as joy, sexuality, passion, sensitivity, desire, and love. Many of which are intertwined and present in my life at the moment. Both in regard to uprooting myself and moving overseas, as well as work-life, and romantic prospects.

So on that note, I think that red is the appropriate feeling for me today.

Things to buy a fussy-semi-hipster-chick for Christmas before she moves overseas…

So I have no idea what I want for Christmas this year, seeing as I got my amazing EoS M Camera for my birthday last week. So I thought I would jump online and do some online shopping for  myself and compile my ideas here. Just ’cause.



A Photo journal is the perfect sidekick for a photo enthusiast when travelling, it allows for a visual record of adventures, trips and general shennaigans to be kept in a cute, tidy hardcover layout.



For someone who loves reading and is travelling, an e-reader (though I am kind of against them and much prefer to have a solid book in my hands at most times) is the perfect solution to reading on the go. Store thousands of books with two months battery life? Sounds good to me. 



These crumple maps are perfect for travelers who want something easier to access without racking up a ridiculous amount in data roaming fees.

5. A NICE CAMERA CASE from eBay  (Which I may have already bought myself)

camera case

Just having got my new Camera for my birthday, a nice, cute case for it would be the perfect follow-up christmas gift!

6. A VOUCHER FOR A MASSAGE from Red Balloon

Woman at a Spa

A massage voucher is great, because it can be used at anytime, at your convenience, and lets face it – who doesn’t want to drop everything and be pampered once in a while?

7. Ed Sheeran’s ‘+’ Deluxe CD from JB HIFI


This is just a great album. Enough said.



Because when you’re travelling to a city where temperatures reach below 1°C you need a good winter Jacket – let’s face it.



Hunter are one of the best known gumboot companies in the world, and the quality of their boots speak for themselves. You can even buy Hunter Wellington socks to fit snuggly inside and add some pizzaz to your wellies! These are going to be a must over in the UK, particularly living in London – one of the rainiest cities in the world! (A good umbrella wouldn’t hurt either!)
N.B. This list is subject to change before December 25th, 2012.


Fitting my life into a 30kg Suitcase…

So I really need to start packing things up around here. 28 years of accumulated hoarding means I have way too much stuff and no way to move it. I mean, moving house is one thing, but moving to another country with a check-in luggage limit is something completely different.

I need to be ruthless, I need to be completely harsh and honest with myself in regard to what I’ll need and what I wont need. I know there are so many things that I want to take with me, things with sentimental value and things that were gifts, or collectables, or bought on trips. But I literally can’t take them all with me, as much as I’d like to have them all in my place once I get set up over there. So, how do you decide what to leave behind?

I think there are some pretty obvious ones, but there are some things I’m struggling with. For example – anything I can buy over there, I will obviously leave behind, i.e. My Xbox and Playstation. I don’t really use my play station anymore, but my Xbox is my baby. It has over 10 years of my gaming life on it and while I haven’t had this particular model for long, it’s going to suck to leave it beind – solution? Take out the hard drive? Maybe. Or just back it all up so I can buy a new one over there and copy everything over. Problem solved.

I guess it’s things like books, DVDs, Blu Rays and collectables that are causing me the most concern. These things are a big part of my expression of who I am, and I don’t really want to give them all away or even sell them. But the DVDs are a given – they wont even play over there because it’s a different region. The Blu Rays, however, will play, and my collection of them isn’ that huge, so I’m considering them – but where do you draw the line? This is my dilemma.

My Books are the biggest issue. I have so many and given the choice, would take them all in a heartbeat. But they are simply too heavy. I could ship some, but how much money am I really willing to throw at getting something over there that would probably be cheaper to replace? *sigh*

30kg is not a lot, regardless of how big your suitcase is. But I guess what this really is, is a chance to make an honest fresh start. Here goes!

Toki Doki


Sometimes things work. Sometimes they don’t. Sometimes you would kill not to let them go and other times you almost slice flesh with blunt scissors trying to cut ties.

I don’t know what’s coming or going anymore. All I know is that a lot of it sucks. And some of it is amazingly brilliant. And all of it is illuminated now.

Dream Sequence

How I ended up in the building, or why I was there were unknown to me, but when they started throwing explosives into the rooms one by one, I knew I had to do something. Shell was in there. I could see her, leaning against the window, looking out over the vast city below.

Most business buildings follow the common layout of small closed in cubicles and corner offices with locked doors, but this particular office skyscraper had a wonderfully open layout. There virtually weren’t any walls in the place – it was all glass. You could see into every room, every office. And there was Shell, standing in the corner office, her satin dressing gown falling lamely from her shoulder, her long black hair cascading down her back, staring out over civilization.

Screaming at her seemed to make no difference, these walls were sound proof. I watched in horror as the explosions came closer and closer. And then she was gone. Hidden behind a veil of smoke. I was thrown backwards into the ground, the dust covered, glass covered ground. But the blast of fire didn’t come.

When the smoke and dust cleared enough for me to look up, I saw her, still standing, looking out at us, her back to the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city. And that’s when it happened.

Dozens of pigeons smashed through the glass, showering Shell with glittering shards. And then she was gone, stolen, ripped from the building by dozens of sharp, angry beaks. Her eyes remained blank, staring at us as the birds tore her open, and ate her from the inside out, carrying her away.