The late revival of an earlier resolution...

On the 31st of December, I made to myself a resolution, to be good and finally get fit; essentially the typical for the vast majority of women. My exact resolution was that I, from the 1st, should not be allowed to consume any chips, chocolate, cake, cookies, ice cream, lollies, deep fried foods or anything else generally fat making. Whilst I have for the last few years unofficially banned myself from having most of the aforementioned contraband (with the exception of lollies for which I have long held a particular weakness), I have found that with my newly acquired idle hours, and before that the stress of the HSC, I have become some what laxed and, often under the influence of my naturally slim friends *brandish fist*, I have been tempted to indulge.
Now however I intended to renew my resolution. Starting February 1st, I shall no longer consume any of the aforementioned  contraband nor should I allow myself to over eat out of what, in retrospect, I can only assume is sheer bored or stress. It is my further intention to exercise more often, continuing to attend yoga and go to the gym as well as at least 30mins of exercise at home per day be it by working through yoga exercise or going for walks.
I have for several years played the role of the typical angsty teen with all the usual insecurity and self loathing though in my case it is sincere; something I attempt to conceal or at least not mention rather than a ploy for attention. I have endured my mother and close confidants, who are aware of my opinion of myself, as they have attempted to convince me that I am not fat. I acknowledge the logic that, being a (Australian) size 8-10 with a BMI of 23,  I can't be as large as I seem to think I am but the fact of the matter is I cannot escape the firm conviction that I am fat. These are my honest feelings on the matter and I am in a way glad to have finally come out and said it; if only on an my sad little blog which no one ever reads. I have seen the photographic proof; I can see it every time I look at myself and in my very presence around my friends or alone in my room I am painfully aware that fact. This is why, after my cutting down of contraband and trying to make lighter choices has failed, I am going to get strict and set myself a goal.
Currently I weigh roughly 66kg. My original goal was 10kg, taking me to a weight of 56kg and BMI of 20 (still within the healthy range) but I have been persuaded that this is a little excessive, so instead my goal for the year ahead is to get down to 60kg giving a BMI of 21. Not to worry I will go about this in the healthiest possible manner and such a goal would still keep me with in the healthy BMI range.

Now, having thoroughly bored you all with my self obsessed whining, I shall bid you good night and leave you to enjoy this rather useful health tip....

To avoid harmful prions, do NOT eat brains.

Misfits...

Watch it, its good.

The Stegosaurus Project...

I have recently undertaken the task of producing, on mass, minute origami stegosauri for my upcoming endeavor hereafter to be known as, the Stegosaurus Project. Inspired in part by Blade Runner and Amelie my intention is to infuse the street of Sydney, and any where ever else I might venture, with a little more whimsy and absurdity through the appearance of these tiny paper creatures. I further intend to post pictures of the most magnificently situated on this here blog in hopes of tracking the migratory patterns of these little beasts.

The initial goal of this project is to produce and disperse 1000 stegosauri; placing them in crevices, on ledges and shelves a eye level. With the assistance of my dear friend Georgia they have already to some extent infiltrated New York City, the photo above taken in the NY subway. Phase 2, when I come to it, involves refining the design and the production of metal stegosauri. Until then, keep watching; they will be out there.

Black Swan...

Beautiful, susspensful, curious and at times disturbing. Oh how I greatly enjoyed it.

One question though...Who did she have sex with?

Hayao Miyazaki i salute you...

Having spent the afternoon lounging in my room making origami stegasarus' and watching a newly acquired copy of Spirited Away (This one in English to supplement the Japanese DVD which was gifted to me by an Japanese student many years ago) I have once again been enchanted by the cinematic master that is Hayao Miyazaki. Rarely will one encounter films of such caliber as those of Miyazaki's with their beautiful imagery, quirky plot lines and at times seeming absurdity, all the while infused with the elegance and whimsy of Japanese culture. Spirited Away, Howl's Moving Castle, My Neighbour Totoro and most recently Ponyo are all highly ranked amongst my favorite films and can not help but long, when I watch them, to slip beyond the screen into their finely constructed worlds of enchantment and impossibility. So enraptured am with my afternoons viewing I that I found it impossible to drift off to sleep without dwelling upon them here. 

Now to all a good night. 

The truth about Marat...

Hark a vagrant, how you enlighten us all. I have found myself some what facinated with the history of Marat and Corday after studying Jacques-Louis David's 1793 oil on canvas The Death of Marat in year 10 and preforming in a production of The Persecution and Assassination of Jean-Paul Marat as Performed by the Inmates of the Asylum of Charenton Under the Direction of the Marquis de Sade in year 11. I partclarly enjoyed the rubber ducky in this depiction.

An Effective Way To Waste Ones Day

Oh the joys of the OP shops and their bounty of forgotten video tapes. I recently spent a morning trawling through the local ST Vinnies, Salvos and Bannados in search discarded videos and magazines and although I failed to obtain any of the usual Vouges or Harpers, the racks picked clean by more successful scavengers, I did come away with 14 tapes all for only $5. Whilst there is undoubtedly a plethora of straight to video films and box office failures, I have in my various expeditions come away with a wealth of entertaining films as yet unknown to me or forgotten in my younger year. It was in this manner that I came across some of my current favourites, (The Royal Tennanbalms, Trainspotting and Amelie, amongst others) and surmounted an impressive library of so bad it is good 90's sifi, horrors and slasher flicks, childhood favourites, 80's chick flicks, teen movies and cult classics. Hours of inexpensive entertainment and today's object of distraction.

A Thought...

A.A. Milne

An Introduction...

Greetings. My name is Nicola, this is my blog and that is all.

And So It Begins...