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I found this picture on my laptop of my aunt's dog Gwen when I was holiday in Vietnam. She gets dressed up in fancy outfits, has her nails painted, gets carried around in a fashionable bag to expensive restaurants and is a highly picky eater. She kindly managed to pose for me under the Christmas tree for this photo. Really she has it all. It's a dog's life.

Sandra

This is why I hate Spring and hayfever.



Jenny

This is an important announcement. Rapist on the loose.
Hide yo kids, hide yo wife and hide yo husband 'cuz they're rapin errbody out here.

Watch This.

Then Watch This.

Antoine Dodson - Bed Intruder Song (feat. Kelly Dodson)

Run and tell that homeboy.

I am downloading Jay Z albums right now. I never thought this day would come, yeah boy! (This is what happens when you should be studying #232, take up a Popular Music class and play too much DJ Hero scratching to Grandmaster Flash). I've always had a odd relationship with hip-hop/rap but I think Nicki Minaj is my new found hero.

I'm going to lock myself in the library until I get all my work done because I get so distracted easily wishing the holidays will come sooner.

Sandra

The Lucksmiths - There Is A Boy That Never Goes Out It was this time exactly a year ago that The Lucksmiths played their final Sydney show before they called it a day. Waiting in that line in the cold outside The Factory Theatre as rain sprinkled lightly over our heads. This song was one of the last songs on their setlist that night and apart from the Smiths wordplay, the lyrics captures nicely how this winter has been; fa-fa-freezing!

And to make comment on last night's election. I was at an election themed birthday party watching the results unfold until 2am and it was still undecided. In a way I'm glad it was a hung parliament, because I don't think there was truly a deserving winner. I don't know about you but Harry Potter comparisons to MPs are uncanny.

EDIT: I think this place needs a new look but I'm too lazy. I realise the font is far too small and I kind of have to squint. O.o

Sandra

To be honest, I had almost forgotten about this blog and the password for it. There's a handful of blogs out there which suffer the same feat. We have been all slaving away to the tertiary education system for the past year and a half and well, I'm really exhausted. Nevertheless, I should maintain some consistency by posting again.
Hellooooo world wide web! I know how much you miss CATS! of all colours and sizes!

Jenny mentioned about turning twenty this year, which frightens me a great deal that my turn will be in just two weeks. I don't know if it'll make me instantly grow unwanted grey hairs or make me more prone to complaining about young people these days, but I'm sure its some sort of rite of passage we all eventually arrive at some stage. Although it's not my turn just yet, this teenager could use a retired life of afternoon naps and cryptic crosswords.



PS: Please don't vote for Tony Abbott at the polls this coming election.
We don't want misogynistic cat haters to rule our scratching posts.

I'm really concerned that he might just win. He is a conservative nut with no prospects to change the country's future. More importantly, we'll be doomed. Here are 10 reasons why you shouldn't vote for this incompetent and irresponsible sexist creep.

Sandra