March 30, 2010

i ♥ op-shopping


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I LOVE it. About two thirds of my wardrobe is second-hand - but I'm not someone who can't afford decent clothing. I prefer to scour the colourful racks of musty clothing to find a treasure. For those who do not op-shop would be surprised at the individuality found at Salvo's. I think all my dresses are from various second hand stores, and I have never seen an identical. This is why I op-shop. I completely loathe having anything the same as someone, especially clothes. I am one who likes to be different and unique, so if I see someone with anything the same as myself I feel stripped of my individualization.

The variety is immense in op-shops. I'm not saying that everything in second hand stores is nice or would look good, because some of it is just plain unhygienic. But some are rather lovely. There are pretty patterns and designs never thought imaginable, details that capture my eyes and colour that I want to take home. This is the point of op-shopping; finding unique clothing. I personally find that all the (new clothes) shops in town have the most boring and uninspiring clothes around, so I don't really have a choice not to op-shop. My favourite things to purchase from an op-shop are dresses, vests, skirts and some nice tops. I say strictly no shoes, bathers and God forbid underwear.

You cannot simply walk into an op-shop and expect to find something decent automatically. There is a searching through every single rack of clothing that must take place. Op-shopping is a skill. One that I think (and hope!) I have mastered. My current favourite of op-shoppy goodness is a red and purple and orange check/tartan/gingham dress. When purchased, it grazed my ankles and elbows and made me look like an Exclusive Brethren. With a quick hem and sew with the help of my mother it looked as good as new. So for those of you who believe op-shopping to be gross or irrelevant, I dare you to go and try it. You'll be surprised.

March 23, 2010

if you can dodge a wrench

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you can dodge a ball.

Dodgeball = fantastic movie. It’s humorous; it has a good story line and makes the game of dodgeball look positively exciting. Even I, someone who loathes basically every sport, wants to play it and be a part of it when I watch it.

In Grade Six our teacher would take us to the multi-purpose room, we'd split into teams of six and chuck balls at one another. It was great fun and probably the only thing the class would request whenever we were given free time. But entry into high school saw the dodgeball fad fade in the slightest. Almost every sport lesson would include a dodgeball game at the start, but the teams of six had rapidly changed into teams of 25. The rules have been altered and now include extras such as skittles, fit balls and a new aim to hit the basketball backboard.

Four years later and dodgeball has now been added to my loathe list of sport. I don't enjoying playing it and purposely try to be hit so I can go to 'jail'. Teams no longer work as teams, and the un-jocks of the class just hang on the edges of the court/field/whatever you want to call it. If the idea of dodgeball is suggested at the beginning of a sport lesson a groan will arise from my throat, much to disbelieving looks of those who actually enjoy it. Which seems to be everyone.

So I say, what happened to good, classic old-fashioned dodgeball? Bring it back, PE teachers of the world, play it the REAL way, which is clearly illustrated in the film. None of this other nonsense. I might actually enjoy it then.


March 21, 2010

childhood vocabularly

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I think children have the ability to say the funniest things around. I have a part time job as a party host at a children's indoor playground, and I hear the cutest remarks. Today I was playing pass the parcel with a bunch of four year olds and one girl said to me while looking at the parcel, "Why do the lollipops live in there?" The imagination that comes out of a kid's brain is amazing. They should really be the ones writing books and creating masterpieces - they have the greatest ideas. I wonder what the girl had been thinking.. were their little houses for all the lollipops inside the newspaper? Every weekend I hear funny little words pop out of little mouths and I chuckle to myself.

I was like that too apparently. When I was little, "oushed" meant finished "smashed potato" was of course mash, and cocktail frankfurts were christened, "hot wheel tanks". Perhaps my most shining moment of youthful vocabularly was the de-sex incident. One day in class, I'm presuming it was around Prep age, the teacher was explaining about getting our pets spayed. Why she was teaching this, I have no idea! Once she'd explained about it, I proceeded to tell the whole class that "MY MUM HAD THAT DONE BUT SHE DOESN'T HAVE A TATTOO IN HER EAR". Beware, that as a child I did not have the quietest speaking voice. I'm still the same. Anyway, this um, well, revelation became known to all the other mothers who then proceeded to give my mother odd looks and snigger behind her back for the following week.

Some kids would make the best comedians. In one isssue of frankie last year, they had an article titled "kids these days: the class of 2009" where they interviewed different kids. One boy was asked who Barack Obama was and he replied with, "Isn't he a terrorist? He sounds like a terrorist!" Classic. Even better: once my brother yelled out across the supermarket to Mum, "Does Batman have a penis?" Boy, has my mum copped a lot of embarrassment from our talk.

What were your classic child sayings?

March 19, 2010

a noisy popcorn eater

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The other night I went to the cinemas to see The Blind Side. I was settled down in my red seat, warm socks adorned and ready for some quality viewing. It was okay during the previews, (do they REALLY need a fourth Shrek movie?), but as the movie prepared to introduce us to the characters, the crunch crunch crunch began. A man sitting behind us, who was with whom I presumed to be his wife and another couple, obviously had a great fondness for eating popcorn at a rapid rate with his mouth open. If you have never come across this, I warn you, it is loud. I know popcorn is not necessarily a quiet food, but this man ate with such a gusto I have never heard before.

Yes, I understand that everyone all over the cinema was crunching on some buttery corn, but this man also decided to talk at the same time. THROUGH THE WHOLE MOVIE. Not just the odd remark, he and his companions were talking about things that were not even relevant to the film. And they weren’t whispering. So Mum and I put up with this for a wee while, turning around to give them our dirtiest looks a few times. The Blind Side was an excellent movie, with quite a few humorous remarks, which you know, people laugh at. But this man had a very raucous, loud and long laugh. So long in fact that you’d miss the next part of the movie cos he’d still be recovering.

Frankly, he was the most annoying person to have sit behind you in a cinema, or at a play or performance, or wherever it’s supposed to be quiet. So you know, we’d had enough of his noise, so we strategically moved so we didn’t have to put up with it. Mum left first and waited up the back and I followed a few minutes later, trying to make it look like a mid-movie toilet visit. Then we moved down the left aisle and found an empty space. It’s funny really, as much as I found that man rude, I didn’t like to appear rude myself by moving because of him. I’m just like that.

 Before you jump at the chance to call me hypocritical, I myself do not eat popcorn at the cinemas, or anywhere really. Not my cup of tea. The movie was great. Well apart from the boring football scenes, but that’s just me.  I enjoyed it once we’d escaped the racket, even though I could still hear him laughing, ten rows away. I’m just glad I’m not related to him.

March 16, 2010

book or movie?


Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Book written by J.K Rowling/ Film Directed by Alfonso Cauron

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For any mad fan of the Harry Potter books, like myself, watching the movies can be like having sand in your eye. Quite irritating. Although, the third movie in this much loved series is not so bad. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban follows Harry and his friends through their third year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Up to their usual mischief, they meet "murderer" Sirius Black, visit Hogsmeade village and save a Hippogriff. Particular details are missed out, such as the date when Harry receives the Firebolt broomstick, the third year exams and the revelation that the Maruaders Map was written by Harry's father.

Perhaps one of the largest plot mishaps in the film was the subsidization of the argument between Hermione and Ron. The book tells us that Ron was annoyed at Hermione because he thought her cat ate his rat. And as ridiculous as this sounds, it was what happened. This fight escalated and lasted for what seemed eternity, with Hermione talking to neither Ron nor Harry. This only existed in the film for about five minutes. For those of you who are unaware of the extensive Ministry of Magic rules, it is forbidden for any wizard under age (which is 17) to use magic outside of school. Although, at the start of the movie, when Harry was at his Aunt and Uncles, he clearly used his wand to read in the dark. This is completely illegal.

It is the forgotten detail like this that makes the book far superior to the film. I believe Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban to be the best film adaption of the six created so far. This just goes to prove that the different play writers and directors of all the films had no respect for J.K Rowling’s magnificent detail. Or just not the time to fit it in a two hour feature film.