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Autopsy Jude is a scientist by day, cool-as cyborg leopard by night, and a camera wielder by every other time.

Summoned from Melbourne, Australia, this 23 year old social fail is increasingly worried about growing up.

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Wednesday, April 28, 2010 at

Catch ups and growing up

Over the weekend, I had a chance to catch up with an ex-classmate and my ex-teacher, on seperate occations of course;

Aaron (ex-classmate) left our Secondary class in Deyi with his family to Brisbane in 2003, with a bound photocopy off a chapter of a Christian book, preaching about the evils of wiccan and witchcraft. (He wanted to deter me off them after he saw me reading a book about such materials a couple of days before his departure)


Mr. Howard, who taught me when I was studying in Malaysia. I remember my class mates and I chipping in to buy a large white teddy bear of a high degree of furryness for his birthday. He told us he collected teddy bears, and his moniker was something teddy related.

Both have changed so much, only physically, but it still hints at vast amount of changes time can bring.

Naturally, we'd reminiscence, and talk about how things were so much different when we were younger; 3 to 8 years ago.

Sitting at Yoyogi's (A Japanese restaurant in the wonderful city of Melbourne, and yes, I was there BOTH times) I realise that I have come to that age where at 13 I thought was the start of responsibility-burdened adulthood.

I assumed once people reached 18 they'd immediately start thinking about graduating from the big U, at the finish line of puberty and the peak of their youth. I thought everyone from 18-21 was beautiful. Any one older than that is already a grandparent. In fact, if I didn't know my friend's ages, I still would. The funny thing is, I don't feel much different than when I was when I was 13, or 15 or 17. I have the same hair, I like the same things, I still have the same goal in life. I don't feel like what I feel a 20 year old should be. There wasn't that sudden change. I feel my age grew up faster than my mind.

But the good thing is, I'm pretty sure everyone in my generation has the same difference in rate of numerical and emotional growth.

Its like what they predicted about generation Y: We're too reluctant to grow up.


Tuesday, April 27, 2010 at

Easter chocolates still haunting us

Our easter chocolate stash, which, for your information, still exists in some percentage. Matt and I have been dilligently chipping away, the creme eggs are our most formidable enemies (just mine actually)

So I leave the solid eggs to the high metabolism of Matt while I massacre the crunchie and dream bunnies. Cherry ripe eggs are for Matt too.

Its all an elaborate scheme you see.


Wednesday, April 21, 2010 at

Op Shopping

Look what I scored at the Salvation army for 6 bucks babyyyyy!!!

Lace Jacket (I had to cut little holes in the back to thread a ribbon through to give it a bit of life. Not sure if that was a good thing.)
High Waisted Skinny Jeans ( I've been searching for an affordable one for agezzz)

Some people (not all) think that once you step into an opshop, you'll find vintage treasures that are worth heaps more than what they're sold for. Either that, or you'll immediately be deemed as 'fashionable' because they're wearing 'vintage' clothes.

But really, Op shops are hard, hard work. You literally have to sieve through EVERYTHING to find something worth the price.

I'd say I've been pretty lucky when it comes to opshops (often they have massive discounts on already dirt cheap stuff), but almost all of my best opshop purchases have taken place within small 2nd hand stores in suburban areas. None of this Savers shit. Savers is way too big for me to go through rack after rack before I have to rush to the toilet to pee. (I'm very sure there are exceptions! Rarely for clothes however.)

Tips for op shopping
1. Expect to spend at least an hour for every 6-10 racks of clothes.
2. Probably not be afraid of scabies. (Just wash your 'new' clothes)
3. GO THROUGH ALL THE CLOTHES. like. seriously.
4. You'll probably have more luck at the local opshop. Them high end recycle stores are awesome and all, but I ain't paying that much for a worn item of clothing. Unless of course I knew the value of it and it was being sold at a much cheaper price.
5. Be prepared to alter your garment after purchase.

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Thursday, April 15, 2010 at

What I sometimes wear.

Topshop checkered blazer
Bordello Heels ( I love themmmm)
Leopard Print Tank

Just like what Tim tells me: Everytime I see you next, you always seem to have more and more leopard print on you.


Wednesday, April 14, 2010 at

Sydney Road Music Festival

Sydney Road Music Festival
Chinon film camera, courtesy of Matt's Dad


Friday, April 9, 2010 at

Use Somebody Cover

Use Somebody Cover by Autopsy Jude and Matthew Doolan


Thursday, April 8, 2010 at

Extremely Practical Presents.

My granddad recently gave me a self sharpening pair of scissors, claiming it would be as useful as he found his, which was given to him by his late wife.

I'm excited on how this baby will serve me because my granddad has a knack of giving me pretty darn useful items.

On my 18th birthday, and because I was just starting Uni, my granddad bought me a black and white laser printer. I cannot even try to start explaining to you how useful a working printer is that is not going to constantly run out of ink ever half a month for uni (OK I know I'm exaggerating)

It is extremely efficient and I haven't had to change the (albeit expensive) toner cartridge since I got it.

Another beast to add to my list of Extremely Practical Presents: My first ever camera my Dad gave me when I was 15. I can't really imagine what kind of hobby I would have fallen victim to if not for this handy little image capturing device. Other hobbies just aren't cool enough. (Unless, the camera has actually PREVENTED me from finding my TRUE hobby, but I don't think I should think about that.)

I wished I had the giving-practical-presents skill. I once gave my class mate way too many erasers and pencils for his birthday because he kept using mine(not that I got annoyed). I don't think the plan worked though.

So in honor of Listography,

Best Practical Gifts as of today(in no order!!):

1. Laser Printer from my Granddad
2. Multiple phone handsets from my Dad, always top of the line
3. Camera from my Dad
4. Dr Marten boots from unfortunately, an Ex- suitor (HAHA)
5. Calcium/ Fish Oil/Seeds/Spirulina supplements from my Mom
6. Hairdryer from my Granddad (again, ho ho ho)
7. Sneakers from my Dad
8. Bunch loads of stationery from my Mom


Bettie Page bangs

I attempted the infamous Bettie Page hair from some random video off Youtube + my own hard word (I had to add that. lolwut). And with enough hair spray, I managed to get it to stay still though a whole day + running to the train + going out at night. I think I gave myself a good pat on the back that day.

Ahh, the wonders of hairspray. Makes you wonder what ghastly chemicals you put into your locks everytime you squeeze that nozzle. Surely no natural substance has the ability to be so magical. (OR CAN THEY... I will be the first one to it then. Hur hur hur)

Audio technica headphones
bYSi top,
Skinny Jeans from eternity (Literally. not a brand)
Synthetic Leather Jacket from This Fashion (fer reelz!)
Converse sneakers
Last one from Easter weekend in Creswick just because I felt like it. xD

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Tuesday, April 6, 2010 at

Gun wielding red necks

Over the weekend Matt brought me back to Creswick for Easter celebrations and daymn, I've never had so much chocolate given to me at once in my whole life. It was however, a pretty fulfilling feeling; getting that much chocolate. (I did have an obligatory show-y off-y picture of it that I took with Matt's Dad's fancy camera, but I forgot to upload it when I was still in Creswick :( Maybe I'll get it some time.)

The day before the lunch, Matt found his old air rifle that his Uncle Phil gave him, buried in the depths of this closet together with a very very sexy piano accordian. Of course I had to beg him to let me try it because of my strong desire to feel macho and cool.

Unfortunately (or fortunatley) there aren't any photos of me wielding the fierce air rifle, but maybe these will suffice. :D:D

Concentrating pretty hard while poaching the bottle.

I think this red neck was pretty chuffed with himself by the end of it. Ho ho ho.
The grapes were soooo sweeet.
The Easter lunch was beautiful. I especially enjoyed the lamb, even though the lambs from last spring were frolicking about in the paddocks next to us.

Also, the next day I clocked the highest score for the 3 point basketball game on the Doolan's wii. HUURAH xD

P/S: I know the comment forms aren't exactly working as well as I'd hoped, i.e you can't use it on Internet Explorer and it takes a gazilion years for the comment to come up AND the comment count is not sync-ed with the widget (not sure if any of you actually know what I'm talking about aha.) I might even change it back to what it was if i can't get to fix those problems, especially the first and the last one.

All taken with Matt's Dad's D90 (drools)

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