Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Winter in Paris

It is not quite winter, I am fully aware of that, however, someone forgot to tell the weather in Paris to hold off for one more day. Not that I am complaining though. It has been snowing! That's right, actual snow.
It becomes blatantly obvious that I am Australian when one sees my reaction to said snow.

Now, for the ultimate question: What does a girl wear when it is -4 degree Celsius?

This my friends, will be answered tomorrow :]

Happy snow angels!

Monday, November 29, 2010

Trophee Eric Bompard 2010

Attending Trophee Eric Bompard in Paris this weekend has been one of the most interesting/bizarre/wonderful things I have ever done.

Skating wise, I was very impressed. I have never really seen this level of skating live, so, obvs, I was like a little kid in a candy store. It's amazing to get all bitchy about spiral positions and the two footing of jumps as it happens.

Unfortunately, Chairman Mao stumbled a little, finishing in 5th place. But hey, its better than she did in Japan. She got about 5 massive bags full of toys and teddies, and was met back at the hotel by a host of adoring fans. Popular girl, triple axle or not.

One thing I wasn't expecting was the behaviour of the skating fans.

Take note: If you are going to creep around hotels in order to try and spot your beloved, it is advisable to actually order a drink at the bar, so it appears you have some sort of legitimate reason for being there. Also, taking photos of girls who are 17 from behind a pot plant is usually considered creepy. Actually, it is always considered creepy. Stop it.

There was one more thing that got me thinking... Why are Americans so loud?
There was one particular woman who I had the displeasure of having to hear yell during regular conversation three nights in a row. She also lacked manners. "I want ...." was her way of ordering drinks. No "please", "may I order" etc etc. NO! It was straight up "I want". She also announced loudly to anyone within a 20 metre radius that she is a gulper. Im not lying.

Shoosh now please.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Dumb things I said in Rome...

♥ Moloko: The leaning tower of Pisa is here right?
    Boyf: No, its in Pisa.

♥ Moloko: I always thought the Coliseum had a solid floor. Then again, I'm basing all knowledge of it from a Where's Wally puzzle.

♥ Moloko: I have forgotten how to speak Italian. Why can't everyone here speak German?

♥ Moloko: How rad are their jobs? They dress up as Romans every day. Well, I mean, they actually are Romans, but, you know....

♥ Moloko: Oh my god. Jersey Shore is on. This is the best day of my life.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Roman Holiday

I arrived in Rome this evening after a fairly stress free journey from Berlin (note to self: paying for extra bag does not mean extra weight allowed on plane. Why would someone take two suitcases? Grrrr). I am excited to spend the next 3 days exploring the city and trying to stay away from the carbs!!!

Excited!! Yay!

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Packing for holidays.

I was recently asked if I could write about what to pack when traveling. The question has been sitting in my Formspring inbox for a while, because, to be fair, I really haven't been the best packer on this trip. I have, however, survived the last 4 weeks living with minimal clothes and not buying anything new.

When I first left Perth, I packed about 20% of my wardrobe. And while I don't have the most stylish threads in 6000, I own a lot of stuff. I carted this across the world, decided I hated everything, bought new clothes then sent a whole bunch home, making my way through the UK buying + buying + buying = posting + posting + posting. I think I have assured the stability of the pound for years to come via the Royal Mail.

Too many fees for extra kgs later (yes, I fly budget air lines) i said ENOUGH(!) to the madness, and culled like I had never culled before.

My entire wardrobe here now consists of:

♥ Long sleeved black Harry Who dress that I have worn the death since mid 2008.
♥ Black ruffly Allanah Hill dress
♥ Colourful 50's sundress I obtained at Peacocks for £7
♥ Black Wheels & Dollbaby cardigan
♥ Red Wheels & Dollbaby cardigan
♥ Black pullover from Premark (£2)
♥ Red skirt ft. love hearts from H&M
♥ Two t-shirts (one dotty, one leopard print)

In my possession there is also have my white fur coat, and a plain black coat. Obvs I have tights/knickers/pjs/hats/scarfs.  I am tired of wearing the same things over and over, however, it's worth having a suit case I can actually cruise around with without breaking my back or paying gazillions every time I board a plane. So, my advice to you my friend, if unsure what to pack would be......

♥ Pack light. Less is more.  Five outifts is plenty.
♥ Accessories are your lovers. They take up hardly any room, and make you feel snazzy
♥ Dont dress down just because you are traveling. If you wouldn't wear it at home, you shouldn't wear it abroad (unless you are wearing something totes crazy).
♥ Bum bags are ridiculous. You look like a foreigner. Pick pocketers will love you.
♥ Remember, where you are going probably has shops. If you really neeeeeeed something, chances are you can buy it. If you can't, you probably don't need it.

So yeah. Pack away!

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Love heart glasses.

Another added to the collection. 
One day I will own the entire rainbow

Its Harry Potter!

Ich bin ein nerd. Its true. And I love Harry Potter. 

You can imagine my excitement about the new film coming out, and whilst I'm normally one of the first lined up at the cinema, decked out in my Gryffindor best, I had planned to wait until I was back in London to go see it, due to my lack of German speaking skills. I was, however,  assured by a friend (she who will not be named) that the cinema in Alexanderplatz showed films in English, with German subtitles. This seemed even more perfect when their website confirmed this.

So last night the boyf and I headed into Mitte, all ready to see the boy wizard slightly more grown up.


My German is a lot better than I gave myself credit for, as I was able to understand at least 1/4 of the dialogue (having actually not read this book... fail, i know) and basically understand what was going on. Fred and George Weasley are kinda babes now. Although, Snape is still the best looking man in the film. Sigh. 

Will defs go see again in London though. Would totes recommend.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

European Brunch.

Yesterday, being a hot and balmy day (15 degrees c) the boyf and I got up early (1pm) for a leisurely brunch and walk around our neighbourhood. European brunch is still very interesting to me. I understand having fruit and yogurt. And egg. However, teaming these two together with a garden salad, cold meats and cheese is still beyond bizarre to me. Now, I'm not saying I don't enjoy German style brunch, however, it is very different to your typical English cooked breakfast that I am accustomed to.

Travel. Broadens the mind. Obvs.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

A few things about Berlin.

Graffiti is somewhat political/arty. Not so much of the "for a good time call...."
I have become a vampire again. Sleepy time is around 8am.
Everyone is slim here. Yet the food is cheap and the portions huge. Berliners don't get fat.
Women wear little makeup. I have even found myself toning down the clown face somewhat.
You can take your dog every where. The U-bahn, shops, restaurants etc etc
 Alcohol is cheaper than water. It is cheaper than coca-cola. It is cheaper than a train ticket.
It is getting dark around 4pm. Seeing as I get up around 3, I have become uber pale.
No cooked breakfast. Wah!
You are not permitted to drink water in the German History Museum.
When moving furniture you go by train. Chloe and I moved a table and chair this way. Fun times       indeed.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Fashion Police

Sometimes it is hard to take figure skating seriously when people turn up to work dressed like this.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Should I obtain....?

So, Friday night the boyf and I decided to have a bit of a date night. Mexican food followed by dancing till 4am at Bang Bang Club. Epic fun times. I did, however, have that annoying issue though, of what to do with my hand bag. I normally like to jump around a bit when I dance, especially when I am getting into double digits on the vodka pineapples, and a bag cramps my dance moves. I am however, not so much of a schmuck to leave my beloved bag ft. purse and passport laying around on the floor of a club in a foreign country. What is a Moloko to do????

Then I saw the answer. Teamed with neon orange tights and cowboy boots, was a bum bag. Now, to me the bum bag has only ever been the accessory of choice for middle aged travellers who believe their money is safer in one, which is ridiculous, as it makes you look like an obvious tourist (these are the people who tell you to pack "comfortable shoes" when travelling, as if the ground in the northern hemisphere is made of broken glass or similar), so I was shock to see one being sported so proudly on the dance floor. I understand its functionality though. Whilst I was being hampered by my cumbersome (yet style) bag, this electro cowboy-chic girl was having the time of her life....

I need a different bag for fun fun club times. Should I obtain a bum bag?

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

How to package a figure skater.

Alissa Czisny. She gives me hope of a well packaged American ice princess. The slight weight loss, even tan and up-do. The spirals! The spins! Rachael Flatt, please take note.

I am going to start polishing her tiara.
Going to Trophee Eric Bompard just got alot more exciting ♥

Hearts You

I have been in Berlin for one week now.  Am in love.
This is probably the most intense yet chilled place I have been to. Its like, everyone just does what they wannnt. Something i enjoy.

Of course, I have caught my mandatory travel cold. wah! I am probably to blame though, as I have more or less spent the past week attending witch haus parties and partying like its 1980.

 Wie f├╝hlt es siiiiiiiiiich?