Things to do in Sydney

ummmmI’m just joking!!

In my opinion, there are things to do in Sydney, however they are not the most exciting. If I were a tourist I don’t think I would come out of it and say “that was absolutely breathtaking”. It would be more of a “yeah, was good” kind of reaction. But that’s just me. If I were a celebrity I would be forced to say “Sydney was just AMAZING” otherwise I would get publicly slammed for my mediocre comment. I can just imagine the headlines already “Annie, gigantic bitch for not liking Sydney enough!”

Circular Quay

The top place to visit is CQ in Sydney, down at the Harbour (at night it is prettier). It is the bustling place of Sydney, and the most touristy so don’t forget to say hi to your fellow tourists. Ferries depart from CQ to take you to all kinds of places like Taronga Zoo & Bondi Beach. Boats also depart for Whale Watching and exciting Jet Boating!

Botanic Gardens

Beautiful gardens that are framed by Sydney Darling Harbour views. Best to go there on a beautiful sunny day (sunny days aren’t hard to find in Australia!) so you can enjoy a lovely peaceful picnic, free guided tour or a train scenic tour

The Rocks

The Rocks I would say is probably one of the ore funky places in Sydney. Lots of wonderful art galleries, dance theatres, cute cafes, police station (so be careful, but don’t worry, they won’t sentence you to death for smoking some pot) and fun shopping markets.

The Star

It used to be called Star City, but now it is changed to The Star, but people still call it Star City because we are too lazy to adapt to new changes. This is your hot spot for losing all your money…that’s about it. On the more positive side, it’s a real fayancy place and you can still have a lot of fun in there!

Newtown Shops

Newtown is a suburb in Sydney that is famous for its funky people with multicoloured hair and bright pink Doc Martens. Newtown Shops is home to offbeat designer outfits, out of date cameras, quirky vintage dresses, Persian rugs and shitloads of Thai restaurants. Go here and you’re bound to find something you adore.

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Journal Keeping

Keeping a journal (or “diary” if you like) has been a mahoosive part of my life for the past 7 years. I found a random book in my house with a weird fabric-like cover and just started to write random things in there. Then I decided I didn’t want anyone to see it which is when I started writing deep dark secrets. Mind you, the deepest and darkest secret I ever had is that I had a crush on a boy called Michael in year 4. I have a feeling he is a gigantic douche now so I don’t think that relationship had any chance of blossoming.

Moving on, I just liked writing down thoughts. Not every day, sometimes I didn’t write in my journals for up to 6 months – but I have never said to myself “I’m going to stop writing”. They are a great outlet. Sometimes I will write quick, short passages that might last 3 or 4  lines. Other times when I really need to vent I won’t even stick to the lines. Let’s just say, in my journals, I have CRAP all over the place. And lots of swear words. Whether it’s a good or bad entry, there is always swearing.

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My advice to you in writing a journal is: fuck it, write whatever the fuck you want, however the fuck you want and wherever the fuck in the journal you want.

Your handwriting doesn’t have to be the same. One day it might be beautiful cursive and the next day it could look like a 3 year old writing on walls. Who cares? You’re not impressing anyone else are you?

This is a bunch of journals I have kept over the years. As you can see they are all COMPLETELY different. I never really stick to a certain size or shape. I glue and stick things on them, I’ve attached so much shit to them that one or two are even starting to fall apart.





Break-Up Tips

So I have just recently come out of a one year and a half relationship. According to him, I “dumped” him, but I prefer to say I “initiated a mutual break-up”. We had no future together, completely different prospects. I was pretty devo trust me, our relationship was just falling into this boring routine and I couldn’t stand it. So I felt this post was appropriate.

Sorry if I’m coming across as a little harsh sometimes.

Okay, okay, at first it’s fine to do the following:

  • Listen to sad music and lots of Taylor Swift
  • Eat lots of chocolate
  • Watch The Notebook and Bridget Jones’s Diary
  • Stalk him on Facebook
  • Stalk the girls he talks on Facebook
  • Bitch about how much you love him
  • Then bitch about how much you hate him
  • And then bitch about how much you miss him

You can do these things for I would say the first week, MAXIMUM. But then


The first thing you need to do is learn to accept what has happened, happened. Acceptance will help you move on. You’re still allowed to miss him, but it’s time to start focusing more on yourself and not him and/or the relationship you both had.


  • Listen to upbeat music (I would recommend You Make My Dreams Come True by Hall & Oats)
  • By a shitload of makeup
  • Exercise but don’t waste your money on the gym. Go jogging in the fresh air!
  • Go out dancing, but remain classy
  • Flirt a little, appropriately.


  • Text him frequently
  • Keep looking through photos you had together
  • Have revenge sex/hook ups
  • Post anything about your break-up on social media. Everything will think you’re a pain in the ass.

Just don’t give up hope on the future, love will come your way.


Morning Mind F#$kery

Warning: my blog may include material that is offensive to some viewers, such as swear words and opinions on things that no one is bound to agree with. 

It is my first post and don’t really know what to write about except the consistent 7:30am alarm wakeup mindfuck. Sure, it’s fine that my alarm goes off at 7:30am, how else am I supposed to get out of bed for work? I can’t. What irritates me is my subconscious waking me up at 7:29am anticipating my alarm. And what really chaps my ass is the fact that waiting for the whole minute until 7:30am seems like an eternity. So I may as well just close my eyes for a moment and just wait for Latch by Disclosure start playing. Then you open your eyes after that moment and it’s already 8:15am. Shit. No time for breakfast and no time to put my makeup on (properly). Image

This occurs most frequently on a Monday morning, of course, the day of the week when continuing with one’s life seems impossible. I live in Sydney, Australia, and here…the public transport is terrible. Trains and buses come every 15 minutes and are usually running 7-10 minutes late. Maybe if the transport system was a little better I wouldn’t have to worry about the time I get out of bed so much.

If your life depends on public transport, I don’t think Sydney is the place for you. It’s only bearable to the people who have grown immune to it, like me. 14 years and I’m just about numb to the pain.