Musical feels of the month – January

Ok so I¬†am posting this a little before the end of the month, but that’s because come the 31st I will be in the middle of nowhere looking at rocks for a summer uni paper… not that I’ll have my laptop with me anyway, because my brand new laptop won’t connect to the wifi even though it can see that there are connections available, and sent it off in a huff to another city to get fixed by someone else so it will get fixed under warranty… yay technology ūüôā

Anyway, without further adieu, here are some tracks that brought out my inner rockstar this month..

1. Slipknot – no real surprises that their latest album “The Gray Chapter” was going to be awesome – if you don’t believe me check out “The Devil in I” or “Skeptic”

2. Butcher babies – these raging goddesses and talented band mates have been regulars in my eardrums this month – loving “They’re coming to take me away!” and “Don’t give a fuck”

3. Devilskin – newest NZ rock royalty – “Start a Revolution” or “Vessel”

4. Non-point – dat shred though!

5. Inventions Рloving this new find

6. Asking Alexandria

7. Dark Horse Darling

8. The Pretty Reckless

9. Mushroomhead – absolutely LOOOVE their cover of “Rumor has it”

10. Amerakin Overdose

Any suggestions for music to check out for next month?



Plant based anxiety and a new year of university nerves

So I probably won’t be posting anything for the next couple of weeks as I will be in the middle of nowhere looking at rocks so that I can finish my degree at the end of the year!

I am booked to go do some of my practical assignments on a farm where the food¬†is being¬†provided, and I have promptly provided my details on the provided form, noting that don’t eat meat or dairy so I am curious to see how this will go… SURELY I am not the first to get difficult about the food situation?! As always I have thought ahead and started stashing snacks in my suitcase, though I’m not sure the dried peaches will make it to the trip…


I was a¬†quite nervous about what the food would be, the questions which would follow and the disgusted looks and snickers¬†at my potentially¬†‘boiled to mush’, thawed and reheated vege options… but after a little thought, I have decided that if it all goes to custard, at least I’ll have some snacks to tide me over, and it’s two weeks tops. Who knows, maybe they’ll surprise me with a lovingly cooked vege meal!? Fingers crossed…

After reading through our workbook, I doubt I will have much time to worry about food anyway. I guess that comes with the territory when you are receiving the same credits for a two-week course as you would for a full semester… you can probably expect a hefty workload! I think the pre-course nerves really set in when I was checking over the list of necessities to bring and I see “Torch – for working out in the field after 8pm”… AFTER 8pm. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not afraid of hard work and digging deep to get the work done, but when I see we may be out all night and still have notes, and the following reports, etc. to write up when we get back? Good lord…

It’ll be fine…

I think…

Maybe pray for me just in case…

Later Rockstars!


My two right feet

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Two Right Feet.”

A year ago, I would have said that it was in everybody’s best interest that I have my morning coffee before I leave the house, or try to operate heavy (or light!) machinery. On the odd day that I missed this opportunity, this notion was reinforced when I realised I had left my delicious leftover dinner at home so I had no lunch, my shirt¬†was backwards and¬†there was an important early morning meeting that I didn’t know about… you get the gist.

But over the holiday break as I set my action plan for 2015 into play I realised it was not in fact the lack of beverage that was the problem, it was the 10 minutes I took first thing in the AM to stand in the kitchen, sip at this steaming hot goodness and think about the day ahead. I now wake up a few minutes earlier than usual (4.30am), and visualise the day ahead, achieving the goals I have set myself. Over the break I created what I call my “dreams” book, where¬†my holiday self has told present self EXACTLY how it is going to be, and where this slow and steady race will get me… ‘prompts’ if you will. See my post¬†Bring on 2015!¬†for a rough idea of what this looks like! I keep this book by my bag so I look at it before I leave the house for the gym, while I nibble at a light pre-gym snack.

I still love my morning coffee, strong as they come, and daily. However I don’t usually get around to it until I get to work in the morning… a good 3-4 hours into my day!

Later Rockstars!


Can an introvert become an extrovert?

If you are an introvert like myself, you may have avoided certain activities in your life to stay comfortably out of the spotlight, or may not have been chosen to be in said spotlight as it was assumed that it wouldn’t really float your boat. If float your boat, it¬†would not, then that’s all good! But what if you did want to? What if you did want to join in and try that new sport or¬†wear that crazy costume to the party even though you didn’t think anyone else was going to bother dressing up, but the thought of all the unwanted attention and chaos that could go along with it stopped you dead cold?

I¬†am of the opinion that you can do anything you put your mind to, and this¬†idea intrigues me. I guess you could say that I was an introvert for most of my life, and make no mistake, I still LOVE and NEED¬†my¬†REGULAR alone time (ESPECIALLY after socialising with a bunch of people I don’t know), I don’t feel the need to be talking 100% of the time (or 50% for that matter), about every¬†single thought, feeling or sensation,¬†I am guilty of the characteristic “resting bitch face” when someone is explaining something to me and I am thinking it through at every angle, viewpoint, and already making mental lists of other things to consider down the line… and speaking of lists… anyone who has worked with or for me knows I am a huge fan of lists, plans, and getting organized before we actually need to be organized (god knows I need to clear all of those mental notes out of my head asap to make room for more mental chaos… yes, another characteristic of an introvert)…. but the thing is…

When¬†I have had enough of the social chaos and feel the need to unplug from the world and do nothing but watch re-runs of Gilmore Girls or laugh at Horatio’s cheesy¬†one-liners (CSI Miami) and epic fail compilations on youtube¬†in my sweat pants, I will tell you just that – “sorry my lovely, I’m not coming because I don’t feel like being a human today, Vee3000 needs to recharge, but y’all have a drink for me”… and unlike your traditional introvert, I¬†LOVE busy places – markets, festivals, and I am happy as a pig in mud in a mosh pit, squashed shoulder to shoulder with sweaty strangers and screaming my lungs out (even though said strangers usually tower over me). I model for a few local photographers or pose for new photographers who want to do some test shots, and I have toyed with the idea of uploading a few covers of my favourite songs to sing for a bit of fun (even though I definitely don’t think I am the next¬†Lizzy Hale¬†by any stretch!) ūüėČ

So does this mean I am neither? both? does it mean that if I pushed my boundaries a little and learned to thrive in a social environment I could become an extrovert? I’m sure there is probably some well thought-out research somewhere by someone who actually knows what they’re talking about… these are just some of the thoughts rolling around in my head today.

It does get me thinking though!

So Rockstars, what do you think?


Motivation or madness?

My partner recently told me that the biggest thing that attracted him to me was my motivation. It’s not the first time someone has commented on my tendency to be working towards multiple goals at one time, and at ALL times… but each time I hear it, all I can say is “well if you truly want something, you will make it happen wouldn’t you?” – because why wouldn’t you???

This has not always been my philosophy. I grew up in a family where moral support was definitely not to be expected. Where I gave up on my ideas and ambitions before I had even started, as I was usually told it was a stupid idea, or that there were better things I could be doing with my time (like staying in the kitchen and being a ‘good woman’….oh the chauvinism).

The turning point

Once I reached a point where I had had enough of living the life I though I ‘ought’ to live, and still never being ‘good enough’, I decided to just do whatever the fuck made me happy, and anyone in my way could just get burned up in the fire that had been lit in my belly… or whatever it is that naysayers do

It was the feeling I had at this point in my life which drives me. That sinking feeling when I realised that the life I had was never the one I wanted, and I had no one to blame but myself. I had reached the point where I didn’t even know what I even wanted anymore. So I followed my gut, I tried everything that even remotely took my fancy, and if it didn’t work out, I picked myself up and kept on moving.

These days I get up at 4.30am for my morning strength session, I have a fulltime office job, and I spend most of my nights and weekends finishing my degree part time (6 years down, 1 to go) . Somewhere in that week I find time to cook healthy meals, sing, play guitar, model, read about anything and everything, spend time with my loved ones, and now write this blog.

Just do it, then do it some more

Dream big, and aim for the stars, because if that’s not where you’re aiming, how the hell do you expect to get there?¬† In the meantime, celebrate the small achievements, they are fuel for the fire. If you get the speed wobbles and fall off, get up, get focused, and get back on that horse.

I have found that the more you have to do, the more time I seem to have to do it – strange but true. There is a saying that rings soo incredibly true to me, “if you want something done, ask a busy person to do it” – Lucille Bell

And if you don’t believe me, ask this guy…

“Some people want it to happen, some wish it would happen, others make it happen” – Michael Jordan

Be the one making it happening…

Later Rockstars,


About this site…

A little a bit myself and why I decided to write this blog…

I’m a nerdy bogan gone green-side. I used to live for custom cars and a meaty rumble, and although these days I ride a motorcycle on a sunny day, the rest of the time I’m happy to use public transport or carpool – have you ever noticed just how many of the cars queued up in front of you have only one person in them?! what’s the point? and then you wonder why there are no carparks… it’s because your all in separate cars! but I digress…

I love the planet we live in, but it wasn’t until I started my degree (originally majoring in Biology and now in Geography), that I pulled my head out of the sand that I realised how badly we abuse it, and wasteful my own lifestyle was. I gave up meat and dairy (also because dairy was starting to have some very negative effects on my body, resulting in some very embarrassing social situations, if you know what I mean!), I sold my car which frankly was draining my money faster than I could customise it anyway, and I am generally more mindful about abusing the air I breathe and the water I drink.

As I started to look at what I was putting in my mouth, I also focused on moving more, I joined a gym and fell in love with strength training. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no female Thor, but I’m definitely the most toned I’ve ever been, and as I focus more on making healthier food choices, I intend on melting away my “cuddle” and strutting this off competition style one day. You can find me on any given morning in the gym, before the birds are awake, with a guitar riff blaring in my ears, making the most of the quiet weights section.

It would be no exaggeration to say that I didn’t get any support for my diet and lifestyle choices from my family full of petrolheads¬†or the majority of my friends who wanted to party all the time and¬†lived for material possessions, and if anything, some of them were nasty. I get it, no-one likes thinking that someone is criticizing¬†what they love (even though I wasn’t!).

It would also¬†be¬†no exaggeration to say at this time that rock music saved my soul. At a time in my life where I¬†felt soo out of place and¬†only saw black, white and grey, music helped me see colour again. Picking up a guitar and singing my lungs out (probably to the despair of the neighbours), gave me¬†the¬†creative outlet I needed and pulled my focus¬†away from the negative bullshit.¬†I don’t claim to be good, and my gear definitely isn’t flash, but who really gives a shit? And just how many fucks would I give if they did? Zero

There is ABSOLUTELY no pleasing everyone, so as long as you’re not hurting anyone.. do EXACTLY what makes you happy, if you don’t know what that is? TRY EVERYTHING! just what have you got to lose huh? and if anyone wants to get their panties in a twist about it? Smile, hair flick, and strut on away from that bullshit… because haters gon’ hate, especially when your killin’ it.

I decided to write this blog for others who may have similar interests, or perhaps, are just feeling too insecure to be themselves. I am here to learn from other bloggers, and maybe even inspire someone to do what makes them happy

Listen to your heart, and don’t ever be afraid to be yourself. If you don’t fit into the boxes that society has provided you to choose from – create your own, you are stronger than you think.

Later rockstars,