Journal

We all believe in a great idea, that's why we keep a journal. We all like to tell stories and share our own, and just maybe someone might learn a little something from this one

WHY SELF-DIAGNOSIS IS THE WORST THING EVER

We’ve all done it. We’ve all sat there on google typing in every slight symptom we may be feeling as we lay in bed withering into the depths of a health dilemma no worse than the hiccups. The introduction of the online forum is possibly the best and worst thing that has happened to the internet. The ability for anyone to jump on, explain their illness and watch as anyone and everyone gives their two cents worth of advice.

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WHAT IT'S REALLY LIKE TO BE A SPOTIFY DJ

At this point, I’ve finished my second beer, slipped on the other headphone with intentions of social withdrawal and gone about keeping my eyes open through the sounds of Pink Floyd. As soon as sobriety overrules any form of drunkenness, the glamour of the local pub quickly disappears. I sit there, beneath the dried palm leaves at the end of the bar, my presence flying well beneath the radar of most weekend pub dwellers.

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REAL LIFE STARTS WHEN YOU GET BACK

“My pants stink. My laptop is busted so I feel like I’m back in high school handwriting some long winded nonsense. My camera is being held together with a band aid. My phone screen has been cracked ever since I played arcade basketball in Brighton months ago. I have one pair of underwear ready for tomorrows flight and a total count of twelve pairs of socks deemed MIA. 

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THE INEVITABLE REALITIES OF TRAVELLING

I read an article the other day about a couple who, like us, were out traveling the world racking up a delightful bank of pleasurable photographs and an impressive dashboard of milage; it talked about the realities of travelling, the uglier side of the spectrum - the scrubbing of toilets, spreading of cow shit and the most monotonous nutrition you’ve ever adopted.

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LAUTERBRUNNEN: MORE THAN JUST CHEESE AND CHOCOLATE

Day 91. Generally speaking, I’m proud of us Australians and everything we’re about - our somewhat masculine accents, our world renowned drinking ability, our not-many-fucks-given attitude and our very own Shannon Noll. However, whilst abroad, I can now - with a flicker of pride in my voice - say I’ve had the pleasure of crossing paths with the real cashed-up-bogan type Aussie.

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