Biker Mice From Mars

Nothing is hotter than a mouse in leather. Ah yes, the juvenile me. If I wasn’t burning water beetles on my fathers oil drum on a forty degree day, I was daydreaming about mice. On bikes. Clad in leather.

I’ve been absent. There was that holiday to Singapore and when I returned home there was much to do.

I realised that – You CAN outrun responsibility.. But not for very long and certainly not forever.

C’est La Vie.

Are the French always so pessimistic?

Sibby x


The “Time Filler”

“Trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it’s broken, but you can still see the crack in that mother fucker’s reflection.” – Lady Gaga

Scenario – You and a friend plan to hang out. Then you get a text stating plans have changed and that your hang out time is now limited because they’ve made OTHER plans to chill with someone else.

Limited hangout time?

Ok. I will admit. I got a bit jealous and pretty much just cancelled the whole thing but you know what, I think I made a fair call.

This is the easiest way I can describe it.

“Hey, I’ve got a spare two hours before I meet someone else. I’m not doing anything if you still want to catch up.”


“Hey, you know that catch up. Well, I’m kinda meeting someone else but I’ve got a bit of time for you if you still wanna hang.”

Do you see where I’m going with this?

Our plans have now taken a dive into the back seat of a dirty old bomb that’s been sitting there and rusting for forever in an overgrown field of wheat.

So, now I question the status of our friendship. I thought we were pretty good friends when in actual fact I’m just there until someone else better, more interesting or potential for sex comes along.

I will also admit that I was cut. I was cut pretty deep.

I’ll try to not take it personally but..

In reality, I made it personal and then redirected all calls to my voice mail box that doesn’t exist to avoid any more disappointment.

Today I Realised..

That friendship means nothing to some people and that it sucks the big one.

I need to disconnect. Sad but true.


Daydreaming While Driving Cars Is Never A Good Idea

Today I realised.. That inside my chest there is a heart.

And it fucking hurts and these tears, they will dry inside my eyes before I let them escape down my face.

Scenario – Your life put into words and verbally expressed to you out aloud and it sounds exactly like that little voice inside your head that’s been telling you what the right thing to do is.

Decisions? Decisions.

Some decisions require serious consideration OR I could shoot myself in the head.

What it all comes down to..

I miss my best friend.

I miss you hard and it hurts.

Dead people don’t have feelings. I’m not dead. Sad but true.

Sibby x

Hello, ‘Friend.’

Today I realised.. That no matter how much you help a friend out you will never feel appreciated.

You can be the bestest person in whole damn world and people will still be a bit shit. Just remember, it’s not your fault. It’s theirs.

It’s more of a personal issue for me. I can either deal with it or let it get the better of me. Today it’s the latter.

There are three general rules I try follow to make situations like these more palatable.

1. If you lend money or do a favour. Don’t expect it back.

2. Do what is humanly possible to help a friend out because you are a good friend.

3. Keep secrets and watch your mouth. (This one is not a ‘try’. I keep secrets and take them to my grave.)

Seriously. A fucking please and thank you would be fabulous and acknowledge that I helped your sorry ass out.

You’re shit. Sad but true..

Rock. Off.

Today I realised… Vodka.

I was still pretty hammered at 7 in the morning. I went from “Rock’n Roll” to “Vodka’n Guts” in a time period of 12 hours. The next day was Hell to pay and in my head all I can think of is, “never again, NEVER again..” and “Is my liver broken?”

Events that occurred in no particular order.

– My sister’s friend has a very good middle eastern accent. That taxi ride was SO hilariously awkward.

– Some guy tried to offer me a drink he apparently bought for his ‘friend’..

– Another guy slurred a pick up line and spilt his drink all over me. Smooth. I was going to make a dirty joke about being wet but no.

– Drama. Drama. It’s bound to happen when you’re with a group girly girls or girly boys. What’s a party without some tears?

– Danced crazy for four hours straight. I was well sweaty by the end. If you received a drunk, sweaty hug from me – I hope you ENJOYED it because I apologise for nussing! Bahahaha!

– Bumped into a very old friend from my home town. Holy shit, we all so grown up now!

HUGE thank you to my sister for keeping the boys away and keeping  the night legit. You’re the best!

I was home by 5am. Sad but true…

I just wanted to dance a little bit longer.

Limits. Everybody Has One.

Today I realised.. That everyone has their limits.

There are situations where you know, deep down inside, what the right thing to do is.

You don’t do it.

Instead you’ll hold on till the bitter end when things get hairy. The uglier it becomes, the tighter your grip.

Until there’s nothing left.

We’re dancing with the beast..

Sad but true..

The Shoes Don’t Fit

Today I realized…

That if the shoes don’t fit when you try them on in the store, they are not going to miraculously fit a few months later after you talk yourself into buying them.

I have painful blisters and bits of rubbed-off skin.

Sad but true.

My Dysfunctional Heart

Today I realised.. We talk to much and we don’t listen enough, and the crazy thing about it is, is that we can change this.

Take a moment. Breath.

The world must be such a magical place for you. What would it be like to see it through you eyes.

That’s because it is. It is amazing  [the world] and everyone has a story to tell.

I often enjoy lunch alone at a Japanese Restaurant in the city and I have met some amazing people. One of them was a lady by the name of Janine Sheperd and she had an awesome tale to tell.

This is Janine Sheperd She is an amazing human being.

Whenever I feel like giving up I think of Janine, our conversation and her advice to me.

I’m really glad I shared my food with her.

Next time when you meet someone (and it could just be your mother), will you take the time to listen to what they have to say? Maybe ask questions and get a bit deeper.

Most people probably wont. Sad but true.. (But I hope you do.)

A song to daydream to.

Is It Real?

Today I realized…

We get more spam comments on here than real comments.




Sad but true.