A T L A S in pursuit of curiosity & culture | volume one
A T L A S COMMUNITY
AASHA PURLING editor-in-chief & designer
ASH PEPLOW-BALL
contributor & photographer
REBEKAH JONES features
MADDIE GLEESON horoscopes
LAURA DAQUINO weekly wisdoms
LORCAN HIGGINS current affairs contributor
drew some lines etc.
SCARLETT GOVEY promotions
RYAN STARKEY
KIARA GREENWAY features contributor
ATLAS is first and foremost an opportunity for you to open your mind and give writing or photography a try. We’d be crazy not to take advantage of the overflowing talent in our facultly, so if you have a story to tell, don’t be shy: we cannot wait to show off your wares. please email publications@sdsa.bond.edu.au The ATLAS Contributors Guide is now available via the SDSA facebook page, and also on our Google Docs.
FROM THE EDITOR
WELCOME “A tree you pass by every day is just a tree. If you closely examine what a tree has and the life a tree has, even with the smallest curiosity, and you can examine whole worlds.” William Shatner
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elcome to the inaugural issue of Atlas! We’ve been working hard to bring you something very special and we hope you love it as much as we do. We’ve filled a whopping 52 pages and we have no doubt that you’ll find something that sparks your curiousity. When our committee sat down to discuss how we’d rebrand Insight, our biggest struggle was finding an adjective that fit our readers appropriately. Lists were made to no avail. Adventurer, thinker, inquisitor, wanderer; nothing fit with absolution. The problem, however, is that we are not one singular mould of human being. We have no distinct direction, and Atlas plans to follow suit. We aim to being you a tourguide to understanding the world around you. Let this be your field guide to a life brimming with curiousity and culture, but never predictability.
Lads and ladies, we’re part of the bigger picture and it’s time we all saw just what this magnificent universe has to offer. Atlas is written by Bondies, for Bondies. The difference, however, is that it’s not about Bondies. Think left-of-centre interviews, unapologetic opinion pieces and the most witty social commentary you’ll find outside Sydney’s hipster scene. We’ll be filling our pages with wisdom for the ages and tips & tricks for the real world. Head on back to The Basement and get your fix of fun stuff, too. I’d also like to thank the beautiful Jess Drummer for your year of commitment to Insight. You did an incredible job and I hope I can be as big an inspiration to next year’s editor as you have been to me. Lastly, a huge thankyou to everyone that has helped me to produce the first issue - I couldn’t have done it without you!
Aasha x
HONOURABLE MENTION A huge ‘gracias’ to Rotary Broadbeach for supporting the SDSA this year. We are so grateful to you for sponsoring the Chancellor’s Debating Competition. This incredible group of men and women will be helping send the finalists to Melbourne to compete at the National Inter-Varsity Championships. Thankyou Rotary, we couldn’t have done it without you!
CONTENTS
the regulars
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THE GOLDEN DAYS
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DINNER PARTY DIGEST
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CULTURE CAPITAL: AN UNPRETENTIOUS GUIDE TO CHEESE
features
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meet the talent who the f*%k is.. maya gabiera?
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SINCERELY, SUBURBIA
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the days of our lives: the lost are of diary-writing
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BELOW THE BORDER: A STOWAWAY’S GUIDE TO MEXICO
FROM THE DEAN
This is a time in the semester when things get a bit rushed: it's good for students to work out what exactly what they have to do and when. Writing long assignments, or group work for example, can prove to be much more time-consuming than expected, and consequently one has to plan for a few things to go wrong. For most people university study brings first-time experiences, and it's always harder and more unpredictable when you are doing something for the first time. Writing a long essay requires organization of thought, mastery of the concepts, and some facility with the literature: one can't do this in five minutes; rather it needs several attempts. The mind needs time to filter and arrange things. Some students love the speed with which we do things at Bond University, and others find it to be an unexpected difficulty, partly because of the things mentioned above. It is a good idea to assess where you stand in relation to the speed question, and if you need more time, plan to reduce your load. Time management is an essential part of University study, but brain management even more so, and if you're trying things for the first time, you are in fact learning for the first time what you're capable of, and how you will do things in the future. Enjoy the experience! Raoul Mortley AO FAHA , Dean, Faculty of Society and Design
the golden days o f m a rc h 01
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THE FIRST TRANSMISSION OF COLOUR TV IN
HO CHI MINH ELECTED PRESIDENT OF NORTH VIETNAM (1946)
SHROVE TUESDAY / PANCAKE DAY
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MIDDLE NAME PRIDE DAY
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INTERNATIONAL WOMENS’ DAY
INTERNATIONAL ‘TAKE A NAP’ DAY ( JUST ANOTHER EXCUSE )
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LEVI STRAUSS STARTED SELLING BELL-BOTTOM JEANS IN 1969
INTERNATIONAL PLANT A FLOWER DAY
ALBERT EINSTEIN BORN IN 1879
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JULIUS CAESAR ASSASINATED IN ROME BY BRUTUS (44 B.C.)
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WORLD ‘MAKE UP YOUR OWN HOLIDAY’ DAY
HAPPY ST. PATRICKS DAY!
THE EQUAL RIGHTS AMENDMENT WAS PASSED BY THE US SENATE (1972)
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PALM SUNDAY
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THE EIFFEL TOWER OPENS IN 1889
AMELIA EARHART IS FIRST WOMAN TO FLY SOLO CROSS THE ATLANTIC (1932)
MEET THE TALENT... introducing the new kids in town; SDSA 2014.
ZOE O’SULLIVAN
C INDY KOVAC … Is the only “fun sized” thing on this planet that’s actually any fun. Outspoken, totally cray, possible mind reader (read: psych student). Sexual innuendo on demand. Loudest voice ever. Takes “blonde bombshell” to the next level. Once peed in a laundry tub and tried to wipe with a Sass and Bide jacket. Take that, society. Is the Samantha and proud. Has a heart of gold… unless you disagree with her. Drinks too much red cordial. Let’s just say your parents were right about what that does to you.
EVANGI EPA .... is the only Kpop enthusiast out of Korea. He’s our go-to guy for all that tech stuff and actually just about anything. Probably just better if he sticks to crayons though. Sings like an angel with the patience of a saint. Except if you sing offkey. His love for 1D and Disney princesses rivals that of a gaggle of screaming twelvies. Actually does a quality impression of such a scene. Rumoured to be the Messiah reincarnated.
... is our little ray of sunshine. Has her head in the clouds and stars in her eyes. Lives in a unicorn onesie, regardless of personal hygiene. Considers chocolate a staple diet. Believes she was actually meant to be born a Disney princess with a dolphin sidekick and a John Mayer theme song. ‘Ily’s’ everyone, always. Is the ultimate lightweight. We’re talking one drink, here. Spends all day watching videos of puppies and various other baby animals because they're just, like, the cutest things ever. Probably combs her mermaid hair with a pearly white seashell fashioned into a hairbrush while she sings Bon Iver angelically to herself. Suspected to be made of pixie dust and rainbows.
LEAH BROOKS
... is pretty much Mother Earth Barbie. Never one to miss a piss-up, our lovely Lealea has no problem at all with a little exhibitionism or pseudo teen motherhood. Shoutout to Shelley. Eats way too many acai bowls for it to be even remotely healthy anymore. Avid pole dancer. Can perform on request. Also loves to play dress-up. Borders on OCD and like everything has to be red: except her underwear. “Spitters are quitters.” Lives life accordingly.
AASHA PURLING ANNA LANE ... goes by ‘Boss.’ Capital B – kind of like God. Reigns from the centre of the universe ie. Melbourne. Also quite pretentious and boastful. So much so that her parents relocated to house that no longer accommodates their eldest devil. Cheers Mum and Dad. May know her from ‘Meet a Fresher’ and the fabricated yet all too believable story about copping a cum shot to the detriment of her eyesight. Just your plain ol’ battler. When not embarrassing herself or vomiting in sanitary bins, Anna can be found knee-deep in carbs. Wouldn’t know it by the bum. Comparable to Candice Swanepoel in stature and ass shape. Congratulations, genetics. You win again.
... is the brainshild behind ATLAS. Actually, only does this because the whole princess thing didn’t work out. Doesn’t ever have a clue what the hell’s going on. Spends more time on tumblr than she’d care to admit. Favorite activity is pretending she can sing. Wishes she was punk rock but is too superwhite-girl to rock a nose ring with dignity. Connects with Seth Cohen on spiritual level. Hails from the raddest city of all. Speaks a different language where ‘all g’ and ‘yo’ may as well be vowels. Crosses the line on a daily basis. Is still going through her Bitchface phase. Feels incredibly uncomfortable maintaining eye contact because seriously it’s like they’re staring into your soul and do you look in the left or right eye, I just don’t know. Her life mantra is, and will always be “never say no to a burrito.”
LACHIE MCKELVIE KATIE CAMERON .... studies Law because her earlier ambition of becoming a shearer fell through. Was replaced with a golden retriever and her family no longer remembers her middle name. Talents begin and end with boogey boarding. Was inspired to be in the SDSA when she saw Anna vomiting in a sanitary bin and knew it would be a good way to make friends. Is the namesake and honorary captain of the $5 Hookers. Still yet to rock up to a game. It’s been 4 semesters.
... is the ultimate country bumpkin in the big smoke. Somehow that’s actually quite charming. Has been level 400 friendzoned by everyone, ever. Spends an obscene amount of time watching B grade movies. Proudly the laziest guy around. Should have a book filled with cheesy compliments that never work but always make girls smile. Catchphrase is 'hey pretty lady.' Falls asleep faster than a Japanese businessman on a bullet train. Desperate to step out of his older brothers’ shadow however looks so much alike that’s guaranteed to never happen. Runs marathon distances ‘for fun.’ Enough said.
...ALL OF THEM. EM MACDONALD ...could be an Asian teenybopper with her mild Hello SCARLETT Kitty obsession. Was named after GOVEY her grandfather’s ... has a face as dead cat. Regularly pretty as the posters dislocates limbs she whips up. mid-slumber. Quite Struggles to find suspicious, really. the motivation to Plays the damsel shower. Her mum in distress all too spends more time often. Usually saved talking to Scarlett’s by a touchy-feely mates on Facebook cowboy or Cameron than she does. Is from Security. Has the SDSA’s resident been known to cat lady, whose two indulge in hooker best assets even fantasies under the scored themselves name Crystal Knob. a little tune. Has Is the culprit of 3 an extra rib. Eats securities breaches everyone else’s food this semester; first. Special talent sincerest apologies is flawless tactical to whoever lives in vomits into a bra 7_04_01. Loves a cup. Can prove said man in a good pair of talent on request. lederhosen.
JAMES FITCHETT ...fears the real world and that’s really the only reason he’s still here. Prefers to go by The Basilisk. Always sweaty. He’s our resident Dad and takes the responsibility very seriously. Living dangerously close to the FEE-HELP limit. Fears repossession of his belongings and any level of expectation. Considers himself a maestro with the guitar, piano and drums but is yet to prove if he’s actually ok. Describes himself as ‘consistently average.’ Hey, at least he’s consistent.
MARK BORG ...is our secret crush and national treasure. Can turn on the charm harder than Patrick Dempsey in a Gilette ad. Everyone’s mate. Literally. Considers 2 minute noodles up there with oxygen. Curates a life story of comedy and intrigue, just waiting for the moment his memoirs hit bestseller status. Enjoys romantic walks along the beach, doubleshot cappuccinos and a whiskey, or two. Cheeky thing.
NICK MCLEAN ...is rumoured to be an evil mastermind. Blames it on the leprechaun inside his head telling him it’s okay. I call bullshit. All-State American Tiggie player. Collects antique fountain pens. Knows first hand that some doors should remain locked. There’s a story there: feel free to ask him. Calls you “bub” more than your own boyfriend. Not sure if it’s because he’s forgotten your name. Still wishing Santa would bring him a pterodactyl. Would name it Cecil.
SYRIAN REFUGEE CRISIS REACHES BREAKING POINT Syria’s refugee crisis is deepening. Since the beginning of Syria’s tumultuous civil war in March 2011, over 4 million men, women and children have been forced out of their homes, and a further 2.5 million have fled to neighbouring countries. Despite valiant aid efforts from the UN, they have warned that food and other basic supplies are running dangerously low in many refugee camps. In Yarmouk, a Palestianian camp, food hasn’t been available for over a week. Key Middle Eastern powers recently met in Geneva to agree upon humanitarian aid and methods of distributing essential supplies, where they drafted a resolution with the UN Security Council members. It is hoped that the resolution will ensure humanitarian aid is readily available as soon as possible.
MARCH 2014
NO WINNERS OR LOSERS IN IMINENT THAI CIVIL WAR Thailand is on the verge of a civil war. The friction between political parties are reaching an apex after prolonged allegations of corruption and conspiracies. Both parties, the Democrat Party and the Pheu Thai Party, have armed groups ready to mobilise at any stage, and it is expected to cause conflict similar to the carnage of 2010 in Bangkok. Anti-government protestors and pro-Pheu Thai supporters have blockaded government departments and shut down parts of the nation’s capital for weeks. Unless both parties can come together and agree on a palpable solution concerning the alleged treason within the Thai government, then “the country will definitely collapse and there will not be any winners of losers.”
WORDS BY LORCAN HIGGINS
Ugandan parliament has recently passed new law essentially punishing open homosexuality and gay sex with up to life in jail. Six people have already been arrested, with hundreds more fleeing the country out of safety concerns. Ugandan President Yoweri Museveni claimed that the measure was necessary because Western pressures are “promoting homosexuality in Africa.” The Ugandan tabloid Red Pepper recently published an article titled ‘EXPOSED!’ which identified the nation’s “top 200 homosexuals”. Many of the people recognised on the list now fear for their lives, compounded by the death of David Kato, a prominent gay rights activist who was killed the day of the article’s publication.
“JUST AS INFORMATIVE AS AN INTRO TO IR TUTE”
Dinner Party Digest
On 19 February, Facebook acquired popular cross-platform text messaging app WhatsApp for $19 billion. The acquisition is the largest ever purchase of a company backed by venture capitalists. The deal came as a shock due to the company’s valuation almost $1.5 billion only months ago. WhatsApp claimed that 400 million active users utilise the service each month, indicating that perhaps the extraordinary price paid for the five-year-old service can be justified. According to the Financial Times, WhatsApp “has done to SMS on mobile phones what Skype did to international calling on landlines.”
FACEBOOK’S SUSPICIOUS SPENDING
Richard Branson has recently announced that the first journey of his commercial spaceship will depart later this year. Branson and his two children will be passengers for the inaugural two-hour trip, which will see them fly 100 kilometres above the earth, and include brief periods of ‘zero gravity’. Almost 700 people – including actor Tom Hanks and actress Angelina Jolie –have already put down a six-figure deposit to be amongst the first passengers on the Virgin Galactic’s SpaceShipTwo. Last month, SpaceShipTwo made its third noncommercial flight, soaring a record 21,000 metres about the Mojave Desert in California, US.
GALACTIC VOGAYE NEARLY READY TO FLY
• American teenager Sarah Hendrickson was the first woman ever to perform a competitive ski jump in the Olympics, with Sochi the first games where female ski jumping has been an event. • Slovenia’s Tina Maze and Swiss Dominique Gisin both clocked the exact same time of 1 minute 41.57 seconds to become the first ever ski gold medal winners. • The United States men’s ice hockey team defeated Russia in a thrilling 3-2 preliminary match, with the match living up to the intense sporting rivalry between the two nations • The oldest female snowboarder in the slopestyle, Jenny Jones, delivers Britain its first ever Winter Olympic gold medal. • Switzerland’s Dario Cologna proved that the Olympic spirit is alive and well, waiting half an hour after winning gold in the cross-country to congratulate Roberto Carcelen, the only Peruvian-born competitor at the games.
Despite questions about Sochi’s suitability to host the Winter Olympics leading up to the major sporting event of 2014, the entire event has held its own in comparison to past Games. Highlights include;
SOCHI 2014 HIGHLIGHTS
WHO THE F*%K IS MAYA GABIERA?
ONE OF THE BOYS Big waves are usually left to the boys. Maya, however, gives danger a “go to hell” and jumps right in. At a mere 26 years old, Maya Gabiera should have a long life ahead of her – yet, this girl has been faced with more near-death experiences than anyone should be able to boast. The Brazilian beauty, who set the record for biggest wave ever surfed by a woman in 2009 when she rode a 45 foot wall of water at Dungeons in South Africa, is so much more than a pretty face. She’s got serious guts and she certainly isn’t afraid to show it.
Nazaré. Portugal. Ain’t it just the name on everyone’s lips? World Champ Big Wave surfer Shane Dorian once told a story of how the wave once snatched a little gal and her grandaddy straight off the beach. Following a face-off with an 80-foot wave in the notorious Nazare, a busted tibia (lower part of the bone, near the ankle) and drowning was the price tag Maya paid for taking on the world’s creepiest wave. Yet, here she is telling her stories. ATLAS: Hey Maya, thanks for speaking to us! Big Wave surfers are something of a myth here in Australia, can you tell us about how you got into it? Heya! Of course, when I was a teenager I was one of those girls who used to sit and watch my boyfriend surf on the sand back when I was living in Brazil. One day I decided that maybe I should give it a try – after all, if boys can do it so can I. So, I enrolled in a surf class and to be honest I’ve never really looked back. I wasn’t very good to begin with. I fell off a lot and I had bad technique – I still do – but I started entering contests because it was fun and people said I showed promise. I saw my first really big wave at an invitational in Waimea. I was 17 and had just moved to Hawaii from Brazil. I wanted to figure out who I was and what I really wanted in life, but mostly it was just the lifestyle that I loved. My father is in politics back in Brazil and
I’ve lived my life with lots of rules and restrictions. Big waves were so exciting and I still feel so free. I knew that day that I wanted to surf those waves. After a year of sitting in the lineup with the boys, I caught my first big one and it was such a rush. I was so focused and in the moment. I loved it so I decided to never stop. A: You’ve come a long way since then – do you ever get really scared? People ask me this all the time and I never really know what to say. I’m always scared but that’s not a reason to stop doing what I’m doing. I was never a real thrillseeker until I started doing this and now I get criticised a lot for taking too many risks. I try to shut out people that tell me that, but I’m scared that one day that’s going to be true. In the beginning I did take a lot of risks, but you have to take those risks. How else do you make it? A: Even after some pretty close call with death, you still aren’t scared to face bigger waves? Definitely not. I took two pretty big wipeouts when I got the record in Teahupoo, and they probably could’ve ended my career but it didn’t feel right to sit on my board and look stupid, to give up. Even after that accident in Nazare, I think the injury was what made me want to go back so badly. There’s something about not being able to do something you love that makes you
even more thirsty for it. A: I’ve seen a few videos of Nazare and, whoa, you really took that hard. Do you remember anything? What did it feel like? I remember spotting the big one and knowing I wanted to go for it. We were like kids out there. We were so stoked to get out there and see the waves that big and… you know… go out and have the opportunity to do something special. Carlos (Maya’s ski partner) towed me but on the third bump felt my ankle go. When I fell, that wipeout was ok. It knocked me but I’m used to it now. The second wave was pretty strong and the third one I think I was almost on the shorebreak. It hit me on my chest and blew out my life jacket, which really hurt. I went down, down, down underwater with no air and I was seeing black. I knew I was going to black out but when I hit the surface everything went white so I didn’t have any vision. But it gets peaceful when you black out, I just started thinking that maybe I should stop struggling. I’d tried my best and when he [Carlos] sees me he’ll make sure he doesn’t lose my body. A: And when you woke up? Faces. Just people and remembering that I had almost drowned and where I was and a lot of water, water, water. And I was throwing up. I mean, it took a long time in my brain to come back and for me to open my eyes but as soon as I did I kinda knew where I was because it was so salty and it was so wet. I just could tell I had just drowned and my chest was so sore from the CPR. I do remember watching a couple cars getting washed away. It was pretty hectic but they held onto me and then after that they CPR’d me again, I think. As soon as I opened my eyes I remember everything. Red Bull, who were on the cliff, called the fire station so the firemen came and grabbed me and after that I remember being in hospital and just all the soreness in my lungs. I totally forgot about my leg. A: Wow, that’s hectic. On your instagram, you’ve been keeping everyone up to date with your recovery but it sure hasn’t taken you long to get back on a board. Can you tell us how you’ve been going? (Laughs) Yeah, I wasn’t in hospital for long because I wanted to get out but it’s been a long process getting back to surfing. I have a
really amazing team who help me get out on a board with an ankle brace. I started walking independently again so as soon as I walked, I surfed. My boyfriend (World Champion Surfer Jesse Spencer) helps me in the water when he’s not on tour and I do yoga to stay strong. I haven’t surfed without a brace yet so I am nervous to see if my style or technique has changed while I’m crippled (Laughs). A: What do you think about to keep yourself motivated and positive? I have bad days, more so than I thought I would, where I get frustrated. But I know its just the nature of my passion and knowing that I’m recovering keeps me happy. There’s a light at the end of the tunnel and I’m not living with this forever. A: That’s great, and has Jesse been keeping you in a positive frame of mind too? He’s very busy but we talk as often as we can. I’m the boss in the relationship because I surf the biggest waves, so he has to talk to me when I say so (Laughs). Not really though, when he’s around I’m happy so he doesn’t have to really do anything. I’m very lucky to have him. A: Obviously he’s very lucky to have you too, you’re a beautiful young woman. How do you strike the balance between being professional and focused when so many female surfers are popular for their bodies rather than their talent? All women are beautiful and sexy no matter what, and sometimes you have to embrace that. I’ve done a few shoots – it’s so weird surfing in the nude – but that’s just for fun. The girls who post pictures of their bums on the internet are so talented but it’s hard to get noticed unless you brand yourself as a pinup girl too. I’m always called “Jesse Spencer’s girlfriend” and I just want to say “No, I’m a surfer. Jesse is just my boyfriend.” A: That’s really tough, but women around the world respect you for it, too. Do you think the future of big wave surfing is going to be a positive one for girls? You know, it’s bad to say, but thank God for El Niño. The waves are only getting bigger and better. We’re getting more credit for what we can do and I think people are interested in strong women. I can only see it getting better and with more interest comes more comps. It’s exciting, I can’t wait to see what the future holds. ¶
keep up with Maya’s journey here.
CULTURE CAPITAL
A pleb’s GUIDE TO CHEESE minus the pretention Being cultured is hard work. All that red wine and irony really takes it out of you. To help discern your Gruyere from your Gouda, expert Laura Werlin helped us help you with all this grown-up nonsence you don’t look like quite an idiot next time you comment on the complexity of your camembert.
1. Fresh cheese just means it hasn’t been aged. Fresh cheeses are meant to be eaten soon after they’re made, generally a couple of weeks or, in the case of fresh mozzarella, a couple of days. One important exception is feta, which can last in a barrel of salt brine for months. Texturally, fresh cheeses are usually soft because they haven’t had time to harden. They’re most often used in cooking or in a salad, not on a cheese board. Try: Chèvre (goat’s), ricotta, cottage cheese and fromage blanc 2. Semisoft cheese is a cheese that’s mild and melts well. Generally speaking, they have higher moisture content than semihard cheeses, and they don’t have rinds. These are the kinds you reach for in a toasted cheese sandwich or in mac and cheese. Try: most Colby cheeses, Jarlsberg, some Goudas, Havarti. 3. Soft-ripened cheese is distinguished by a white, mouldy rind. They’re usually intended to be creamy but unlike most cheeses, they ripen from the outside in, not the inside out. With most cheese, the part that’s exposed to oxygen, the exterior, tends to harden first. But with soft-ripened cheese, the mold on their surface, usually penicillum candiddum (pen-i-sill-um can-did-um), breaks down proteins to create a creamy texture on the inside. Try: Brie or Camembert.
4. Surface-ripened cheeses look similar to soft-ripened, but with a wrinkly outer. This is caused by a fungus called geotrichum (gee-o-try-kum) that gives a unique mushroomy - sometimes goaty - flavor. They’re usually sold in small quantities and supermarkets rarely carry these types because they’re typically imported. Sometimes they have an ash coating that, to some they might look like a scary science experiment they’d never injest, but to those in the know, they’re delicious and flavoursome. Try: almost all goat cheeses, La Tur, Bonne Bouche 5. Semihard cheese is the largest category, and includes almost anything made in the mountains. Sliceable as well as meltable, they are more pliable than hard cheeses, but firmer than semisoft. Their flavors vary depending on the bacterial cocktail the cheesemaker adds to the milk. Some also have crystals inside the cheese to give it a subtle crunch, formed by either calcium or an amino acid called tyrosine. Try: many Goudas, provolones and cheddars. 6. Hard cheeses are the hardest (lol?) and usually have the most complex flavours. These cheeses are saltier - partly because of moisture loss, partly because they are salted more heavily when they’re made to help preserve them as they age. They are aged anywhere from a few months
to a few years. They’re not easily sliced, so it’s totally acceptable to rip off a chunk for your cracker. The tastes can range from salted caramel Gouda, to a fresh wheel of Parmigiano-Reggiano that will smell like pineapple. 7. Blue cheeses all have blue mold strains running through them, which tend to give them a pungent, acquired taste. Texturally they run from ultracreamy to crumbly. Blue mold strains cannot form without oxygen, so cheesemakers usually cut the curds into larger pieces, pack them more lightly and even run metal skewers through them as they age, so you’ll often see vertical lines of blue mold along with the random veining. Try: Gorgonzola, cambazola (a hybrid of Camembert and gorgonzola), Roquefort and Maytag blue. 8. Washed rind cheeses have an orange or pinkish rind from being washed with a brine solution of salt water and bacteria. They are generally soft, and some can get pretty stinky. Most taste milder than they smell, and their rinds are edible, but not always desirable. Try: Gruyère, fontina, raclette and epoisse
what makes cheese exceptional? Complexity: Even in a fresh cheese, you want a cheese that continues to surprise you as you eat it—in a good way. A cheese shouldn’t be a one-note affair. It needs a full range of flavors, from a base note of savory and umami and higher notes like floral tastes or tang. Balance: You don’t want a cheese that’s so sharp it creates a burning sensation in your mouth. Nor do you want one that’s too salty. A good cheese should finish as powerfully as it began. As Americans we like to be hit in the face with flavor. But sometimes a more delicate cheese can be better than a sharper one, because the flavors will last longer. Sometimes with a spectacular cheese, even a subtle one, five minutes after you swallow it, you can still taste it. Quintessential for its category: A fresh goat cheese shouldn’t be clunky or goaty; it should be delicate and creamy. A hard cheese like pecorino romano is supposed to be supersalty, while a semihard cheese like pecorino Toscana should be less salty and less firm.
accompaniments Much like your year 12 formal date, your choice of accompaniments can make or break your cheese experience. The idea is to enhance, not detract, from the star of the show so keep the flavours simple. Quince paste Figs Poached Pear Celery Fruit cake Pickles Dried Fruit Almond biscotti Grapes
Anchovies Fresh herbs Capers Proscuittio Semi-dried tomatoes Olive Oil Roasted capsicum Fresh berries
Walnuts Muscatels Peaches Sweet potato Smoked meats Port-soaked prunes Apples
SINCERELY, SUBURBIA words by rebekah jones
WORDS BY REBEKAH JONES
SINCERELEY, SUBURBIA
M
y friend Bella and I made a pact almost five years ago when we first met. We had become friends at the start of high school after discovering we lived on the same street. We would walk home together Monday to Friday, filling the time with idle chit-chat and crude laughs at the expense of our peers. With my playful mocking and her lippy repartee we were an unstoppable force. We began to realise that we had a lot in common and soon became fast friends. She would even act as my own human shield by shooing away the lurking magpies that littered our roads, and if that isn’t true friendship then I don’t know what is. Besides the fact that she would take a swoop for me, Bella and I mainly bonded over our shared outlook on the place where we lived. Attadale is your typical suburban neighborhood. It has the whole laid-back vibe going for it, where no one locks their front door and people casually run in and out of each other’s house as if it were a game of Musical Chairs. All I knew was that I certainly did not want to play.
I was born and raised in the western suburbs of Perth and it was all I had ever known. I was living in my perfect suburban bubble where nothing bad happened, which was rather easy considering nothing happened, period. The most exciting thing to occur during my stint in the ‘burbs was probably the outbreak of calculator robberies at my high school, but that died out pretty quickly and was really as good as it gets when it comes to suburban scandal. Don’t be fooled, it isn’t the same as those TV shows like Desperate Housewives and Weeds with their complex but mainly pointless analogies for happy suburban life and what happens behind closed doors. You know what I’m talking about: the lady next door who bakes you apple pie is in fact a closeted drunk, and that certainly isn’t coffee in her mug when she goes to collect the morning paper; or the couple across the road who seem so inlove and devoted to one another but are actually attending bimonthly Swingers parties, which is why there are so many scratches
SINCERELEY, SUBURBIA
on their matching His & Hers’ watches. Unfortunately for me, this was not the case when it came to Attadale, and if I wanted to witness this kind of drama I would have to tune in to Channel 7 on a Monday night between 8 and 9. Despite the idyllic outer, a larger part of me pitied all girls’ school peers. Their lives were simply time-fillers until the perfect private school man got on bended knee and engulfed them into a life of mundanity and child-rearing. I, however, knew I needed more than muffin baskets and friendly hellos. Even though there was so much open space and freedom, there is something about the suburbs that made you feel constrained at the same time. I don’t know if it was the paint fumes from all those white picket fences going to my head, but I was starting to feel suffocated. Bella and I would always poke fun at Attadale. It came so naturally to us and we had so much material to work with. We never held back as we jokingly referred to our sheltered lives.
We saw the suburbs as a trap, and once it sucks you in it is almost impossible to escape: the Pandora’s Box of residential areas so to speak. But we would laugh it off because we both knew that we would beat the mountainous odds and get out of there someday. I for one refused to be another helpless victim to the washing basket. I would not be picking up dirty socks and I most certainly would not be separating whites for the rest of my life, at least not if I could help it. And I did eventually get out. Bella, however, was not so lucky. We still talk from time to time and she keeps me up-todate with the day-to-day antics of Attadale life. Do I miss it? Of course. The simplicity of lowkey suburban life, the support of loving family and friends, the comfort of old routine. But I have now moved on to the next chapter in my life. And where have I ended up might you ask? I made a run for it and got half way across the country... to another suburb. ¶
THE DAYS OF OUR LIVES words by Kiara Greenway
Yesterday, I gave someone a diary. It was a leather-bound A5 notebook, just expensive enough to qualify as a gift without being called a cheapskate. Was I serious? A notebook? Said friend was heading to Europe – not Mars. I have little doubt that, in hindsight, the most workout my thoughtful gift will get will be in a dusty desk drawer ready to be uncovered in 4 months time. With blogs saturating the market these days, keeping a diary seems like a relic of the past. I haven’t kept a diary since the ripe old age of nine years old. With three brothers dominating my household, it was a place where I could reflect on my problems and work through the difficulties I was having. Most pages were dominated by my disgust at the ‘no hat no play’ rule. Damn you Mrs Piper. It was my aunty who first encouraged me to start recording
my every thought, with a slight push from a fluffy pink book with rose scented pages and a clip art border. I opened it as a present at my sixth birthday party. An empty book was the last thing I wanted to be opening – clearly Santa had misread ‘Tamagotchi.’ However, soon enough I saw myself taking to the pages of this diary to let out my frustrations when my brothers became overbearing and my parents made me miss Katie’s birthday sleepover. Still haven’t seen Agent Cody Banks 2. However, my diary was accompanied with some words of wisdom.“ This is what you can use when screaming and hitting becomes unacceptable”. Her words mean even more now. Although I am not one who uses a diary, I can understand the perspective of those that do. I’m sure you can all relate when I say this, but sometimes, the things you go through are beyond the grasp of anybody
else. The excitement you feel when something incredible happens, or the devastation you experience when something unexpected shocks you, are emotions that often can’t be fathomed by others. So a diary that only holds only your thoughts and experiences would be the perfect place just for that purpose – expressing and acknowledging what you feel. Armed with my diary and a fairyflosscome-flamingo type pen situation, I was the envy of every Total Girltoting tweenybopper throng and I wasn’t going to let it out of my sight. I was pretty sure this pen was magic, so naturally when it went missing I blamed my stupid best friend who had conveniently turned up to school with the same thing only a day after mine had gone astray. Needless to say, my diary got a good workout that night –I put holes through the pages in my blind rage, but when our friendship rekindled, I’d dangle the keys to my precious diary like a carrot in front of a donkey. And yes, maybe I did hide the keys so well
even I couldn’t quite recall where I’d put them but at least she never read the incredibly explicit insults my 7-year-old mind had conjured. Fine, think what you want – my thoughts aren’t quite as philosophical and profound as Anne Frank or this anonymous Wimpy Kid fellow, but they’re mine. It’s been a while since I broke out the ol’ faithful but reading back over the pages are always a good laugh. I can see the good times (May 19th: Day 3 with a Boyfriend. I think I love him.), and the hard times, too (July 6th: Veronica is such a butthead. Starlight is Lisa’s horse. Hello World, this is me..) Despite diary writing not being as prominent as history suggests it once was, it is a method of recording major milestones and even coping with life’s pressures. Although not for all of us, it is clear that it is an excellent way of stopping; taking a second; and just thinking about the moment. ¶
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BELOW THE BORDER words & photography by Ash Peplow Ball Ash has always been the kind of person who knew where she was headed. With graduation in the midst, she’s determined to spend some time losing her way. Gutsy, headstrong and equipt with an unwaivering sense of adventure, the only logical stage was Mexico.
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ime flies when you’re constantly eating tacos. 17 weeks ago, I completely underestimated what I’d gotten myself into. Mexico has been a complete dream; a whirr of colour and Coronas – my stomach goes on with a dull ache of gratification, ready and raring to take on yet another soft corn tortilla. I came to Mexico with the idea that it would be like nothing I’d ever experienced; an lifestyle altering between violent food poisoning and excessive partying, one too many taco crawls and throngs of people who all sound like drug lords. Every time I walk down a new street I find something else incredible that I can’t wait to try. A city of 22 million people has a lot to see, and I’ve been working to tick a lot of them off. I have well and truly settled into the flow of Mexican life, having an afternoon siesta isn’t an occasional treat; it is a daily occurrence. Another thing that Mexicans have really got down pat are fiestas. Even the word fiesta is exciting. What are you doing today? I’m going to a fiesta. You just know that it is going to be more fun than anything anyone else has planned. If this experience has taught me anything it’s that every situation in life can be improved by the presence of a mariachi band and a good taco. I find the best way to get visitors rapidly acquainted with Mexican cuisine and build their immunity for the inevitable Montezuma’s Revenge (the Mexican version of Bali Belly) is to go on a taco crawl – similar to a pub crawl in both its thrills and risks. Central America is full of people as proud as punch of their respective countries and regions - so much so that every Tom, Dick and Horhay is dying to take you to their beach house in Acapulco or to visit one of the colonial towns scattered around Mexico City. One of my favourite experiences has been attending the World Cup qualifier match between Mexico and New Zealand at Estadio Azteca in Mexico City. Mexicans absolutely love soccer, so we decided to attend as much to observe the fans as to watch the game. We bought literally the cheapest seats in the stadium at $5 each, but every time Mexico scored, fans in our section
threw their full cups of beer and boiling hot cups of noodles down towards the field in an act of celebration, joy and disgust. The only benefit of the nosebleed section, it seems, was the avoidance of the scolding liquid and the sense of community that made it acceptable to engage in the throwing ourselves. It turned out to be a fantastic game – Mexico isn’t a great team but the New Zealand soccer team is absolutely terrible, so Mexico won 5-1. To make up for barely being able to see the field from our elevated position, we embraced the politically incorrect chants and went for it. One particular weekend, we decided to head south to the town of San Cristobal de las Casas in Chiapas state for Dia de los Muertos (The Day of the Dead). The celebrations run over 3 days, the 31st of October, and the 1st and 2nd of November. The festival is a time for families to remember friends and family members who have passed away. Everywhere, families build private alters honoring their deceased. On the altars they place skulls made from sugar and decorated in fantastic colours, marigolds and the favourite foods and beverages of the departed. The idea is to encourage the souls to come and visit the altar. Families also gather around and decorate the grave of the departed. November 1st is Dia de los Angelitos – Day of the Little Angels - to honour children who have passed away, and the 2nd is for adults. We visited a cemetery, which was a very interesting and overall sad experience – very different from how I expected to feel. We asked the taxi to drop us at the cemetery, and when we got out we were very confused because it was actually just a fête. There was a ferris wheel, fuseball tables, market stalls and a lot of food and alcohol being consumed – but no sign of the cemetery. We worked out way through the fair and when we reached the top of the hill we saw that the cemetery was on the other side. This side of the hill had a very different vibe. Families were sitting around the grave of their lost children generally in silence and drinking coke or locally brewed alcohol. It was only lunchtime but people, particularly the men, were obviously very drunk with some passed out on the lawn. It was quite a haunting experience to see the families engaging in very unhealthy
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behaviors – drinking soft drink, junk food and alcohol, which very likely contributed to the death of the person in the grave they were honouring. After finishing study in Mexico City I began my trip south to Oaxaca City. Oaxaca is one of the southernmost states in the country and blends what is great and what is terrible about the country itself. Oaxaca is the second poorest state in Mexico, with 76% of the population living in extreme poverty. This poverty perpetuates the cycle of corruption and crime in the area, and violence and gang warfare is far too common in the countryside. At the same time, Oaxaca is considered the cultural capital of Mexico. It produces the best coffee, life changing chocolate, and as everyone across the country agrees – the best food in Mexico. The state runs along the Pacific Ocean and I think has the best beaches in the country. I had just over one month to spend in Oaxaca and I was determined to get familiar with the good, and understand more about the bad. If you have ever seen brilliantly coloured handicrafts or art from Mexico, it was probably made in Oaxaca. Every second doorway along the streets of the city is an entry to a community arts collective or a private gallery, filled with beautiful textiles, pottery, paintings, jewelry, scarves, hand embroidered clothing and anything you could imagine made of coloured tin. Before arriving, everyone had promised “there is always something going on in Oaxaca City” and this turned out to be no word of a lie. During the time I spent there, we stumbled upon two traditional dance competitions, an Oaxacan food festival and a parade celebrating a patron saint involving giant stuffed people. There were also always people singing in the streets, mariachi bands playing on street corners, and locals willing to share a drink with you to celebrate the larger celebration of living. What I’ve experienced on a daily basis is a long way from what people expect Mexico City to be. I often think about the myriad of people who told me I was crazy for coming here, and who genuinely thought I was going to be kidnapped or murdered. It is a dynamic and exciting city filled with possibility so if you’re enticed and convinced, get on a plane and I will take you on my very own food tour of the 200 meters surrounding my house. Outside of Mexico City, there’s so much more to see. We ventured down to the beachside town of Mazunte, which is filled with people from all over the world who stumbled across the town and never left. They’ve opened vegetarian
cafes, organic skin care shops and hostels on the two small streets that make up Mazunte, giving it a very laid back and hippy feeling. Something I’ve learnt during this trip is when a town has an alternative, hippy energy it can easily go one way or the other. Yoga classes, vegan cafes, jewelry shops, cold pressed juices and probiotic, raw deserts are the benefits brought to a town by hippy travelers. This set up attracts some wonderful and open-minded people, ready for great conversations over cups of chai tea. Unfortunately, it can also feature “I’ve been here for 3 months and I’m never leaving” kind of hippies that choose not to shower in order for their body’s natural oils to cleanse them, don’t shave their underarms and wear nothing but small strips of leather. One evening we made the hike from San Ag back across the bay to Mazunte as I had heard that was a great lookout to watch the sunset. We didn’t really know where we were going, but walked through pretty thick jungle and popped out on the edge of a bay where we could see for miles down the Pacific coast. For 15 minutes we had the area completely to ourselves and it was so peaceful, and then a 10 person travelling nudist gypsy band arrived, and it quickly became less peaceful. Either way, we captured some photos before things got too weird and escaped before they tried to recruit us. San Marcos definitely featured its fair share of slightly crazy people too, including a woman who called herself the white elf – she wore prosthetic elf ears and painted her face completely white everyday. There was a lot of African drum making, body painting and rug weaving occurring on a daily basis in our hostel, but this was part of the magic of the area. Maybe it was because of the energy given off by the three volcanoes, the welcoming attitude of the locals or the amount of weed smoked in the town – no matter who you are or how your ears are shaped, you are accepted and embraced with open arms in San Marcos and Lake Atitlan. I turned up to Mexico in July with virtually no Spanish (not recommended), limited knowledge about the country and without knowing a single person. Four months later, I have a pretty good grasp of the Spanish language, I’ve travelled to a decent chunk of the region and learnt about it’s history and culture, and I’ve made lifelong friends in the country that is going to guarantee many happy returns. Thank you, Mexico, you’re crazy and brilliant and I’ll miss you. ¶
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12 THINGS I’VE LEARNT at 21 There comes a time in one’s life, usually following an existential crisis or the surpassing of a milestone birthday, where the fog of yesteryear is lifted and you begin to see things clearly. I think I’m there now. What I lack, however, is a vaguely interested audience and a wise man beard to stroke while contemplating life’s mysteries. Alas forgetting to shave my legs this week doesn’t make me qualified for this kind of Aristotle shit but I’m going to go for it anyway. 1. A whisper of confidence is more motivating than a shower of appreciation. 2. Nothing good ever happens after 2am. That’s not to say whatever does happen won’t seem like the greatest idea at the time. 3. A red light doesn’t always mean stop. A red light can be inviting too. Think of Amsterdam. Consider this figuratively, rather than literally. 4. A great love is the perfect balance of comfort and crazy. This is rare so if you find it, hold on for dear life. 5. Some people are simply beige. Nothing they wear, do or say is going to make them a colourful person. The best thing you can do is be a rainbow in a world of beige. 6. Bad situations and hard times should be cherished. If we truly were smart, we would actually anticipate them. They are the best medicine for the soul. 7. If you’re a girl, your best judge of character or situation decoder is your dad. Your mum, on the
other hand, will always play the role of your greatest fan. 8. Ignorance is never bliss. Bliss isn’t living in the shadows. Bliss is turning towards the sunlight, and challenging it through squinted lids. Only then will you learn enjoy the full array of life’s offerings. 9. Talking through issues in the immediate aftermath of trauma will make them worse. Go for a run, blast music, paint a mess, pray to something. 10. Every single thing begins as a rebound. We are perpetually bouncing off setbacks. That’s growth and it’s fantastic. 11. Karma is Regina George; a straight up bitch if you cross her, or your best friend if you succumb. Never wish the worst for someone who wronged you, because karma will eventually bite you in the ass. 12. All struggles come from being the person you are versus the person you are expected to be. True happiness only comes when your persona and character match up.
PISCES 19 FEBRAURY - 20 MARCH Um, Pisces, sorry to interrupt you from your inner spiritual journey but your quiet time is over and it’s time to wake up and get wild! The sun is in your sign and it’s as bright as a diamond this birthday month. But, you’re going to have to keep your ego in check. I can see a potential partner making their way into your sign that may outshine you and your spotlight but there’s more to this one than meets the ol’ peepers so make sure you give them a chance… when your birthday “gifts” begin to run dry, you’ll be in need of someone whose gifts just keep giving.
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SAGGITARIUS 22 NOVEMBER - 21 DECEMBER It’s the end of the fiesta and time for a siesta, Sagittarius. It’s been a busy start to the year and it’s almost past the point of no return. You need to take a step back, let someone else take the wheel and get a handle on your priorities. For the meantime, remember that your demanding nature is only cute in the bedroom. Sometimes it’s okay to give up control.
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CAPRICORN 22 DECEMBER - 19 JANUARY STOP Capricorn- who are you, Dorothy!? The adventure you seek is much closer to home. Learn to be happy where you are; learn to embrace what you already have and the people that are currently surrounding you. I know you have an adventurous nature, however the best way to avoid ending up in the witches castle is not get hit in the head by a window in a twister in the first place.
SCORPIO 23 OCTOBER - 21 NOVEMBER Feel the sting of your own venom this month Scorpio. You are a fine example of what passion and determination can do when they come together, and it’s not always pretty. You’ve stung some people on your way to the top, so you never know, taking the back seat could be the perfect antidote to your wounded relationships. We know your blood’s been boiling but now is the perfect opportunity for you to sort out your inner turmoil and make an effort with a few people who may have been neglected of late. But don’t you worry your pretty little head, Mercury leaves you next month and you can begin to remove the bandages - this backwards world will soon be turned right back around.
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AQUARIUS 20 JANUARY - 18 FEBRUARY Blow out the candles as the sun bids you adieu, Aquarius. Your birthday celebrations have come to an end; you’re one year older and hopefully one year wiser. It’s time to rein in the partying and return to what you know; making the world a better place. You don’t want to be the photo that gets posted on Facebook outside of peak time that doesn’t get any likes. Shut the door on yesteryear and get back to work just like everyone else.
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ARIES 21 MARCH - 19 APRIL All too often you confuse yourself with your namesake, Ares (the Greek God of war) and you’ve become a hot mess because of it. We all know you like to lead the pack and while you’re No. 1 in your world, sometimes you’ve just got to sit on the bench while the rest of the team does what they can to compensate. Take a breather., let go of the old and embrace the present.
TAURUS 20 APRIL - 20 MAY All you Bulls out there better pack your bags for an extended stay at Heartbreak Hotel. Just like that, you’re going to figure out why the guest star in your threesome seems so familiar: they’ve been in a previous episode. While love hasn’t conquered you this time Taurus I do know that physical pleasures and material goods will be your salvation as you drown your sorrows. Take care of yourself and revel in the deliciousness of excess.
GEMINI 21 MAY - 20 JUNE Apologies for my interruption Gemini, it’s just so hard to get a word in with you. However, this month will bring your usual excitable chatter an edge this month, with career and university opportunities chasing you for once! But remember, not everyone is as happy for you as you are. With jealousy in full force, save face and avoid putting your own expectations on others. When the rain on your parade turns inevitably turns monsoonal, tell those sporting a little greeneyed monster how you feel rather than what they did wrong. Congrats from me though - you’ve earned it! (I wouldn’t want to get on your bad side).
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CANCER 21 JUNE - 22 JULY Have you been hanging out with Jason DeRulo, Cancer? All I can see is lipstick stamps on your passport! For such a homebody you are in the mood for a little adventure this month. Now you’re free of ‘s/he who shall not be named,’ its time to reconnect with all this world has to offer… your only issue is that you keep bring up The Issue. Unfortunately, a large dose of regret does not mean you’ve learned your lesson.
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LEO 23 JULY - 22 AUGUST Uh oh Leo, that wasn’t just a power outage – the winds of change have shifted the spotlight and suddenly you’re in the dark. Take a hint and bow out gracefully, its time to get your hands dirty behind the scenes for a while. We know this is something you hate, but it’s absolutely necessary. Spend this month rejuvenating and until you find a new way back on stage rather than returning to old habits for the attention. Even if this déjà vu comes to you in the form of an ex, déjà do not go there.
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VIRGO 23 AUGUST - 22 SEPTEMBER Now that the honeymoon phase has subsided and your rose-coloured glasses have been removed it’s time to face the truth. While you’re always the butt of jokes for your attention to detail and sharp mind, not everyone can keep up. Don’t forget you’re just as perfect as they are. For so long you’ve been looking for a punching bag and finally it’s not your reflection. Just remember, not everyone can take your criticism like you can.
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LIBRA 23 SEPTEMBER - 22 OCTOBER Surprise, surprise.. look who is out to play! Following a very elusive few weeks (or months, lol), March comes with a wealth of potential if you’re willing to get out of your granny pants. Libra’s love to be at home with that special someone, but take some time to get out and live a little. We know you’re a little stiff but much like your favourite recliner, they’ll still be waiting for you when you go home.
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