Trying out some new looks

I've been trying out a few looks given my modelling gig on Friday.

Always wondered what I would look like blonde. Of course now that I've said that, I'll have some horrible accident which will necessitate dying it blonde. 

This makes me look like a nanny.
(my mum really likes it :\  )

Also green eyes and red hair. Not creepy at all. Imagine the halo as some cute sweatband.

Getting in touch with my asian roots.

Like I didn't look like a little boy already.

The lipstick really draws attention away from the bars.

Maybe I'll just stick with the classic look, and rock the Blue Steel.

Sah pretty. 

Ten days, you guys!

Found my spirit animal

A Poem About Pin Cleaning from the Perth Halo Clinic Poet Laureate.

The twice-daily ritual of pin-cleaning must be,
The worst part of having a halo. You see,
There are four open holes circumferencing my head,
And they are all prone to getting wicked infected.

The little bacterial beasties always attempt to attack,
We must use cotton buds and blue liquid to fight them back.
And also make sure skin doesn't grow up on the pins,
Otherwise you can't tell where head stops and halo begins.

It's been the battleground for many a row,
As a duty my father would rather disavow.
But he keeps returning to the task, like a knight does to battle.
Which is even braver than someone whom the job doesn't rattle.

The task must be done twice daily, every day, every week
Over three long months, we refine the technique.
We have done it 134 times to date.
Only 34 to go.... we can't wait.

Good Things About Being an Angel

Let's play the positivity game and list a couple of ways the vest has benefited me! 

• Bartenders and wait staff fall over themselves to help you.
• At High Tea the other day we waited for 15 minutes for a fresh batch of sandwiches. I stuck my hand up, and the waitress was right there.

• Strangers become very helpful
• A woman saw I was trying to blindly put my phone in my bag and kindly and unexpectedly lifted my bag for me, to my total confusion because I couldn't see what was happening.

• Weight loss
• The vest is a rigid shell fitting right over my stomach. There is a hard limit to how much I can fit in my belly at any one time. That, together with increased energy requirements, means that I have lost 5kg! Yippee! 
• (I hope that's not all muscle.)

• You don't have your head falling down awkwardly when you fall asleep watching TV.

• You never have to be designated driver. 
• You can drink your wine with a straw.
• Rock-hard abs.

So many wins! Looks like I might have to keep the vest around after it comes off.

Halo Haiku

Combing greasy hair.

Dandruff flurries down like snow.

Goodbye, vanity.

Eating my breakfast.

Eggs spilling from fork to lap.

Can't look down to see.

Fashion? Irrelevant.

No one's looking at my clothes.

Rocking the halo.

Sleeping? Yeah it's fine.

I lie on my side. No probs.

I've said that a lot.

No, I can't shower.

Hosed down like an animal.

Thanks for reminder.

The pins are crusty

Fetid, Oozing, Infected

Totes Unnecesary.

Chores that I can’t do,

Laundry. Chopping. Mopping. Dishes.

Halo’s a free pass.

Only four more weeks.

Goodbye consequences of

Broken-ass neck.

This is my Bon Jovi Moment