the bestfriend and peanut butter

It's times like these when you get in a really bad mood you realise the small things that really make your life better. Like my bestfriend. And good friends that are normal and don't play games. And peanut butter on rice cakes. Flavoured milk. Zac Efron movies. How I Met Your Mother. A glass of cold water. Exercise. Someone returning your umbrella.

Then there are those times when you're in a bad mood and bad stuff keeps on happening. Like going to 7 Eleven on one dollar day and finding that all the flavoured milk and ice creams and chips are sold out. Then going to another 7 Eleven and having the same thing happen. And the store clerk smiling in joy at the fact you missed out.

But let's focus on the umbrella returning eh?

a good excuse. a perfect truth.

Hey bloggers, I'm back in Melbourne and got back to uni today. Sydney was a blast, best trip I've had to the great city (apart from WYD08 of course). Lot's of shopping, dining, relaxing, walking and living. I got really excited about celebrating Bastille day at Baroque, eating Copenhagen icecream again and going back to my favourite german bakery in Town Hall. I'm currently experiencing withdrawals; Melbourne will have to do for now ;). Here are a couple of happy snaps of my trip >>


The photo on the left is me being really disappointed that I can't open the booth do get in. The after shot shows me in it. Apparently I wasn't pulling the door hard enough.

Sunny day at Darling Harbour. We had the best ice cream in the world at a Swiss parlour. Seriously the best ever. Yes, it might have even been better than Copenhagen ice cream. Shh don't tell them.

That's our two desserts at Baroque Bistro and Bar on The Rocks. Macaroons and the loveliest cheesecake with a white chocolate coating, ice cream and bread crumbs.

Err that's just me walking in The Rocks >

This is me again. On the double deck trains of Syd. We should invest in some of these. This lovely lass is my mother. And the Opera House. Fancy.

I had to take a pic of the dress bellow. It was amazing. You can't tell in the photo but it had heaps of little diamonds on it and the back is cut out and has a huge bow on the lower back. If only it could be mine!

Yes, another one of me. We took a late night stroll in Hyde Park on out first day. Sydney is always a few degrees warmer than Melbourne so a light jacket was all we needed at night. I was suprised.

be right back.

I'm packing my suitcase right now and leaving for Sydney tomorrow morning. YAY. I'll be back in about a week, until then...

How does this make you feel?

I know that I don't know anything.

Do you ever feel superficial? Like you're not being true to yourself? I don't know. Sometimes I feel like I'm not living the way I should be. Like I'm saying or doing things because I think that's what is expected or seems right. To be honest, I don't really even know who the real me is. Where do I begin finding out? If the actions we display shape what we become, does that mean I'm an awful person? I don't always say or think beautiful things, there are bad thought I have that I wouldn't want anyone to hear. Am I the only one? Does a bad thought make me a bad person? Well, I don't think so. But how else can we define the real us? Who am I?