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?

crave

As one of those people enticed back into cooking after watching masterchef, I can't help but notice macaroons keep making appearances on the show. They keep dangling them on screen and I've never even had one! While looking for pictures and recipes, I came across an interesting little paragraph about the experience of eating a macaroon. So the next time I see them, I'm running home with them (the first time I try one shouldn't be my own concoction), pouring myself a glass of sweet wine, putting on some beautiful violin music or Edith Piaf and hop into a bubble bath.

Now you know.

I tire of you all so quickly.

I can't stand your anger, disappointment and stupidity.

All you do is complain about things you could easily change with a bit of positivity.

And then there are those you with hypersensitivity issues.

I say one word and you collapse. I state a fact and you fight back.

Oh and could you select a mode and stick with it?

I never know what I'm going to get.

I greet you with a smile, I get a nod.

I give up and nod at you tomorrow, and you will want to know what's wrong with me!

Perhaps ask yourself the same question.

you and me. and the band.

They're playing billboard in September. They aren't rolling stones popular; actually they arn't even Maroon5 popular, but I'm still keeping my fingers crossed we get tickets. And then I hope we get barrier. I like them a lot. You me at Six.

blah

I. need. a night. out.
Work. Sleep. Eat.
That's all I do.
I. want. to. party.

the journey has just begun

If you listen to this and don't feel IT, then you have a heart of stone.

i prefer video

I was thinking about movies that never get released properly; the ones that slip past any hype and silently make their way to dvd. The lost movies. This thought led me to remember some of my favourite movies from my childhood that were fantastic, but if I were to mention them to another person, they probably wouldn't know what I was on about. So to my lost favourite movies, a salute.

Reach For the Sky (1990)

Romanian; I always watched the english subbed version. Not usually a sport movie kind of person but this one really spoke to me way back. I ordered the VHS at the library so many times, I think I was the only one borrowing it.

Hans Christian Andersen (1952)

Probably an odd choice for a seven year old to hold as a favourite; it's a musical biography based on the life of Danish storyteller Hans Christian Andersen.

The Neverending Story III (1994)

I saw this one before the first two, and I fell in love with it. Dad then borrowed the first two, and I couldn't get through 30 minutes of them. But this one is gold. I bought a VHS I finally found at a carnival sale for 50cents; watching it as an adult, I never realised that a young Jack Black made an appearance!

did you know

That I think about you ever night before I fall asleep. I make sure that my last thoughts are kept for you and only you; to ensure my dreams are filled of us.

the dream

I realized something today. It's strange, because it was so important to me, but I don't think I ever fully appreciated receiving it. I longed for it to the point of crying and worked so hard to attain it. When I got it, I remember being over the moon. No, those are the wrong words. I buzzed. But I never took the minute to thank and be mindful that I was lucky enough to receive what I longed for. Today when I got home, I saw a picture I had placed on my cork board of my goal. I had placed it as a positive reminder for what I was working for. I look at it everyday. But today I saw it. And I finally realized that I was living my dream.

ggg

thankyou.

you're joking.

The long hours of studying for chemistry have fried my brain. I actually find these hilarious.

can i have this moment?

I have a masquerade ball fantasy. I dream about it, it plays out just like a fairytale. Although this one is a little darker than a disney movie. If there is one memory I want to own, it's this one.

to the garden!

maybe it's time for spring to show it's face; don't know if I want these getting dirty

must take my own advice

everything always relates back to pokemon

What makes you feel as though you've stepped back in time, to those days when you were just a kid, worrying about the next trick on the monkey bars and that boy you married in the playground yesterday?(There was Michael, Justin and Joshua. And yes the marriages all lasted a beautiful day. Except Justin; after our honeymoon he married Elaine. He always had a wandering eye that one.) I love it when I experience something from my childhood that makes me forget all my problems and feel intrinsically happy.


Turning on the television in the morning and realising pokemon is on. Experiencing that, I swear I was 9 years old. It felt odd to be a child for a few seconds, but it brought so much joy. That's why children are always so chipper, they have no reason not to be. No worries. Going for a drive to find homes with christmas lights. Waking up in the morning, and being the first one out of bed, the first one to turn on the tv with the house still dark. That takes me back. Random rant. I don't like kids though.