Monday, 29 June 2009
Saturday, 27 June 2009
Monday, 23 February 2009
Sunday, 15 February 2009
I have an imaginary friend. It came about from a drawing that Michael Leunig did for me at a book signing. I wanted a picture of his duck. The duck that follows Leunig around in his cartoons. I’m not sure when or how, but I decided a couple of years after seeing this picture daily that I would have my own duck follow me around.
About a month before I came to London I went on a Buddhist Dharma Gathering – a meditation retreat – with my mother. While on the retreat the idea came up that nothing actually exists – all that there is, is what you create via your senses. Kind of. That’s how I interpreted the theory anyway. It made me think that there is really no difference between what is “real” and what is real in my mind.
We went on a walk through the bush/rainforest/scrub/beach…. And I was thinking of how sad it is that fairies don’t actually exist (it was fairytale like setting). Lightbulb. There’s no reason they can’t if the only thing that matters is that they exist in my mind.
Et Voila. My duck came to life.
As time went on, duck started developing personality quirks and clothing habits. He’s my own little Buddha following me around and supporting me in his own quiet way. Duck doesn’t speak much, but he has a certain way with expressions.
I once told someone upon my arrival in London that everyone should have their own imaginery friend. His response was that everyone would end up in an institution.
Duck obviously disagrees – because ever since, ducks in some form or other, have surprised me by popping up on unexpected occasions almost daily. I think he likes to let me know that they’re looking after me, whether I’m thinking about them or not. Every time I see one, I know I’m on the right track….
So if you see some random duck images pop up on this blog - you know why.
Saturday, 7 February 2009
In the very beginning, some variation on this is said:
“if a guy doesn’t return your call…etc…perhaps what we need to admit is:
HES JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU”
What I think we need to admit, and what I practically shouted at the screen instead of HES JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU was:
P.S. Scarlett over Connolley
Sunday, 1 February 2009
So I'm planning on putting something together this week regarding that.
Lots of Love
Saturday, 31 January 2009
Hanging gold utensils. The amount of work that must have gone into this was incredible. And. It looks pretty. Also reminiscent of a particular abfab episode:
Thursday, 29 January 2009
Wednesday, 24 December 2008
Saturday, 20 December 2008
Sunday, 14 December 2008
Saturday, 13 December 2008
Which is probably why I haven't touched this for so long.
But - given that I'm about to "embark on a new adventure" as my dad has been saying, I should probably start putting some words down again.
I'm off to London. Although anyone wasting their time reading this would probably know me, and therefore, that.
Anyway - I'm pretty f***ing excited. However, I'm having a thought:
I have to be honest here - I'm getting nervous about where I'll be living.
Don't get me wrong - I'm all for living in the dodgy end of town, where trannies and hookers hang out outside my boudoir and know my name. That doesn't scare me.
On the other hand, muggings and murders co-existing on my street oversteps a limit to the bohemian life I've always wanted to lead.
The issue here - everything I've ever been super-afraid of...has tended to happen to me.
Perhaps this shouldn't be looked at negatively - maybe I've subconsciously put myself in situations where I know my fears will be challenged. I guess that supposes a sort of bravery on my part.
I can't watch crime tv shows. They make me envisage my own self as a victim in various CSI Miami situations. Please don't let this be another fear that comes true.
But, if something worthy of a csi episode does occur - I can't complain about life so far. It's been pretty sweet.
Monday, 30 June 2008
Not so much with my stomach.
Is this what I'm going to do all holidays? Procrastinate take home exams by watching countless hours of shit American TV?
Dont get me wrong - I have discovered something else today, an else which does not involve disgusting mixtures of breakfast foods. A new Tuesday tradition began this afternoon at the new Italian cafe in Kirribilli. Outside, in winter sun - coffee and salami baguette...and good living liftout, after a long walk around the harbour.
Finished it off with a sly sideways glance at flightcentre without giving away a too obvious look of longing in my face.
Tuesday, 22 April 2008
Monday, 14 April 2008
Thursday, 6 December 2007
Thursday, 22 November 2007
I saw the best Emily Valentine impersonation the other night. Perfect really. I want her to cut my hair.
Turn your back on mother nature:
(DONT!) 1 day until the election.
Everybody wants to rule the world:
Its my own design:
Some boy came up to me the other night and said "I just want you to know that you're awesome"
Thats my line...just replace awesome with beautiful.
He had good hair.
Its my own remorse:
Can people track their myspace viewers? If they can, im in serious social shit.
I fell in love a few times this week
A boy without facial hair. im developing obviously. Although he was a musician, so perhaps not developing at fast enough rate.
Friday, 9 November 2007
in morning, microwave frozen blueberries in uncovered bowl for 1 minute.
at nighttime, make a cup of tea, as u usually take tea.
forget about it for a good hour.
put it in microwave to reheat, for about 1 minute?
goes well with: reduced fat blueberry muffin.
Gingerbread lattes from starbucks are good.
Thursday, 25 October 2007
An excerpt from my day. Obviously went a little mental after a whole day of unpacking boxes in a warehouse. unpack my box, i say.
"and here i am eating carbonara out of the saucepan. i had a spare serving left, i was going to message cute boys and say "come lick my bowl" but then i stood over the stove and ate the rest while drinking red wine and talking to C on the phone.
Youll be the cutest person with braces ever. ask about getting them on the back if ur stressed. Ill buy u cute accessories for them. like bands with daisies on them or some shit.
If u cant eat - try sucking on some chocolate. I was going to say "my dick",,, but then ur friends...and mine who stalk me, will think im a freak. or a transvestite. They are not the same. obvs. x"
Friday, 19 October 2007
Thursday, 4 October 2007
Someone get me a lomo and I will have no more excuses
I think Hayley took some. while i was laughing uncontrollably. on floor? something to do with a soap dispenser.
Mermaid theme -
there was one
and nat knew the movie. it was very exciting to learn. i heart nat.
Also learnt that I do not enjoy being demanded into introducing myself. And then being insulted by it - something to do with shaking hands. I probably brought it on myself, a small amount. If only people were kinder.
Lesson 3: Dont drink so much booze. Im 22. I should know better than to end up in a gutter, not being able to move. Except for nodding head. yes. I want to go home. No. I do not want hungry jacks. no I do not need to vomit. Yes. I do need you to pull the cab over. Yes. Now i feel better...yes, someone from college will probably see that tomorrow. Yes. I do want to go back to the party now.
yes i acted like a drunk 15 year old.
yes i am very embarrassed.
no i will not learn from it.
Monday, 3 September 2007
Saturday, 1 September 2007
"MH IS...contemplating the scent of a mans cologne. Ex? Or is it the scent of someone left on my pillow?"
The man driving my bus the other day wore a tophat. He also had black fingernails and long hair. Which is fine. except he would take off the tophat while driving, but make sure he would put it on at each bus stop when he was taking coins from riders (of said bus).
I was slightly enchanted, mostly creeped.