the thing about running away from your problems, is that they almost always come back to bite you in the nads.

and dang that's gonna hurt!


wish I had been warned in the folly of my youth.

fader

found this while clearing out my phone.

24 Dec 2009
imagine this,
the year was 2006. Christmas eve.
flew into melbourne at ard 9pm.
feeling pretty miserable.
in love. in(unrequited) love.

pick me, choose me, love me.

that was the year. slept Christmas away. 18 full hours.
save for the periodic reliefs to the bathroom.
exhaustion or depression,
rest or relief,
love or nothing.

it's now 2009.
paris beckons.
change.
him.

memories are important.
so for the record Josh you make me feel like the happiest girl in the world.
i love you

sitting up in my bed.
sleepless.

wondering wot it'll be like if i didn't need to have a job. all that time wasted making money..
i'd rather use that time to learn new skills.
like cooking and baking,
or how to hem my pants,
or learn a new language like french.
to finally learn to drive and drum,
to be a volunteer at a home.
or to sit in the library,
consumed by the books around me......

wot i'll do if i didn't have a day job?





p.s. i'll gladly trade in the 'Around the World Shopping' perks for a Life without Day Jobs.

hello world!
this here is a cocotte. according to the french that is. basically it's a dutch oven; a thick-walled cooking pot. Or a more common term for it is casserole. but it sounds terribly dull in british english(casserole).
they're my star buy at the mall yesterday. there was a sale and these babies went for €1 each.
no!??

yes they did!:)

spent the last hour searching for cocotte recipes online.
And thanks to the fact that it's well into winter i won't have problems packing 'em into my suitcase.(read: winter clothes - scarve, coat, knit, knit option2, knit dress, furry hat)
paddings galore.


this was taken last week while walking along bleeker street.
we were lucky that day, weather held up and it stayed a balmy 12 degrees so a simple cardi sufficed. That guy claimed to be a fashion blogger from paris and wanted a photo for his blog. it validated the extra 10mins spent on eye make-up. i was so exhausted though, 8 hour flight from frankfurt + battling the jet-lag.
wanting to put my feet up versus wasting precious minutes in the mother of all cities in the world: New York.
i'm sure some would beg to differ but it's my personal favourite and i would give an arm and a leg to be there over the holidays with josh of course. doesn't seem to be working out as i hoped though.
fingers still crossed...

and a parting shot of muffin with a bouquet from Nas for being an unwilling important person in my upcoming celebrations. pfft!