'Cause I'm no longer anxious and my name's not really Jane.
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Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Happiness
Mates for 10 years. No idea the other was in Lagos on that very night, let alone the same bar.
Travler
My brother is sending me daily updates from wherever he happens to be on the sunny continent. Paris, Spain and now Portugal. I send him updates from my desk, he is not so interested in teaching framework or science experiments. I feel like he will walk into my room at any second, lay his giant self on my bed while I'm typing away and start with the line that so often begins all his conversations with me: "Hey, so I've got an idea..."
It's odd not to have him around, if I think about it too much I start over-evaluating my own life, which never can be a good thing, especially for an anxiety ridden Pisces! So I won't. I'll just sit here and refresh Facebook every 5 seconds looking at the photos of crisp blue skies, chocolate croissants and cigarettes. And plan my jaunt over there.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Montmatre, via Flavour Tang.
Layne flew to Paris yesterday. He is safely halfway, or thereabouts, in Beijing. He had Pizza Hut for breakfast because the only other option open in the terminal at 5am on a Sunday was Flavour Tang, which had plastic samples of all their meals in the window. I saw this when I went to Tokyo and thought it was the most naff thing I'd ever seen. Baby brother thinks so too!
See ya, Chingy.
Come home to me soon, you.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Dearly betrothed
I'm at an 80 year old couple's wedding. I can't explain how or why, the story is far too complex ( read boring). I'm taking pictures of myself to keep entertained. And arguing the difference between luge and skeleton.
How much do you wish you were me ?
Friday, July 8, 2011
Oh, baby baby
Another gorgeous little human has entered my life! Vera Angela Crisapulli was born 8/7/2011 at around 1.50am! Everyone is healthy and well, a beautiful first daughter to the divine Maya and my Bestie Cana, and a little sister to the delightful No-no.
Enough gushing. Here's the babe:
Enough gushing. Here's the babe:
God is gracious
My friend Brookie gave birth to a little girl last week, her name is Ivy Jean. Ivy didn't cry once in the few hours I was with her - even when I sung! - and was so aware of what was going on around her. Ivy was born amid chaos and stress and a time of hardship for those around her but is the most poignant reminder of what is important in life. Her name means 'God's gift'; her middle name Jean is Hebrew for 'God is gracious'.
Whatever or whomever it is that we believe, it is clear there is something much higher than us and has plans for us long before we realise them or can make sense of them.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Hipsters w earrings.
Felt weird to even look up my blog - totes had no idea what I had written last.
I am still in a long distance relationship with Mel. I miss him. Side note: I accidentally wrote "home" then. I'm talking to Bestie on Skype which always makes me nostalgic. I am housesitting in Bondi at the moment, which obviously makes me an instant hipster. I am playing up to the role like you wouldn't believe - runs along the Bondi to Bronte (with the ever so trendy, obedient dog who trots alongside me smug as can be), coffee with my cousins every afternoon (well chai latte - but none of the other hipsters know I am too weak for coffee - same serrated cups!), sunday drinks at Ravesi's, tapas on Bondi Road, beach hair (i.e. can't be arsed doing it!), celebrity sightings. Speaking of which, I don't watch nearly enough Home and Away to live in this town. I feel like every time I venture out of the house I overhear some twentysomething whisper "OMG! It's (insert name)! From Home and Away!" as they cast their eyes upon their decade long crush, standing right in front of them. IN THE FLESH. I turn around in the hope I might know them, but alas, no idea. I did see one of them on Beach Rd - 'them' being an actor - ridin his skatey (that's how we talk around here, yo) with his long hair flowing in the afternoon breeze. Layno was with me as I said "We know him. I think." Layne, ever so eloquent, "He's probably from Homos and Gays". Turns out he's a judge on My Kitchen Rules. No, not the dancing French one. The other one.
I got my ears pierced again today. My brother came to visit and he wanted his done before he goes to Spain on Saturday - standard traveller attire, no? - and I just kinda copied. Didn't hurt though, the lady told me a new ear gun has been invented so it hurts less. It's for children mainly. She had a silky Spanish accent so I was too caught up listening to her dreamy vocal chords to realise the slight dig she had at me. Silky Piercer (porn name?) then proceeded to bleed me of 45 big ones for the pleasure of stabbing silver rods through my ears! Lucky me!
Must dash, Geordie Shore re-run awaits. Loving it.
I am still in a long distance relationship with Mel. I miss him. Side note: I accidentally wrote "home" then. I'm talking to Bestie on Skype which always makes me nostalgic. I am housesitting in Bondi at the moment, which obviously makes me an instant hipster. I am playing up to the role like you wouldn't believe - runs along the Bondi to Bronte (with the ever so trendy, obedient dog who trots alongside me smug as can be), coffee with my cousins every afternoon (well chai latte - but none of the other hipsters know I am too weak for coffee - same serrated cups!), sunday drinks at Ravesi's, tapas on Bondi Road, beach hair (i.e. can't be arsed doing it!), celebrity sightings. Speaking of which, I don't watch nearly enough Home and Away to live in this town. I feel like every time I venture out of the house I overhear some twentysomething whisper "OMG! It's (insert name)! From Home and Away!" as they cast their eyes upon their decade long crush, standing right in front of them. IN THE FLESH. I turn around in the hope I might know them, but alas, no idea. I did see one of them on Beach Rd - 'them' being an actor - ridin his skatey (that's how we talk around here, yo) with his long hair flowing in the afternoon breeze. Layno was with me as I said "We know him. I think." Layne, ever so eloquent, "He's probably from Homos and Gays". Turns out he's a judge on My Kitchen Rules. No, not the dancing French one. The other one.
I got my ears pierced again today. My brother came to visit and he wanted his done before he goes to Spain on Saturday - standard traveller attire, no? - and I just kinda copied. Didn't hurt though, the lady told me a new ear gun has been invented so it hurts less. It's for children mainly. She had a silky Spanish accent so I was too caught up listening to her dreamy vocal chords to realise the slight dig she had at me. Silky Piercer (porn name?) then proceeded to bleed me of 45 big ones for the pleasure of stabbing silver rods through my ears! Lucky me!
Must dash, Geordie Shore re-run awaits. Loving it.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
twenty four.
Spuni
I'm back at uni.
Day 4 and it's too hard and I'm too overwhelmed.
On another note, Anna Bligh is totally the new KRudd.
Day 4 and it's too hard and I'm too overwhelmed.
On another note, Anna Bligh is totally the new KRudd.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Conversations with DHMF
Me: "Do you think my hair looks long? I straightened it so it would look longer."
DF: "Well, it's longer. I wouldn't call it 'long' though."
Me: "Oh well, I read somewhere that if your hair doesn't grow for two months you should see a doctor."
DF: "You really thought you might be sick because your hair is short?"
Me: "Yes."
DF: "And what is going to happen to you, when you have real things - like mortgages, relationships, jobs and babies - to worry about?"
Ouch. I was only trying to discuss my hair.
DF: "Well, it's longer. I wouldn't call it 'long' though."
Me: "Oh well, I read somewhere that if your hair doesn't grow for two months you should see a doctor."
DF: "You really thought you might be sick because your hair is short?"
Me: "Yes."
DF: "And what is going to happen to you, when you have real things - like mortgages, relationships, jobs and babies - to worry about?"
Ouch. I was only trying to discuss my hair.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Just called to say hello.
Melbourne is like a rugged, handsome man, who looks beautiful in jeans and a jumper. He likes movies and food and sport - a little spot of shopping - and to party with his friends. He is kind and welcoming and familiar. He envelopes you in a hug that feels like you never left it. And now I feel like I've broken up with him, but we're trying to work things out, but LONG DISTANCE SUCKS, and it's always me flying down there, Melbourne never comes to visit me. I need to just trust my heart and go and be with him. Melbourne, I love you.
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