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I don’t know much, but I do know…

Trying to fix your mobile charger with a soldering iron doesn’t work. You end up using your Dad’s old clunky phone because your own phone is rendered flat and useless. Having a lamp lit ‘Storytime’ session with your friends, reading aloud old diary entries ensures hilarity.Singstar + work colleagues = fun. Strawberries taste nicer when you pick them yourself, even if it means you have to spend more time washing them than devouring them.

If you are a teacher and you go to shopping centres during school holidays, you WILL see your students. When trying new cocktail recipes, your efforts seem to improve with the more you make (and drink!) Hours at work may drag, but biannual dental appointments arrive in a flash.

Chocolate and water tastes better when it’s cold. Summer colds suck. There’s something nice about knowing that you are someone a friend calls in a 4am crisis. I will think nothing of spending $20 on a cocktail at 1am but will use the same disposable razor for months until it grates my legs.

You can tell a lot about someone from the content of their ipod. The world always seems a better place after a hot shower. Kissing is underrated. It’s always an appropriate time to play a John Farnham song. It’s always bin day. My self belief escalates rapidly if my nails are painted.

That’s all for now.

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It’s less than 3 months to go until I take the step off the diving board, take the leap and become insanely unique by doing the same thing as all those before me. I am heading overseas to work and play and I can hardly wait.

While sifting my way through piles dictionaries and conjugating Italian verbs for four years, the thought of devouring gelati in Rome, instead of on Lygon Street kept me going. I would sit on the train on the way home from lectures listening to my ‘Travel’ playlist on my ipod and envy every Facebook album of friends on foreign beaches that popped up when I logged in, reminding me of all the things I wasn’t doing.

So in 2 months and 28 days, I will be setting off, through Hong Kong, Western Europe, to the U.S. with a sprinkle of Canada … with less clothes in my bag than I would normally wear in a week, without the homely comforts of Mint Slices, the Sunday Herald Sun magazine and ‘Packed to the Rafters’ showing up on my TV every Tuesday. Without the physical presence of the people who rotate my world, but with the knowledge that they are always a phone call away. But secure with the knowledge that not risking it would be the biggest risk of all.

Any advice? Any recommendations? I need your help, you gorgeous people…

(Really happy about going here again…)       

I encountered an interesting old, old lady this week. She made me cry.

Well, she didn’t intend to. I didn’t know her. And it wasn’t her so much, rather her whole situation.

We took some Grade 3 students to visit the Nursing Home across the road and I watched with pride and wonderment as these kids, who run around like crazies most of the day, presented themselves as polite, sweet cherubs. They chatted to the residents in rehearsed sentences, making friendly enquiries about families, children, lives.

Most of the elderly ladies, seated at Bingo tables in lavender and silky scarves, chatted to them about kittens, First Communions and school. Both parties were doing a good job at making pleasent conversation.

Except for one lady, hunched over a walking frame, reciting poetry in a loud and commanding voice to an 8 year old audience of mesmorised (although somewhat frightened) children. These kids stood in front of her like statues, with glassy, teary eyes as they listened to her speak with grand gestures.

It was a moment in which the Earth seemed to stand still. I watched the old lady and the children, and no one else in the world existed. Them and Me. Me and them. When I glanced up at my best friend, another teacher who came along, I knew she had seen the water creeping into my eyes.

Especially when a little boy whispered, “You’ve got a real talent there!” A smile lit up the lady’s face and she exclaimed, “Fancy you telling me something like that! Gosh!”

The lady told me she was 89. Born on the West Australian goldfields, she used to recite that poem, in the same clear, commanding voice, when she was young. I imagined her narrating in front of large crowds. Except that now she only speaks to the same people, other resident and visiting strangers. And I dreaded that day, if it ever comes, when I will have wisdom and experience, but no room left for fresh new future dreams…

black white melbourne

Melbourne, I’m trying. I really am. And you are doing things to lure me in, to like you a little bit each more, by displaying something you know I can’t resist. Even if it’s just for a few minutes. You’re sneaky like that.

You know I like Sydney much more then you. I know, I know, it displays absolutely no loyalty on my part. It’s just that Sydney thrusts such obvious beauty. The long warm days, frangipani growing through fences at Bondi. The Manly ferry. The Sydney Harbour Bridge. The Opera House. The trains with those seats that flip around, so you can always face your friends on the ride home. I mean, how can I not like it?

sydney fireworks

But then you go and give me sunsets that are peak through Winter clouds and fill up my whole kitchen with orange light. You let the Nightrider bus drop me safely outside my house after a big night in your centre and you only ask for $3 in return. You open a Lindt chocolate cafe, invite good musicals to play (you KNOW I love ‘Mary Poppins’! You’ve done your research…) and light up the trees in Collins steet to match.

As the days become milder and longer, when your freezing Winter mornings disappear, you know I won’t be able to help myself. You will gently offer picnics in the Botanical gardens, suck me in with Spring Fashion Week and lazy afternoons eating gelati from my balcony while I watch the skyscrapers light up in your city scape.

When Summer rolls around you know that you’ll really have me. I’ll probably be helpless then. It will be our last Summer together for a while. The last of the hurried afternoons searching for the perfect fascinator for the Spring Races. The last trip to stand behind the queue while watching the lolly coloured puppets dance inside the Myer Christmas windows.

Distance will make the heart grow fonder. By the time I return  we will inevitably be in lust, if not love. And Melbourne, you will have won.

Who Am I?

Sometimes, when I am bored after work, standing in my classroom and can’t be bothered doing something productive such as setting up tomorrow’s activities, I do the dance to ‘Stop’ by the Spice Girls.

I love headbands. This is inspired by Blair from G.G. I may never have her wealth, but at least I can have her headbands. XOXO.

I used to live on a farm and breed frogs when I was little. I thought I could save the world, one tadpole at a time. I was also really bored.

I paint my nails while I am in bed. This means that I have to sleep with my hands crossed on my chest. I know it’s weird but I never get time to do them otherwise and I now have it down to a smudge-free fine art.

One day, I want to live in Northern N.S.W and have a big white house on stilts that has dark wood floors. I love getting to school in the morning and having to turn on the air conditioner and the thought of doing this almost every day makes me almost faint with excitement.

I have two favourite girls names, ‘Sophie’ and ‘Lucy’. So if I ever have boys, I might need to call them ‘Sophie’ & ‘Lucy’. Poor kids.

Cate Blanchett and I have lived in the same suburb.Yeah, we’re pretty cool.

I studied Italian for 16 years. I can pretty much only remember how to say ‘Ho studiato italiano all’universita`. Non ho ricordo tanta della lingua’.         ‘I studied italian at university. I don’t remember much of the language’.)       And I don’t even know if that is grammatically correct. However I do sound impressive reading off menus at Italian restaurants.

My name starts with L.

You guessed it. It’s me!

Yep, I reckon the song is right. The best things in life ARE free. Or can probably be found at Mimco.

My thoughts on this?

Expressing my love of places through cupcakes. (I arrived back from a road trip to Metung today. It’s worth it, even if it takes 4 hours to get there).

Expressing my love through cupcakes

Roadtrips to places that involve a pier. And feature places praised with cupcakes. And some of my fave people. I peered into the water here yesterday and spotted a big black crab waving his claw at me! (Plus I displayed my superb, ahem, athletic skills as I dodged my friends attempts to push me in.)

Metung pier

Lazy days and board games.

Trivial Pursuit

Celebratin’ (this pic is from the Melbourne Cup, although I am up for this at ANY time!)

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Singstar until my ability to even speak has diminished.

Singstar

Returning home and my bro has left the house relatively clean. Maybe the no parents thing will work for a short while…maybe.

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alice in wonderland wisdom

(Pic from quotablecards.com)

I really like to believe in impossible things sometimes.

For instance, I bought a pair of pink and black Dunlop Volleys today to wear on the school camp this week, because I didn’t want to wreck my usual runners. I am holding out hope that I won’t be wearing the same shoes as all the ten & eleven year old girls on the camp. I know this is impossible.

I like to believe that I won’t get homesick during my big trip next year. I am pretty certain this won’t happen, since I am surrounded by amazing people at home who mean everything to me. I know that I really won’t cope well without Vegemite, ‘Packed to the Rafters’ (which is coming back on TV this week, woohoo!) and long lazy days spent slathered in coconut sunscreen, eating gelati and listening to Jason Mraz songs while lying on THIS beach with my friends.

yep, i love it!

I entertain the belief that I will grow up to look like (or at least be as cool as) Kylie Minogue. I have held this belief since I was about 6. Not letting go.

kylie

And I’m pretty damn sure that I’m going to marry Hamish Blake.

I believe that one day I will have strong, healthy, awesome nails. Not the crappy flaky ones I have now that seem to break whenever I use my hands.

I believe that denim look leggings don’t look good on many people. And that Roald Dahl books can cure everything.

I believe that one day I will get a job as an Official Taste Tester for Cadbury. One of my friends bought a me a keyring with this title on it, so this belief can’t be that impossible. Not sure where the teaching career comes into it all though.

I believe that if you dream something enough, sometimes it will come true. So needless to say, I believe in happily ever after.

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...and it got me thunking... A dip platter is my idea of a perfect meal beach Beyonce` would know Bill Cosby was right and kids do say the darndest things birthday girl bloggers bloggers who rock boys with black nail polish are the sex bushfires champagne child of the 80s chocolate Christmas cupcakes make the world go round dancing to cheesy songs could end war forever david jones dogs are some of the best people i know dreaming family fashion fashion thrills me forwards free friends morph into family frogs Gen Y gluten Gossip Girl XOXO half a letter and half a list Hamish Blake gives me a lift on my ride home Hard to believe but sometimes we are even cooler then Carrie Bradshaw headbands are what dreams are made of Heels equal power honest I'm actually 15 i'm bored therefore i blog i'm such a girl i adore kids books I am you are we are Australian I can't remember as I was a bit smashed i love HK and all its mango drinks i really hope you don't know me i still believe in Santa i wish i spoke in amazing quotations I would have a Diet Coke IV if i could jokes just a moment life long love Lilo Lily Allen Melbourne Miley Cyrus miranda kerr my friends are the best friends once upon a time i loved Hanson parents are intesting sometimes read my brain sad but true sometime i think little kids are smarter then me Spice Girls Spring has sprung Summer Sunday Taylor Swift teaching this show is my life travel unrealistic is more realistic we're all dying too weekends when I'm bored I'm crazy when will i will i be famous? Winter yes i rock singstar

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