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computer crazy [18 May 2009|05:55pm]
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The purchase of a very new, very shiny silver MacBook late one Sunday afternoon has made me quite the happy bunny of late. I've decided I can do everything from it - watch tv, download music, order food, look at shiny pretty things (ahem popsugar and ffffound.com), work from home, yes everything.

I'm hoping to revive this blog because I miss it, and when I look back on it, it's been quite a diary for me. And it's neat to have a record of this kind of stuff.

The matchboxing is continuing. Each box is my successive favourite. I especially like this one because it has a certain sense of vulnerability to it, it's off center, it's living, it needs to be taken care of. I left it at a cafe near my place, on a counter, in a corner right next to a big pot plant.

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Still loving fashion toast... Sometimes getting dressed is sufficient motivation for me to get out of bed. Tonight, after a slightly wonky fringe trim and the mysterious appearance of a cherry picker right outside my studio window, it's time to get my zine sorted for this Sunday's zine fair.. and attempt to replicate my favourite Chinese restaurant meal from scratch, dumplings and long life noodles!

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the same old tricks [14 Apr 2009|04:08pm]
hello, it's been awhile. always by accident!

I've been busy updating other people's sites. I've been working at SBS for a little while now, for the online division and get to publish daily at World News Australia and Insight. I'm stoked!

I'm currently trying to type very quietly because I'm in the process of making another itty bitty tape, using my dictaphone and speakers and it picks up everything! I'm still matchboxing and have a show tomorrow for it at World Bar. Come along if you're free, it's 24 Bayswater Road, Kings Cross and will be on from 8-11pm on April 15. I've been making this like this all weekend:

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This is the silliest but there are some other ones that I"m really stoked with! Once again the boy has been integral in getting me the gig and keeping me motivated. He's even letting me use his uber expensive Golden acrylics.

Easter was very good to me, I freaked out on Good Friday that I might not receive any eggs because I'm old now and contemplated heading out to Coles to pick up my own bunny. Alas they were closed. And just as well cos the following days brought a bounty of chocolate. Yay! Though I think I have that special sore throat that only too much chocolate can bring.

Hope to start posting more regularly!

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[20 Mar 2009|04:29pm]
I picked up my photos today for my exhibition next week. I was actually really proud that I could fudge the photoshop formatting thing enough to get them professionally done. My siblings are both designers and things like flattening and dpis are common sense to them. For me, I find most of these type things out in hindsight.

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The cutest thing was the printing place wrapped everything individually! And placed them on different layers. So I felt like I was opening presents. Especially because pics can come out so differently printed to how they look on the screen. They were nice surprises, they worked really well and I'm stoked.

I hope you can come if you're free! Please do!

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This week I think I'm getting used to full-time ish work. Not having coffee actually helps! I developed this mad aversion to it, mainly cos the doctor actually told me that the incessant chest pains I was experiencing were in direct relation to excess caffeine consumption. Alright.

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new studio! new digs! [02 Mar 2009|02:05pm]
it's a very long time since christmas.. easter bun time in fact and some things have changed.

Raging yoghurt stopped blogging - that was so sad! But hopefully it means I'll be able to see her and little m a bit more, if they're not off enjoying yo gabba gabba from an obscenely close position.

I moved! Again. New house turned out to be a little further away from the city than originally thought, especially without a car and I found new housemates that share my love of pizza, couch and entourage. Incidentally, they're all boys. One is the boy, who was quite appalled on moving day as to how many clothes I actually own. There may have been an entire box of black dresses that led him to this conclusion.

We share a studio space now and it's actually so productive to have a separate work space. My desk at the moment is very very neat. Which inspires me to work a lot! Which is great. There's no nailpolish clutter about or stacks of used notebooks.

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I've been working HEAPS! Well full time, which is normal for some people but in the first few weeks, incredibly difficult for me. I cried a lot. There was the bushfires and also the 7 or 6am starts, which means literally getting dressed in the dark and eating 2/3 of my meals at my computer. But I'm learning very quickly and actually have trivial current affair knowledge that I have busted out on several occasions. Well not really busted out but maybe contributed quietly!

And now to lunch and tv yay! Hope to update more regularly now that my new house has ACCESS TO THE INTERNET! That is so cool!!!!! No saving up stories and pics on usbs!

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christmas [29 Dec 2008|06:09pm]
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It started with a melty ginger ninja on Christmas eve eve. The next day I packed my bag of presents, carefully divided into the three separate outings for the next day and dragged it all the way back to my parents house. The day itself was lovely and delicious. The boy ate so much he couldn't sleep that night. So funny.

In the morning the gluttony was forgotten and a tasting plate of home made sweets was fixed - gingerbread cupcake, funny German cookies, my aunty's slice and another aunty's Christmas cake.

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[02 Dec 2008|06:14pm]
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Over the past few weeks I am fairly certain that I have consumed my body-weight in pizza. And burgers and fries too because what's a burger without fries? And so the stomach has started craving salad and fruit, curling up at the thought of cupcakes. But yesterday proof that I was on the mend.. I made waffles, not any waffles but penguin shaped ones. Cinnamon penguin shaped waffles! And I made icecream too - roasted honey almond, maple syrup and vanilla bean icecream which had a ridiculous amount of crunch to it.

I got to go to Queensland over the weekend, for the opening of the Icon Creative Summit which my boyfriend was showing work in. The weirdest thing was having people stare at a picture of me... it was cool but odd at the same time.

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So Queensland turns out to be much more laid back than Sydney - a welcome change - with nicer more considerate architecture, but no where near the over-planned nature our nation's capital. We spent a lot of time in this place called New Farm (everything sounded a bit like a Super Mario level.. Fortitude Valley and the like) where we discovered this incredible park, complete with mushrooms or yuggles as I used to call them as a child. It was idyllic and green and relaxing until we realised that I was allergic to some of the grass!

The highlight was definitely a trip to the Gallery of Modern Art (GOMA) which was showing an exhibition titled 'Optimism'. The title made us shudder a little, especially in this global financial crisis that we're in where everyone keeps telling us how important it is to be optimistic. But the show was delightful and hilarious and relaxing. We lay on red furry carpet in a room dedicated to the Carpenters, watching this video installation and listening to their records and ran towards life-sized furry white trees in a Dr Seuss like forest. The trees were a giggle to pat for everyone.

This week marks my first week as a real writer type person. I quit my retail job last week (HURRAH!) and officially work as a writer. Some days I'm in a newsroom, which I love and other days I'm freelancing, which sounds appealing with the freedom but I'm finding it difficult to go a day without napping...

I've actually spent most of the week getting ready for a group art show I'm in next week!! The Matchbox project is going to be shown, so I'm crazy busy packing tiny treats to scatter around the gallery, alongside my bigger photographic work.

Here's the flyer! If you're around, please come!!

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show and tell! [03 Nov 2008|09:56pm]
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It’s been a very long time between posts, not a blog suicide or even a hiatus, just the unintentional result of not having the Internet at my new house and not being that organised with the whole living out of home thing. But there are so many pretty things to play show and tell with!

This is a shelf from this very cute store in Newcastle called Blackbird Corner, which turned out to be something of a bonanza for the matchbox project, which was in danger of petering out with the lack of tiny things in my life. But now I’ve got a waiting list of novelty items like fake moustaches, tiny tin insect badges, kewpie dolls all just waiting to be packaged and photographed and released into the world ready for someone to find. I’m actually getting ready (in my head.. nothing much has been physically done just yet) for the Matchbox project to be in a group show, a good and proper art show that the boy is curating. I’ve been toying around with the idea of show for nearly a year now, Nicky was suggesting a silent auction with mystery boxes a while back and I did meet with a few galleries, most of whom met me, saw my stuff and said things like, ‘Gee, they are very small, I don’t know how we could exhibit them…’ But December 8 is getting very close and so I think I might be having a Matchbox working bee or something, I found the cutest little track that makes me also want to make a stop motion animation about general gift giving to strangers. I’ve been wanting to hang presents from the trees in Hyde or Victoria Park at dawn for quite a while now and this might be my chance to do it and pass it off as art.

I’ve been slowly accumulating presents for sort of strangers recently, which also happened by accident. There are just some things I see or people I meet that compel me to want to give them something or contribute in some way. For example on the way to the local shopping village, there is this house in which the front yard is completely littered with garden gnomes. Big ones, little ones, ones that look like the seven dwarves, ones hugging fish, ones looking sweet and others looking bored. And in addition to this, a smaller collection of plush caterpillars, it’s really quite bizarre and lovely at the same time. So in what is I guess an Amelie-esque move I told my housemate that we should get the owners a gnome for Christmas and just leave it on their footpath with a bow around it’s neck. A contribution and thank you for entertaining us on our walks. On the way home there is this other house that is the home of five black Scottie dogs, like the one in the dog food commercial (Chum no?) that are almost always on show. The plan is to get five oversized red tartan bows with bells on them and tie them to the gate for Christmas. And then there’s the tailor that does all of the alterations for my work. This very sweet man who is always incredibly polite and punctual, he’s usually whistling and getting on with his business. Anyway the other day I noticed a cassette player in his tiny box of a workshop when I was waiting for him to express hem some pants for a customer who kept telling me he was a male model. I asked what music he listened to and he said Arabic and so I’m on the hunt for Arabic cassette tapes to add to his three tape collection.

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Last week I got to hang out at a Toy Library in North Ryde as part of this combined journalistic and photographic project I’m working on. Basically I hang out with people from my old neighbourhood that have always fascinated me, ask them questions and take some photos. And in the end, it’s going to be a character and place based history of the City of Ryde, both a publication (form to be decided…) and an exhibition in February. Although the toy library interview was probably more information than anecdote based that I would have liked, it has got to be the most good looking story I’ve shot for this project so far. But then I’m a sucker for cute things and bright colours.

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In the past few weeks I’ve hung out with the mysterious local cake wholesaler (yay free cake), a primary school aerobics instructor who was more than twice my age but could very nearly do the splits and a bunch of op shop ladies who were almost too accommodating with their chocolate biscuits, silly stories and tea. I think next week I’m headed to the local bar, which actually used to be called El Rancho before they changed it to the more sophisticated sounding The Ranch.

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I also had my portrait painted! It was so cool! The finished painting is actually more of a sculpture and consists of a front and side view (I look angry but in reality I was stuffing my face with cheese and crackers on a particularly rainy and sleepy Sunday) that sit at a 90 degree angle from each other and protrude from the wall. Tony Curran called it ‘Sculpture’ and it’s currently nailed to a wall in one of my most favourite cafes, which makes eating there a little embarrassing but I do love it! At the end of the month it’s going to Brisbane to be in the Brisbane Powerhouse Museum and I might be going too.

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And of course, there is always still baking. Between the three of us, someone manages to bake every day or so, Smartie cookies are the current obsession, healthy as they are… but honey cakes, lemon poppyseed cupcakes, carrot cakes, banana breads and rice puddings have all made their appearance.

Thanks for reading, see you soon.
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[27 Aug 2008|04:51pm]
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On Sunday I moved out of home. The weeks preceding the move have been fairly anxious and doubtful but when I walked into my empty room early Sunday afternoon I knew immediately that this was the best thing I could be doing right now. It is strange having a new home, not knowing where the cups and bowls are, not knowing exactly how to get home after I've gotten off the bus at the stop that I think is right. But it's been lots of fun. My housie Felicity is lovely and amazing, all hugs and giggles, answering the most basic questions about how to turn the oven on, providing directions frequently and impromptu tours of the neighbourhood. I live a nice 5 minute walk from little shops which remind me of Leura at the Blue Mountains. Little cafes, bakeries, a supermarket.. The two other girls I live with have parallel tastes - we own heaps of the same cook books and cds, had a Shaun Tan swap/show and tell on my first night.

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The boy has also been very patient, teaching me how to turn on my own stove, killing a European wasp in my bedroom - one that is apparently potentially fatal, one which I was very blase about. But I'm very excited about entertaining. My silver tea set is polished and ready to go and I have everything from strawberries to chocolate and funny biscuit things.

I've spent a good part of this week in interviews. The most fun being the ones I conduct for my writing/history project. I got to spend time with ladies from the local op shop - with tea and chocolate biscuits mandatory. They were very sweet and funny, great to hang out with, incredible to photograph and chat to. Then it was back to my old primary school to talk to the aerobics teacher who has been doing it for close to 20 years now. Playing the tapes back for transcribing I was initially embarrassed about how much I laugh during interviews - but it's so much fun and that can only be a good thing.

I've also been to a few job interviews - which are simultaneously exciting and nerve wracking. I always leave feeling quite exhausted - so much smiling. Fingers crossed for call backs next week...
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[18 Aug 2008|01:37pm]
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'I was going to get you some pretty earrings or something but I was in the chocolate store and turned around and saw this. I was like "awww.. come to mummy!"'

I think it was a compliment but my friend Anna from work said she thought of me the second she spotted this chocolate gorilla staring at her at Darrell Lea. I loved it. I still love it, even though I've eaten off the eyes and most of the head. It's so cute I hugged it and thankfully it's winter so it didn't melt.

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This birthday has been epic and exhausting! I think I overdo it every year. There was no big party just a lot of little ones, stretching out over 8 days, with a few other promises of birthday treats to come. It's incredible. For a newly 24 year old I ate a lot of silly food. On my actual birthday I ate macaroni and cheese (albeit the gourmet kind from cafe sopra..), cupcakes and specially prepared cheeseburgers at night, my mum is so accomodating.

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It was back to work the very next day, only to be given more presents and hugs and being picked up by a boy with birthday comedown flowers on the ready. Yellow tulips are my favourite. And the next night, as my highschool girlfriends piled into a tiny car, ready to head out to our favourite beachside Italian cafe, more flowers and tiny baby cupcakes.

Everyone is so nice.

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[11 Aug 2008|03:25pm]
The shop girls and shop boys arrive at their respective darkened stores somewhere between the hours of 8.30am and 9, most clutching disposable coffee cups of varying sizes and colours, almost all containing some caffeinated beverage. Oil stained paperbags usually accompany the cups, containing equally nutritious goods, usually muffins dotted with chocolate, nuts and sometimes fruit for the health conscious, raisin toast, jaffles and bacon and egg rolls. They come in trackpants and hoodies, slightly disheveled, looking decidedly tired before the day has even begun.

By nine am, the doors are open, the lights on and the music loud. The shop girls and boys transformed in back rooms by make-up and freshly steamed clothes are overzealous with their smiles and conversational on cue, tracksuits and ruffled hair replaced by covered faces, heels for the girls, tucked in shirts for the boys.

Throughout the day they will lapse back into their natural state during scheduled times, carting food between cafes and food courts to their stores and taking frequent bathroom breaks. On the best days, my natural state is not eating in the super-packed food court, next to unknown often messy eaters nor is it in the store's backroom, in front of the computer. On the best days the 9 hour shift is happily interrupted by a lunch break date, one hour of japanese followed by cake eating or picnics where I don't have to pack a thing.

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[05 Aug 2008|09:40pm]
The youngest is away on holiday, an excursion actually to visit our nation's capital. The night before he left he was nearly beside himself with anticipation, he didn't sleep much that night, owing to his excitement and the loud ticking of the alarm clock he had placed right by his head for fear he wouldn't wake up in time for the 6am departure.

Our house without him, is strange. It seems that he marked time for us. There is school time, with the practicing of the piano, the inevitable rush to make it out the door in time - with much scampering and door slamming, the returning home from school time, fruit time, homework time. We accidently set a place for him at the dinner table.

By the second night, we're a little used to it, maybe enjoying it in a cheeky way. The family feasted on huge baked potatoes for dinner, the child detests them and we generally respect this. He's also a keen climate change mini-activist, taking care to switch off every single powerpoint that isn't being used. We've silently all started leaving them on, started to switch the tv off using the remote and not at the switch. We feel slightly naughty. We laugh about it and we miss him.

Today I started packing up my bedroom which has been mine for the last 22 years. I'm moving in a couple weeks and in the excitement and mild stress of trying to find a place, I haven't had time to be nostalgic. I think it was the care bear that started it. I am looking forward to trying to start anew in my new room - meaning I'm going to try and be neat - at least so I can open the door without having to apply too much force.

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[24 Jul 2008|07:18pm]
The past few weeks have been repetitious in a delightful way. Trips to art galleries and shows, cafes in between, movies, dvds, the history of batman, lots of tea and home-cooked dinners. Always the quest for dessert. What are we having for dessert? we ask each other constantly. Shamefully, there was a two week period in which iced donuts from Coles were very popular and thankfully our tastes complementary. I'm crazy about the chocolate and he the strawberry, the bright yellow ones turned out to be passionfruit and not so terrible... eventually consumed, sometimes the next morning for breakfast. Nutritious.

Anxiety also prevailed for a while, there was one spectacularly sleepless night when I was waiting, waiting, waiting for a call about a job. Disturbingly neurotic, in which it felt like everything was inter-linked, co-dependent and possibly unattainable.

And now things seem to be lovely again. I'm baking apples, have two new jobs that start next week - one of which makes me a bona-fide writer. Hello first advance! I just want to say advance over and over, it's pretty cool! And hopefully, fingers and toes crossed, in a few weeks, I'll have my own place too!

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[15 Jun 2008|12:05pm]
On a freezing Friday evening, sitting at my desk in full hobo-study gear (headscarves, neck scarf, hoodie, fingerless gloves, all mismatching and looking truly glamourous), with the wind howling, screaming, shrieking outside my window, I am disrupted by a tiny knock at the door. A hand-delivery.

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I had missed the monthly outdoor food markets that I look forward to a little too much owing to a take-home exam and lousy weather. It was a week where I spent too little time at home and by Friday craved the cosy familiarity of my peach coloured bedroom. The unfailingly thoughtful littlest brother offered to pick up a cupcake for me, knowing from direct and repeated experience that this is my most favourite part of the entire ritual, visiting the biscuit tree and agonizing over icing flavour choices. But I said no, no thank you, I’ve eaten too much cake this week. There was a white chocolate brownie, a lindt chocolate brownie, new york cheese cake, lemon lime cheese cake, caramel mudcake and a few cookies for good measure. Maybe I am the very hungry caterpillar... But I was thrilled when he arrived home with a cupcake, a present from chocolatesuze who had started chatting to the littlest boy and insisted he take a cupcake home to me. So very very nice. How did I get to know so many lovely women? Thank you chocolate suze.

The previous night, my friend and creative hero Shell and I hit up Wagamamas (so deliciously comforting and sleep-inducing) en route to a Shaun Tan talk and live illustration. He has a new book, Tales from Outer Suburbia, encased in a hard-back but slightly puffy cheddar cheese coloured cover, which has been designated as my end-of-uni-forever bribe. Definitely something to look forward to. Mr Tan read us two stories, explaining where they came from, his awkward relationship and obsession with suburbia and its barely detectable eccentricities. I could empathise and liked him very much. I got that funny beaming feeling I always get when I like something immediately and can’t put it into words, as I listened to him read. The event was packed out and we could hardly see the man from our faraway spot. But ever prepared and ready to share, Shell pulled out her copy of the book from her bag and we read along with him, looking at the pictures. Story time is severely underrated.

And tonight, when this essay is (hopefully) written – at least in it a draft format, it’s off to see the Wackness with Miss Emma, yay! I think there are few people in this world that would take part in dressing as an Olsen twin enthusiastically (Mary-Kate’s in the movie) as part of the experience. Can’t wait. It’s going to be hobo with heels. I will hardly have to change out of my study home clothes.

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the chicken watches over me [08 Jun 2008|04:20pm]
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My sister gave me this chicken pin cushion the other day, leaving it on my bed for me to find later. It's so cute and lovely! I can't find it in my heart to stab him with pins. So there are exactly 17 days remaining of my degree, which means it's study time for exams, but I have decided that unlike the 5 years of my degree preceding this, I will not get stressed. I'm going to work and not stress - which is so far going swimmingly!

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this corner of the earth [30 May 2008|07:39pm]
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I liked this corner very much, I think it was the number 77 that caught my eye. It was an off-cut from something I was cutting and pasting!

So the past few weeks have been a bit of a blur, a (mc) flurry (definitely Oreo flavoured) of anxiety with the end of uni just 4 weeks away and what do I want to do and be when I grow up? I still don’t know. I have trouble deciding what I want to eat for lunch, so sometimes it gets a little much.

I did make a zine though! Which stressed me out a little bit but was ultimately very fun. I’m proud to say I learnt how to do the back-to-back upside-down layout thing all by myself and sold a few at the zine fair which was so much fun! It was crazy that so many cutters and pasters were in the same room, some I’d met in the early hours of the preceding morning, embarrassingly at Kinko’s as the boy and I deliriously tried to finish off our first attempt at a couples zine. We now have an EP – so funny and are called Snowballs & Fistfights… Sadly, I can claim very little credit for the song itself, my main contribution was general enthusiasm and verbal encouragement. ‘That sounds great babe!’ ‘Hey that bass bit is really cool!’ It wasn’t even constructive.

I did play the odd note on the keyboard when I felt I had something to contribute and was tricked into contributing vocally one night when I was very sick. But I am super happy with how it turned out!

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perpetually distracted [10 May 2008|04:00pm]
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A box was waiting for me as I arrived home on Tuesday evening completely exhausted and delirious and no longer able to speak. It was a present from Leila, all the way from Darwin – complete with a very long (and very hilarious) letter, two chunky shell rings, a small collection of photographs from her new life and home, some tacky postcards, a bookmark and the front page of her local paper.

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So lovely! She’s in Bali right now but I can’t wait to write back. It’s funny, for all the time she’s been gone, we’ve never called, emailed or even facebooked each other, preferring to send letters instead. It’s so great.

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I’m on a cupcake detox (this is about a quarter of the past 2 weeks consumption). Which isn’t that hard, I’ve just resorted to old-school playlunch ‘healthy’ snacks. ‘Health’ because Jatz are covered in salt and I always use way too much peanut butter. But aren't they colourful and pretty?? haha.

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One essay to go and then it’s the home-stretch! I’m nearly a graduate!!

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in the cold cold night [28 Apr 2008|10:20pm]
The long weekend ended with at least three films watched, as many visits to art galleries and the consumption of one too many dumplings. It was a weekend of happy surprises, with the discovery of donut ice-cream at Cold Rock (which had just the right cinnamony sugary smell but sadly none of the warm soft/crunchiness that is real donut) and a girls night where the host promised face masks for all which we ended up ditching for a good ol cocaine trafficking movie (Blow rocked). My attempt to make fondue was short-lived with the chocolate being consumed straight from the pan, along with hedgehog slice, a fresh baked apple teacake and crab dip and crackers. No girl had shown up empty handed.

On Anzac day eve the boy said he was taking me to church after dinner, which I figured was the name of some new club night but literally turned out to be church. Anzac Day service, he’d said over dinner as I asked why why why? Followed by the cryptic suggestion that it was a surprise. It turned out to be Bill Viola’s video projection inside St Xavier’s church, an incredibly confronting experience definitely enhanced by the dark and suddenly rainy night. ‘Hey! I’ve read about this!’ I squealed as the ushers hustled us inside, ‘Quick! It’s just started’ they said in an exaggerated whisper, just like teachers used to do in the library. Despite all the fire and Biblical silhouettes I found it unexpectedly calming and slipped into a meditative type state, until I stumbled out of the church and back into the ushers who demanded to know what we thought. I actually couldn’t speak so made a series of incomprehensible noises and gestures whilst the boy speculated about exactly how the film had been technically made.

The next day we ventured past the art gallery in our travels and decided to catch the second part, which weren’t nearly as confronting than the ones we’d seen at the church. At times it wasn’t unlike sitting for one of those eye tests where the optometrist asks you every 2 seconds what you see. Ultimately we saw this underwater couple scene, which was very reminiscent of the Baz Luhurman’s Romeo and Juliet scene in the swimming pool. Only the colours were very twilight and amazing – that purple! But more than half the fun was watching people stumbling around in the pitch black (well our eyes had adjusted so clearly it wasn’t that dark) of the theatrette. Their motions were exaggerated, slow and unintentionally comical.

And then it was Monday, back to American Civil War and Post-Communism, gladly interrupted by my weekly lunchtime catch up with Nicky. Yay for weekly rituals! Caddie appeared as a special guest, recently returned from Korea-town where she had lived in the very same apartment Nicky and I did. We’ve all decided that we’re not ready for full time jobs, not ready to give up on the pipe dreams just yet. There was talk of making instruments, teaching music and having just seen Stranger than Fiction, I’m very taken by the idea of throwing it all in and opening up a small cake store. With a dangling cupcake sign, cos Maggie Gyllenhaal made it look so easy, lovely and fun.

Another assignment printed and stapled and yay it's time for bed.

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yellow balloons and liberated bean bags - a true story [21 Apr 2008|09:50pm]
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There is much fun to have with a helium balloon, which I found out when my star sister came over to celebrate her birthday. She brought me a present. Two bright yellow plastic containers to house my (still growing) tape collection. And the timing couldn’t have been better because earlier on that week there had been a rather heartbreaking taping over incident that could have been prevented had such a organisational tape shelf thing been in my possession. We had a lovely day, chatting, napping and consuming copious amounts of chocolate chip products. Listening to new favourite albums (shared) together.

So when the rained finally stopped, I walked up the street and saw this.

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They look like the things you use to fill bean bags. I remember getting into massive trouble as a kid for deciding to liberate the beans from my Seasame Street bean bag one afternoon onto the loungeroom floor. I’m sure my sister actively encouraged it. But I thought what if they were suffocating in there? Getting squashed all the time?

I’m super crazy about the Saboteurs new album, (especially track 2, which is incredible!) choc peppermint cupcakes from Cupcakes on Pitt even though they’ve been downsized substantially so you actually need to eat two to get the same effect. And loving a bit of Lula mag. I love it so much I don’t want to cut it up. At least for now.

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This fashion story is the cutest. The girl has a very Alice in Wonderland quality about her. And I love the hot pink. It makes me want to wear black less. They’re starting to call me emo at work.

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The boy came home today after three weeks away which was great cos I was beginning to really miss him. As promised I made muffins and had them ready at the airport. Three different types! Blueberry, double choc and these banana walnut and honey ones. I got presents! From a very rumpled but festive white and red striped paper bag came two very beautiful matchboxes from a gallery in Glasgow. The tips of the matches are pink and the fire friction bit – covered in sand. So cool! But getting up before 5am makes a girl very tired so it’s to bed, with tomorrow’s essay printed and stapled and ready to hand in. Sweet dreams for sure.

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miss polly had a dolly [17 Apr 2008|10:09pm]
Denial was shortlived and by Saturday I was undeniably sick sick sick with the flu (flu flu). Still I managed to squeeze in 3 hours of post-communist readings before it really hit. And boy did it hit, by early afternoon I was unable to speak (!), thank god for sms!

It didn't take long for my Mum to crank out her 'magical' soup pot. I stumbled into the kitchen after 3 hours of wishing myself out of bed only to see a huge pile of coloured vegetables - celery, carrots, potatoes, parsley, tomatos. omg I love you! My head shouted. My mouth just made this feeble smile. She suggested I leave my bag of fairyfloss in the kitchen where it wouldn't taunt me (wise woman. Zac's school had had a fairyfloss drive the day previous and being the ever supportive sister I am... although I was a little sad when my bag came home with the floss completely flattened, squashed beyond airy recognition). She traded me with a cup of hot water, lemon and honey. So spoilt.

I had to cancel my cupcake park date with miss Emma. Which was so sad because we had both already picked out outfits. My dress even had a pale blue sash (and if I was of the princess variety, I'd totally wear it diagonally across my body!). She was sympathetic and extolled the virtues of Codral, especially for those who want to keep studying. 'Pseudoephedrine!' she cried and I immediately thought of the Liv Tyler character from Empire Records who takes speed so she can study more. Different kind of nerd? More cancellation sms-es sent and then, it was actually time for more bed.

It was kinda fun at first. I finished the sequel to my most favourite book, got get-well communicatons from the outside world, watched Gilmore Girls and listened to Rubber Soul. I think it was my body's way of saying Stop it! No more study! And it went on strike for a good 6 days. There were points where I couldn't actually move (not fun) and moments where I thought I might never get better (any member of my family will attest to the fact that I am the most dramatic sick person to walk this earth. They laugh at me sometimes for it but at the time, I honestly believe I'm dying. Derrick was surprised I didn't request to be taken to the hospital this time).

I think I'm finally better. And now very good at sitting incredibly still cos some days that was the only thing I could do that didn't hurt!

XX
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muffins of glee [10 Apr 2008|11:00am]
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Thank you flowers for my mother because she’ll bake muffins whenever the oven is on (blueberry last week, double chocolate this week and she notes that my reaction upon seeing them is one of utter glee. I tell her glee with a capital G). She cooked up a massive pot of the most delicious chicken soup yesterday when she thought I was coming down with a cold and has put up with my over-tiredness and general grumpiness of late. She lingers at my doorway as she says good night and good morning with a furrowed brow, watching as I turn pages and type furiously. She thinks I work too hard. I think she does. I think she’s the best. She doesn’t even complain anymore when I bring clothes home from the op-shop.
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