family is pretty special, im all for admitting that.

So, I finally got around to doing some painting!

I did a canvas for my Nana.

"painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen"

it has been 3 years, rest in peace grandad x

Every time I walked into my Nana and Grandads retiring home my granddads existence always encaptured my attention. He lay there in his reliable, green lazy boy and welcomed me in as his glasses sat effortlessly on his rigid nose. With the racing pages in his aged hands, his glistening, blue eyes were set on the wide screen T.V which was providing my Granddad with the daily races. Occasionally, he would pull himself up and hobble over to the phone to bet on a horse with his betting number we all knew so well.

While I sat at the end of the dinner table completing my homework, Grandad would sit at the opposite end and distract me with games meant for little kids as if he wanted me to stay young, but for me, they never got old. I’d gaze over and find my Grandad in a pair of his favourite, blue workpants with small paint specs splattered across them and a white, paper thin singlet that barely covered his stomach.

Every time I walk into my Nana and Grandads retiring home I imagine my loving Grandad laying there in his beloved green lazy boy. My imagination is wiped away like dead bugs on a windscreen, as I see a stiff, black, leather recliner chair perched in the corner of the newly refurbished room which once, Grandad had lived his life in, but now I’m not so certain. As I walk in to the kitchen, I imagine my granddad over the boiling stove assembling new creations with our secret recipe, for me to try.

It feels as if he’s just on an extended holiday or he’s hiding in the laundry for us to open the door so he could jump out and frighten us. I know my Grandad isn’t going to physically be sitting in his new lazy boy, but I imagine him arranged there, peering over his large, loveable tummy just waiting patiently for someone to turn the T.V onto channel 8.

Written by my sister; I feel the same.

special kind of tea with those special kind of girls.

Ashley, Jessica and I went for a late night bubble milk tea at Hulacat The past couple of weeks has consisted of only assignments, gyming, work and coffee dates.

I have started on a painting, so if it comes out to be anything good I may post it in my blog.
It is my sisters 16th tomorrow! She is having a party in a weeks time, so I have to go home. I got her the Ralph Lauren 'Rocks' perfume gift set. I hope she likes it!

"A sister can be seen as someone who is both ourselves and very much not ourselves."

the fireplace is here, not like the dump i reside in.

i wanna go home.

"home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to "

there is nothing like being at home.

I am home for the night.

I was hungry and wanted something proper to eat, reason enough I think. Even if it is near two hours away. Plus, I am as broke as they come.

Had a pretty fantastic weekend though.

Far too boozed on Friday night.

Far too much sleep on Saturday night.

And far too much food with Ashley on Sunday night.

I don't care if this is a really old picture. I heart this girl.

Took loads of photos of my sister and discussed art with my Nana.. so far.

Back to Uni tomorrow afternoon.. and long into the night. Oh the joys of NOT understanding computer programmes.

Please can I have these Chanel heels?

I have been listening to recently :

Steve Earle

The Pixies

The Cure

Johnny Cash

"A mans drunk words, is a mans sober thoughts."

when people say that i look sad, they are wrong.

i want everyday.. to be as carefree as sunny sunday..



spent at mission bay..adorable ^-^ mochas and blueberry muffins with lucy jane..

Everything has totally just gotten on top of me after today.. it was not the best.

A load of uni work suddenly due, that I just cannot wrap my head around.

Extra hours at work, although I do need the money.

Something from 'the past' (I guess you could say) caught me totally off guard.. just when you think things are all good it comes back at you to make life that little bit harder. Thats why I cannot sleep and am up blogging about it. This mysterious 'it' - that I cannot say what it is and I can't stop thinking about, should really be the LAST thing on my mind! ARGH.

I want all the male species whom are suddenly showing interest in me.. that I have no interest in whatsoever, to quit trying. You will know if I am interested.. I don't hold back. I will not text you 'up' or reply to sleazy messages. Just so you know.

I only like my boy mates.

So because of my downer day, retail therapy was what I needed. I got the Paul Smith Floral Perfume. Mmm yum!

It is a lovely evocation of the 70's 'Flower Power' spirit. With water lilly, orange, pink grapefruit and ginger and a unique blend of magnolia, orchid and osmanthus blossom.

Oh, how could I forget..

Lucy brought me the cutest little russian chocolates.

My sisters 16th is comming up.

I had a giant vanilla latte today.

I am getting paid to paint a picture.

I talked to my mum today.

Life isn't really all that bad.. even when the bad moments hit.

Really looking forward to this weekend!

On the agenda:

Partying!

Work.

Shopping!

Homework.

"one day I sat thinking, almost in despair; a hand fell on my shoulder and a voice said reassuringly; cheer up, things could be worse. So I cheered up, and sure enough.... things got worse"

taking life as it comes is probably the only way to get through it.

I've felt no inspiration as of late to post anything new.. so heres a little update of my life.

Just had my first week back of uni. My course has got to be one of the best out there! Spending all day.. and time in between classes with my two school besties..

Nikkolai and Maryam.

Wednesday night..

Jess has just moved to Auckland so she wanted to go to town..

Lucy and I decided to take her...

After quite a decent effort in an early start to drinking.. we were ready to party. Yes I am spastic.

We met up with Nikkolai and Char. Downed a few jugs. Not sure we needed it, but we were convinced.

Absolutely fantastic night!

Thursday night: AUT 'O' week gig.

Me and Lucy had to literally force ourselves to drink.. When we acually made it to our friends party in town, everyone was already in a pretty decent way. So we had to down it, and FAST.

Amazing. Amazing. AMAZING night. Char and Lucy know how to party!

Before I go..

I miss this girl..

"life might not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here.. we should dance"

earth laughs in the face of pretty faces.

making reds more beautiful.

if only..

wake up and put them in my hair.

metalic, florals and pink cuddly bears.

fantastic tighting.

making me wanna go bolder.beautiful floral heels.

i wanna drink my hot cocoa out of this please.

birthday: 22 november.

isn't this couch just spectacular?

daisy chain.

cupcakes. shared sugar for the fairies. lets go bake.

violent violets.

i will go play outside and climb the trees too..

then i will jump onto the couch.. just like you.

"I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck."

the cutest things are generally those that are not real

In the English-speaking countries, it is the traditional day on which lovers express their love for each other.

I painted this as a gift on Valentines Day this year. Thought I would share... considering the fact that love is just NOT something I have right now.

"Some of the greater things in life are unseen thats why you close your eyes when you kiss, cry, or dream..."

the common british term; fairycake. i wanna call them that.

Holidays are ALMOST over!

I spent a week with my cousins.

This one day.. we baked cupcakes.

This is the use of the name that has persisted, and the name of "cupcake" is now given to any small cake that is about the size of a teacup. The name "fairy cake" is a fanciful description of its size, which would be appropriate for a party of diminutive fairies to share.

“Friends are like cupcakes in my pantry of memories.”