Silence Is Golden

More and more lately I feel the strongest urge to slide into a world of silence.
And sometimes ....I crave lilting soul food ; music .....
Music which curls through and around my senses and mind like a cleansing golden ribbon.
Mozart actually found himself in a place he hadnt graced before ; my cd player.
I have never wanted to give classical music much aural attention until the other day , when I thought I'd listen to something I'd never listened to.
Something inside of me reached out to this sound and said " Ahhh yes "....
It soothed me.
I feel like I'm overdosing on the rat-race and all its chaos.Its seeping out my ears , eyes , my pores.....
Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in it.
And the only oxygen to keep my heart beating is my daydreams and the tidbits of beauty in this asphalt desert.
I dont want to even hear the tv on , I dont want to look at another magazine spouting 'Beauty Secrets Of The Rich & Famous' ' Brad & Jen Divorce Shock '.
Had all I can take , at the moment , of the absolute bullshit of society and its trivialities , its lies , its noise....
I just need to immerse in truth , beauty and quiet for awhile and just listen to and see life as it is ...
Not this man-manipulated , cardboard cutout , facade of life we're herding on like cattle.

Dream

Last night I dreamt. Or , at least , I remembered one.
I'm walking down the laneway that runs behind my apartment...
I suddenly hear cheeping and twittering. I look down at my feet , towards the sound , and find broken eggs and baby birds .
They had fallen from their nest.
The baby birds emerge amongst the broken shards of shell and gunky yolk. I scoop them up , one by one, as they fight to free themselves from their shell that had , until then , harboured them safely. I must have put them somewhere safe because I then proceed to 'catch' other eggs that are falling from a nest above me and I'm trying so hard to catch them all in my softly cupped palms and the egg breaks each time and the yolk runs in globs through my fingers....
and I try to save all the baby birds....

Following My Bugs

Two lil bugs have bitten me.
They know who they are , the naughty lil things.
Ones your typical travel bug.
The other one has left a tingly , buzzy sensation that compels me to seek out the source....where it'll probably bite me even harder. And obviously I wont be too disappointed by that ...... *wink*

Called up the Flight Centre today. I need to know where to start as far as travel plans are concerned.
I want to roadtrip the States ( as ya probably have ascertained from previous entries ).
Members of the The Photo Forum are all meeting up at the Joshua Tree in March and I want to make it to that. Reallllllllllly wanna make it to that , in fact. Also am ACHING to get back to New Orleans. So I'm thinkin.... New Orleans , Joshua Tree ( Cali ) , San Fransisco .... then onto Toronto ... to work for a year ( IF I get my work visa *fingers crossed *).Probably do more travelling of the U.S during my time in Canada.
Travel agent advised me to get a 'round the world' ticket. With it I can travel to five ( I think ) different places and then back home. It runs for a year. Price at the minute for one of those is gonna set me back $ 2,400. Not bad......
Considering its a minimum of $ 3,000 just for a return ticket to Canada at the mo.
My friend Scott tonight asked if I expected my job to be here when I got back from travelling .... to which I replied " Probably not and good ..... coz darl I'm rotting in that job .... I truly am....."
He's in the same boat ( with the desire to get out of his mind-numbing job and travel )... so all he did was nod to say he knew exactly what I am talkin about.
So we made a pinky promise to travel , have adventures and not return to our respective jobs.

Nikki wake UP !

*Stage whisper *
Heres the cam shots I sent to my sisters email just now ..... she'll get em when she wakes up this morning , these should scare her awake this fine Sunday mornin.... or at least make her laugh ( although she's sorta used to this kinda thing from me .. it might not affect her at all damnit! )


Warms up the facial muscles



Fish Face Of The Day


Tryin to touch tongue to nose.. Oooomph



Damnit , Muvva fugga , I'll make it touch me nose



Hey there , ms scrunchie face



Oh I'm so shocked n shit



Oh I'm so shocked n shit part 2



Did I make ya laugh yet ?



Yoo'know ... laugh ? Like this ....?



You know ya wanna...



Oh I think you're lying ! Ya cant lie to lil ol me ... I can see you !



Suddenly realizes she needs a life....

A Promise To Strangers

When I was on one of my little photo crawls , a few weeks ago , I was taking a photo of a flower tree ( the flowers are like tulips of the lightest pink , these trees are common around my area and I noticed them because ...well I love tulips ).
The house the flower-tree fronted was a pink , spanish sort of villa house.
The old soul that owned the house was out and about that day and he noticed me taking a photograph of his flower-tree.
" I hope you dont mind " I said , smiling at him " I like your tree......."
He smiled and motioned for me to stay put and started calling for his wife. At first I thought he was calling " Tinnnnnnaaaa " but I realized his wife's name was Lina or something similar sounding....
Old soul and wife emerge , wife is clutching a little red camera of her own.
" Oh ..." I realize "... they think I'm some professional photographer or somethin ? "
* Oh chuckle chuckle *.
Wife smilingly gives camera to me and their eyes ask if I can take a photograph of them. I feel honoured to...
However I look through their viewfinder and think " Oh yucko , they look a million miles away " ....
I'm totally thrown by the difference between their little digital viewfinder and my minolta , which views everything exactly as is , true to size.
They stand proudly by their flower tree ... showing it off with grand hand poses but yozwer , they look like little munchkins in this viewfinder lol.
They stand a distance away from each other. Prouder of their tree then their marriage/love. At the risk of generalising a culture , this is what I've come to learn from the limited experience I've had with older europeans; they show more affection towards their gardens then their relationships.
I snap off a couple of photos and take one from my own camera for good measure and I promise them that I will give them a copy of their photo from my film.
Happy nods and its sayonara.
Its been two weeks since then and today I thought I'd keep good on my promise.
After work , I went home , put their picture in an envelope and went in search of their home again. Located it and dropped it in their letterbox.
I hope they like their picture :).....

Oh and heres the pic I took of their tree ... it needs to be in color because the flowers were a pretty light pink and the sky was a brilliant blue but I had the b&w Ilford film in my camera that day *shrugs*.
I'll just have to wait for a similar blue-skyed kinda day and go back and retake the photo I guess *wink*.

Random Poetry

This piece just flowed out from my mind and through my fingertips ... 2 minutes to write and no editing .... so it aint anythin to write home about , so to speak.....
Its just pure thought , as it happened...

Tell me baby ...was I wrong to walk away
Should I have held on longer , would you have come through
Did I shoot the arrow that killed your hearts song for me
Did I make it turn its eyes away and weep
Honey , I cradle it in my dreams.
Time after time I try to pour my soothing balm into its deep cracks
Mind movies , in black & white
In them , I sadly cup your beloved face and I whisper all my sorries
I rain kisses on your eyelids
My aching lips catch your tears
And each morning I wake up
and wonder .....
Do you still cry ?
In the immediate aftermath , you lay on ground zero
Broken in two.
But god ...I was in pieces too baby ....
I was clutching my sanity , with numb fingers
Hopelessly gathering it like water in my palms.
And I had to walk away to hold it all together
To pour myself into a cup , in a desert
Out of my prison of limbo , walking dead
A lost wandering girl...
Carrying her new little cup , overflowing with sorrow
I walked on , searching for my kaleidoscope
I needed , needed to see color again
I craved it , like lungs starved for oxygen.
I breathe today , catch 22's
Believing in the fates
All those 'meant-to-be's'
Yet I still dream in black & white

Photo Spree

Heres a couple of pics I took a few weeks back....( the ones I wrote about taking in my 'Breaking News 'entry )
Unlike most people these days I'm a film girl and the 'fruits of my labour' take time to surface on the net ... which might not be a bad thing....

Would love to learn as much about photography as I can absorb and one day have my own house ( near water ) with my own lil darkroom .....have a couple of good ,trusty film cameras and a D70 or better , all different types of lens ,a good neg/print scanner , ... just be allll set up. *Sigh*
Hey while I'm dreamin away I may as well put my whole order in LOL !
After spending a few years travelling around the world , taming the travel bug by roadtripping around the States and Europe , taking hundreds of photos and filling up journal after journal with my many many adventures , I buy an airy and funky lil place close to the ocean. This place is in a spot in the world where it is warm most of the year round. Then , me and the luuurrrrve of my life will spend many hazy afternoons renovating our shnazzy lil beachside house , filling it with our lil treasures bought in far-away-worldly places and making it into our own little haven.
It will have a big , deep luxurious bath in its spacious zen-like bathroom , which in itself will be surrounded by floor to ceiling windows looking over a calm lil japanese garden with trickling water features etc etc etc ( am I gettin carried away yet ? What can I say .. I'm a girl who likes her pampering bathtime .....haha ).
Oh and this place has to have a big outdoor entertaining area with a biggg BBQ and a few hammocks hangin around....
Then , who knows , get married maybe ... spend my days writing and photographing things ( make either into a career ? ) , have cute lil button-nosed , sunkissed bambinos and a couple of dogs , cats , whathaveya....
Got that waiter ? Dont mess that order up now ....

Heh , yeah I'm goofin off. My lil dreamland is quite standard stuff really *wink*.

Anyhoo heres some pics ... sorry they're big. I need to set up somewhere to store all my photos.

Heaven In A Window


Where To Now ?



Howdy Tootsies


Lookin Out My Bedroom Window



Happy , happy birthday to you , my crazy-gorgeous , funny , wonderful J-Man , for Wednesday ( 22nd Sept ) !!
I know I said Hippo Birdy to ya a hundred times that day , but I gotta say it here too , lol ! I hope you had a truly fabulous day and I'll see ya soon kiddo !
Ya need to at least come back so my cheeks can start hurtin again from smilin and laughin *wink*.

Bathing Beauty

Song Playing : No songs , just the silence and the Sunday traffic below my apartment.

Sunday , lazy Sunday...

About to head outside for the day , carting trusty camera with me. One more coffee then I'm out de door...

Was just brushing my teeth a few minutes ago and , whilst doing so , wandered out into the kitchen to turn the kettle on. Looked out the window onto my lil courtyard balcony and spotted something that made me smile ( even with aforementioned toothbrush in mouth ).
I have a largish pottery bowl that I didnt know what else to do with but sit it outside in a rectangular concrete planter , in amongst the fernery. The bowl has three mermaid sculptures that are part of it , sitting inside it as if they're in a spa bath and I also sat a pottery duck in the middle. Its been raining and so the bowl is half full of water ( albeit a little mossy ).
Well I saw the cutest brown bird in it , bathing itself and playing with the pottery duck !
That bird was just shakin its tushhhhh in the water , dippin its beak in and just generally playin and bathin away. Giving himself ( or herself ) a right proper bath !
LOL , it was so bloody cute !
Other birds sat around , either just watchin the bathing beauty or waiting their turn or both....
My lil courtyard is always filled with birds ... pigeons , sparrows and other birds I cant name ... thats just one aspect of the charm of my place. A lot of days I come back home for lunch and , if its been raining , there'll be two pigeons snuggling together under the shelter , near my front door. I always quietly and softly open my door as not to scare them away.

I'm gonna clean the pottery bowl today so the birds can bathe in it properly.

Melting The ' Block '

Song Playing : 'Kissing You ' - Desiree

I havent been able to play my ' Romeo and Juliet ' soundtrack for years , even though I love it. I look at it in my cd tower and WANT to play it but I cant.

Decided to play it tonight , as a little test.
Listening to the song above ( on the aforementioned cd ) , a favourite song close to my heart , is almost making me wanna turn it back off.
Ah well.

I need to leave my job. Wont go into it but the people I work for are horrible , rude people.My gut instinct about these two is that they both are malicious and nasty people in general. They have a bad reputation in the industry they're in. A lot of people who know them have urged me to get out of there , and fast.
Most days I walk in and the first sound I hear isnt " Good Morning " or even " Hello"....
No , I hear a guy yelling at me and talking to me in a god awful tone. Sometimes the yelling starts before I even get THROUGH the door.I've dealt with this crap for 8 years. Why the hell am I putting up with THIS for?!
Oh I wont go into all of it , it aint worth the blogspace...
This is insane-crazy.
So as soon as I get my work visa to Canada , hopefully come Febuary/March , I'm outta there kiddies.

Life is too short to have to deal with someone else's verbal-vomit.

Worked on a section for my novel-in-progress.
My N.I.P , I shall henceforth annoint it *sillysmile*.

I want to be a published writer ! Why am I spending my existence mindlessly performing tasks at this dead end job for a couple of monkey asses ?!
I shall write myself away from them , and when I do I shall give them the happy royal finger ! *Regal writer-like nod *.
I've had writers block the size of Antartica for a hella long time. Now finally and inexplicably its melting......

Your voice , across the ocean , breathes sweet oxygen into my soul and I stop holding my breath .....I exhale poetry.

Lets Get Retarded

Detoxing today.
Less caffeine , more vegies.
My body is threatening to pack up in the middle of the night to go stay in a crisis shelter for abused systems...
Felt seedy and blech all day yesterday ( Sunday ). Yes it was of the self inflicted 'one too many drinks the night before ' variety....
'One too many ' for me translates into a total of 3 or 4 drinks though , sometimes.
Yeahhhhh I'ma cheap-date-chicaroonie !
Had a lonnnnnng sleep in , got up and had a shower , dancing under the water to "Lets Get Retarded in hereeeeeee "
That I did.

I didnt realize Canada was SO expensive a place to get to !
Cheapest flight I've seen so far is $ 2,760 return ( thats probably before taxes too )
Damnit damnit :(
Looks like I am swimming it kiddies.

Lyrics that make ya go ohhh

Wow , I'm posting twice on the one day *wink*

I wonder why it took me so long to discover Mr Jeff Buckley ....

Been playin his songs tonight ... his lyrics amaze me and touch me ..

Especially these four lines , from 'Lover , You Should've Come Over' ....

It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when i slept so soft against her
It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter
It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever

Proof ....

Song Playing : ' Glory Box ' - Portishead

.....I can take a pic without pulling a goofy face.

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

"Yer a sillay sillay woman !"

This is why you should never give cams to silly girls.




While we're waiting for that one to cook , heres some faces I prepared for you earlier ...



I dedicate this post to Brown Brothers Crouchen Reisling , without you this post would never have existed :)



Cheers !

-T

Dance lil lady dance

Song Playing : ' No More Drama ' - Mary J Blige.

After years and years of saying " I'll do it one day ......" I got sick of hearing myself being a spruiker , not a doer .......so I went and took my first .......

Flamenco dance class !!! *cheer*

I lurrrrrrved it , muchachos !

However 'bignoted' this sounds , dancing comes as easily to me as breathing...
A day without dancing is a day wasted.

I'm going to buy these flamenco shoes , which means ordering online and getting a pair sent from Spain ... not cheap but the Menkas shoes are quality and last a while....




P.S The title of this entry is the name of a song ..... it was one of the first favourite songs of mine to 'a-shaka my tush' to when I was a 4 year old mini-chica.
According to family members , as soon as I heard the song I used to instantly drop what I was doing , light up like a glow-bug and danccccccccccce so happy-like.

Breaking News

Song playing : ' Lover , You Should've Come Over' Jeff Buckley.

Saturday 28th August 2004.
Girl unthaws , rediscovers lower limbs & embarks on a shooting rampage.

A strange and pale girl was discovered walking around the suburb of North Fitzroy today.
She appeared to be entranced by the warm , sunny beautiful Melbourne weather.
She walked around with a camera in hand all day , only stopping to take photos of various subject matter.

Witnesses report odd behaviour from the girl , such as taking photos of her bowl of noodles during lunchtime whilst sitting outside the Bok Choy restaurant on St Georges Road.....




"It was as if she had never seen a bowl of noodles before...." a Bok Choy source said.

The unnamed girl was later seen sitting under a big tree in a nearby park and wriggling her bare feet in the grass and delighting at the sun on her toes. She then took a photo of said feet before lying on her back under the massive , umbrella-like leafy tree branches and pointing her camera to the sky.

"Did someone leave the lock off her cage ?" a concerned nearby parkgoer asked. "I'm worried she will turn on me next and photograph the play of sunlight on my bald spot ...or worse !!

Victims are seeking reassurance that any printed pictures will be photoshopped.


Dazey happy photo girl still remains at large.

If you see this girl , please contact CheerStoppers.

If I ever lose my faith

Song Playing : 'If I Ever Lose My Faith In You' - Sting.

During my lunchbreak , last Thursday , I watched an interview Oprah had with Sting on her show. The last quarter of the show then involved Sting and his wife Trudie.
Now I gotta say here that I have a ( rather healthy ) scepticism of celebrity marriages as far as how loyal they all are towards each other and so forth...
Yet , watching these two ppl talk about the love that they have for each other ... the way they were speaking these words and the way they were looking at each other ...
Well lets just say its so good to see two ppl so in love with each other .... after many, many years of being together ! :)

Thought I'd post most of the interview below....

Sting says one of the most defining moments of his life happened when as a boy he discovered his mother with her lover. Sting says his mother's affair distorted all of his future relationships with women.

"I think it made me very afraid of intimacy for many, many years—afraid to tell the truth…It did color every relationship I had with women. I'm not sure if I trusted women, for a long, long time."

After witnessing his mother's infidelity, Sting became an angry child and would often go to his grandmother's house, where he would play the piano aggressively. One such instance inspired the title of his memoir.

"She came in and said, 'Would you stop playing that broken music?' That was her expression for what I was doing," Sting explains."And I felt kind of ashamed, so I spent the rest of my life trying to 'fix' the music."

Oprah: "You ended up doing something that you had for so many years resented your mother for: You fell in love with a woman while you were married and ended up doing the exact same thing."

Sting: "Well, it wasn't exactly the same thing because I was honest about my love for this woman. I met Trudie and instantly recognized who she was, that she was the woman for the rest of my life. There was a tidal wave of emotion that simply couldn't be stopped. But I didn't tell a lie for the rest of my life; I openly admitted it."


Trudie says the way she met Sting was far from ideal: Sting and his family were her next-door neighbors! But she couldn't help falling in love with him.

"It's so indescribable. It's a feeling that you've come home.
It was growing on us, particularly on me, in a way that was not really ideal. Sting was married and had a family so it was an act of betrayal," acknowledges Trudie. "It's this thing called love. It's bigger than us, isn't it?"

Sting : " We've known each other for a quarter of a century. I'm still deeply in love with her and deeply in lust with her at the same time. It's a continuing adventure , I learn more about her every day and there's so much to learn....
I'll never quite get to the bottom of this woman , which intruiges me.

My goal is to die with this woman loving me."

Is their sex life as wild and wonderful as we hear?

Trudie : "It's not five or seven hours of sex, it's five or six or seven hours of lovemaking. Now lovemaking to me is like a renewal of ourselves. So he'll run a bath for me and the bathroom will be set with candles and essential oils. Then he'll give me a massage. And we'll look at each other in the eyes for a very long time. Because don't forget he travels a lot so when we come together it's really a renewal of the day we started our love affair. Being together is as important as the sex act. Making love can go on for hours because we can be kissing each other. After all these years, I love him still kissing me."

*Sigh*.

La Blushing Senorita

Spring is standing behind Winter , tapping him on the shoulder.....
Shes smiling & calmly waiting for him to make his exit so that she can gently envelope her freezing cold children of Melbourne into her arms and carress us with her warm honeysuckle scented breath.

Spanish class last night. Lesson # [show-off] diecisiete ( 17 ) [/show-off]
I'm loving learning a different language. It feels as if I'm being given all the passwords to a secret society *silly grin*.
I never knew this but Spanish is considered a 'Romance' language , along with Portuguese, French, Italian and Romanian.
Its not that I didnt know that Spanish is included in this language category...its that I didnt know that there was a 'Romance' category.....


I am blushing too much lately. Over nothing!
I have always been a blusher and I copped heaps of good natured teasin over it growing up.
Then I grew outta teenagehood and thought I'd gotten over it !
Uhhh no.
Example : I walked to the supermarket with a classmate , after we finished Spanish , last night. He had to do grocery shopping and I had to pick up photos so we figured we'd walk together. Got to said supermarket and we faltered in our conversation because I had to go upstairs to the photo developer... hence we had to go our seperate ways.
Silliest thing to happen , for no reason ....I blushed.
I have no idea WHY coz I wasnt embarrased.I felt the usual heat in the cheeks and prickly sensation in my skin and thought " OH dear GAWD , here we go ...."
THATS where the true embarrassment starts because I know the other person can see my blush. So my face goes even REDDER til its like beetroot red. And all I wanna do at that moment is HIDE til it goes away !
LOL !
Its only been happening again over the last 3 months or so.I'm not exactly a shy person so it aint related to anything like that either.

Anyway heres a pic I took a few weeks ago , sitting on my bedroom floor. Had no tripod at the time so I had to place the camera on my ol 'glorybox' and scrunch down.




Yes ,I'm doing a wierd thing with my hand in that shot. Some people see a camera pointing at them and pull a silly face. I either smooch to the camera ( see mama-love post pic ) or I pose my hands in some strange way *wink*.
Maybe its the photography version of 'Hand Shadows on Wall'?

Sunlight, Sparkles & Daisies

Today is one of those GORGEOUS days where , when outside , you move through warm , soft spring air and the sunlight bathes your hair and skin with sparkles.
The sky is colored baby blue , occassional fluffy white cotton balls of cloud floating by.
I just want to ditch responsibilites , ditch work , find a park with tall heady-scented grass , lie back and just let the sun soak into every pore and melt the icicles that winter has formed ......
Coz it sure as hell has been a bloody cold season baybay !
Walking back to work , after lunch , a large round daisy 'bouquet' captures my attention and I cant resist it. I walk over and lean down , close my eyes and breathe in daisy perfume.
After a minute , I pick one and put it in my hair and continue walking back to the office.

Last Saturday I came across something from the oldie-but-a-goodie' childrens classic Peter Pan. It has been so long since I read that story I had forgotten this cute magical lil passage :


"When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies."

Headin off for a Mama-Love Fix

Song playing : 'I'll Be Seeing You'- Billie Holiday.

Threw a sickie today , from work....

I work six days a week and have done for the last 8 years. Its a 'once-every-blue-moon' thang for me to enjoy an actual TWO day weekend.
So whenever I feel a pang of guilt today I zap it !

Had my papa staying at my place from last Saturday to Wednesday. Then he went back to his home in Queensland.
Even though I will never be as close to him as I am to my mum , it was good to have his company.
Your parents are your parents and I know he loves me and my sisters and brother more then his life.
I'm the eldest.... he was only 17 ( turning 18 ) when I was born and he was a bit of a wild one back then.
He was a crazy kid with a matching big tough bravado but when he came home to a tiny baby daughter he was probably scared witless lol.
He was in Melbourne to have a new eye treatment - its similiar to laser eye surgery. His appointment was Tuesday night at 8:30 pm.... we got there at 8 pm.
He didnt get called in until 12:15 am.
Dad was getting annoyed around 9:30 pm... by 11:30 pm he was nodding off to sleep. I'm glad I was there with him for the wait though.I just chatted with him to take his mind off the 'waiting'. Plus we watched the Olympics on the waiting room tv.
Thank God for the tv lol.
Anyway I gotta log off and go catch a train. I'm heading up to a small country town called Seymour. Thats where the mama lives.
I love leaving Melbourne and the rat-race behind. The minute I start my journey I relax.
Mum , her fiance Malcolm and his son Heath are taking me out to dinner tonight.Its a restaurant that doubles as an art gallery.Its just gonna be a relaxed continuation of my birthday celebrations. Then , on Sunday , we're going to a spot in the country that they told me is BEWWWWTIFUL !
Taking my camera , loads of film and tripod *silly grin *.

[mush-moment] I love the people in my life. [/mush-moment]

Heres one of em. My mum :) ....( and yours truly )



Take care kiddos.

- T

Amigos & Hula-Hoops

Well my 30th birthday shimmied in , belly danced and sashayed its way back behind the velveteen curtain for another year.

Yep ,theres something sexy about the number three O ...and its nine sisters proceeding after it. Ms 30 is startin to get good at swinging those hips and dancing to the hypnotising beat of the drum.
And shes got nada on the rest of the group ! *wink*.

Now I'm not saying I have achieved this yet (I'm workin on it , aint quite there yet ppls *laugh* ) but ..........
I'll say this about BOTH men & women ...;
Theres a certain deep beauty in someone that has 'grown into their own skin'.
Unlike the surface-level brand of prettiness , this beauty is intangible , ingrained , indelible ....and its ink flows from living by heart , seeing by mind & loving from soul.

And theres something you might have realized about me. I babble. A lot.

Had a FANTASTICAL day on my Friday the 13th b'day !
Unlucky for some but lucky for this chicaroonie *silly grin *.
It was just a haze of phone calls , messages and smiles. My lil sis sent me bewwwtiful flowers to my workplace ( and I grinned all big-like when I saw em !! ).Talked to J , hung out with mum , went out dancingggggg all night with mi mama , mi sisters and mi amigos. The following Saturday I went to my sister's and we cooked up spaghetti bolegnaise and I got to hang out with my two favourite mini-men , my nephews !! They both showered me with lil boy smiles.
I was just a loved-up puppy.

Went out shopping with my papa and sis on Sunday ( well they bought stuff anyway.)
The only thing I bought was a pink sparkly hula-hoop , which I took for a test-run in an aisle in Big W. My sister 'deadpan-looked' me and asked me if I REALLY will use it , before she let the supressed smile escape. She's slowly coming to terms with the fact that big sis is just a big kid and aint gonna be changin anytime soon *wink*.
I was quite happy with my hula-hoop *big grin*.
And si.... I really WILL use it :P.

I think everyone should buy a kid thang for themselves when they turn 30.

-T