Happy New Year

LOVE FROM SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA.

xxx

love

alacrity _danger

Hmmm, I just looked back at that post and laughed a little. It wasn't meant to be some 'OMG' kind of thing for anyone...but for me it was.

See, I kind of fell head-over-heels for a guy I worked with when I was about 16. He was 36 year's old. Big mistake right from the start.

Nothing happened between us...I mean really, what could or would have happened? The lad was nearly 40 and I had only just entered my teens. What - could he have taken me out for ice-cream? Or could I have waited outside while he threw back a few schooners with the boys?

And, you'd think this whole 'idea' that men just want young women would in turn work in my favour...well, thankfully it didn't. I say thankfully because looking back at my 16 year old self, I know I was no-where near ready for a relationship/commitment or anything else that didn't involve crime novels (here's to you Cornwell for filling my tender mind with crime... I'll love you forever more).

Gabriela Camerotti

Now I'm a 22 year-old woman. Oh God...I'm not a girl I'm a WOMAN. Even saying that sounds so 'official' and even a little frightening. And for the last 5 years I've measured every single man I've met up to this guy I fell for. No-one measured up to him. And you know why? Because I had invented what I thought he was like. I didn't know him that well - I just worked with him, saw him every day etc. But in my mind I thought up ways he would behave, things he would say, his likes/dislikes etc. I built my own perfect man with him as my template.

He has a girlfriend now - I'm not sure about that other 4 year gap, I heard he was a bit of a Lothario and has women come in and out of his life so I assumed he would have had someone...just not 'the one'. That said I don't think this girl is the one, who knows, maybe she is. Point being, anything I felt for him has disappeared. I'd like to think it's maturity. I'd like to believe I've grown up, I've changed my mind...and the person I am now, doesn't need to same person I needed at 16.

So there it is. One sleep to go until 2009 come rolling on in and I've discarded an old-love that I had let cling onto me for years and years.

Truth be told, there is some part of me that will still hold a special memory of him (or the 'him' I created), primarily because it represents the most perfect unrecognised love.

Happy Pre-New Year :)

xxx

update - update - update - update - update - update - update - update -

I've fallen out of love with a man I've been infatuated with since I was 16.

More to come...

odd

Zing, zing, zing.

It's been the oddest week. It's Sunday, but feels like Friday. You know when that happens, and you feel all out-of-sync and then your week turns into one big snowball of days?

Plus, the week will turn into a brand New Year mid-way through, so you cant understand why I feel so odd.

I've taken to immersing myself in Monty Python and lots of other silly things. I'm a big Python fan, I love the lads and I think their humour is pure genius. I know it's not funny to everyone (my mum doesn't like them at all), but, i find the absurdity and odd nature of their skits put me in a different mind-set. And that's what I love about them. I think that should be the aim of anyone who is creating; be it art, skits, music etc. You want your audience to be transported into a different place, taken out of reality and thrown somewhere else.

Philosophers Football

I have to say though, I used to think Michael Palin was by far the most attractive Python boy, BUT, I've taken quite a liking to Terry Jones recently. That's not to say I think Jones is the funniest, oh no, that honour goes to Cleese, Chapman and Palin ( can't pick, sorry ), but looks wise? Yeah, Jones wins that...even dressed as a woman which he seems to have a penchant for.

Fish Slapping Dance

So, what I want to know is, is the Monty Python love a purely British/Australian thing, or do other people 'get it' or 'get them' ?.

xxx

60's baby!

litteredglass

Right now I am totally into and in love with the 60's era. I love the straight cut clothes, the short hair cuts, the androgyny, the clean but eccentric make-up. I love, love, LOVE it all. So, in honour of my new found worship - I have dedicated a post to help anyone else who wishes to join me on my brigade to re-visit the era style blessed.

• Here's a wonderful run-down of the tragic life of 60's icon, Edie Segwick's.

• Eye make-up from the 60's is one of the most quintessential elements of the whole mod get-up. It's dark, lots of mascara, liner, kohl...it's all big, black and bold. If you need a lesson in how to paint some 60's magic on your blinkers, check out this site.

• If you wanna see a video outlining a step-by-step process, check this out.

• OH.MY.GOD...ModCloth has the best (and I'm not exaggerating here), they have the bestest clothes if you want to transform yourself into Edie Sedgwick or any other 60's chanteuse. The prices are really reasonable, some of their is one-of-a-kind so you know you won't catch anyone else wearing what you've got, and the people that run it are a nice bunch of folks. What are you waiting for? Click, click, CLICK!
• This site has everything you need to know about the decade (pity about it being littered with gif's from 98).
  

• And how could I forget that other mod-icon... TWIGGY! It's funny, because in all her old 60's modelling shots she never smiled. Not that it bothered me, I think the whole waif, lost child look totally added to her charm. But not, she has completely changed and smiles and smiles and smiles.

Check out this video dedicated to living life in the mod-era

edit-edit-edit

Well, well, well. Oh my lord, I'm in the editing chair and I'm in control of news bulletins all night. Is that a good thing? Well, it's not so bad, considering I'm chewing my nails down to nothing stressting over lead stories and audio.

Although, it is nice to be sitting here alone in the news room, doing my own little merry thing and feeling like I have control...the airwaves are mine...for approximately 6.05 minutes.

posting in...

Smithsonian Institution

So, so, so my darlings. I have been absent from the internet for what feels like forever!
Getting knee deep in my new job and with my ISP deciding to shut its door without letting its customers know...yeah, all those things make a recipe for Internet activity impossible!

Not much to update, really though. It reminds me of those times you see people you haven't seen for years and when you two really start talking you both end up saying 'yeah...not much has really changed'.

Although, tonight I'm on my own at work. Edititng, writing and reading the news. Dear God, I'm petrified, excited and positively wrapped that I've been given the chance to do it.

Now that my computer is working...and I've switched ISP's (damn you chilli), updates will be more frequent.