i only dream big when i have little

One thing I want to do, of little significance and little priority, is to walk down Johnson Street- which is through the suburb of Fitzroy. The only reason I can't do it now is because I think it'd pain me too much to know I couldn't buy or even afford any of the curious little items in those curious little shops that captured my longing. I think it'd be a right of passage, if anything. Johnson Street is the street I will visit once clearing the debt owing to my dearest parents, having attained a hopefully consistent income.

The current times have brought me the distressing news of having to live off approximately $50 each month...

This goal is one of the selfish desires my habitual shopping tendencies have produced. Self control is something I have little of. The giveaways are my eating habits and my shopping habits. Mind you, I'm a great shopper! I'm a bargain hunter and considerably op-shop wise, having worked at one for a month now and shopped at others since...forever or a couple of years. Eating wise: I eat and eat and eat, whatever's in my view will be eventually be devoured by me, though I try to resist.

Anyway, all I wanted to tell you is that I want to walk the stretch of Johnson Street, and if the day is permitting and the mood-good, probably a trek up and down Brunswick Street too! Followed by the eventual R&R at a cosy little bar with the friend or few who accompanied me in reckless window shopping. This spree will be the exploration from the perspective of one who is...rich...or at least a couple of hundred up...which is...rich.

First Johnson Street,
next,
Japan.

charmed, i'm sure

I expect of love,

nothing less obscure or eccentric.

how long must the obvious stare us in the face before we realise it was obviously true...yet we only learn them through the most obscure occasions.

There is nothing more beautiful than my sister.
I say this because she's beauty beyond compare and a strength I could only hope to acquire. She's robust and cluey, wary and of ferocious fight.
She's here for me (a certainty I often forget) & I for her.
I am ever so insecure at a time like this. Enters her, and she just kicks sand over this roaring furnace of tilted paranoia. She adds to it sometimes, but on a whole she does more good than bad.

I feel a little selfish. I'm going to Phillip Island. I'm crashing her holiday. I'm just afraid that if I stay at home, I'll fall apart. I really, really don't want to fall apart. I just want to be around friends, because I've just discovered they're preciously valuable (hello Captain Obvious, cape and all!), and they make up the bulk of my worth.

I just want to waste time with the people I love. Although, someone inspiring did quote "time spent with friends is never wasted". Argue if you will, but I'm certain that time wasted with friends is better than time wasted alone.

the road to home

Tell me you wouldn't want to drive home with a view like that? I just want to keep driving, and read a book and drink homemade lemonade at the same time!
Today's the most marvelous thing since colour tv!

Have I told you lately that I love you?

gold like rain

I feel like I've been picking up gold nuggets like leaves in autumn. I've not only picked up a handful or six of valuable 4 hour O-Week shifts for the next two weeks, I have also upgraded my phone 9 months early thanks to a loophole in the system (much to my favour), walked a decent walk in the crisp cold including loudly laughed moments with a cousin, shared a conversation with lovely Les - the big issue seller of Melbourne Uni and enjoyed the pleasant company of Mother Dear to the tune of a very satisfying (flavour intensive) lunch at a cafe/restaurant I can't remember the name of but will definitely return to.

I am undoubtedly feeling fresh, without having deserved a cent of it! Soon my cousins will call me having finished their orientation day for the introduction to university on a desert continent and we'll kill time like a slaughterhouse in overdrive. I'll later proceed (with the cargo of 3 other stunning girls) to the designated house for GIRLS NIGHT IN, which has been forever postponed and a couple of years overdue; and there drink in reminiscent memories, braid new laughs into my hair and act like a girl -as I was born.

Yet what have I achieved today? When could I afford just blessing, such beauty, and pleasant surprise? Smiles like helium balloons have lifted all over my sky and hit power lines- exploding into sparks above me!

So today pours gold like rain from wisps of cloud. Tomorrow I'm hoping no balancing will be required so I won't be crippled by all hail and brimstone!
They say "grab life by the balls" - in a same thought, demand that tomorrow bring us better than today!...and if it refuses, go and make it better yourself!

Today's strangely solemn for a day of unplanned pamper.
Love you plenty,with the little I have!

today is for success so tomorrow can be conquered

OH JOY!
perhaps I'm counting my eggs before they've hatched- but I've been short of a job for the fifth month approaching...and a handful of minutes ago, I got a call from my not-most-favorite company asking me if I would be interested in promoting them since I'd done well enough representing them in the previous two O-weeks at universities because I like being loud and the like. (I think that was a too long sentence, and I English poverty excitement rendered sillily stringed)

Anyplace, if I am not mistaken, I'll get two weeks of work almost everyday at a reasonable price for my time! Now? Just to find a safe to place my earnings; as even in my apparent poverty - i manage to find avenues for throwing greens off bridges. I need to survive off this til a young man comes to my rescue or until i make good of my idea to become a small-scale entrepreneur.

Are you with me?
I've stumbled upon a small fortune. I've never been so grateful for employment. I love promoting. I love yelling, being the centre of attention and the earning of monies for acting as a human megaphone.

Hello sunshine, the future started looking a little less meek and a little more eternal. Like maybe for a month, I won't be so concerned with my funding for life as a university student. I love not needing money. I also love spending when I have little. I like being able to afford being generous. I like much, I have much. I have little money, but that never solved life like love did.

I want to hug you and celebrate. I want to tell you the least of my worries are now, momentarily silenced. Life is ours to be conquered! Smile, chump!

the knife, the spoon & an awkward tune.

There is no relationship as awkward as that between the knife and the spoon. I say this because they are very jealous of each other, especially having to share the fork. A spoon and fork compliment each other. A knife and fork compliment each other. The fork is lovely, cooperative and yet independent. The spoon and knife require the fork for smooth and eloquent uses (with the exception of soup spoons, desert spoons and butcher knives).

However, the knife and spoon have no use for the other. With one spoon in hand and a knife in the other, coordination is fruitless, driven to shame as the tools just do not suit!

Nothing can or will change the fact that the spoon and knife were not made for each other and have no reason to get along. Could this be true with people? Could two individuals never get along as they cannot compliment each other and only share the common grounds of being both alive and human?

Honestly, I don't think so.

Cutlery cannot change itself or else loose it's name and intention. On the contrary, people are allowed to change and still be alive and human. I think all people could - them willing - get along and bring out a usefulness in the other. The case is not so hopeful for the knife and spoon They can, at most, acknowledge the use of the other, but not work with...not more efficiently than their dance with the fork.

skip to my lou

Hear ye, hear ye!
As of this new financial year, I have begun the newest (hopefully most sustainable) fitness regime! Two days in and I'm feeling mighty fine, but not too inconvenienced! My days of hosting this overhanging gut are over! Goodbye guilt and shameful baby belly! Hello Boogie Wonderland!

"So, what is this magical idea, sisterr?" You ask.
"Skipping" I reply.

Everyday my only goal (for fitness) is to skip non-stop to the party song of the 70's: Boogie Wonderland. What's more is that the songs following track two on my '70's Super Disco' cd are just as stimulating, for the day when my stamina cries "More! Challenge me further!".

Yesternight I skipped as well as I could (not non-stop, as I was tripping over myself more frequently as the song wore on) to the 4minute, 50second song. It is no easy task, I assure you! After a break, I proceeded to skip to halfway through Lady Marmalade, rewarding myself after with a movie with Suzanne, which was sad. Very, very sad. I managed to reclaim easy breathing halfway through the 88 minutes of Studio Gibli, sympathising more and more with the two beautiful characters in "Grave of the Fireflies" and crying through the last 20minutes- not sobbed, cried silently, so I could still hear the movie. I felt deathy sad afterward, and so proceeded to watch the anime that began my love for Gibli, "Naussica and the Valley of the Wind". I may be a terrible story teller (please excuse the anticlimax recollection of my yesternight, I usually have a point).

Oh oh, here's a nifty little site for bloggers and crafters alike. The latest entries are quite patriotic to Amercia (not that that's a problem), they just lovely crafts and ideas for the restless and hungry: http://www.skiptomylou.org/

all things shiny,
your sisterr.