fie-guratively speaking

packing + stuffed sinuses + sore throat = melancholic spiral

so thank you for helping me squishsquash the air out of my vacuum (fart) packs, for being really clever at arranging boxes, for easing my headache, for making sure i had something in my tummy for dinner, for staying by my side and letting me whinge, for yummy lemon tea, for giving me some wentworth miller action entertainment, for being patient with this grumpy patient.

the thought of leaving burns a little hole in me. but you/You never let me singe too far.

and everything starts to feel a little alright.

***

rock shows

gimme dark

windows

he reads my mags

stainless

steel

mission shopping

friendly drop ins

top spins and lost tennis balls

mr chef

poses

posers

grin smiles

suits and collars

cereal ain’t lunch

too many gadgets

fantastic favourites

fall and chip

laughs all around

streaks of happy

i still like zegna best

cafe coffee

parisian lanes

lace, heels and swishy skirts

comfortable

tuesday opportunities

no such thing as too much moscato

you’ll never see me drunk

purevolume

run run

love of the game

pub crawl

here we go again

christmas in july

girl natter chatter

shuttered evanescence

captured time frames

black & white

hug

picture perfect

Step

you’re my best friend

big bird

follow the road

tulip fun

…

always a part of me

i bumped into someone who looked like you this morning.

and i suddenly felt really sad i didn’t get a chance to say goodbye.

but here’s a truckload of hugs&kisses as you start your journey in uk. hope you’re already having an awesome time.

love ya heaps, big guy!

pixeled pictures that echo a resonance;

carillon harmonies that don’t try to hide.

for once,

perfect symmetry.

leave a world behind, let a whisper breathe.

watchthisspace

because tomorrow will sleep into another,

and the day you used to know will still remain

a little beautiful.

so the Boy had his first overseas gig tonight.

it was right ruddy awesome!

i unleashed my groupie side and did everything from being sound check person, to maker of cd covers, to song title brainstormist.

cool-ness personified, i tell ya.

to the three (plus one) of keeper’s arms: you guys so rocked! live the dream!

and to a particular lead singer in redandblack stripes: rockstar ;)

** gig photos up HERE! **

always caramel macchiato and (skinny!) mocha frappe; hand in hand ambles; silly walks and floppy flipped slippers; traffic light squeezes; dumpling cravings; etched-smile nicknames; sing along sessions and random renditions; grammar spell checks; house-hunt and mobile phone road trips; rockers and hip hoppers; window/shopping sprees; yummy archi/ interior design/nw gossip magazine browses; fun in the sun; post in ten; favourite midnight chinese take outs; quiet contented contemplations.

mezzanine breathing.

memorized beats. 

sketch the edges of Happy,

outline the borders of Perfection.

don’t it feel like Sunshine, after all.

happy super sixteenth to my chilli padi, rocker chick sister!

i know you’re in the midst of spm trials, but have a fantastic day non the less. will see you back home real soon so we can swap music stories and hit the malls together.

who would’ve thought she’d turn sixteen so soon

and for the record, you’re way cooler than i ever was at sixteen.

(but i’m still cooler now. shaddup, don’t say anything)

iloveyou, babes.

***

and to the other rocker in my life…

watching you play tonight rocked my socks.

i’ll be your song note coordinator and fan-base manager when your band hits the top charts, ok?

:)

unexpected daisy surprises which make me smile till my cheeks hurt.

:)

he makes my day, he does. 

***

so i’m leaving in a couple of weeks to sunny, hot, humid malaysia. i have yet to pack my life, simply because i

1) have been lazy beyond belief

2) haven’t bought my vacuum seal packs from big w.

3) have come up with every available excuse not to wade through the copious amount of junk i’ve managed to hoard over the three years.

it feels slightly pointless to pack up everything, lug it back to kl, wait a year, pack AGAIN, then lug it back to melbourne.

AGAIN.

bah.

do me a favour? drop by and take some stuff off me.

i’m thankful for sudden streams of sunlight which remind me that He never fails, and that even the tiniest, seemingly insiginificant longings matter to Him.

so i’ll stand with arms high and heart abandoned.

completely.

***

mish mash of events that have happened over the month up here!

if there ever was a perfect day, today would have been it.

epitome nonpareil.