greetings from southern california!

ok

update

i'm in LA

all fun

went to mexico today

even more fun

made cool as friends

will let you know more later :)

must-click link

for a full account of the surprise party, refer to that awesome girl Jayce's blog post.

she really is awesome-ness in human form

today

is my last day in Australia until next year.
aaahhhh.
so excited.
little scared.
but i'll be over the scared when i get there.

hopefully i'll get to blog over there....
i promise to make an effort...
mwah.
oyster out.

beach

with elisse and tyler.
those sexy sexies.

surprise

so my friends threw me a surprise party for going away and my birthday.
I had noooo idea.
i was definitely surprised.
i love them all way too so totally much.

the moon, jupiter and venus

won't see this for another 35 years.

suspense

Suspense by Michel Haddi

Models: Josh Parkinson, Fernando Machado

cool people

someone cool once wrote me something which is special to me. I carry a copy with me everywhere I go, and when I'm down or having a bad day, I pull it out and give it a read and it brightens up my day. It talks about how much I mean to her, but that is nothing in comparison to what she means to me.

She is the greatest, funniest, loveliest, most sincere, happy, loveable, most honest, smartest, caring, crazy jumping ball of fun that anyone could ever wish to call their friend, and I guess I need to make sure that she knows this. I think every time we see eachother we find something to smile and laugh about, even if one of us is having the day from hell, the other will cheer them up.

love ya guts too :)

xxx

storms

i took this photo myself
it could be better
but i'm still proud of myself

versace

eyewear

11 pair

do you think that counts as an addiction?

no way, right?

tickets

oh my god.
it has finally sunk in.
i sit and stare at them.
i'm finally going to america.

mundane?

is life really mundane? repeating the same thing over and over, nothing exciting ever happening?

an all too familiar scene....

coming home today from the city i realised that a packed bus is full of so many stories. Every person that steps on has a story to tell. Where have they been? Where are they going? And how amazing it is that all of our stories have this 30 minute bus ride in common. No matter where we've been, or what we've experienced that day, or what happens after we hop off, there is still that noisy, crowded bus ride that we shared together.. So maybe we have more in common than we think....

woke up at 3am, did an exam at 8.30, drove to a friend's house at 10.30, went to city at 11.00, bought african wrist-bands, caught the 130.....

woke up, morning prayers, morning sickness, journeyed to mater hospital to check on the baby, caught the 130.....

woke up, hit snooze, running late for work, run to work. get fired, caught the 130.....

woke up, all excited, today is THE day! go into the city, wait for him. he's not coming. caught the 130.....

woke up, depressed at the mundanity of my life, went to school yet again... i have no friends.. after school, go shopping, buy a new bikini from city beach, caught the 130.....

woke up, we haven't landed yet, this is so exciting, I've never been to Australia! when i land, i take the train into the city, and I know I have to catch a bus to auntie's, i caught the 130.....

.... and the list goes on
there must be at least 40 people on that bus, and every one of them tells a different story..
but we all keep to ourselves.
why all the secrets?
ok, but how weird would it be to just tell everyone on the bus what you've been up to.
I guess some people find solitude in bus rides. their own alone time.. time to contemplate their thoughts, or get lost in their own imagination.

all this in a noisy, crowded bus.

maybe life isn't as mundane as was thought.

sean o'pry

ouchies

i have a blister on my little toe and it hurts.


how am i supposed to wear my lucky shoes to my exam tomorrow?
a little sympathy please?

this country

Out in the south-west along the banks of the Murrumbidgee the snakes come out at sundown to dance. The mulga, gwardar and the Eastern brown, the clumsy death adder, black-headed python and the harmless carpet snake. They sway and twist in streaks of twirling ribbon, loops of gunmetal grey and whips of bronze catching the late afternoon sun, reptilian lightning that sends puffs of grey dust into the baking air.

This is country to make hard men whimper and bite their knuckles in their sleep. Old man saltbush tethers the black soil to an endless horizon. By sunrise the day is already grown hazy from the heat. Dark pre-Cambrian rock and mulga scrub tremble in an illusion of moisture. Men see for the most part through squinting eyes plagued by a constant vexation of black flies that suck the moisture from creased skin and feed on the salty sweat stains on their flannel shirts. It is a place where the heat is so severe birds lose their strength to fly and drop like stones from the breathless air.

The women, their hips wide and slack from too many pregnancies, walk with a slow gait. It is as though their shadows contain the weight of their weariness, dark sacks dragging along the ground behind them. Their faces are hidden in the interior of deep bonnets, but it is their hands which first betray them, blunt, calloused fingers and broken nails, skin raw and puffy from the constant use of lye soap and slap of wet flannel against a corrugated washboard.

This is a place to break your heart and leave no sentiment to alleviate a life of bitterness and struggle. Three hundred days a year a hard-faced sky mocks any hope of rain and every miserable dog's day dawn is much the same as the one before it. Monotony and stoicism are constant companions, imagination a bad habit to be quickly stamped out of young children so that they may be made useful and compliant. It is here where, at dusk, the snakes dance on the banks of the Murrumbidgee.

i'm a fool

jayce: I smell rice
bren: you always smell nice.
jayce: you clearly can't read.
brendan breaks into hysterical laughter

funniest thing to happen all day.

wish list

I want these shoes.

Marc Jacobs, can I have them please.

lunch time

The rain is so light that I didn't even realise it was raining until now.
Justin Timberlake is on Ellen today, so i might watch that.

happy pondering,
o.

bienvenue et une explication

oyster (n.) 1. something from which a person may extract or derive advantage: The world is my oyster. 2. Slang. a closemouthed or uncommunicative person, esp. one who keeps secrets well.

pondering (v.) weighing in the mind with thoroughness and care.