All my loving.

I have yet another hangover. Red wine can do that too you quite easily. Although i am becoming concerned about my desire for gin and tonics ever day at the moment...Not something someone my age should be craving no?

Last night was really nice for me. The lovely girl next door, Jess invited Grah and I over for dinner. The food was delicious. Broccoli, anchovies, kalimata olives and chili pasta. Yum! and then chocolate fondue. And like i was saying before, lots of red wine. But it was lovely to be around people who i can have riveting conversations with. Rather than sitting around waiting for people i know to sober up from being stoned. Not entertaining nor stimulating what so ever.

All the loveliness of last night has made me think i would really like to have my own little dinner party before i go back to Perth for that short while. It's so much more of a rewarding and exciting feeling when you're cooking for people you love. So that is exactly what I'm going to do, invite my close friends over and cook them a feast, with sweet lounge cocktail party music in the background. That meaning that Dean Martin will be played at least once, at least!

So today i thought i should just potter at home, clean up the monstrosity that is my bedroom and catch up on some readddinngg. Although, i really really want to see a movie, so I'm trying to find someone who will come along to the pictures with me to see Public Enemies. Fingers crossed.

Oh and i need to go buy some flowers, and drop off my film. So i better plough!

Toorah.

One of my most favourite movies.

Yves Montand, hubba hubba.

Old times, were good times.

Well, I'm alone again.
It was nice having my sister around for the brief time. Sure we argued, but we always do.
But now I'm pretty lonely again. I took her to the airport and said I'd see her around and that sudden feeling of loneliness swooned over me as soon as i walked away and had no one to talk to anymore.
So i started to think of ways to cheer me up. And what could make you feel more homey and loved than a real Italian meal from the famous Pellegrini's Espresso Bar. As i walked through the original glass doors, the smell of real Italian food and the sound of old men yelling "Ravioli! who ordered it!?" made me feel content. I of course did order the Ravioli, from the lovely man who gave my sister and myself cheap drinks last time. It was delicious and served with a warm smile.
I think i can happily say now that whenever i am feeling blue, you'll find me at Pellegrini's. Down the back.

But unfortunately i was so incredibly intoxicated last night that i have yet to go to sleep so i bid this blog and readers good day.

What kind of fool am i?

What kind of clown am I?
What do I know of life?
Why can't I cast away the mask of play
and live my life?

Why can't I fall in love
Till I don't give a damn
And maybe then I'll know what kind of fool I am.



Oh yes and my sister is visiting. We are having quite the whale of a time. I'm sure we will have photographs of these times soon. The only tragic news i have is my beloved Gypsy band has been absent from their spot for two weeks now. Please come back Saruko, you were the only thing that i had to look forward to every Monday :( I need to see your lovely faces and hear ragtime tunes.

Staying awake to chase a dream.

Tasting the air you're breathing in.
I know i won't forget a thing.

To You,

I am craving, pleading.
To the passionate individual that i need right now to enlighten me. To give me the reassurance that such people still exist. Will you be in my company soon? I don't do much at the moment so I'm happy to spare any time. I need to witness some one, anyone displaying passion. In whatever way you chose. Perhaps we could meet very soon? I'll meet you on the corner. I'll be the one in the black coat, with the collar turned up.


Until then.

Insanity.

Once again i slept till two in the afternoon. Only to wake up being extremely angry about the matter. I have to start getting up, even if i don't have plans for the day. It is such a waste of my life. The funny thing is that i tell myself when i wake up in the morning that i really don't have anything to do, so i go back to sleep. When i actually have many things to do. I still haven't finished my two books, nor have i finished various art projects that i have started. And my room is a shambles. It is so much more pleasant when my room is nice. I actually want to spend time in there when it is all tidy and smelling clean.

It is silly though, i have said so many times that "Tomorrow! tomorrow i will wake up early"
But it never happens. I need someone to stand at the side of my bed and poke me with a stick until i wake up. And then i will go out and buy the cheap flowers and have the cheap breakfast that i said i was going have every single day for the last 4 weeks. It would be very nice to see morning light again. There is nothing more depressing than waking up when the sun has already started to descend for the day.

So now Siahne, you begin setting this into a habit. Apparently it takes 21 times of putting your desired habit into practise for it to actually become that. So tomorrow will be practise number one! And if i fail, then a slap on the wrist only sounds reasonable.

Despite my sheer frustration of sleeping the day away, my afternoon was lovely. My neighbour Jess invited myself and my housemate Grah over for cake and tea. So i quickly got changed and made my way out the back door and to the door next to me ha. Her house is lovely. She has cut out pieces of paper and formed a picture of a tree in her dining room, which is where we sat and had her home made cherry tea cake and scones. It was Delicious! Although i was and still am so distracted by her little black and white kitten named Henry that i probably could've been eating cardboard and still have been happy. But really, that cake was amazing. And so was the owl tea pot cosy.

But like all days, they end. I am left with a very homely feeling and i really like it. I've been thinking i may go and bake a cake now for my friend Austin because he is feeling a little down. It won't be as good as the delights I've had today but hey, a gal's gotta try!

Give me some sugar.

Really.

"You and me are the same, we don't know"

That's all i have right now, and it is killing me.

Instead of getting a decent amount of sleep.

I began to read a short story called "The Lost Decade"
It was so unbelievably beautiful. And by that, it got me very inspired. So i started to paint. I'm not furious at my lack of skills yet which is surprising but this is what i have done so far:
Keeping in mind it is very incomplete.

There is still a lot more to do, if i ever can be bothered doing it is another story.
Although now it is 3:12 am, so i should try to sleep.
Goodnight.

This is what i need.

Ohh, Untamed youth.

Plleeaasee. Anyone?

Saturday evening.

My sister is an amazing creature.

No kidding. I aspire to at least know half of what she does when I'm her age. Or even to be as wise, or talented, or as pretty ha. This is my favourite photo of her. Sure it's not a pretty portrait but i still love it :)

Might as well.

Thought i would share a photograph taken by the lovely friend of mine. It's of my little feline friend that lives on my finger.He sure has the knack, my friend who took the photo that is. Although my cat definitely has the knack too.
Enjoy Amigos.

Smile, what's the use in crying?

Its almost five in the morning and i am watching the memorial for Michael Jackson on television and they are the words his brother has just sung, and it is very true.
He may have left this earth, but The King of Pop will never die. Simple as that.
Every time his songs are played, or Thriller is shown, or someone tries to do the moonwalk; the world will be smiling and celebrating this genius for the rest of our lives. And that, will never stop.

I do not know what to say.

I am left utterly confused and sad.
I was having a conversation just before, one could say a lively debate about how society has become so ill mannered. And my views were just left considered "reminiscing about a fantasy time that did not exist". Then being related to the explanation of "Merry England".
Am i that misunderstood now that my views are considered a load of nostalgic wank?
I really did not expect this. I don't really know what to think now..

A strange evening.

Hello my beauties.
A storm is brewing. This is the only thing that i can relate my strange behavior to. Today has ended with me with a feeling of content. As to why i am feeling this i do not know.
I hung out with Austin today, something i haven't done in a while. It was really nice. But that is really all i did. So that doesn't help me come to the solution as to why i am feeling ok. Maybe it was finding Gatsby for four dollars the other day, and just spending time devouring it once again. Or that my knitting is going ok, no giant holes thus far. Or is it that i had a home cooked meal. Or is it the sounds of Balkan music that i chose to have threading through my ears at the moment. It makes me feel very alive and that is a nice and refreshing feeling to have if you have been doing nothing for the past two weeks. SO in conclusion i hope that this feeling continues until tomorrow where with all this chirpiness i feel like wearing a full brim hat. With a sash to keep it on my head. It will make my day. Besides also going tap shoe browsing. And yes i mean browsing, not buying. No clams in the bank means no tap shoes for me until my birthday. But that makes it sound so exciting, recieving tap shoes wrapped in tissue paper for my birthday. Oh i'm giddy thinking about it. I think i may go watch The Big Sleep yet again, hell why not.