Tuesday, 7 December 2010

The Internets

Hello beautiful blog! Oh how I have missed you. I can't believe my last post was in August. How much can change in 4 months? Only everything.

The Boyfriend and I broke up after many years together.
I got my own apartment.

So now I am single and living in my own place. The last time I lived by myself I was 18 and didn't know my arse from my elbow. Now I get it right 90% of the time.

The hardest part about moving was the lack of internets. I went without an internet connection for a month. I felt like I was deprived of oxygen. Do you know how much shiz changes every single day? I figured out that the internet is my crack. I am an information junkie. And I'm never giving it up again. Never!

So I am back. Better than before? Not today. But as U2 so smugly told us - it's just a moment and this moment will pass. So watch this space. You can't keep this bitch down for long.

Monday, 23 August 2010

Red Red Wine

Ok, so the song blows but the sentiment is spot on.
The older I get, the more I am enjoying red wine. And so far, I have only found one variety that I am not a huge fan of. But I have also found many varieties that I love, love, love - primarily, Pinot Noir.

My love affair with this delicious drop started after seeing Sideways in 2005. For two weeks after watching the film, I drank a glass (or 3) of pinot every night for two weeks. Purely for research and medicinal purposes of course... ha!

The thing that I loved about the film was that not only could I relate to the title, but I could relate to the love of red wine. Had I seen this movie when I was 20, I would have wondered what all the fuss was about.

And, to be totally bloody honest - when I come home from a pilates class I feel way less guilty about having a glass of red wine than I do about cracking open a beer. Red wine's good for your heart... right?

Saturday, 21 August 2010

Fun and Fearless Souls

My very good friend, Little Fei has a younger brother about to start college. She wanted to give her brother a present to help him start this new chapter, so she asked all of us with a few more years life experience (read - old) to think about what advice we would give our younger selves. She is going to collect all the letters and put them together in a book.

So I sat down and I wrote a letter to my younger self. I thought of me in my late teens and early twenties. I really enjoyed the experience and it made me think about who I love the most, and why. I am lucky enough to have a very special group of fun and fearless souls to call my friends. (Actually, there are a lot of 'f words' that describe us... but that's another story)

Here's my letter:

Dear Me,

I know this is the scariest and most exciting time in your life right now. And I know that sometimes you feel much older and sometimes much younger than your age. Don’t be afraid of what you don’t know yet – you will learn. Sometimes the lessons will be fun, funny and amazing but sometimes the lessons will hurt so much they take your breath away.

Control is an illusion. I know that seems hard to understand right now. You are so young and so powerful, you can create whatever life you want for yourself. But, control IS an illusion. If I could wish one thing for you it would be this – may you know just how powerful and valuable you are, and may you have the wisdom to know that your choices are half chance. You cannot control what will happen tomorrow, you cannot control how anyone else will feel about you and most of all, sometimes, you cannot control how you will feel about yourself.

Don’t beat yourself up about what you don’t have or what you can’t do. There is enough negativity in this world. Instead, choose love and honesty for yourself, your friends and your life.

Not all of your friends will stay with you forever. I know that is hard to hear but every person on this earth is on a journey.

Some people will stay with you for life – they are there to help you build strong emotional foundations. Let them help. Let them in to your life.

Some people you will meet for a season – they come into your life and make everything fun and light. They feed your soul in ways you can’t expect. And then one day, you won’t see them anymore. It is nothing that you have done. They just need to carry on with their journey. Remember these times.

Some people you will meet for a reason – remember what I said above about lessons? These friends will be there at amazing times in your life. They will see you at your very best or they may see you at your very worst. They may hurt you, and they may love you, more than you have ever felt possible. Whatever they do, they will change your life. When it comes time to leave them behind, don’t mourn their loss or regret that you ever met them. Pick up your heart, put down the emotional baggage, and walk away knowing that you are better for the experience.

Which brings me to my final point – ask for help. Whenever you need it. Don’t think you have to do everything on your own. You ARE strong. You ARE capable. But sometimes being a good friend means knowing when to lean on those you love. You are loved. Be brave. Be fearless. Everything is going to be okay.

Love,
Me x

Monday, 5 July 2010

Get Baked

Baking is one of the things I love to do most in this world. I wish that was different, though. I wish it was yoga, or running, or preparing nutritious, tasty and healthy meals made from locally grown organic produce. But alas, it is not. Flour, butter, sugar and eggs are what turn me on.

When I am browsing the aisles in the supermarket, I am always on the lookout for baking inspiration. I see a display of apples and I think - ooh apples. Crumble? Pie? Tarte Tatin?

At the moment I am obsessed with cinnamon cookies. So I may as well share the love (and the calories) - recipe is below, enjoy!

Cinnamon Cookies

100g butter, softened
1 teaspoon vanilla essence
110g brown sugar
80g caster sugar
1 tablespoon maple syrup
1 egg
210g self raising flour
1 - 2 teaspoons cinnamon (depending on how much you love cinnamon)

METHOD

Preheat oven to 180°C (160°C fan-forced).

Cream butter, vanilla, sugars and maple syrup together. Beat until light and fluffy.

Add egg, beating well until combined.

Fold in combined sifted flour and cinnamon.
Pour mixture onto some cling film and roll it up into a sausage. Refrigerate until cold.
Remove cling film and slice into 24 pieces. Roll into balls and place on baking paper lined baking trays, allowing room to spread.

Bake in preheated oven for 10 - 15 minutes or until lightly browned.

Thursday, 17 June 2010

I'll Be Right Back

The other night The Boyfriend and I went out for dinner. As we were in the car on the way home, a song came on the radio that always gives me goose bumps and got me thinking about scary movies. It's called Lotion by Greenskeepers. The most famous line from the song is "it rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again" - cccccrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppyyyy!

This song was inspired by the insanely scary movie, The Silence of the Lambs. I first watched it when I was 11 and I thought was the greatest movie ever made. My friends wouldn't watch it with me, but my dad did. I'm still not sure how he managed to avoid explaining to me what the inmate had thrown at Jodie Foster from his cell (jizz) or where Buffalo Bill's genitals were (man-gina) - but I think it was testament to his awesome parenting skills that it was only when I watched it years later that I realised what I was seeing.

You see, it all started in 1983 with Michael Jackson's Thriller. Along with the song, he created a 5 min short film/music video. My sister and I were OBSESSED with the song and the film. So much so, that my dad taped it to VHS (aaaawwwwww VHS, I still remember you) so we could watch it whenever we liked. And we did. We watched that tape every morning before breakfast until the tape broke. I was 2 years old.

As evidenced above, I have had a love and appreciation of scary movies my whole life. I have explored the genre from gore to slasher to thriller and I love them all. Honourable mentions go to The Exorcist for classic themes and awesome dialogue ("Your mother sucks cocks in hell"), Freddy Krueger for invading my dreams consistently in my early teens, and the Scream franchise for poking fun at the genre whilst scaring the crap outta me.

But then there is Wolf Creek.



Wolf Creek is a 2005 independent Australian horror film. The story revolves around three backpackers who find themselves held captive by a serial killer (John Jarratt) in the Australian outback. This film messed. me. up. For 2 reasons:

1. It is scarily possible. As I have gotten older I have found that the more plausible the story is, the more I freak out. The Australian outback is a big place. If you're lost and thirsty, wouldn't you accept water from a kindly stranger? Hhmm? Hhhhhhmmm? Think about THAT!

2. John Jarratt. You may remember him from such shows as Play School and Better Homes and Gardens. That's right. The kindly man who sang songs with Big Ted and Jemima and taught you how to DIY around the house, is a knife wielding psychopath with a laugh that STILL makes my blood run cold.

So, do you like scary movies?

Friday, 4 June 2010

Eat? Pray. Love!

Ok so I'm a little behind the times on this but yesterday I read Eat Pray Love.

The first third of this book was predominantly food porn - fantastic descriptions about delicious dining. Admittedly, I get excited reading a menu, so well played to Elizabeth Gilbert for starting the book on the subject of food.

The way she writes about Italian gelato accurately mirrors my feelings for frozen yogurt (or, frogurt as my friend Juno calls it, which makes it sound more fancy). There is a frogurt shop within walking distance of my house and it is a testament to my self control that I don't visit their fine establishment every single day. (It also helps that The Boyfriend thinks frogurt is a poor substitute for ice cream, so he is never willing to accompany me)

My favourite quote from the book is by Kabir, a medieval Sufi mystic - "All know that the drop merges into the ocean, but few know that the ocean merges into the drop". It sounds lame, but I actually felt my brain stretching when I pondered that.

Sometimes I worry that I have the spiritual depth of a teaspoon. Not for lack of trying or investigation - I have just never found a religion or system of a belief that has stuck. But Eat Pray Love is a feast of spirituality and has given me lots of grand ideas about joining yoga and meditation classes and visiting an ashram. And then achieving spiritual nirvana.

Anyway, back to the book. Apart from the last couple of chapters that were a little too saccharin for my liking - I LOVED it. The fact that this has been in the New York Times Bestseller List for 158 weeks, and is still there, is phenomenal. I mean - kaaa-ching! You go girl, and in the words of another Liz, tell the haters to go suck it. Dummies.

A Score of Zero

Love is a word I use every day.
If you asked me to define myself by one word, it would be LOVE. 

noun  
1 an intense feeling of deep affection.  
2 a deep romantic or sexual attachment to someone.  
3 a great interest and pleasure in something.  
4 a person or thing that one loves.  
5 (in tennis, squash, etc.) a score of zero.

My friend Juno has been nagging gently encouraging me to start a blog, so here it is. A little collection of things that I love at any given moment. When I was thinking on what to blog about, the only thing I knew was that I wanted it to be something positive. (Not positive in a life-coaching-born-again-let's-hold-hands-and-sing kinda way, more of a I-freakin-LOVE-cake kinda way - you dig?)

So here is my contribution to the interwebs - frivolous, fun and starting with a score of zero.