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2012-01-29T15:31:00.000+11:00

* Postcards from little places a million miles away.

Postcards from a friend during her travels around the world, from a friend during our final high school exams (just because), from a friend living on the other side of the globe who sends me love whenever she moves, from a friend on the day we said goodbye, and postcards with my favourite photography tutor's photographs on the cover.

These are reminders to be creatively and emotionally inspired - to travel and capture.

* Photos.

Photos from a spontaneous drunken night out with my amazing advertising group, photos from that high school excursion to Luna Park when we were 16, a photo with a Uni society I loved being a part of and appreciated for those three years, photos from the summer after high school finished at my first job taking Santa photos (best times), photos from a recent nice girls night out and worthwhile catch-up after life got in the way, a test strip I developed from one of my many film photo shoots, and an old photo of puppies from one of our first dogs and one of whom is still with us now.

These are reminders to love, be happy and grateful for all the memories

* Messages

Christmas cards a few years in a row from one of my closest friends, a 21st birthday letter from a friend dear to me, a Christmas card from my first work Kris Kringle, a note from a best friend

These are reminders to surround myself with people I love everyday and to appreciate these friendships.

* Memorabilia

A lanyard from an International AIESEC conference overseas, a fortune reading on the Lunar New Year of 2011, a friendship bracelet won at an arcade, friendship bracelets made by friends, a camera magnet souvenir from a friend, an angel tarot card from a conference went to during 1st year uni and my first work Christmas party invite.  

And finally, these are just little reminders of the many important moments in my life that seem to have a hold on me and have shaped me in some way.

"I pray that you and me would end up together"

2012-01-15T22:44:00.004+11:00

FYI, am selling both the Kuku dress & Mimco head piece in these pictures on eBay:

* Kuku White Feather Dress

* Mimco Titania Head Piece

This photoshoot was pretty fucking hilarious too. We set out to hire a dingy motel room (just because that's always been a dream of mine - luring young girls into seedy broken down rooms). It was absolutely disgusting and our genetically embedded bargaining instincts proved unfruitful. We paid $50 for a few hours of photo-taking in a musky smelling room that could've been occupied by a million prostitutes, for all we knew. Also, next door, was a room filled with at least four cats (cats are the bane of my existence pretty much) and a few doors up from us was some drug-induced looking couple. So you can imagine the hilarity of the situation - two giggly girls tottering around in heels, bags of make-up, hangers of clothes and a stack of camera equipment...surrounded by life-threatening catalysts such as cats and druggies.

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You know, I once was so miserable and so desperate, I tried to learn how to have lucid dreams. Lucid dreaming is basically being aware that you're dreaming, and as a result, being able to manipulate/control the dream in some small way...Sad I know, but as short-lived as these were, I still remember that the comfort of seeing Cosmin in my sleep would get me wistfully through the day.

Actually, surprisingly a lot of times in the dreams, we would just be going about our day during ordinary yet extraordinary things. We'd share a meal, talk under the moonlight, watch a movie and go get drunk off our nuts at a party. It makes me realise how strikingly valuable these little things are and how much they define my understanding of a relationship...Isn't it?

Then there were dreams where I would find myself waking up with a face wet with tears. Predominantly, it'd be me, him and the airport gate. Hello or goodbye?

Oh life. I'm clinging on. Just a few months more, I keep whispering to myself.

I'm considering applying for Miami Ad School. Should I?

It was quite an affair

2012-01-15T18:25:00.000+11:00

My brother's engagement was a big affair. The wedding is going to be even bigger... I'm super excited.

Engagement was a bit dramatic, really.

#1 Mum and I went to get our hair and make-up done, and what was meant to take only an hour, took a million years. We came back home late and shit was chaotic.

#2 My hair was horrendous. Picture bad 90's curly prom up-do. I had to undo everything.

#3 At the last minute, a family friend tried to persuade me into wearing one of my Ao Dai's. Of course, I had outgrown them and that took at least half an hour of changing back and forth.

#4 Albert, who I had enlisted his help in attending the ceremony and carrying one of the gift trays for the ceremony, forgot to bring his suit pants. He was in shorts, a white collar shirt and tie. We had to drive the bitch home to pick up his pants.

#5 Myself, with my friends, were late getting to the fiance's house because my friends wanted to make a stop at Maccas. I should have stopped it when I had the chance. Of course, when we arrived, everybody was standing outside the house waiting for us. Inlaws, inlaws' family and friends, my family and our family friends. Most awkward and terrible walk of shame ever. In the end, all was well.

Such is life

2012-01-14T23:02:00.004+11:00

Lately, I find myself stuck in these nostalgic moods. Overwhelming sensations that make my heart burst out of my chest a little. And right now, all I can think about is how I wish so badly I could feel like a teenage girl again. I'm getting whiffs of this fluttery feeling, as if I am excited for something to happen and anxious to impress somebody...which actually makes sense when you understand where I am in life right now. Of course I would bloody miss and pine away for these giddy feelings.

#Theproblemwithbeinginalongdistancerelationship

Lately, I've been spending a copious amount of time at work drinking on the balcony. The summer air and the lazy sunsets are beautiful. I've also been spending a lot of time going out here and there, shopping, pampering, indulging...but I'm fucking sick of it all. It's not the same.

I just want to be able to feel those butterflies, as I'm getting ready to go out and see him. I want to feel tingly when he holds my hand and I want to be shy and nervous about the dates.

The parties, friends and living life like I'm single but not really single is a predictable, dull and tragic.

On a completely different note, last year I bought some fairy lights and set them up around my bed's headboard. Loved it, until my mum took them off without warning because it was 'bad feng shui'. They were apparently evil, spiky things that pointed down at me. So in a bid of frustration, I weaved them onto my window instead. Then I took some photos...of my room...and of me...................................................so lame.

Looking to get a new tattoo in Europe. 6 more months to go.

Hi

2012-01-01T23:11:00.002+11:00

I received a futureme.org letter from myself on the eve of 1 Jan 2011 this morning.

To summarise: In 2010, I worked a lot, photographed a lot, studied a lot for advertising, challenged myself a lot by going overseas, grew a lot from those experiences, loved a lot, let go a lot of insecurities and got over some distant memories.

But then:

In 2011, I worked a fucking lot, photographed barely, didn't study at all, challenged myself without going overseas, grew a lot anyway (yes in the I got fatter sense too), loved a lot, lost some more and then gained back twice as many insecurities and am in the process of getting over some expectations.

I can't tell if I actually progressed or regressed...?

Anyway, I've been in a blissful cocoon of holiday mode over the last week and a half away from work. It's been so good to just slob around and feel 'bored'. Since working, it was all, 'what is this feeling of boredom that you speak of?'. There is no such thing as free time with a 50-60 hour a week job.

Holidays have just meant that I have really let myself go and I love it. I've been showering every few days as opposed to daily. It also means that I'm too bad ass to shave my legs, yet still continue going out in shorts and dresses. I actually just lie to myself and say it's okay, because I'm just going grocery shopping and won't see anyone important. And then I force myself to accept the universal fact of life that in such circumstances, you will ALWAYS run into someone you know.

I have some photos from a photoshoot I did with Maria weeks back, as well as some snaps I took today from my brother's engagement (!!!!!!). But you don't understand how unbelievably exhausted I am.

Goodnight.

2011

2011-12-31T16:55:00.001+11:00

It's been an ongoing tradition of mine to write an end of year letter to myself. So in the spirit of keeping traditions alive, here is my 2011-12 one.

Dear 2011,

You have been quite a journey. I know with me graduating uni and what not, I had extremely high hopes for the year. I can't say I've been disappointed or overjoyed…but instead, it has been rather okay? I'm at a content/happy medium. Life could get worse and life will get better than this.

You started off dealing me with nothing but tears. I used to lie in my bed most nights crying and feeling ridiculously alone. I loathed living and everyday blurred into one massive blob. I was at the bottom of a low. It was hard work but I fought through that. I started pouring all my anger, frustration and helplessness into working out. There were days I'd just spend hours at the gym, never wanting to go home. But then of course, that soon spiralled out of control…but that's another story for another day.

I guess what I'm saying is: you started off shit. I hated you. I was a mess. But now I've come to appreciate you. You put me through so much, that I am incidentally grateful for where I am now. After some trials and tribulations, my family are doing okay and still strong together. I have the job I wished for and that I am growing to love more everyday. I'm still in love. I still have friends. And I know 2012 will be brilliant. Without putting up with you in the beginning, I wouldn't be able to see how lucky I am in the end.

There is no such thing as perfection. The paradox of perfection is that imperfection is perfect itself. Flaws are a reoccurring theme and the reason why you've made me feel upset at times, was because I've been hoping for perfection - the unattainable and unrealistic kind. There will never be a perfect year, but thank god, you gave me something to believe in again by mid-year.

You are the year where I had the courage to take a leap of faith. Buying that plane ticket was a big deal for me - it means defying some family-worshipped logic and values, cashing out my savings, and taking a bet on him and I. You are the year where I recognised my own limitations and vulnerability - I am not a robot, I am breakable. You are the year where I learnt to be patient and to compromise - relationships have never been more challenging. You are the year where I have felt somewhat independent and actually made any progress towards my goals and ambitions.

With 2012 coming in, as ridiculous and pathetic as this sounds, I am constantly wondering what we will all do if the end was near…I keep thinking (my future children who read this will be so ashamed), 'what if tomorrow never comes'…? No seriously, if tomorrow was 'the last day on earth', I know where I'd want to be. So what is stopping me from dropping everything and being there? This is the question I ask myself every single day.

My brother will be 'officially' engaged tomorrow - how amazing is this? My brother is a prime example of someone who I believe to be the complete opposite to me…but the more I look at this, the more I realise, we are actually pretty fucking similar. He is an advocate for fate and destiny. He believes in fortunes and long story short, his fiancé, he believes, was always meant to be his. Written in the stars, he was going to find her at this time and their future is concrete.

And there is nothing there that would make me want to dispel this. I only want him to be happy and if this is what he believes in, then I wholeheartedly wish the same for him.

Up until today though, I have thought about how absurd this is: him making a life decision based on what some old man who can read some ancient signs says. But then I thought to Cosmin. I have (despite what I may say from time to time) held onto this belief that we are 'meant to be'. That we found each other across space and time, and it's a sign written in the skies that our future is our fate. More than anything, I say to myself, there is no such thing as wondering 'what if'. I stop myself because I do not want to ruin the magic. So I keep believing and keep saying that this is it. Why the fuck else would we fall in love? It would be cruel to break this up after everything we've been through.

And now as I sit here, I realise I have been just like my brother. It may work for him, but I don't want to believe that I have no say in where my life goes. I choose to be with Cosmin because it is what I want and feel, not because I think it's a higher order or predestined path. It's a simple matter of truth for me right now.

So, 2011, it feels like we've come to a full circle. I accept that I will not always get what I want and shit happens generally, but I'm just going to deal with it. 2012, by the time you're over, I may not be the same person, have the same friends, relationships or jobs...That's cool with me. My life may take on some more stark turns, but I'd like to at least believe that whatever does happen, I will be in complete control of my direction and actions.

Please be reasonable.

Yours,
Kimb

Photobooth

2011-12-17T15:48:00.001+11:00

A couple of weeks ago, my friend (Maria) and I sought out to do a photoshoot, inspired by Terry Richardson's Gossip Girl Rolling Stones shoot. We sought to recreate his photos, but after realising that we were nothing but walking billboards of awkwardness, we ended up doing our own shiz. We did try really hard to pretend like we were laughing, interacting with each other and to "look like we're having fun"...but you know, some things are just not meant to be.

Not quite as sultry, sexy and savvy as Terry's, but at least they SOMEWHAT look like they were taken by a third party...and not a self-timer camera on a tripod...

Travelling pants

2011-12-17T15:32:00.000+11:00

My industry has taught me that the norm is to travel and be worldly.

Advertising agencies are usually made up of either people who have moved to Australia from elsewhere, or people who are from Australia but have been/lived elsewhere. Sometimes it may be for the purpose of pursuing their career, other times to see the world, and a lot of times just because.

People I work with have travelled extensively. And I want to be that kind of person too.

I'm hoping to move overseas in 2013...or at least at some point from there on. Travelling for me, even for the short two months stint I did last year, allowed me to taste that glorious sip of freedom. I felt that giddy adrenaline in my veins, knowing that I was in foreign land and was seeing nothing but newness and unfamiliarity.

I want to discover.

Dear 16 Year Old Self

2011-11-27T15:39:00.002+11:00

Trust me, it gets much better than this.

It may feel like you have a lot going on right now and your entire world seems so packaged up - a box made up completely of high school, grades, popularity and boyfriends, but trust me - this is not the be-all of your life.

It gets scarier and much worse.

If you ever thought someone was ever 'the one' - you are wrong. Be patient.

The first love is going to be a heartbreak. But don't worry, you will find yourself to be VERY grateful for the split later down the track. You will also be grateful for many other splits. Just saying.

Be nice to everyone you know. Spitefulness will not get you anywhere.

People can be mean when they're young, but don't worry, it's all teen angst.

I can tell you that years from now, you'll accomplish things you never thought you had it within you to do. Stick through it and you will be proud.

Don't wish to grow up so much because it will come and hit you in the face. Enjoy your teenage years; enjoy being irresponsible and reckless, for adulthood isn't a place that will openly welcome that.

You'll be lost for a while, but fear not, you will be okay again. Whatever you do, remember to do it with a shred of dignity. Respect yourself. When the tough times come, your soul will ache and you will want to die...but you will resurface. You will grow up and reflect upon it as a life learning experience. It will shape you and only for the better.

The rebellious years do pay off. Things come easier years on from now. Sometimes you will have to keep fighting, but it's worth it. Don't let anyone try to talk you into a life that is any different than what you want or envisioned.

Sun-In is NOT good for your hair. You're going to regret it, regardless of how tempting and easy it looks. Your hair is going to break.

Don't wear too much make-up. You look like a hoe.

Stop being materialistic.

Wikipedia has all the answers. Life and everything encompassing life.

Love,

21 Year Old Self

I'm Coming Home

2011-11-23T19:08:00.001+11:00

After two years, I will finally go back to the place where it all started...

I couldn't stand it anymore and gathered everything to book for this flight. I cannot wait.

I keep imagining the moment when I'll see you. How magical it will be. We'll run in slow-mo to each other and embrace in an emotionally staggering and heartfelt moment. STFU that moment will actually be heartbreaking.

I also imagine how tough it would be afterwards - to bid you goodbye again at the airport. Life is cruel. In my perspective, I've done well dealing with being apart all this time...But can you imagine? To let me be with you 24/7 for those few weeks, then to strip it all away from me again - what am I to do? To program myself to adapt to a life without you there all over again??

I'm very excited nonetheless. I have big plans. I intend to visit the beautiful friends I made the summer I was there. Aga from Poland is living a dream in Spain with her boyfriend. Fatmanur will be in Istanbul and Vaclav will be in Prague. I'm going to make sure I see each and every one of them.

This shit is real. The countdown starts now...

Less than 8 more months till I'm home with you.

Summer mood board

2011-10-23T17:54:00.002+11:00

It's the summer of lovin' and I've found some old photos that very much represent the mood I am in.

Bright, lovely, fun colours - because life is a little dandy, and I'm feeling a little terrific.

What I have come to terms with over the last few weeks:

Everyone is terrifyingly different - each with their own goals, ambitions, dreams, desires. And while my own values and path seem to direct me to living a life outside of this box, it will not be the same for the next person to walk by me. While I am constantly dreaming about packing my bags and moving to the other side of the world, meeting new people, embarking on exciting new adventures and falling fiercely in love with him all over again - it won't be the same for the person sitting next to me. I used to be judgmental to another's sentiments. I'd raise my eyebrow at their different interests, tastes and aspirations. But I've figured it out now. It's so tiny and so perfectly clear - your happiness is only your own and it is not relative. Nobody can tell you what makes you happy.

Our Story

2011-09-10T13:31:00.010+10:00

To tell our story, we have to begin from the very worst.

I was travelling backwards, steadily inflicting pain on myself over a lengthy period of time. My heart had been trashed and stomped on. I condemned infidelity and yet, kept finding myself running back to that one aching past… because I had no where else to go.

So one day, I said to myself, ‘I need to get the fuck out of here’. And I left.

I packed my bags to go halfway across the world – as far away as I could get from everything. A tad extreme and dramatic, I know, but knowing me, there’s no other way I’d do it.

The first few weeks were no different. I still longed for the past, for the familiarity and hadn’t learnt my lesson. Clearly, immersing myself in a completely foreign world wasn’t enough to cure myself from this sickness.

Then one night, I met you. It was magnetic. Instant...I am not proud to say this because we wronged someone to be together. For a long time, it actually felt like I was punching myself in the face - the way I was incredulously tossing my morals and values aside like that. But we couldn’t stop.

Sometimes I questioned the reality of this, because who was I kidding? I was living a European summer with no responsibilities and repercussions. I was completely mind-fucked and life was but a blur of psychedelic colours. I always stopped myself from thinking about the ‘after’, because it warranted too much doubt and uncertainty.

Day by day, we became more real. You said, ‘Let’s make the most of what we have left. I don’t want to regret not living these last weeks the best we can. We’re already in it, so let’s just fall.’ Despite agreeing, my barricade was still up there – solid and as bullet-proof as ever.

I don’t know what exactly even happened…but the next thing I knew, I was seeing life through a different set of eyes. I got off my morally-righteous pedestal and understood how it felt to not always be in control. I was falling in love without realising and the most ironic part was, I didn’t want to be. Our whole relationship was built on something that I had always been so against, but lord, there was no way I could ever have said no to you. Over and over, we were back with each other again.

I remember the last night I was in the country, we’d been travelling all day and were tired as hell. We did nothing but eat our dinner in the room happily in silence and lay talking. You fell asleep eventually, but I didn’t sleep all night. I was crying over and over again, watching you there and dreading the moment when the hour hand would reach six.

You woke up, packed your things and wiped my tears. But no matter how much you wiped, they kept pouring out again. You said ‘I’ll see you soon,’ and walked out the door. I crumbled. And I’m not someone who crumbles – ever. But there was this indescribable physical pain in my chest that made me crawl into a sobbing mess on the floor. I lay there numb for the rest of the day. That was when I just knew.

While I was at the airport in Germany, you texted me and said, ‘Marry me’. While I was at the airport in Hong Kong, you called me and said ‘I mean it’.

Back in Sydney two weeks later, you Skyped to show me you had bought the ring.

I remember first being open to non-attachment and a being together without the ties and expectations, but you have always been so adamant that it’s all or nothing. I’m glad you swept me off my feet, because I can’t imagine doing this any other way.

We will wait for our dream to happen. I know there’s still a painful and long journey ahead, but to be able to only see your face every day – even for a few seconds – I feel okay again. You have been my rock and inspiration this last year. You have kept me going because everything I do, I now do it for you and us. I do it for this future that I so strongly believe in.

All my friends are shitting themselves because we joked about me finding someone overseas to numb the old pain, but they didn’t expect something to actually develop this deep. I keep waiting for something to happen, for someone to tell me to snap out of it and fall back down to earth…but nothing yet. These feelings aren’t fading and you’re still here by me. It baffles me how you still want me, even after all this time, and especially seeing me in my worst of worst states. And by worst – I mean worst. God, I can still remember so clearly those many nights over the last year. There's been just so many times I’d want to die because all I'd want to do is to touch you again. I was barely holding on.

Like how we first started, you have picked me up again every other time. You were the one that put my pieces back together when I arrived there with my heavy suitcases and a shattered heart in tow. You knocked down those clichéd walls and I poured everything out to you. You taught me to trust and have faith again. I have never been so honest and comfortable with someone before. You see everything there is in me – from vulnerability to strength.

To say I am completely in love with you is an understatement. You are so much more than that… You are home to me. You overwhelm me – I mean, how is it that I managed to find you out of all those people in the world and all those countries and places and time?? It’s like magic. And I want to spend the rest of my life like how we did on that last night together – happy in our comfortable silence and falling asleep while talking.

Dum spiro spero

2011-08-13T19:57:00.001+10:00

Feeling content is when your heart is calm and there is this air of stability, despite things not exactly being roses and fucking butterflies.

I go through every day, living and breathing for that moment when I will see you again. Our story is pathetically ridiculous and insane, but what's there to do when it's already embedded in me? It's been over a year of struggles, suffocation and intense heart-wrenching pain, but look at us here now. I believe in what I feel and when I think back to that morning - with me sitting on the bed crying and you at the door - I could not be any more certain.

I am privy to other people's possible judgment and condescension, but it is what it is. There are moments where I have to remind myself that we're not in damn high school anymore and it is okay to be different. It is okay to do things out of the norm and live a life that isn't so straight-laced and socially embraced.

This may all just be temporary lunacy and palpitating chemical surges in my system, but for what it's worth, it makes me smile. Out of all places in the world, out of all times in my life - I found you there and then. I don't regret a single thing and I can honestly say that you have been the epiphany in my life. That a-ha moment, that point in time where you start to question every thing that you've lived through and believed in thus far.

Another day, I will go into detail about how the story began.

Let's fly, up up here we go.

Film

2011-08-13T19:13:00.000+10:00

I love black and white film.

You're the best thing

2011-08-13T18:46:00.001+10:00

Photography nostalgia. These are from a long time ago. I miss taking photos.

And here is me, from also, a long time ago.

Today is such a beautiful day.

OMG NOTHING I WRITE MAKES SENSE

2011-07-23T18:45:00.001+10:00

My life has taken quite a turn lately. I turned 21 and had one of the best weekends yet. Needless to say, my birthday event was a blur.

I threw up for the first time in my life over alcohol. By a tree, on someone's shoe, into the Darling Harbour.
There was a fight at my birthday, somebody cried, I was completely unaware and LALALALAL!
I woke up, dazed and confused as to where I was. Blanked out half the night.
The weekend was all about relaxing at my friend's apartment in Newtown. Being alone and with nothing to do, I shopped like no tomorrow and impulsively got myself tattoos.
I had hilarious fun hanging with my girl pals, doing nothing but eating and laughing. So carefree and relaxing!

That's my 21 in a nutshell.

I received a letter from my past self via futureme.org on the eve of my birthday. It talks a lot about things I expect/hope myself to accomplish by now. And I can safely say they've all been ticked off.

I found myself a job that I am literally in LOVE with. I work at an agency that I've always looked up to and inspired to be a part of ONE day. I envisioned, you know, maybe years down the track, I'd get myself into this prestigious place, but here I am now. It does mean though, that everyday I am working in fear that I don't hold up to the high standards and get my ass dumped. Nonetheless, work is great. Everyday is insanely busy and there are endless deadlines and the stress is high, but when I get the chance to take a step back, I realise that it's fun. It pushes me, challenges me and is exactly what I hoped for.

There's a lot of things I want to do outside of work and everyday is busy and jam-packed with extra-curricular activities...i.e developing my hand-eye co-ordination skills in netball, PLANNING on entering advertising competitions, PLANNING on planning trips here and there...

I'm dying to travel and see the world. I know working here is going to play a huge role in getting me there, so hope to god this all works out.

I've been told that I am like a tortured artist (HAHAHAHA Maria)...purely because I always have so many dramas, so many emotions and things to express. I live a life of constant chaos. But for now, I can safely say I am chasing after something solid and real. Less chaos, more stability - because I know what I want and from here on, it should pretty much be a straight path.

Someone asked me, 'do you feel different now that you're 21?' and I said 'not really'. But I know I've changed a lot over these years.

B Arts in Communication (Public Communication)

2011-05-02T19:59:00.004+10:00

Had my graduation ceremony on Friday. HOW ANTI-CLIMATIC.

I had envisioned a montage of nostalgic moments, me crying tears of happiness, inspired and touched by the proceedings and an incredibly wistful soundtrack in the background. Just like a 90s high-school/college movie. Lord, what I got was nothing like that.

It was 'meh', for lack of better words. Our guest speaker was a film director/photographer, and I feel as though he tried really hard to underline the importance and underrated-ness of the arts industry. To reassure us that we haven't spent the last few years of our lives for shit-all. Futile. He did, however, say something somewhat sentimental and inspiring. Let me paraphase: 'Live a life out of love and beauty. Because at the end of the day, nothing else will matter'.

I guess, in lieu of the more 'serious' degrees like Business, Law and what not - I can imagine our speeches being more lalallalalalala life is so beautiful, creativity is awesome, let's hug! But I don't mind, because I love that shit.

Anyway, my family is adorable. Mum wanted to wear the gown:

Hello, it's me, standing outside a campus of my university that I have never been on in my entire life. Yet, sadly, I - like many others - had to graduate there this semester. I remember us driving, on our way to the ceremony, when we hit the Kuringai area and entered a curvy road surrounded by bushland on either sides. Mum: 'This isn't right. Something is wrong. We are not meant to be here. Why are we going into the forest to graduate?'

And, my beloved and amazingly talented uni buds.

I would also like to point out, how much of a sucker I was for the hype. I bought the bear, flowers, plaque, ugly photos - everything. Now they are all just lying in my room, unattended to.

Nonetheless, it was a good day. It means I managed to get by my degree without failing anything - even after all those times I didn't even bother to try to do assignments on time. Lucky. Officially the end of another chapter in my life. On to more exciting things now!

- Just wanted to also show you guys how proud I am of my friends who graduated in Communications with me, but in the Media Arts and Production major, and came up with this. Directed, written and produced entirely by people I've had the fortune of being friends with over these last few years. Can't wait for the screening!

http://www.gunderwillyroad.com/

The Sound of Settling

2011-04-26T23:46:00.001+10:00

Hello,

If you've been wondering where I've been - it's very much a long story. I needed a break to, I guess, reevaluate life and get my shit together again...as cheesy as that sounds. I just felt like I hit a brick wall after running for ages.

But now I feel like I've done enough of that and you will see my face around again. Joy.

Vietnam

Everything in my life was put on hold for these last months. I will maybe speak all about it later down the track and open up a lot more about my personal life. But you know what is hard to deliberate? I want to be honest and open but how much can I afford to be on a public forum like this? I know of blogs where the writer offers complete discretion and I have always loved these blogs for how intricate they are...but I wonder what kind of blogger I really am or can be.

I know it's not a matter of life and death. So quiet, be patient with me.

My new goal for life. Move to London.

I hate the Internet. Today.

2011-01-08T01:10:00.002+11:00

I am sick of reading annoying shit on the Internet.

I could just delete or not read the said shit, but you know what, that takes a lot of willpower and could be interpreted as too dramatic of a reaction.

I despise reading the way some people write and the way some people update their damn Facebook statuses and the way they comment on people's walls and the way some people Twitter.

How can the Internet be so annoying?????

Actually, people are annoying in general.

This is why I prefer being alone these days.

Porn

2010-12-03T16:14:00.002+11:00

Posting up the rest of Emily's shoot.

I have DOMS (delayed onset muscle soreness) at the moment. It's hell. In the wise words of my friend - 'it [simply] hurts to be alive'. Hopefully, will get better by this weekend.

Ah, life life life.

P.S. I love Zumba.

PORNO PHOTOS!

Va va vroom!

2010-11-25T19:01:00.003+11:00

ALERT: Emily on a motorbike! EMILY ON A MOTORBIKE!

God, this photoshoot was all things fail and hilarious. A lot of our shots with the motorbike seemed to have a very 'porno'-esque vibe...like they would belong in FHM, Zoo Weekly or something. It's NOT because we purposely wanted raunchy photos, but I guess, any kind of pose we tried on the motorbike happened to turn out that way. What do I know? Girl on motorbike = Sex.

So these are probably my favourite from the lot, but I'll upload the rest of the edited ones later as well. I PROMISE, I'll show you the porn ones too.

I have so many damn photos to upload!

Does it make sense?

2010-11-16T19:20:00.001+11:00

And I am finally done!

In true Kimb style, I last-minuted my advertising report (actually handed it in late), but managed to complete my photography major assignment and the subject itself in an acceptable way. Last Monday was the final uni day. My photography tutor is a man of walking awkwardness, albeit sweet. He gushed and analysed my photos in a very in-depth way. Yes...I had every intention of that crease on the dress being there...

I was technically meant to be done last week but have been putting off an article I had to write to get marked off officially. It took me a WEEK to finally kick myself up in the ass and get it completed. Now I'm properly finished! Hopefully, I do pass everything and this means the end to sixteen years of institutional education. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? 16 BLOODY YEARS!

Set assignment theme: Tableaux photography - the act of being able to tell/capture a story in one frame/shot. Can be achieved so through symbolism and deliberate set-ups, actors and scenery.

My theme: Waiting - the act of waiting (remaining inactive in one place while expecting something)

To portray an absence - an identity beyond the realms of these photographs. The story is about what is missing, what is lacking. A subdued colour palette was used since waiting isn't necessarily a dandy thing. I tried to maintain an element of melancholy and a vintage feel through the costume, props and setting.

How the photos were laid out for presentation

For a closer look of the photos individually.

Almost over!

2010-10-29T15:24:00.005+11:00

Hi hi hi hi!
Two more weeks left before I complete my degree. Graduation is in May.

EXCITEMENT.

But also, scared shitless. Two more assignments left. One due on Wednesday - a 2500 word advertising report + a 1500 word essay (my penalty for missing half of a workshop a few weeks back FML). Then my final photography task due on the following Monday.

I can't wait.

What will I do when I finish?!

Jobs jobs jobs.

Speaking of which, I was a finalist for a Communication Council grad trainee program. I went to the assessment day yesterday but was UTTERLY SHIT-ASS HOPELESS. I didn't sleep all night because my body suddenly decided to hate me and I acquired a severe stomach ache. Besides that, I had stress with other things going on and during the day, couldn't concentrate and was relying on the night to get me by to prepare myself for my planned presentation/pitch among other things. But with all the pain, I was just lying in bed wincing. Story of my life.

So yesterday, I was blanked out most of the time. I could barely keep myself awake. I was way under-prepared. I was jittery, felt sick, delivered material I wasn't comfortable with and felt condescended as a result. Basically, boo-fricking-hoo, BUT it's all over now! I'm hoping to rely on this experience (because it was pretty amazing and unique) to motivate me to seriously apply myself to future job prospects. Preparation, preparation, preparation!

I'm disappointed in myself because I know I could have done much better, but you gotta move along, right? It wasn't the be all of my career. I know how passionate I am about advertising so I don't doubt that I'll find myself in the industry one way or another.

On another note, here are teasers for a fashion shoot I did for my friend, Tina's fashion line. Visit her: lookbook.nu/trulabel.

Rest of photos will be posted up later.
Shot in Erskineville:Alicia (Mye) HoKimberley UngAnd, I want to spend this Christmas and New Years Eve with you. Is it worthwhile to fly back to see you? I miss you.

Let me go home

2010-10-20T02:30:00.001+11:00

"If they would just sit down and watch us for five minutes to see how we are together, they'd understand. They'd get it."

Observation: Shooting with more than one model is a difficult process. It's essentially a whole new area. You have to synchronise the poses and facial expressions right down to make-up, hair and styling. Having said that, they're double the fun when you have more idiots to muck around with on set.

Home is where you are. So please let me go home.

Hey baby, I think I want to marry you.

2010-10-03T22:45:00.010+11:00

Gordon + Maria Harry + Yingna
Both were shot some time from Autumn-Winter of 2009. Film on a Nikon FM.

"If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea, I'll sail the world, to find you."

I have found myself reliving all the relevant pieces in a part of history that made my heart break. I travelled and came back as something different. Everything that made me sad a year ago, everything that I was bitter about - I love now. I flew straight into someone else's shoes and I think it's amazing because of all the coincidences. Now I get how. I get why.

So, I used to be a commander and chief of my pimp ship flying high, but now I'm not...triiiipppppy! CACKLE. Just kidding. I'm the furthest thing from being on a pimp ship.

Preview of a test photo shoot I did with Maria and Emily on Thursday:

Sorry, am in a cheesy mood because I attended a wedding on Saturday - ceremony and all. It was held in Little Bay at a cute, cosy chapel by the sea. Reception was a 10 second drive down the grassy plains and also with a view of the water.

I have loved you from the start.

Copacabana - the Sydney one...

2010-10-01T17:23:00.000+10:00

Last weekend, my friends and I drove up to Copacabana (near Terrigal) for Clarice's 21st. The beachhouse, the beach, the weather - everything was gorgeous.

Meet my beautiful friends...

And our insane and seriously questionable antics...

"Clarice, sit on us and look like you're playing the piano!"
"I want to be the piano stool!" "NO I DO" "NO!"

Katherine's mermaid tail. "Look really happy"

And finally, I leave you with this gem, coupled with my advanced paint skills. You created it on paint? No way. I know.

"Look like you're on a rollercoaster!"

Make you feel my love

2010-09-27T01:14:00.006+10:00

It's no secret that my mood has been fluctuating a lot lately, and then often, I'd just fall back into this calm passionless area...A lingering restlessness. Things seem to have been lackluster and muted grey.

We all have our days and I guess it's been mine.

However, this is the start of me finding back my mojo. I want to finish my final semester with a BANG! I need to stop attempting things half-heartedly and refuel the energy and determination that was poured into advertising last semester and photography last year.

It starts with me finding photos from old shoots. So, I never got around to editing them since they had been culled from a painfully short list of suitable assessment photos (I hate selecting shots - it goes in hand with making decisions). Anyway basically, they never quite made the cut into submission for uni, but in this particular personal instance, they could not be any more fitting.

The colour palette - the feel - of these define me now.

"When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is in your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love

...

No, there's nothing I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love."

I sing it one last time for you

2010-09-24T22:20:00.010+10:00

Note the 'Brasov' sign on the hills - just like Hollywood.

There's been a massive delay I know, but finally, I've found the will within me to be bothered to post these photos up. This is the batch from my trip to Bran, Brasov and Sinaia.

When I flick back through these photos, my heart does this crazy thing. It misses everything... so I get a little sad.

On the balcony outside our room. Fatmanur, Aga, & MEE with our Daft Body markings hah.
The view outside the room - amazing, breathtaking...HELLOOOOO EDWARD CULLEN has to be somewhere in those trees!

Jimmy trying to hitchhike HAHAHAHAHA!

On top of Bran castle with Aga.

And finally, lo and behold, the most beautiful building I have ever laid eyes upon: Peles Castle in Sinaia. The minute you walk in, there is literally no way you are able to just take everything in immediately. I found myself looking around in all directions, with such ferocity and velocity. I believe my mouth was wide open the entire time...

The streets of Bran...

Antiques in Bran - I wanted to buy everything there!

Bran castle (Dracula's)

I just completed an internship for uni on Tuesday. Since then, I've been slobbing around at home. Not attractive at all. That's about all the updates on my life for now.

Anyway, I've had a lot of time on my hands, so I'll leave you with this. Iudruit = Pure genius. The story: Fatmanur got drunk, threw up on her sheets, so hung them to dry on the balcony. Woke up to find the wind had blown it to the roof. The rest is self-explanatory.

Material required: String, Swiss army knife.

Cause girl you're amazing

2010-09-20T16:37:00.003+10:00

Ever since I was about 13, I have blogged religiously. I have insisted on documenting my thoughts through diaries, online journals and websites. I have been avid at following this routine because it was always so therapeutic to vent it all out...and I'm kinda a huge drama queen so I need somewhere to be dramatic.

As of late, I've suddenly stopped/would rather take 3 hour 'naps'. Where did the egotistical need to write about myself go??

Final photography subject. First assessment for the semester. Project was on textured/shiny surfaces and translucent objects. Shot in the studio with studio lighting, the works. Loathe the studio lighting workshops. Bores me to death. Don't pay attention, hence the lack of direction when I'm in the studio by myself and have no freaking idea what to do...

I could use a wish right now

2010-08-31T00:05:00.004+10:00

Romania feels like it was a lifetime ago. 2 months flew by so fast.

It was the best trip ever.

Without being too corny, I am so grateful and glad it happened. No regrets.

Summer in Europe '10 - you will never be forgotten.

I've been back in Sydney for two weeks now. It's terribly dreadful. Mundane routines, places and spaces. The excitement of coming back home to comfort and GOOOD FOOOOD died off after the first few days. Albeit, I've been having massive food cravings and eating like crazy...but that's besides the point.

I miss everything about Romania.

Salut!

2010-08-17T01:18:00.001+10:00

It's come to my very last day here, in Romania.

My heart is breaking.

Waiting at the airport now to board the plane.

Been a sobbing mess for most of the weekend. Last night was no exception.

Love. See everybody in Sydney soon, coupled with proper posts on happenings from the past few weeks of inactivity here.

I've been driving you crazy

2010-08-04T18:56:00.001+10:00

Lack of updates. Lack of time.

Loving it too much here. Been travelling around on the weekends and hanging out during the weekdays. I don't want this to end.

Just letting you know I'm still alive.

Love.

It's okay

2010-07-20T07:15:00.009+10:00

Quick Post. Need to head off soon! I will post up photos when I come back. This is everything (in literal form, not visual, sorry) I remember about the past two weeks in a nutshell:

Spent 5 days and 4 nights in Bran villa. Got completely plastered on the very first night. No recollection. Did maybe about four shots of this traditional Romanian homemade 60% alcohol among other things. That shit was AWFUL. Hungover all of the next day.
Visited Bran castle (apparent home to Dracula...but we all know vampires don't exist, right?).
Visited the Peles castle in Sinai. Hilarious day. Jimmy decided to be our tour guide for the day but failed miserably. First instant: We couldn't find our bus - Jimmy walks up to the information counter and asks the lady about it. She informs him bus will be there. Jimmy in a fit of rage and desperation: "WHERE IS IT?!?!?!?!". HAHA! Second instant: Train was delayed for an hour. Third instant: Jimmy desperate again and walking up to a bunch of travellers at a station - "DOES ANYBODY SPEAK ENGLISH, PLEASEEE?!?!?!?!?". Fourth instant: Jimmy trying to hitchhike our way back home from Sinai. We were laughing for 5 days straight through all the good times and bad times. When things suck, you can only laugh. We spent more time on the buses and trains, but 45 minutes in that Peles castle was absolutely worth it. It was stunning. Beautiful.
Working in communications department of the the university - doing random research stuff.
3 weeks passed by so quickly. 4 weeks left.
20 feels pretty fantastic. I feel much 'older' and more important. Because I've hit the 2s, I'm now qualified to be considered a wise and mature adult. Now, I can stop feeling like a teenager, BECAUSE I AM NOT ONE. I wanted low key this year and this has been it. Just spent day and night hanging out with the new friends and everybody at the AIESEC conference serenading me. Love.
Met Vietnamese girl in Romania - FINALLY. She's here on a phD scholarship.
Bran made me feel like I was in the movie Twilight. SERIOUSLY. Mountains, lots of green, tall trees - the kind that Edward Cullen swung around on.
Did a shitload of AIESEC roll call dances at the conference. We, the international trainees, came up with one ourselves - Daft Punk Body. It was err...okay

COOL. Now I'm off to the Black Sea for the weekend! Will be going to the Liberty Parade in Constanta, then Mika's concert in Mamaia. I'm going to come home so black.

As promised

2010-07-14T02:44:00.006+10:00

Did a quick interview with a local TV station today! They wanted to interview the international trainees and in particular, our contribution to the AIESEC Global Village this month. Global Village = fare where there are stands for different countries and you present your country. People walk around and observe.

Work = frustration. Won't go into details yet.

Romanian men: Remember how I said they were persistent? Last Saturday, this guy kept coming around and asking me to dance. I said 'no' a few times, so he moved on to my gorgeous blonde friend. She accepted out of sheer boredom. The night ended with him abashedly handing a piece of paper with his email address scrawled on it to one of our Romanian friends - "Can you please pass this on to the blonde girl for me?" "Why don't you do it yourself?" "Because I can't speak English" "Then how the heck are you going to communicate with her through email?!" "I will find a way. I want to marry her. I will learn Polish or English for her!". HAHA

Went food shopping today. Also had the most amazing sandwich ever. Got to pack after dinner tonight. Tomorrow morning, I'll be leaving early to head for a 5 day conference in Bran with AIESEC. Wee! DRACULA'S CASTLE HERE I COME!

My thinking face haha

Flying solo

2010-07-13T00:37:00.009+10:00

Almost two weeks in and living in Romania has become the norm. It feels so comfortable that there are times where it borderlines boring. I'm settling into a routine and have adopted certain lifestyle practices - have essentially immersed myself into the culture and it doesn't feel like I'm really a tourist anymore.

Beautiful field of sunflowers!!!! I have decided sunflowers are my new favourite flowers :)

Here's everything in a nutshell:

- My weekend was eventful - too much alcohol in my system. Literally drinking something everyday. I've been trying to learn how to drink beer since Romania is pretty heavy on their beer intake...So let's just say, I can get by now. I still don't LOVE the taste, but I'm better than I was before. PROGRESS.

- Thursday night we had dinner at a friend's dormitory and got to meet a bunch of people from Cameroon and Senegal. Friendliest and warmest people ever. Friday night, went out Salsa dancing...but I should be more specific - I sat and drank my beer while my pro friends danced. Saturday night, AIESEC party and more clubbing. Out out out every day and night. Living it up here, I suppose?

- Sunday, we took a trip outside of Galati to visit a monastery up in the forest. Been having such good days! Interesting fact: birds shat on me three times that day. WHAT THE FRICK?

- Observation: all the houses we drove past on the way there (i.e. in the villages) had a bench built in front of their gates. All the old people would just sit in front of their house and watch the world go by.

- Biggest LOL for Sunday was when we were at park and asked a girl to take a photo for us. This is how she held the camera:

And this is the result of the photo she took:

HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH FAIL. FACEPALM.

- Am dreadfully homesick. My parents are adorable. I was Skyping mum today and we were talking about the FIFA finals. She said her and dad woke up early to watch the match and were rooting for opposing teams. She has a penchant for the underdogs and my dad was just blindly going for shirt colours. In the end, they were basically confused with who they were cheering for. AH LOVE.

- Speaking about FIFA, it's about 9:30pm in Romania when the game starts. I was already in my PJs with my face mask on, chilling out and ready to sleep. A bunch of AIESECers then decided to bang loudly on our door and barge into our room, demanding my roommate and I to come downstairs to watch the game. It's apparently "not something that should be missed". Anyway, one of the guys then turns to me and says "Hey, are you new here? When did you arrive?" FML. I've been here for two weeks and he couldn't recognise me because of my face mask.

- Work wise - things have been okay. Everybody knows I'm just horrible with tasks and deadlines and it's worse here because I have the freedom to work from home should I choose to. I spend my mornings doing meetings and interviews, then in the afternoon, I "work from my room". Translation: I take naps and watch TV shows. Deadline for the first marketing plan is approaching soon. Fuck.

Beehives

I'll post up the rest of the photos soon. Must suh-leep now! Ba (=bye in Romania)!

Culture shock

2010-07-04T22:16:00.008+10:00

The city is beautiful. I flew 30 hours, including the 2 stop-overs, then I caught two buses that took an hour, then finally a four hour train ride. I was f-ing exhausted and was on the verge of tears. I felt obscenely out of place and uncomfortable. I had had difficulty reaching Galati, Romania (where I am now) and I was thirsty and hungry on the train ride. I was cheated of my money and just so overwhelmed.

First two days, I was a mess. I won't pretend things fell right into place immediately, because it didn't. I hated it here. I loathed the country, the people, the accommodation. I was homesick and just so disappointed. I guess I had somewhat ambiguous but high expectations.

ANYWAY, six days on and I feel fantastic. I've settled in and I'm enjoying the experience. I've adapted to the culture and it's wonderful to meet people from all over the world - Turkey, Japan, Hong Kong, Czech Republic, Germany, Poland, Cameroon, Romaniaaaaa. I love hearing stories about their lifestyles.

I'm glad I've stuck it through.

HAHA so last night I went out to a Romanian retro night club for a friend's birthday. Never mind that I've been desperately trying to become accustomed to drinking beer and got pretty drunk from trying to get it over and done with by skulling - I was chased around by the Romanian men there. At the bar, one particular guy said 'hello' to me but I ignored him - attempt #1. Later, he proceeded to ask me if I wanted to dance (attempt #2) and after rejecting him, he grabbed me by the hand and tried to pull me with him (attempt #3). That didn't work, so while I was dancing with my friends, he came over and tried to attack me from behind (attempt #4). There was a lot of screaming on my part and running away to hide behind my friends. About fifteen minutes later, this lovely gentleman came over again with a straw in his hand and presented to me as though it was a beautiful rose (attempt #5). That didn't work, so he finally resorted to literally picking me up and spinning me around for about two minutes. I WAS SO MOTHER F-ING DIZZY AND TERRIFIED.

Six attempts. Romanian guys sure have a lot of persistence. It was like a game to them!

Haha please don't be alarmed by my story. The whole country isn't like that...probably.

P.S. As soon as we walked into the club, my favourite song started playing. SAVE TONIGHT. Fate or what.

PHOTO SPAM AHEAD!!

My room window at every possible angle haha.

My friend's room - I'm not that tidy and domesticated.

MY FAVOURITE PART OF THE GALATI - the city centre. How beautiful is this vintage architecture?

Near my dorm

Public park

Until you were gone

2010-06-30T14:18:00.000+10:00

HAHAAHAH AT THE FAMILY PORTRAIT IN THE BACKGROUND.

FML. I look so much older than my brother - people always think he's younger than me.

I love home. I love my family. My mum is love.

A year ago I was at an entirely different place. Sadly torn and wistfully idealistic about things I thought were familiar, but were in actuality, foreign to me. I don't assert that I'm wiser or any less ignorant, but just that I get it now. I get that there will always be something happening - the things people do, the stuff people say. I get disappointment, frustration and anger comes along with the package. How much you care is reflected in how emotional you are as a result.

Anyway, I'm done with all of that. There's just no time to sit and wait for the people to come around. GOTTA MOVE ALONG, right?

Something about me: I'm obsessed with writing letters to my future self (www.futureme.org). Highly recommended. I am constantly writing these letters because my life is pretty freaking dramatic. I'm forever changing how I feel and the things I do. It makes sense then, that I want to document these turning points...so at least someone is keeping track of myself for me...and err, that person is also me.

My point is - it's amazing when you get something from the past and you can't remember ever feeling that way. Big revelations. It shows progress and change.

P.S. The best part of my early mornings is watching people propel their bodies against closing train doors. Occasionally, a limb gets stuck. I'm going to miss seeing that when I'm away.

Bye now everyone!!!!!! Will update whilst I'm gone.

Baby baby baby OH!

2010-06-26T14:21:00.008+10:00

Kathy & Maria - photo shoots from the earlier photography assignment.

I AM LEAVING SOON.

This is meant to be the experience of my lifetime. I will never be almost 20, naive and scared shitless, and about to work in some country I know close to nothing about (besides that Dracula and dragons live there) again. I will be flying to Romania on Wednesday. Seven weeks.

So obviously, I made a gigantic list of things to do in preparation. A list of things to chase up for the trip, a list of things to do for the AIESEC committee in Romania, a list of things to do for Uni when I have to come back, a list of things to pack, a list of things to buy, a list of things to print out...I AM DROWNING IN MY LISTS! Then I look at my lists and I just get so overwhelmed, I decide to go watch some TV instead (The Millionaire Matchmaker if you were wondering. Uh yeah, I have a penchant for reality shows). By the time my day's over, I'm sitting here and still left with all my stupid lists.

This Saturday I hit the city with a bunch of my close friends to celebrate. It was a farewell slash early birthday outing. I was completely, totally, unbelievably blind drunk. Long islands sculling game, anyone? I must have stacked it a million times because I have bruises on my legs. I started crying out of nowhere at the club. I was lying on Kathy's lap on the car ride home because I was dizzy. I woke up disorientated, not remembering how I managed to get changed. I was hung over. And of course, a night out wouldn't be complete unless I have drunk dialled and texted about ten people on my contact list. WHAT THE HELL, MAN?

I told a stranger I had just met that he was a mean dick, a friend that I was feeling 'boo' and managed to somehow set up a catch up with an ex from high school, who I have had no contact with for four years. WHAT? WHAT IS THIS?

My point is: if you came out to see my on Saturday night - I love you. If you didn't, I am disowning you. Shit friend. I kid. Not really.

Finally, here's my departing gift to everyone - by far, the most epic and hilarious photo of the century that I've ever been in. SEEEEEDYYYY. Hello, you like?

You're the door I can't close

2010-06-23T03:13:00.001+10:00

Ten things about yourself...
1. I am indecisive, but secretly, I enjoy it. I don't see it so much as a problem because it means I'm young and I am excited by and appreciate all the possibilities.
2. I think a lot about the bigger picture - where my life will be and what kind of life I want to lead.
3. I am fascinated with and constantly chase after the concept of independence.
4. I don't like to be viewed as weak or vulnerable - I loathe pity.
5. I will never date someone who is clingy.
6. I have a thing for guys with dark eyebrows.
7. I love film but shooting in digital is so much easier.
8. I dramatise everything that happens in my life. It's surprising that I still even have friends. Why the hell would anyone put up with my shit?
9. I NEVER SLEEP EARLY unless I really, really, absolutely have to.
10. I make a lot of goals, but often fall short.

Nine things that you have thought about recently...
1. Instant noodles (I'm starving).
2. How often I've had epic fights with my Mum since my hormones kicked in. Define epic: A lot of tears.
3. The irony when someone does something that upsets you, then turns around and rants to you about someone else doing something similar to them.
4. Travel insurance and airfares
5. What should I be shopping for?
6. How cool it'd be to have a twin. Preferably, we'd also be good-looking twins.
7. I wish I was vocally talented. See below video for proof at how unfortunate my friends and I are. Not blessed at all.

8. I don't like flying.
9. Craving Japanese food now.

Eight ways to win my heart...
1. Being witty. YOU CAN NOT GO WRONG WITH WIT.
2. Owning Nudies.
3. If you will let me play my music in the car.
4. If you won't yell at me when I keep changing songs because I'm indecisive...
5. And you won't get annoyed, if in turn, I keep playing one song on repeat.
6. You will watch horror movies with me.
7. You are musically gifted in some way - serenade me, dammit.
8. You can argue with me...because it's fun?

Seven of your favourite songs...
1. Save Tonight - Eagle Eye Cherry
2. Sway - The Perishers
3. Almost Lover - A Fine Frenzy
4. Sweet and Low - Augustana
5. Drops of Jupiter - Train
6. Just Want You To Know - Backstreet Boys
7. Beauty in the World - Macy Gray

Six things you do before going to sleep...
1. Alarm - to turn it on or off?
2. Put my phone under the pillow next to me. LOOK, I think it's safest there, okay?
3. If I'm going somewhere the next day - figure out in my head what I'll wear...
4. And check the weather...
5. And pack my bag with important things in case I forget in the morning.
6. Make a to-do list for the next day/check my diary.

Five things you wish you could say to five different people right this very moment...
1. Please let me go.
2. I miss seeing you around - how are you doing these days?
3. It's not okay...
4. Let's catch up this week! I'm kind of tired of having an ego. I can't be bothered waiting for you to ask me first because I really want to hang out!!
5. Thank you, it means a lot to me.

Four things you are doing right now...
1. Writing a to-do list
2. Editing photos
3. Yawning (even I bore myself)
4. Listening to MoZella's 'More of You' ON REPEAT.

Three things you are scared of...
1. Drowning - absolute fear.
2. Failing uni and having to stay back. NOO I DON'T WANT TO BE STUCK IN CLASSES WITH CHILDREN!
3. Not finding a graduate position, ergh.

Two things you want to do before you die...
1. Work as a high-paid executive in a multimillion ad firm.
2. Travel the world with my camera.

One confession...
1. What? I'm way too insecure to confess anything here.

My violent friends

2010-06-21T04:20:00.006+10:00

Albert

How dismal is my formspring page? I have had three questions asked:

Are you gay?
hi, i am wondering if you have any assessments left and would like to come to the libz with me. from phyllis
hi i am a huge fan, whats ur internet provider?

In summary, the questions posed were from:

Someone who thought it'd be funny to question my sexuality ALTHOUGH I TOTALLY KNOW IT WAS YOU EMILY. She was the first person to post and proceeded to tell me to 'guess' which question was hers after doing so...
Someone who wanted to ask me to study but couldn't be fucked to call or text me instead.
Someone who wanted to make further mockery at my situation (thanks Katherine).

HAHAHAHHAHA I HATE YOU ALL.

Also, I've noticed two things that happen whenever my friends and I head out. The process of piling into the car and getting to our destination is always brewing with tension. Observations:

There's some intense shit in the air before getting into the car. Everyone suddenly goes extremely quiet (the calm before the storm?) and bodies are then erratically flung and propelled through the air. 99% of the time, it's because we know we're all going for shotgun or any OTHER seat but the bitch seat (i.e. the seat in the middle). We lock car doors, we wrap ourselves up in our seat belts and basically, latch onto anything to hold on to for dear life. I once loss the initial round of this battle and after my friends had secured their seat belts on, I was forced into the middle seat. Then a friend next to me was involved in some heated discussion (probably about something irrelevant like fictitious animated characters) and was up on his seat. I used this opportunity to UNDO his seat belt and slid over to his spot, thereby winning. Moral of the story: I'm nobody's bitch.
Music. We always fight over the stereo. Is it just my friends and I or does it happen to everyone else as well? We would practically be punching each other out to get our iPod or song of choice playing on the stereo. My friend keeps the iPod in between her crotch so I won't make any overt attempts to grab it. But who are we kidding? I'm a wild woman. Vivian be warned, one of these days, I will just make my move...You do what you gotta do, right? It's not my fault everyone else has crap taste in music - HA!

Of course, the adult thing to do in both these situations would be to have some sort of rotational and democratic system. But nah. We'd rather fight over it. Every. Single. Time.

They got nothing on you baby

2010-06-18T14:45:00.006+10:00

SEMESTER 1 IS OFFICIALLY OVER!

I love winter breaks the best. I love the cold. I love sleeping in. I love the warmth from hot water bottles, heaters and blankets. I love snuggling up in front of the TV. I love everything!

Our group - Querks Creative in our matching orange shirts and badges!! Cheesy.

This semester has been interesting to say the least. Advertising, I gave you my all! Our group did amazingly well for our campaign. We made it into top 3 and pitched to the real clients. I have never worked so hard on a project in my entire life and it just felt so damn good to have your work be appreciated and praised for. All that effort paid off. See: group arguments, late nights at uni, lack of sleep, trudging to meetings most nights after work.

On the night we did the pitch to battle for the title of the top agency, I was a mess. We were all high on our energy drinks and fighting nerves all day. At the pitch, I was shaking - literally.

It was embarrassing to walk into a room of Orange Power and Planet Ark management. All the other teams were dressed in, you know, the NORMAL and ACCEPTED corporate gear in blacks, whites and shades of grey. People wore suits and collared shirts. But then of course, there was us, in our fluoro-orange get up. We were the hillbillies, who had just rocked up to town and decided to crash this very important business meeting.

My role as the Creative Director:

So despite the fact that I'm on holidays now, I still have so much to do. I'm still working towards deadlines and under stress. What's wrong with me?

And there is a high possibility that I may have failed my subjects this semester. I somewhat just crumbled after devoting everything to the advertising subject. I neglected my remaining three subjects (besides maybe Photography) and after advertising was over, it was like, 'HANG ON A MINUTE, I STILL HAVE WORK TO DO? WHAT IS THIS 'UNI WORK' YOU SPEAK OF?' Normally (and I'm thinking in 1st and 2nd year), I would have just sucked it all up and pulled all-nighters to finish things on time. I would have done what it would take - coffee, Berocca, energy drinks, libraries, power naps.

Yet I just didn't do it this time around...Instead, I went to sleep. And boy, I made sure I got my dose of 8 hours sleep. ON THE DAY THE FREAKING ASSIGNMENTS WERE DUE. Quite possibly, I think I suffered from some sort of minor stress breakdown/mental system failing to comprehend how I was screwing up my life. Epic.

But hey, it's over now. No time to waste and dwell on what's already done, right?

Quiet

2010-06-11T01:20:00.008+10:00

I'm posting these two because I love the colours. Happy days!
The end is near! Semester 2 is almost over! PLEASE, PLEASE DEAR GOD, LET ME PASS ALL MY SUBJECTS!! I've never failed before (knock on wood) and it's my final year. How completely, tragically shit would it be to fail now? Out of all times. Seriously.

Submitted these for final Photography 3 assignment.

Theme: Windows.
I chose to work around windows because the way light seeps through them is always breath-taking. Initially, I started the project hoping to just play with the light around windows in general. Eventually, it morphed into something else, because
1) I ran out of ideas for poses around windows.
2) I had, without planning to do so, began taking these sort of veiled identity photos.
3) During my consultation with my tutor, he picked that up so I went along with it.

Basically, I winged it.

What I ended up with was an 'intention' to have these photos all feature windows with a running theme of anonymity. The subjects' identities are somewhat obscured so as to emphasise the contemplation and idealisations that permeate. And of course, the degree of anonymity varies throughout the series, but you get the gist, right?

So it's the work of three separate shoots with Emily, Maria and Albert. I know the tone, colours and mood for the photos are all drastically different. I just didn't want to stick to a singular palette or anything like that, which I know is pretty fail. Hope I don't get too heavily penalised...

P.S. The below image is my favourite from the series.

I'll update better with my whereabouts soon. Need to make a better effort on my remaining assignment. Bye!

White daisy passing

2010-05-24T10:55:00.003+10:00

"Please slow it down

There’s a secret magic past world
That you only notice when you’re looking back at it
And all I wanna do is turn around

I'm going down to sleep on the bottom of the ocean
Cause I couldn’t let go when the water hit the setting sun
Cause I couldn’t let go of the passing moment gone"
White Daisy Passing - Rocky Votolato

Grabbed a formspring account. Am uncertain as to how it'll play out for me. Consider this a trial period. Don't want to publicly display it on Facebook for it'd mean putting on show everything. Will leave it on this site for now. I believe this space of mine is relatively unknown. Should I be making more of an effort to publicise it? I'm not sure if I'm ready for the judgement and feedback on something so intimate and personal to me. I don't want to post everything up on a social networking site and basically, throw praises and congralutions at myself. I don't wish for the passing compliments to provide a collective boost to my ego.

I just want a place to document this part of my life to do with creation.

The reason I bring this up is because I always feel somewhat torn. Let's just all agree and accept the fact that I'm vain and self-orientated - I enjoy attention and I'm an egomaniac. To know that people will be reading my written thoughts and see my works would probably - by definition - be enough to make me cream my pants. But then I'm torn because I'm also incredibly insecure. Like I said, this IS something intensely private and I'm well aware of the expected judgment and critique. Feedback is excellent, but I hope for people to understand that by no means, do I consider myself a professional photographer, designer or anything of that magnitude. If anything, I'm an amateur. I'm self-taught and I'm still learning. I do it because it's fun, not because I intend on being a disgrace to the field by labelling myself as an artist or anything as such.

Finally, here's something to think about. I find it to be incredibly complex and divine the way our bodies work. Hah, blame my studying of the subject Social Bodies this semester. So our bodies are something we cannot escape from. They are ours to keep for life. They're what we use to express, to see, to transport ourselves around with. We use it to connect with people. We're empowered by the relationships we forge with others. It's a magnificent thing. However, what happens when it all breaks down?

I think it's so tragic and lonely that when these bodies of ours, experience pain, we are in it alone. The world you've sort of built around yourself sort of fades into oblivion. Your pain is within you alone. People may be there to support you, hold your hand, tell you they understand how you feel, but nobody can? We cannot numerically rate or scale, nor can we accurately verbally articulate any form of intense pain that haunts. We isolate ourselves and retract into our bodies. I don't have a moral or message for this - just thought I'd put it out there. It makes me a little sad.

"[Pain] shows us, too, how those around us
do not, and cannot, share
our being; though men talk animatedly
and challenge silence with laughter

and women bring their engendering smiles
and eyes of famous mercy,
these kind things slide away
like rain beating on a filthy window

when pain interposes"
- Updike.

Looking back on when we first met

2010-05-23T14:29:00.009+10:00

Did a shoot with Emily this morning. Funtastic! You know what? I always have an amazing time on my photoshoots. I know I'm more than a bit of a nutbag - I'm actually insanity - but the whole process is so much fun.

What it's like to be on a shoot with me:

CHAOS.

I wing it (which is a pretty accurate depiction of my outlook on life in general HAHA). I don't know what type of images I'll be shooting until I'm on location and the inspiration sort of flashes by. Sometimes it's easy. Sometimes it's more difficult; it takes more work than that. It's where my models have to try out millions of different things. BUT, I think those are the best parts. As frustrating as it can be, we laugh like maniacs when we see how shockingly absurd and stupid the poses we can come up with are. Hilarity ensues...

So on that note, I just wanted to say a thank you to everyone who has helped me out - from the bottom of my heart. My beautiful models - thank you for being patient when I'm not exactly the most organised and clued-in person out there. Thanks for braving the heat, rain, dirt, insects and cold! Thanks for being ready at all hours of the day; dusk to dawn. Thank you so so so so much! I love and appreciate you all.

The excitement never dies and I don't think anything beats that giddy feeling I feel when I'm doing this. Corny, cliched and what not, but through my highly dramatic and exaggerated emotional meltdowns and all, I've found that I've always had this to fall back onto. Sincerely, genuinely and honestly; it is when I'm behind the lenses that I've been able to appreciate life's aesthetics and be okay with where I am.

Maria's face

2010-05-20T21:53:00.007+10:00

Ultimate face spammage.

The other day, I had another extremely crappy day.

For weeks now, I've been doing an exhausting routine of uni, then work, then back to uni for group work OR work, uni, then group work. Tragic, I know. For consecutive days, I'd leave home at 7am and get home at about 12am.

On Monday, our group was finishing off our advertising assignment and it was late at night. By that stage, I was pretty much deliriousssss. Exhibit A: Alex and I running down the uni corridors screaming, then proceeding to collapse onto the couches. Exhibit B: Hien and Alex trying to put their legs above their heads. The Mac comp lab became our temporary home. Eventually, we finished the darn thing, cried in joy, and all rushed home. I was at the station and saw that my train was coming in 2 minutes, so raaaan. Thankfully got on in time and just fell asleep.

But the next thing you know, I had woken up in the middle of nowhere...There's a train guard standing in front of me, telling me the train had terminated and I had to get off. A CityRail bus was parked outside to take passengers to the continuing stops. BUT OBVIOUSLY, because I was on the wrong train to begin with, the bus was no use to me at all. It was about 12:30am and trains weren't operating anymore, so I couldn't catch anything back into the city either...FAIL.

I don't think I had ever felt such a mix of shoddy emotions in my life. Practically at breaking point, called a cab. Waited for said cab. Cab took me home. $80 taxi ride.

I am an idiot and that is all.

Sorry I've been out of it lately. I can not wait for this semester to end - I think I'll just collapse once it's all over.

On another note, happy 21st Tiffany!

I think, therefore I am

2010-05-13T21:15:00.004+10:00

"I think, therefore I am" - Descartes.

Agree/Disagree?

Philosopher, Descartes, suggests because we have a mind inside our body that controls our thoughts, feelings and actions, we are therefore, living, breathing, alive. Our mind is our identity. Our body is a mere vessel that carries our mind.

But apparently Descartes could be wrong. First, the mind and body is not separate.

Second, according to Ahmed, we cannot think and therefore be who we are - purely because how we think and how we are is permanently attached to our surroundings. There is no inner truth, because everything is subjective.

It pretty much screws everything up, doesn't it? This whole time, you're thinking you have the complete power to determine the person you are, when essentially, you are a reflection dependent on others and a world you have little control over.

We pretend we don't need other people and that every fiber of our being screams out that we are independent and can stand on our own. Yet, the truth of the matter, is that we need other people to formulate the very essence of ourselves.

Tricky.

Here's another AIESEC poster.

A little over my head

2010-05-09T16:03:00.006+10:00

Fashion editorial task shot with portable flash.
Model: Kathy
Top image: Demonstrating a supplementary colour palette
Bottom image: Complementary colour palette

Editorial task shot with medium format camera + studio lighting
Model: Maria
Top image: To show use of saturation (through film processing and post-processing)
Bottom image: Desaturation

I might be over my head
A little over my head
But I kind of like it
I kind of like it
This is not what I expected
A little over my head
But I kind of like it
I kind of like it

After numerous consecutive weekends of late night outs left exhausted by Sunday - intoxicated or not - I've decided I will be spending the next number of indefinite weekends geek-ing it out.

I love the night life but it's weighing me down.

But hey, I know I must have done something right when at the end of a drunken high, I'm not crashing into a mess of emo goo. No wailing and sob stories coming out, just general intoxicated bliss that results in deep sleep by morning. It's all gravy.

And because I'm weird and random, see below list of reasons why I love the night life:
- The atmosphere - excitement, animated chatter, giggles
- Everyone is better-looking at night
- City lights
- It's socially acceptable for drunk people to parade around the streets

BYE NOW.

Hey Ya

2010-04-30T19:43:00.009+10:00

Updated AIESEC poster

Don: "Kimb, everyday your life is a crisis, filled with decision-making"

SO TRUE. Quote of the day. My ultimate weakness is my indecisiveness. I am simply incapable of making logical and rational decisions. Often, what does happen in the end, is that at the very essential last moment, I just opt for the choice with the point of argument to be lingering last in my head.

You can totally brainwash me, since I usually end up choosing the worst option anyway. Yeah...my life movie slogan would be something like "Being mentally incompetent - I have it tough like that."

I'm not going to go to Canberra for the VSA Youth Night this weekend. I've made this decision (70% positive, 30% still ready to be swayed) because I have commitments - to my friends, to myself, to my education, to my future. It sounds good to say that. Though, you never know, I could just as easily rock up tomorrow morning unexpected.

And also, one should never be denied of vanity/luvos/self-loving photographs, regardless of how busy or worn out one is. Total legit rule of thumb.

Get your shit together

2010-04-27T00:01:00.006+10:00

Getting harassed at work. Today, Matt (co-worker) took Nicole's (co-worker/uni friend) phone and texted me that she was "stuck" in the toilet and needed help. While giggling about it, I literally rushed out of the room to save her ass. I thought she was in need of some serial sanitary products or something. Got there - empty. Ran back - found Matt giggling his socks off.

VERY FUNNY.

Then they photoshopped my face into these hideous pre-made backdrops and photos. There's about 40 copies floating around and I have been warned that they'll be on everyone's desk tomorrow morning.

Hate my life.

On another note, really need to get around to doing homework.

Kill me

2010-04-21T11:16:00.002+10:00

Blogging at work. Ha ha.

Currently have so much going on.

Don't even know where to start with the things I need to do or chase up.

Drained.

4-5 hours sleep each night.

But I still love it. Busy is good.

Will upload when I have a chance to breathe.

Beauty in the world

2010-04-16T00:26:00.011+10:00

Early in the morning. Yes, that is beautiful motherfucking dew/frost/fog. That's how early it was. Model: Maria

This song makes me so happy. Hello, did anybody watch Ugly Betty's finale?

On a different note, I had a pretty fail day. I was the first person to my lecture, but managed to fall asleep throughout the entire thing. I dropped half a sandwich I bought at uni (I've been whining about this all day - it still hurts). I had work after uni and I was tired. After work, I went back to uni to scan some film, where I managed to single-handedly break the entire system/machine ("Wow. You're the first student to ever do this to the program..."). The whole building also got evacuated because of the faulty fire alarm system. Once we were allowed back inside and just when the scanning was working for me, the alarm went off again. So I spent about 3 unproductive hours at uni. Zilch.

I had to rush out, but on the way out, I also got yelled at by the security guard for taking my time. When outside, I realised I had left behind a chart/assignment that I'd need to write my essay on. By then, I couldn't be bothered going back in since everyone was still evacuated. So...I decided to go home...then I caught the wrong train and it took half an hour longer to get home.

This reminds me of the story of a friend, who the day she was hung over, caught the wrong train three times in a row. Oh wait, that was me and that day was last week.

And basically, I'm sick. Wah. But this song just makes me feel so much frickin' better.

Ready for the weekend!

2010-04-15T01:56:00.006+10:00

Posters out!

Have barely slept over past few days. Three assignments down and I think I pretty much failed them all. NOT exaggerating. Like today, I had to do a 50 minute presentation with Noeleene. I was talking non-stop. The entire time, in my head I was thinking "Bitch, shut up already". So yeah...the presentation was supposed to be a facilitation, but I hardly gave the class a chance to discuss because I hogged all the talking time...

One more day of uni tomorrow until mid-sem breaaaaakk!!!!!!!!!!!!

Work, work, work. Need to still go to work and do work despite it being holidays. Sadface.

Released today

2010-04-12T08:24:00.002+10:00

These flyers are to be printed and released today. Posters coming soon (when I find the time to squeeze them in between my insane schedule and work load).

Cold nostalgia chills me to the bone

2010-04-11T13:56:00.012+10:00

I'll taste the sky and feel alive again

Fashion editorial shoot for uni. Model: Kathy

I love the way this video is shot.

Being okay

2010-04-11T00:26:00.004+10:00

How are you supposed to know when you are absolutely, completely okay? Are there meant to be signs that rain down into your life and spark the epiphany? Because honestly...how does it all work?

How does one go about recognising this abstract and complex concept of self-fulfillment?

I feel as though I need the concrete proof to show that I’m okay. I know that being ‘okay’ is but an idea; a projection that you place upon yourself. You are the one that defines how okay you are. You draw your own perimeters and set your own boundaries. When you feel okay, you should instantly know it - a recognition is triggered.

But I feel I keep running back to this very topic. I’m always looking for some sort of external approval. Rather than seeking it from within myself, I look elsewhere in other people. "Tell me please, that I’m okay" - as though I don’t trust my own judgment.

But it’s true, I don’t. I am so subject to change. I am fickle.

Therefore, I don’t trust myself.

Therefore, I never know if I am truly okay.

I’m not satisfied with my own findings and conclusions.
I want an objective point of view when the matter is in actuality, nothing but a subjective truth.

I met all the people I thought I’d never meet. My heart’s been broken, by all the people, who I thought would never break it. I've done all the things I thought I'd never do. And I just want to be okay, dammit.

Good morning sunshine

2010-04-08T08:30:00.009+10:00

So let it be known: I am a loud, giggly, outrageous drunk. I am also a serial drunk communicator. I will talk to you about everything and tell my entire life story if you'll listen to me. I'll feel the need to contact anyone on my mind and confront them about some invisible, non-existent 'issues' as such. Or I'd just talk for the sake of it. Somebody should seriously consider signing a permanent contract with me.

"Whenever Kimberly goes out in public and decides to consume alcohol, please confiscate her phone, laptop and pretty much any other mode of communication she can get her hands on." Maybe even snail mail. You never know, I could randomly decide to write a letter about how I feel and go post it...

It's not a pretty sight...the breakdown that is. I'm a tool.

I wish I were back here. This time in my life; this place in my life.

Dawn. Good morning to life. Shot in the Vietnam countryside.

Dawn is so beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful.

Crap

2010-04-06T12:11:00.003+10:00

I AM SO BAD WITH DEADLINES.

All week, I haven't been doing any of the work I had planned...besides editing these babies here.

It's Tuesday and I'll now have to cram everything in. Self-discipline, Kimb. Self-discipline dammit!

I dig.

2010-04-02T15:45:00.006+11:00

Autumn is my favourite season.

I dig my watch.

Other things I dig:

Easter eggs
My work friends
Good night outs

Things I do not dig:

Waking up disorientated
Drunk dialling

P.S. Sorry I'm vain...because it works out - me being into photography and all. Just saying.

Pop

2010-04-01T19:13:00.004+11:00

Waddup!

It's the Easter long weekend YEAAAAAHHHH!

My last hour or so at work today:

My manager calls the office, co-worker picks up, then says to me "He wants to see you in the boardroom! He says he has a special errand for you"

So I go there and I'm all "WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
And he's all "Could you please go to Aldi and buy some lemons...so we can drink Tequila"

HAHA, so the Finance Manager gave me $5 to spend on lemons, and I came back with 10. Everyone, including the MD, was very impressed and shocked. They were all, "...Why'd you get so many lemons? Are you sure he didn't just mean 2?"

Screw you. I thought I did a very good job.

Studio shoot on Wednesday with the beautiful medium format camera. With my amazing entourage - Maria (model), Ange (stylist), Kathy (photo assistant), Tony (balloon blower and popper...)

Have a good weekend everyone!

What's someone like you doing in a place like this?

2010-03-30T23:19:00.003+11:00

Old photo shot last year with Maria. God, you do not know how many times I tried to get this shot. I tried black and white film on two separate occasions, before giving up and getting it on digital. Same bed, same pose. SAD.

I'll never be the same, if we ever meet again.

I'm exhausted. I have a bunch of photos to edit and submit for uni, a CD of photos for a client, a bunch of event posters designs for AIESEC and personal photos to go through and fix up for myself. Why is this so tiring but at the same time, so fun? I think I have a thing for hoarding in all the responsibilities and piling the deadlines upon myself. Such a failure.

Riding

2010-03-30T08:12:00.004+11:00

So I'm sitting on a train to work at 8 in the morning, there's no sun and rain is sprinkling. Despite the fatigue that lingers and lulls in my body, I'm thinking, 'Damn, things are pretty okay'. I may have, from time to time, whined about being stuck in a routine, but it's so like me, that at the same time, I enjoy it. Who am I to deny that I am indeed a closet lover of the safer option, schedules and comfort. I enjoy boredom. Oxymoron?

I appreciate knowing what will come next, yet, at the same time I thrive upon the idea of spontaneity.

And this is exactly where it feels like I'm constantly at crossroads. Let me know when you have figured out a way to balance the two.

Just to clarify

2010-03-29T22:07:00.002+11:00

In case you were wondering - Lucas (the toddler) is not my baby.

Cityscapes

2010-03-29T21:38:00.006+11:00

Taken on top of steps in Macau.

A view from the balcony of a Vietnam hotel.

Taken on the Summer of 2009-2010.

I've been missing that Summer (and every other summer before that)...largely due to the constant, droning reminders of the mediocrity of my current day-to-day life. What a stark comparison? I miss the lack of routine and responsibilities. It was tooooooo gooood.

Unravelled

2010-03-28T21:03:00.002+11:00

Lucas - I stand corrected that he is currently the cutest toddler on this planet.

So this marks the very beginning of the publicising of my life, photos and all that jazz.