Musical Notes

After many ponderings and wonderings, I have finally worked out why is it that so many girls are attracted to musicians, or rather, musically talented guys. Acoustic Night at Manchester Lane has opened up a new chapter in my life titled "the next one better play an instrument". The allure of your guy, sitting in front of a piano or strumming on a guitar while huskily singing something akin to James Blunt.... just the thought of this has me weak at the knees and heart pounding like a drum. The music was so good that i think they should make it mandatory that all guys play at least one kind of instrument... if not for yourself.. then for us?

The faithful companion

"He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion." --Unknown

I miss you Carlos, Cop and Jack.....so much...

It's a Beautiful City

Melbourne Melbourne Melbourne, what can I say? Except I love you and I will cry a thousand tears at the end of the year when I leave you.

Another Tuesday night, and instead of being dull and not-happening, Slutty Incorporated headed down to the Melbourne Fashion Week for a night of beautiful clothes, snakeskin clutches and heels so high that I can't walk in. But it was all worth it, watching the too-thin models walk their walk, talk their talk and me furiously listing in my head everything that I want from the show, the four of us had loads and loads of fun. It is an experience unlike any other and I know that we will all treasure it for a long long time to come.

After reading schmiggle's blog, thinking of parting at the end of the year has me feeling all nolstagic...although there were bumps and aches and crashes, i wouldn't trade it for anything...No regrets...It gave me friends who are sooo close that i can't even begin to describe and experiences that has left me breathless...

I use to wish I could wipe the slate clean and start over fresh somewhere else, anywhere but Melbourne... But if the last 3 years has taught me anything.. DAMN but Melbourne is beautiful

It's a pimply affair

After a week of self-imposed seclusion, my takeovers and securities essay is finally reaching an end. Having started wayyyyyy too late and done not enough research, 2500 words of pure rubbish is ready for print and hand-in. Fingers cross that it will be the type of rubbish that the lecturer will actually allow to pass, otherwise my takeovers life is going to become bleak and hopeless and she will have to dodge a potential murder.....

Unfortunately the essay has also given me a gigantic pimple between my eyebrows, I understand that that would be a good place to get it if you were going down the route of the devine... namely if you looked like a buddha statue, but with fashion week starting tomorrow the pimple is just not helping. Instead of turning up to the shows looking incredibly chic, well at least trying to look incredibly chic, I now will have to be content with a big red pasty looking dot on my forehead.. what a way to go... hopefully the models won't be scared off... Now is the time for loads and loads of pimple cream and wishing and hoping that this traversty will deflate by tuesday...