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lessons from the weekend.

Monday, October 27, 2014



At about one-and-a-third is when the pork bun rating starts to swing from delicious to slightly sickening.

Sometimes it takes trying on twenty different pairs of shoes with an outfit to realise the skirt is the problem.

I have the most patient, wonderful friends who will diligently keep an interested expression plastered on their faces while I recount a 58-minute call I had with a government agency that went nowhere.

Jonathan Tropper is the kind of writer I would like to narrate my life in a book.

Jaffa and mint choc-chip ice-cream do go together quite nicely, thank you very much.

Nothing can turn my mood around faster than a cup of tea with my nan. And a biscuit.

Five o'clock on a Sunday night is no time to do groceries, unless you enjoy getting caught in trolley gridlock.

One Tree Hill is so much cheesier the second time around.

I live in the prettiest city in the world. Take a bow, Sydney. You played this weekend perfectly.

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it turns out, every now and then, living alone is not so tops.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Picture: Free People

There are plenty of times when living by yourself really is the cat's pyjamas. Like when you want to watch 12 episodes of The Newsroom back to back and no-one can interrupt and tell you, no, they actually would like to invoke their part-time custody of the remote. Or when you are too lazy to cook and so you have guacamole, chips and wine for dinner. And nobody is any the wiser, because you tell anyone who asks that you had fish and vegetables. (Suitably healthy, balanced, grown-up.)

But one time when living alone is decidedly not ideal is when you are sick.

I don't get knocked down by illness very often. (And, if we're completely honest, I can be a bit smug about that fact. I know, I know...) But when I do get sick, I'm like a man. I'm convinced my flus are at least ten times worse than everyone elses. Right? They have to be. Because as I'm laying on the couch surrounded by tissues and Vicks vapour-rub, I think it can't be that anyone else has ever felt quite this bad. (Did I also mention I'm a Grade A wimp?)

And so it goes that I end up putting my my sore throat and achy head into Google until I find some potentially deadly illness that begins with a few innocent, flu-like symptoms. I blame the fact that when you live alone, there is no-one to step in and tell you that you're talking nonsense. No-one to go to the chemist. Or make chicken soup. Or put clean sheets on the bed. Or, you know, just generally keep an eye open overnight to check that I'm still breathing.

I'm sure once I'm fighting fit again, I'll go right back to being quietly chuffed that I can get up and do laundry at 6am on a Saturday without anyone batting an eyelid – but right now, I wouldn't mind another person. Just to put their hand on my forehead and check for a temperature. And maybe tell me they're pretty sure it's not Ebola.

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a little hitch.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014


One thing I've learned in 28 years of this life is that pretty much nothing will go as you expect it to. One minute, you'll find yourself released from an old job contract early and enjoying an extended four week holiday before starting an exciting new position. The next minute, you're cancelling your trip to Singapore because, it turns out, you no longer even have a job.

Your luck can turn on a dime.

I have had a topsy turvy few days, dealing with the fallout from some very unfortunate and very unexpected circumstances. And for the first time in my life, I don't have a plan for what's next. I have no idea where to go from here – and the uncertainty of it all isn't exactly gelling well with my Type A personality. (I mean, I don't even know where to begin with my to-do list...) But I do know this: I'm determined to land on my feet. I want to be the girl who was knocked down – maybe cried for a second – but then picked herself back up, straightened her blazer and marched right on into the future with barely a blip in her stride. I'm going to be that girl. Marching onward and upward to something AMAZING. (All caps.)

Because if your luck can turn on a dime, then it can turn right back again.

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days that make you go 'ahhhhhh'...

Sunday, September 14, 2014


In case there was any doubt that spring has sprung in Sydney (and believe you me, there was plenty of doubt after all that rain) the city turned on the charm this weekend. Blue skies and stupidly pretty blossoms for miles! I might have even got a hint of sunburn on my nose...

Oh, well, the price you pay.

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anxious traveller alert!

Tuesday, September 9, 2014


 Photo: Marina Bay Sands

In just over one month, I'm going on holidays to Singapore – by myself. It's my first solo trip overseas, ever. And while I'm crazy excited, I'm also a wee bit terrified. Because, really, when you stop and think about, anything could happen. One minute you're shopping for bargains at Zara, the next you've been mugged by wild monkeys with a fetish for backpacks. (Don't laugh. Apparently this is a genuine possibility…) So for the past week, my brain has been flipping between two thoughts:

1. "How awesome will it be to spend a whole week doing whatever I want whenever I want?" (So awesome.) And…
2. "What if I get stolen and no-one knows where to look for me?"

I've seen Taken, I know how these things go down.

But I'm trying to keep that second thought faaaar from my brain because, actually, it's totally bonkers. When I'm not on holidays, I'm by myself all the time. I live by myself. I get around by myself. I even take myself to dinner sometimes when I feel like fajitas and no-one else is around to go for Mexican. Dammit, I'm the Independent Woman that Destiny's Child sings about.

But just in case, I've already warned my sister to expect daily text message updates of my plans for the day. (As a nifty side benefit, I kinda hope telling her I'm planning to lounge by an infinity pool 57 floors above Singapore city while she goes to work will make her sick with jealousy…)

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the easiest way to lift your mood by 65 points…

Monday, September 1, 2014



Photo source: unknown

…is for spring to start. The weather today was incredible – warm, sunny, blue skies for miles…

Or so I'm told. I wouldn't know. I spent the whole day in the office. But it seemed to put everyone else in a stellar mood.

Regardless of the fact they are predicting rain for the foreseeable future, I'm confident there will be more sun to come – and just the thought of it makes my giddy. I'm crazy about this time of year, when it feels like everything is starting fresh… and it becomes warm enough to eat ice-cream again without freezing yourself from the inside out. 

So bring it, spring. I'm ready for longer days, shorter skirts and all the flowers Sydney gardens can handle. 

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twenty eight.

Saturday, August 30, 2014


Last week I celebrated my 28th birthday with lots of friends, a seriously hot black jumpsuit, and so so much cake. As far as birthdays go, it was a pretty smashing one.

There's something really nice about getting older, don't you think? Learning a little more than before. Growing a little more. Changing a little more. I wouldn't shift anything in my life right now. I feel like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, and man am I excited about what's to come. This last year has delivered some tough-to-take lessons, but one thing I have mastered is resisting the urge to be everything to everyone. Fact: I'm not going to be every person's favourite flavour. I get that now – and, you know what, it's okay. Because we're all different people, and thank god for that.

I feel like right now, I know myself better than I have at any point in the past. And I might just like myself a little better, too. So for the record, let's lay it down: at 28, I am, unapologetically...


...a girl who loves to blast Taylor Swift in the kitchen.

...a girl who 90% of the time would rather stay in.

...a girl with not just a job, but a career.

...a girl who can (kinda) walk in heels.

...a girl with a lot of big ideas.

...a girl who knows a fifth cocktail is never a good idea. But occasionally orders one anyway.

...a girl who still meets new people with a little too much trust.

...a girl who can reverse park in a pinch.

...a girl who always puts family first.

...a girl who loves candles, and cushions, and throw rugs.

...a girl who talks too much, but doesn't dance enough.

...a girl who secretly still harbours dreams of becoming a ballerina. Or Ryan Gosling's wife.

...a girl who sometimes likes her own company more than others'.

...a girl who would spend her last $10 on fresh flowers.

...a girl who believes in kindness above all else.

...a girl who can kick goals some days – but not every day.


And if you don't like that? No biggie. I'll just shake it off, T-Swizzle style.
 

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