thought #146- the one for me.

someone who:
1. knows how to be thankful.
2. reminds me to cleanse, exfoliate and moistorise my face.
3. has also gotten emotional when mufasa died in lion king.
4. asks how i am unexpectedly.
5. can still stand to see me after i've just woken up.
6. can accept the things that they can't change.
7. can chismis with my mum.
8. is honest enough to tell me the truth.
9. doesn't just want me out of convenience.
10. actually wants to pursue me.
11. loves the Creator, but struggles every day to get it right with Him too.
12. is decisive but caring enough to ask about my opinion too.
13. lets me smoke a cigarette once in awhile.
14. can sit and talk for hours over skim mochas.
15. isn't always sure, altogether, rehearsed or flawless.
16. has had their heart broken before.
17. believes in an eternity.
18. likes a home-cooked meal and a night in.
19. can't promise they won't break my heart but will promise to break it if it'll make me a better person.
20. doesn't just have sex on their mind.
21. has standards but isn't expecting anything.
22. has a heffer of a heart.
23. can see the greater, selfless things in life.
24. respects me.

is the one for me.

ps. in other words francisco lachowski. haha i kid. just another excuse to upload a photo of my brazilian manfriend.
pps. this isn't an advertisement. im not expecting ill meet him soon. maybe i don't even want too. not just yet.

thought #145- Monday Mornings

Are usually synonymous with crusty eyeballs, crumpled faces, falling sound asleep on the bus/train and the internal cursing at another quotidian routine of work/school. But I find that despite experiencing all of the previously mentioned, I actually look forward to my Monday mornings. Skipping my Blethics lecture for an adventure around the city in search for another cafe to brunch at in the company of beautiful waiters and equally beautiful aesthetics. If I keep this up, I reckon I could start writing cafe reviews (with the iota of knowledge I have regarding cuisine) for the hell of it. So I begin my first exploratory (technically second, visited Pieno cafe at Surry Hills last week but can't be bothered back tracking... may visit it a second time!) recount for my new found obsession/lust- cafe hopping.

Who: Cafe C

Where: 281 King St, Newtown.

When: Monday (Open M-S 7:30am- 10pm).

What: Breaky ham, cheese and tomato croissant ($7) with freshly squeezed orange juice ($5).

How good: 2.5/5 

I actually wasn't planning to go to Newtown today, but with such gloomy weather and a sudden impulse desire to op-shop, I thought I'd pay a visit to one of my favourite suburbs. Yes, it's slightly dishevelled, overpriced at times and the eclecticism can sometimes leave one out of place, but I find a sense of home in this cultured little nook. Desperate to find shelter from the shitface weather and with a growling stomach, I found solace in the nearest decent looking cafe I could find. The little sign "Yes we're open, it's warm inside!" was enticing enough for me and sure enough the empty-ish cafe (perhaps it was too early or it was a Monday or its usually quiet) was cozy and inviting. With some Mediterranean tunes infiltrating the room, I was given a menu and chose to sit by the window panels. The cafe, upon quick and closer inspection, was cute and rustic with a touch of modernity (the cute lightbulb lighting). I noticed that a lot of people stopped by for a takeaway cuppa (including a cute stranger who came in for a mocha) but not many stayed to dine (once again I blame the Monday morning-itis). The meal itself was of a good size and tasty despite trying to keep my dignity with the bluntest knife known to man. The croissant was delicious and flaky but the cheese lacked that true melt and it was obvious that an effort to create this dish was slightly rushed. The orange juice was also pretty acidic it probably could of boiled my guts, but luckily I'm a fan of sour. Disappointment came with the two waiters who weren't exactly friendly or pleasant. Don't get me wrong they weren't bastards or anything, but their constant flirting behind the coffee machine and other random chatters made it feel like I was intruding something private. All in all, if you're looking for a quiet Monday morning feed with enough money left to splurge on your vintage then this is a place you should consider (note I didn't say recommend), other than that it wasn't brilliant nor was it tragic. It looks like a great place to grab a coffee but maybe not as great to dine in for breaky. I'm afraid this cafe is a little like me, sleepy-eyed, nonchalant and a little nasty at 10am.

love,

thought #144- the contents of a woman's handbag is the contents of her soul

its true.

a little bit of my soul.

• kikki k 2010 diary.
• dettol hand sanitizer.
• mimco wallet.
• keys.
• assortment of pens.
• dunhill refined 20.
• green bic lighter.
• ck glasses.
• rayban sunnies.
• oral b dental toothpicks.
• elizabeth arden compact mirror.
• vaseline with aloe vera lip balm.
• eclipse black chill mints
• nokia e63 phone which is in dire need of a replacement. 

love,

thought #143- tickle me pink

Day 24- Whatever tickles you’re fancy

ten things that tickle my fancy (what an odd saying):

1. handsome, quirky, geeky cute, awkward strangers.
2. a good brunch dish.
3. penning down a song.
4. a good read.
5. a bargain.
6. sleeping in.
7. a night out with my favourite people.
8. amazing dnms.
9. mimco.
10. sounds.

love,

thought # 142- the munchies

Day 23 - Something you crave for a lot

i kind of feel sorry for my future husband, because if i crave as bad as i do when i'm not impregnated, my good lord i could be asking for anything. i get mad cravings. like they're not absurd like pickles dipped in chocolate or that shit, but when i get a craving i need to have it or my whole day, mood and outlook on life is suddenly dismal. as if my life depends on it.

i usually crave things i don't eat that often such as frozen cheesecake, lindt macaroons, ben and jerrys or baskin and robbins or even something as disgusting as maccas. but then again i do crave regulars like pork rolls, sushi, and gummy worms. i know weird.  but generally i'll crave higher end delicacies. once i recall desperately wanting cheesecake at some ungodly hour that my dad had to drive me to woolies just to get some. i know its crazy.

but other than that i dont really crave often, except maybe when im having a bad day and need coffee or shopping or both.

love,

ps. all this chat about food is making me hungry!

thought #141- ill set you apart.

Day 22 - What makes you different from everyone else

to be honest this question makes me cringe. mainly because it forces me to actually delve deep into who i am as a person and where i fit in this jigsaw puzzle called society. why it makes me cringe is because i am honestly still in the process of trying to find out what defines me. this doesnt mean i'm after any sympathy here, but there really isn't anything special that sets me apart, except for the fact there is no human being that looks, acts, thinks and essentially is me. being unique is such an opaque concept. i struggle to grapple with it.

i mean i do have my little foibles, my little quirky things that make me not completely different but somewhat distinguished. such as my penchant for writing, my love for strangers, my affinity for the shade of black in clothing, my irregular heartbeat, my whim for red lipstick, my necessity for nailpolish (dark blue, red and purple), my soft spot for morbidity, my insomniac tendencies, my strange thinking patterns, my vocal chords, my grandfather hands, my lifelong refinement for my Creator, my skim mocha and morning cigarette breakfast, my verbosity, my obsession for visiting cafes by myself, my shyness, my fondness for debating, my inability to play any sport, my non-existent love life and the list potentially perpetutates. but i guess alot of people can pick a few and say "hey me too" thus eliminating the purpose of difference from everyone else.

but hey i'm not selfish. i think its great to find a "hey me too" in your life. its good to have differences, but its within those differences that the similarities blossom. and suddenly doing life alone, is impossible.

love,

thought #140- i shot the sheriff

Day 21- A screen shot of your desktop

my desktop. nothing fancy. the background picture is of the cafe i visited with my lovely friend janelle a few weeks back. it's called coco cubana and is located at oxford st. the vintage decor, local vibe and laidback aura (not to mention their killer milk mochas) make this a visit must!

love,

thought # 139- you make me smile like a

Day 20- A picture that makes you smile

pretty self explanatory. the question is when doesn't he make me smile?

love

thought #138- aka

Day 19 - Nicknames you have; why do you have them

i have had numerous nicknames in my lifetime, these are a few:

•  abujabi- in year eight when mrs lamplough informed us of a place called abu dabbi  in science, somehow i got involved and got called that for the year.
• abogan- a year nine in- joke with murray, isco, nico, grace and jem.
• asia- only josh baissari calls me this and gets away with it.
• cruzbum- only mads calls me this and she's retarded for doing so haha.
• aboygail- ever since the infamous boy-short chop, it made sense.
• bee/bi- only elle calls me that (short for boyfee) and rana for the latter. 
• babe- only carlo calls me this. gag.
• abidoo- the most embarrassing nickname to be verbalised in public. thanks mum.
• babs- my old church youth call me this. i dont know how it exactly originated but its the name.
• abi- the only normal nickname that makes perfect sense to all mankind. use this one for the love of God please. haha

love,

thought #137- goals to make, rules to break.

  Day 18 - Plans/dreams/goals you have

i have many plans/dreams/goals, sometimes it frightens me because the thought of never fulfilling them leaves me somewhat disappointed. i mean i understand im human and don't control the purpose of my existence but it isn't much harm to dream isn't it? i mean i have the plans for my near future:

• double degree it next year.
• get my P's and a car.
• become employed.
• grow my hair out.
• write and record a cd (for my own pleasure not exactly for fame purposes)
• study in london for a year, travel around europe.
• get a boy.

and then the far, far future:

• graduate uni and find a full-time job.
• become a corporate lawyer.
• move out and find a place. 
• save up for a house deposit.
• do postgraduate study.
• buy my parents a house.
• settle down and get married.
• have a dream wedding.
• have two kids.

but mainly i just want to be content, happy and blessed. i want this life to count, cause there are many times in my current life that the mundane, meaninglessness of my attitude really does wear me down. i hope growing up and seeing these dreams become a reality will provide hope (only with Him). and if i dont see each of them fulfilled, i know it wasn't meant for me and that my list of dreams hasn't ended just yet.




love

ps. i dare you

thought # 136- if i were a boy

Day 17 - Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why

this was hard. i can think of at least twenty. but i guess i'd like to be a man. then maybe i could fully comprehend the logic behind dumping a girl, the fright of saying i love you, being physically needy, checking out things other than fashion blogs and perving on other boys, walking in the footsteps of my father, wearing boxers and feeling breezy, looking in the mirror, having the slight bit interest in sport and everything else it includes. then maybe i could be more empathetic. maybe.

love

thought #135- narciscist.

Day 16 - Another picture of yourself

AUGUST 2010
as much as changes go, there really isnt any. except for the increase in metal at the mouth. apart from that, ditto. same old, same old.

thought #134- shuffle

Day 15 - Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play

1. mysteries- yeah yeah yeahs. i love karen o's screaming near the end.
2. fire eye'd boy- broken social scene. for when i'm feeling alternative.
3. how to save a life (acoustic)- the fray. its emotional and raw.
4. karma- alicia keys. i love this song, especially in moments of feminist empowerment.
5. in your eyes (acoustic)- ben harper. i adore the fact that it's live.
6. yankee bayonet (i will be home then)- the decemberists. this is a random country-esque song. 
7. you give me something- james morrison. i still really fancy this song. maybe because i fancy morrison's sexy damaged vocals and cheesy lyrics.
8. still here- natasha bedingfield. another emotional song.
9. parallel universe- red hot chili peppers. always need a bit of old school in your system.
10. planet new year- sarah blasko. love this song!

love,

thought #133- familia

Day 14 - A picture of you and your family
this is my familia. taken on my 18th birthday exactly. at that ugly chinese restaurant that my family adore because they make a killer crispy flounder and pork ribs in peking sauce. anyway, we're small in quantity. i am obviously the only member below the 40 year old age bracket, though i don't feel like it at times. there are benefits and disadvantages of growing up with old people.  i've learned to love each member. we've had our moments, our disagreements and eventually we'll seperate when the time comes. but i love them to death. it's true that you can choose your friends but you can't choose your family. and i wouldn't have it any other way.

love