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,