Unpacking my baggage

 * 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 a...

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. --- You k...

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 stop...

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 an...

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 thi...