last night was one of those moments where i wanted to reach out and just hug him, kiss him, make love to him. after what marked my first day of reality in melbourne and his attentiveness so charming we watched a music documentary afterwards listening to the rain. upon going to bed taking one last look at the storm…
Month: April 2010
vulnerable lessons.
i made the foolish decision to become vulnerable around a boy. to take a risk by taking down the walls, to take no fear in falling for him. and just as i stumbled, overcome with emotion, i get my heartbroken before anything really began. as any girl would do when her heart is fluttering uncontrollably, i pushed for…
anzac day.
anzac = australia & new zealand army corps anzac day is a national holiday that marks the corps attack at gallipoli, turkey on april 25, 1915. in an effort to rally against turkey’s support of germany in world ward i the corps withdrew 8 months later after 8500 are killed (reference: the little book of australia by david dale, 2010)….
some of my favourite things.
it has been over a month since i landed down under. so, here are some of my favourite things thus far: the greeting “how you going?” to me, it sounds like such a sincere hello. australian’s have this ridiculous eclectic and rustic beauty to them. how isolated this country is from the rest of the…
koalas and kangas.
i was really excited about today’s activity: my own personal field trip to lone pine, the largest koal sanctuary in the world. tremendously excited to finally see two of australia’s famous wildlife – koalas and kangaroos – i was also heartbroken and frustrated to see the marsoupials caged up in some areas (i have always…
endpoint: east coast excursion’s final destination.
brisbane. my final destination before heading back to melbourne where reality is waiting for me. perhaps i will get lost on my way? 16 days. i’ve seen a lot and met some fascinating (and interesting) people. it’s been part peaceful and part party. two weeks isn’t necessarily a long time but when you are seeking clarity…
from byron to brissy: disappointment in paradise and the traveling grannies.
perhaps the best town name ever: coolangatta. the first of many this haven of a beach town gives visual justification why a big part of queensland is dubbed the sunshine coast. the irony of surfer’s paradise: yes, it is the name of a town. and you’d think that it would be this bohemian village on…
a boy named dane.
during my travels this afternoon, i met an aussie named dane. while sitting on the beach enjoying a cider, he strolled by and asked if he could sit down. before i could reply he just sat down and introduced himself. he asked me if i was canadian to which i replied, yes. i enquired as…
more byron beauty.
spending the morning browsing the byron storefronts followed with tanning on main beach with two ‘surf hipsters’ (self-proclaimed of course) i’m learning about a couple more quirks that make this hangout so unique: barista wish you a “beautiful, groovy day”…women walk around braless and topless…more poeple commute on surf boards, skateboards and bikes than by feet or cars……
surf lessons.
so i can’t come to byron and not take surf lessons. why i have never done this before, i don’t know. but the moment i roped the board to my ankle and jumped my first wave, i was hooked. i learned how to paddle, mount my board and stand up. once i got over the excitement of surviving a wave i soon found myself…
static confusion. 