a 5.5 hour conversation about the differences between love and lust.  by 6am we hadn’t come to a sound conclusion but was left to ponder the following: lust in isolation in order to fall in love you must first know, then like, then fancy the person, then develop a crush, then become smitten then feel…

and in the moment when you grabbed my hands to steady my balance, ensuring that i wouldn’t fall, its like time was rewound to two months ago where my heart was a nervous flutter by the mere stroke of your hand.  but then the moment passed as quickly as it came and my heart returned to…

the air is crisp, the sun-bright and the ground covered in golden leaves.  i don’t know what it is, but there is something about just walking the streets of this great city that puts me at ease, cams me and really inspires me to think.  and of course, once my mind gets wandering it just…

whilst out for a beer with a friend and having one of our infamous philosophical discussions about life the perfect phrase was coined for my current state of mind: emotionally delicate. not fragile, of course.  just delicate.

while out running just now i was going over my emotional moments of the past 7 months and realized that every single time my heart was always right, always strong. from ending a suffocating relationship to acknowledging my unhappiness to committing to adventure to partying uncontrollably in order to escape to falling for someone unattainable;…

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…

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…

In the midst of my travels, my mind wonders back to that of a boy.  It’s a sign that my feelings are real when I begin to question myself, becoming ridiculously insecure.  Unwinding, coming undone.  I nearly forgotten what these feelings felt like.  The insecurity – why would someone like him like me?  I’m not…

Took in an amazing photography exhibt today that is worth writing about.  “Love Me” by Zed Nelson.  ‘A collection of images documenting how far people will go for the quest for physical perfection.  The series reflects a world we have created where enormous social, psychological and economic rewards and penalties are attached to the way…

And then a phone call from Japan at midnight gives a calming sense to the stress of feeling lonely.  GS, one of the dearest people I’ve ever met indeed.  It’s good to know that no matter where in the world you are, someone you admire greatly is thinking about you in return.