...I met Rumi Neely from fashiontoast! By met I really mean bumped into while skulking around Circular Quay in the early morning. Naturally I awkwardly asked for a photo with her, after asking her and Colin equally awkward questions like "what are you doing here??" (to which she said Fashion Week...and gestured to the large tent set up to our left for Mercedes Benz FW AUS that I had failed to notice).

When I asked for a photo, she sort of lightly protested something about wearing her most comfy, daggy airplane clothes. Which is pretty funny because though I'm pretty clueless about fashion, I do know that she could probably wear Crocs and a paper bag and everyone in the blogging/fashion world would continue to applaud and look up to her. Such a humble lady!

Wtf does that even mean? I scribbled down a bit of a poem the other day and put it on my wall because it stuck with me. I didn't know why at the time but staring up at it now, I realise why. Life is today, not about tomorrow, not yesterday. After all the overthinking, and fuss perhaps I just need to slow down and focus on that.

Anyway, these are just some photos from one of the long train trips to sydney. There is always something calming about them.

And this blogging thing is getting a bit ridiculous. I don't know if it's because I have nothing to post, have no time to post or simply forget this blog exists. Need to lift my game!

Frozen berries for breakfast

Australian Open of Surfing crowd at Manly Beach

Skirt and softest cashmere jumper ever from Free People.

 First time I've bought from FP (most of the time I just ogle at the impossibly beautiful and impossibly expensive clothes). Unfortunately the skirt is way too big which means i'm a US size 0 or 00...which is impossibly scary...

Sandy's new cat that peed in my mom's new car. No-one sits in the front seat anymore.

R playing Blitz while waiting in a swanky organic cafe. Our high score is something like 500 000, with one boost. Pretty sure this game is the sole reason why I want an iPhone...

Buckwheat pancakes in the aforementioned organic cafe.

Rose tea. Trust me, it tastes better than it looks.

I lost my macaron virginity, FINALLY. After seeing everyone post hipster photos of macarons everywhere, I thought 'seriously...are they that amazing that everyone has them for breakfast, lunch and dinner...'. So we went to Zumbo's and bought every single flavour. Quite an interesting experience to be passing around one macaron between 6 people so we could each take a miniscule bite. We all agreed that the gin and tonic one was absolutely ghastly.

A sweet message R left behind in my new room when I just moved up to Newcastle.

Breakfast staple: fresh cheese and tomato toastie. My sandwich press is probably among my top 3 most prized possessions.

BOOBIES.

Found this one random photo R took of me in Hunter Valley.

Now speaking of DATE...

Last wednesday R and I decided (ok, more I..you know boys) to go on a proper date, one where we dress up and go out and basically do anything other than vegetate at home in pajamas. The plan was to book and eat at a nice restaurant, watch Titanic 3D at IMAX and try macarons for the first time. I can tell you now that none of these things happened.

What DID happen though was this:

Got picked up at my house by R, late. Which is ok, more primping time. R complains of horrific traffic. Probably will be late for our dinner booking. That's ok, too. Proceed to drive at a glacial pace due to horrific traffic. Much swearing and rage ensues from R. We decide to take an alternative route to dodge the traffic for an extra...500 metres? All is swell until we crash.

By crash I mean we kissed the back of the car in front of us, and by kissed I mean pashed. Or maybe borderline assaulted. So there we were parked on the side of the road with R's parent's new car minorly dented in the front and the back of the other car majorly munted. Definitely missed dinner now.

Long story short, the couple in the other car were nice and cool, details were exchanged while I tottered precariously out to the middle of the road to retrieve bits of R's car that had fallen off. We continued on our date in silence.

Empty parking lot at 1am, after our date.

After eating dinner last minute at another restaurant, we dashed over to IMAX where we were told all tickets for Titanic were sold out for the next week. Decide to walk to another cinema to watch it. We walked for 30 minutes in freezing cold which was then accompanied by a freezing deluge of rain. Fortunately, the hellish burning in my hobbling feet from my heels was enough to keep me warm. It was also enough to keep us bickering all the way to the cinema, after which we sat down in our seats completely drenched and shitty with each other. That lasted for about 5 minutes. What can I say, popcorn solves everything.

The movie was fantastic. Keeping in mind that the last time I watched it I was probably 8 and not even mature enough to have the hots for Leo. Anyhow halfway through the movie, when Rose stares up at Jack from her descending lifeboat in slow-mo, I start to feel a bit weird. When she leapt off and ran towards Jack, and does the famous "YOU JUMP, I JUMP" thing, I couldn't take it. I completely lost it and sobbed uncontrollably. Out loud, in the middle of the cinema. And I couldn't stop.

Probably not one of my shining moments. But when I looked over at R, he was bawling too.

And THAT completely made my day.

R and I jumping around like the cool people we are on Surfer's Paradise beach, Gold Coast.

Exactly how a whole lot of sun, sand and water makes me feel!
P.S. HAPPY EASTER :)

Then we woke up early the next day, signed out and kept driving.