a little while ago I went through this delicate phase, being in love with Tchaichovsky. In June for my birthday, my Grandma is taking me to me to see Graeme Murphy's the Nutcracker.

as yarraville has grown even more charming in these past few years, I have become increasingly delighted and proud of my little home town. suddenly we have a collection of little italian resturants and cafes, an organic fruit shop, the sun theatre, tiny bookshops, lingerie stores and old marita's jewelery store. of late I have been spending my time in lovely HausFrau.

when people ask what music I listen to I never can reply. the answer alludes me. I don't know where to begin.

I guess I feel lonely. I don't know where I belong. I have friends but none that are like me, none that I like. none that think for themselves. lately I'm more quiet than usual. and I don't mind. its what keeps me going. I'm waiting for winter.

I completely adore Beirut.

this is a photo I took of my best friend, taken at my mad hatter's tea party last june. Missing her dreadfully (she is on her gap year) I have decided to post it, she is everything I love and more.

these girls remind me of me. a very sweet band. the film clip captures everything I adore about novelty and childish enthusiasm, and the reason I want to be living overseas- so I can have those woods to wander under.

stumbling upon a Jane's 'Pure Blog', now has turned into one of those cycles of patience. finding that she writes a new post about every two weeks I subconciously alse time fomyself of when to check r a new post. this small delight always adds to brightening my day. I have read every one of her posts now, even borrowing some of her beautiful photographs to draw in my botanical study of flora for art.

this film is my favourite at the moment. everytime I think of seeing/hiring out a film I compare it to this one. and nothing is as good. though nothing really happens throughout the entire film, there is this unusual naturality about it, which captures those intricacies of life. Inspired by Albert Lamorisse's, children's classic THE RED BALLOON (1956)a short in which a young boy, played by his son, makes friends with a red balloon - THE FLIGHT OF THE RED BALLOON is about a struggling single mother (Juliet Binoche) living in Paris, doing her best to raise her seven-year-old son, Simon (Simon Iteanu), while preparing her latest puppet show. the lighting and performance is exquisite. and I catch myself dreaming of france.