one of many mysteries.

Mystery of mysteries
That you could love someone like me
In your hands eternity
And yet you have the time for me
A love so undeserved
You held nothing in reserve
Heaven played its symphony
I took your hand you rescued me

Grace like a river
Is flowing down
Is flowing down
How sweet the sound
Grace like a river
It's flowing down to me
Oh you're all around

Staring at my history
Was all alone and never free
The sands of time have let me see
Your faithful shadow next to me

A love so unreserved
I did nothing to deserve
Love so free but what's the cost
To carry this old rugged cross


Grace like a river
Is flowing down
Is flowing down
(How sweet the sound)
Grace like a river
It's flowing down to me
(Oh you're all around)

I love you, I thank you
I'm nothing, without your
Grace like a river

- delirious

cannot wait...

To see this movie tomorrow. I'm secretly going to imagine in my mind that Jack from Titanic didn't actually die, but this would be the sequel to his life together with Rose. Is that a bit silly?

cupcakes around the world

Once upon a time, there was a friday ritual. It was known as Afternoon Cupcake Time, where me and a few girls got together to venture into strange and unbeknown places to try delectable little (or possibly even large ones if we were in the mood) cupcakes. This ritual, sadly, has faded away, and I'm left suddenly, everytime I see a cupcake (or even a picture of one) with an intense desire to taste new and exciting flavours of cupcakes. Here I've found some cute little cupcakes originating from Berlin, Germany. Beautiful photography teamed with gorgeous cupcakes, who could ask for more?

(nb: my method of determining a good cupcake is measuring the icing to cupcake ratio. If it is similar, then it is good - very good.)

Berlin, Germany
Cupcake Berlin
Krossener Strasse 1210245
Berlin, Germany

I am enjoying...

looking through the current issue of Real Living Magazine. Find their website here, and their blog here. Being summer now in Australia, with temperatures averaging around 28-35 degrees (celsius), and with a freshly painted room, I'm scoping out new ways to decorate to match the season.

(I'm loving that paisly pink floral dress and those gorgeous
patterned pillows in the bottom picture!)

a piece of well-constructed poetry.

I believe in living.I believe in the spectrum of Beta days and Gamma people.I believe in sunshine.In windmills and waterfalls,tricycles and rocking chairs.And i believe that seeds grow into sprouts.And sprouts grow into trees.I believe in the magic of the hands.And in the wisdom of the eyes.I believe in rain and tears.And in the blood of infinity.I believe in life.And i have seen the death parade march through the torso of the earth,sculpting mud bodies in its path.I have seen the destruction of the daylight,and seen bloodthirsty maggots prayed to and saluted.I have seen the kind become the blind and the blind become the bind in one easy lesson.I have walked on cut glass.I have eaten crow and blunder bread and breathed the stench of indifference.I have been locking by the lawless.Handcuffed by the hater.Gagged by the greedy. And, if i know any thing at all,it's that a wall is just a wall and nothing more at all.It can be broken down.I believe in living.I believe in birth.I believe in the sweat of loveand in the fire of truth.And i believe that a lost ship,steered by tired, seasick sailors,can still be guided home to port.

* words by reststops.livejournal.com/
* image by Bueller via Poppytalk

pages from my journal

(1) mollini shoes and vintage purse (from fringe bar markets paddington) on my front porch.
(2) birthday flowers

a little trip to brazil

Last year (November 19th), me and my boyfriend jet setted to Sao Paulo Brazil for a grand total of 40 days. The experience, the places, the people, the colours, the food was unforgettable. And over the next few weeks, maybe months, I'll be penning my travels down on this blog as a permanent memory. It was, to say the least, one of the most amazing experiences of my life.











(1) Myself, Alberto, Dandara and Leo (Alberto's little brother and sister)
(2)Alberto & myself atop Atibaia's highest and biggest rock, Pedra Grande (which literally translates to: Big Rock)

after just a little while...

I'm back to blogging! Or might i say, after a long time. Nearly a year infact. But, the whole new feeling that a new year evokes, along with some amazing blogs I read daily, has inspired me to pick up blogging again. I've hit a creative snag in my life, abandoning my love for illustration, photography and art in general. Why? I'm not so sure, perhaps the fear of what I create or desire to create won't impress my hardest critic - myself. But it's 2009.
A new year, and I'm vowing to myself to not let another year slip by in my life where I don't pick up a pencil, or paintbrush, or camera. Life's too short right? So here goes.

*image by dazeychic