2 Months In: Finding Home in Melbourne.
2 months ago, I moved to Melbourne. And 2 months ago, I experienced my first feeling of home. Since then, I've experienced the good and the bad of finding home in a new city. Here's the reality of things; some would say, an expansion on the Instagram highlights.
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REALITY CHECKS
7 Reasons Your Body is not a Temple
So.. what are you doing with your life?
5 WAYS TO LIVE THE LIFE YOU’VE IMAGINED NOW.
Because there's no reason we should be living a lesser life. Remove the term "idealistic" from your vocabulary and doors will open. Here's 5 ways to live the life you've imagined NOW.
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NZFW // Parties, Problems & Pick-Me-Ups.
MBFW DAY TWO // 3.30am Wake-Ups, Nip-Slips and Anna Quan.
#MBFW: THE SECRETS OF PREPARATION.
Interviewing my 2017 self
Because when it comes down to it, my 2017 self has a lot to answer for. Here's the story of how she's making it into 2018. Warning: You may just find yourself asking similar questions.
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Not Coachella (Day 1)
7 Reasons Your Body is not a Temple
I took my first holiday for nearly 2 years. Here’s what happened.
Unhappiness: Is it Sam Smith’s fault?
The other day I was listening to Sam Smith’s, “Too Good at Good Byes”, and weird as it sounds, placing myself in his heartbreak. Ironically, all my relationships have ended somewhat amicably, and even more importantly, I’m in a happy one at the present. It made me wonder: why did it feel so good to pretend I knew Smith’s pain? Was it the gospel choir that chimes in mid-way? Or something much deeper than this? I know what you’re thinking: what’s deeper than a gospel choir, right? Well, it turns out there is one such thing. Another…
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NZFW // Parties, Problems & Pick-Me-Ups.
Dressing for Success: The Dos and Donts
So you think you’re above NZFW?
Day in the Life of a Social Media Manager
It’s one of those rare, calm days here in Wellington city. I’ve taken to the waterfront, as I often do, for a little break from my laptop screen. It’s Monday. It’s the 18th of September. Like the bay, I am content. As I wander, Siri documents my words. I look odd to the scattering of people whom I pass and yet, it doesn’t faze me. It is far more satisfying to adjourn with fresh air than it is with a blank Pages document. Fortunately I talk much the way I write anyway. More than talking, I find…
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5 STEPS TO GETTING BACK INTO ROUTINE.
“There’s a lot I don’t relate to about fashion.”
NZFW DAY ONE: SEEN AND LIKED
So.. what are you doing with your life?
It is on two occasions – both at family dinner and in midst of NZFW – that I’ve found life tends to raise a hand with its most frequently asked question. So what exactly are you planning to do with me, it asks. Well, not in so many words. Like many a doubts it has, it projects this one by way of intrigued (otherwise, arguably snide) individuals. “So where are you taking this?”, they ask, never not sending me into a haze of self-questioning: Should I know? Wait, what is it I want to do…
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NZFW DAY ONE: SEEN AND LIKED
Behind Modern Manners
REALITY CHECKS
NZFW // Weddings, Wynn Hamlyn and that’s a Wrap.
To the absolute pleasure of some, NZFW has finally closed its curtains for 2017. A friend had announced some wise words earlier in the week, “come Friday and I really don’t want to be here”, as if to predict the way I too would feel by close. I was sore from too much sitting and uncomfortable from too much standing. My SIM card was and does remain galore with content of which I am progressively losing the brain capacity to curate. That’s right, I’m asking for your pity. But even more so, for a breathe of fresh air, a break…
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STRONGER
FORGET WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT HOTELS: THIS IS THE COLLECTIONIST.
5 things I WISH I did to combat stress.
The Power of Opinion
I remember sitting in my writing class several years back with a very clear aspiration. Every few days, we would head up to the library and I would loan from them magazines like Time. Its feature writers and columnists, to me, wrote with such an attractive eloquence; I sought to scramble my words as wisely. I did not care so much for current affairs, as I did quite simply, for shit that mattered. Time injected true significance into modern-day media works. It was one of the few mediums appearing to do so. I moved down to Wellington and…
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FORGET WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT HOTELS: THIS IS THE COLLECTIONIST.
The Plainest Clarity
From Me to You: A Letter I Never Sent.
7 Reasons Your Body is not a Temple
temple ˈtɛmp(ə)l/ noun a building devoted to the worship of a god or gods. 1. Temples are constructed with certainty and permanence. You and your body are in constant construction. Each day you consume a mouthful or take a breathe; move a step or walk a mile, your body is being constructed. Your age is a mere representation of this work. Our initial build speaks so little for the way we will one day be constructed. To demand that our bodies be something they are yet not, is like asking whisky to mature at a faster rate.…
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BEING THANKFUL MATTERS
STRONGER
FORGET WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT HOTELS: THIS IS THE COLLECTIONIST.
From Me to You: A Letter I Never Sent.
(To accompany my words..) As I write this, it’s 9pm. It’s a Tuesday evening and I feel alert. Just a day from now, I’ll board a plane. For what has felt like far too long, I will go further than the mere hour to Auckland. A few more, to Fiji. Do you remember the time I ventured? Across the sea for bronzed skin and unremitting days. For kindness and for love. Do you remember?! Oh, friends, I do! It feels just a moment ago and yet, all the same it is a year I never did live.…
