My kryptonite

So i nonchalantly tried to play it cool




So, maybe i should stop right here. Before it even has a chance to begin.

It's the last day of autumn. I'm bracing myself for what winter will bring with it.

Standing still

georgia grace

kevin

cassie

We meet at the lights...

I'm reminded of Sarah Mclachlan's I love you when i see this picture i took some nights ago. We meet at the lights, I stare for a while, the world around us disappears...
A perfect "lying on the bed with the lights off" kind of song.
My kind of song.

"I'm fine baby, how are you?"

Eight years ago, i sat in a literature class reading John Keats', 'Ode to Autumn' and thinking it Romantic and fanciful but just not cool. Oh, the irony.
Now, it seems as if i can't stop taking pictures of autumn and gazing admiringly at the falling orange leaves. My first autumn. Once in a while, as i'm walking around the city or the beach or even when i'm sitting in the kitchen having a biscuit and some coffee in the late afternoon (normal stuff, really), i am suddenly reminded of where i am. And it doesn't cease to amaze me, this reminder. I reckon i'm still going to be amazed two years down the road.
I never want to get used to all of this. I want everyday to feel like the first day of the rest of my life.

There's something about you now i can't quite figure out

About the boy:

1. He cut his hair and looks even better than before, if that's possible.
2. Jo (who's here in Sydney!!) thinks he's cute too.
3. He looks great in black. And green.
4. His eyes, i've decided, are grey-green. I could stare into them for hours. In fact, i must remind myself to look away.
5. He's a musician.
6. He has a lovely accent.
7. He loves children. I saw him interact with some kids and it was so natural that it bowled me over. I can't imagine liking anyone who doesn't love kids.
8. Our names start with the same letter.
9. He's a man of God.

I can't even go on. I'm usually such a sensible young woman. But this boy just does something to me. It's like my insides are ripped apart and then healed when i see him. I don't have butterflies in my tummy.
I have a vision of a full moon illuminating the darkness.




All of the things that I want to say
just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping inwards
you got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here

cause it's you and me and all of the people
with nothing to do
nothing to prove
and it's you and me and all of the people
and I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you
Lifehouse, You and Me

Stop me and steal my breath

Ah, autumn.
(The beauty of this world astounds me sometimes. Words fail me.)

You've got me tripping inward/ The distance

Every day that you pass my way, I wonder, I wonder about your life
What is your age, are you connected if so, does she treat you right
Now please, excuse me for being so forward
But I couldn't let this chance go by without lettin' you know I

I wonder, I wonder if you really knew, that I see God in you
And I wonder if you can see, how much you mean to me
I know you cannot read my mind, but I hope you feel my vibe
I think it's time I let you know that, I see the God in you

Every time that I see your face, I wonder, what lies beneath your smile
What are your dreams, what are your fears, what does your heart hold dear
I know, that you don't know me at all
But if you know yourself, well then you know me very well...

-India Arie, I see God in you

This song by India Arie and Lifehouse's You and Me have got my heart pitter-pattering. I'm glad the boy will never know how close i came to giving him a hug-from-behind on Sunday night. There he was, standing right in front of me and with the rain falling outside- oh, it was a scene straight out of a movie.
(Arnott's Tiny Teddy biscuits have also been making my heart beat a little faster- they're so yum.)

Some things change, some stay the same

How nice would it be to come home one day and find dinner cooked and waiting to be eaten, dishes washed and the house not in disarray? Many a times, i get home after a long day at uni or work and almost cry out in frustration when i realise that i have to spend the next half hour or so cooking. For myself. And that's probably the worst bit- having to prepare meals for one. Worth the effort or not? Well, i personally don't fancy eating out very often, and not merely because of the astronomical cost of meals in this city. As i cough out $15 for some penne in cream sauce (of course, it goes by some fancy, unpronouncable name that allows the restaurant to charge $15 for it), i think about the amount of groceries i can buy with that money, groceries that would make me meals for a week. But oh, how wonderful is it to go to a restaurant and have someone prepare your dinner for you? And OH, to have someone wash your dishes for you! Someone, please take me out. Soon.

Meanwhile, what should i have for dinner tonight?