Tuesday, 25 October 2016
My friends have been telling me for a while now that I need to write my stories down, mainly because they are so ridiculous. I often find people don’t believe they’re true, unless they really know me; and then their response is a ‘heads-in-the-hands, “I cannot stop cringeing”-type reaction.
See, I like a good drink – probably one of my main shortcomings or strengths, depending on your view of alcohol. I’m also very academically intelligent with very little common sense (or ‘street sense’ as some call it). On top of all this, I’m unusually clumsy, particularly for someone who spent 13 years dancing. All of this comes together to produce a very extroverted-introvert.
When it comes to the crazy stories of late, I don’t really know where to start. There are so many. Maybe I’ll commence with my most cringe-worthy tale of the last two weeks…
Sunday, 4 September 2016
First night here (and after 30 hours awake) I checked into my AirBNB and decided to walk up the road after showering off the plane filth. I stumbled across this bar called the Wayland on Avenue C in Alphabet City, East Village. It had a real old school, eclectic bar with a pub vibe. I sat down and had some drinks and a chat to the bartenders. They gave me some tips on some cool places. Then this guy Andre walked in who is friends with one of the bar staff. As soon as he heard I was Australian, he wanted to introduce me to his friends. We ended up chatting and hanging out. He lives in Chinatown. He then called up some of his friends who he thought would be interested in meeting me. His friend Meghana rocked up to meet me. Such an awesome chick. She was lovely!
I also made friends with the security guard Kenny Hughes. What a cutie - haha!
|Kenny, me and Andre - night 1! - Wayland Alphabet City|
Was so hungover and jet lagged the next day I met Janan for lunch at 3pm at Harry Capriani's on 5th Avenue. A certain billionaire pays for her to eat there, so we had these amazing Italian men serving us bellinis and delicious food and we paid nothing. I also met her lovely driver, who takes her around the city wherever she wants when she comes to visit.
I've come back completely different - a new person, new views and I think I might even be moving to NY in the next few months.
Sunday, 17 July 2016
Let me tell you a story about who I am right now. I’m scared, I’m self-conscious, I’m stressed all the time about the most insignificant things, but I’m also worried about very real, very significant things.
This depression comes and goes, but over the last few weeks it’s been very present. In fact. It’s been ever present. I don’t really understand why some people are able to live their life without this ghost, this dark shadow following them around, peeking from behind every corner. Maybe they don’t feel deeply enough or maybe they’re just lucky.
Compared to many others with this condition, I’m what you would call a ‘success story’ – yes, people who know what I’ve been like in the past actually refer to me as that. I smile, I have friends, I have a great family, I’m smart, I care about how I look, I’ve completed three degrees and I have a full time job at one of the biggest publishing companies in the world, but for some reason I still just feel like I’m treading water.
Thursday, 28 April 2016
I completed my accredited make up artistry course on the weekend, which was an absolute blast. I decided to study this so I can earn some extra cash on weekends doing bridal and formal make up. I learnt so much and the looks I recreated were phenomenal.
The instructor was also amazing. She has been a make up artist for 25 years and I learnt so much from her, however she makes her own products and something in these products clearly didn't agree with me.