A snipit from a conversation with Amrita...

"Just because there is no one better in your life doesn't mean you don't deserve better."

It's just a 'mocha' phase!

I've changed.
And not in a 'I-haven't-showered-in-two-days-and-I’m-finally-changing-into-a-new-set-of-clothes' kinda way.
My change is more subtle.
It is from within.
And I am just starting to notice it.

No longer can I define myself as a 'double-strength-skinny-cap' kinda gal.
Now I'm a 'mocha' lady.

I don't know what made me turn to the 'dark chocolate side'.
Maybe it's the sweet aftertaste, or maybe it's my desire for to be different.
But I couldn't deny it any longer.
I had to admit it.

I told my Mum the news last night. She cried.
I told my co-workers at the coffee shop. They said it is just a phase.

The only support I got was from my Step Dad. He congratulated me, and said he knew I'd eventually see the joy of a good mocha.

So now I sit at my computer. Rain pouring outside; mocha in hand. I put the warm chocolaty drink to my lips, and savor the taste.
It is a little piece of heaven.

And I think to myself....
"this isn't a phase, it's a lifestyle choice!"

RUBBiSH

Work is rubbish... but it gives me time to draw rubbish illustrations.

Nuff' said, Vee

If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older!

I have been manipulating photographs from my childhood over the past few weeks. After a lot of Photoshop, stacks of cutting and a bit of painting I have come up with this.
I love how the piece evokes both confusion and nostalgia from the viewer... and am looking forward to creating more when holidays begin!!!

For more twisted childhood photographs check out:
http://butyoucanbemyfriend.deviantart.com

“The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end”

Alex was my first real relationship. He was the first person I slept with. And the first person I fell in love with. I still adore him with all my heart and soul. He is kind hearted, generous, loyal, and gorgeous.

After a long shift at the coffee shop yesterday Alex picked me up from Spencer Street, and drove me home to Kew. That evening I tidied my room while Alex lay on my bed watching ‘Six Feet Under’. We barely talked, we didn’t need to. There was no awkward silence we just enjoyed each others company. Once my room was clean (quite a few hours later) we curled up on my bed and Alex held me. His embrace is still so familiar. We broke up two years ago, yet I still feel at home in his arms.

While the rest of the world slept we talked. We were honest and open. This isn’t something that comes easily to either of us. Part of the reason we broke up was our inability to communicate. Well, my inability to communicate. This has been a problem in all my relationships. It’s not because I am a deceitful or closed person. I just don’t want to say anything that will hurt the person I care about. I don’t want them to stop loving me.

Alex opened up to me about a relationship he had at the beginning of the year. He told how he still wanted to be with me, and how he is worried he will never find the same connection with someone else. He also asked me to tell him if there was any chance we would get back together.
I said there wasn’t.
As much as I knew I had to say it I didn’t want to. I know I have to let him move on, but part of me doesn’t want him to. Secretly I have always thought that in a few years (after I travel, set myself up as an artist and get a little more life experience) we would try again. I just am not ready to do that now. Things with Alex and I seem so final. I can see marriage, a big house in the suburbs and two point five children. It scares me. If we were to start dating again it would be forever. I couldn’t break his heart again.

The hard this is I know that in five years when I think I’ll be ready for my ‘happily ever after’ with Alex it will be too late. He will easily find a beautiful girl who will love him (and be too smart to ever let him go), and my opportunity will be gone.