Weekends

I remember in school, there was so much yearn for the weekend...
as soon as it arrives - sunny days, playing out in the grounds, sleepovers, late nights with TV. 


I can imagine in a professional job, there's the same yearn for the weekend...
As soon as it arrives - sleep ins, walks in the park, BBQs in the yard, drinks and TV.


At uni - weekends are non existent. Can't tell end from start. 


haha. 

Toni don't call no more.

Toni, tanqueray and designer cucumbers :) 

thoughts of home...

...in the evening, after a lazy day at home; 
nothing on tv, internet's slow, even the dogs are bored...
lying in the lounge room- flooded in sunlight...
...wait...was that the gate?... of course it is.
next thing we see Mom's car come down the driveway, dogs chasing at the bumper...


...nothing like the sound of Mom's heels on the marble floors in the house,
with her comes the food, new buys, that motherly essence back in the home.
even though the TV shows don't get better and the net's still so slow, the whole house picks up pace.
We're all back in her room nagging and just hanging around her. 


...busyness and excitement is back...
...thats the effect of my Mom.


I miss you Mommy!!!!xx


ARGH i wanna go home soon!!!! 

.. now who holds the show will be Caesar

King of the hopeless will fall

We’re gonna knock down the walls

Sing in the Caesar with force

We’re gonna knock down these doors

HARRUMPh!

As soon as uni starts life will get less hectic.
For some reason subject coordinators reckon they can get us to conquer the galaxies over the 2 week holidays.

Hence the immense workload. and the dire lack of festivities.
harrrrumph!! >:-(

Cause 1 + 1 equals you and me darling

should be simple but we complicate it...

Mmmm

Caught the sun while we could. This spring has been deceiving. 

Fragments

The ability to look back at your past and see the glitches allows you to fix things for your future.

Its a great natural selection process for what to keep in your life. 

Looking back and ignoring what went wrong, leaves you nothing to fix.

You just continue on with cracks and shards as foundations.

❤Happy Birthday Mommy,

I love you. ❤

a new blank.

I took down a painting today,

and all that was left a square dust imprint of what used to be.



I may paint it over, or should i hang up another one.

Maybe i'll place a shelf against it, hide the mark its left on me.

I soak my fingers drenching them in the cool and smooth of the water.

drips of fresh, quenching the droughted surface of my skin, summer.

Thanking You for the rain.

That you let it pour.

with such weight.

heavily.

heavenly.