Admittedly I’ve had a great run with my skin. Because it’s naturally dry, I hardly ever have break outs. On the odd occasion I do, it’ll be one or two tiny pimples with a narrow sea of red surrounding them. While living in warm and sunny Perth, my dry skin was ridiculously low maintenance. But since moving to Melbourne’s chillier climate, it’s copped a beating. I’m talking dry, flakey texture, clutters of pimples and red blotches that spread across my cheeks and chin to make it look like some kind of alternative beard. Safe to say, it’s been a nightmare.
For anyone who knows me, it’s been no secret that I’ve wanted to move my life back to my birth-state, Victoria. While I’ve grown up in Western Australia’s chilled out coastal lifestyle, I’ve also grown out of it. Over the last seven or so years, I’ve dreamt of exploring the urban, concrete jungles. While New York was always the big dream, I knew that one day I would return to my roots in Melbourne. Moving interstate or overseas was always in my five-year plan. But things changed when Kyal came into my life.
7th June 2016
When I woke, I knew. There was no mind fog, no dream dawdling into day. Reality hit me before consciousness did. That today was deployment day. That by the time the sun melted into the sea, Kyal would be on a ship, chasing it across the Indian Ocean.
The bed squeaked as we stirred and shuffled closer to each other. I lifted my back. He extended his left arm. Our morning embraces were like clockwork, and while our brains knew our routine would be disrupted, our bodies denied reality.
Seeing as I’d never been to Vietnam before, the chaotic capital of Ho Chi Minh caught me off guard as Kyal and I exited the airport. I knew Saigon — the city’s former name — was full of hustle and bustle. Kyal had told me. Lonely Planet had told me. Any and every other travel guide had told me. But when the taxi drivers swarmed towards us, I truly understood what everyone meant.
The city is racing in fifth gear while I’m dawdling in second. Well, not literally. Because of the high population, congestion is insane but also mesmerising. The streets are organised chaos: pedal bikes, scooters, trucks, cars, tourist buses, local buses and pedestrians weave together. No hassle, no fuss. Just a quick honk of the horn to let people know you’re present.
To find the best eateries in Perth, you need explore deeper into the suburbs and search for a corner cafe. Every suburb has one: Mount Pleasant has Coco Belle while West Leederville has Hylin. In Bicton, they have Little Stove (not to be confused with Shenton Park’s The Little Pantry). Seeing as I used to work five minutes away from this charming café, I know how popular it is with the locals. Often their sofas and dinning chairs are packed, either with patrons dining in or regulars stopping in for their takeaway coffee.Read More »
In 2014, when it was time to jazz up our home after our year-long renovation, there was one element of my room that I was particularly eager for: my desk. Over the last seven years, my bedroom hasn’t simply been “my bedroom”. It’s been my study quarters and, more recently, my office space. Trying to find a balance between bedroom, office, storage and library hasn’t been easy over the years. It felt like every few days I was cleaning up the scatter across my desk or re-filing documents. No matter how many times I stored away books and journals, they always seemed to stack up and cop an elbow. But despite the frustration and the restorations I’ve endured, it’s still my little sanctuary.
The Golden Triangle is known for a lot of things. Many prestigious Western Australia’s secondary schools are located somewhere within the GT. As a result, some of the over-rated, superficial and sanctimonious individuals can often be found on Daddy’s yacht somewhere on the Swan River, or partaking in their weekly shop at Claremont Quarters. But what’s of particular relevance to me, is the GT’s abundance of incredible eateries. Being a South of the River gal, I don’t get to enjoy them on a regular basis, but when I do I am never disappointed. This time around it was The Little Pantry in Shenton Park.
If you fail to plan, you plan to fail.
— Benjamin Franklin
I’ve been planning and organising for as long as I can remember. During the days of university, you’d always find me running off three types of planners with everything colour coordinated and highlighted. It sounds crazy — almost unhealthy — but it helped me keep on top of my work, academic and personal responsibilities. In retrospect, I don’t think there’s ever been a time where I haven’t had a planner to work off, so when I meet people who live their days by the improvised schedule in their own head I’m bewildered.
There’s no harm in living life without a planner. Sometimes the best things in life happen unscheduled. But from personal experience, I find I achieve a lot more by organising my days, weeks and months way in advance. So, without further ado, here’s a bunch of motivating and stylish planners that’ll make sorting your life out a breeze.
If there’s warm sunshine on a Sunday in Fremantle, I can guarantee you that South Terrace will be swarming with bike riders and dog walkers heading to and fro from South Beach. Chuck in some grumbling tummies that are ready for a decent breakfast, and Fremantle comes alive on weekend mornings.
After the trauma of Honours, I decided to have a hiatus from writing for a few months and just enjoy the present. Now that my life’s in full swing again — I’m job hunting, blogging, creating habits for a health lifestyle plus fitting in a casual job — it’s time for me to resume my one true passion: creative writing. For me, it feels like it’s been ages. For the first time in two years I am returning to my favourite fictional world, trying to do it justice. So far though, I feel like I’m letting it down and as a result, I am losing my enthusiasm to write.
This isn’t uncommon, and happens to all types of writers. Sometimes the lack of enthusiasm is temporary, maybe an hour or so. Sometimes it can last days or even a couple of weeks. In unfortunate cases, it can last months. Regardless of the duration, my understanding is that it’s a natural part of the writing process, and rather than just waiting for enthusiasm to strike again, it’s better that you seek it out. That being said, here are my top 10 favourite ways to kick-start my enthusiasm to write.