Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts

Tuesday, 11 September 2012

YOU CAN'T CHOOSE WHAT STAYS, AND WHAT FADES AWAY

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones that you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover



















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Monday, 13 August 2012

I'M OUTDOORSY IN THAT I LIKE TO GET DRUNK ON PATIOS

What a great and successful weekend! Saturday night I went to the Rooftop with a few friends and ended up running in to so many old faces and people I had known from years ago, or even met recently. It's always awesome to catch up with people you haven't seen in forever. Then we made our way down to my favourite place in Adelaide, Limbo! And yet again ran in to old friends! I love those successful nights. 

Then Sunday night I finally got to catch up with my friend Sophie. We are usually in every single uni class together, but this semester is a totally different story so we had to plan a catch-up and Sunday worked! We caught up at yet another favourite venue of mine, Botanic Bar and chatted away! Where I ran in to a work friend. One thing that is quite good about Adelaide is knowing everyone, and knowing where everyone is going to be, so at least you can catch-up with people if you wish. But! Still better things are yet to come and I cannot wait to be done with my study and off to bigger and better adventures, outside of Adelaide. Less than a year and a half away now. Countdown is on!

Ps. I missed the Olympic Closing Ceremony..... Dayum.




























Saturday, 11 August 2012

YOU'RE A VISION

Andrea, Runway is a fashion magazine, so an interest in fashion is crucial. 
What makes you think I'm not interested in fashion? 

There's a scale. One nod is good, two nods is very good. There's only be one actual smile on record and that was Tom Ford in 2001. If she doesn't like it she shakes her head. Then of course there's the pursing of the lips. Which means? ...Catastrophe.