As with many people who find themselves more important than anyone else seems to think, we created a blog. Love, Steven & Maryn.

However, I ran into one of my childhood friends today at the grocery store. We’ve been friends since I was five, and over the years we have drifted apart. We still get together every couple of months to catch up, but nothing too serious. She was home for the weekend before going back to classes (she still has a few years left of school). It was a short conversation but she totally made me feel comfortable about where I am in life. I told her about me moving home and not having a job yet. She asked what I wanted to with my life, and I answered honestly, I have no idea. I elaborated by saying that I did have a plan in January but I changed my mind because it wasn’t what I wanted to do anymore. She said with a laugh, oh my god I get that. What I’m studying right now is alright, but I don’t think it’s what I want to do. I can’t imagine having my life planned out by this point. That’s just too much pressure. 

With most people, they would be quite perturbed that I didn’t have my life picked out yet. It’s nice to have a conversation with someone who is in the same mind frame as me. I still have time to figure out my life. I still have more choices to make. Sure, living back at home with my parents sucks, but I still have my whole life ahead of me. And anyone who judges me, can take their opinions elsewhere because I don’t want to hear them.

This is my life, and I’m going to do what I damn well feel like. When I figure it out.

For tonight, this nursery rhyme keeps running through my head:

“Home again, home again, jiggity jig…”

It’s always nice to be away but always great to come back home, to sleep in your own bed, in your own home, surrounded by your own things – and to be blessed with falling asleep/waking up beside the one person you love most in the whole world… ‘Nite y’all!

Being hung over and not ready to study for the Philosophy SAC on Thursday? Well, I could keep on online trawling for formal shoes, so far I’m thinking these guys (http://www.tonybianco.com.au/aliyah-25066.html) but I can’t find them anywhere for a lower price and in a 7.5. Woe is me right? But I have my dress (http://www.biancaspender.com/SHOP/dresses_%7C_jumpsuits/135570.3500/Blaze-Silk-Satin-Parallel-Universe-Gown.html). Nothing else needs to be sorted, except my hair and make-up and bag. But I’m not so bothered by it. I’m beyond it.

Like, all these little things don’t bother me. Even the big things, like friends running away from home, dropping out, failing school, falling in love, falling out of love. jobs, drugs and exams. It’s like, yes. I appreciate the significance of your life, and everything that is happening. But right now I am so over my drama, that I can’t help but be sick of your drama too.

Nothing an happen apparently whenever we go out without some huge big drama.

Like last night, we organised to all have dinner together in China Town, and then B.D (I think I’d better start using initials, it’s less complicated) was obviously on a fasting day, that’s fine, but she was all sad about it because we were all eating. (silly bitch should have just fasted all day and eaten 50g of rice and 1/2 of vegetable stir fry (half a rice bowl of food) and jasmine tea all night. Only 150cal. Not difficult. I guess fasting is more of an endurance/attention thing for her rather than weight loss and control. Anyway, we left and she went home and half way through our drinking session in the yarra river park she calls up and says she’s at Gardenvalle station. So we have to drunkenly organise her a place to stay, where to meet us and we all have to go home.

It was supposed to be, “Yay the SAC weeks from hell are over lets eat chinese food and damage our livers!” Night. But it ended up being “Oh fuck, where’s B.D, and where can she sleep tonight?” Joyous. No, really.

She’s our friend and we look out for each other, but like, if you’re not willing to get and keep your shit together then why are you pushing the boundaries?

I don’t know, maybe I’m just too critical, or too angry. I should be thinking about something else, like my english work, or fucking philosophy. Eehhhhhhhhh fucking fuckity fuck fuck.

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Chimmercharlie is back from London (huzzah!)!

We just had a lovely dinner at Thai Express followed up by various desserts- healthy rice-y fruit-y thing for her (nyeh nyeh nyeehhh) and an oh-so-naughty chocolate ice cream for me (yeah... screw getting fit for Ladakh o.O).

It was quite eventful actually! We bumped into a few school pals and then- in a slightly more traumatic turn of events- watched a girl collapse SLAP into the pavement, having an epileptic fit.

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Just kidding.  I did say that this weekend I’d add a new line to my wedding resume.  But no one guessed that I was eloping. Wouldn’t that have been funny?  Well, except for my family and friends, I suppose.

No, I was not a bride this weekend.  I was a madrina.  The madrina de lazo, to be precise.  Roughly translated… the godmother of the lasso.

I have been in weddings.  And I’m a godmother to several people.  So why not put those together?

Seriously, though, I was very honored when Mariana and Ben asked me to be the godmother of the lasso at their wedding.  Why me, you might ask?  Not to mention … what the heck is a godmother of the lasso?

Well, this calls for a little story.

Three years ago, Mariana was my workstudy student at Aquinas.  But she was much more than that.  She became a dear friend.

During her time at Aquinas, she was asked to be in a photo shoot for a few promo shots for the college. And as she posed with Ben, a fellow Aquinas student, my friend Lauri (the director of communications at the time) and I noticed that they were both just so darn cute together…

They started dating soon after.

(Oh, and their picture still graces the wall outside the Admissions office.)

They dated for a few months before breaking up. Mariana ended up leaving Aquinas shortly after that, and our lives were so busy we didn’t hear much from each other.  I’d see her or her mom in passing, and we exchanged phone calls or texts every once and awhile– always saying “We have to do lunch sometime!”

One day last year, I received word that Ben was injured and was in kidney failure.  His prognosis was dire.

I didn’t know if Mariana was still in touch with him, but they had remained friends after the break-up, and I knew she would want to know that Ben was in critical condition.   So I texted her.

Life went on, Ben got better, and I didn’t think anything of that text.  I saw Mariana a few months later, but it was just in passing and we didn’t really get a chance to catch up. (“we have to do lunch sometime!”…)

The next time I heard from her… she was engaged to Ben.

What!?

Thank goodness for deathbeds and text messages, eh?

So in honor of me “lassoing” them, I got to lasso them today.  Um, something gets lost in translation. But you get the drift.  Rightly or wrongly, Ben and Mariana both say that I’m the reason they got back together (I like to think the Holy Spirit had something to do with it instead, but I’ll take some of the credit).  And so they asked me to be the madrina de lazo.

If you have ever been to a Hispanic wedding, you’ve probably seen the custom of the lazo.  A lazo (sometimes made of flowers, or rope, or rosary beads) is placed around the bride and groom after the vows.  Mariana and Ben used the same lazo Mariana’s sister used at her wedding, which is the same one their mother and their grandmother used at their weddings.

It was like a double rosary – two large loops were hooked together with a crucifix at the end.  After the vows and the exchange of coins (another Hispanic tradition), I stepped forward and put one loop over Ben’s head and one over Mariana’s.  I think there is supposed to be a special prayer, but Father didn’t have it on hand, and so he led the congregation in a Hail Mary in Spanish, which was perfect.  (Then I removed the lasso and returned to my seat.  I think it’s tradition to keep it on, but they had to walk around too much for that.)

I don’t think I’ve seen a bride and groom smile so much in my life.  The two of them already smile all the time… but today?  They were giddy.  I’m pretty sure I whacked Ben in the nose when I was putting the lasso over his head, but he wouldn’t have noticed if I would have knocked them both over.

The happy couple:

And Mariana with her madrina de lazo: 

Another line on my wedding resume complete.  I honestly thought I’d be cantoring at a wedding before I’d be a madrina.  Who knows what’s next?

This weekend has definitely been a busy one. I currently resemble a potato, lying on my bed writing this and feeling sorry for myself because I’m sick yet again. Friday night was my prom, which I will post about when I get my photos edited, and Saturday night was the Penshoppe show for the Philippines Fashion Week! I was lucky enough to get VIP tickets and it was actually the first fashion show I’ve ever been too. The show was all about street style – there was nothing crazy, which in a way I both did and didn’t like. It’s nice to see clothes on models that I would actually be comfortable wearing everyday, but at the same time I would have loved to see some really wacky outfits… fashion is an art as well as a practicality. I’m not complaining though – the atmosphere was great and it was a lovely little event to have gone to.

I’m really sorry for the bad quality photos i just couldn’t seem to get my shit together when the show started!

These are my two favorite looks, one male and one female:

I loved the printed jeans in the first look, I’m crazy about print and floral so it was kind of meant for me. I also thought the shape of the top and the way the material draped was really pretty, although I wasn’t too keen on the color – there was too much tan in the outfit with both the shoes and the top for my liking.

Okay I’ll admit – the second picture wasn’t so much my favorite look as my favorite model. Unff, look at that body.

In terms of my own outfit, I decided to go with earthy tones and of course, what outfit of mine would be complete without some print! The shorts are form Zara, although they’re from a pretty old collection so they won’t be selling anymore. These are a favorite of mine – they’re such a light material and the print itself is to die for. The top is from topshop, you may well have seen it before, and I loved the way the camo green went with the green in the shorts. Shoes are my beloved JC Foxys, which are tragically too big for me so they don’t get all that much wear. Clutch is from f21, it’s the one I’m always using – it went with the shoes and it’s just such a nice, simple design.

My makeup was about as minimalist as I get. I skipped the foundation, lips and mascara and all i wore was liquid eyeliner and some drawn on brows. Not sure whether that was because I didn’t have much time or I just couldn’t be bothered. Oops. And here’s the lovely lady I went with – Jennica got the tickets and was nice enough to invite me so props to her, thanks for a great night!The models at the end of the show:

Hope you guys liked this, I know I did and again, apologies for the photos.

Georgia xx

I had tremendous success with this method over the past year, and know that if I want to see real results in my life and have a good time achieving them, I need to write them down and frequently revisit them.

Here are the things that I’ve decided I’d like to focus on:

• Spend time with my family and boyfriend
• Make time for fitness
• Perform well at my internships
• Remain relatively stress free
• Eat moderately
• Visit friends from back home
• Stay in touch with friends from college
• Lose 10 pounds
• Volunteer
• Spend money carefully
• Just keep running
• Stay motivated

While I do intend to do things like visit Hershey Park, I want to make sure that I’m taking care of myself on the personal level first, and I think it starts by attending to these main goals. A lot of my goals have to deal with my health, but I think that it’s important to focus on it while I won’t have the overwhelming influence of work and school in my life.

Since I intend for weight loss/exercise/maintaining a healthy lifestyle to take up a good portion of my summer, I think it’d only be fair to devote a whole new blog to the topic. I have a clear focus with Living the Life and don’t want to diverge from all around well living by focusing too heavily on health. So, I’ve begun a new blog called Happiness Through Health that I’m going to be posting to as well. Feel free to check it out or completely ignore this information.