Our New Years... published five days late.

This is pretty much the only photo taken of me all night, i was running amuck, fun was to be had. Enjoy my embarrassingly huge widows peak and not very attractive scrunched up face. Oh and i was cooking a barbecue in my best '50s housewife apron!


Noone understands this photo. It's okay, because i don't either. I was scrolling through the photos and there is one exactly the same with our good friend ashley's foot?



Capturing a moment of insanity.



This would have to be my favourite photo of the night. Ashley has an application on his iphone which turns the camera flash into a strobe light, and this is what it looks like catpured on night mode with my nikon. Everyone's faces are priceeeeeleeeeesss!

We moved the coffee table from the middle of the room so we could have extra dance floor space. And James could not find those ciggarettes for hours.

Just after our barbecue feed. The BMW turned into a makeshift stereo!

~ Rhey.

New Year.

Tomorrow night is new year's eve. One more night of the year 2010. I can't end my dates with '10, say that 'i've only turned twenty this year, im not old!', tell of stories that happened this year and how i remember when. In a matter of seconds it is a whole new year. A new start.


2011 will be my year. It will be my oyster, my dreams and accomplishments. A twenty-one year old me, an adult.




my mantra

find variations of yourself in literature

meditate on small actions

put tiny moments in special places

immerse yourself in culture

run in the direction of your fears

amplify your desires

hug closer

believe in the magic of the moon

don't contain your love

sleep soundly

dance often, make it genuine

bubblebaths

make art, lot's of it

fall in love with tiny things, everything

sleepy skin

red eyes

no lies

just love



This will most likely mean nothing to any of you but this is who i aspire to be in the new year. The attributes i hope to add to my list of things 'about me'. Oh i cannot wait.

~ Rhey.