DAY 81: JEFF…

I was seventeen when I was first introduced to Jeff Buckley. An older, cooler, dude from the cafe I worked in on weekends would lend me stacks of CD’s, of music he thought I should know. One day he he handed me an album with a pretty faced young guy on the front, wearing a…

DAY 46: HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL…

Tonight I went to a high school production of the musical Chicago. It got me feeling incredibly misty-eyed and nostalgic for my own school musical days. Suddenly feeling very old as I realised that these kids on stage weren’t even born when it was my turn.  But looking at them, it was like I was…

DAY 42: MY TAROT CARDS…

They say that you should never buy your own set of tarot cards, that they should always be gifted to you.  Well, if that’s the first rule of tarot, then I broke it right away.  I was fifteen and had spent a good 6 months circling Scorpio Books, in our old-CBD, hesitantly peering into their…

DAY 25: DIET (VOL.2)…

CONTENT WARNING: WEIGHT LOSS, DIETS, EATING DISORDERS My second diet was when I was Sixteen. It was the school holidays. One afternoon I stepped out of my bedroom, during the ad break in Sally Jessy Raphael, into the bathroom and for some unknown, and random, reason decided to step onto the scales for the first…

Day 2: Arms…

The gold and silver bibles, belonging to my Mother, have been smuggled into my teenage room like contraband. Here I hold the guidebooks for my impending adulthood; success, love, wealth, beauty and the kind of sex that you’d imagine Fox Mulder having: Trinny and Susannah’s What Not to Wear Volume 1 and 2.  Fifteen year…