Thursday, March 31, 2011
Alice in Wonderland
Looking forward to the weekend
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Mother's Day, UK
Such a great day!
Monday, March 28, 2011
British Census 2011
Good riddance to bad rubbish
Music brings the world together
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Mixed
Why I love babysitting
Friday, March 25, 2011
After a long week
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
“We cannot change our past. We can not change the fact that people act in a certain way. We can not change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude.”
23/March/2011
West Stow - 21st March 2011
Glebe's got talent/Comic relief/Red nose day. 18th March 2011
Science Show - 17th March 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Wells, Sheringham & Holkham
Thursday, March 17, 2011
St Patrick's Day
Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Be the person you wanna find, don't be a nickel out here lookin' for a dime.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
And finally, a chill weekend
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Secret diary of a call girl, S01E08
That's the thing. In London, you can keep secrets, you can be anonymous. You can be whoever you want. But as long as one person knows you entirely, and loves you still-- It's the best place in the world.
Vulnerable to technology and communications
Friday, March 11, 2011
It's not always just about fun..
Tsunami watch
Thursday, March 10, 2011
What happened to the...
I was shooting a scene in my new film, No Strings Attached, in which I say to Natalie Portman,
“If you miss me. you can’t text, you can’t email, you can’t post it on my Facebook wall. If you really miss me, you come and see me.”
I began to think of all of the billions of intimate exchanges sent daily via fingers and screens, bouncing between satellites and servers. With all this texting, emailing, and social networking, I started wondering, are we all becoming so in touch with one another that we are in danger of losing touch?
It used to be that boy met girl and they exchanged phone numbers. Anticipation built. They imagined the entire relationship before a call ever happened. The phone rang. Hearts pounded. “Hello?” Followed by a conversation that lasted two hours but felt like two minutes and would be examined with friends for two weeks. If all went well, a date was arranged. That was then.
Now we exchange numbers but text instead of calling because it mitigates the risks of early failure and eliminates those deafening moments of silence. Now anticipation builds. Bdoop. “It was NICE meeting u” Both sides overanalyze every word. We talk to a friend, an impromptu Cyrano: “He wrote nice in all caps. What does that mean? What do I write back?” Then we write a response and delete it 10 times before sending a message that will appear 2 care, but not 2 much. If all goes well, a date will be arranged.
Whether you like it or not, the digital age has produced a new format for modern romance, and natural selection may be favoring the quick-thumbed quip peddler over the confident, ice-breaking alpha male. Or maybe we are hiding behind the cloak of digital text and spell-check to present superior versions of ourselves while using these less intimate forms of communication to accelerate the courting process. So what’s it really good for?
There is some argument about who actually invented text messaging, but I think it’s safe to say it was a man. Multiple studies have shown that the average man uses about half as many words per day as women, thus text messaging. It eliminates hellos and goodbyes and cuts right to the chase. Now, if that’s not male behavior, I don’t know what is. It’s also great for passing notes. there is something fun about sharing secrets with your date while in the company of others. think of texting as a modern whisper in your lover’s car.
Sending sweet nothings on Twitter or Facebook is also fun. in some ways, it’s no different than sending flowers to the office: You are declaring your love for everyone to see. Who doesn’t like to be publicly adored. Just remember that what you post is out there and there’s some stuff you can’t un-see. But the reality is that we communicate with every part of our being, and there are times when we must use it all. When someone needs us, he or she needs all of us. There’s no text that can replace a loving touch when someone we love is hurting.
We haven’t lost romance in the digital age, but we may be neglecting it. In doing so, antiquated art forms are taking on new importance. The power of a hand-written letter is greater than ever. It’s personal and deliberate means more than an email or text ever will. It has a unique scent. It requires deciphering. But, most important, it’s flawed There are errors in handwriting, punctuation, grammar, and spelling that show our vulnerability. And vulnerability is the essence of romance. It’s the art of being uncalculated, the willingness to look foolish, the courage to say,
“This is me, and I’m interested in you enough to show you my flaws with the hope that you may embrace me for all that I am but, more importantly, all that I am not.”
- Ashton Kutcher (Source)
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Holidays
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
There's always gonna be another mountain, and I'm always gonna wanna make it move
Signed, sealed, delivered
Monday, March 7, 2011
Flights, accommodation, tours AND TIMING
Sunday, March 6, 2011
19/FEB/2011 Photos
Weird bottles of Fanta.
Big Ben is actually a nickname for "Clock tower of St Stephens"
Myself, inside the Mariott Hotel waiting to get picked up to go to the tour.
Myself, outside Windsor Castle, which was where the Queen was staying on that day.
Myself, Windsor Castle.
Myself, outside Stonehenge.
Dane and myself with the Romans, in Bath.
I absolutely love these Roman Baths! And yes, they were actual hot spings!
I literally feel in love with the architecture of this old gregorian city!
Dane and myself outside Bath Abbey.
Self explanatory.
The Ritz Hotel, London. This is found just outside Green Park tube station. It is also known as the most expensive to buy on the board game - Monopoly.
Dane and I had pizza for dinner, so nope, not everything in this photo went into my tummy. ahhaha
Just around Piccadilly.
Rippleys Believe it or not - the museum.
My knight in shining armour.
'Be careful girls, that knight in shining armour may just be a jerk in tin foil'
Dane and I with our awesome car!
Chinese New Year was still being celebrated in China Town, London. It was literally a town, not just a street (like Sydney).
Just outside the National Art Gallery!
My new London Hoodie
Silk Road Restaurant
Unwritten
Staring at the blank page before you, open up the dirty window, let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find.. Reaching for something in the distance so close you can almost taste it, release your inhibitions, feel the rain on your skin. No one else can feel it for you. Only you can let it in. No one else, no one else can speak the words on your lips. Drench yourself in words unspoken. Live your life with arms wide open. Today is where your book begins. The rest is still unwritten.. - Natasha Bedingfield
Saturday, March 5, 2011
just a quick update
Friday, March 4, 2011
Bit out of it
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Contemplating just a little..










