The Euphora and Eulogy of a Long Distance Relationship

So it’s currently 3:12am, I went to bed at 12:00am. The darkness of this room cannot ease my restless mind, the gradual, predictable, annoyance of ticking from my wall clock does no justice to the buzzing that’s going on in my head. I was hoping to get some shut-eye before being rudely awakened by my alarm at 6:00am, but the vision of waking up at some (normally) non-ridiculous time of 8:00am (and miss his flight arriving) haunts me. And thus, my mind does the opposite of sleeping and insists I stay awake through the whole ordeal.

Trust me, I tried falling back into peaceful sleep. Covered in the warmth of these blankets, but everytime I do, I see him. In my minds eye, it happens over and over. A Groundhog Day of a memory, his incredible face, the smile of an angel, the rapid and urgent rattle of suitcase against tile, awkward strides closing the meagre space that keeps us apart.

Then, the warmth that spreads from his arms around me, as I find the space where my face fits onto the crook of his neck.

We stay there, we remain like that. In eachother’s arms. Obvilious to everyone’s glares or glances. I can’t let him go, I feel the heat and sweat on my own skin spread. I don’t care, in that moment I never want it to end.
Sound familiar?

It’s all in the struggle of the long distance relationship. 

I’ve known him for a little over 7 months, the first time I met him was April this year, when I travelled to Auckland for 5 days in the break of my University mid semester (I was supposed to be studying, hah)

And those magical 5 days went much too quickly, as soon as I had arrived it seemed as if I was headed homebound.

Time does no favours, nor makes considerations for need or want.

He simply sits at his grand table, observing the world through dark spectacles. Countless souls ask for it to speed up, slow down for more or less. But, like a tight lipped pensioner, he is stoic to the pleas; hording the time he has at his disposal. Time is time, or it is up. There is no fast forward or rewind.

So in the silence of this night, I  gingerly wait. Wait for the sun to make his gradual dance across the sky and at the first notion of daylight, I’ll be a vassal to the rushing of my own heartbeat. Soon the world will wake, and the kookaburras will laugh at the silliness of their song. The lorikeets’ call will fill the dawn with vibrance whilst the magpie’s melody will provide the body and form of an incredible few weeks to come.


baeeee ❤



Does Chemistry determine  your relationships? (Identity Challenge)

Hello fellow Blogreader!

The aim of this post is to ‘Identify’ your audience. And what better way to ‘identify’ than to write something that would appeal to my own Identity! 

No one knows you better than yourself…  I for one, always found the topic of personalities extremely intriguing.

Countless people have said around and about me throughout my lifetime;

‘WHAT, you’re only x years old?!’


‘You’re actually very wise for your age’

So what was I like as a kid?

During the early years of school, when peers of my age were out tagging buildings and throwing eggs at Halloween…. 

I was sitting at home, or out in the garden collecting grasshoppers and climbing trees. For every wall I successfully climbed, I must have fallen down twice to make up for it. (And I still have the scars to prove it!)

Skipping school was the next behavior that seemed to dominate the minds of the ‘cool kids’. 

Not to mention engaging in some form of unspoken play-plague where girls and boys were considered something not dissimilar from hideous diseases  to one another.

Touching a member of the opposite sex (unintentionally or otherwise) would raise siren-like wails of ‘ewwwww cooties!’.

I (still) don’t understand the concept. But then again; I was the one eating food that had fallen to the ground. 

I still do. 

Guilty as charged.

Then came the awkward highschool years… oh boy.

Year 9 was quite possibly the worst year of my life (considered a Sophomore in the US.) You Americans and your strange language conventions *shakes head*.

 I don’t quite know what it was, perhaps the flood of estrogens, growth hormone and testosterone of the general population in grade 9, that made everyone downright pains in the ass.tumblr_lqd3pqUp8X1r21mbao1_500 Everyone was too busy caring about the length of their skirts and the number of abdominal muscles they could get on their obliques- to even consider the trials and tribulations of others. It was around this time that I started reading, alot.

HighSchool to me was filled with (sigh) cliques, the goths, the nerds (this is where I fit in), the jocks, the smartasses, the people that were so good looking that it hurt (the worst part was, it wasn’t Twilight. It was real life). 

Year 9 was the year I was trying to find mine, I was drifting from place to place and never fit in. When that fateful day came where I sat with my fellow nerds (yes, I’m proud to own it) It just felt…. right. Like I was comfortable here, I liked what they spoke about and what they stood for, like a game of Tetris….. It just…. fit right (And I’ve never regretted it! It’s thanks to them that I’m in University!)

Flash forward to now ,where it’s no longer about avoiding the opposite sex, but rather about getting as many sexual partners as possible in the limited time where drunken consciousness predominates over rational thought. 

Observe, the fascinating behavior of the usually timid male, who, after one or two (or three or four) beverages has attained this whole new persona. Watch as he goes through the several,(rather repetitive)processes of interaction, buying of drinks, offering them to his target (and target’s friends), watch as he singles out a particular prey, witness the awkward dancing and an attempt of a ‘hook up’ with his chosen target. 

Watch him fail.penguifall

….and return to the bar, asking the bartender for another round, whence he repeats the cycle all over again.

Reflecting back,I found this somewhat ‘chemical’ process of the something-teen fascinating, and how we classify ourselves to others, how others classify us. It began simply as a mutually exclusive group; Girls were girls, Boys were boys, they both had germs and were to never mingle. 

Introduce hormones into the Venn diagram and BAM you have cliques, comparisons, hook-ups and experimentation, blurring the lines between socially acceptable and downright disgraceful. Add the legal (or illegal) effects of drugs such as alcohol as a catalyst and you speed up these reactions and interactions tenfold.

I often have these thoughts, these comparisons….

Do you, or did you; have a group that you fit into? Do you still follow in the footsteps of your clique? Are you still looking for yours? Take a look at your friends, do you notice a similarity between them? Maybe not. 

Though I do guarantee that there is a person or persons out there.You’ll find someone and share that perfect chemistry, just give it time.

Konnichiwa, Hello and Hola!

Hi guys so as part of the #Blogging101 challenge, I’m posting a super quick blog on what I like, what I hope to do with my blog and the type of person I am 🙂

I started my blog just shy of three months ago, and I’m (still) completely new to the whole concept!

If you’re anything like me, and you check out COUNTLESS themes available on WordPress and proceed to try them all out, become really indecisive with your choice when you see someone else’s blog, change your theme again and again until you decide that your initial choice was the best. Repeat repeat repeat… You might get an insight into my (selectively OCD mind)

So, with the small talk out of the way; Hi my name is Anna. I’m a 19 year old University student, based in Australia. I was born here, but also love the culture and food of the Japanese lifestyle. 

My mother is Japanese and my father,  English, so I have had quite the experience growing up in a multicultural family. Both parents however, do love traveling to the far reaches of the globe, and in my short life; I’ve been so lucky to have the opportunity of visiting places like Egypt,

found a camel
I actually went to Egypt guys…. not the Mini golf version, I swear. 
Europe, Japan, Hawaii and New Zealand (to name a few)

I also just ran my first marathon yesterday (The Gold Coast Marathon) with my University team, so I guess you could say that I really value fitness and health! 

marathon before 20 years old? challenge completed!
 Coincidentally, I’m currently studying a Allied Health course in Nutrition and Dietetics (it’s possibly one of my greatest passions in life), I run 10kms a day and try hard to balance social, relationship and educational life, with a little bit of travelling mixed in there!

What do I want to get out of this blog? 

I guess, just the chance to share my memories and experiences! If you have any questions at all, please feel free to drop me an email.

That’s all for now, I have so many life experiences that I want to share with you guys! So please, stay tuned….. Oh another thing, please don’t take anything I say seriously, this blog, whilst it has some facts and figures…. It’s mostly the byproduct of my short bursts of inspiration interlaced with truth, opinion, humor and madness.

Stay awesome, and thanks for taking time out to read this!