Pippi Longstocking.

I think Pippi Longstocking was onto something here! This is her theme song, the song that best describes her..

Freedom calls
Pippi runs
The girl who never heard she couldn't do something
Watch out world 
Cause here she comes
And shes bound to teach you more then one thing
Pippi Longstocking is comin' into your town
The one no one can keep down
No No No No
The one who's fun to be around
Whoa! Whoa!
Pippi Longstocking is comin' into your world
A freckled faced red haired girl you ought to know
She'll throw your life into her world

She dreams dreams like me and you
And yes, it seems that she always makes her dreams come true
She loves trees and roaring seas 
And the mountains please her more than toys do
Pippi Longstocking is comin' into your town
The one no one can keep down
No No No No
The one who's fun to be around
Whoa! Whoa!
Pippi Longstocking is comin' into your world
A freckled faced red haired girl you ought to know
She'll throw your life her world

Warmth hits the heart.

She saw the chance. She decided to take it. Without another thought in her head, she jumped on the motorbike and took the spare helmet that this handsome stranger offered her. 

As she rode away from situation that had plagued her for hours, the frustrations, the tension and the fright began to wear off. She was free. The fresh breeze was blowing against her skin and after spending all day on the beach in the sun, the cool breeze was a welcoming change. She wasn't cold inside anymore. The sun was beginning to set at 9 that night. The sight was indescribable. The colours that were used to paint this perfect sunset could never be re-created. She smiled. Even though the sun was setting, she felt like it was warming her up from the inside out. It gave her hope that another one of these sunsets were possible. That, surely, this wasn't the only one of it's kind. 

The handsome stranger begun to interrupt her thoughts with polite conversation. She answered as best she could, as there was a slight language barrier. Who would have thought that this ending were possible? With the arrival at her destination, a quick but grateful kiss was given and she turned to run back into the arms of reality. Not before one last glance was given to the perfect stranger, who was watching her leave with disappointment, never to be seen or heard from again.

Raquel Zimmermann

According to Models.com, Raquel Zimmermann is the current top model. She's represented in Milan, New York, Paris, London and even Sao Paulo! The reason why she's still at number one? Well, not knowing her personally at this point in time, i can only quote what has been said about her: Because she is such a professional and she is so passionate in her work and because she still keeps taking those memorable pictures, she remains the most wanted. Oh, she also likes to play the guitar and ride a skateboard when she's not catwalking..

Her portfolio is incredible and she's being talked about left, right and centre by the modeling world. This 24 year old has been modeling now for almost a decade! Makes you feel just a tad insignificant when she's accomplished so much by the age of 24! The shows that she's opened and closed for, the amazing editorials that she's pulled off, the intriguing advertising campaigns and, of course, the many of magazine covers that she's graced... I wonder just when she gets to play the guitar or ride a skateboard!

There seem to be two types of models. Those who take it all in their stride and stay true to who they are in order to try to make some sort of difference in this world. And those who conform to what they think society wants them to be in order to go to the right parties and meet the 'right people'. It can sometimes be tough, though, in figuring out just which is going to be the right decision for your career and obviously Raquel Zimmermann has made quite a few fantastic decisions! The amount of hard work that she would have put in when it seems effortless would be mind blowing.. I once was told that before you can start succeeding in your dreams, you must put in 10 000 hours into building it up... In-ter-esting!!

And there, floating and bobbing was every bit of her unsinkable spirit.

Her Diamonds.

Rob Thomas : Her Diamonds.

Oh what the hell she says

I just can’t win for losing

And she lays back down

Man there’s so many times

I don’t know what I’m doin’

Like I don’t know now

By the light of the moon, she rubs her eyes

Says it’s funny how the night can make you blind

I can just imagine

And i don’t know what I’m supposed to do

But if she feels bad then I do too

So I let her be

And she says ooh I can’t take no more

Her tears like diamonds on the floor

And her diamonds bring me down

Cause I can’t help her now

She’s down in it

She tried her best but now she can’t win

It’s hard to see them on the ground

Her diamonds falling down, way down

She sits down and stares into the distance

And it takes all night

And I know I could break her concentration

But it don’t feel right

By the light of the moon, she rubs her eyes

Sits down on the bed and starts to cry

And there’s something less about her

And I don’t know what I’m supposed to do

So I sit down and I cry too

But don’t let her see

And she says ooh, I can’t take no more

Her tears like diamonds on the floor

And her diamonds bring me down

Cause I can’t help her now

She’s down in it

She tried her best but now she can’t win

It’s hard to see them on the ground

Her diamonds falling down

She shuts out the night

Tries to close her eyes

If she can find daylight

Then she’ll be alright, she’ll be alright

Just not tonight

And she says ooh, I can’t take no more

Her tears like diamonds on the floor

And her diamonds bring me down

Cause I can’t help her now

She’s down in it

She tried her best but now she can’t win 

It’s hard to see them on the ground

Her diamonds falling down

I can’t take these diamonds falling down

Hippie.

Hippie.

So many times, i look out the window of what is classed as a normal life and long to be the traveling hippie. It's inside of most of us, only a few act on it. My best friend is planning on traveling around Australia in a kombi van next year. One of the most amazing and freeing ideas i've heard! She can stop where ever she wants to. She can stay however long she wants to. She can meet whoever she wants to. I know it's inevitable, but i wonder just how long until my inner hippie, fights her way into my adventures and just how long that adventurous spirit will stay for... Until sleep becomes permanent... 

So if you tell me i can't, i'll show you i can.

As children, we always had quite a number of 'dress ups'. Of course everyone wanted to be the Bride or even the priest marrying them, never the groom though. The one with the shortest hair always had the privilege (or in most cases, the horror and disappointment) of playing the groom. Lucky i always had long hair... I remember this one outfit though.. It was a hippie outfit. With a wig and everything! I always thought that the outfit was from my parent's era.. You know.. Back in the dark ages where there was no television or lights and they wrote with a feather and some ink.. I thought my parents were ancient! But the outfit was truly legend.. 

So next time you walk past a hippie outfit that may be out for a halloween party , stop and give respect to our parents.. because if they weren't writing with a feather in some ink (which they repeatedly had to tell me was just my imagination), then they were probably out under the stars some where, around a camp fire, listening to and playing awesome music...

Dad Jokes.

I’m more than certain that each and every one of you have heard a dad joke, or two, in your life and if you have never heard one, let me give you a brief definition.

A dad joke: a joke that is more commonly said by dads and is so lame that you have to laugh. This type of joke has more recently been picked up by mums, and sometimes teenagers, in the effort to make someone laugh. Generally, they’re the only ones laughing.

So this is an acknowledgement of every dad out there on Father’s day who can’t help but riddle their lingo with dad jokes. You make us all proud in keeping up the tradition of the dad joke and we love you for it.

My dad? Oh he’s full of dad jokes! He brings something different to the plate though. You see, he thinks he’s cool. No really, he thinks he’s awesome. He has four daughters and i guess we’ve kind of influenced him too much with chick flicks, nail polish and hair styles. In all fairness though, he loves all three.. deep down, he loves them.

We’ve had a good go of being boys for him though. Tomboys. You see, we all grew up water skiing. He was a pro water skier and owned boat after boat. I even got my boat license (before it went to the law where you have to do a 2 days course and pay $500). Dad then moved onto drag racing as there were crocodiles in the river that we’d been skiing in for years and he felt that it wasn’t safe enough for us. To the drag races! We love them! He’s fixing up a Monaro at the moment with a 408 Chev motor, which has 630 horsepower. Impressed? Yeah.. It’s a black Monaro. 

So you see, i think we’ve been pretty good daughters AND sons to him. We keep him on his toes, that’s for sure. But the last few years he’s given in and goes around saying things like, “Sup, GF?!” which means, “What’s up, girlfriend?!”. He also says things like, “Evers!” with a wootang sign on his hands. This means, “Whatever”. We can always tell when dad’s pretending to be mum either on Skype (when i was in London or Brooke was in Italy) or via text message on mum’s phone. Generally the messages come out like this (even when he’s trying really hard to sound like mum):

“Hay hwo r u we move house dog is funny wat u doin.”

And he wonders how we know it’s him and not mum?

He gives us a great laugh. Happy Father’s day, Dadda. I love you.

Emma Xx.

Welcome Home.

I distinctly remember our many sisterly rivalries. I have three sisters and we were all born within five and a half years, about 2 years each between the last three and one and a half between the second oldest and myself. At first, we all got along quite well. As i was the oldest, i would be able to tell them what to do and according to mum, was quite the bossy little bee. Surprised? I was too...

I remember the stories i would make up and i would gather the three younger sisters around me, sometimes they had friends with them so it would grow my audience, and i would always begin with once upon a time. Quite a few stories revolved around a magic tree that money grew on as they all seemed to find this story completely and utterly intriguing. I, of course, got the saying from my parents when i would ask for some money to go and get lollies. In return to this request came the constant retort, “Money doesn’t grow on trees, Emma.” To which i would mumble this reply, “Yeah, well they do in my mind.” 

My mind. My friends, bless their hearts, have now come to the point where they don’t question the kind of ramblings that seem to originate in there. They seem to have accepted the fact that it changes subjects over and over again. In fact, it’s a common occurrence for me to ask them a question, and if they don’t reply for a while, then my mind will skip onto 50 new subjects so that when they answer, the answer that they’ve answered with doesn’t match what i am now thinking about, and of course i’ve forgotten what i’ve asked. 

Back onto the subject of sisters.

We all grew up on five and a half acres of land with a mini farm, horses, dams, creeks with bridges, trees, quad and motor bikes, bicycles, boats, go-carts, baskets full of dress up clothes, neighbours the same age and an annual Santa Clause that lived down the road and would mow his front lawn wearing nothing but DT’s. Of course we were never allowed down that far on the road because we couldn’t be seen from the house and there was a jail that was situated in the same area. Intrigued? Pretty great childhood i have to say.

I can distinctly remember the day i was allowed to ride my bicycle past the ‘brick letterbox’ of the neighbour down the road. I was 8 years old and i’d been pestering my mum for months saying over and over that i was older than the others and deserved privileges. Needless to say that she gave in and said that i was allowed to go to the end of the street! Yee Haa!! I was so excited. I ran to my bicycle and put my helmet on. I checked the chain on the bike and rang my bell. I was out of there, baby! As i was leaving, my three sisters were getting on their bikes, doing the exact same thing. But i knew i would go further than they would because i was older and more mature. 

I hit the street and rode the fastest i’ve ever ridden. I was free! Wind was blowing in my hair and speed was on my side. I flew past the ‘brick letterbox’ and i felt butterflies in my stomach. This was what life was about. This is why i had to pester mum all those months to let me have this little bit of freedom. 

I got to the end of the road, took off my helmet and sat on the grass, enjoying the silence and the thrill of being able to go past the ‘brick letterbox’ while my other sisters waited for me.

To my horror, the next thing i heard was the ring of a bike bell... It was the next sister down. Mum had let her do the same thing as me because she knew i would look after her. This was the biggest crime that i thought was out there in the world! THE biggest in justice ever! This was my day, my opportunity. I cried.. I was 8, OK!

To this day, when we joke about the old times and living out on that awesome, adventure-filled and mysterious property, this story will always be bought up and laughed about.. by the other girls. 

Welcome home, Bama! I’m glad that you got to experience some of the beautiful world that we live in and i hope that you never have to stop at the ‘brick letterbox’ and that you power past it with wind in your hair and speed on your side. I love you.

Emma Xx.