Immortal Beloved.

Ludwig Van Beethoven to his 'Immortal Beloved'
Letter 1

Good morning, on July 7

My thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved
I can live only wholly with you or not at all -
Be calm my life, my all. Only by calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together.
Oh continue to love me, never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.
Ever thine
Ever mine
Ever ours.


I just watched the Sex And The City movie for the second time (extended edition, pure bliss) and in one of the first scenes, Carrie reads out this poem to Big (aka John James Preston).
I think it's beautiful and utterly timeless.
Call me a sap but the line, the simple line, 'never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved' is magical.
Boy doesn't that just bring it home?

Don't ever question the love in my heart for you. Ever.

Love Jayo.

Silver lining.

I got to thinking.

"It's sad when people you know, become people you knew.
When you can walk right past someone like they were never a big part of your life.
How you used to be able to talk for hours and now you can barely even look at them."

Sure. That's shit, right, I get that.

It sucks when someone you used to love suddenly becomes some distant memory.

But you know what...

Friendships don't just go kaput for no reason.

If two close buds are going to terminate their common bonds then there must be a greater good.

Losing a 'partner in crime' obviously causes hurt. I've been hit by loss from left, right and centre. But I do believe that everything happens for a reason. If someone is going to walk out of your life then so be it.

Life has to move on.

People come and go from our lives and make varying impacts. Some will be negative and some positive. Some small and some large.

But even if that friendship doesn't last, the footprint they left of your soul will.

Jayo xo

Fat men.

You know what really fires me up. I was thinking about it today.

The crazy notion that all women should look like the chicks from Hugh Hefner's playboy mansion.

I mean, short of stuffing my tits full of silicon and spending hours at my exclusive home gym (that just between you and me, I don't own), without dedicating every minute of my life to dieting and exercise, there is no way I could maintain a flat stomach and colossal boobs. IT IS HORRIFICALLY UNREALISTIC.

However. The gross men who are making these generalisations are usually fat and have bigger breasts than the average female (yes mmmm man boobs get me going).

I hate that these disgusting men expect us to look fabulous every second of the day but that rule somehow surpasses them and they're allowed to be obese and obnoxious.

Double standard anyone?

I for one find it really, really irritating.

Get fucked.

Love from Jayo.
Somebody who sure doesn't look like any of the aforementioned girls.

I took to LOOKBOOK.

When your wardrobe is letting you down I suggest you take a look at http://lookbook.nu/ because it is just busting with fashion incentives from people all over the world.

A fellow blogging pal got me onto the website and now I can't stop. I'm a lookbook fiend.

I thought I would share a few of my favourite looks with you in case you can't make it to the site.

I love this bitty's blazer and high wasted shorts combo. Shame she lives in Stockholm. I wouldn't mind befriending her and her obviously delicious wardrobe.

Well this photo alone is dishy. Then there are her long long grey socks, her Chanel bag and the cute little dress. Lana here lives in Seattle which is fashionably unfair.

Now this Montréal chum is wearing only the most perfect hat. Her billowed dress and lacey tights make this outfit a match made in heaven.

Her eyes are sheltered from the Californian sun by a cute pair of white framed Ray Ban's and the dishevelled car she's laying on looks so chic.

Her all black outfit screams class and her little hat is much like the one I just got from an Opp Shop for six dollars.

And with that, I sign off.

There are a tonne of other great photos on the site that I suggest you bloggers check out and there are heaps of outfit ideas. Exciting.

Hope the weekend treated everyone spectacularly.
With love, Jayo.

And also.

A beautiful story to share with you all.

I am at my boyfriend's house sitting at his desk typing away on his acer desktop comp.
However, my boyfriend is not at home. He is over at his best friend's house until late this evening.
Strange, I know, but his family are pretty much mine so they love it when I hover around the place.

While I am sitting here, reading about Heidi Montag and her goose of a boyfriend, in stumbles my boyfriend's mum with a big hot cup of hot chocolate and two biscuits.

I nearly burst into tears. What a gesture!

The cocoa is absolutely heart warming. I have never felt so loved.

Jayo xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

New direction.

I was just in the middle of singing 'Tattoo' by Jordin Sparks for some reason unbeknown to me and realised that the line 'don't look back got a new direction' sounds a lot like 'don't look back i got a nude erection'.
I certainly laughed out loud a little.

On the note of music, I feel compelled to share with everyone that recently I forked out a lazy $200 dollars for a ticket to see Rihanna and Chris Brown perform.
And while we're on the subject of Rihanna, here is a bit of a tale for you blog followers and/or enthusiasts.

This evening while I was jogging on my boyfriend's treadmill a song came on that I assumed was the regular ol' version of Umbrella by Rihanna. A catchy pop song that did pretty well in its time. Probably goes off every Friday night down on Brunswick Street at the local over 35's night.

Anyway, it was actually the VNDLSM remix and by the intro I was already in love with it.
It inspired me to jog that little bit faster, and anything that motivates me to exercise must be top notch.
A totally perfect workout song and when it hits the drop, PERFECTION (I word that I'm noticing slowly but surely that I overuse).

I have really made things easy for you jokers by adding the video/song combination into this post so do me a favour, listen to it and then comment me with your thoughts on the ditty.



Jayo!

Xavier mucks up, then fucks up.

I am in the middle of a media honeymoon!
On the 20th of October, in the heat of muck-up week, the Xavier students went a little over board.

Now, I'm no catholicized 'Virgin Mary' princess. I don’t expect the absolute last week of school for anyone to be prim and proper. There is the promise of piss bombs, eggs and drunk and disorderly behaviour.
I do not however agree with the way the Xavier students handled their most recent farewell to high school.

A statement, that might I add was short and sweet, from the school read "...a large number of year 12 students exhibited unacceptable behaviour".

Spot on.

When did it become super rad to terrorize (the words of The Age) a main road while you're absolutely blind drunk? Keep that to Saturday nights thanks lads.

And pissing on fences in broad daylight is never great. Defy the words of tacky tee-shirts around Melbourne and please don't rock out with your cock out.

One student even rang up The Age and eloquently delivered this very touching quote - "If we were blind drunk and barely able to stand, how the fuck did we get into Kew".
Um, are you kidding. I see drunk metro's come out of 'Room' every weekend and they can still schlep themselves into McDonalds. It's an expression pal. I don't think anyone expected you to actually be deprived of all sight.

Anyway. This should prove to everyone that a private school education at one of the most prestigous boy schools in Melbourne certainly doesn't make you any less primative than someone from a public school. In fact, Xavier is the only school who has had to take such drastic action against their year 12 students so far this year.

Hilarious!

To read an article about the festivities head HERE yeeah.



Jayo.

Desperately seeking Ani.

I love love love! Ani Difranco.

Her song 'Untouchable Face' is devilish.

"think i'm going for a walk now

i feel a little unsteady

i don't want nobody to follow me

except maybe you.

i could make you happy you know

if you weren't already

i could do a lot of things

and i do."

Oh honestly people, go and download it.

Jayo.

T Birds. More like T Bags.

Ok yes that was lame.
However I am in the middle of watching 'Grease' and it is all so naff.

It had slipped my mind that in the fifties, smoking made you a 'rebel without a cause' and an ankle length skirt was riskayyy.
Being a cheerleader didn't make you a whore and the T-bird/Pink Lady characters with their engraved blazers and their run down cars rooled the school!

I think the best part of the movie is when Sandy (the naive Aussie) dumps Danny and picks up a new jock boyfriend. When the teeny boppers are all down at the local diner Sandy and Danny keep exchanging longing looks. He is subsequently with his mates playing 'too cool for school' (an act which is so totally see through, duhh) and she is with her simple sporty bf, lamenting over the spillage of some vanilla shake on her peach cardi.

Get these teens into some super slim acid washed cheap monday's and some baggy white tee's stat!
I need to turn 'Grease' off the TV. The only rockin' thing about this movie is seeing Johnnie is his hay day, and boppin' along to the tunes.

Love Jayo x

If the price is right.

No, this blog isn't going to be about the terrible game show 'The price is right'. It is going to be about money and fashion, and the ties the two have formed over the years.

I was on the tram today when a perfectly proportioned goddess dressed in a calf-length charcoal pencil skirt and a ruffled crème shirt sat opposite me. Her manicured toe nails were partially concealed by the patent leather sky-high platforms that she was wearing. Her sandy blonde locks were slightly curled and sat just above her shoulders. As I pretended not to look at her longingly, she pulled a pair of diamond encrusted ipod headphones out of her huge vintage glomesh bag that was also crème and plugged them with ease into her video ipod (and yes, I'm completely aware that by this stage I sound like a creep).

As I looked down at my five dollar navy blue blazer, my second hand red shirt, mum's old flats and my dirty white shorts I wondered, does money really help to sustain a killer wardrobe?
And yes it does. BUT, that isn't to say that broke as kids like me can't have superb style.
Although every item of clothing in the above mentioned woman's wardrobe probably cost more than my tuition, I would rather a Brunswick opportunity shop to a ritzy boutique full of expensive generic clothes any day!

It is now, that I sign off.
The footnote of this post is that money is great. The more money I have then the more money I can blow on people's old clothes so it's a win win for all parties involved.

Jayo x

Let me be Beha.

This doe-eyed lass embodies all things beauty related.

Her waif like physique. The precious right cheek specific dimple. Milky flawless skin and a spunky as scripture tat that reads 'this too shall pass'.

It doesn't get much better than miss Beha.

I do however, like her better with the side fringe she's sporting up top. Any takers?

Jayo

Romeo and Juliet.

I am the first of anyone to admit that young love has a firm grip on me.
My boyfriend and I hold hands in the library, peck in the canteen and dance in my living-room to Chris Brown.
Something that really irritates me is when people get really pissy about public displays of affection.
Now, I'm not some alpha freak who loves to watch pimple covered teens mack at the table next to me.
People who stick their tongues down their partners throats really makes my blood boil.
And explain to me why forty year old couples think it's perfection to grope one another while they're standing next to me at the local pedestrian crossing.

Anyway, people at school are always getting all up in my grill about kissing my boyfriend in front of them.
It isn't even french-naff-as-tongue kissing. We just delight in the occasional peck and/or cuddle.

And don't tell me to get a room. What makes you think that I revel in showing you and your gal pals just how much I love my boyfriend. Don't you think that I'd be in a private room if I could be? But no, I am stuck at school learning about linguistics and the history of Kung Fu cinema.

So now, lets see if I can piss everybody off just that little bit more.

I love him a lot.

Jayo xo.

Is this the girl from Gossip Girl because it's really got me confused. I mean, really.

Someone help me out here. Is this Serena Van Der Woodsen/Blake Lively (they are in fact, the same person).

Things that bother me about this image.

1) Her face is oddly white in comparison to the rest of her mildly tanned body.

2) Her hair is partially grey. Did I miss a few weeks where it became wicked to look like an eighty year old?

3) The celebratory ribbon used is brown. Who decorates their chosen wedding reception venue with pooh brown ribbon?

And I mean honestly, where do I start with the dude? He is wearing those glasses I not only hate, but they are taped together. Prom of 88' anyone? And he looks like he's jammed a pair of candy teeth in his mouth. Also he is representing a bowl cut, and it is not a wicked bowl cut like the one I sported at the prime age of five. It is a naff as can be full fringed salad bowl hair cut.

Also, his bow tie is saggy.

A confused and irritated Jayo signs off.

Second hand splendour.

Boyfriend took me to two bookstores on the way home from school today.
The first, was your typical Borders type store. Over-priced and smelled strongly of crisp new book covers and un-bended pages. I found a book and fell in love with it. Flipped it over and breezed through the blurb before my eyes glanced over the price tag.
Twenty dollars.
And if you've read the previous blog that is just a whole lot of cash that I just don't have.
So I put it back on the shelf and shuffled out of the shop with boyfriend close behind.

Then, a mere fifty metres down the road, we stumbled across a tiny little second hand book store.
Books were strewn all over the floor and you could barely make your way through the scattered book shelves of oddly organised paperbacks.
As we were scaling the aisles of crime novels I came across the exact book that I wanted in the pricey store for fourteen dollars less. I could not believe it.
So I whisked it up to the counter as quick as I could and paid for it with haste.

Over a quater pounder and a large half coke/half raspberry slushie, boyfriend and I flicked through the pages of horrific stories about Ed Gein and Ted Bundy. Absolute perfection!

Will keep you posted on how perfect my cheap book is.

Love Jayo.

Hey big spender!

Started this promising weekend with eighty delicious dollars.
Blew seventy of that dosh on the lace-ups and the jacket on Saturday morn which, in case you're crap at math, left me with ten dollars.
Then, Saturday night, made a solid fifty coin by waitressing at an uptown, pretentious fortieth birthday. When I finished work, got tipsy with the bar staff and a few of the children of the birthday girl.
So Sundyyyyy morn, woke up bright and early and headed down to the Camberwell market. Picked up the custest little brown satchel bag and a wicked red top with studs on it. Way retrrro.
And after that, I grabbed a few rolls of sushi and a can of Diet Coke.
And now, I'm sitting on fifteen dollars.
Somebody give me a job. I am steadily becoming poorer.
Well ye. This was really just a whinge blog.
Enjoy the rest of the weekend!

Jayo xo.

The key to my heart.

The key to my heart can be found in a tinsy little boutique on Brunswick street called Currency.
They sell superb one off items from a tonne of funky eras. Even talking about it makes my heart flutter!

I was completely set on purchasing this beautiful electric blue dress with a bow tie neck from the 70's but it was far too small. When I discovered that the zip wouldn't do up past my shoulder blades a little part of me died inside.

So I looked at a few of their other spectacular items and fell madly in love with a pair of black lace ups!
They had the most perfect crocodile detailing on the front of them and along the sides and a winsy little heel.
Here they are, the most perfectly manufactured shoes, ever!

I also came across a delicious navy dinner jacket with big detailed buttons and cute little bows on the cuffs.
This shop was just busting with goodies!! So I purchased that too. It looks black in this photo but don't stress, it isn't.

Anyway. I am ecstatic. I got straight home and put it all on and paraded around my house like some sort of a juvenile tweenager. And no I didn't misspell 'teenager'. I mean TWEENager. You know, those naff as 11 and 12 year olds who smother themselves in barbie make-up and talk as if they're twenty five.

Anyway, I plan on wearing my shoes and jacket until death does us part. And then I will hopefully be cremated in them as well.

Jayo.

In awe!

The Lou Doillon collection for Lee Cooper is simply delicious.
The eclectic style of this range is superb!!
And of course, Lou herself is just a shining beacon of perfect-ness (it is gradually becoming more and more evident that i'm not attending english classes).
Just look at this blue pantsuit/buttoned shorts ensemble that miss Doillon has teamed with a dishy black hat and a big ol' brooch. Could you not just kidnap her and put her in a glass case and keep that glass case in your bedroom??

That aside, the collection includes a few things that just make my mouth water!
The Dodger Bag is the most perfect clutch I have ever seen. It is mammoth and covered in the most delightful flowered pattern I have ever seen. And the Catherine sweater is promising but looks woolen. Wool itches me. Regardless, the collection is top notch. I highly recommend checking it out at -
http://www.leecooper.com/lou_doillon/

TOTAL PERFECTION!
They only stock their stuff in Collingwood though and that is the most difficult place to access via means of public transport. That, and I am absurdly lazy.

Yeah, well. Seeya.
Jayo.

Melbourne Street Fashion.

JAYO FEATURES IN;

http://www.melbournestreetfashion.com/

and i'm real excited.

The outfit is total rubbish but it sure is pleasant to be recognised as a part of Melbourne's most fashionable.

I am shown on the page labelled 'most viewed'. Could I be any cooler.

(yes I am tooting my own horn here. cut me some slack)

JAYO MAKES AN APPEARANCE

And 'shierl' says she loves my jacket. I love it too shierl.

Farewell from a very glowing Jayo xo

Summer standards.

As I almost somewhat regretfully write this most recent post, I am repeating the phrase 'inner beauty counts the most' over and over in my head.

Hopefully others will be in a similar mind frame when Summer dawns on us and I dust off the bathers.

So in preparation for the big season I have been doing some casual brand research and it has dawned on me.

People don't actually expect normal human beings to look like these bikini models do they?

If you are reading this and muttering to yourself 'no shit jayo' then I am clearly behind the times and in need of a serious diet.

But honestly, take the JETS model for example.

Are people freakin' serious? Don't tell me that this is the new Summer expectation!
Another example lies within Miranda Kerr and her dishy Seafolly shoot.

It seems that toned tummies, big boobies, perfecto tans and delicious beach hair is all the rage.
But I now pose the question to you, fellow blogspot enthusiasts.

What if, you look like this...

I mean, this is a pretty recent photo of me and it's going to take atleast two or three weeks to shed a little of my extra poundage.
But honestly, will I just be socially shunned due to not looking like a supermodel?

All this aside, you will probably still see me tearing up the waves in some foul last season bikini, sporting love handles and back fat.
Embrace it Australia!

Keep me posted with any phenominal Summer slim down diets other blogging fiends! I will try anything twice.

Jayo.

Shady business.

These are the shades that I just purchased from ebay!

Postage for one dollar ninety five.

Glasses for nine dollars ninety five.

CHEAP AS!

I am crazy about the yellaa bits of them.

Nothing warms my heart more than a pair of fake Ray-Ban Wayfarers.

Thank-you fake Ray-Ban ebay seller. Thank-you.

Jayo xo

Favourites!

My favourite;

1. Beverage: Tea with a splash of milk.
2. Poet: Robert Frost.
3. Workout: The walk from my locker to the school canteen.
4. Handbag: Tan mimco satchel bag.
5. Youtube video: Toss up between 'ghetto gumby' and anything about 'beetlejuice'.
6. Book: The Firm by John Grisham.
7. Photographer: David Lachapelle.
8. Shop: Brunswick savers and all outer suburb opportunity shops.
9. Deceased celebrity: River Phoenix.
10. Song: Anything from Coldplay's 'Viva la Vida' album.
11. Necklace: My black and gold rosary beads.
12. Footwear: Mum's miu-miu chunky wooden platform heels.
13. Movie: Se7en.
14. Subject: Anything performing arts related.
15. Model: Natalia Vodianova.
16. Annoying animal: Possum.

With love,
Jayo!

News of biblical preportions!

Thick-as-can-be black eye make-up, bushy decorated eye-brows, over sized round shades and perfect physiques.

Oyster magazine.

The fourth of October.

I bought packet pancakes, mini tubs of creamy vanilla ice-cream and frozen berries and whipped up a breakfast for the man in my life to celebrate six months of totally superb dating. We watched Usual Suspects and talked sparingly of our day plans.
When I had eventually been able to pry my hands from my cheeks after the shock ending to Usual Suspects we headed down to the local newsagent.
As I scaled the aisles of over priced stationary and bad comics I stumbled across the above mentioned bible. Oyster. Flipping through the pages, I was sucked into a world of delicious fashion and outrageous photography that I didn't want to leave.
And you know what happened. My perfect boyfriend stumbled over, tore the magazine out of my tight little fists and took it over to the register where he purchased it for a mere twelve dollars fifty!

The most perfect anniversary ever.

Thankyou prince charm-er-rama.

JAYO!

Travel sickness pills.

Crappy day yesterday.
Fashion TV was screening completely horrid runway shows which left me with almost no inspiration to try out the apple diet.
There were no rice bubbles left in the pantry and even if there were mum rang in the afternoon to tell me the milk was sour.
I had blown all my money of double beef and cheese's from McDonalds which meant I couldn't go and buy more milk.
And on top of that, I made the inevitable discovery of the 'facebook' epidemic. All my friends have migrated from myspace to facebook rendering me completely communicationless (probably not a word).

So after putting up with feeling dull all day I came to the conclusion that I needed to sleep.
The only problem with that is that I'm terrible with nanna naps. If I snooze in the late afternoon, I can almost always never get to sleep that night.
So I made the hasty decision to dunce four travel sickness pills after reading carefully every warning on the packaging at least twice.
It indicated that I shouldn't take more than four pills within twenty-four hours, so I gulped down four and four only.
It also heavily implied that sleep would be the outcome of taking such medication.

And you know what, I passed out cold at 7pm and slept riiight through until 10am this morning.
Perfect!
And not only did I sleep like a drugged baby, but I woke up to discover that Casino Royale was on TV.

So, thank you very much travel sickness pill manufacturer.
My pill popping served me well.

Seeyou bye.

Jayo!!