Just a dream.

The tiles stung the calloused heels of my sun stained feet and my hair hung limply around my shoulders. I looked over at him, swaying in the cob-web matted hammock and remembered what had attracted me to him so many years ago, remembered why we'd never lost our spark. His soft hair, his caramel skin, his hazel eyes, the unexpected wit. We had spent so many Summer's lounging in the small dishevelled yard and yet something had changed this January.
It wasn't that his nails had grown although that was surprising. The pile of canvas shoes that sat comfortably next to the torn screen door had gathered dust. They were fashionable when we studied Vis Com and Media years ago and since their glory days they had lay strewn across our Prahran veranda. That was something that hadn't changed since VCE.
I still got chills whenever he handed me the dark sun tan oil and smiled, half heartidly concealing his crooked front tooth. We had joked about it for years and yet it was that smile that made me fall in love with him so many Summers ago.

I sauntered over to the hammock and could hear his ipod from what felt like a mile away. I had selfishly littered his music player with my favourite old school chillout albums and he was playing a song we used to cook to when we lived with his family. The Monaco Bar he'd been feasting on sat in his lap and was melting all over the shorts I had bought him last Christmas.
I hoped it would wash out easily.

Been a long time.

It has been an eternity, or so it seems. And even though i'm mildly sure no one reads this I still feel rude for not posting. Rude is a shitty word. I feel like I have let myself down.

I would like to now go into an in depth discussion about why it is that I haven't posted since Boxing day. I would like to tell you that the new year has been overwhelming and that the hustle and bustle of life recently has been non-stop. But unfortunately, Jayo has just been slack.

I made no new years resolutions but rather threw 2009 to the wind and decided to take everything a day at a time this year. I lived too much of '08 in my head, worrying about things that I simply couldn't control. And although I want to tell the world and myself that I'll start learning to accept who I am, I don't think I'm ready to stop worrying about what other people think just yet. But, we can only wait and see.

My birthday is nearing and I'm really looking forward to what I have planned.
On the eve of my special day dinner will be served at my favourite Thai restaurant accompanied by Champagne sunrises and hopefully gifts. The group will then head down to the local pub where we will drink and play pool until twelve o'clock when we will all sing 'Happy Birthday' like a pack of hoons.

Report back soon, I hope everyone is doing something drastic with their new year.
Jayo xxxxxxx

Chrismy.

I feel so blessed.
My Christmas was very family orientated yesterday which resulted in me being absolutely spoilt rotten.
My grandparents purchased Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen's book titled 'Influence' and wrapped it up in nice green and red paper for me.
My mum and dad bought me the 'Holga 35mm Black Corner' camera. Every picture taken with my new camera has a special 'black corner' darkening effect around the edges. Sheer brilliance!
My darling mother also handed me a perfect silver Marc Jacobs cuff and ring. They are definately very special pieces.

My whole family also gave each other 'Oxfam' donations. It was nice to do something for people across the other side of the world for a change. I'd like to think that we helped some families out on Christmas day somewhere in another country.

I recently had some negative feedback on my blog which came almost immediately after a fight with a very close friend.

When I finish school I would love to have an enter score that allows me to study journalism, most people who know me know that.
I started this blog at a time when I wasn't attending a lot of school.
It was a tough time for me but I found that this blog gave me a great outlet to practise my writing, and it still does.
Now, negative comments are obviously hurtful. However I realised that if I am going to make it in the journalism scene I need to remember that people aren't always going to agree with me and my opinions.
But me and the people who love me think that the fact that I'm ballsy enough to put my opinions out there for other people to read shows that I have a lot more courage than any anonymous reader who is going to verbally spit on a post of mine.

I hope everyone had a magical Christmas.
Jayo.

Busting with fan mail.

You know you've got blog readers when you're getting hate comments.

"wow jayo, you have once again proved how much of a hypocritical joke you are!

Since when has anyone said that public school students are 'primitive' or more lowly than private schools.

You seem to be the only person that seems to believe this. For fucks sake, NO ONE HAS ANYTHING AGAINST PUBLIC SCHOOLS.

You have this idea in your head that private schooled students have some agenda against public schools, that we believe ourself to be wealthier, superior and "far less primitive."

I can say for a fact that most of the kids I know from private schools have extremely hard working families just so they can send their kids to a private school. No we don't think we're greater than you, and one of my best mates happens to go to a public school and she is smarter AND more successful than i will ever be.

And believe it or not jayo, I know for a fact you attended a private girls school, and that although you're now at a public school, several of your so called "friends" happen to attend private schools. Get off your high horse. Try and understand people for who they are, rather than what school they go to.

And as for the xaviers, fucken good on them."

This pathetic 'anon' is clearly headed places in life. Good on you pal. It's cute that you tracked down an old blog of mine to lose your shit over. The fact that you have it in your little head that I judge people for what school they attend makes you laughable.
What a pathetic attempt to bring someone down. I bet you felt super after it. When you next feel driven to abuse my webpage be sure to leave your name instead of being spine-less.

It is simple really. If you don't like my blog, don't read it.
XX Jayo

Abbey Lee Fantasy.

I want nothing more than to get my nose pierced the exact way Abbey Lee Kershaw has hers done.
I have included an image of the Australian beauty below in case you aren't familiar with her facial ring.
My boyfriend detests the idea however a close friend seems to think that it could potentially look totally chic.



We also need to keep in mind my incredibly low pain threshold. Having someone stick a big needle in my nose isn't on the top of my 'Things To Get Done' list however, if the piercing is going to get me mildly closer to looking as rad as Abbey Lee then I should quit the whinging.

I did have my first blood test the other day where the Pathology nurse used the biggest horse needle I had ever laid eyes on. Not only that, but the demon woman took four damn viles of blood which meant changing the containers three times.
If I can sit through that, I can perhaps sit through a piercing.


Jeez. The gal is pure bliss.

Fun fact - Jayo has not one piercing.

If anyone is even reading this let me know about your piercing experiences. Will I sob if I go through with it? I can almost answer with a firm yes.
Good eve blog enthusiasts.

Jayo XX

Warehouse wonder.

On Saturday I braved the wind and the rain to make an appearance at the Retrostar Warehouse Sale where nothing was over ten dollars. Although each piece of clothing was burried deep within soggy cardboard boxes that were strewn all over the floor there were a few good finds.
My purchase of the day was a cute little floral number that had a ruffle around the waist.
It was quite lengthy and had rips in the sleeves so after spending the afternoon with my sewing genius Grandma it was 'Dollars and Sense' posting worthy.

Funnily enough in all these poor quality shots I am on the phone to my boyfriend arguing about fashion.
Fashion is such a personal thing and I think that dressing mildly astray from the norm can cause an uproar.

Today I went to see a movie to which I wore my new dress and my Marc Jacobs heels. I wanted to feel beautiful instead of just slapping on my leather leggings and a pair of flats.
At every turn I could feel people asking themeslves what this six foot three girl was doing so dressed up. Unfortunately, I let the unfashionable around me ruin my day. I vowed never to let it happen again. Afterall, most of the judgemental jury were women in their fifties wearing pant suits and brown moccasins.

Let me know what you think of the dress and my scribblings.
Feedback is always far and beyond appreciated.
The other day I rang my dad to tell him about a nice blogger comment. Doesn't that just scream freak.

Jayo!

Eating Cigarettes.

'I Heard They Eat Cigarettes'.

A genius little Melbourne brand that you may or may not have heard of.

The designs are so versatile and nothing is too pricey, but because they're so exclusive there are only a few places in Melbourne and/or Australia who stock their stuff.

If you live in Melbourne, one shop that stocks the brand is 'Lenko', a shop that is on level 3 of Melbourne Central in the city.

Another shop that stocks these little pieces of heaven is 'Deetmah'. It is located in East Ivanhoe on Lower Heidelberg road.

I have been trying to get my hands on the Intergalactic Planetary Singlet (the white singlet with the planets on it, duhh) for the longest time, however, because this brand sells like Peach Ice Tea on a hot day, no one in Melbourne stocks it anymore.

I have had some really delightful correspondance with the designer of the brand who said he'd try and track me down the singlet. I will be on the edge of my seat until I hear from him!

Kisses -

Jayo.

Through the lense.

I felt compelled to share with you a few photos.
My friend asked me to model for one of her photography SAC's and I think she did a beautiful job with the photos. These three are my favourites.

Boring post really, don't have anything outrageous to share with all of you lovely readers.
Let me know what you think of the shots.

Love Jayo.

Coming undone.

A small collection of goodies that I am lusting over.

So, the clothes in the image are by 'Cassette Society'. The lace crop top (I feel so sixth grade saying that) is divine paired with the slouchy black vest and the carrot top pants.
The silver rhinestone purse is to die for and I can just see myself now, schlepping it over my shoulder while I wine and dine somewhere in the city with my boyfriend, talking about American politics and Rachel Zoe's fashion empire.
The metallic platform wedges speak for themselves. The detailing on the heel is perfect.
And finally I threw in two colourful bracelets to break up the basic silver/black look. I'm seeing them hanging magically from my left wrist while I clutch onto a chilled peach and mango tea.

I don't write nearly enough as I would like to about fashion considering it is something that I'm so morbidly interested in.
You can walk into my small room and you'll probably only be able to see three things.
The first would be my double bed. I don't want to toot my own horn but I feel compelled to tell you that it has been referred to as the comfiest bed in the Southern Hemisphere. Just putting it out there.
Then you'd probably glance briefly at my bedside table. It is covered in jewelry, magazines, vitamins, notebooks, framed photos, broken pens and neutral nail polishes.
The last thing you'd notice is the floor. Well, in truth, you wouldn't notice the floor at all, rather, you'd notice what was masking my floor from daylight.
CLOTHES. Piles and piles of clothes. Mountainous clumps of vintage laying on my carpet.

I don't often splurge on mainstream retail pieces. My wardrobe consists of opp shop goodies and my families vintage. I love waking up in the morning knowing that I will potentially pair a $90 pair of shorts with a $3 shirt and a $5 blazer.
My shoe collection is by far the most amusing. You will run your eyes along the rows of poorly placed shoe boxes and discover that my Marc Jacobs wedges are sitting happily next to my $10 gold grandma flats from a Salvo's. My $3 pale grey pumps are chin-chillin' to the right of my mum's wooden Miu Miu platforms that I stole one day when she wasn't looking.

I love that fashion is an expression of self.
I hope that when I'm 80 years old I'll still be expressing myself with crazy clothing.

Happy Friday -

Jayo XXX

Come out of the closet Anon!!

My boyfriend just suggested it was probably mum.
Mum, if it's you leaving me perfect blog comments then stop. Say that shit over dinner.
And if it isn't my mum. THEN TELL ME WHO YOU ARE!
More hints. More hints.
The RUSSH idea was nice :) Editer in chief at Oyster? You can be my right hand human. I think you're a female but I don't want to sound sexist.

On another note, changed my header from Cory to some other bird.
If you're a fashion fiend you'll know that 'The Cobra Snake' is most likely associated with both women.
The new girl has a cool bikini on.
I am so jealous of anyone photographed by Mark Hunter, particularly Tallulah. I am naming my child Tallulah, regardless of gender. Hopefully the child grows into the name and blossoms in the same fashion Mark Hunter's favie did.Beyond jealous people. BEYOND JEALOUS.
Go look. Go on.
http://thecobrasnake.com/partyphotos.html

I am heading off to nie nies. Sleep. Snooze time. Bed.
XXX

jayo

Anon.

I'm not usually one to post two blogs in one sitting, but bloggers, get excited.
IT IS HAPPENING!

I just got a comment from an anonymous patron giving me the biggest confidence boost in the world. Whoever that was, honestly, from the bottom on my heart, thank you so much.
It is kind people like you who make the world the most brilliant place.

I am beaming. Literally. I think there is some sort of a glow protruding from my morbidly large body.

And now that I'm writing I may as well write a little bit.
My dad, who is quite an inspirational man, told me a beautiful Native American story.

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.
He said, "My son, the battle is between 2 wolves. One is Evil. It is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith."
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather, "Which wolf wins?" The old Cherokee simply replied,
"The one you feed.

And I am almost like the owner of the Evil wolf inside me. I feed it constantly. Play with it when it's feeling particularly dosile. I am so hard on myself.
But it's because of people like sir/madame 'Anon' that I feel compelled to throw the Good wolf a bone.

Thankyou readers, you really do make this worthwhile.

XX

Cheeky.

I love reading feedback.

On my last post I got two really kind comments. It's nice to think that people occasionally read the ramblings of my somewhat cloudy mind.
And especially on the last post. It's uplifting to think that there are other people out there who aren't treating humans with complete and utter disdain.


Now, on a lighter note, you'll all be pleased to hear that I purchased a pair of powder blue Hi-Cheeky Wrangler shorts. Although forking out ninety dollars for a dash of denim isn't outlandishly desirable, I am madly in love with them.

You can see them in the above photo along with my perfect brown bag which I purchased from a friend for fifteen dollars. My bank account has been kicked in the dick a few times in the last few days, that's for sure.

Anyway, I'm glad I have time for blogging again. It felt as if a part of me was missing for a little while there.

Jayo XX

What I will never understand.

I will never understand why some people feel compelled to suck the happiness from within you?
What honestly possesses somebody to be frivolous with insults, using verbal abuse to undermine you, everything you live and stand for?

I will never ever understand what causes some humans to just be cruel.

I never got the whole 'oh, they're probably just insecure' thing.
Sure that's fine with me, be as insecure as you fucking want to be, but why then, on top of your own shit, bring other people down with you?

Then there is that whole 'oh they probably just had a bad day and they're taking it out on you'.
Well when did that become acceptable.
I will never, ever be fine with taking shit unnecessarily from somebody just because they're feeling particularly down.
These self centred low lifes need to be taught to take responsibility.
Too many times have I allowed myself to be blamed for other people's misfortunes.

It doesn't sit right with me.
Not at all.
But the most unfortunate thing about it is that it's so common that every single day we accept it.
It's trivial.

Well, it shouldn't be.

Forever.

It feels like forever since I last posted.

I haven't been able to get on the ol' blog much due to looming exams.

I had a few comments from anon patrons asking me not to perform the dye job.

TOO LATE!

Don't worry though bloggers, it was a wash out one. I'd heard that they don't completely wash out which is true, mine didn't. However my hair is still blonde, just a bit darker.

I do however miss my totally blonde hair. Maybe in the Summer time it will come back a little.

The second photo was from the day I did it, so my hair is a lot lighter now. But I did really like the original colour.

This is a very petty blog on my behalf.
I don't have anything uplifting or soulful to write about at the moment. Exams are definately abusing my wit.

Jayo x.

I'm dye-ing!

I have decided to dye my hair chestnut brown.

The people who read my blog probably know that I am a dye job virgin and have had sandy blonde hair for my whole life so it's going to be a bit of a change.

I was going to say, 'it's going to be such a big change!' and then I realised how pathetic that is. I really hate it when people talk about trivial things and indicate it's going to CHANGE their life.

A big change is when you move schools to somewhere in the burbs after being cooped up with pretentious private school girls for four years.

A big change is going through your parents' bitter divorce.

A big change is losing a loved one to the grim reaper or a drug addiction.

A big change is catching up with a friend you haven't seen in a few months, only to discover they have developed an eating disorder.

Not indicating in any way, shape or form that I've experienced all or any of those things, I just think the world is a bit bigger than hair colour or buying a new sweater.

I'm sick of hearing about how the fifteen year old girl next to me on the train had her world flipped upside down when she found out Sportsgirl had gotten a new vintage section!!! SUCH a big change!

In saying that, I felt like perhaps getting some feedback on the dye idea.

Also, I was just watching Romeo and Juliet and my god bloggers!!

Leonardo was a huge spunk in his hay day. Not that I didn't know that, I just copped a huge refresher though.

Another spot of news is that I'm going to the races on Saturday the 8th with my boyfriend and if the dye job I carry out looks shit, I could look a mess.

I got a rad little 80's party dress from the Chapel Street Bizarre that is silver and black.

I'll make sure to post photos when I get some taken with the hair and/or the dress.

Have a superb rest-of-long-weekend all.

xo Jayo