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I was 12 years old, in Year 7 at Craigslea Primary School on Brisbane’s north side. I hadn’t really come into my own yet and was a painfully shy, timid, quiet (I know it seems impossible, but I once was very shy, very timid and remarkably quiet. Lord knows what happened) and ridiculously nerdy girl (this bit hasn’t changed). 
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One of the awesome things about living in London is that you can just “pop over” to another country for a weekend. And not even like a Friday to Monday type of thing. Last weekend, three of my favourite girls and I jumped on the Eurostar bright and early Saturday morning, ate our way through Brussels and Brugge and arrived back home in London by 10pm Sunday night. A tight little (weekend) package, and I’m definitely not talking about my butt.
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I am not a stranger to Le Pain Quotidien. In fact, every other weekend will find me there sipping at my oj / fresh lime juice / hot chocolate and nibbling away on my granola / croissant / porridge. Choice of food is always weather dependent. I am so not a stranger to Le Pain Quotidien that I don’t even say its full name any more. I just call it “Le Pain” which, I know it sounds more like a medieval torture device but actually just means “bread”. “Le Pain Quotidien” for those playing at home? The Daily Bread. Ah, I *heart* Le Pain.
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dedicated to the interwebz and you my readers, the wonderful blueberries in the tart that is my life
Once upon a time there was the interwebz. The interwebz was a funny ol’ thang. It was born in a pin prick of light, a cyberspace baby and it grew and grew and GREW. The interwebz became everything, and though you can’t touch it, you always know it’s there. It lives and breathes through you and I: a hobby, a way of life, an institution, a religion.
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Ages and ages and ages (read: 6 weeks) ago, one of my best friends in this glorious world, Loreen, turned the ripe young age of 30. She was off on the Inca trail on this momentus day, proving her youth by trekking this hideously high altituded (oh yes, that is now a word) pathway sans any assistance from walking tools or her husband or most impressively, make-up. I know. Since we weren’t able to properly celebrate Loreen’s birthday with her on the actual day, we kinda sorta tried to bend the time and space continuum and time warped back to the 1920′s to celebrate in style, albeit six weeks late. Yes, I’m also confused.
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