I never thought I would add waitressing to my resume, but since I arrived back to sanctuary of St Andrews Beach, Victoria, the peace and quiet has been amazing for my portfolio, but not so kind to my bank account. A random opportunity came up to waitress for a catered event with my twin sister at a Peninsular mansion. The money was too good to turn down, so dressed in black we found ourselves alone in giant house that wrapped around what looked like an unused swimming pool.  Marbled patios led to sprawling lawns which looked out over the bay.  It didn't take long before the house filled with the rich, the minor celebrities and the washed up wannabes. With no hospitality experience I relied on my extensive retail and customer service skills to carry me through the night - which did nothing to teach me how to carry trays, or pour wine without spilling it down some womans blinged up cleavage or pronounce unusual canapés. In fact, the only thing that helped me, was growing up in Byron

My days at the Derjaj frat house are coming to a close,  I am making my departure due to life changing opportunities in my homeland - those which could have never materialised if it weren't for this Italian adventure. I am returning alone, leaving my humble knight to continue his tale - which will most likely land him on our big island, due to all the headache we have been going through to obtain visas... The Kitchen - where I spent most of my time Amanti on a wine run Florence Pub, and most popular hang out Photo diary on facebook

I have been coming across some fantastic fashion blogs - really interesting and unique writing. I love the Man Repeller- its such refreshing writing http://www.manrepeller.com/ But i'd have to say my favorite is The Cherry Blossom Girl.   http://www.thecherryblossomgirl.com Her intimacy with fashion is like:  The most amazing chef in the world creates a palette delicacy,  Alix - The Cherry Blossom Girl - gets to taste the amazing food - than there is surrounding people, including food critic's and photographers, who can smell and see the wonder plate, they take photos and return to the publisher, who gets to admire the pictures and decide where it will be placed in the this week cooking magazine - than some food fanatic see's the article, tears it out, copy's it to her blog - which is how I come across it - and theres my connection to the source! Blogs have become very influential in the fashion industry and success of trends. Really great bloggers get vip invit

Facebook. Now theres a subject.  I held my ground for years, not even slightly curious, despite most of my friends hooked and a husband spending an hour a day glued to that laptop screen. I guess in those teen years where online social networking is expected, I was busy spending my time like an overworked adult. Marriage, changing religion, new countries, full time jobs - who am I kidding, I didnt have time for friends or a pen pal, let alone an online profile to upkeep. I gave in two years ago, not because I was constantly missing parties because I didnt get the "facebook invite", or that my friends were spread around the globe and eager to stay in touch, or because I was recently divorced and its apparently a good place to pick up, or at least stalk our date. I created an account, struggled for hours to find a decent image of my face for the profile picture box, all because a less than average looking guy, with surprisingly mis-guided cockiness, and a terrible adolescent