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Parisa
Austra-parisienne talks life, love and ever present drama
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For those of you that are not aficionados of all things felt, technicolour and googly eyed, this song featured on my all time favourite children’s’ television show, Sesame Street. Starring giant birds, talking frogs and microscopic people that live in a milk cartons in the window, Sesame Street is the... Continue reading
Posted May 5, 2013 at parismarisamadonna
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How long have you lived in France? 6 years Wow, your French is amazing? Yes, I lived here when I was sixteen. I went to high school for a year. I lived with a French family and I placed second in French that year at school… even though I’m Australian#... Continue reading
Posted Apr 27, 2013 at parismarisamadonna
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Somewhere between I pick my nose while no one is looking and I drink tequila on ice, by myself, in the dark, lies the guiltiest of all possible confessions. While not quite as shameful as admitting I have an addiction to sexting a man in Oklahoma, it is far more... Continue reading
Posted Apr 27, 2013 at parismarisamadonna
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Margaret Thatcher was many things; a trailblazer, a politician, an especially committed wearer of cobalt blue, a dedicated user of litres of super strength hairspray and a woman. At risk of adding to the millions of missives that have circulated during the past two weeks, missives that have swung from... Continue reading
Posted Apr 23, 2013 at parismarisamadonna
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Have you seen Silver Linings Playbook? If you haven’t, you should. Or rather, you shouldn’t, you must. I demand it. Watching it for the first time last week, I was one of the last people in the non-torrented world to see the film, so you have no excuse. The film... Continue reading
Posted Apr 13, 2013 at parismarisamadonna
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As an Aries Warrior Queen Rockstar Legend, I was born under the constellation named after the Greek God of War. As an Aries Warrior Queen Rockstar Legend, I was also born under the red planet, a red planet named after the Roman God of War. As such, it would be... Continue reading
Posted Apr 6, 2013 at parismarisamadonna
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What do you call two Marimekko poppy-print handkerchiefs, two long black banana hairclips, two plastic IKEA containers and a home massage kit? A Toy Box! Welcome to the imaginative world that I created for an almost 3 year old and an almost 4 year old; the two little bundles of... Continue reading
Posted Mar 31, 2013 at parismarisamadonna
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You might be alarmed that I’ve chosen a One Direction song for this one. You may find it strange that an Anglo-Australian Bilingual Rockstar of Madonnean Proportions even knows the names of their songs. You are now likely surprised by the very high opinion that I have of myself. Let’s... Continue reading
Posted Mar 31, 2013 at parismarisamadonna
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I’m not a parent. I’m not a partner. I’m not sure I’ll be seeking out either commitment anytime soon. I’m not sure my overly aged ovaries or my overly agile mouth would accommodate such a desire even if my overly active imagination does. I’ve recently learned that there are myriad... Continue reading
Posted Mar 30, 2013 at parismarisamadonna
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So I am not very good at keeping my promises. I did say that Part II would come within a week and it has taken me a little more than 2 months. Perhaps coming in a timely manner has eluded you too. Perhaps I should get my mind out of... Continue reading
Posted Mar 2, 2013 at parismarisamadonna
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February. Once upon a time, February was simply the month after the summer holidays, the month when you had to go back to school after 6 weeks of sunburn and Pine Lime Splices, the month when summer would fling her final lacquer of zinc across your nose, the month when... Continue reading
Posted Feb 9, 2013 at parismarisamadonna
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I have Jewish friends who spend every Friday night with their family eating Chicken Soup, lighting candles and telling amusing stories about angst. I know British people whose fathers tie bells around their knees, stick coloured flowers in their hair and dance around the village in the style of someone... Continue reading
Posted Jan 27, 2013 at parismarisamadonna
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On the same day that Sydney recorded it’s hottest ever temperature, 45.8 degrees Celsius, I was sitting on my frozen arse in the middle of a street covered in snow. Newborn foals, slippery legs splayed as they attempt to hold themselves upright after months spent folded inside their mother’s protective... Continue reading
Posted Jan 19, 2013 at parismarisamadonna
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Last month, as I sunned (OK, cremated) my alabaster cheeks under the great southern sun, I was struck dumb by singular remark. We’d just hastily ingested two bottles of very cold white wine; we’d spent 3 hours talking almost exclusively about sex. We laughed so raucously and so loudly that... Continue reading
Posted Jan 12, 2013 at parismarisamadonna
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One of the greater pleasures of a short holiday on the other side of the globe, aside from the desire, and more importantly the time, to eat and drink non-stop for 15 days, is the opportunity to read the news. My employment requires that I stay up to date on... Continue reading
Posted Jan 5, 2013 at parismarisamadonna
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This happens every time I get back from Australia… Ten reasons to want to live in Sydney Sunshine, there is so much light from a sun so filled with UV that I could not read a menu in a restaurant without sunglasses…on a day that was completely overcast…and despite the... Continue reading
Posted Dec 31, 2012 at parismarisamadonna
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If I stand still long enough in the same place, I can develop a crush on a telegraph pole. Hungry for love from an actual human man, crying out for the electricity that races through your body to the very tips of your hair when he touches you, begging for... Continue reading
Posted Dec 27, 2012 at parismarisamadonna
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If you read this regularly, you will know that I tend to bitch and complain. Everywhere I go, I find something wrong; the people are rude, the traffic is horrendous, the food is dreadful, the wine is too expensive, the cheese is orange, the men aren’t attractive, et cetera, et... Continue reading
Posted Dec 9, 2012 at parismarisamadonna
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As I write these words, I am sitting inside of a train, a train that careens at rapid speed across the expanse of usually yellow Normand fields that have now become a dull brown. The fields will remain so until after Santa has been and done his thing, until the... Continue reading
Posted Dec 2, 2012 at parismarisamadonna
I had had a really long and tiresome day at work. I was walking out after another long week, completely exhausted, ready to let go and seek respite within the welcoming confines of our local bar and a glass of warming red wine. As we wound our way out of... Continue reading
Posted Nov 24, 2012 at parismarisamadonna
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I am absolutely exhausted. My eyes are sore and red from the smog, my skin is putrid with sweat and filth, my insides are knotted half in anxiety and half in a violent reaction to something I ate and my feet are swollen with heat and the pressure of having... Continue reading
Posted Nov 17, 2012 at parismarisamadonna
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I work too much. I live alone. I have a few friends. I live 16950.69 kilometres away from the person I love most in the world. I am a little bit insane, really, not just melodramatically and I have a co-dependant relationship with wine. When your life is the sum... Continue reading
Posted Nov 11, 2012 at parismarisamadonna
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For many people in the world, food is nothing more than fuel. You put stuff in, your body takes in all the good bits, or in my case absorbs only every micron of fat, some icky badness comes out, and the remaining energy keeps you moving onwards and upwards. Food... Continue reading
Posted Nov 1, 2012 at parismarisamadonna
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“He tastes even better than a Pine Lime Splice” This week was the culmination of one of the best things ever to air on Australian television. It was an eight-part drama with a stellar cast that because it aired on the worst possible channel, suffered fewer viewers than it deserved.... Continue reading
Posted Oct 7, 2012 at parismarisamadonna
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Spending four nights staying in a Very Posh house that featured in a Very Posh lifestyle television show that is run by and filled with Very Posh English people. Eating your body weight in beef, for lunch, and then for dinner, for six whole days. Wandering the gilded halls of... Continue reading
Posted Sep 30, 2012 at parismarisamadonna