Man, where did you come from? But seriously…?


I know you’ve all probably had this lecture a thousand times in your high school history class…
But I just thought I’d give you a quick re-cap out of this encyclopaedia I just found…

Around 65 million years ago, just after the dinosaurs were extinct, there was a land where calories didn’t matter because we always ate amazing fresh food and drank delicious smoothies, mascara smudges never existed, your hair always sat perfectly, nail polish never chipped and you could wear the cute-baggy-sweater-style without looking chubby. This was Girl World and it was perfect. Everyone had sleepovers and went shopping and loved each other and were best friends with everybody and lived Happily Ever Before. (What happens before you live Happily Ever After, in case you didn’t know.)
ANYWAYS, in the middle of living this perfect life, all of a sudden a spaceship landed right in the middle of Girl World and out came these strange beings that the Girls had never seen before. They came with sweets and preservative-filled foods that tasted delicious but were bad for our figure, they all smelt bad, made weird noises out of strange areas of their bodies and ate everything in sight. As you can imagine, the Girls were thrown into a spin. What the hell are these things?
But because Girls are such amazing, beautiful, sparkly creatures of love, they welcomed these strangers with open arms. They leant them their showers, advised them to trim their beards and offered to wash their clothes so they didn’t walk around with the same t-shirt that smelt like a trash can.
The beings decided to make themselves comfortable in Girl World and decided to never leave. The Girls loved and cared for them, but were still completely confused and spent their time wondering about and questioning their strange behaviours. This created the beginning of forever.
The end.
Sorry to bore you with that history lesson.

Fast forward 65 million years. >>>>>>>>>>>>>

Even after 65 million years of research and experience, we STILL can’t figure them out. We will never fully understand the importance of a Playstation or fully understand their allergies to washing dishes.
Leading off my last post about w&w’s – Weird & Wonderful habits – I have decided to write a very short list of some of the u&u’s (Unusual & Unjust) habits our boyfriends have…
*Takes a deep breath*
Here goes nothin’!

u&u1: I never really understood why me hurting myself is so hilarious? Or why when my boyfriend accidentally drops his phone onto my face, he LAUGHS more than he actually helps me and cares about the fact that I may actually be one tooth lighter, or in need of a nose job now that he’s broken it? You can’t laugh at somebody when you’ve possibly just given them a black eye, just slightly unfair.

u&u2: Why in the world can they eat everything inside every corner of the house and NEVER gain any weight. I’m talking eggs, cheese, waffles, milk, sweets, pasta, ice cream, take away. Anything and absolutely everything. The next morning they wake up with a six pack, and two months down the track, you ask? Yeah, they’re still waking up with a six pack. Meanwhile the box of Favourites I ate 2 weeks ago are still accompanying me whilst I run on the treadmill. Metabolism?? Where did you go? I swear you were there 5 minutes ago…? Or maybe it was 5 years ago?… :\

u&u3: My schedule in the morning.
Wake up at the crack of dawn. Wash my hair. Take a million minutes to dry my hair. Style my hair. Pick out my outfit. Do my make up. Realise I hate what I’m wearing, so I pick out another outfit. Eat breakfast. Decide its way too cold outside, so I change my outfit again. Brush my teeth. Hurry out of the house before I over-think and decide to change my outfit for the 4th time.
A Boy’s schedule in the morning.
Wake up 15 minutes before he has to leave. Eat. Splash face with a bit of water. Wear any shirt, maybe even the same one he wore yesterday & the day before. Who really cares ayy? Throw on some jeans. Brush teeth. Leave, still looking better than my 3 hours of preparation had me looking?
Enough said.

Girl: “I hardly slept a wink last night, You know when it storms so loud that it keeps waking you up?”
Boyfriend: ” :\
Girl: “Ohhh, thats right, you slept straight through it, yeah… Don’t worry about it… :\
I will do anything to learn how to become completely deaf while I sleep and sleep through anything including storms, animals playing tips in the roof with each other, break-ins and even world wars. Please? Anybody?

u&u5: Lets settle an argument like a boy right now, okay? I’ll quickly punch you in the face, you punch me in the face, we’ll both leave the situation thinking the other guy lost and next time we se each other we’ll awkwardly say Hi, tell a few “Yo Mamma” jokes and within 5 minutes be offering the guy we know at the mechanics shop who can get you the part you need for your car really cheap. Case closed.

Gals, we love to think we understand the male gender. That we understand their mannerisms, we can tell what they are thinking or read their body language and that we know how to convince them of anything. But one thing we will NEVER understand is WHY they have managed to evolve into the most low-maintenance creatures in the world and still manage to be good looking, fit physiqued and have a care-free, no-worries mentality while never stressing about anything? I’m pretty sure I read somewhere that it is the 9th Wonder of the World..? Yep, yeah, it definitely is. It’s almost as unfair as the creation of Onesies… Let me explain, when God decided to make Onesies, he was honestly just trying to be a good bloke. Great idea, God. It is deliciously warm, comes in colours and fabrics I can wear on days off and not be frowned upon and the most perfect best friend a gal can ask for on a winter night with some hot chocolate. Genius. Right? Totally, But then you have to pee. At 3am. In winter. When it is absolutely freezing and have to get pretty much naked. Genius, but absolutely, painfully unfair. Now, to get back to the point, being honest, I’m totally jealous of the lads. I would love to spend my mornings sleeping an extra 2 hours and not having to worry if my Liquid eyeliner was symmetrical.
Except one thing I am not jealous of?
The Man-flue.
We gotta thank the big man upstairs that we can’t get contaminated with that.
Don’t know how we would deal.

All Over Red Rover.

The W&W’s.




My two favourite W’s. 
The Weird 

The Wonderful. 

I wish I had enough fingers, toes, limbs and hairs on my head to count the amount of times I’ve wished I had a reality TV show. 
Not because of the completely obvious reasons,
I’m extremely hilarious.
My life is actually insane in the membrane
or because I just love to spend my time showing off in front of people – I am very, very honest with myself. I’m a terrible show off, always have been, always will be. Its no longer an insult as it was in primary school, I’ve admitted it, dealt with it, moved myself into that category and quite comfortably made myself at home.
But because throughout my life I have learnt that opposed to being all of these fabulous, boast worthy things, something has always been a little bit off about me. Things that allays made me question…
Why did I always make really weird voices/animal noises? Why, when I was a child, did I think I had to lay on my right side, then swap sides 3 times before I could fall asleep? (SUPER glad I knocked out of myself early :\ Early signs of OCD much?) Why do I LOVE sitting on the floor? Even when there is a soft, luxurious couch available about 1 metre to my left?
Simply from those three examples, People, we are left with one conclusion.
It is clearly obvious…
I am REALLY weird. 

But instead of feeling insecure about not being particularly normal, I like to brand it as WONDERFUL! 
Hence this post. The w&w’s. The upside-down version of m&m’s. (see what i did there 😉 )Yes please! 

Here’s just a few of my w&w’s. Literally only just a few or you will be here until your 95th Birthday. 

w&w1: I am quite short. Not SHORT-short. But I’m a decent 163cm. Too short to be a catwalk model, but short enough to sleep in a bed. Hence my first w&w, I ALWAYS sleep down the bottom of the bed. Every night. Like, I’m talking, my feet have to hang off the end of the bed. Don’t know why, don’t care why. It’s weird and wonderful and I sleep like a baby! 
w&w2: I made a decision one day, can’t really remember when, but I decided that I do not shave my legs anymore. Only waxing, ever. It actually causes me issues and I get slightly anxious when I don’t have wax or haven’t booked an appointment to get my legs waxed. I am embarrassingly stubborn with things like this… weird and WONDERFUL no-spkiey leg hairs! Win! 
w&w2: I cannot straighten/style my hair more than twice a week. I have this obsession with growing my hair and feel guilt in the pitt of my stomach every time I style my hair more than twice a week.I literally feel like I can hear my hair dying in pain. Weird and wonderful fact, I don’t like to murder my hair. I am not a murderer, PLUS! 
w&w3: I can’t do anything people tell me to do. Not the whole
Mum: “Don’t cross the road when a car is coming”
Olivia: “SCREW YOU!”
*Gets run over*
Not to the point that I am Stupid, just to the point that I am annoyingly Stubborn – 
As in when someone says “OLIVIA, YOU HAVE TO WATCH THIS MOVIE!” or “YOU NEED TO LISTEN TO THIS SONG OLIVIAAAAAA” theres about ——-9823787238793827498732 (Note the 7 minus signs) chance that I will ever watch/listen to that song ever in my life. Hence why I have still not seen Lemony Snicket’s A Series Of Unfortunate Events. Or whatever it was called. Weird and Wonderful fact, Olivia Faith is not a sheep. I proudly represent all the Shepherds out there! 
Which leads me right to this next w&w… 
w&w4: I can’t read/watch any movies or books with long titles. I just cannot. Hence, once again, why I have never watched/read Lemony Snicket’s A Series Of Unfortunate Events. I know, everyone who has seen this movie or read this novel will be shaking their head at me thinking the same thing my boyfriend just said to me about 3 seconds ago and that I have heard on numerous other occasions from different people. “You know Liv, A Series Of Unfortunate Events is actually a good movie…” I get it, it is most probably a fabulous, amazing TDF movie/book. But, I still can’t watch it. My brain just won’t let me, sorry. 
Remember, not Stupid, just Stubborn.
Weird and Wonderful fact, long/confusing titles of things bore me. And Olivia Faith does not enjoy confusion and/or boring things. 
w&w5: I love to eat dinner with one leg bent up on the chair I am sitting on. So, sort of in a crouch position except with one leg down like a normal human. Like how you would bob down on the ground, except only a Uni-bob. So one leg. I am most comfortable like this and wish I could eat like that every where I go! Weird and Wonderful fact to know that every time Olivia Faith is out to dinner with you and sitting with both feet on the ground, she is secretly mad that she can’t be sitting with one of her legs bent. Now you will be able to read my mind. I may or may not have just invented a word? Uni-bob. Apparently I am an inventor now, also! Fab! 

This concludes Part One of my countless w&w’s. 
Clearly, being Weird is Wonderful and separates you from all the regular-degulars out there. Which there are many of that like to over populate the world and leave all of us Weird and Wonderful creatures feeling like we aren’t the norm. In some cases, this can sometimes translate into us feeling insecure about sleeping so far down the bed or being irritated by having to sit two legged on the floor when we’re out to dinner. 
But all of you Weird and Wonderful creatures, make sure you back your Weirdness. Because it truly is Wonderful and you owe it to yourself to be exactly who you want to be. Like someone really, really smart once said, Oscar Wilde, to be exact! “Be yourself, everyone else is already taken.”  
And for all of the Weird and Wonderful people out there, you definitely aren’t alone, because you are always invited to join the Weird Club. 
The Club I have just created and so far has the population of one. I heard its pretty cool.. :\ 
You gotta start somewhere, right? 

What are some of your w&w’s? 


Mrs Football, apparently.


3 years ago today, if you had asked me if I would be sitting on the edge of my seat, eyes GLUED to a television screen/football pitch trying to contain the nerves that were about to jump out of my stomach via my throat all over a game of Football?
I could imagine that I would have confidentially handed over my bank account details and bet my life savings on the fact that you were completely wrong.
YIKES, am I lucky that hypothetical situation never arose or I would have definitely been too many thousands of dollars short to even dream the fact that I wouldn’t be sitting in my room at my parents house in my little home town back in Australia.
So right now I am going to hypothetically thank YOU for never asking me that question!

But just over 2 years ago, that all changed when I started dating my darling boyfriend, Giancarlo Gallifuoco.
Coming from a world where Dance, what I would eat for dinner and Keeping Up With The Kardashians marathons were the most important things that had come to consume my life. The only thing I knew about Football (Girls, you can back me on this one) was that What’s-his-name was a decent-looking footballer that Posh Spice married and managed to bang an incredible career way past the RIP of Spice Girls. I had no clue about all the die-hard fans, the Football culture, the buzz of a stadium at a Home game and how much excitement, singing football player-themed songs and freezing cold nights drinking Stadium hot drinks I was missing out on!
But, don’t get me wrong, I’m far from being the number one fan of football. Very, very far. There are grown men crying in the stands, people who don’t miss 5 seconds of their favourite team’s games and can name every Football club thats ever won the English Premier League.
All I’m saying is I have made impressive progress in the Love of Football department so far, if I may say so myself. These days, theres a little less dancing involved with my life, although, what to eat for dinner is still of massive importance, (a girl has gotta eat!) But a few of my marathons have slightly differed to Sky Sports sessions on the couch for Super Sunday. And I ACTUALLY get excited about it. Not to mention, I still love a good Kardashian marathon, I just don’t spend countless hours changing DVD’s or downloading the latest season off iTunes. Yes, I am not about that dodgy downloading life yet, people. I like my Kardashians in HD only… *sigh* the realism…

So, I’ve been on one of those “Reinvent Yourself” journeys since I moved countries (stay tuned for THAT mind blowing blog post… coming soon!) and in doing so I have been noticing most of the little things that have been adding to the reinvention of O-Faith. An important part of it all is trying new things and having an open-enough mind to really get into it and give these new things all you’ve got! Football was one of them, for me, which happened to grow into a little hobby of mine that I really really enjoy. Which, if you ask me, was totally worth the try, the open-enough mind and the give of all I got!
Whether its watching my boyfriend on the pitch, a live First team game at a stadium or a cozy Super Sunday with coffee and way too many snacks, sometimes I wonder what I would be doing with myself if I hadn’t opened myself up to the new and exciting? There would be no abuse at the TV screen at a stupid Referee for a poor call, dressing up in jerseys of all kinds for every game, or the screaming and running around the house every time there was an unbelievable goal.

I can imagine my Sundays would be a LOT less Super!

Oh, Livia!

Oh and just for you, here’s a little picture encore, just for funzies with my Love! Thank me later, Buh bye!



The Mistake.


I found myself becoming extremely frustrated the other day. Frustrated at a mistake that millions and zillions and batrillions of people make. (Yes, that IS a researched statistic. 😉 ) 
The Mistake? You are all asking. 
THE Mistake, is what I shall tell you. 
I get frustrated with the mistake people tend to make between “Change” and “Growth”. 
Now, I too WAS one of those million, zillion, squillion or whatever people. 
And I hear people doing it all day every day. 
“I am making a CHANGE!! I am NOT eating junk food anymore!”
“I am making a CHANGE!! I am going to lose weight!”
“I am making a CHANGE!! I am done with my boyfriend!”
“I am making a CHANGE!! I am going to put myself first!”

Now, in theory, these all seem like great changes. Besides the junk food one, you’re bound to eat a chocolate bar, candy or bag of Fries within the next however many years of your life.
But this is The Mistake people are making, because… 

Change is NOT lasting. 
To change something is a conscious decision in your mind that you are going to alter a specific area of your life to make it fit better with who you want to be, who other people want you to be or who you THINK you should be. It is a split decision and starts as soon as you decide it to.
As offfffff NOW I am going to be the happiest person I know! … Yeah kayyyy, for about 7 minutes until you remember all of the reasons who you weren’t the happiest person you know? Weirdo! 
No lasting change happens that quickly. 

Where as GROWTH is forever. 
Growth is what happens after you learn a lesson. It happens subconsciously, half the time you don’t even know it did happen until you look back in hindsight. Its the aftermath of screwing up time after time until you finally find your brain saying to you “Just shut up and pay 2 pounds for a parking ticket, you’re going to save yourself 35 Pounds of a parking fine that you definitely WILL get, because this parking inspector NEVER lets you get away with it” … Right, gotcha.  

Breakdown : 
Change = For a minute. 
Growth = 4 lyf. 

Now, I was once a Changer. 
And quite frankly, it was EXHAUSTING. I had to keep up face all the time. I lived in two different worlds, the world in my brain where I knew what I was doing wasn’t me VS the world on the outside that I had to PRETEND to be. And for a minute I had convinced myself that who I had changed into was me, until I removed myself from the situation, it all came tumbling down and realised that changing myself and ignoring myself was only doing me a lot more harm than it was good. 
So I picked myself up and I learnt from it. 
I think, if people make more of an effort to learn from they’re mistakes, admit when they’re wrong, and be honest with themselves, they will see much more of a positive shift in their lives. 

Some people would say since moving to London I’ve “Changed”. 
Which, I have to disagree with. 
All of my friends and family who have kept in contact with me know that I am more myself than I have ever been in my entire life. Following my heart and chasing my dreams, making mistakes, achieving amazing things and working my butt off. 
They’ll sit down and have an hour long conversation with you about how much I have GROWN. 
In saying that, my growth has made me a little different. 
I have re-kindled my passion for my dear friend, Coffee, I wear a little bit more make up than I used to, have to do my hair a lot more frequently and my jokes are a little bit more hilarious now (I know, I know, you didn’t think it was possible, I was shocked too! 😉 ). 
But I am still exactly the same. I still make weird voices, am constantly making up words and giving ridiculous nick-names to people, I still eat way more than I should, am completely hyper-active and am totally obsessed with growing my hair. 

During this Growth I have learnt that you may lose a few people who are dear to you while you grow, but you will always be left with your foundation people. The ones who have been there from the start. And those people know how much I love and adore them for always being there. 
So I would always recommend chasing whatever you want to chase in order to grow and blossom and become the amazing person you know you can be. Don’t be afraid of growing, no matter how scary it might seem or how many people are convincing others that you’ve “changed”. As long as you are taking each day as it comes, learning from all of your mistakes and staying true to yourself, you’ll be on the way. The MOST important thing I have learnt is that people will always brand you when it comes to something they don’t understand. They will call you crazy and stupid and make you out to be all kinds of horrible just to dismiss you instead of looking at themselves and growing from all of their mistakes. Don’t listen to them or let them get to you, after all, they’re just Changers.  

What is my final point?? 
Don’t be a Chameleon. They are ugly. 


A Change in the Weather

I haven’t posted a blog in SO long.
Every time I tried to write a post, I just had so much to say about how much I was learning or what I was doing, that I would start typing and it looked a little something like…


And I thought, Wowzer, I think I prefer it when I write in the manner that the human race can actually manage to understand. So I took the safe option and pressed the little red “X” on the top-left corner of my screen. Honestly, I did you all a favour and saved the life you would have all wasted Eye-brow raising, tilting your head to the left, then the right, squinting a little bit following by eventual realisation that it actually ISN’T English. Or any other language for that matter. 

Instead of keyboard-bashing for the rest of the day, I decided to fight the fog and go for a walk to the Public Garden down the road from my house.

This was after I spent the morning doing the Seasonal Swap-over. You know, the depressing out with the T-shirts and in with the Beanies? Or maybe you are familiar with the very popular saying “See-ya LATER any open toed shoes and Hello to anything wooly you can fit on your feet”? Or those games, How-many-layers-can-you-wear-without-looking-fat and Theres-no-point-in-straightening-my-hair-while-its-pouring-rain-outside.
OH yes, and finally the sobbing, heartbreaking farewell to your glowing summer tan.

– Lets be honest, I never struggle with saying goodbye to my summer tan. Because I never actually get one and am cursed with a ghostly-white complexion 12 months of the year. But I could imagine, to all you bronzed, olive-skinned beauties, it would HURT- 

So anyway, I’m walking. I’m walking and I notice the breeze. The breeze that is impossible to miss, as it is about -92849834 degrees. So in actual fact, I was trying to IGNORE the breeze. As I was shivering and questioning whether or not I was actually born with a brain for even considering coming on such a torturous walk, I realised, I’ve been in London for an entire season. Summer all the way through to Autumn. Not only have I been here for an entire season, but I have SURVIVED. A part of me glimmered with a little bit of pride at the fact that I’d had my fair share of crappy moments, but I’d come through like a pro!

a) I’d dealt with broken-down cars all by myself: Thanks to two amazing strangers who offered to help me, faith in humanity, RESTORED!

b) I haven’t gotten lost on the Tube: Thanks to the best iPhone app in the WORLD, fingers crossed I haven’t jinxed myself now…

c) Given myself food poisoning from under cooked-anythings: “No, no. If you scrape the charcoal off, I PROMISE you’ll find some chicken under there.”

d) Been killed by a mass-murderer: That’s always a plus!

Perfect! I would say it’s been a pretty successful first few months!


Seasons changing always get my brain ticking about change, in general. In my case, I’ve just turned 21 and if I’m being totally honest with you, I actually DO feel different. I don’t know if it’s because I’d spent a refreshing 2 weeks with my parents for my birthday? Likely. Maybe it’s because my brain had obsessed over being 21 that I had convinced myself I was different? Equally as likely. Or maybe I just went to sleep one night and awoke the next day as some-what of a genius? Personally, I believe the third theory to be the most likely out of the three. 😉

Whatever it was (*cough* theory number 3… *cough*) I felt a huge difference, and I still do. It’s definitely not just Summer turning into Autumn. Although that is definitely the case, just ask my new best friends who go by the name of Gloves, Coat and Beanie. We’re inseparable. 😉
Someone very, very clever (Shout out to my Mum, that’s you!) once said to me that it’s proven  that all the cells in your body are believed to be completely renewed after 7 years, (Some anatomy for ya’ll!) Also, coming hand-in-hand with that is the theory that your life happens in 7 year cycles as well. That every 7 years is the beginning of a new season of your life.

So, as I’ve just turned 21, the end of an exciting, crazy, beautiful, 7 year cycle, I know it is definitely more than just the seasons changing.


Olivia Faith.