Bye Bye Bosisto


As I look around the empty skeletal apartment that has been the last year of my life, I notice how truly, unrecognizably empty the shell of my surroundings are. After a mere 2 days, there is not one shred of evidence left of a year filled with laughter, tears, frustrations, friendships, goals achieved, moments of let-downs and absolute, always-and-forever-abundant love.

The biggest lesson I face every single year since leaving home is the questioning of precisely that, home.
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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.

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!