Frivolity?

Hello. It's 8:15pm on Sunday, December 6th, 2009. I feel very full, I just ate dinner. Funny thing is, I didn't even eat that much at dinner. But, I did eat what felt like an entire packet of peanuts not long before. Well that was quite a frivolous statement. Look at me, talking about food and my highly unnecessary binge eating. Small talk? Feels like it, doesn't it? Well while I'm at it, I may aswell say that I had lemon chicken and rice for dinner. That could be another reason why I'm so full.. rice. It's a carb, and very filling. Or does that just apply to pasta and not just carbohydrates in general? Oh well. The meal was good, we have it fairly regularly. I drank orange juice to wash it down, which was nice.. and see now I'm mindlessly blabbering. It's disappointing because this post did have a point initially and now the idea of an interesting topic seems far away and distant. I was going to discuss how I'm in a very quiet, kind of contemplative mood. See, I've been re-reading my Twilight books for a while now because I love all 4 of those books with a kind of passion that would seem entirely nonsensical to anybody who doesn't truly know me.. and I mean truly know me, which is hard. But anyway, I digress. What I really wanted to communicate is the extent to which those books encourage me to really think, you know? Think and ponder. It's a very powerful kind of effect. I've always known that the Twilight Saga has this profound ability to cheer me up more than any other materialistic or inanimate object ever could. It's comforting - to know that those books are there. Well... I've kind of lost my train of thought throughout this post. Mostly, however, I just wanted to write what was going in my mind. Thanks for your time man

Destination Known

Alaska, New York City, Sweden, Greece, Nashville.
5 places I would jet off too tomorrow if I had the chance. Their beauty is so different from eachother and yet all equally profound in my eyes; whether their amosphere be modernised or natural, urbanised or graceful. These places genuinely exist and that is enough motivation for me to believe in planet Earth. One day maybe...

Taylor's Music

Underneath this paragraph is a compilation of lyrics from songs by Taylor Swift that all mean something to me, for a variety of different reasons. Lyrics from "Invisible" "Breathe" "You're Not Sorry" and "White Horse" are organised below in the pattern my life followed for a very long time.. well, as close as it can get to being illustrated through music. I mean, I think these lyrics are as accurate as a song could possibly get to depicting that time in my life and I've never identified to music as much as I have recently with Taylor Swift's. Now I kind of tear up whenever I read this...


"You just see right through me but if you only knew me, we could be a beautiful miracle, unbelievable.. instead I'm just invisible. And all I think about is how to make you think of me, and everything that we could be. Baby I was naive, got lost in your eyes and never really had a chance. I had so many dreams about you and me. Happy endings.. now I know. All this time I was wasting hoping you would come around. I've been giving out chances every time and all you do is let me down. You had me falling for you honey and it never would've gone away. You used to shine so bright but I watched all of it fade. It's taken me this long baby but I figured you out, and you're thinking we'll be fine again but not this time around. And there you are on your knees, begging for forgiveness, begging for me.. just like I always wanted but I'm so sorry. Could've loved you all my life if you hadn't left me waiting in the cold. None of us thought it was gonna end this way. Well people are people and sometimes we change our minds, but it's killing me to see you go after all this time. Never wanted this, never wanted to see you hurt. Every little bump in the road I tried to swerve. But people are people and sometimes it doesn't work out.. nothing we say is gonna save us from the fall out. It's the kind of ending you don't really want to see, but I hope you know it's not easy, easy for me... You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand. It's two a.m, feeling like I just lost a friend. I'm sorry"

Happy Happy Joy Joy

Tomorrow is my final exam. Freedom is dancing on my fingertips and in less than 24 hours I'll have formed a clenched fist around it. All I want is for the holidays to begin. This is my time, my time to be happy. Things are going to change

Demetri Martin

I would like to talk about a man who could very well be the single most hilarious man in the whole entire universe. He goes by the name of Demetri Martin and he's not a comedian, he's the comedian. I relate with his humour so perfectly - it's the exact one I've grown up with next to my brother and sister. It's his sarcastic delivery, blunt expression and use of a guitar to pool the hilarity of his jokes into a musical experience, that appeals to my senses. The man has such simplicity and composure when performing and shit he's funny. I mean, if I had the chance to sit in the audience and watch Demetri perform then I would be in complete stiches. I mean, I already find myself chuckling uncontrollably when I'm listening to his wit on youtube in poor visual and audio quality. Yet I don't seem to care! Yep he's that good. And Demetri is, in fact, allergic to watermelon. I stalk.


"I feel stupid when I write the word banana. Its like, how many na’s are on this thing? 'Cause I'm like "Bana … keep going. Bananana … damn"

Past, Present, Future

I understand that education is important and a part of life, but I refuse to compromise my everything during school in order to "suceed" per sé. Many people spend these years of their lives preparing for a life not living one, and more often than not, we seem to forget that life is already happening within us and around us, and that life itself is so spontaneous that plans sometimes become nothing more than frivolity. It's not all about school, no matter how great a burden it might seem, or how definitive it's presence might be. Life can't always simply be about working towards something, even if, at times, it's important to feel that sense of where you want to be. I think that sometimes we need to assess where we are currently, and live for that moment. Hold tight your dreams and by all means wish for the future you'll always want for yourself, but rather, let those dreams not create who you want to be, but instead build upon the character you currently are.

I just wanted to say something. Um, this post might appear a bit of a downer but I think it's something that I need to let out. I just wanted to pay my respects to anybody in the entire world who has ever lost anybody in their lives. I don't know, there have been a lot of news stories lately about death and my heart right now is honestly with the families of these lost ones. I don't want to think about what exactly they're enduring, but at the same time I think it's important that people do. You know, take a minute to appreciate the singular treasures in your life that make up a small smile on your face. I mean, I'm as guilty as the next person for, at times, taking things for granted. I have my complaints about my life, but I've realised the selfish nature of that kind of thinking. I'm going to put that thinking behind me. I know I'm grateful, I'm so grateful for everything; For every kind of blessing in my life. I think we can all imagine loss. We can all experience it too, but not all of us have. The feeling of not being able to see somebody you love again, or the realisation that you can't give that person a hug for the rest of your life makes my heart ache to think about. I'm serious. But I know that God has a reason for everything, and that people leave this earth for a reason. I believe that if God has taken somebody away from you, then He has a bright purpose for them in Heaven; The kind of bright purpose that we, on earth, can't find justification in because life after death is an incomprehensible concept to us. And although you miss them, they haven't left. I know you want to give them a hug and say to them things you've said a million times but want to say again, but they do know. I think that, in Heaven, everything becomes clear. And because there can't be unhappiness there, they know what's in your heart, what's always been in your heart, and what will continue to be in your heart until you can be reunited with them again. I believe that. Nothing is ever lost, or can be lost. You can hold on to anything that has been a part of your heart long enough to affect you forever.

The Time Traveler's Wife

"This is the extraordinary love story of Clare and Henry who met when Clare was 6 and Henry was 36, and were married when Clare was 22 and Henry 30. Impossible but true, for Henry suffers from a rare condition where his genetic clock periodically resets and he finds himself pulled suddenly into his past or future. In the face of this force they can neither prevent nor control, Henry and Clare's struggle to lead normal lives is both intensely moving and entirely unforgettable."

I finished this book - "The Time Traveler's Wife" by Audrey Niffenegger - a couple of days ago and I have to say, it is simply amazing. I'm not even slightly kidding you when I say that it's one of the most heartfelt stories that I've ever come across out there in the big bad world of literature. Even in both it's supernatural and drastically imaginative elements, it maintains such realistic energy that sustains this beautiful purity and warmth within the pages. The characters are so powerful, and as pathetic as it may sound to you, I don't want to have to leave them behind after the final page of 518. The language is so poetic and gave me goosebumps at different intervals throughout, as Niffenegger's writing asks you to personally interpret and to realise the concept of creativity and art within the form of words. I really encourage you to read this book (I've typed out the blurb above to see if it tickles your fancy) and it'd be double ace if you got through it before the movie comes out in late August, I think? As you would generally expect with any text involving the concept of time travel, it involves concentration when reading as the passage of time is manipulated, however, in the complexity of it's content, it delivers the important simplicites of life. The little treasures that are there to embrace are explored, with Niffenegger's stylistic appoach compelling the reader in unexpected ways and truly pulling at their vulnerable heartstrings.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

This is what Clare and I do, it's simply what we do

11:27pm

It's 11:27pm on the 26th of July, 2009. It's Sunday night. Theoretically I should be as snug as a bug in a rug sleeping so as to be energised for school tomorrow but ah, I'm not. I'm never tired at a reasonable hour anymore - That's what weeks of going to bed at 3am will do to you kids. Anyway, I was just reading before which was very relaxing. I love books, I love being transported somewhere else. I'm listening to music right now - "Broken" by Lifehouse. It's the song I'm a bit in love with right now, along with "Falling Slowly" by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova. I put off a lot of human biology homework this weekend and it really didn't work to my advantage at all. Woopsy daisy. The clock just ticked over to 11:32pm. I think, subconciously, on some supernatural level, I'm waiting for Peter Pan to appear on the windowsill. But we don't really have windowsills. Mm, that's almost as heartbreaking as having no chimney for Santa. So to wrap things up, did you like my blog with no point and absolutely no direction? I did.

Sacha Baron Cohen

I admire Sacha Baron Cohen so wholeheartedly. The man embodies such comedic genius that's just undeniable, even if his work doesn't appeal to you or you if find it relatively distasteful - in fact I find it funny that so many do. Firstly I want to say that Bruno is very different from Borat and I don't think people should compare or place judgement on one while considering the other - they're two seperate projects, two seperate identities and basically polar opposite representations. To be perfectly honest, and I'm probably not the most constructive of movie critics, Bruno had me laughing myself silly. I loved it. Secondly, comes the real root of my blog. Sacha Baron Cohen has such self-confidence and appears to be so devoid of insecurities when depicting his characters and I look up to that. People may judge me when I declare that I look up to a man who wears a mankini in one movie and communicates with a genuine terrorist in the next; Society might think me sad and suggest I find a role model of more morality, but he's an actor for goodness sake and it's his entire attitude toward comedy that I appreciate. It's his individualistic approach to what he does and I guess his controversial delivery. Both Bruno and Borat have that shock value, and even with their "stereotyping" of certain foreigners, Sacha challenges those stereotypes as well and, to an extent, breaks down many cultural barriers. I really love how his identity is unknown to the people he interacts with. It allows the audience to see the wider community's interpretation and first impressions of him when they don't have that prior or pre-conceived knowledge to rely on in their initial judgement. It's so real that way. But, I guess differing societies don't always see it the way I do, what with Sacha Baron Cohen being banned from Kazakhstan after Borat, and the release of Bruno having been banned in Ukraine. I just think people need to perhaps loosen the barriers, deflate their judgement, embrace his comedy, and realise that it's simply that, comedy.

Dreams

To me, the dreams I have each night are a luxury, and a blessing. I love remembering my dreams and analysing them when I wake each morning. There's something about the idea that anything is a possible inside a dream - inside your subconcious where the true creativity of your soul is set free, without the distraction of reality we're consistently faced with throughout our days. It's a whole different reality within itself, with constraints disregarded and logic non-existent. I love it that way. I've always thought that dreams have to mean something, have some relevence - you just have to be imaginative enough to find it, and break down the barriers of reasoning so superfluous when compared with the power of imagination. I record my dreams whenever I remember them. They can continue to fascinate me that way. And if ever I read them over way into the future, I can recall them almost exactly. That, I find special, and able to be treasured

Best Scarecrow

I was at the video store yesterday and couldn't help but purchase a movie that caught my eye on the shelf. It was the 1978 adaptation of The Wizard of Oz, and I'm sorry but when I saw that it starred Michael Jackson I just had to buy it, even if it'd make me sad. I love him in it, he's hilarious and undoubtedly adorable - what with being only the tender age of 20. And in amongst all the makeup they put on him as the scarecrow, you can still spot the eyes and smile that are so ultimately Michael. It did make me tear up in actual fact, but he's only further inspired me now. Never has The Wizard of Oz made me anything less than frightened, and, although this version did freak me out initially, when Michael Jackson came on the screen - perched in the most scarecrow of ways in the sweetest little outfit - I realised why I bought the $9.95 DVD and faced my fear of the yellow brick road

Snaps for Hermione Granger

Get a whiff of that dress Emma Watson is wearing! Is not it mindblowingly (oop.. that's not a word) amazing?! It's so amazing that it prompted me to invent a word - it seems to bring out the creativity in they who admire it. It's a magic dress! Harry put a spell on it! Although I think that Harry's spell had a negative effect on his attire, which I'm sure was very fashion forward before he got all Hogwartsy and abracadabra'd Hermione's dress, hence, affecting his. What a great story. Harry Potter 8 anyone? Anyway, point being, Emma Watson's dress makes me wanna cry a river of happy tears - you don't see her donning that when she battles Voldemort and ghosts in capes that mercilessly suck peoples faces off. Good times

Sadly...

People aim to derive any possibility of evil out of a person solely because it makes for discussion and sells magazines - and that is the kind of thing that sustains and strengthens the already potent coldness of our world. Michael Jackson was found innocent on all accounts and for people to joke about and criticise his life is a painfully ignorant and hurtful thing to do. I believe he can hear you and although he can't be harmed anymore by society's words, why tarnish his name? You didn't know him and nobody will ever understand what he endured throughout his life amongst his smiles, laughs, and musical success. God can hear whatever you speak out aloud so shut your pie holes if you're only gonna chuck up rude words

Love you mj

Michael Jackson's memorial

I'm currently watching Michael Jackson's memorial service live on the television at Staples Center, Los Angeles and I don't think I've stopped crying since it began. It's 2:14am and I'm tired and my eyes are sore but I refuse to not be a part of this, even from the other side of the world. This service is so powerful and I've had endless goosebumps since the lights went up on the stage Michael performed his final performance on. Stevie Wonder just performed a song he wrote for Michael and beforehand he said "as much as we feel we need Michael here with us, God must've needed him far more" and I believe him to be right. I believe God has Michael safe in his keeping, and I don't know, I think he's watching down from above with gratitude and love, where he can now maybe moon walk on the moon itself.

Earlier, Queen Latifah declared that "we had him, and we are the world." Now we don't quite have him like we did, but we had what he had to share, and now he can continue to share what he had - just from a farther distance.. without the fear of accusation, the fear of disapproval, and strengthened with an invincible soul

I love you

Rachel McAdams

I adore Rachel McAdams. She's talented to the moon and back 5 times and I think her an inspiration. Every single one of her movies I could watch with perfect happiness, the girl can do no wrong! She's seemingly immune to the haunting curse of movies that flop .. hopefully not to jinx her or anything. Wait, I'm not even superstitious.. But that's beside the point. Umm, so, Rachel McAdams for president?

"I wanted to be a secretary, I love paper clips and staplers"

2:02am

It's 2:02am and I'm relatively bored. I could sleep which may rescue me from my zombie-ish behaviour, but sleep is for the weak and my eyes can take the burning. Edward doesn't rest so why should I? The tennis is on: Federer vs Roddick. I would update you on the score but I don't understand how it works and the chances of it meaning anything to you are slim to none. But I do know that the tennis court's green to brown ratio is shameful. England needs to grow better grass. I take that back.. You'd think me a hypocrite if you saw the state of my backyard

Here is what a tennis court should look like and exactly what the Wimbledon court didn't. Green huh? Almost blindingly so

Dear New York,

I'm coming, sooner or later. Lock up your sons. Central Park and The Museum of Natural History, Times Square and the Empire State Building - I want it all. As well as the Statue of Liberty, which was the symbol of hope for European immigrants during the late 1800's - Mhm, sometimes I listen in history. Maybe it'll symbolise that for me...

The Time Traveler's Wife

This is the book I'm currently isolating myself from the rest of society with. It's called The Time Traveler's Wife and it's written by Audrey Niffenegger. I'm currently up to page 12 and I think I'm falling in love

Boys on Motorbikes

I have an announcement. Often I create obsessions for myself and to many it seems a regular, quite insignificant little phase. But for the love of all that is holy I am serious about this new fiery one of mine:
Boys on motorbikes. If you're sexy and can ride a motorbike, I will certainly contemplate spending the rest of my life with you


Exhibit A: (please disregard Harrison Ford..)



Exhibit B:

Aussie Rules

More often than not, I hate football. I hate the atmosphere, I hate the commentary, I hate the stupid terminology. But when Geelong are playing, boy do I get fired up. I get surprisingly frustrated and impatient if they're losing, which often turns into frequent cursing at the opposition. My family are confused by my passionate outbursts. But I do love Jimmy & when he gets the ball, my little heart melts

Crap, I miss it

I'm listening to a particular piece of instrumental music right now that pulls me straight back to the 2008 end of year holidays, and I'm now missing that time with all my heart. I almost feel like I'm back there though - I'm sitting right about where I might've been, alone like I would've been, at a time I would've been awake. In the early hours of the morning when my family's asleep, I would've been watching LCSsings on Youtube, re-reading my Twilight books, learning the keyboard, watching Rob Pattinson interviews and smiling to myself, or researching Rent until my eyes were burning from being so tired. Then I'd glance up at the clock and chances are it'd be something like 4:00am. That time is imprinted in my mind. I was so happy during those holidays, even though it was my enemised season of Summer. I really hope I'm creating something memorable right now like I evidently was almost 7 long months ago.

See? Didn't I look happy?

Malaysia 'O9

This, my friend, is where I'm headed to in September/October 2009. They call it Malaysia and it's gonna be fantastic. I'm psyched to ride elephants! I also wanna jet ski it along the Malaysian waters like a navy seal. It'll be great. I just wish my sister could come so that it'd be a true family holiday. But I'll bring you home a monkey Clare, I love you!

Michael Jackson

Video footage of his concert rehearsal 2 days before his death shows that Michael Jackson was still an absolute legend, embodying talent beyond the expectations of the music industry from the age of 5 to the age of 50. Rest in peace MJ, love you

Year 11 Camp

I ate too many pringles and broke the camp's swing but it wasn't bad hey. During the solo reflection in the bush I saw a tree that looked like a dinosaur, saw a tree that looked like a transformer, was intimidated by a kangaroo that made eye contact with me, and got to count the stars as they appeared; that was ace. I also loved the bonfire for a couple different reasons. All in all, nice work Logue Brook

Into The Wild

K so I've been told I love every movie I see, and despite the fact that I disagree no matter when I'm accused of such nonsense, on this particular occasion I am so not kidding when I declare this movie to be honestly amazing. It's a true story and it's one of such raw content, it took me by surprise. I love that it's so artsy and has that "Cannes Film Festival" kind of atmosphere that allows it to be so individualistic. Oh and Emile Hirsch is mindboggling! That young man is talent and a half, plus he has the face that makes a girl's cheeks blush in the most Bella of ways. Okay so it's "Into The Wild" now go watchy quick smart!

Changed My Life

I believe from the bottom of my heart that I would be a poorer person if I hadn't have had the Twilight saga experience. Steph Meyer, your influence is so profound. Thankyou for sharing Edward with the planet

Inspiration in an Image

System of Time

I hate the system of time. I hate how it drags, how it slows. I hate how it passes, how it flies. There'll be a point in time where I want nothing more but to fast track my way through, only to then reach my metaphorical destination and wish upon every single star in the stretch of sky for there to be a way to stop time, just for a minute, for a day or two. But "time passes, even when it seems impossible, even when each tick of the clock aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes evenly, in strange lurches and dragging dulls, but pass it does. Even for me." And you can't hold on to anything forever; it'll leave you, and as upsetting as it sounds, that's what forces us to be passionate about life and the beauty within it - the idea that we know time is forever passing, forever inevitable, and forever untouchable. So we learn to embrace. But I do wish to believe in all the time travel theories out there, I do hope to believe that there could be some crazy way to revisit your past.

Rent (1996 - 2OO8)

I love the musical Rent, ah it's love. I became obsessed with it over the 2008 end of year holidays. I watched the movie version - friggin ace - and then youtubed broadway clips and I was inspired. It's the only musical I can truly tolerate and learning every single lyric off by heart reinforces that. Gosh I love it, it's real and it's of substance.

"There's only us, there's only this, forget regret, or life is yours to miss. No other road, no other way, no day but today"

Nostalgia

I think back sometimes, to the time in my life where everything was shit and a half and I wasn't coping all that well, and I honestly miss it in some messed up way. I don't even know why. That time is familiar to me and maybe it's that familiarity or looking back in hindsight that makes me miss it. So I realise that, I'm gonna miss the present, no matter how dim it may seem at times. It represents a time in my life and that's what we aim to create, representations of each phase. I believe my memories act as exactly that. So everything about right now is something I'm going to look back on with a sad sense of nostalgia and honestly miss. I know that future me will be jealous of present me, I've experienced it before. Hmmmmmm