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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"