Thursday, December 30, 2010

Twenty eleven.

Welcome young folk.
Image via Korean Lovers.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Jolly and co.

So the jolliest time of the year is coming to a close, and here I am again. Confused and scared. This year I realised that not all families are the same. That people leave their families alone at Christmas. It troubled me, but I have come to realise that everyone values things differently.

Twelve months ago I posted about the anticipation of twenty-ten. I had uttered those three syllables in joyous anticipation for years prior. I knew they were going to bring something big. They bought many things, like pain and joy, a friendship that is quite unconventional but treasured all the same. They bought success which I think was due to me finally finding something lucky. On this subject I would like to say that you can't just find something and decide it is lucky (which I have done to a few objects) you have to find something that combines all the elements of things you love and it still sustain a necessary purpose. So I found this object of mine, but to be honest I know it wasn't the luck, it was the blood sweat and tears.
So twenty-ten delivered just like every other twelve months that comes and goes.

Now it is bordering twenty-eleven. My possessions are packed tightly in card-board boxes and I am preparing myself for a life of rent and train tickets. I'm scared but not in the senses that I should be.
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Monday, December 20, 2010

Obstacles of being. Part four.

A sticky situation: Strolling through the supermarket I came upon the juice isle. It had been quite a while since I had had juice so I became quite excited by the thought of having a refreshing cup of icy-cold fruit juice. I stood in front of the selection for what seemed like five minutes but was actually probably more like five seconds and pondered which juice I wanted. With a smile on my face I leaped forward and grasped the bottle. As a went to put it in the trolley I looked down and noticed that my hair was stuck to the bottle. In panic I spun around and tryed to return the sticky bottle to the shelf in a bee-swarm-like motion. I spent the rest of the grocery shopping time rubbing my hands together because they were so sticky and trying to untangle my sticky hair.
I said to Mama: "lets cut it off!". She replied: "But you love your hair". It's like an arm or a finger, some days you like it some days you despise it, but its always there.
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Sunday, December 12, 2010


Wowza. Today was the day that the trampoline came crashing down. I saw it there in the morning and decided something must be done after many years of passing comments about how it must go. So I opened my tool-box and grabbed my shifter and a hat and walked into the hot hot sun. I like handy-work, it makes me feel strong. I lasted about five minutes before I was exhausted. One screw was remeved in this time, but there were still many to go. Spiders came scurrying out of the place they had come to call home, where they had raised their children and built many-a-web.
Many fun times were shared on that trampoline, like playing octopus jumping games with Be and Zee, trying to chase after Lella when she said she didn't want to play anymore and falling through the springs, dangling by my feet. The Summer days when we would get home from school and ask Mamma to hose us while we jumped. When friends would come over for the afternoon and you would spend almost the whole evening trying to jump the highest and talking about how amazing it would be if the whole world was made of trampolines. What a pip.
1. Photograph by Saga Sig, The NeverEndingStory.
2. via weheartit.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Throw your heart out in front of you.

Cemetery Junction, what a fantastic film.

"Throw your heart out in front of you and run ahead to catch it."

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Look after me.

I love the "My Best Friend " section of the ABC children's program 'Giggle and Hoot'. The song is so catchy and the wee children are so kind, talking about what they enjoy about their best friends.
I miss my best friend. We used to share every lunchtime together at school. On the rainy days I would get quiet and sad and he would be happier than ever. He didn't like the sunny days, but I did. We would go to the canteen together and sit at the table whilst I peeled off rotten paint and carried my lunchbox around and he would shake his head as I searched out the playground for more pieces of paint to remove. I loved when we would drive home with Justin Bieber so loud and you would sing and make up interpretive dance.
Svensen Hollerer, you are one of the coolest people I have ever known. You havn't changed your puppy hair for as long as I have known you, I don't know how you get it so soft.
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These aren't tears of sadness because you're leaving me

I've just been cutting onions, I'm making a lasagne for one

Oh, I'm not crying, no

There's just a little bit of dust in my eye

That's from the path that you made when you said your goodbye

I'm not weeping 'cause you won't be here to hold my hand

For your information there's an inflammation in my tear gland

I'm not upset because you left me this way

My eyes are just a little sweaty today

They've been looking around and searching for you

They've been looking for you even though I told them not not


I'm sitting down at this table called love

Staring down at the irony of life

How come we've reached this fork in the road

And yet it cuts like a knife?

I love Flight of the Conchords.