tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91040618947378708542024-03-06T14:10:40.546+11:00colour through teardropsmackahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839364694810406074noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9104061894737870854.post-84551759991957845642011-06-22T00:03:00.002+10:002011-06-22T00:47:13.098+10:00My enemy the spaWe have a few pending issues at hand that seem to be flowing straight from my mind at 12:26am into this blog. Who knows whether I should post them, and whether or not they are even the slightest hint understandable (knowing me, the answer is probably no). But as I have discovered, I'm my own worst enemy sometimes, and need to get rid of at least a fraction of this upbuilt desire to explode.<br /><br />Well, let me warn you all. Spas are incredibly dangerous and a recipe for potential complication. Oh yes, they may look alluring to the unprotected eye. But there is a possibility of a hidden trap. I'm not denying they include much fun and exciteable bubbles. I mean the fun is endless. There are bubbles. There is moving water. There is bare skin. Laughter keeps it all rolling along. It's a magnificant time to be had by all. If, however, you want to bring a level of personal responsiblity and dignity into the picture, it can begin to shake up the ideals that were once set in your mind. The wrinkly skin clouds the mind. The steam rises up & beyond expectations. I shall not say any more, but let's just say...the warning stands.<br /><br />And just like that, I don't want to say any more. I'm over my head & heart constantly fighting. To be honest, I don't know how to stop it. But it's taking up everything I have left to yell at them. Every day. Every thought I have. It's constant. So I shall push on, let them fight all they want, and not interfere. It does seem easier that way.<br /><br />Also, closing thought: Beautiful Turkish rugs mixed with a good book, hot chocolate and intense warth. Winter warmer for you all. It'll make your day.<br /><br />Till we meet again...mackahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839364694810406074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9104061894737870854.post-23423259555823128562011-06-19T23:20:00.002+10:002011-06-19T23:54:07.805+10:00AustriaIt's funny how much I just want what I can't or don't have. In everything. And it's so frustrating! Honestly. Why would I do that to myself? Inflict pain. Cause heartache. Put clouds over my eyes. Cause excessive eating. Headaches from thinking and wishing too hard. All in all, it's a bad idea.<br />However, just last night, I found an amazing solution to this problem.<br /><br />Pretend you're in Austria.<br /><br />I know you probably think i'm absolutely insane and officially lost it. Maybe I have, but please bear with me. It's at least a beautiful thought, if nothing else.<br />The last few days I seem to have been watching numerous movies that travel to the wonderous countryside of Italy. <em>Letters To Juliet. Beneath the Tuscan Sun.</em> And all my wife (as she said in her blog, she's not really my wife, but if you know her, she basically is) & I have wanted to do while sitting late at night in bed is travel far & wide away from this freezing cold land called Ballarat. Basically, though, we can't. Monetary issues pose a problem. Plans. Uni. We just can't.<br />We discovered a great substitute though. We pretended that we were in Austria. We are renting a holiday house. We don't know anyone in this new exciting town. Although it's cold, it's a good cold because it's a new country. We've left all our problems behind at home. We're not here with men, we're here with each other. It's not romantic, but wonderfully fun.<br />And the amazing thing was, once my mindset was there up in the Austrian Alps, I no longer needed to go to romantic Italian wineries with a beautiful European man. I was set here in Austria with my best friend baking cakes that looked like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.<br /><br />The truth of it being, I didn't need to go to the other side of the world to be happy. I would still love to go to Italy tommorow if I could. But for the time being, I am so happy sitting in my warm room listening to James Taylor when I know full well that it is windy & cold outside. My beautiful wife is just down the hallway. There is minestrone soup to eat tommorow. There are a million adventures that I could take, all I have to do is choose.<br /><br />The moral of this story...bring a litte Austria into your life (cliched I know. I'm sorry)<br /><br />Till we meet again...mackahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839364694810406074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9104061894737870854.post-15811076042471354482010-11-19T20:29:00.002+11:002010-11-19T21:23:02.658+11:00oh the joys of pondering<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">today i was driving through Creswick. and there were beautiful old oak trees lining the road. it was absolutely beautiful. as i drove through them all, i felt like i was in a movie. the sun peeking through the trees onto the road as i drove underneath them. it was gorgeous & a moment today that made me smile for the most insignificant yet special reason. I dont know why these things make me happy. but part of me is glad they do. i like being able to smile for the smallest things. it makes each day. each living moment. so much more special & enjoying. and that's wat life's about isn't it. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">loving people can be so rewarding. it can fill each day with a joy not experienced for a long time or even ever before. it gives a reason to keep going. to keep waking each morning. to keep smiling. to keep reaching further. it's a joy & blessing that we are able to experience in life. it also can cause the biggest heartache. the saddest thoughts. the most amount of tears even shed. yet through all that negative, can come the shortest glimpses of sunlight. happiness. smiles. laughter. that joy again. which makes up for all that horribleness that loving someone can cause. i often dont understand this. how i can be living weeks in frustration, sadness, and heartache, yet ten minutes of dancing. or laughing. or talking. or just being. with that person. it makes up for everything. every tear. every harsh word. every moment of wondering wat im doing wrong. i think wen i see that person happy, it makes everything worth while. cause that's my aim. that's why i care so much. but oh, so frustrating. it is this that i dont understand. and will continue to ponder on my thoughts. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">think on that people. think on that. i wish you well :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Till we meet again...</span></div>mackahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839364694810406074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9104061894737870854.post-25854592671403951542010-08-27T15:20:00.002+10:002010-08-27T15:39:07.844+10:00discovering me<span style="color:#990000;">hey guess wat...it's sunny in Ballarat!</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i know right. amazing. not to say it hasn't been pouring down rain earlier</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">...but that's irrelevant.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">just thinking...this year has been probably the best of my life.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i'v learned so so much. about people. relationships. myself.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">living. friendship. being myself & learning who i am.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">it's been ridiculously hard. so so hard.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">but it's cool. amazingly cool & rewarding.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i suppose i'm still in it too. ha! how weird.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">but yes, definitely can tell i'm in the midst of life & learning right now.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">but then, do we ever stop. like really, i suppose we don't.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">particular points in life though bring out different & exciting things.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i was so scared at the start of this year to have to meet new people. discover new friendships.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">but i look up on my wall of photos from this year & couldn't be happier. </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">it's beeen complicated. but amazing. </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">all the smiles i'v smiled.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">all the laughing attacks i'v had.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">all the tears i'v cried.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">all the glitter, colour, costumes, curles, confusion.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">friends i trust with my life.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">people that hav made impacts upon my life.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">friends who hav cried on my shoulder, made me laugh like crazy, & always been there for me.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i sometimes can't understand how this can come so quickly & amazingly.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">but i wouldn't trade it for the world.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">"SMILE"</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLKbVxuLcChINf1BMm0DLncVEBFXNUnPyr3pWxnllQYczrwosWF9jt4cpBKP-4bA76mYdj6GAo40LTLLX06RGxrLIaE_iOXccAQu1rnynHm4iHYj7a7RuowsyOl2xmPaJbQYsgvWfLUmEg/s1600/sleazeball.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509955770662539202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLKbVxuLcChINf1BMm0DLncVEBFXNUnPyr3pWxnllQYczrwosWF9jt4cpBKP-4bA76mYdj6GAo40LTLLX06RGxrLIaE_iOXccAQu1rnynHm4iHYj7a7RuowsyOl2xmPaJbQYsgvWfLUmEg/s320/sleazeball.jpg" /></a></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLKbVxuLcChINf1BMm0DLncVEBFXNUnPyr3pWxnllQYczrwosWF9jt4cpBKP-4bA76mYdj6GAo40LTLLX06RGxrLIaE_iOXccAQu1rnynHm4iHYj7a7RuowsyOl2xmPaJbQYsgvWfLUmEg/s1600/sleazeball.jpg"></a><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Till we meet again...</span>mackahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839364694810406074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9104061894737870854.post-4341724487879608382010-08-14T01:35:00.004+10:002010-08-14T01:54:03.339+10:00life's representation<span style="color:#990000;">today i got a representation of my life performed to me.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">it was incredible. something i just can't express in words.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">and the strange coincidence of things.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">white. dress was white. basket was white. i love white.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">hearing past blogs being read out. so weird.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">paint on balloons. i love the art of paint. i love balloons.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">the fact that someone took the time to create something about my life. it's humbling.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">miss Fiona Lacey, you are truly incredible.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">also how i got so emotionally touched by performances that weren't necessarily sad. just amazingly touching and beautiful. </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">really, the creativity in a single person to create that is truly beyond how my mind can imagine.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i miss <em>Ange.</em> i miss <em>Turks</em>. their smiles. their lives. our crazy fights. our laughing attacks. i just can't wait to see them again.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">im looking round my room. there is so much in here that makes me smile.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">my bed. balloons on my bed. soft toys on my bed. blanket on my bed.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">my walls. photos on the walls. the ever accumulating amount of memories that are making themselves known on the wall. </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">a princess tiara. 3D glasses.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">pink 'short bustier'. pink warm slippers.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i seriously love life. sometimes i dont know why. sometimes people & situations can cause me to drown further than i want. but at other times, the excitement of finding newly found situations to play in is just a bit too cool. it's just life. i dont know why i stress about things. </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">"Ready for the Weekend"</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">by Calvin Harris</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Till we meet again...</span>mackahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839364694810406074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9104061894737870854.post-45876782444533838152010-05-24T16:11:00.002+10:002010-05-24T16:43:52.455+10:00Last day alive<span style="color:#990000;">lately i'v been in a really contemplative & reflective of life.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i dont know why...actually i do, but its weird that it's due to something that happened.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i wonder what i would do if today was the last day i ever lived.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">like imagine. wat would i do? who would i see?</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">thinking about it, i would just want to see everyone & everything.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">money wouldn't be an issue. i could eat WHATEVER i want. i wouldnt need to worry about what people think of me. it would just be awesome.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i dont think i'd want to sleep. too much to see & do.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i'd really want to get on a plane with all my friends & family and travel to europe & do as much as i can in a day. </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">not think about my fears. </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">smile. and laugh. about nothing.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">buy lots of flowers.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">eat a chocolate eclair/profiterolle.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">visit & big, exciting city.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">and roll down green rolling hills.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">make people's day so much better.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">give them a reason to live.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">actually tell people how i feel. honestly. openly.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">not be scared.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">appreciate absolutely everything that i see & experience.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">register to be an organ donor.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">make people happy.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">stop living & checking facebook & TA</span><span style="color:#990000;">LK to him.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">kiss someone. someone who i want to kiss with all my heart.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">get a huge bunch of balloons.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">sing.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">stop waiting for the next thing in life to happen & just enjoy the moment.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">be happy cause i know what's in store.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">"I'll give you a world to conquer when you're grown"</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">-'I<em>'d Give My Life for You'</em></span><br /><em><span style="color:#990000;">Miss Saigon</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#990000;"></span></em><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Till we meet again...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span>mackahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839364694810406074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9104061894737870854.post-37629697141199303942010-05-11T23:38:00.002+10:002010-05-11T23:54:54.351+10:00insides<span style="color:#990000;">why does my brain & heart & mind & body & everything else just like to gang up on me.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">they think they want something, then all of a sudden...BAM change direction.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">want different things.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">go crazy.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">people ask why.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i dont know.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">if i could go into my body & ask each part why they're doing things, wow wouldnt that be amazing.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i would actually know why i suddenly feel things or want things or get angry.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">then maybe i could stop it.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">people around me would be very happy as a result.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">gah.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">breathe jane breathe.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">also, i hav found out today that im not very good at pretending to be perfectly fine.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">got asked a LOT wat was wrong with me today.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">argh this is why i study acting.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">stupid hoons outside my window i can hear.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">honestly Ballarat, get ur act together.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">as a conclusion, i am so so happy despite wat has been written.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">just leaning my head on the wall, as to release all pain & confusion in my back, head & heart.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">gotta love life.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">:)</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">WHY AM I NOT ASLEEP!!</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Till we meet again...</span>mackahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839364694810406074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9104061894737870854.post-33757798261957760692010-04-14T01:40:00.002+10:002010-04-14T02:18:17.974+10:002am<span style="color:#990000;">it usually is the lonely late nights that i'm inspired to write another blog.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">the freezing cold ballarat air drives my brain into blog mode.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">my lack of sleep doesn't seem to influence the fact that i'm still up writing this thing at 2am.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">and it's not even important that i write it. </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i hav assignments due.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">lot's. heaps.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">too many.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">yet i'm staying up to the early hours of the morning writing my BLOG.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">my blog.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">honestly wat possesses me sometimes.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">and now that i've started, i'm not particularly inspired to write about anything interesting.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">my day consisted of sleeping, sitting, watching lots of movies, washing dishes, yelling at myself, laughing, cooking, eating, being grossed out more than once, finding the changing of colours on the tv "on/off" light very intriguing, driving, admiring my photo collage on my bedroom wall, showering, breathing, shivering....</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">friends make me happy.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">whether i'v known them for years & years or only a month or so, they each play a role in my life.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">and i find each and every one so so special to me.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><em>Hair</em> is not near me or able to pop in any time he likes, yet he made me the happiest i felt all day.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">making spaggetti with a new but fantastic friend tonight.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">knowing that <em>Turks</em> my most best friend, will always forever be home waiting for me.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">the special few that i hold so close to my heart yet miss dearly at the moment.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">and the complications that come with people, i am slowly discovering.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">it's all just a little too much sometimes.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">can't face hurting people.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">addressing issues that would easiest be left unsaid.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">trying to work out wat's happening inside my heart and mind.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">and always having to be in control of my life & how i live it.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">then dealing with downfalls that i sometimes wish hadn't happened.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">learning to live with people.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">well not really other people i suppose.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">it's really learning to live with yourself.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i'm finding that hard.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i'm so annoying.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">yelled a lot at myself today.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">ah.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">life.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">how do we do it?</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">"Humble yourselves therefore under the mighty hand of God..."</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">-1 Peter 5:6</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Till we meet again...</span>mackahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839364694810406074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9104061894737870854.post-71796109334430017692010-04-10T15:43:00.003+10:002010-04-10T17:21:45.467+10:00hols<span style="color:#990000;">embarassingly i am going to admit that for the past hour or so, i hav been trying to find my gmail address that i thought i had created for this blog.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i looked up troubleshooter, help, everything i could think of.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">sat here frustrated as anything.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">then realise after long & painful headaches, that i didn't create it and the address used for my blog was my old email address. </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">GAH!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i suppose i'm relieved at the same time, but really really really frustrated at the past hour</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">but i am updating my blog because apparenly i haven't written for a while, which is true.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">and <em>Hair</em> told me to update it.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i feel sort of loved wen someone misses it.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">really didn't think it was that important.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">even if it is for one person.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i would do it for just that one person anyway.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i suppose my random words and tangents may entertain people at times.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">or maybe i'm just rambling on again for my own entertainment...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">so since my last post, i hav lived.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">continued on.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">breathing.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">smiling.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">just living.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">last week of uni i had a stressful assignment due.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i admit i made it stressful out of my own accordance in leaving it to the last minute.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">BUT still...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">it was stressful.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">but then i finished it. thanx to a block of cadbury milk chocolate.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">and uni finished and everything finished.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">and i went home.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">and it was nice.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">really nice.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">the last week has been the highlight of my holidays tho.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">not saying Easter wasn't great.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">it was.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i spent quality time with my family and overall had a wonderful time.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">but this week i feel like i'v been out & doing things.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">making use of my time.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">seeing wonderful people.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">and spending quality time.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">monday was spent seeing <em>smiles.</em></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">was intrigued at the oddly parked car i travelled in.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">began watching the footy cause <strong>someone</strong> didn't want to go to the actual match *cough cough*</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">then moved on to Alias which was a new experience for me.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i hav now found i like Alias.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i may watch it again.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">met up with <em>Turks</em> and her man in the city, and walked around for a while with them, wasting time before our train departed.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i'm pretty sure i just exploded with everything that was on my mind to her.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">just walking round the city.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">coming out with random things that came to mind.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">probably mid-sentence.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><em>Juice</em> totally zoned out.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i asked him for his opinion.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">he had no idea wat we were talking about.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">wat is it with men and listening.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">wednesday i went to luna park with <em>scottie</em> and <em>Edicans </em>for <em>scottie's</em> pre-birthday celebrations.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">but of course, it started with the train ride.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">ah the train ride.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">well i ended up sitting next to a man.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">from africa i think.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">who ended up finding out that i danced.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">well didn't that lead to such exciting topic and conversation...FOR THE REST OF THE TRIP.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">he was very intrigued with my life.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">whether i was single.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">how old i was.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">how much i danced a week.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">wat i did for fun.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i was so scared that i didn't dare take out my phone in case he made me give him his number.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">and apparently was staring at me as i walked away...far away.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">yea it was interesting.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">but then got to luna park and all was good.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">after about 5 rides felt sick.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">yea that never seems to happen to me.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">hmmmm...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">saw <em>Hair</em> on thursday.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">had a picnic.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">it was so so amazing to see him again.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i miss him so much and hate being in ballarat for the lack of seeing him <span style="font-size:85%;">(or maybe hate that he isn't in ballarat wen he so closely could be)</span></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">we ended up at his place.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">that is where taking spontaneous trams and buses leads you.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">we had a glorious time sitting at his table singing songs at the top of our lungs & dancing in the small amount of space we had.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">however much to my dismay i got attacked my his most gorgeous adorable dog whome i love to bits.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">and i thought he like me...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">then came home and spent the rest of the evening with the family & <em>harvard</em> who decided to plonk himself at our doorstep for the night.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;">spent yesterday shopping with my dear mother of mine.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">it was surprisingly lot's of fun.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">starting to get worried cause my mum is beginning to look better than me wen we go out.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">but i'm happy for her :)</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">tommorow i go back to the small dingy mining town of ballarat.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">hopefully will get some work done this week.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">but am very happy that i seem to be the only one who is still on holidays next week.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">sucks to be you everyone else.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i appologise prefusively that this has been soo long.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">or maybe you got bored and hav not reached this far.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">either way, i'm sorry.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i tend to get carried away and talk too much.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">but i still love you all.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">you just need to tell me to shut up at times.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i totally understand.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i annoy myself too.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">like now.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">so i will leave you to continue on with the rest of your days & activities.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;">"Casting the whole of your care on Him, for He cares for you affectionately and cares about you watchfully."</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">-1 Peter 5:7</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Till we meet again...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"> </span>mackahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839364694810406074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9104061894737870854.post-76159935409523975662010-03-29T17:30:00.003+11:002010-03-29T17:47:25.571+11:00inspiration<span style="color:#990000;">so i just sat down & read <em>exfoliate's </em>blog while watching August Rush.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">and i just want to say that yes although the internet doesn't quite convey tone or deep emotion, i could feel the happiness seeping through the bright green words that were being written.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">her smile i could see right before my eyes.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">the melbourne uni setting that i would learn to love if i had the chance.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">her amazing presence i want to see again so badly.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">the endless talks i would hav all over again.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">the sparkle that she always has in her eyes.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">and the amount of love i feel wenever im around her.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">this inspires me.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">music inspires me.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">my friends inspire me. </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">my family inspires me.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">to reach for dreams.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">continue dreaming.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">go beyond anything i could ever think of.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">take risks.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">embrace youth.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">but at the same time embrace growing up.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">enjoy every single chill i get through my body.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">music & love.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">they go hand in hand.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">both give me chills.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">both make me smile.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">both need emotion to function.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">they're both wat i long for in life.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">they're both wat keeps me going at times.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i'm happy.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">a bit confused.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">but how is that out of the ordinary.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">starting to understand people.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">smiling.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i can't wait till 4:30 thursday.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Till we meet again...</span>mackahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839364694810406074noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9104061894737870854.post-84692036109826116062010-03-25T17:55:00.004+11:002010-03-25T18:21:50.516+11:00very odd<span style="color:#660000;">this week has been so odd.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">very up and down.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">wanting to bury myself in a hole one day, then the next having so much energy & not being able to stop smiling.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">last night i went out.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">to a bar.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">in ballarat.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i know right. a tad dangerous.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">but i did.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">did not drink because i was being responsible and driving home.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">but still had a fun night.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">talked with a third year mt for pretty much the whole night.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">twas interesting.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">then went home at 10:30 so i could sleep a bit.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">walked into the kitched and was greeted with a mass of dishes.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">so me being me, suddenly had a huge urge to clean.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">so i washed all the dishes, unloaded the dishwasher, put another load on, and cleaned the whole kitched with some multi-purpose cleaner that i managed to find.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">it was so much fun.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">woke up at 7 all ready for boot camp.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">my day has pretty much been like that the whole time.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">very much full of energy.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">smiling the whole time.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">sort of in love with michael buble.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">gah...</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">and now i'm sitting listening to Next to Normal and wanting to cry.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">every single aspect of my life is just flooding all at once upon my heart & head.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">some good.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">some bad.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">wonderful memories of laughter & endless smiles.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">issues pending on me at the moment.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">missing people like crazy.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">pink sequins.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">centrelink forms on my bed.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">excitement of getting mail for the first time today <span style="font-size:78%;">Yes i was pretty much running round the house in excitement.</span></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">tommorow is friday.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">but i won't cry today.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i will smile.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">take the clothes off the line.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">make fish for dinner.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">watch A Chorus Line for repertoir assignment #2.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">go to bed. keep the routine.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">continue being Jane who i'm expected to be.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Plain old Jane with her quirky style & odd sense of humour.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">who really has no idea wat she's doing at any point of any day.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">and often talks before thinking.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i wouldn't be able to change this even if i tried tho.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">hmmm.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">well my gorgeous fish who's been waiting in the fridge so patiently since tuesday is getting impatient, so i think i will go cook it.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Keep smiling all.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Till we meet again...</span>mackahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839364694810406074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9104061894737870854.post-44419190912426581032010-03-23T20:43:00.002+11:002010-03-23T20:59:28.826+11:00gah<span style="color:#660000;">I HATE WEEK 4.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i'm very tempted to leave this as my blog but i think i'm going to use this space of white blank to let all my emotions out.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i feel like going to bed and sleeping.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">forever.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">with my friends.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">and family.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">and loved ones.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">and never having to look at another million assignments.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">or search after a lost library book.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">or cook dinner.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">or try and keep well.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">it's all just getting so hard & i'm a little bit over it.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i realise i'm going to bed before 9:30 every night.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">this also sounds like i'm whining and i hate that so i think i'll stop.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">and go to bed.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">cannot wait till the weekend.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Till we meet again...</span>mackahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839364694810406074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9104061894737870854.post-10496884313807660642010-03-21T22:19:00.003+11:002010-03-21T22:51:02.325+11:00another sunday night<span style="color:#660000;">it's another sunday night. finished another week. lived another weekend. starting a new cycle again.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">it's another sunday night. i'm sitting in my bed. under the covers for once. the weather's starting to like me.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">it's another sunday night. i feel a bit like a man. don't know why. maybe cause i'm wearing a man's t-shirt to bed.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i can hear <em>strange one</em> just coming home thru the door. us two girls are in our rooms. in bed. "asleep". </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">we both came home to quite a few finished beer bottles that had been consumed over the weekend. we're both quite intrigued. </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i love looking round my room & seeing what i'v kept from certain people & events. it makes me see what i find important in my life and how i treasure moments and people so much.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">my "calming" box from secondary school wen i start to become a stress head. 3D glasses. photos. soft toys. a balloon. food that is so precious i'm scared to eat. pink sequin headband (with matching wrist band) <span style="font-size:78%;">i'm cool like that :P</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> my favourite 18th b'day cards. money from america. a piece of white & orange paper with a number on it. and my weird obsession and love of candles.</span></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">this weekend is another one of those weekends when i just want to rabble on and on about how much i love my friends. </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">and how amazingly blesssed i am to hav them. cause seriously, they're incredible. </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">each one of them. in their own special way. </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i will fall asleep soon with a smile on my face after such a wonderful night & day.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">they exhausted me to the core this weekend. blisters forming. legs prob won't let me get up in the morning. but still...my smile will be there.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">the extreme happiness i felt walking around the city with them.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">annoyance at times. having many a "Joey" moments. learning to work together. i wouldn't trade it for the world.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">and i do hate being away from them. but i'm definitly learning to treasure every single moment wen with them. makes it amazingly worthwhile.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">even wen they strip the blankets off ur sleeping body to wake you up.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i still love them.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">so so much.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">for the world.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">"...forgive, and you will be forgiven."</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">-Luke 6:37</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Till we meet again...</span>mackahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839364694810406074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9104061894737870854.post-45042245583440115482010-03-18T19:00:00.007+11:002010-03-18T19:29:16.377+11:00almost weekend<span style="color:#660000;">hello my fellow bloggers.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">well last night was st patricks day.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">last night <em>strange one</em> got a tad tipsy and very emotional.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">last night i played scategories & lost.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">last night i couldn't stop eating burger rings.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">last night as soon as my head hit the pillow i was out to it. alcohol??</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">also, last night someone got stabbed right near my beloved uni.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">then this morning i got up early and went to bootcamp and did pilates.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i'm sort of starting to admire the amazingness of mothers & fathers.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">the way they manage to fit everything into their day.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">meals.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">washing.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">cleaning.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">dishes.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">chores in town.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">personal cleanliness & hygiene.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i honestly don't know how they do it.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i'm stuffed.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">maybe it's a repitition thing.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">hmmm.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i find it really embarassing wen i'm sitting at my dinning room table singing my absolute heart out with the window open and people walk past.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i mean i suppose i hav some sort of excuse.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">but still...</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">gah embarassing :S</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">And tommorow is Friday!!</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">which means i'm going to yabc tommorow night.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">and going home tommorow night</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">and it's the weekend!!</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">this makes me extremely happy </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">:)</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Till we meet again...</span>mackahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839364694810406074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9104061894737870854.post-76973307649504383742010-03-16T18:19:00.005+11:002010-03-16T20:00:15.911+11:00staying awake...<div><span style="color:#660000;">wat is it with the weather lately?</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">it's just messing with my body system.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">last week it's absolutely freezing cold & i'm sitting on the couch with two jumpers on, snuggled </span><span style="color:#660000;">under a doona, & the heater blazing.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">this week i'm in singlet & shorts, sweating away.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">gah it exhausts me!</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;">i am so tired.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i shouldn't be this tired.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">really.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">but i am.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">so tired.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i can't even be bothered eating.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i just want to lay down & sleep forever.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i may just do that.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">would make life easier.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">wouldn't hav to go to bootcamp in the morning.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">or write this critical studies assignment.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">or think about the black spider in my underwear drawer.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">or hav to think about emotional complications that i don't particularly want.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">it really would make life easier.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">saying that, i wouldn't hav a life if i was asleep.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">hmmm interesting concept...</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i love my housemates.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">really i am so blessed to hav them this year.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">the dynamics in the house are just wonderful.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">plus <em>strange one</em> can cook wonderfully.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">:)</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /> </div><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i hav now discovered how to use my oven and washing machine.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i'm proud of myself.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">it makes life easier too.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">hehe.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">ok so if i go to bed soon, i will get around 12 hours sleep.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">this sounds extremely amazing.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">may just do that.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">forget the millions of assignments i need to do.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i'm sleeping.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">"</span><span style="color:#660000;">With him is strength and wisdom..."</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">-Job 12:16</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYv3yFqbf6TFKfGJlci7fKcZd-_BfBsUxW4sojcer4i0VFFGKC8yufD-QlsciOb_lf0Ik7Ksa3F5ccZKfHSjDYnddkM6IHcIHYXFdgVc4M3tAGeoRRaROakR71kcO6lEtxx2J3As1iMKjI/s1600-h/363.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449149705975687986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYv3yFqbf6TFKfGJlci7fKcZd-_BfBsUxW4sojcer4i0VFFGKC8yufD-QlsciOb_lf0Ik7Ksa3F5ccZKfHSjDYnddkM6IHcIHYXFdgVc4M3tAGeoRRaROakR71kcO6lEtxx2J3As1iMKjI/s320/363.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Till we meet again...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span>mackahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839364694810406074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9104061894737870854.post-70766369284168617142010-03-14T19:00:00.004+11:002010-03-14T19:26:57.569+11:00nothing<span style="color:#660000;">i am sitting with my family in my loung room laughing our heads off at biggest loser.</span> <div><span style="color:#660000;">i feel sort of bad, but the commando really is hilarious.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">ah the joys of family life.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">so i feel like my life is:</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">weekdays=uni</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">weekend=get to live life</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i mean dont get me wrong, i love uni.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">but as for writing a blog, it feels as if hav nothing to write about.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i go to uni each day.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">get completely exhausted.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">know i hav to do assignments.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">sit in front of the couch thinking of the asssignment i hav to do.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">then go to bed because i'm completely out to it & most likely hav to get up before 7am.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">and it makes me sad that my life actually seems quite boring.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">BUT...</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i did hav a wonderful weekend :-)</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">hmmm now that i think about it, i slept for a large portion of it.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">but i slept all of that with my desired person of choice so i'm happy.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">well i'm sorry but that is my life at the moment.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i miss my beautiful friends so so much.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i really do need to see them soon.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i'm starting to go insane.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#660000;">"Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom."<br />-Psalm 90:12</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2sqTMso9Yu-VNdHeSaExOkz8u_C-5UaSpGsGnVZYU1PpGvW2Lss6lCdmcsqNm3YplfeMaA2H9zlBvXULC1PfbrVtGaa4waWj7vs2IiDUNnosAeZAWX65VO04MuUQ62TqGvavmnIpzuool/s1600-h/us.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448402135831638674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2sqTMso9Yu-VNdHeSaExOkz8u_C-5UaSpGsGnVZYU1PpGvW2Lss6lCdmcsqNm3YplfeMaA2H9zlBvXULC1PfbrVtGaa4waWj7vs2IiDUNnosAeZAWX65VO04MuUQ62TqGvavmnIpzuool/s320/us.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#660000;">Till we meet again...</span></div>mackahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839364694810406074noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9104061894737870854.post-57440071497724568352010-03-06T20:44:00.004+11:002010-03-06T21:29:58.240+11:00new<span style="color:#660000;">i cant believe i hav moved.</span> <div><span style="color:#660000;">out of home.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">into a new home.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">new room.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">new people.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">different feel & smell.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">new sounds.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">new temperature.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">new views.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">different dynamics.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">different food.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">it reminds me of moving to plc.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">but better.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">it all lies ahead of me.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">and it's a tad exciting.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">this morning i woke up & started to pack my room up.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i hav an unbelievable amount of stuff.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">just random stuff.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">took a LOT of it.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">packed it all in my little car.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">my desk included.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">and me & myself drove along the all too familiar road to ballarat.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">know that road way too well.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">got caught in a couple of crazy storms.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">the sky was brilliant tho.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">and it is now 8:49pm and i am sitting on my bed which i picked up.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">just ate grilled flake, a potato cake, & chips for dinner.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">watched Princess and the Frog.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">drank sprite.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">did dishes.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">looking round at my new room for at least the rest of this year.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">my desk in front of me.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">wardrobe to the left.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">window to the right.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">cant wait to get properly settled.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">it will just be so great.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">ok just was a complete failure in life.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">went to get a drumstick from the freezer to eat.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">started unwrapping the paper.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">was not coming easily.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">pushed it a little too hard.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">it collapsed in my hand.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">so embarassing.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">glad no one saw it. </span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">and this information is only to stay between us bloggers ok.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">hush hush.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i find it interesting how you can be perfectly normal, calm & collected one moment, then you either see, hear, or feel something, and it completely is turned up in the air.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i had this experience today.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">and it didn't even directly effect me.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i just suddenly stopped breathing.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">became shaky.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">started talking to myself.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">the body does weird things wen it wants to.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">so can the mind.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">and it often is frustrating.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">especially wen ur driving.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">need a song to sing.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i need offers!</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">wat could i sing that would be suitable for me??</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">anyone!?</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">thank you in advance :)</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">"Be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to anger;"</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">-James 1:19</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgok2Y0q3SaBKqn8cI_TaGLIUHV_mtp8bv-hJrkDLEGefXcbblo8ZLF6Ng4hbf0HLFBA25BK6BolnqdqMBwLK9mzYiuk50Op0Xn8rsvGuKXsejk9U6Wl2UioBIP9LwyKc2hab0jKZzxV3Fc/s1600-h/pics+from+old+computer+1281.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445464756054981426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgok2Y0q3SaBKqn8cI_TaGLIUHV_mtp8bv-hJrkDLEGefXcbblo8ZLF6Ng4hbf0HLFBA25BK6BolnqdqMBwLK9mzYiuk50Op0Xn8rsvGuKXsejk9U6Wl2UioBIP9LwyKc2hab0jKZzxV3Fc/s320/pics+from+old+computer+1281.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#660000;">Till we meet again...</span></div>mackahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839364694810406074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9104061894737870854.post-76729464460261093512010-03-05T21:19:00.004+11:002010-03-05T22:16:12.938+11:00end of a week<span style="color:#660000;">i did not want to get out of bed this morning.</span> <div><span style="color:#660000;">really didn't want to.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">slept in about half an hour over my alarm.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">and turns out i didn't even hav to get there early.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">cause my mentor can't meet at 9:30am on a friday.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">ah fun times.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">but had a nice strawberry smoothie with people while waiting. </span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">would hav prefered to sleep tho.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">so my car trips this week hav been great.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">been really tired so had to look at things to keep me awake.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">this is wat today consisted of that made me smile.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i went round a roundabout.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i was listening to classic FM.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">just as a car passed me, a lady was singing opera on the radio.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">the lady in the car yawned at the exact same time.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">it looked like she was singing the opera.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">it made me laugh.</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#660000;">you know i was thinking this morning about marriage.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">doon't know why.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">and still can't seem to work it out.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">how important a thing it is in life for people.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">but really ur just deciding to live with them forever.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">just two human beings living together.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">sharing thoughts.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">laughing together.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">being unafraid to let emotions & feelings go.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">being yourself.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">helping make decisions with each other.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">it really doesn't seem that hard.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">if that person really is ur best friend of course it could work.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">this thought just seemed to occupy my car trip this morning.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">very weird...</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#660000;">had a full day of learning & rehearsing coreography to the song we learnt tuesday.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">so much fun but really intense.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">me being tired didn't really help either.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">and huge assignment to do!!</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">ah it's a cool assignment, but intensely a lot of work and no class time.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">the weather today just intrigued me.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">little things.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">drops of rain.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">how so many tiny drops of water all at one time can make a huge mess of water.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">on me.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">getting me wet.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">then the storm clouds.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">oh wow.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">just amazing.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">incredible.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">the view i saw was just indescribable.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i would hav taken a picture but not even that could hav given it justice.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">the clouds were seriously so close i could hav touched them.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">the colours ranged from a bubbly white to the blackest of blacks.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">then beyond that were the mountains below a beautiful blue sky.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i almost drove off the road i was so intrigued.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">there's a part in my trip home that for some reason i always think about the song playing on the</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">radio at that time.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">it always seems to be a girl singing.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">the first time i did it i was trying to work out wat the song was actually about.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">if it had any deeper meaning to just wat was being said.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">it was literally just about sex.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i'm pretty sure i could hav come up with something deeper than that.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">so every day since, i hav tried to listen to the song playing and wat it was about.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">love usually.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">how typical.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">moving in tommorow.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">get to sleep in tommorow.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">get my new bed tommorow.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">ah tommorow.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">finally.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">and the weekend.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">long weekend.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">after only one week i'm ready for a long weekend.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">this could be a problem i'm thinking.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">"Above all, continue to love one another fervently..."</span></div><div>-<span style="color:#660000;">1 Peter 4:8a</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ko1rVkhCphvYZR_pSn2b18eoMKjlPtGEpYCnVCICICD07LdDJ_D7HJFvyPkYaUMboQS5qIPzJ1G7-qC9e-ml83el4qPUftXA02CApRFkUoXa0LZiRUeCk8bS5rfP81JKVikYjwX90gCu/s1600-h/ange.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445105746185066146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ko1rVkhCphvYZR_pSn2b18eoMKjlPtGEpYCnVCICICD07LdDJ_D7HJFvyPkYaUMboQS5qIPzJ1G7-qC9e-ml83el4qPUftXA02CApRFkUoXa0LZiRUeCk8bS5rfP81JKVikYjwX90gCu/s320/ange.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">Till we meet again...</span></div>mackahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839364694810406074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9104061894737870854.post-39191173621865115402010-03-04T21:42:00.004+11:002010-03-04T22:13:53.274+11:00i'm not weird<span style="color:#660000;">so tonight i was really excited to write my blog.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">don't know why.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">but i raced to my room, then raced to <em>turk's </em>room where the comp was.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">sat down. got all mentally prepared.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">and low & behold.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">the internet decided to hate me for a while & would not let me write it.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">this made me very sad :(</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">so i went & got into my pj's and now here i am.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i'm sort of rushing it tonight, even tho i'm in the most talkative mood.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">hav to be in ballarat in 12 hours.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">gah.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">ok so i'm happy to be in D ballet & jazz.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">fantastic to go back to basics.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">really great.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">love the classes.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">but D tap.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i'm sorry but i really would like to move on from taps & shuffles & simple simple combinations.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">it's just so frustrating.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">grrr it just makes tap classes boring which is the last thing i want.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">however music theory was soooooo much fun today.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">hav the most amazingly funny & great teacher.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">and he knows my name!</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">not sure why.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">think i was a tad weird in that class today.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">couldn't stop talking.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">and being outspoken.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">oh well...at least he knows me.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">car trip home was great.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i tried to eat dried fruit while driving.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">ended up having to fetch a piece that had fallen down my top.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">quite awkward & uncomfortable.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">not sure why im sharing this fact with you...</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">then after that small incident, i got out my container of fruity bites that i had packed this morning for my 'play lunch'.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">tried to balance this open container on my lap while driving round corners.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">it could only end in disaster.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">BUT...</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">it didn't.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i was amazingly vigile with my driving & eating at just the right times.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i was very proud of myself.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i then thought i should get a list that whenever i think of something that i will prob forget but would be really good for this blog and i would write it down.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">this is all happening while i'm driving.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">so i try to find a piece of paper.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">then a pen.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">then think of things.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">so here i am, driving, trying to concentrate on the road, thinking of things to write, then getting the pen & paper on the steering wheel and attempting to make out any words on this piece of paper.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">other drivers out on the road, you really should be wary of me.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i'm dangerous.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">bought my bed today.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">and a WARM WOOLEN underlay.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i can't believe i'm moving on saturday.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">thats not tommorow but the next day.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">wow that's weird.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i really am looking forward to it tho.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">sorted out with <em>turks</em> wat i'm taking.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i admit, i think i hav a majority of mine and her clothing.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">woops...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><em>scottie </em>made us sit at the table at dinner & go round telling everyone about our days.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">he's very cute.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">very cool quote that i just had to write down tho from him.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">"I think it's due in the 8th week of March."</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">uh Ange...</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i love him.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">anywho i need to go to bed, to sleep.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i'v become a bit addicted to sudoku lately.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">before i go to sleep.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">in bed.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">but i get too tired to concentrate then make a mistake which annoys me.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">tonight i will go straight to sleep.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">"Always glory! Always praise!"</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">-Romans 11:36 (The Message)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiea9UVMgCeBRPHEvkmRt2JoQmcQtiOPJIUwDMRkGx7CxESXrEwD3UFt-Qzhduhs-cB8z9J14i4ONanRhGvJ82JKg1PlbRuzor88d3YZnER9hOCTInMsvbBvGPIhuMSnKsc9k-_V3VuTfEZ/s1600-h/PC010612.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444734467706062274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiea9UVMgCeBRPHEvkmRt2JoQmcQtiOPJIUwDMRkGx7CxESXrEwD3UFt-Qzhduhs-cB8z9J14i4ONanRhGvJ82JKg1PlbRuzor88d3YZnER9hOCTInMsvbBvGPIhuMSnKsc9k-_V3VuTfEZ/s320/PC010612.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Till we meet again...</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span>mackahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839364694810406074noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9104061894737870854.post-72455427299745182492010-03-03T21:11:00.003+11:002010-03-03T22:08:26.148+11:00ub mania<span style="color:#660000;">Can i just say, i cannot wait to get fit & toned.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i am hoping that my kill-worthy weekly jazz class & almost daily boot camp will help me achieve this.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">it had better, cause i'm not going to this torture class for nothing.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">saying that, i had sooo much fun.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i really hav an amazing teacher.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">lectures ub style are pretty awesome i must say.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">standing up on the lecture theatre stage making poses to the 3 audience members taking pictures was quite fun.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">a very unique lecture i'm thinking compared to other courses.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i enjoyed the warm weather in ballarat today.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i savoured it as i'v heard it will not come very often.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">wore black which prob wasn't a good idea as it seems to soak up sun.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">i'm smart....i know.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">things that hav made my day today:</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">pizza for dinner.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">sytycd.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">my bed.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">waking up to a text.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">james taylor.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">my family.</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">also, note to all the chocolate that could possibly come into my life: </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">IF YOU ARE IN MY WAY, I WILL EAT YOU. SO I SUGGEST YOU STAY OUT </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">OF MY WAY. PLEASE. THANK YOU.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">"I have hidden your word in my heart that I might not sin against you."</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">-Psalm 119:11</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrV1SZrTIB6ELsxywvwMZpanAXQdJUQiaeo-hF7oRpYx-w7qjZP4UFSQVhhV2i-BvXtkXijUQdPWjbdUrPRweO-Gq-5UvmpK9J14n6RD3Qmg6rAmfYCzu71PAMX1xqLwGe4clYaDEe1qrD/s1600-h/ub.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444362535358705122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrV1SZrTIB6ELsxywvwMZpanAXQdJUQiaeo-hF7oRpYx-w7qjZP4UFSQVhhV2i-BvXtkXijUQdPWjbdUrPRweO-Gq-5UvmpK9J14n6RD3Qmg6rAmfYCzu71PAMX1xqLwGe4clYaDEe1qrD/s320/ub.jpg" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Till we meet again...</span>mackahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839364694810406074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9104061894737870854.post-67555745048474087802010-03-02T21:11:00.004+11:002010-03-02T21:44:43.634+11:00tiredness<span style="color:#660000;">well another day has passed me by & again i am so very tired.</span> <div><span style="color:#660000;">this tiredness thing is odd.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i am wanting to go to bed early.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i find it amusing.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">fun.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">to get to sleep.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i feel proud of myself for getting on the pillow so early.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">knowing i will get enough sleep to last me till 7pm the next day.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">then the cycle starts again.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">a few things are making themselves known to me at the moment. </span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">they are good, interesting, bad, depressing, and probably no interest to you at all.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">firstly, i am missing people so much.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i suppose i hav never really been a heavy socialite...well not until recently anyway.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">thought i would be fine.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">make new friends.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">life moves on.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">but it is tuesday.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i am missing my wonderful <em>nacho 5 & co. </em>so so much.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">it's ridiculous.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">how am i ever going to cope?</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i just don't like it very much.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">secondly, my computer is soooo slow.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">this worries me.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i hav to use it this year.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">something is seriously wrong.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">wat am i going to do?</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i just don't like it very much.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">thirdly, i need a bed.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">this actually excites me a bit.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">get to go bed shopping tommorow in ballarat on my own.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">my evil excited eyes are starting to make an appearance.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">muahahahaha.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">uni today was great.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">enjoyed an amazing acting class, then great singing repertoire class.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">saw passion in my teachers.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i really liked that.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">it inspired me.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">was slightly depressed by a 98% unemployment rate in the industry.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">how wonderful...</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">but i'll enjoy these three years.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i don't need to worry.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">just live.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i want the weekend to come.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">so badly.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">if i breathe & keep writing a blog every night, it will eventually come.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i'm trusting on this theoretic notion of mine.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i really feel quite blan & my brain isn't giving much out tonight so i appologise.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i am sorry.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">so sorry.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">s.o.r.r.y.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i am so depressing.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">just get me off the computer.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">this is ridiculous.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i need to sleep.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">goonight.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">"T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far...and Grace will lead us home."</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"><em>Amazing Grace - </em>John Newton</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWgJinS6-byUbSjShyTNbuYdezeQ-qG7eMMB0zMGv_RzWV22rmEUibNSgn7SKmv60uVsEjsaZ_qshg3Svtph3BmJ9YU3p-A8MUA6QzRoyF4BvPQN8TXk5UIaUsoF9HHLbnDPr3kgtCIG52/s1600-h/photos+from+big+comp+084.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443984940666508194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWgJinS6-byUbSjShyTNbuYdezeQ-qG7eMMB0zMGv_RzWV22rmEUibNSgn7SKmv60uVsEjsaZ_qshg3Svtph3BmJ9YU3p-A8MUA6QzRoyF4BvPQN8TXk5UIaUsoF9HHLbnDPr3kgtCIG52/s320/photos+from+big+comp+084.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;">Till we meet again...</span></div>mackahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839364694810406074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9104061894737870854.post-92149329689198001292010-03-01T19:15:00.006+11:002010-03-01T19:48:47.809+11:00confusion<span style="color:#660000;">i dont know whether this is weird.</span> <span style="color:#660000;">i feel like everyone was excited this morning starting uni.</span> <div><div><span style="color:#660000;">especially my course.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i wasn't.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i'm just so confused.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">this is wat i want to do right?</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">yet why hav i been thinking about how hard this life is going to be?</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i just feel i want to be normal.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">go to uni. get a job. marry. hav a family. not hav to struggle thru life.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">look today was great.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">honestly.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i didn't hav to sit thru boring lectures.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i got to go to a ballet class & breathe in a singing tute.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">but...i don't know.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i just can't work out why i'm questioning this, cause i'v wanted it for so long.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">my head just feels all over the place.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i want to roam.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">drive forever.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">explore.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">take pictures.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">be spontaneous.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">live. actually live live.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">let things happen.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">be free from institutions.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">eduational institutions.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">smell the sea breeze one day.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">climb mountains the next.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">then come home & settle somewhere.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i mean wat is life?</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">why do we seem to worry about getting degrees & having to get a great career?</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">all the pressure that society has on us.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">it just seems ridiculous sometimes.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i want to be unique & different.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">take risks.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">have fun.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">not worry about other people.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">they're just people.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">why on earth do we worry about them judging us?</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">from the first second of laying eyes on us, they judge us.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">we get over it.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">it's not a big deal.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">it's human being's brains working.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">they do it.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">we do it.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">so then why do we often change our whole life we live because we're scared of it?</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">the people who dont judge us & love us for us are the one's to be scared of.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">but are certainly the one's to be treasured beyond belief.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i want to be normal</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">yet</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i want to be unique.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">this will never be resolved.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">"Do not worry about anything..."</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">-Philippians 4:6a</span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggQcV7IvBBg3kUvkfC-woNOADHUCUJHcwe3vp2S2pd9Mox6JjHM9zpMFts8HxOtq_8p6H51pw59QRt77VM7FAg0HJj3BBDLk5H_x9wOJ4LCoKajaVmFPs1HaGeViWRqAFE7oHnlY5FqdOn/s1600-h/freedom.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443584113403562338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggQcV7IvBBg3kUvkfC-woNOADHUCUJHcwe3vp2S2pd9Mox6JjHM9zpMFts8HxOtq_8p6H51pw59QRt77VM7FAg0HJj3BBDLk5H_x9wOJ4LCoKajaVmFPs1HaGeViWRqAFE7oHnlY5FqdOn/s320/freedom.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8sVgN0iuNVG20bmEMPXVPOF7dxjJZshP7kuMCsdBZLldd5GgAozM0HkIAgorST0OXsrBSb_I80pFrWhC25mNteNj77RUqPEyig1HdcBgBbL6iMzQiBTW4PEDJnsXjVT3pLUQiK0swBCKA/s1600-h/freedom.jpg"></a><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;">Till we meet again...</span></div></div>mackahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839364694810406074noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9104061894737870854.post-55836183570930537002010-02-28T22:00:00.004+11:002010-02-28T22:30:15.408+11:00new adventures<span style="color:#990000;">today shall be short & brief because i'm going to bed because...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">TOMMOROW I'M A UNI STUDENT!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">wow extremely weird to say that.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i honestly thought at one stage in my life that people in yr 7 were old. </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">then yr 10.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">then yr 12.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">then uni.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">um wat the? </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">how hav i become one of these.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">and the coolest thing is, tommorow my day consists of a ballet class & singing tute.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">this makes me extremely happy.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">gotta love uni.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">did a lot of driving today.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">wen not driving i was chasing a 7yr old who had endless amounts of energy.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">wen not doing either of them i was running away frm <em>turks & scottie </em>in the gardens.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">then wen i had a chance & was doing none of the above, i was eating frozen yoghurt.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i am so tired now as a result.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">that is why my bed is desperately calling my name.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">so tonight is extremely short, i'm sorry.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">all i can say is that i really can't wait to move into a house wen i can buy stuff.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">couches.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">beds.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">art work.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">vases.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">tables.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">random cool statues.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">picking colour schemes.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">cocktail glasses.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">crockery sets.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">i really am excited.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">my life awaites me :)</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">"You're a good freeway driver."</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">yea thanx for that love.</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">p.s. i wasn't actually crying. <em>turk's </em>added it for dramatic effect. but i was deeply hurt :P</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">"A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity."</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">-Proverbs 17:17 </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXi0sGydDkVw3rbdY8q5q-ofPsP3ZDudtKAyrlNAaDAkr6n5a0qXR-YRnjbZv1yXXZqY0cVzhKps7lqV_pU7CdYdxX5f7a8MQTnDz2h5kxJpDSQN5Ux6XypuHbVZsbt-k4lBoGasrDF5sX/s1600-h/panda.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443252155097956578" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXi0sGydDkVw3rbdY8q5q-ofPsP3ZDudtKAyrlNAaDAkr6n5a0qXR-YRnjbZv1yXXZqY0cVzhKps7lqV_pU7CdYdxX5f7a8MQTnDz2h5kxJpDSQN5Ux6XypuHbVZsbt-k4lBoGasrDF5sX/s320/panda.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Till we meet again...</span>mackahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839364694810406074noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9104061894737870854.post-51747506329339077462010-02-27T21:35:00.003+11:002010-02-27T22:45:46.661+11:00smiling at life<span style="color:#660000;">i hav seriously had one of the best, amazing, invigorating, guilty-ridden, fun, fantastic, wonderful, junk food filled 48 hours. words cannot express how happy i feel just at this moment.</span> <div><span style="color:#660000;">and the thing is, i suppose nothing extraordinary has happened to me.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">no trip across to antarctica.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">didn't fly.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">wasn't named the world's miss universe...not that i want that.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i simply spent time with some of the best people i know.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">the people who make me smile.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">who, even after spending a whole night & half a day with you, will run up & give you the most amazing hug. as if i was a long lost friend.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">who forgive me for bursting out in random laughter at 5 in the morning.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">the kind who know all my secrets, seemingly without me even telling them.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">the people who i always look forward to seeing, no matter what.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">the neverending jokes we hav.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">who are considerate, yet brutely honest about almost everything.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">the so completely different mix of people, wen blended together, make the smoothest, coolest, tastiest, funnest, exciting treat you will ever get.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">thursday night consisted of WAY too much to be able to be completely justified with words.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">the ball sliding on <em>exfoliate's</em> tiled floor while pre-drinking.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">the talks that should NEVER EVER EVER be repeated.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">quotes that shouldn't but will always be remembered.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">silly city folk who think that the possum is chasing them.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">symbolic fern tree throwing.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">my agility to dodge many a sprinkler...in heels...in the dark.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">the "You can't die! Who will plan my funeral properly?"</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">but then the "Maybe dying together would be symbolic."</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">who are we dying from?</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">a drunk guy, in a taxi, cursing at us.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">ordering (and inventing) a McNothing.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">the fact that 4 of us get in a bed together, clearly all knowing we won't all end up there in the</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">morning. why do we bother really??</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">the curse of the women's figure skating.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">the goodbye's.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i really thought that i should catch up with my lovely parentals of mine after my time away.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">indian food.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i should hav expected it from my parents really.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">but it was a nice meal & catch up time.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">drove ALL THE WAY out to lilydale.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">seriously, why do you live in lilydale?</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i'm pretty sure we'v actually had this discussion before.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">sang while driving.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">very loud.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">glad i was alone.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">didn't take one wrong turn.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">yay!!</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">was greeted quite splendifidly with chocolate...and champagne...and red wine...and video games.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">and a really cool internet ordered pizza.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i mean i didn't eat the pizza.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">it was just the cool internet ordered thing that excited me.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">surprised i didn't get nightmares frm my marathon of shooting people witness.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">tho was quite thrilling at the same time i admit.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i dreamed of elephants...baby elephants.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">hmmm.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">it was just an amazing night.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">can't stop smiling.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">didn't want to go home.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">p.s. i'm sorry i haven't thought of ur code name yet. it will come eventually.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;">picked up <em>scottie </em>from dancing.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i feel like such a mum.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">"I'm picking up my child frm dance class."</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">thought we could get something to eat, but just ended up wasting half an hour.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">driving very close to the cbd.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">but yet again, didn't get lost.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">am babysitting at the moment.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">reminiscing on my past two days.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">children are all in bed.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">house is quiet.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">dark outside.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">feel so old.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">and it's different.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">it's new.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">things are going to change.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i honestly can't help that.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">but i do know that things i want to remain the same, or even get better, most certainly will.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">things that i want to change, i will change.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i now know that i can be stronger.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">in my heart, i want to be stronger.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">and i don't want to let people down again, even if they hav no official reason to be let down.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i know exactly how they feel.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">and i hate it.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i will try my absolute best to do this.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">because they hav to smile.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">they have to.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">"I can do all things through Christ which strengthens me."</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">-Philippians 4:13</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtgcdd1q9fbuHDH_n5DGqt_FMrc5sn4D4SoWuYAmebcTyj_k10Gmrjp2RGlelheIu1yLqumxFoGNpA2kh8SK7X5ekbwjN3tpoO9IS7nXOQAHvXmnaDPVuSAHHuRhyphenhyphen3l24IMl_gWCDoLrEO/s1600-h/jane.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442886730055203122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtgcdd1q9fbuHDH_n5DGqt_FMrc5sn4D4SoWuYAmebcTyj_k10Gmrjp2RGlelheIu1yLqumxFoGNpA2kh8SK7X5ekbwjN3tpoO9IS7nXOQAHvXmnaDPVuSAHHuRhyphenhyphen3l24IMl_gWCDoLrEO/s320/jane.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#660000;">Till we meet again...</span></div>mackahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839364694810406074noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9104061894737870854.post-78814835695357732272010-02-25T09:46:00.007+11:002010-02-25T10:35:03.864+11:00All I have to do is smile<span style="color:#660000;">it is thursday today. wow wasn't expecting that.</span> <div><span style="color:#660000;">the last three days hav seriously felt like at least a week.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">ah the joys of o-week.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i'll just give a brief overview of my 3 days cause going into detail requires thought, which i really don't hav.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">first day: great start</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">apparently i had declined my offer some time in the past few months.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">gah why me?!</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">but continued on like i was a normal uni student.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">listened to lots of people talk.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">walked around a lot.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">met lots of people.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">ate a sausage.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">discovered if i keep my car in ballarat, i will soon become a taxi driver. which i don't particularly want. so i will hav to think of something to restrain this from happening. hmmm...</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">did something i regret HOWEVER will never do again. this is a promise to myself. never ever.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">lasagne for dinner.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">PARTAY that night.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">typical ballarat weather, it decides to rain.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">the house is tiny.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">backyard is massive.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">it is raining.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">can't breathe inside.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">get wet outside.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i look like a drowned rat. i was so sad :(</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">there seemed to be a never ending amount of people that i had to meet & introduce myself to. can't remember anyone's names. plus i shouted the whole night. sore throat today...</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">Day two: learned about a...wait for it...boot camp!!</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">so doing it. i'm quite excited. three morning's a week. 7:30AM. woo...kill me now :P</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">HEAPS of informations drilled into my head, finding it hard to remember it all. hopefully will come back to me wen i am in need.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">went out to the movies that night to see Valentine's Day. look typical romantic chick flick. wat do you expect. but it made me so happy :D well i enjoyed it anyway.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">very close to having a massive spaz attack that night. very close. i then told Daddy & <em>scottie</em> about it. they encouraged me. wat the?</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">Dad: "you should of just blown up and become really scary"</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"><em>Scottie: </em>"yea like this" *pushes me REALLY hard against my desk*</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">how are the two men of my house encouraging me to be violent. this is so not them. but i suppose with the victim in mind, they would encourage it...</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">drove home listening to amazing music which made me feel like i was in a movie scene, in new york, driving home at night, thinking about everything emotional in my life. i tried to do that, but i was in ballarat & my emotional life i either didn't want to think about or wasn't worthy of cutting a movie scene.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">Day three: dance streaming.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">twas average. think i'm probably in lowest dance level.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">but to be honest, am surprisingly happy about it. i just want to learn the basics again which i haven't done in soooo long. it will be a basis for which i can improve on.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">listened to a looooong 1 & 1/2 hour OH&S lecture on injury & injury prevention. </span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">was made a cool ice cream invention for dessert that night. </span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">neopolitan ice cream, banana, cinnamon, strawberries, & a dollop of cream. so so so nice :)</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">drove home. home!!</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">love being alone in a car. i get to sing & put the music up LOUD. it just makes me soo happy.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i'm pretty sure the last 1km to my house i almost flew up the road i was so ambitious to get there.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i got attacked by <em>turks & scottie</em> while still in the car.</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">love those two.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">i now hav 4 days off. </span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">with wat shall i hav the pleasure of doing with them?</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">only time shall tell i suppose.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">"There is a friend who sticks closer than a brother."</span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;">-Proverbs 18:24</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisvC8hzEEKD6YsMp9eGvPDZgLLQ8vYMpUWnaQCEK1KI1_Ra7a6j-ipMTob8Tubn22CiItdmb2s8jVVLG7uZ6eRDjV_1ifHWgksjc9WAk5aCOCdSa4Oi3CoIItaNXAUARuMU0AVTF2P40vw/s1600-h/Picture0003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441956179990872386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisvC8hzEEKD6YsMp9eGvPDZgLLQ8vYMpUWnaQCEK1KI1_Ra7a6j-ipMTob8Tubn22CiItdmb2s8jVVLG7uZ6eRDjV_1ifHWgksjc9WAk5aCOCdSa4Oi3CoIItaNXAUARuMU0AVTF2P40vw/s320/Picture0003.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;">Till we meet again.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisvC8hzEEKD6YsMp9eGvPDZgLLQ8vYMpUWnaQCEK1KI1_Ra7a6j-ipMTob8Tubn22CiItdmb2s8jVVLG7uZ6eRDjV_1ifHWgksjc9WAk5aCOCdSa4Oi3CoIItaNXAUARuMU0AVTF2P40vw/s1600-h/Picture0003.jpg"></a></span></div>mackahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16839364694810406074noreply@blogger.com0