Thursday, September 24

On that note

And after an amazing virtual rendition of Stand By Me, I would now like to take two seconds to say that Oasis aren't breaking up (I think), just Noel's leaving. Liam is currently auditioning another guitarist. Try all you like. It's not the same without Noel though. I think there are three types of Oasis knowledgables in this world:

Noel supporters, being the ones going "good for him" and eagerly anticipating his solo album (like me).
Liam supporters, being the ones saying "you can play Noel's songs without Noel" and "he's only a guitarist".
Oasis haters, being the ones going good riddance (i.e. Bloc Party).

Predictably, I am not overly fond of Bloc Party.

I also got ridiculously excited over a poster for a movie entitles Fame that had the tagline "I'm gonna live forever". Turns out it was another song. It didn't look like a good movie. Meh. 
Live forever.

nobody knows

Today is the day that I reveal the reason behind calling this blog made a meal. And the reason is, it's a songline. What a surprise. It's a good song. It's by Oasis (naturally). And it's the loneliest, yet most hope-filling song.

Made a meal and threw it up on Sunday. I've got a lot of things to learn. Said I would, and I'll be leaving one day, before my heart starts to burn. So what's the matter with you? Sing me something new. Don't you know the cold and wind and rain don't know? They only seem to come and go away. Times are hard when things have got no meaning. I've found a key upon the floor. Maybe you and I will not believe in the things we found behind the door. So what's the matter with you? Sing me something new. Don't you know, the cold and wind and rain don't know? They only seem to come and go away. Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be. Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be. Stand by me, nobody knows, the way it's gonna be. Stand by me, nobody knows. Nobody knows the way it's gonna be. If you're leaving will you take me with you cause I'm tired of talking on my phone. There is one thing I can never give you; my heart can never be your home. So what's the matter with you? Sing me something new. Don't you know? The cold and wind and rain don't know, they only seem to come and go away. Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be. Stand by me. Nobody knows, the way it's gonna be. Stand by me, nobody knows. Yeah, nobody knows the way it's gonna be. The way it's gonna be. Maybe I can see. But don't you know the cold and wind and rain don't know? They only seem to come and go away. Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be. Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be. Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be. Stand by me, nobody knows. Yeah, God only knows the way it's gonna be. 


And I am suddenly stricken by an amazing nostalgia for Vermont. Again. Rather strange actually. I think it's cause I keep looking at photos of their doings and stuff, and it pulls at something in my heart. But it's not really something I really want. Otherwise I'd go back, wouldn't I? No, it's just, I'd like to see some people again. Yet at the same time, I don't. It's more an interest to see whether or not anyone remembers me. Whether or not I made an impact on anyone's life.

Monday, September 21

Danananananananadananananananana

I saw a Batmobile on Saturday at The Glen. In reality it was just a Lamborghini ("just" she says), but very sicked up, fooooly done over mayte type of Lamborghini. Sleek, black, funny looking spiky things at the back. Very short though. I was taller than a car. Yay for me.

See how Batmobilish it looks? How awkward if Batman had walked past...everyone was staring at his car.
I also had a job interview/trial thing on Saturday (being the reason why I was at The Glen in the first place) to see how I was "on the floor" as I was told. I guess I was pretty unexciting "on the floor" seeing as a total of a about five (okay, I lie, about six) customers turned up. I think I disrupted some conversations with "HI HOWYA GOIN'?" but they seemed pretty cool about it. I was told that supervisor lady would "call me next week", although that might just be a snub, or I might have the job.

Tuesday, September 15

FedEx delayed...Connex apologies for any inconvenience caused

All I can say is: in your face Federer.

Not that I've got anything against him. Well I do, but you know what I mean. I laughed on the train when I found out he lost. Mean yes, but all those Nadal haters would've done exactly the same when they found out Nadal lost (I'm looking at you Aden) Del Potro just played amazing tennis. Amazing. Pewng, there goes the ball, and you think Federer hitted (hat?) a winner, then pewng pewng, and del Potro returns with equally amazing shot, and pewng pewng pewng, Federer uses his I-don't-look-at-the-ball-cause-I'm-cool-like-that-backhand, and then pewng pewng pewng pewng, del Potro slams it down the court (looking at the ball), and wins the point. His height should've guaranteed him a place with the Chicago Bulls, but that's another matter.

Pity Nadal lost. But he has dodgy form. Del Potro is now second in my list of awesome tennis players. I'll be watching him come Australian Open time. Third is Tipsarevic. Don't even talk to me about Swiss and Swedes.

Today we farewell our Macrobeans for an alarming seventeen sevenths of a week, fourteen of which we would've not seen them anyway, but that's beside the point. Europe is so much further away then the westside.

No calling when you feel like it, no MSN, limited Facebook and e-mail access, no stupid movies to watch i.e. Transformers. So good luck to you guys, enjoy your baguettes, and make sure you indulge in some Noel Gallagher spotting.

Sunday, September 13

Spear

I am job-hunting. When I say that I get two visions/images/scenarios in my head:
1) Me standing in an eskimo suit at the edge of an iceberg, preparing to thrust my spear into the waters to catch a dolphin/walrus etc.
2) Hacking away at snails at the Henessy Hunting Ground (however you spell that).

I spent two hours going on 20+ websites to find a job. I doubt anyone will hire me. At least I have familiarised myself with the tab button as application process went something like this.
Sarah (tab) last name (tab) D.O.B. (tab) Female (tab) etc. etc.

Tuesday, September 8

Like cheese

I wore tights today. For the second time in a week. I shouldn't have. I should've given up after one time. Once a week is plenty. But I did not heed the signs. I wore tights for the second time in a week. During music I noticed a little speck of fluff on them. I pulled it off. Which started a very long afternoon of me checking my legs in self-consciousness as my tights slowly unravelled until there were more holes than tights. Jessie kept laughing at me. It wasn't very nice of her.

Sunday, September 6

A place not far away

So today we traversed the wide world and ended up in Woop Woop. I mean, the road signs were directing us to Yea. That's how far out we were. And we passed the Lilydale train station. And we went to the Lilydale farmer's market. Yeehaw. After seeing a busker bust out his guitar, I decided to do some subliminal messaging to get him to play something cool i.e. Oasis. So I conversed rather loudly with my brother about how I could subtly message the guy to start playing Oasis. And then he strummed his first chords, and I was pretty put out cause they didn't sound like the Wonderwall intro, but then he started singing Songbird, and for his efforts, I gave him all my loose change. Which wasn't much. He did sing Wonderwall later though.

And that was just about the whole excitement of my day. Except that I was quite stoked cause I realised that if I had a chance bumping into some random who knew some obscure Oasis song, chances are that I will bump into another random with knowledge of Oasis songs. I am not as alone as I thought. So I will wait patiently for that day to arrive.

I also cleaned up my room, and observed with a certain nostalgia my Vermont t-shirt. Which made me wonder if all those people who wrote that they would miss me even remember who I am, which I rather hope so because I remember all of them. Not that I've really made a decent effort to talk to them.

But such is life. We meet people, we go on. But they all change us, I think. Even the busker changed me.

Ocassionally we might meet some people who change us so much that we'll continue to talk to them. That is a rare and fine gift.