Saturday, July 31

The most wretched feeling is knowing that someone's crying, but not being able to hold them.


I'll be here

When you cry, I can hold you
When you fall, shed no tear

When you lose your light in the naked night
I'll be here.
I'll be here.

When you fail I can soothe you.
No more harm. No more fear.
On the coldest climb; to the end of time.
I'll be here.
I'll be here.

I'll be standing by, trying to comfort

Hoping I am enough.

I'll be flying high,
Crying myself into happiness I've never known.
A life I thought I'd never own.
Maybe I've been dreaming, and this moment isn't real.
How else can I explain this power that I feel?

You can run; I'll forgive you.
I'm the one you can call.
I will need you, I will feed you,
I will lead you to the clear.
I'll be here.
I'll be here.

Yeah. General gist; if you're my friend, and you're needing of help, I'm still here. Even if you think we're not close anymore, or I act like an idiot, or whatevs, I'm still here. If you have a crisis moment, I'm still here. Because you listen to me rant and rave and worry, I'll do the same.

And I don't care if you think I'm getting sentimental at my old age.

For you my friends, anytime. 

Ramble 7

I have been "busy" (meaning I haven't been bothered blogging cause it takes too much time), but I have been wanting to blog, therefore I have this list of stuff which I wished to blog about pinned to my desktop. They are as follows with the following titles. 

Point 1: Masterchef
Nothing much to say, except that I found it extremely hilarious. I cannot take that show seriously, because of the high dramatisation. It's like a soapie. Was very amusing though. One of the first things that struck me was Adam's uncanny resemblance to Manny from Black Books. It's bizarre. The resemblance is even stronger when Mr Chef lets his hair down.

Point 2: Jess/brother
Well, they had a lovely FB exchange about why I should or should not be going to the formal, which I am still yet to procure. Will post that as soon as I dig out the rest of it.

Which brings me to point 3.

Point 3: Formal
Not going.

Point 4: Winter Concert
Was brilliant. I couldn't stop smiling. Concert Choir was a lot better than I had expected, and the vibe there was great. Stage Band was epic. Anton, however, was a different story. After going through ten billion reeds (give or take nine billion nine hundred and ninety-nine million, nine-hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine-hundred and ninety), I still couldn't find one which worked properly. Ran down to Allan's during my break of two hours to buy reeds; unfortunately, there seems to have been a whole hoard of bass clarinettists who had gone in prior to my arrival, and there was not a single pack of size three Vandoren's in the Billy Hyde section of Allan's (I didn't know it existed either). So it was a toss-up between size two Vandoren and size three Rico. For those who are not versed in reed knowledge, that's a strong reed in dodgy brand, or a weak one in a good brand. Bought three Ricos. Should've gone for Vandoren. Should've bought both actually. So none of those three worked to my expectation, which I found to my detriment, so I dug out an old Gonzalez at the bottom of my clarinet case, which had been sitting there for so long it had bent so it curved away from the mouthpiece, making it exceedingly difficult to play, but giving it a very strong sound. So that worked-ish for orchestra. However, after interval, Anton decided to combust altogether, and wouldn't play in the second register. Changed reed, tried again, didn't work. So for band and finale, I was playing in a constant state of fear, and with many squeaks thrown in. Not one of my better performances. Sigh.

Point 5: Trains/delays/masterplan Tuesday
No, it wasn't my masterplan for world domination involving trains and delays which I dreamt up on Tuesday. It was just the fact that it took me an hour and twenty minutes to get to Flinder's on Tuesday, something which usually takes me half an hour. And, to put it into context, I managed to almost finish listening to The Masterplan, a B-side album by Oasis, by the time I jumped on the train. I had a few minutes to go, and would've finished had I not bumped into someone to talk to.

Point 6: Collapsing asleep
Embarrassing, and quite a weird sensation. I was leaning against the plastic thingy on the train Wednesday morning, listening to my music and being in that state of half-consciousness one gets when one attempts to sleep on the train. I think I tried too hard this time, cause my left knee actually folded, and I almost collapsed. I was then in fear, and didn't try to fall asleep again.

Point 7: Jennifer's pen
I loved how Jen had a mini-freakout in revs the other day, lamenting the fact that she had lost the "revs" pen which matched all her other pens which I couldn't replace on her birthday cause she had bought them from Vietnam. She found it sandwiched in her book by the end of the lesson. Good job.

Point 8: Colours
I got music half-colours. Although I may have already reported that. 

So scratch that. 

Point 9 8: Castrol
My brother found the extended edition of Ronaldo's Castrol ad, now complete with "ezilaratin playcez" and "otha playcez."

And I love you Julia, and I think you're a beautiful, smart, clever, funny little bundle of joy, and that heart counts for more than brains in this world. 

Monday, July 26

I'm lifting you up, I'm letting you down. I'm dancin' til dawn. I'm foolin' around. I'm not giving up, I'm making your love. This city's made us crazy and we must get out.

Sunday, July 25

you know you got it bad when you're stuck in the house, you don't wanna have fun, they're all you think about. You got it bad when you're out with someone but you keep on thinking bout somebody, you got it bad.
Which, now that I type it out, doesn't make much grammatical sense at all.

Lesson of the day: never learn grammar from Usher. You'll fail English. Especially seeing as that should be "u got it bad."

Saturday, July 24

Warm fuzzies

God that sounds rather sickly sweet and disgusting. But I do feel pretty damn good at the moment.

Saw Knight and Day. All I can say is don't see it. Not worth the time or money. Alright, that's harsh. You get to see Tom Cruise without a shirt on. That is all. But hey, it was partly free, cause of our Toy Story 3 reimbursement, although that wasn't actually much of a reimbursement, seeing as they didn't give us our money back as Knight and Day wasn't in 3D. Stupid Hoyts. Boycott. Want to see Inception sometime. Sounds good. According to reviews. Haven't seen the trailer yet though...

A very good day. One of the best I've had in a while.

Gonna testify

It's Saturday; for the first time in ages, I don't have maths tutoring. Then why the hell did I wake up at 6:45? Stupid internal alarm. I curse thee.

Felt quite on top of the world yesterday, for reasons unknown. Maybe if I gave a blow-by-blow account of the whole day it would explain things.

Before school: Nothing happened. Alice was late and I didn't see her? Maybe that made me happy...I really love you Alice. Oh yeah, walked the last hundred metres to school with Julia, who kept telling me that it was 'alright.' And kept doing so for the rest of the day.

Period 1: Skipped methods to rehearse for choob ensemble, because we needed it. And I must say that Beethoven sounds pretty damn awesome when we just have one person on each part. We're actually getting the hang of it. Lakme was...interesting, as was Csardas, but nothing a bit of practice can't fix. Funsies.

Period 2: English. Yeah...

Recess:...I ate, I guess? Nothing much. May have seen Jess. Oh wait I did. Oh yes. We got very excited about this formal, and what we want to perform, and everyone kept telling me it was alright. I felt fine for some reason. But thanks for the concern anyway.

Form Assembly: Discovered that I got half music colours. Let out 'the mother of all barbaric yawps' after I opened my little envelope of joy. Now must write an acceptance speech.

Period 3: Music. Listened to Autumn Leaves.

Period 4: Played Shostakovich...mmm...

Lunch: Stage Band. Played Autumn Leaves.

Period 5: FREE. I LOVE THE PERIOD 5 FRIDAY FREE. We sat in the cold, decorated Viv's chicken box, walked up to the music suite, went to the library, had a ten minute D&M, had a very long hug.

Period 6: French. Jess and I scribbled all over each other's diaries. They're going to turn into little bundles of wisdom by the end of the year. Also must do vocabulaire chapitre quarante-quartre. Zut.

After school: Viv took her chicken home in a cardboard box, which made for an amusing tram ride in which a complete random talking into his hands-free was peering into the box, and describing what we were doing to his conversation partner. And Viv was humming to it to calm it down. All very amusing.

After after school: Went to le Chaddy with la famille et Marie, had an amusing time creating a bear. Also bought a pair of Aviators for my duck, which sorta don't fit, but they were so cool. I mean, if I can't get real Aviators, I might as well get the next best thing, right? Which were mini-Aviators for $7.50. Baha.

Tired, with a sleepy-headache, but feel good. Off to breakfast.

Also got back on Neopets. This was a while ago, but I was very excited. My next goal is to get the gold trophy for Magma Blaster; my highest score is 778, and last time I got a silver trophy. At the moment, the top three on the high score table have 756, and two with 754. I can so do this. Must practice though, my best score this month is only 716. However, that already got me onto the third placings. Currently 25th on the board. Dammit.
Gonna testify, come up in the spot lookin extra fly. Before the day you die, you gone touch the sky, you gone touch the sky baby girl. 

Thursday, July 22


MACROB MAIL IS NOT WORKING. WHY IS IT NOT WORKING? JUST WHEN I HAVE TO SEND SOMETHING TO A TEACHER. Well actually it is working, I just can't seem to find the address book button, and thus cannot email said teacher. I had actually done the work. I'm on at 10pm because I was doing the work.

Well, actually I was talking to people, but that's beside the point.

So today, we had a "fire." I thought it was weird that the doors were all closed. We have this little magnetic system on the doors, and I'll assume that the magnet must be turned on for the doors to stay open. Anyway, they all turned off, and it was amusing because everyone was so oblivious to the fact that the fire alarm had gone off, and one of the teacher's was trying to figure out what was wrong with the doors. It was amusing. And when I went back up to the music suite, I asked Cat about the doors, and she said that the alarm had gone off. Total unpanic. Until our co-ordinator came up and confirmed that it was actually an alarm. So we stood in the rain for about fifteen minutes, which was lame. And had another fifteen minutes rehearsal. No idea what the "fire" was, and the MFB guys who came didn't seem to be in that much of a hurry either. Amusing. I regretted leaving Anton in the music suite to perish, and my lunch. I was so hungry.

And thanks again to Jess for the emotional support. There, now you've got your third post.

This formal thing is stressing me out, and it's ages away. Why am I even stressing? I have a dress, I have shoes, both which I didn't need to buy. It's fine. Gah.

And no, of course my voice isn't ridiculously low. Why is that the only comment anyone ever makes when I call them? Why oh why? Of course it isn't true...

10:08pm as an afterthought: I'm feeling strangely at peach. Although that will probably go out the window when I play in music tomorrow with my slightly unprepared and difficult (for me) piece.

10:10pm: I meant peace. Not peach. Yeah, you can tell I'm tired.

Wednesday, July 21

Ramble 6

So today wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I had a slight freak out last night over English, French and piano. Mostly French and English. French wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Alright, it was. It was terrible, and I can't count the amount of times I said 'je ne comprends pas' et 'pardon?' But it's finished now, and on the up side, at least I won't walk into the oral component next year and freak out cause I'll have had some sort of crazy experience, and I'll know more about what to expect next year for Alliance, and for VCE.

English I was freaking out because I hadn't written an essay as requested for my English tutor, who was more forgiving than I deserved, and talked me through it all. And now I think I get it more. At the start of our session I was considering changing into Englang, and by the end I was half-assured that I would eventually get this text response lark.

Piano...I'm actually quite pleased at the moment. Although I probably won't be by the end of the week after playing through the trio and performing Shostakovich on Friday.

A big shout out to Jessica for listening to me ramble, complain and freak out for about one and a half hours. And for giving me a slight confidence boost in giving me French conversation. I wish I could do as much for you.

And at the moment, I'm trying to call you. Why aren't you home?

Mother said I can go to formal. Slightly opposed to it, and so I'll attempt to ease this guilt by being nice and everything (cut and paste that attempt; add an 'ing' and stick it in front of 'being' instead). But I'm getting ridiculously excited already. Woop.

Jessica, come back. I need to call you for a crisis moment.


Tuesday, July 20

To have someone hold you could be the greatest medicine of all.

Saturday, July 17

Ramble 5

Point 1: Went to three competitions at Manningham over the past two days. By now, you should've somehow realised what you're not to do...which is to cram music. Went pretty well though, got an honourable mention for Prokofiev, and a 92 for the Shostakovich, which was actually terrible. Not me being modest and hard on myself terrible; actually terrible. Don't know how I got that. I think that the adjudicator is more of an "overall feel" type person rather than "must be technically accurate" type person. But yeah. Went pretty well. Although I did massively kill my Bach...well, it wasn't that terrible. Just the fact that my opening C minor chord was terrible. I hit a C sharp. It was excruciating for everyone - Sarah attempting to half-release the pedal in order to lose that embarrassingly atonal note which I depressed rather tentatively, and I could just feel everyone cringing...other than that, pretty good.

Point 2: I forget. Erm...nothing.

Point 3: Winter Concert. Which I guess could've replaced point two seeing as point two was essentially nothing. But Winter Concert is coming along fine and dandy. To an extent. Band is better than I have ever heard it, choob ensemble is coming along alrightish, and orchestra is also alrightish. Finale...we shall see at the rehearsal tomorrow. We shall see...and stage band...well yeah. I'm playing in the easy one which doesn't require improvising. Woo for piano. According to Gonch, us Macrob ones are just going along to look pretty. Sounds like a plan.

Point 4: I shall be going to bed now. Or nowish. It's taking a lot of effort to type something which is recognisable as the English language.
Please let this be the motivation I've been looking for.

Monday, July 12

Harya estel nin. Hantanyel órenyallo.

Once again, I find myself having to thank people for putting up with my stupidity. Here we go.

Cheryllyn. Thanks for being there for these past...twelve years? Eleven? Dammit we're old.
Jess, for listening to be even though you'd nomed. I shall smirk at you L:
Alice for the shoulder.
Julia for...eating all my Oreos.
Hasini for not asking questions when I randomly jumped on her in the corridor.
Jessie for giving me that stupid frog smile and wave combo of yours.
Eadie for the hug.
Marie for worrying.
My brother for...being my brother.
My parents.
Titanic for providing musical comfort.

Right now, Talk is speaking to me. It really feels like it is.
Oh brother, I can't, I can't get through. I've been trying hard to reach you cause I don't know what to do. Oh brother I can't believe it's true. I'm so scared about the future, and I wanna talk to you. Yeah I wanna talk to you. You could take a picture, something you see. In the future where will I be? You can climb a ladder up to the sun; or write a song nobody had sung, or do something that's never been done. Are you lost or incomplete? Do you feel like a puzzle; you can't find your missing piece? Tell me how you feel. Well I feel like they're talking in a language I don't speak. And they're talking it to me. You could take a picture, something you see; in the future, where will I be? You can climb a ladder up to the sun, or write a song nobody had sung, or do something that's never been done. Do something that's never been done. So you don't know where you're going and you wanna talk. You feel like you're going where you've been before. You'll tell anyone who'll listen that you've been ignored, and nothing's really making sense anymore. Let's talk. Let's talk. Let's talk. Let's talk.
Harya estel nin. Hantanyel órenyallo.                         
Have hope in me. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.  

Sunday, July 11

Ramble 4

Not so much a ramble as a compilation of songlines.
landed, stranded; hardly even knew your name
- Talk Tonight, Oasis

I'm so scared about the future and I wanna talk to you 
so you don't know where you're going and you wanna'll tell anyone who'll listen that you've been ignored. And nothing's really making sense anymore.
- Talk, Coldplay

Ahh. Just realised that both of those songs involve talking. Woop.

Also finished reading Chain of Hearts, which slightly hurt my heart, and freaked me out, and made me happy, all at the same time. I love books.

9:58am -
Be near, just for the moment. Stay here, never go home. Did you know? That everything she ever does is for you. So it goes that the story of a broken heart comes true. Comes true. 
- Story, Maroon 5
10:11am -
 Remember cuddles in the kitchen, yeah, to get things off the ground. And it was up, up and away. Oh, but it's right hard to remember that on a day like today when you're all argumentative, and you've that face on.
- Mardy Bum, Arctic Monkeys

11:19am -
It really didn't make sense just to leave this unresolved.
- Face To Face, Daft Punk

Yeah, I'm listening to music while doing revs, hence the constant updating of lyrics.

Friday, July 9

:I do not understand

I do not get the :I face. Is it meant to be some sort of face which represents meh-ness? Or bemusement? Confusion? About to barf? And if so, does it work outside the Times New Roman font? Things are moving too quickly for me. My sister's using it, and I'm still trying to figure out what it means.

My awesome Ugg Boots also arrived today, but alas, mother ordered them a size too small. Thus, I am tromping around everywhere with them on in the possibly-vain hope that they will magically expand. My feet are pressuring them like a mob boss who wants to know something, and hopefully they, like the helpless hostages they are meant to be, will crack under said pressure. That's the plan anyway. Don't know how effective it may, or may not, be. And my last post was very long, and exceeded the tag limit of 200 characters. Shall go tag it now, and only do the what I deem to be important ones.

Toy Story 3: Part II

Finally (well after a two-day delay) watched Toy Story 3 yesterday, and our large group of about seven or eight people dwindled down to J-dawg, me, Marie and my sister. Verdict: It was good. Because it's Disney/Pixar, and they always manage to make awesome movies. I can't think of a movie which has been a flop. Listening to songs I got off my five volumes of Disney right now.

May it be an evening star shines down upon you.
May it be when darkness falls, your heart will be true.

It was sad, and I almost cried, which is good. Haven't cried in a movie for a while. I love Buzz, but then I realised he had no abs, because he's got this weird springy squidgy thing in his middle where he should have stomach muscles. But I'm sure he would have them if he could. So after I came home, I proceeded to listen to You've Got A Friend In Me eight times. It's a pretty short song, so I didn't really get sick of it.
You've got a friend in me. When the road is rough ahead, and you're miles and miles from your nice warm bed; you just remember what your old pal said. Said you've got a friend in me.

Jessica, I can see that sock puppet.

You walk a lonely road. Oh! How far you are from home. 
Mornie utúlië; believe and you will find a way.
Mornie alantië; a promise lives within you now. 

Also finished watching the first Lord of the Rings last night, and almost cried, which is also good. Then I had May It Be stuck in my head, but because I seem to have misplaced the soundtracks of the first and second movies, I couldn't listen to it. Will get it from Aly soon though. Can't wait. Also cannot wait for a massive LOTR marathon during the summer holidays. Baha. 

May it be the shadow's call will fly away.
May it be you journey on to light the day
When the night is overcome, you may rise to find the sun.

Songline of the moment:
This silence is slowly killin' me
From the new Maroon 5 single, entitled Misery. Because the chorus goes something like: I am in misery. Yeah, it's not that great. I miss their Songs About Jane days. I loved that album. Top-five, if we use that word as an adjective, because I think there are more than five albums which I have said to be top-five. Mmm...they would include:

Mornie utúlië 

Definitely Maybe - Oasis, 1994
(What's The Story) Morning Glory? - Oasis 1995
The Blueprint 3 - Jay-Z, 2010
8701 - Usher, 2001
Discovery - Daft Punk, 2001
Songs About Jane - Maroon 5, 2002
The Lord of the Rings (all three soundtracks) - largely Howard Shore
Ratatouille Soundtrack - Michael Giacchino, 2007
Up! Soundtrack - Michael Giacchino, 2009
Parachutes - Coldplay, 2000

Believe and you will find your way

Albums I would describe as top-ten:

Mornie alantië

FutureSex/LoveSounds - Justin Timberlake, 2006
Evolver - John Legend, 2008
Abbey Road - The Beatles, 1969
The College Dropout - Kanye West, 2004
Late Registration - Kanye West, 2005
Graduation - Kanye West, 2007
Confessions - Usher, 2005
It Won't Be Soon Before Long - Maroon 5, 2007
Bad - Michael Jackson, 1987
The Masterplan - Oasis, 1998
Favourite Worst Nightmare - Arctic Monkeys, 2007
Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not - Arctic Monkeys, 2006

A promise lives within you now

In no particular order. But it's more of an adjective...yeah. I make up adjectives. 
Back beat the word is on the street that the fire in your heart went out.
And just had news that Nadal's going to the World Cup final. He's adorable. 
A promise lives within you now

Wednesday, July 7

Toy Story 3: Part I

So we (being Bec, J-dawg, Viv, Viv's-friend-Sam, Marie and I) ventured out into the city yesterday in high hopes that we would be watching Toy Story 3 (in all it's 3D glory). So we got there with about ten minutes to go, and there was this massive huge line, but it was alright, because there are usually twenty minutes worth of ads anyway. And thus we bought our tickets (which were very overpriced), and proceeded upstairs (with Sarah still ranting about daylight robbery). Bought food, went to the toilet. Waited outside the cinema with a huge crowd for about twenty minutes because for reasons unknown, they did not want to let us into the cinema. So finally we were let in, about twenty-five minutes after advertised session time. Sat down, got the food out, laughed our heads off (well, I laughed) because I put three pairs of glasses on and found it immensely funny. Then five minutes later someone walks in to tell us that there is a problem on level two, and that we were to evacuate and stand outside the State Library awaiting instructions. So we trotted off like good evacuatees (although MC wasn't actually being shut down), and waited for another ten/fifteen minutes for our contact to appear, during which time we froze, talked, and I discreetly (or made an attempt at discreetness) listened to She Will Be Loved about five time. Yes it's currently going round my head. Then we were eventually told that Hoyts was closed, and that we were welcome to see any other movie at any other Hoyts at any other time, as long as we kept the ticket. Stupid. Lame face. Wasted our time going into the city just to eat lunch. KFC. Lame. Very lame. Sat talking for an hour or so over lunch, then went what can loosely be termed as 'shopping' i.e. Naomi, Viv and two French Exchange students actually looking at stuff, Julia, Sarah and Viv's-friend-Sam tagging along in all our coolness. Ja.

Yes. What a lucrative trip into the city. And that was a lot of brackets I used.

Shall finish with some happy things i.e. Rafa:

And watches:

All these watched are from Swatch, and are ones which I would consider buying if I had money, and if I had a Swatch shop lying around somewhere. As it is, I have neither, so will have to content myself with staring at them until Christmas, when my brother said he would get me one. This first one's called Water Ripple or something equally poetic, hence the little dizzying circles on the band. 

This one's Menthol in butter menthol? I don't know. Although it does have soothing connotations. I like the pretty little gems thingos on it. It's cute. 

Deep Stones. Hence the stones which are embedded in it. Deeply. A little simplistic; probably would look too bulky on my hand. Maybe. That's the problem with just staring at pictures. You can't figure out whether or not it will look good. Clothing and shoes is easier. Which makes me want to mention that mother/brother found a cool-looking pair of Ugg boots online for me. They do look cool. 

And that leaves Check Pea. Probably not quite formal enough for my liking, but if it was just an everyday watch, I'd get this one. It's cute and fun too. Look at dem swirlz. 

So yeah, stay tuned for Toy Story 3: Part II.
Tap on my window knock on my door I want to make you feel beautiful.

Tuesday, July 6

Sing one you know

Nadal won Wimbledon. It makes me all bubbly and happy. Congrats Rafa.

Those guards look pretty chuffed to be in the photo. I wish I were a guard at the All England Tennis Club or whatever it's called. There's a nice quote which is written on the player's tunnel in the entrance to Centre Court:
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two imposters just the same
...which sounds nice, but it makes more sense when you stick the whole poem in.

If you can keep your head when all about you 
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings 
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son! 
- Rudyard Kipling 

I'm currently playing Sparks on repeat. It's so nice, and it doesn't really develop. It's quite drifty.

Did I drive you away?
I know what you'll say,
You'll say "Oh, sing one you know."
But I promise you this,
I will always look out for you.
Yeah, that's what I'll do.

Sunday, July 4

What we do in life echoes in eternity

Finished watching Gladiator last night. Couldn't cry. Wanted to. Couldn't. Was slightly annoying. Then once we finished, we proceeded to do stupid things such as rolling around on the couch and squishing the giant Pikachu. It was amusing at the time, alright? It was 11pm; everything's funny then.

Marie is of the opinion that Australians eat too much...I can't say I disagree. But eating is so much fun.
Brothers. What we do in life echoes in eternity. 
I knew a man once who said, "Death smiles at us all. All a man can do is smile back." 
Those giraffes you sold me, they won't mate. They just walk around, eating, and not mating. You sold me... queer giraffes. I want my money back.  
Cause that's the only possible explanation.

Saturday, July 3

Ot playsus, cold playsus

Now I'm back on this computer. And I now have the list of what I was going to post sitting on my desktop. First of all, Nike's ad for the World Cup, which is rather cool, even though all the guys in it are no longer in the World Cup.

Homer is rather amusing.

As is Ronaldo's Castrol engine oil ad.

Ot playsus. Cold playsus...End...sodowy.

He speaks such cool English. Baha.

Viva España (complete with the little twiddly thing)

Yeah, so I thought that Wimbledon men's final was on the same night as the World Cup final. I believed that tennis started at 10:30pm, and football started at 4:30. I WAS WRONG. I AM SO GLAD I WAS WRONG. I thought it was a tad weird. It only really hit me this morning, when Nadal got through to the final after a brilliant win over Murray. Well, it was straight sets, but anything Nadal does is brilliant. He brings such energy onto court. C'est tres cool. Beckham was watching in dismay. His son looked very disappointed. So yeah, I sorta realised that it would be just a tad ridiculous to be playing the final a week after the guess who's going to be up tomorrow night in front of the television? At least they broadcast this one in Australia. I watched Roland Garros in constant fear that the streaming channel would suddenly die. Not to mention my tv has superior graphics to the live streaming. Vamos Rafa. You win Wimbledon. You tank. He's playing Berdych, of all people. Seems like the guys having a great run. Reminds me of Del Potro at US Open last year. Should be interesting to watch. I think Rafa's gonna win, but Berdych might get a set. Or, heaven forbid, he might win. However, I have faith in Rafa. He's in fine form at the moment.

Might get up to watch Spain and...Paraguay (?) tomorrow morning. Maybe. I do have a masterclass in the afternoon. Mmm. Shall decide later. 

I am currently listening to You Belong With Me on loop. This is the...sixth or seventh time I've listened to it in about half an hour. I don't know why. 

Got halfway through watching Gladiator last night. I have a love/hate relationship with that movie. I hate how sad it is; it makes my heart ache. It kills me. And for the same reason I love it. It's just I don't really like feeling like that all the time. I don't know what it is. It's some sort of admiration, mixed up with some sadness and a little joy as well. Quite a strange, strange feeling. Heartstricken...I need a better word. That sounds too violent. And I don't want to repeat sad joyous and admiring every time I need to describe it. Any ideas? 

I'm sure there was other stuff I was meant to blog about, but the list is on the sticky-note on my desktop on my own computer, and at the moment I'm using Michelle's iMac, so I'll stick that in another post another day. 

And I bought a wallet from Calvin Klein yesterday for about 50 bucks. Awesome. It looks alright, and it was 70% off (I love the end of the financial year. And Taylor Swift is starting up again.) I also used my keycard for the first worked. Much surprise. Rather exciting, in a lame sort of way. 

Friday, July 2

Gone fishing

You know that group on Facebook, something along the lines of "listening to depressing music when you're in a bad mood" or something? Well, it's very apt. I'd join it, but I can't be bothered, and I'm stubbornly morally opposed to joining every group which applies to me. For some reasons, wallowing in sad music when you're sad is really...well, it's not helpful in any way shape or form, but it does feel nice. For some strange reasons. I just can't take optimistic music when I'm sad. It's weird.

So yeah, we (being my immediate family and Marie) went up to Metung for three days on Tuesday. Was very relaxing, and all thoughts of studying went out the window. Instead, the days were spent playing cards, rolling around on the heated floor, and watching Black Books. It was much cool. The apartment we stayed in was very noisy in, it would challenge even a ninja to creep around unnoticed. I found this out to my dismay when I randomly woke up at 4:35 Thursday morning to go to the toilet, and the floor creaked, the bedroom door was stiff, and the toilet door squeaked. Excessively. It was ridiculous. On the upside, we did catch about fifty bajillion fish when we went out to the lake Wednesday night. Alright, six. It was ridiculous though. Marie caught four. Michelle and I both caught one, and the men caught zilch. Marie had all the luck. Incidentally, she didn't come with us Tuesday night, when we didn't catch anything.

Songling of the moment:
Some might say that sunshine follows thunder; go and tell that to the man who cannot shine
It wasn't too long ago that I was attempting to help people think they're way out of troubles. It doesn't work, does it? Apologies to all those people who I tried to help but couldn't really, seeing as it is very difficult to randomly rewire your thinking. I really am sorry. So next time you come to me, I won't attempt to change the way you think (well, I probably will. But with more understanding. I promise.)

I've been listening to You Belong With Me quite excessively since Wednesday or Thursday, when I blasted it over the speakers during a car trip. It actually has more depth than I ever gave it credit for. Yes, the same You Belong With Me of Kanye-interruption fame. That was funny. And the song is surprisingly incredibly sad. Such yearning. I hate songs with yearning. And longing.

You say you're fine I know you better than that.
I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're gonna cry. I know your favourite songs and you tell me 'bout your dreams.
Those are the bits which pull at my heart. And I'll let you know that I do not like Love Story. Though I'd put that out there. Although, knowing me and my hypocritical ways, I'll love it in a few months. Although I highly doubt it. It just doesn't strike anything with me.

And I listened to the radio today. What is this riding solo business? Who is it? What is it? Judging by it's lyrical depth, I'll assume that it has an equally deep and clever name, such as Riding Solo. Although I also heard Love Song by Amelie. And I just looked it up on youtube, and the lyrics were slightly different to what I heard...I think I heard the clean can look it up by yourself.

Thursday, July 1

Ramble 3

I am famous. Look. (that's a link by the way. You can click it. I just can't figure out how to make links different colours.) I have been mentioned in someone's blog. Thank-you my great-aunt/distant-relation. One day I'll figure out exactly how you are related to me. But friend is one label I can use. Thanks for mentioning me there, because it actually makes me feel as though there is someone out there who is reading this. Merci beaucoup. Now I am going to have to look up what exactly a "slice-of-life" blog entails.

Other than my new-found celebrity status, many other happy things have happened of late, to real celebrities. Nadal is through to the semi-finals, which is pretty damn awesome. Playing Andy Murray of Australian Open fame, where he won because Rafa retired, which was slightly lame. And um...there's no way of saying this gently, so I'll just say it. Federer got knocked out. Oh yeah. Baha. I'll stop being so mean. But I think he is getting old. Oh yeah. Time for some Rafa domination. Only twenty-four. Got ages to go. Yeah boy. 

Other Spaniards have also achieved, which I woke up at 4:30 yesterday morning to watch. Spanish football team is now through to the...quarters I believe. I think. If I can count properly. Was a very interesting match. Poor Portugal. As soon as Ronaldo got anywhere near the ball, three Spanish guys would just jump on him. As a result, he barely touched the ball. 

Any other stuff? No? Harry Potter trailer is out. It looks so intense. Really really really intense. Really. Such high drama. Slightly sad though, now that it's all coming to an end. The series of our generation.

And Julia, Himasha and Bec are going to watch Eclipse. Which means I have to ignore them for a few days. Unless they talk to me. Or I feel like talking to them. 

And my Restaurant City is booming. I feel as though I could actually run a restaurant. No I don't. But you get it. But all the ingredients I want can't be sent. Gah. I need sugar. And orange. And mint. Gah. 

Nothing's going round my head a lot, strangely enough. Weird. 
A slice of life story is a category for a story that portrays a "cut-out" sequence of events in a character's life. It may or may not contain any plot progress and little character development, and often has no exposition, conflict, or dénouement, with an open ending. It usually tries to depict the everyday life of ordinary people, sometimes but rarely, with fantasy or science fiction elements involved. The term slice of life is actually a dead metaphor: it often seems as if the author had taken a knife and "cut out" a slice of the lives of some characters, without concern for narrative form. It is sometimes called tranche de vie, from the French.
Thanks Wiki.