My Marionette

In this fast paced day and age, I miss certain things about the old world. Well I guess I can’t really say that I miss them because I’ve never really had the chance to experience them. But it’s the idea that counts right?

Back in the day, they didn’t exist to work. They lived life; they savoured moments and shared occasions that we barely have the time for these days.

There were once a moment in time where people travelled by train to different cities and appreciated the sights along the way, where a trip to the countryside was romantic through the pure natural beauty of it.

Where did that time go? Since when did we care only about careers and money? I don’t know whether it’s the Christmas spirit infecting my brain, but I really just want to soak in these next few weeks as much as I can.

I want to be swept from this high-speed life to somewhere quiet with new faces and where I can experience new things. Take control of your life like you are your own puppet master.

I need my own escape to that romantic old era. Can someone give me a lift?

- xx

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Rose Coloured Glasses

It's a disturbing truth that a person is more creative and innovative when they're in the darkest of places.

Why is it that a person needs to (generally) be in that dejected state of mind before they can really open up their ideas?

It seems that while life is taking away all you happiness/comfort, it's giving you the gift of artistic genius, sharing a little of its perfection with you as part of a compensation deal.

It's a bitter-sweet moment, when someone can sit and express life in its rawest form.

A moment that I feel is catching up on all of us...


- xx

Simple Pleasures Take Two

Close your eyes, don't say anything.

Just listen...

Famous, but a favourite.

Thank you George Winston.

-xx

Air To Breathe

Fuck you, and fuck her too.

Sorry, just digging the feel-good songs at the mo..

In other news, nothing has really changed. So I guess that doesn't make it news. It's like its the Anti-news, Jeze-news, Beezel-news, in any shape and form the arch enemy of "news".

I guess I might take this opportunity to put a little rant to you guys. I know that's probably the last thing you want to hear and its not really my style to get emotional or woe-y but I think it may have a few therapeutic benefits, so sit tight soldiers...

In the past four years where I've been, it seems that a certain mould has come to be placed on me by those around me. And I guess it's been stemmed from being the quiet one when I first came here, I mean,  "I-said-two-words-a-day" quiet. And because I kinda have a tendency to be a bit more down to earth or "serious" than those around me.

Gee, it sounds like I'm not suited to my friends.

But that's not the case here. It's more of a matter of that's not who I am. I've been set so securely like concrete in this mould of a person who won't laugh, who's not fun or a go-getter or someone who always wants to break up the good times by being too serious.

I just wish people would see it as sense, not a lack of sensibility.

I'm not like that mould, I don't want to be like that mould. But people seem to be giving me no air, and at the moment that's what frustrates me.

...........

Rant over!!

Enjoy the good times while they're here, don't let them pass.

- xx

Black Magic Woman

Summer (spring) is here ladies and gentlemen!

And I welcome it with open arms.

I've finished my high schooling and am now a completely unattached being. There's nothing to study for, and there's nothing that needs to be in. I can simply sit back and loll about. It's bliss.

But then again it's like the calm before the storm. Results are out on the 13th of December and then everything returns to hectic as everyone figures out what they're going to be doing next year.

Fingers crossed for Medicine in Tasmania.


Now that there's nothing to constantly stress me out, I've kinda turned bohemian and "love life". Not saying that its an undesirable way to be, I'm just thinking that its a nice/drastic change from the controlling-nervous-breakdown-stress monster that I was before.

Woo!

Holy shit, (sorry), but I just realised that I can now actually read a book that isn't a textbook!
Or maybe more importantly, write my book.

Yeah, that's right, I have a book on the brain. I've actually had it sitting there for a while but now I have some time to put it down on paper/microsoft word. Anyone that has the slightest connection to me knows that I eat books for breakfast.

Oh, and another great thing about summer? Friends, the beach and summer playlists.

-xx

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