Friday, July 31, 2009

Coco Chanel


Sports Carnival

The 2009 Athletics Carnival turned out to be amazing! Although La Valla came last...again we had a great spirit and the team were proud losers. I ended up winning the 100m sprint and came second in the 200m sprint, you could say i did my marsha proud! Excluding the failure to chuck a shotput..jump further than a foot in long jump...highjump..novelty,,,eeep.  Hey guys come on participation is the new age champion, don't you dare question my logic! Annnnnnywho, to top off the 6-packer of a day, we had a 250 student dance off, we got funky, and we got plumpy, and we got down right dirty motherlickers! 

Monday, July 27, 2009

Not normally a fan of comical text tee's, but this is just golden!

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Pink Rhapsody

Is this the real life-
Is this just fantasy-
Caught in a landslide-
No escape from reality-
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see-
Im just a poor boy,i need no sympathy-
Because Im easy come,easy go,
A little high,little low,
Anyway the wind blows,doesnt really matter to me,
To me

Mama,just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger,now hes dead,
Mama,life had just begun,
But now Ive gone and thrown it all away-
Mama ooo,
Didnt mean to make you cry-
If Im not back again this time tomorrow-
Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters-

Too late,my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine-
Bodys aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody-Ive got to go-
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-
Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)
I dont want to die,
I sometimes wish Id never been born at all-

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango-
Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me-
Galileo galileo
Galileo figaro-magnifico-
But Im just a poor boy and nobody loves me-
Hes just a poor boy from a poor family-
Spare him his life from this monstrosity-
Easy come easy go-,will you let me go-
Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go-
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go let me go
Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go-
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-
So you think you can love me and leave me to die-
Oh baby-cant do this to me baby-
Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me,

Any way the wind blows....

Thankyou Pink! She puts on quite a show

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Picked up my London tickets today, horah!..init?

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Just recently i purchased my Graduation dress. As exciting as it may be, the hasty approach of November and the evidentual conclusion of my schooling life, is rather daunting! i've been preparing for this for 12 years, and as it gets closer, the more i don't want it too end. The lunchtimes, the classtimes, the stress and innocence are all replaced Well this was the first dress i tried on, and within 20 minutes it became 'The Dress' i hope it will treat me well on the night! eeek, ciao.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Wisdom Teeth - Night One

They decided to bleed...

Wisdom Teeth

Today was a long, grueling challenge. Woke at 5, got to the Nambour hospital at 6:30am, waited nervously for a further 3.5 hours until i was finally operated on. My first time under genral anesthisea, i believe i did okay! Made a funny lispy conversation the the girl in the bed beside me, co-incidentally also form Noosa, Natalie - someone, loverly girl. We both sat there giggling about our inability to shove custard in our mouths, and instead all over our sexy surgery outfits ahah! I am not in too much pain yet, the wounds are still raw and numb from where Eddie removed my wisdom teeth, i can't say i will miss them too much, but there passing on to another place is quite saddening, that i'm getting older and much more independent. Hello world without wisdom teeth! horah!

Sunday, July 12, 2009

seriously sushi

People find ways to harmonise themselves from the daily struggle whether in religion, relics, myths and legends, humanity is always seeking ways to simply...escape. Today, as i rolled, roll after roll of sushi, i found my harmony! ahah Sushi is serious business, yet the accomplishment felt when you find a perfectly moulded roll staring back at you is truly satisfying! At the start of 2009 my inspiration sparked, scoring a job at a local Japanese restaurant, Wasabi. Sushi and Japanese cusine has since fueled my stomach and curiousity into the craftmanship of Japanese food. well i'd thought i'd let you in on my peaceful little hobbie hehe, ciao!

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Hare Krishna

A couple of days ago i found myself under the decay of a Krishna temple. Its short winded ceilings and array of golden decor left me in a place of spiritual phsycedelia. I'm still not certain whether i am influenced by this 'way of life', myself and two other friends spoke with some devotees over breakfast. The food seem to have more capacity then the devotees, they had no real knowledge of the traditional and cultural history of Hare Krishna. Other then the exaggerated and almost joke worthy 'happiness' which they preach, i was sitting wondering where the bong was. Although, overall the Hare Krishna perception of life is rather comforting, these devotees were selling it short, like a dime bag. Never the less, we enjoyed the experience. Hare Krishna!

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Stay Behind the Yellow Line

So lately i've been fed up. People seem to haunt me, and i allow it to graze by, untouched. I guess as well as playing the victim, in allowing it to pass by, i also become part of the problem, leaving things unsaid. I have a few friends, who play a game. This 'game', as i like to call it, can really fuck with the system. They pretend. Pretend to agree, understand, acknowledge, recommend and so much as care what you have to say, and then turn around and use it against you with another friend. Hello player two. It becomes a recurring cycle of finders keepers, losers weepers. Even strategy comes into play, not allowing two people to sit next to each other, cutting of conversation, scheme planning and dividing the group to an extent where you feel like you are the outsider up against your closet and dearest friends. I know it's seems rather an extreme observation, but the pressure to 'stay behind the yellow line' is overbearing at the moment. 

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Night Terror

When your lying in bed looking at the ceiling, it's a hot night, you feel the air stick to you like glue, can't sleep, tossing and turning, you stop. Then all you can think about is your life so far, the last conversation you had with someone familar you saw in the street, the last thing you ate, what will tomorrow bring, what you will wear on Thursday night, how to tell someone you love them. It's these endless nights i dread. Thinking about all my decisions, actions and thoughts through my life, i never surface with much good, the bad decisions, bad actions and bad thoughs always linger on the surface, and i can't escape. Its then that you force yourself to into sleeps desire, knowing you'll have no success. You must search for the side of yourself, you know and love, the positive, trusting side you hope yourself to be, and it is then and only then will sleeps bell ring, summoning your eyes shut. summonging anything shut.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

The Kite Runner

Currently halfway through the gutwrenching piece. I had to stop for a breather, so much emotion evoking from places you throught you'd drowned out years ago. This book, lets you look at a life far from your own, gladly reassuring yourself your life isn't a deam, thank god. This boy entering manhood, yet still haunted by his vainity stricken, rather selfless past, finds his way through his childhood in Kabul a second time. Yet this time all truths which were faintly hinted too him throughout his past, come alive in an hysterical onslaught of contreversal family history. I can't put this book down, yet i'am terrified of how it will end. ciao

Saturday, April 11, 2009


Its Easter Sunday, the day formerly one of my favourite of the year, now slowly conforming to the rest of my mediocre life. Yet this year it isn't so bad, lots of food and lots of fun, and for once the family made an appearance, bravo! Even if it is only my uncle and two astranged cousins i didn't really know existed until a few years ago, it still turned out to be a rather eventful day. On the chocolate side of things, if its one thing i've learned with my teenage years, is too limit my chocolate intake, which is fabulous, i can walk and not feel like vomiting all over the shop. Thankyou for dying jesus this candy tastes awsome. ciao

Phantom of the Opera

It's a saturday, and i just sat infront of 4hours worth of opera. I cant say i didn't enjoy it, it was fairly amusing the whole handsome masked crusader. Christina's skin was breath taking, in all honesty the main reason i kept watching, was so milky and smooth. So therefore i am now fascinated on the drag-theatre scene, contemplating on a masquerade for my eighteeth. Anyway just thought i'd let you in on my dirty little opera secret. ciao

Friday, April 10, 2009

Baking Paper

Possibly the greatest invention known to man. It came up in a conversation today in visual art, and we came to realise it's potenial in the world. Although looking at it on a scientific level it might not seem so extordinary, but that aside its simply revolutionary. Going against all my mothers influences about paper and fire, safety first ofcourse, not this time my friends, go right a ahead! Wrapping sandwiches, to lining cookies, to pretty much tossing it in a fire, baking paper proves it's power, like gripping the vertical side of an egg, so precious yet so fucking strong. Baking paper, it's my kinda paper.