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!

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!

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!

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. 

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.

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