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This whole Carpe Diem shiznit is just not happening for me. *sighs* I think I'll forever be Little Miss Make Sure.
Excuse me while I wallow in my own crapulence.
Aww Clark, if Lana won’t have you I will. The girl doesn’t know what she’s missing out on. It must be nice living on this earth looking as pretty as Kristin Kreuk.
I’ve said it before, but it needs to be said again. Tom Welling is freaking gorgeous. Hot damn! It’s those eyes and that uber sexy grin. Mmmm…*wipes drool off keyboard*
Smallville, the show with more eye candy than should be legal. I could watch it on mute and still be a happy camper.
Tra la la la la
Kase:“And I have to clean my room before Steph comes over on Friday cos it looks like a bomb went off in HMV. There are CDs everywhere!”
Hee! I feel your pain Kase, truly I do.
I cannot go into a music store (or bookshop for that matter, have y'all seen the new huge ass bookstore in the Galleries Victoria?!? Wee! Me likey!) without buying something. Seriously, no matter how strong my resolve not to make a purchase I inevitably do. Laugh at my pathetic will power, but this is a serious problem! I am running out of space for it all and I was forced to really clean my room and not just shove things in drawers and under my bed.
Music is the soundtrack to my life in more ways that I can even begin to describe. In fact, I wouldn't be able to give it up even if you managed to pry my CD player or Discman away from me because it would still be playing in my head. Moments in my life are defined by music, friends are remembered by certain songs, music functions as self-help. In short: I am a music whore.
I am perpetually surrounded by music, and the only time when I am not listening to music is in class (although there was a highly amusing incident when Tahnee and I managed to have a Discman pass as a hearing aid, heh) or when I study (which doesn’t happen as often as it should and usually only happens the night before an exam). I very rarely listen to the radio, preferring to listen to CD’s, songs recommended to me or songs I’ve heard in the background of movies or television shows. My Baraka and Chocolat soundtracks get as much play as Whatever and Ever Amen and Since I left You. Sometimes I get in moods where I listen to songs over and over again, which probably explains why I know so many songs by heart. I’ve had the same four songs on repeat for the last three hours already and I probably will have them on for three more. “This Year’s Love” – David Gray, “Echo” – Incubus, “Goodbye to You” [new radio version] – Michelle Branch, and “Lucky Denver Mint” – Jimmy Eat World.
This time it's on my own…
A dollar under water keeps on dreaming for me
I have a lot of my online friends to thank for introducing me to many of the bands and musicians that have found a much loved place on my playlist and CD collection, especially to musicians who have minimal exposure over here. Mika, Cecile, Frances, Macy and Shan are the main culprits. (And Mika I can’t believe you’re taking down your site *sniff*. I’m in withdrawal. After 4 years it’s incredibly weird not reading what you have to say sis. Ah, I still remember the altern.org days and our gurlpages.com days before that. Long live the pink :p )
And… this is going so left field of what I wanted to say, haha. Oh well.
The music we listen to at work is well, crap, and it’s painful being subjected to listen to it. We’re supposed to play music that really can only be described as elevator music your granny would like. You know, the kind of farm music that you hear on the AM radio stations. The type of music that I wouldn’t dare touch with a ten foot stick and would prefer to listen to the sound of my awful voice singing rather than listening to it. The type of music…ok, well I’m sure you get the idea. Westfield actually has a cassette (uh huh, that’s how ancient it is) that they set as a guideline for the type of music we’re allowed to play, and I am nine kinds of embarrassed playing that in public. The only time when we get to listen to decent music is during the prep hour before we open and the hour after we close whilst we're cleaning- we put the contraban music on, blast it loud and goof around, a la Empire Records.
Our bosses are kind of lenient with the music rule, sometimes letting us bring in our own music to play but first we need their approval. They have given their blessing for us to play mixed CD's as long as they're not too poppy or grungy. A couple of us have made compilation CD’s to play, but they have either gotten scratched or have mysteriously disappeared. So we’re back where we started at, forced to listen to the farm music.
Hmm, I think it’s time I made some new CD’s to play or else I will go insane. Or worse, I could be converted to actually liking that crapola- enough exposure to it may trigger a Pavlovian-esque response.
Anyway, the whole point of this rather rambling post was to ask for music suggestions because going through my music collection, I noticed that most of the stuff I listen to is just depressing and angsty.
And I wonder this:
Could tomorrow be so wondrous
As you there sleeping?
Depressing in the sense that in almost all of the songs everything always sounds so perfect and amazing, I can’t help but wonder if I’ll ever feel or find anything like that.
And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you
Recommendations?
Sinking into sweet uncertainty
Do you believe in what you want?
One of my close friends reckons that I think too much and that I wouldn’t be so hard on myself if I stopped analysing everything that happens to me. She’s right, but I’ve always been one of those people that needs to grasp the why’s and how’s before I can feel comfortable about things and move merrily along.
I am my own worst critic, constantly questioning my thoughts and actions in order to make whatever I'm thinking or feeling 'right' in my mind. But when I think about it, how can what I’m feeling be wrong to begin with? A persons raw feelings don’t need to be justified, they’re not “right” or “wrong”, they simply exist…don’t they?
I guess I just need to be more open in accepting what comes my way because I’ll never be content with my life if I constantly stop at each bump in the road to find out every detail and get my emotions in check.
K: Do it Laz. It's time to Carpe Diem chica. What are you so afraid of anyway? You've got nothing to loose
A part of me wanted to blurt it out, talk to someone about it. But could I handle spilling my guts about the one thing that has been bothering me lately?
When you tell another human being how you really feel it’s like writing it down in stone. It solidifies what you’ve always thought to be just some glitch in your brain.
*poke*
And... we're back. Nice. I was going through blogging withdrawals. Much thanks to all those who wondered where I had gotten to- it surprised me that people actually noticed I was gone. *smooch*
I'd stay and post, but I have to make primp myself for the par-tay. But I'll answer the Friday Five questions before I go.
1.How long have you had a weblog?
I’ve had an online journal since the beginning of 1998. Four years, whoa. I did not technically start to ‘blog’ until last year, I guess because I preferred using the CGI journal script that a friend had written for me.
2. What was your first post about?
My first post in my blog was a 'test' post, heh. But I cannot for the life of me remember what my first ever online post was about- I lost my first three months of posts when my old computer completely died and I hadn’t saved any of it on disk. The earliest entry I have saved is about my Trial HSC.
3. How many changes (name, location, etc.) of your weblog have there been, if more than one?
I’ve had a lot, and it’s cool to see that some of the readers I had from the beginning are still reading.
My very first site did not have a name and it was hosted at Gurlpages.com, after that I got hosted at Notporn.org and my site was called Prima Ballerina. I was then briefly hosted at Allure.org. I decided to change the name of my site to Vicious Angel, and move on over to Altern.org because there was more space on the server.
During this time the whole ‘teen domain’ scene started to explode (y’all remember the Snuggles.net UBB? Good times) and I was lucky enough to be hosted at Envyla.net. I eventually changed the name of my site back to Prima Ballerina.
At the end of 1999 Emma kindly extended an invitation for me to be hosted at Miramis.org, and I’ve been here ever since. When I moved to Miramis.org I decided to change the name of my site to Through Myself and Back Again- a line taken from one of my favourite songs.
During this time my site has seen several layouts, initially I had the requisite 'teen domain' site content- bio, picture gallery, quotes, font downloads, awards, reviews and links, but as you can see most of that is gone. My first effort was pretty simple, I had written a poem about changes and had links from different words in the poem to the various sections of my site. I had a layout that featured Courtney Love in a tutu, a layout that had Kylie Minogue (don't laugh, it was a cool picture!), a layout with these blue nymph/fairy things, a layout which featured a collage of things that I liked and a layout that had a film strip with various dance images where the images flip over when you rolled the mouse over it. I think there was one more but I can't remember.
4. What CMS (content management system) do you use? Do you like it or do you want to try something else?
I use Blogger. It's easy to use and I can't really be bothered to change to Greymatter even though it's probably better.
5. Do you read people who have both a journal and a weblog? Or do you prefer to read people who have all of their writing in one central place?
I read both, and now a lot of people have livejournal’s which are pretty spiffy. I think the private, 'friends only' option is appealing- especially when people like to post things they only want a small amount of people to read (I've used that feature a alot). I think the distinction between a weblog and a journal isn't as clear cut as it was initially, with people adopting their own style of posting. Either way, I’ll still be reading and posting, so y'all stuck with me no matter what :p
Happy Birthday!!
It’s my dad’s 50th birthday today. Not that he reads this or anything but, Happy Birthday Dad! I love you muchly, *mwah*. My dad, mum and I had dinner at Sky Phoenix, the new-ish Chinese restaurant on top of Sky Gardens. Lucky I was wearing hipster pants or else we could have had a situation with my buttons coming undone after all the food I ate. ‘Twas nice, except it got annoying with the two waitresses and the waiter standing around our table and watching us eat and coming to check on us every five minutes or so. I appreciate good service, but that was a little too much me thinks. I think they would have wiped my mouth for me with a napkin if I asked them too.
Friday night is the bigger birthday bash down at a restaurant in Cronulla with the rest of our family, and some family friends. I dread those gatherings because it’s the time when I cannot escape the interrogation from the nosey parkers about my life. It’s like I’m playing twenty questions, with twenty different people. I can already tell what they're going to ask. How’s uni? How’s work? What are you going to do next year? Where’s the boyfriend? Ohhh, you don’t have one? Why not? Pfft. The last time I saw most of them was at my 21st and I wasn’t in a very uh, coherent state. I'm going to need to redeem myself.
My goddaughter’s birthday is also sometime this month, but I have no idea what the date is. I’m thinking that it was last week sometime because the 16th or 17th kinda rings a bell. Being a godparent (Ninang/Ninong) in the Philippines I think is a pretty important thing, and I was stoked when my aunt and uncle asked me to be Lexine's Ninang. I bet they're regretting that decision now because I suck. No calls, no surprise gifts. I also have no idea how old she is!
It's down
There is a problem with the domain name miramis.org, my lovely host Em is working on it and should have it fixed soon. I'm glad she's not letting the domain go down permanently because I've been hosted on miramis.org for years now and it would be sad to see it go.
This site is still viewable using the IP address http://209.15.31.90/larissa, however my laris@miramis.org email address also went down, so I haven't gotten any emails from that address in the last week. My alternate email address is laris8381@hotmail.com.
I don't know why I'm even posting at the moment since I doubt many people go to my LJ, but I don't want to forget what I want to say.
Truth
So what’s going on with you two huh?
Nothing
You’re telling me that you guys are just friends?
For the hundredth time, YES
We’re just friends. Good friends. It’s the whole childhood friends song and dance getting misconstrued.
Our parents have been friends since they were in high school. We’ve been friends for as long as I can remember. He was the boy I used to vomit on whenever we went on long car trips. The boy who taught me how to projectile spit off the balcony and how to build paper aeroplanes that actually flew. He was the boy who I often coerced into playing ‘mothers and fathers’ with me and the one who used to cry when I kicked his ass at video games. Ahhh, the colourful history we share.
We do have that chemistry that close friends share, but it’s not enough of that right kind of chemistry to make us something more. I do love him, but it’s not the ‘I love you, I love you’ kind of love. It’s the ‘I love you and I always will’ kind of affection that you have for those close friends in your life who you would never even think of replacing for anything.
Seriously, nothing is going on (and even if there was I’m not the type to kiss and tell). There is no saucy gossip to share. Move. It. Along. End of story.
Dare
I will do anything for a copy of Jimmy Eat World’s 'Clarity'…well, almost anything. I must have this CD, but I refuse to pay the $69 that HMV and Sanity are asking for it. $69 for a CD, that gets the WTF?! award of the week. So yeah, if anyone can help me out here (original, pirated, burned- anything) I’ll worship you forever.
The birthday party on Saturday night for Dre, Ben and Kevin (I still don’t know who he is, heh) was much fun. I also got to meet a couple of other bloggers, at least now I can put a face to the sites I stalk visit.
Riss and Sam's excellent adventure
I’m bored
Same here
You feel like going for a drive?
Yeah okay, where to?
I don’t know. We’ll decide on the way there
30 minutes later we found ourselves on the M5 heading to…Canberra. Canberra of all places! Why we decided to go to one of the most boring places in all of Australia to relieve our boredom is beyond me.
The hours spent in the long ass car ride were probably the most interesting part of our spontaneous road trip since we kept on arguing over whose music would be played. We managed to reach a compromise, alternating control over the CD player between the both of us every hour.
Dude, do you even understand what they’re singing about?
No, but the music is good shit.
And you think I’ve got issues because I like Dave Matthews
Shut up, this is my hour
Alternatively if you're bored and don't want to haul your ass down to Canberra, do this. I had one of these a while ago but deleted it. This is a new one, humour me.
Service with a smile? I think not
It's not hard to say 'thank you', really. Uttering those two little words can make a world of difference. Thanks, Ta, Merci, hell, any variation will do. Were some people under rocks when their parents were teaching them about being courteous and polite?
They're called manners people.
Learn them, live them, love them, and you know, USE THEM.
I had a fantabulous day at work, can't you tell? Hmph. And I have an 10am-6pm shift to look forward to tomorrow. Gah. Help me.
Please explain
A Backstreet Boy to be in Rent? WTF?!? Oh dear. I adore the musical Rent (so much that Kathryn and I saw it three times, although we also saw Miss Siagon, Fame and Les Miserables three times too), and no matter how hard I try I can't picture anyone from a boy band being in a broadway musical, that is just wrong!
Confessions
You know, I can’t believe I’m actually going to admit this, but I saw *coughAWalktoRemembercough*.
….Out of my own free will.
….And I enjoyed it.
….And I cried. *coughA lotcough*.
…Ah hell, who am I kidding. I loved it.
Bwah.
I read the book a couple of months ago and was skeptical about what the movie would be like since, well, Mandy "I’m missing you like candy” Moore was in it, but she wasn’t that tragic.
I saw it with Enza and June after our facilities final last week, and man, I can’t believe that the three of us got so emotional. I don’t think anyone walked out of that movie without tears in their eyes. As embarrassing as this is to admit, A Walk to Remember shoots right up there in my favourite romantic movies list. (Ok, well not the top 5, at least the top 10- it’s got nothing on Four Weddings and a Funeral, Bridget Jones’ Diary, or Sleepless in Seattle but it still deserves a mention)
The three of us were going along fine, rolling our eyes at the lameness of some of the opening scenes, laughing at Daryl Hannah’s plastic lips and at how Jamie (Mandy Moore) would burst out into song. But then Landon (the ever gorgeous Shane West) started doing all sorts of sweet things, and being the best boyfriend ever, it completely sucked us in.
I *heart* you Landon.
When will someone buy me a star?
(You see ever since I was in year 8 and found out you could buy people stars/have them named after someone, I’ve always wanted one, so that scene was like awwww. I guess I can live with the fact that Neptune has a moon called Larissa…for now :p )
The inner sap in me soaked up all the saccharine, lovey-dovey goodness of the movie- the telescope, the two places at once...ahhh, way to hike up the sweetness factor. It didn’t help matters that the sound editor kept cuing the sombre violins in all the depressing scenes just to tug at the heart strings even more. Tissues were in high demand.
The first place June and Enza headed after we left the cinema? To the nearest bookstore to get a copy of the book, however it was sold out. The dude working there was like ‘What’s the go with everyone wanting that book all of a sudden?’, and so they had to explain that the movie just opened.
We're going to see it again with Jasmine and Evita
*ahem*
I think that is enough sharing is caring for today. Y'all can stop laughing at my regression into teeny bopper-ville now, oh but while I'm here I have to say that Tom Welling is so cute. He can rescue me any day. Screw the Clark and Lana shipping, it's all about the Lex and Clark lovin', hee.
"I love you. And not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. And it's not because you're unattainable. I love you. Very simple, very truly. You're the epitome of every attribute and quality I've ever looked for in person. I know you think of me as just a friend and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you'd ever consider. But I can't do this any longer. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't look into your eyes without feeling that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. I know this will probably queer our friendship - no pun intended - but I had to say it, because I've never felt this before, and I like who I am because of it. And if bringing it to light means we can't hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But I couldn't allow another day to go by without getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot down. And I'll accept that. But I know some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there is a moment of hesitation, that means you feel something too. All I ask is that you not suppress that - at least for ten minutes - and try to dwell in it before you dismiss it. There isn't another soul on this fucking planet who's ever made me the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it's there between you and me. You can't deny that. And even if we never speak again after tonight, please know that I'm forever changed because of you and what you've meant me". --Holden McNeil
Sam and I were watching Chasing Amy this afternoon with his little brother. Yes, I know we're corrupting him at an early age but hey, it can also be seen as a highly educational movie on relationships and sexual preferences. But I doubt his 10 year old brother is going to try and convert a lesbian.
The whole movie is brilliant, but that scene is just, wow. Unrequited love, how I know thee all to well...
Somehow after watching the movie the three of us found ourselves daring each other to eat chunks of Spam. I have no idea how we went from eating chips to sitting at the table with a can of Spam in front of us. That food should be illegal, I don’t even want to think about what organs and parts of animals have been put in it. Ack.
Family Matters
Oh my god. I nearly choked during dinner after my dad told me the news.
My dad’s parents have been separated for years, and it turns out that my grandfather wants to get their marriage finally annulled so he can remarry his girlfriend.
At first I was like, aww hey, that’s pretty cool. Old people getting their love on is kinda cute. I was happy for him that he found someone new, but in true Nery family tradition things are always more complicated.
His fiancé is 40 years old. My grandfather is 74! Bwah.
My grandfather’s sister has just died and he announces that he wants to get hitched to some 40 year old woman who is younger than his 4 children. Great timing gramps.
Apparently this announcement is causing quite a stir over there, especially with everyone wondering if this woman is really interested in my grandfather or if she just wants his money.
I still can’t get over it. 34 years difference is a lot. She wasn’t even born yet and my youngest uncle would have been 4 years old. That’s like me dating a 55 year old man.
The eww factor is infinity SQUARED at the moment.
Hard Candy is yummy. Totally kicks the shiznit out of their last offering.
My dad's aunt died at 3am. I think he's feeling guilty that he wasn't there for her...Even though she was our great aunt, my cousins and I still called her our grandmother. She was always so protective of me whenever we went to the Philippines, we usually stayed with her and her sister. She'd give me 1000 pesos everyday even though I had enough money of my own. She'd watch me eat and wouldn't let me leave the table until she was happy with how much I'd eaten. She wouldn't let the maid buy Diet Coke because she didn't want me to drink it because she thought thought it tasted horrible. She'd berate my cousins Gino and Carlo for bringing me home late if we went out...I didn't realise that I had all these memories of her, but they're enough to last a lifetime.
Freedom
Three weeks of glorious holidays. Things I want to do:
1. Go ice skating. I’ve only ever been once, and I sucked at it. I don't think there are any ice skating rinks near where I live though.
2. Go camping. Everyone seems to think I’m insane suggesting this. Granted, there is a possibility freezing to death, but roughing it for a few days has the potential to be fun. Where is everyone’s sense of adventure?
3. Visit the zoo. Haven’t been in years.
4. Go to the Blue Mountains. If camping falls through, renting a guesthouse up there for a couple of days would also be a nice break.
5. Clean my room. I can’t find stuff like CDs, books, jewellery etc. because they’re buried under the forest of paper I have from all my uni work this semester. At least I hope they're buried underneath it all...
6. Learn how to cook. My culinary expertise is limited to boiling pasta and using stir through sauce, oh and I can make an awesome bowl of 2-minute noodles. You see my problem?
7. Have a cheapskate day. I have one of those Entertainment books that is full of buy one get one free vouchers, with the vouchers covering everything from restaurants, cafes, movies, and attractions. Kathryn (who also has one of these books) and I do this from time to time- every thing we do or place we go has vouchers we can use. So essentially we end up only spending half of what we’d normally would. 'Tis fun.
8. Save so I can buy this. I want, I want, I waaaaaaant. Hmmm, I think I should ask my friends who work at Sydney Hi-fi to give me a discount.
9. Learn how to play pool.
10. Send off that belated birthday present…ok, so it’s really late since we share the same birthday, but it’s the thought that counts.
10 minutes and half a packet of rice crackers later...
Let me try this one more time
It opens.
And I’m not hungry anymore. The bastard.
Bleh
Don’t you hate it when you can’t open a jar and there is no male in sight to help you?
I’ve run out of ways to try and pry the lid off the salsa, so it looks like I’ll have to eat these rice crackers plain. Ugh. Yes rice crackers and fat free salsa, my mum is on a health kick and is taking my dad and I along with her for the ride. Schmeh.
Ahhh…how I missed being able to roll out of bed at 2pm in the afternoon. Nice.
Despite signs up at the bar saying that people were only allowed one drink per person, per visit to the bar (it was an open bar for the nightclub opening), we somehow scored 46 Vodka Cruisers between 6 of us last night. I kid you not. I wish I had my camera to have gotten photographic evidence of all the bottles because we must have looked like the biggest alcoholics. The guys were feeling jipped because their table only managed to get a couple of drinks each, but they soon got over it when they saw Holly Valance in the club. *rolls eyes*
I am not going to be drinking vodka again for a very, very long time.
I am also never going to walk from Kings Cross to Town Hall station any time soon. I have no idea what possessed us to, but the guys thought it would be a nice walk and we really didn’t want to be separated from them. They also thought it would be amusing to ask hookers we passed on the street how much they cost.
But ‘walk’ my ass, it was a hike for us in heels and boots. Not my idea of fun.
In other news, I got a high distinction for my YOT assignment. I came 4th :)
All the anger and the eloquence bleeding into fear
We got a call from the Philippines the other night to tell us that my dad’s aunt was in hospital in a critical condition and is probably going to pass away soon. She has a varicose vein in her oesophageus that ruptured, or something to that effect. My dad took it hard, especially because she was the one that raised him when his parents left him. She never married, so she considered my dad to be her son. Dad lived with her from when he was 5 until he and my mum got married, she means the world to him. I have never, ever seen my dad so broken before.
The man who has always been so strong sobbing like a little lost boy.
It’s only made the problems that my parents are having even worse and I just don’t know what to say or do any more. Instead of studying last night for my marketing final I had today, I had to leave and sit out in the park for a couple of hours because I couldn’t stand to listen to their screaming any longer.
Everything is up in the air at the moment, I don’t know if dad is going to go back to Manila, or what. The thing that also is making this whole situation more delicate is that his aunt is worth, well, a lot of money and the rest of the family in the Philippines is already squabbling about who is going to inherit what. That just made me sick, to think that someone is dying and people are worrying about who is going to get all her money. My dad was hella pissed when he found that out.
Back to Basics
This last week or so I’ve been doing more of the things I enjoy. The little, goofy things that make me smile. Anything to get my mind off other problems.
I’ve been teaching a couple of jazz dance classes for the little 5 and 6 year olds at my dance school. They call me Miss Lissa. Most of them have no idea about the steps I’ve given them, and they just bop around to the music throwing their arms up, spinning and generally pretending like they’re the chicks from Hi-5. I can’t get annoyed with them because they’re just so damn cute. I love how easily they adopt you as their new best friend, before and after class they just don’t leave me alone. They’re like “Miss Lissa can you give me a piggy back?”, “Miss Lissa can you put my hair up?”, “Can you come and play with me until mummy picks me up?”, “Can you fix my skirt for me?” I have however drawn the line at taking them to the toilet.
I’ve been taking some ballet and jazz classes myself, getting caught up in the music. Dancing has always been a release for me, there’s a satisfaction in nailing a double pirouette whilst finishing in arabesque or being able to do that jazz sequence without missing a step. Although I pulled a muscle and couldn’t walk properly for a couple of days after awkwardly falling out of a penche’. Note to self: never start laughing when body is precariously tilted forward and your leg is up behind you at about 160 degrees because you will stack it very ungracefully. Pain is not my friend.
Miss Susan is trying to convince me to do my RAD Advanced Ballet exam next year. In a perfect world I’d do it in a flash because I regret not doing it before, but I’m too old to put myself through that. If I was a couple of years younger and still physically fit then maybe I’d seriously consider it. I’d have to loose a lot of the weight I’ve put on since I stopped (which will be hard since there’s a lot of it and I like my food too much), and I highly doubt anything is going to get me out of bed at 6:30am every morning to jog for 45 mins, do some stretch exercises and some 500 sit ups as I did religiously for years (I had abs to rival Britney Spears! They’re still there if you poke around a bit, only better, uh…insulated, heh). But when I think about it, it might actually be good for me to have something to work towards, give me more direction and purpose. Decisions...
I’ve been reacquainting myself with the piano. After Gai got some fancy-smancy piano certificate (I can’t remember what it was called) she wanted to teach people how to play, but before she taught unsuspecting strangers she wanted to use her younger cousin as a guinea pig. I learnt for a couple of years, but got too lazy to practice. My sight reading has been shot to pieces- I need to recite “All Cows Eat Grass” and “Every Good Boy Deserves Fruit” to work out what note is what, and I can’t seem to coordinate my left and right hands to play the right chords at the same time anymore. My aunt and uncle are starting to get headaches from my poor playing attempts since I go to their place to use their piano, but all is forgiven when I make them coffees using their new espresso machine my uncle got from his testimonial dinner the other week. I really wish I could play an instrument, being able to pick up a violin or a flute and play a piece beautifully would rock.
I’ve been traipsing around with my dad’s camera again, but it was difficult to convince him that I wouldn’t damage it. Pfft. I took down my wall planner because it was annoying me, so now I have a blank wall in my room waiting to be decorated with random pictures. Only problem is that I feel like a tourist carrying a camera around.
I’ve been doing some serious bonding with my friends. And no, not that kind of bonding, but the deep-and-meaningful-friends-forever-divine-secrets-of-the-yaya-sisterhood kind of bonding. Part of it included four of my closest friends and I having a sleepover the other night, with the requisite chick flicks and copious amounts of junk food. It was highly…entertaining. We even decided to do trip to the 24 hour McDonald’s at Sylvania…At 3am in the morning…In our pjama’s (as you do).
Every sleepover we’ve ever had we make it a point to get up and watch the sunrise together. Cheesy? Definitely, but it’s tradition. I’ve lost count just how many times I’ve seen the sun come up with them. We couldn’t sleep anyway, so we decided to head down to the beach. Despite freezing our asses off and being dorks doing cartwheels on the sand, it was one of those times where I wished my life was a movie and you could put it in slow motion to make that moment last just that little bit longer.
“And in that moment, I swear we were infinite” – Charlie, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Every year the faculty head of our course has a party for the 4th year students at his house. I’ve never really liked him and all of my year dislike him with the fire of a thousand suns. The only thing we remotely liked about him was that he gave us lollies in class and always caved when we ganged up on him to grant us extensions. But he’s gotten promoted to be in charge of the Masters of Commerce program at my uni and so we’re happy to party since we’re getting rid of him. Rejoice. Pity he is leaving now when we're less than 6 months away from finishing uni.
The party is at his house in Paddington tomorrow, but it starts at 5pm. I have no idea why it’s starting so early, but when there is free food and alcohol time is not an issue. (Although the mood of the party may not be so happy because we’re getting our YOT assignments back. I think that’s why he’s giving us free booze, to dull the pain in case we go crap)
So Operation: Make Riss Happy was working, but has momentarily been put on hold. I want to know that I
Have been to the extreme
So knock me off my feet
Come on now give it to me
Anything to make me feel alive
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