run amuck carefree ideas

Only look back when circumstances aren't regrettable.

• Love while you're young, lest you become a hagged old thing who cannot remember how to.
• Stop trying to impress the opposite sex.
• Buy a small single edible item (eg: chocolate) and then give it to the person at the register, just because they might have been there for a while and they need a surprise, preferably pleasant.
• Forget political correctness and speak your mind for once (eg: "I do not support gay marriage")
• Thank a friend earnestly for something trivial (eg: "Thank you so much for that joke, it was the most stupendously idiotic thing I've heard today, so thank you. I think I love you")

You may end up smiling, because when your not, you look like a chump.

Chump as defined by dictionary.com:
1. a stupid person; dolt
2. a short, thick piece of wood.
3. the thick, blunt end of anything.

...you probably don't want to look like a chump.

much love
(or whatever it is I feel for you),
your sisterr.

glory sunshine

i see

of you

something wonderful.

be strong,

my love,

steady on.

we'll find a cure

we'll prevent pain

we will belong.

.

dearest beauty

beyond compare

take my hand

come, we'll stand

you are restless, very young.

I'm alright, I don't mind. I'm just running into something bigger than the something that I left behind.

if you loved me, you'd buy me junk:

If it's anywhere as brilliant as his last album "these streets", then whoever i'm with when listening to this, i might just fall in love with. If you've never heard this beautiful 22yo. I suggest you do so. Tell him I love him, tell him to tour Australia!

she succumbed

I have this obsession with books.

I don't even read most of them. I can't remember the last time I finished a book - yet I collect them as though I were...cultured!

The library's grown by 9 since Monday at the price of $14.45.

Books are beauty and my lack of self control leaves me penniless! Yet still the library has grown. Oh yes, on the note of growing collections, I counted my vinyls, I've 31 (Yes, just imagine me beaming with pride).

The sadder story is that I have only twenty six dollars exactly to last me til the end of the month. Impossible, you say? I will painfully defy this impossibility by evil plans to expand another collection: that of my monies!!

not cold enough to be cool

An epiphany of sorts has landed with a thud upon my way! I'm not exactly the coolest of humans. Hey now, let's not be cruel. So now I'm just going to try - with all my might- to be the coolest loser possible.

I think I'm a little too eager and easily excited to be cool, though I try. I like my stupid, immature friends and I don't exactly dress smart.

Take this little beauty for example! If I could be a fraction of her cool, that would be enough! I mean, seriously, why be pretty when you can be hilarious? I suppose I hope to be both. But heck, I also hope to pass tomorrow's exam!

maybe tomorrow?

Today, I did something I barely do. I appreciated the company of all those in my proximity of conversation (except one stranger, I confess - who lost me in his attempts to impress me with conversations of sex coupled with insufferable attempts at small talk- resembling instead: a broken record; whom my poor "coffee" date was forced in her lovely nature, to smile and "laugh" politely in response to). Apart from him, those I usually don't have time for, I wanted to know about. It was as if I had caught a glimpse of gold thread and become curious about a beauty I hadn't seen before - laced neatly into an unsuspecting friend. It was fresh. As it turns out, other people are breaths of fresh. I finally realised (probably temporarily) that I'm not ridiculously cool, and that knowing others adds to the measure of my day.

Sadly, it probably won't take long for this she-narcissist to wake up again expecting the world to wait upon her every wish and command; at the ready to pout and host pity-parties at the detection of supposed injustices dealt her.

I'm trying to condition myself to appreciate tomorrow. It's terribly hard to though (if not impossible), when your whole life you've expected tomorrow without a doubt.

But tomorrow does not belong to me,
and having a "next time" to see you is no guarantee.
I hope...we'll have a tomorrow, together.

Wahaha! Now you're wondering if I'm dying, incredibly sober or very christian. So while I'm here, yes, Jesus loves you!

sisterr loves the sound of local!

So the first half of the day had eluded me and by 2:30pm I left the house early having predicted a craving to drive - anywhere away from home. I was 5 minutes earlier than necessary and sat outside (in the car I drove only because the keys to the usual metal molds were nowhere in sight). Parked on Kings parade, feeling rather like the pauper, I waited for the kid without the guitar to exit his house for a short jam sesh @church. The day had been...droll to say the least. Then on rolled this song, & my day took a turn for the better. Witty, whimsical, beautifully chill and dipped in hilarity. I may even have nerve enough to deem this romantic!


It reminded me of Pez's beloved Festival Song, which I was delighted now had a video clip to accompany it! Reminisce summer with me, I dare you.


Kudos to Triple J, whose advocacy for local music has my ears very pleased! I heart Aussie Hip Hop. There, I said it. Tell me which other sounds evoke satisfied smirks and smiles from such stupid/stupendous ideas. Go on, tell me!

i'm afraid your fears are many.

Hippopotomonstrosesquipped is the scientific term for the fear of long words, whilst the fear of everything is simply: Panophobia.

Speaking of fears, I seem aptly capable of frightening those unaccustomed to my abstract comments and wisecrack confessions of love. If you ask me, most of you may be philophobics (no, it doesn't mean your afraid of Phillipinos, it is in fact, the fear of love)!

Knock yourselves out with the phobia list: http://phobialist.com/

It will, no doubt, humour you to find such strange fears worthy of scientific terms. Here are my favourites from of the A-phobias:

Alliumphobia- Fear of garlic.
Anglophobia- Fear of England or English culture, etc.
Apotemnophobia- Fear of persons with amputations.
Arachibutyrophobia- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.
Asymmetriphobia- Fear of asymmetrical things.
Atomosophobia- Fear of atomic explosions.
Autodysomophobia- Fear of one that has a vile odor.

...and just one from the Z-phobias:
Zemmiphobia- Fear of the great mole rat.

thank you, sunshine.

There's nothing more solid than when the two strangely closest yet strangely furthest from you, tell you - in their subtle, slightly unflattering manner- that you look good.

I don't feel like

a million dollars.

I

own

the

printing

press.

excuse me, I don't appreciate your negligence.

I would hate to be homeless in Melbourne with all the messed up weather and all.
Actually, I'd hate to be homeless, period.
Kinda makes you wonder when your obsessing over who next to facebook stalk, that there are people out there basking or begging to get their one meal for the day. There are others who'd jump at the opportunity to study , let alone study at university.

Here I am taking for granted, everything.
Suck it up, sister, finish your overdue essay.

don't be afraid.

strange, softly sung pleasures

Sweetheart, you have blood on your shirt where your heart's meant to be.

Love ain't for the faint hearted.
Yet for the faint hearted, love is the only hope, lesson, rock solid consistency that can keep their feeble hearts from crashing. Dismiss Disney's "love at first sight" and "true loves kiss". Nothing truly good was ever so easy (Christianity included).

Down to the knitty-gritty, I've never fallen in love in the romantic sect. Never. I've come very close, in my immature and childish infatuations, twice. That's it. The fridget inside me flirts but refuses commitment to anyone I'd even doubt: namely everyone (geez louise, she'll never find it).

But love, the silent hero love, beaten and bruised and still as unrelenting as freshly begun; completely unrelated to forbidden infatuations and infedelities and trivial sexual intimacies. That, I am familiar with. The love that hits the dirt and grabs the flame you're about to douse yourself in; the love that watches me walk away and still insists to be where I left it when I feel like returning; the love that wants to be returned but doesn't have to be. The love that wouldn't run away with me but would remind me of the necessity to fight for the things worth fighting for. Love ain't a coward, nor is it selfish.

Sweetheart, lift ya head a little, looking at the hole in your chest ain't gonna grow a heart. We better start looking for it now. It was ripped out pretty hard wasn't it? Well where did you last see it? That needs to heal.

That's the love I know... and the love I've been shown.

Where is yours?
I'll help you look for it.

Procrastination: Spending about two hours creating this blog and facelifting the other blog forgetting that I have a 2000word essay due tomorrow that I've yet to begin.

-relative to ignorance, but mostly initiated through distraction.

Forbidden Love: love cultivated in darkness to satisfy selfish reason; not likely to survive in the light (for long).

-relative to infatuation as forbidden love usually is just the former.

Symptoms: one or both lovers are required to keep in hiding or maintain a lie(s) in order for the relationship to continue.