Not just another case of multiple personality disorder.

More anonymous stuff.

1) Is it possible to outgrow people? Because I think on some level I've outgrown you.

2) You annoy me. And you're a little controlling. Quit it.

3) I can't stop thinking about you. I think about you during the day, and I just... I don't know. Sigh. I'd like to think that you think of me too. Even just a little. I miss you.

4) Love you. I'll get to see you soon!

So I've found a place to live in Melbourne and I'm moving in a couple of weeks! Yay. Oh, and a bonus. The place where I'm staying has been renovated a few times, and my room has magnetic walls. Not kidding. I'll be able to put up all my posters without adhesives that wreck the walls. And I really want to get a couple of sets of alphabetic magnets.

So new stuff. More organising.

And Quelqu'un m'a dit has gotten me longing to learn French again.

C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore
Serait-ce possible alors?

When The Good Times Were Coming.

So I was in Melbourne for a couple of days, and happened to find out that THE VASCO ERA were playing at Federation Square for FREE and it COINCIDED WITH MY STAY.

Apologies for the ALL CAPS, but after seeing them last year, I knew this was something I could absolutely not miss.

So after failed attempts to include friends* and bodyguards**, I went alone.

And loved every minute of it.

They had these wacky (but practical) cardboard chair thingies.

Brace yourself, for the ADVERTISATION.

An interview, I think.

Sound check.

So they started to play. Sid started things quiet because he wanted people to stay when it’s quiet, then be surprised at their normally loud stuff. 

Then he kicked it up about five notches with Kingswood while Ted and Michael got on stage.

After a couple of songs, the band was thinking of another song to play.  I yelled out “LUCILLE!” into the brief silence. Mr. Sid O’Neil himself looked right at me, then after a moment said, “This one’s for you over there.”

And then they PLAYED the song.

LUCILLE.

FOR ME.

And I died of awesome.
I’m including it right here for you.

The Vasco Era - 2 (Fed Square Live Presented By The Push #08) @ Federation Square, Melbourne (27th Jan 2011) from Carbie Warbie on Vimeo.

...the camera at the start may have been trying to find me. :D

They wrapped it up with good ol’ “Honey Bee (When It Was Making Weird Love Songs)” and all the fans jumped up to form a crowd around the stage. About four people were chosen to dance on stage (not me, sadly, I would’ve gone crazy up there!) and Mr. Michael Fitzgerald ended up dismantling his drum kit so that they could all bang on something as the song built to its crescendo.

Went up afterwards to Sid, who was shaking everybody’s hands. He shook mine, he recognised me (“we played your song” with this grin) and that was that.

I’m so glad I went. A definite highlight of this year.

Even the to/from journeys on the train. I was just soaking it all up and not taking it for granted.

Public transport etiquette. It’s like getting back on a unicorn …after months of mediocrity with a kangaroo.

I haven’t even moved here yet, and I’m already reaping the benefits.

Don’t worry Melbourne, I’ll be back soon…

*the delightful Melway. Hope you’re feeling better when you read this.

**lazy cousins, who I would give my left leg to see right now. If you’re reading this, you made me so very, very sad.

…not kidding. NO TACOS FOR YOU.

Better call on evolution, better way to make a revolution...

So I had a nice day today, hanging out with friends and catching up. Upon learning of Jewel's Australian Kiwi not having a blog banner, I had a great, frustrating time with Jewels reacquainting myself with Photoshop. You can see the resulting blog banner over here.

I do take requests, so if you need one for your blog or something else, I'd be happy to make you one.

I heart Photoshop for a reason. This reason.

PS, check out the song to your right, 'Quelqu'un m'a dit'. Amazing.

It's HOMEMADE.

So I was trying to think of something good, homemade and personal to give two of my best friends.

Then my line of vision fell on this fantastic artifact and a lightbulb turned on.
...more like it was overloaded with so much power it exploded.

I'd spent about two weeks on this particular cross-stitch a couple of years ago, and I've kept it ever since. They take AGES, and I wanted it to remind myself how determined I can be to get something done.

So doing TWO at the same time is difficult, believe me.

Anyway... took about a month.... but here we are.

Trench it up.

...yet another Supernatural rant.

What with last week's S5 marathon with family and new episodes back next week, I think I've been trying to subconsciously backtrack and figure out where the show went wrong. Right now I'm looking at S4 and feeling that familiar fangirl pull.

...so definitely late S5. Or at the latest, S6 so far.

As for trenches, well... yes. I heart them. How can you not?

Trying to mentally prepare myself for the move. Here's hoping I can do it.

Say When by The Fray = ♥

I see you there, don't know where you come from
Unaware of a stare from someone
Don't appear to care that I saw you and I want you

What's your name 'cause I have to know it
You let me in and begin to show it
We're terrified 'cause we're heading straight for it, might get it

You been the song playing on the background
All along but you're turning up now
And everyone is rising to meet you, to greet you

Turn around and you're walking toward me
I'm breaking down and you're breathing slowly
You say the word and I will be your man, your man

Say when and my own two hands
Will comfort you tonight, tonight
Say when and my own two arms
Will carry you tonight, tonight

We're coming close and then even closer
We bring it in but we go no further
We're separate, two ghosts in one mirror, no nearer

Later on if it turns to chaos
Hurricane coming all around us
See the crack, pull it back from the window, you stay low

Say when and my own two hands
Will comfort you tonight, tonight
Say when and my own two arms
Will carry you tonight, tonight

Come across you lost and broken
You're coming to but you're slow in waking
You start to shake, you still haven't spoken, what happened

They're coming back and you just don't know when
You want to cry but there's nothing coming
They're gonna push until you give in or say when

Now we're here, and it turns to chaos
Hurricane, coming all around us
Double crack throws you back from the window, you stay low

It all began with a man & country
Every plan turns another century
Around again, another nation fallen

Maybe God can be on both sides
Of the gun, never understood why
Some of us never get it so good, so good

Some of this was here before us
All of this will go after us
It never stops until we give in

Say when and my own two hands
Will comfort you tonight, tonight
Say when and my own two arms
Will carry you tonight, tonight

Say when and my own two hands
Will comfort you tonight, tonight 

And my own two hands will comfort you, tonight, tonight...

Accompany that action with the sentence,
"I don't see how you could be the problem."
...I didn't imagine that scenario.
Somebody actually said it to me.
...sigh.

So I've been reorganising my things in preparation of moving out.

But first I made a little arrangement.
I'll only take these posters with me to decorate.

Before...

...and after.

I thought my dvds would be the main problem.
But it was a surprisingly small solution. Just bought a couple of those huge book thingys.
Now they're ready to go.

Just a few more bits and pieces.

Here I come, Deakin.

I stand corrected.

So after a quick scan of my offers page, I quite literally screamed. And I never scream.

Media and Communication at Deakin in Melbourne.

I thought my score was too low. Thank goodness I didn't scrap my preferences entirely in my disappointment.

...the good karma just keeps on coming!

Thank you to all who believed in me.

I just wanna daaaaaaaance, I don’t really caaaaaaare.

From a recent meet up with my older brother and sister, who I hadn't seen in a really long time.

And flash to a younger time....

Awwwwww. :D

Okay, so here's another instance where I wish I could vlog.

Returning home, the family had some gifts for me from the Gold Coast, where they'd been while I was in Melbourne.

This poster.

(I definitely have some reorganising to do...)

These tees.

(This is now my second True Blood tee. YAY.)

 And even a HEDWIG.

But the one thing that really blew me away, I think, was this.

Oh, I'm going to have LOADS of fun with this.

I'm taking this as a sign and an opportunity to make a metaphor.

I'm finally organising the chaos of my own life now.

Things I've ephanised this week...

• Things can and do happen unexpectedly while I'm not even looking; as cliche as it sounds, it's true.
• My inner fangirl/geek did not appear from nowhere. It has origin.
• I'm not ashamed of my past more than ever, it blessed me with this miraculous family half.
• Things are worth fighting for, even if they go against all comfort zones, and even if both time and distance have joined forces against you.
• I worry too much. WAY too much.
• It is in fact, possible, to live without shame.
• I'm not alone. No way. And I'm not going to be paranoid about being alone.
• Genuine family love lasts for a lifetime. As opposed to material wealth that evaporates.
• That part of me I always felt was missing? ...it was right here, all along.

The moment.

The heat.
The touch.
The scent.
The gasp.
The sigh.
The stroke.
The heartbeats.
The inhale.
The exhale.
The squeeze.
The conscience.
The fear.
The end.

It's incidents like these that I wished I could vlog.

Ever have such a wonderful surrealistic moment?
One that made you wonder if you were dreaming?
And in the centre of it all, somebody entirely unexpected?

So yesterday my aunty and I went on an outing to Melbourne's inner city, previous location of my lone wanderings. Had a peek through Crown casino and stroll through Southbank. The latter made me realise that while my first attempt to write a book was negligible, the idea of Southbank as a setting to bring my fictional characters together was - and still is - a wonderful idea.

And then we proceded to a certain bookshop.
And it was there I died and went to fangirl heaven.
Quite almost literally.

This shop, Minotaur. Well first of all, look at this design.

You kind of get a sense of the name's inspiration once you step inside. Lucky I had a considerable collection of funds.

It's not only a bookshop.
It's a fangirl's DREAM.
More specifically, one that offers show merchandise. The types of merchandise I've only seen avaliable online. Smallville, True Blood, Supernatural, Doctor Who. And that was only a little itty bitty corner that I managed to exploe fully compared to the rest of the place. The was a Pride and Prejudice and Zombies CALENDAR. And Beatles' MONOPOLY. Fake Tru Blood. There was an entire wall devoted to Doctor Who, but stacks and stacks of merchandise.

And POSTERS. Oh my Castiel, each section had corresponding, official POSTERS.

I'll show you what I ended up with.

This True Blood tee.
A Jared Padalecki POSTER. (Nicola, if you're reading this, I got you one too. SURPRISE!)
And a travel mug that was on sale at the convention that I didn't buy and regretted not buying ever since then.

I recommend, if you're a fan of ANYTHING, you go there and bring lots and lots of lots of money.
It's been an amazing week so far.

Living without shame. For once.

Hey, I'm updating after all. Yay.

So hanging out in Melbourne with family. I think only a list of words can cover the past couple of days. Because it's kinda personal for me.

• SUPERNATURAL MARATHON
• More relatives.
• Super Smash Bros. Brawl. Blaaaaaaaaaaaah.
• Awkwardness...then realising we share the same level of awkward and use it advantageously.
• Confusion over who gets shotgun
• Absent minded poking.
• Slippers. (Don't ask)
• Bonding over cravings of brains. Braaaaiiins.
   

So yes. That's all really.

Oh, and I fangirled.

...stop staring at me like that.

She says that love is for fools that fall behind.

High-Tops vs Low-Cuts?

Ended up getting a black pair of each. Yay.

I must say, it's nicely odd to wear low cuts when you've been wearing high tops for ages.
Though it feels strangely odd to have exposed ankles.

(Yeah, I've been trying to vocabulate {is that even a word?!} more. Been using words like "vaguely" and "somewhat", like "vaguely hungry" and "somewhat happy". Meh.)

One thing to add to my things I find awesome list is the Tinkerbell effect.

Oh! and I actually waited for Glee S1 to come out entirely and for cheaper. Ended up getting it last night for cheaper than buying the two halves together. Yay for good decisions.

And I'm leaving tomorrow! No idea if I'll be able to update this blog. But hey, I've been fairly regular until now.

So if you're particularly bored, browse though the fanfiction under the links to the right, or else explore the archives of this blog.

PS: We had tacos twice last month. You can imagine how I reacted.

All we know is distance, we're close and then we run.

I'm not a leisurely shopper. I do what I have to and leave.
Probably why boxing day sales were so nightmarish for me.

For any Harry Potter fans out there who are not aware of this, J.K. Rowling wrote a prequel short story.

I have been reading/watching/doing lately...

• Dawn of the Dreadfuls by Steve Hockensmith (Pride and Prejudice and Zombies prequel!)
• Been plowing through The Southern Vampire Mysteries series by Charlaine Harris. Currently up to All Together Dead. I recommend reading these if you're a True-Blood-show-watcher. It's only when you read these books that you really understand how much originality the True Blood guys put into the show and mix it up rather than take everything from the books. Of course, if I'd read the books before watching the show, I'd be complaining about the changes rather than appreciating.
• Episodes of The Gruen Transfer. I'm still determined not to vegetate.
• Thinking about re-reading my copy of Euripides' plays (Medea, Hecabe, Electra, Heracles). Kind of nostalgic about Lit.
• Haven't stepped beyond Chuck S1 because I hear the rest is really bad. Not unlike the whole Supernatural ordeal.
• STILL working on Christmas presents for friends. Finished one of two just yesterday, and the other has about a week or so to go. Yes, I will blog more specifically later, but I am well aware that both of these friends read my blog. Wish I thought of this Great Idea around the end of exams, these would have been finished on time. Well worth it guys, HOME MADE.
• Crossing my fingers for new pairs of Chucks sometime soon. My wonderful purple plaids are aging, sadly.

• Enjoying the aftermath of the new years' eve party. Leftover food and drinks galore. Not to mention Nicola's awesome rainbow cupcakes and cookies.

I also love to pack for trips. 

The worst part of packing for me would be packing to go home. 

And unpacking when I get home.

The word doesn't sound real any more. Packpackpackpackpackpackpackpackpackpackpack.

But YAY. I'm actually doing something these holidays.

Quiet, but I'm sure, there is something here...

Hey.
Um.
What are you doing here?
Stop reading.
Stop it.
You stalker.
...just kidding. Please stalk my blog.
And openly. By following.
Thank you.

So this is probably not a very big deal, but...

...look at the tab in your browser!

You can find out how to do this here.

Staying with relatives next week. 

Something I've been eagerly awaiting for how long? 

YAY.

The power of love or self respect? Hmmmm.

And how can these two NOT be related? 

When you put them side by side there's an obvious resemblance, I think.

See you around, I guess?

Happy New Year!

So the NYE party was small but fantastically so.

It was perfect. Wouldn't have changed a thing.

FAIRY BREAD.

SPARKLERS.

Rainbow cupcakes!

We stood in the driveway with party poppers and let them off when we saw the fireworks.

The year's started off so positively (a rare thing for me). Here's hoping this year is even better than last year.