Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Rainbow striped socks.


When I had acquired rainbow striped socks like the above a few months ago, I was overjoyed. To own something so unusual and yet iconic as well as rare, is something in itself. Like Tim Burton style black and white striped socks.

Anyway, at one point I lost one of them in the wash. It had me thinking about the other one if it were personified. How would it feel? Being one half of a whole, with the other half being elusive and hard to find? How could it ever find someone else like it again? Would it feel incomplete?

At this thought I tore my room apart, trying to find this other sock to make the pair whole again. I found it on top on my wardrobe - have no idea how it got there - and put it with the other one, and oh happy day.

My point? We're all hunting for that lost sock, that other part of ourselves out there.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

The scarecrow walks at midnight, but I walk all alone.

See the post from last week for the Youtube clip this was in.

So I finally saw the last Harry Potter film. And I have no idea how to feel about it, honestly. I'm numb. They screwed up things such as how Lily's sacrifice saved Harry through the end, Teddy Lupin, how the Elder wand saved the day. But overall it could have been worse.

Work's going much better. It's so much better than the gym, I'm on my feet for hours and I'm being paid for it. Plus I come across people who look like celebrities. Like Jesus from True Blood and Sam from Glee. And one group I served had heavy Irish accents that I couldn't understand at first. I'm having trouble balancing my readings/essay/documentary pitch with work, but I'll get there. I have to.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Friday, July 15, 2011

This is why I'm here.

These were taken while sitting outside on my break with my 7-11 slushie, pasta from work and my monster of a textbook on this lovely day.



It was nice to ponder media theory while sitting away from the street, watching people go by. Admittedly, it may have been classier if I'd had chai instead of a slushie - but hey, convenience. A small oasis that lasted for half an hour before getting back to work.

Working for the man... every few nights and sometimes an afternoon.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

You're such a nerd. ...will you marry me?

This. THIS. This.

Oh, my. Wow.
I read the books when I was younger, but this shows an inexpressible passion.
What a creative homage/expression of love.
You could say, it gave me goosebumps.



So I'm back at uni, and trying to juggle between uni and work. The reading load is the stuff of nightmares! And I'm not feeling so well at work, either. Worried that I'll be fired any day now.
Out of a cannon.
Into space.


On a lighter note, the people of 1895 watched this in cinemas. Their reactions were of horror and running for the exits because they thought the train was coming right at them. It makes me wonder about reactions to new technology.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

So many sausages.

So this weekend involved a little crazy time with relatives.

Which happened to include some sausage making. Things went wrong, and it was a longer process as a result, but as my aunty says, we'll appreciate them more when we eat them.




At one stage I had to guard the process from this little devil.
Uni starting up again this week. HARRY POTTER released this week, as well. Here's hoping that I don't go into film analysis mode when I do finally see it.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Who is she? And where is he?

Credit.

Who is she?
She is a nomad.
Floating through life,
All she can see
Is lies and betrayal.
When her attention
Is caught by another
They don't see her.
They never see her.
Who is she?
She is a ghost.
Somebody who has
Been long ago dead.
Who is she?
She is looking
For the one person
Who does see her.
The one who can 
Speak her language,
Hear her thoughts,
Share her dreams,
See her pain.
...where is he?

Sunday, July 3, 2011

You gotta love turbulence.

So I had a parent tell me that my brain activity is on such a higher level, I don't have to concentrate on mundane things such as keeping my balance and equilibrium.

...I like this kind of thinking!

I'm back in Melbourne, and I enjoyed catching up with some people from high school that I would not have otherwise seen. The flight back had quite a bit of turbulence before landing, which was okay but not ideal.


I have work later on in the week, and I've just recently gotten into The Big Bang Theory. As well as True Blood returning for S4 last week! Since reading the novel series, I'm able to appreciate the show coming up with new story lines for the supporting characters of the show (as presented in third person); as opposed to the single story line, first person point of view presented in the novels themselves.

How amazing is this promo poster?!
...okay, I'll be honest for a minute.
There's times when I'm so secure about things that I'm positively glowing. I'm just bursting with happiness and I think life can't get much better. I'm living for myself, in a city I love, studying intriguing media theory with the support of a part time job.

...and then there's times where I'm just...I think the appropriate word is...
scared.
Of the future, the truth, myself.
For others' well being.
Whether I'm doing the right thing for myself and others.
Of being alone again.
Of my subconsciousness.

But maybe I have to acknowledge this feeling.
Hiding from it only made things worse.
Maybe I have to break free of this sick cycle carousel.