IPOD
RADIO
Hello everyone,
I'm leaving SG.
It's not you, I like you.
And I like blogging.
But I have to go now.
A barely epic ending to a fairly amazing journey.
I'll be back in the not-too-distant future with a photoset, but until then, I plan to live large, experience the real world and monitor this place from a distance.
I've quit uni, to start again in a year or two.
I'm working a lot, on webcasts for a magazine publishing house.
I don't want to be your penpal, and I'm not going to send you naked pictures of myself.
I might go grey, I might not.
And I'm still coming to the ball.
And I'm still having the SG hookup this weekend.
Other than that,
Peace, love, light and thanks,
Au revoir.
I'm leaving SG.
It's not you, I like you.
And I like blogging.
But I have to go now.
A barely epic ending to a fairly amazing journey.
I'll be back in the not-too-distant future with a photoset, but until then, I plan to live large, experience the real world and monitor this place from a distance.
I've quit uni, to start again in a year or two.
I'm working a lot, on webcasts for a magazine publishing house.
I don't want to be your penpal, and I'm not going to send you naked pictures of myself.
I might go grey, I might not.
And I'm still coming to the ball.
And I'm still having the SG hookup this weekend.
Other than that,
Peace, love, light and thanks,
Au revoir.
A few thoughts on my mind ...
Love. The people I love, and the people I share my life with, what they mean to me and how painful love is, and how painful it to be finished with a love, or love in general and how easy is it to move in, within, and out of all of these things.
Party. I'm at one. It's at my house and I look forward to joining it, right after I calm down a bit. Why am I so stressed? I'm in my room, people are arriving ... I'll have to get dressed soon, and open my door.
StarGate (1) - I love it.
Okay, someone just knocked on my door. I have a party to attend. Excuse me.
Love. The people I love, and the people I share my life with, what they mean to me and how painful love is, and how painful it to be finished with a love, or love in general and how easy is it to move in, within, and out of all of these things.
Party. I'm at one. It's at my house and I look forward to joining it, right after I calm down a bit. Why am I so stressed? I'm in my room, people are arriving ... I'll have to get dressed soon, and open my door.
StarGate (1) - I love it.
Okay, someone just knocked on my door. I have a party to attend. Excuse me.
Two pictures of myself that I like.
On a related note, a photographer friend of mine just loaded some shots up of his trip to Melbourne.
I just couldn't go past this one.
How does he do this?
On a related note, a photographer friend of mine just loaded some shots up of his trip to Melbourne.
I just couldn't go past this one.
How does he do this?
Things that are important to me:
Toning up, eating healthy, and properly
Organising a photoshoot with the lovely and very talented Morbidity
Concentrating at work, and getting a few tossed-aside life matters sorted
The amazing people in my life, the select few, and the many and varied.
Japanese art, the countryside and watching more televisions series'.
Toning up, eating healthy, and properly
Organising a photoshoot with the lovely and very talented Morbidity
Concentrating at work, and getting a few tossed-aside life matters sorted
The amazing people in my life, the select few, and the many and varied.
Japanese art, the countryside and watching more televisions series'.
I've just had one of the most wonderful weekends to ever occur (to me) in my home town.
On Saturday morning, after a hearty breakfast at the Alibi Room (to cure the mild hangover I'd acquired via the festivities of Talk Like A Pirate Day the day before,) S_Eldorado and I set off south, with one other friend, to Byron Bay and beyond. We embarked upon a spontaneous tour of my childhood homeland which, to my surprise, didn't end up feeling like my homeland at all. On the contrary, I felt like a bit of tourist actually, a tourist and a tour guide at the same time.
After setting sail for a couple of hours down the great highway we arrived in Byron Bay to stop for a short while and feast upon the local sandwichical delights, and to drop off a fellow traveler.
Quick as a flash we were off again, to explore the unknown; out into the wilderness to view the hidden natural wonders of the Minjungbal/Bundjalung region.
FUN FACT: This province is also the birth place of the Rainbow Serpent (Nthrn NSW -/- SthEast Qld)
With the fresh intrigue of an unlocal to accompany me, I was able to begin again my Bundjalung experience. On Saturday night I took in the wonder of the glow worm galaxy that donned on the walls of the magical caves at Natural Bridge, then on Sunday woke with a morning yawn to the music of forest birds that call home the basin of Wollumbin National Park. I then embraced the freedom of the nullius countryside to swim nekkid in a freshwater stream, bathing amongst the rocks and mosses, before finally embarking on our journey upward along a hillside of monumental majesty -- the 8.8Km walk up, and back, along the ridges of Mt Warning.
Roadtrippin
Chillin on the summit after the huge walk.
Pout-tastic
Unfortunately by this time both of our phones, and the camera, were out of charge so I naow has zero pictures of the actual view.
...aand back to my writerly carryings on
For the past three years I've sunken into the neon streets of Brisbane, stood beneath starless skies and weaved through mazes of industrialism.
In opposition to the grey, this past weekend has re-opened my eyes to the splendor of earthen blues and greens. The wonders abound were many and varied. They've always been there, just a short while from the place where I scratched year notches into my belt, but, being the worldly girl I was, I was so focused on escaping the blockade of countryside around me, that I'd never really experienced the true wonders of my bushland home.
...
...
Also, I'm starting a Pirate Band.
Just so everyone knows.
On Saturday morning, after a hearty breakfast at the Alibi Room (to cure the mild hangover I'd acquired via the festivities of Talk Like A Pirate Day the day before,) S_Eldorado and I set off south, with one other friend, to Byron Bay and beyond. We embarked upon a spontaneous tour of my childhood homeland which, to my surprise, didn't end up feeling like my homeland at all. On the contrary, I felt like a bit of tourist actually, a tourist and a tour guide at the same time.
After setting sail for a couple of hours down the great highway we arrived in Byron Bay to stop for a short while and feast upon the local sandwichical delights, and to drop off a fellow traveler.
Quick as a flash we were off again, to explore the unknown; out into the wilderness to view the hidden natural wonders of the Minjungbal/Bundjalung region.
FUN FACT: This province is also the birth place of the Rainbow Serpent (Nthrn NSW -/- SthEast Qld)
With the fresh intrigue of an unlocal to accompany me, I was able to begin again my Bundjalung experience. On Saturday night I took in the wonder of the glow worm galaxy that donned on the walls of the magical caves at Natural Bridge, then on Sunday woke with a morning yawn to the music of forest birds that call home the basin of Wollumbin National Park. I then embraced the freedom of the nullius countryside to swim nekkid in a freshwater stream, bathing amongst the rocks and mosses, before finally embarking on our journey upward along a hillside of monumental majesty -- the 8.8Km walk up, and back, along the ridges of Mt Warning.
Roadtrippin
Chillin on the summit after the huge walk.
Pout-tastic
Unfortunately by this time both of our phones, and the camera, were out of charge so I naow has zero pictures of the actual view.
...aand back to my writerly carryings on
For the past three years I've sunken into the neon streets of Brisbane, stood beneath starless skies and weaved through mazes of industrialism.
In opposition to the grey, this past weekend has re-opened my eyes to the splendor of earthen blues and greens. The wonders abound were many and varied. They've always been there, just a short while from the place where I scratched year notches into my belt, but, being the worldly girl I was, I was so focused on escaping the blockade of countryside around me, that I'd never really experienced the true wonders of my bushland home.
...
...
Also, I'm starting a Pirate Band.
Just so everyone knows.
I'm sitting here at midnight after very little sleep last night, wishing I could cry on someone's shoulder. Instead, the tears are just kind of .. falling.
I've been taking care of so many people lately, I wish I wasn't in trouble. I wish things would settle down. I wish I wasn't running from my income source, I wish I could have more days at work, I wish I wasn't so weak. I wish I could change her heart, I wish I could change his heart. I wish you would stay here near me, I wish it could be right to go with you.
I don't want anyone to write here, or send me messages, because I feel bad for not writing back. I can't do everything, but ... I keep trying to. I just ... I write to feel better.
And ... this site is my notebook, my canvass.
There are a few people that have been making me feel good lately. All four of you are on here. You're wonderful.
Blue scrubs and dark shadows under my eyes. I'm streaming Imogen Heap for the hundredth time today. I could turn it off, I could find a tissue, I could call a friend, I could take a cab to my best friend's house and sleep in her bed.
But I like the hurt sometimes, it let's me create. I feel alive when I'm writing, even if I'm streaming pain.
There's nothing like it.
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Pictures
lexiphanic & Walnut
lexiphanic & Walnut
John & Walnut
Me & Walnut
I've been taking care of so many people lately, I wish I wasn't in trouble. I wish things would settle down. I wish I wasn't running from my income source, I wish I could have more days at work, I wish I wasn't so weak. I wish I could change her heart, I wish I could change his heart. I wish you would stay here near me, I wish it could be right to go with you.
I don't want anyone to write here, or send me messages, because I feel bad for not writing back. I can't do everything, but ... I keep trying to. I just ... I write to feel better.
And ... this site is my notebook, my canvass.
There are a few people that have been making me feel good lately. All four of you are on here. You're wonderful.
Blue scrubs and dark shadows under my eyes. I'm streaming Imogen Heap for the hundredth time today. I could turn it off, I could find a tissue, I could call a friend, I could take a cab to my best friend's house and sleep in her bed.
But I like the hurt sometimes, it let's me create. I feel alive when I'm writing, even if I'm streaming pain.
There's nothing like it.
--
Pictures
lexiphanic & Walnut
lexiphanic & Walnut
John & Walnut
Me & Walnut
I think I might have found normality again.
Normality, for me, is an unfashioned, sporadic uplifting downfall.
I'm living with Morbidity, Pooky56 in a new house in Brisbane. Lexiphanic is living here temporarily while he finds a place, and I'm spending a fair amount of time enjoying S_Eldorado's hospitality, company, and cooking.
I'm located in a life position where-in things are most probably beginning to come together well.
The minute my job/money situation starts to melt into an okay sphere, I stop worrying, overeating, undersleeping, drinking and stressing to the point of hyperventelation. It's a self-pride thing, and fear, mostly.
Even with a full moon, my period, Silverchair's most depressing and morbidly moving album playing in my ears, and the late hour of 2am ... I'm still floating along, balanced.
Wants:
An SG set.
Kea to be happy.
To have four days a week work.
Normality, for me, is an unfashioned, sporadic uplifting downfall.
I'm living with Morbidity, Pooky56 in a new house in Brisbane. Lexiphanic is living here temporarily while he finds a place, and I'm spending a fair amount of time enjoying S_Eldorado's hospitality, company, and cooking.
I'm located in a life position where-in things are most probably beginning to come together well.
The minute my job/money situation starts to melt into an okay sphere, I stop worrying, overeating, undersleeping, drinking and stressing to the point of hyperventelation. It's a self-pride thing, and fear, mostly.
Even with a full moon, my period, Silverchair's most depressing and morbidly moving album playing in my ears, and the late hour of 2am ... I'm still floating along, balanced.
Wants:
An SG set.
Kea to be happy.
To have four days a week work.
OCTOBER 2008