tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9729740922695390162024-03-14T17:36:28.855+11:00SparrowBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03370248361452158650noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972974092269539016.post-73557190751435485622010-07-27T09:12:00.001+10:002010-07-27T09:14:07.052+10:00Who died and made you king of anything?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; ">Oh (oh oh oh)<br />Oh (oh oh oh)<br />Oh (oh oh oh)<br />Oh (oh oh oh)<br /><br />Keep drinkin' coffee<br />Stare me down across the table<br />While I look outside<br /><br />So many things I'd say if only I were able<br />But I just keep quiet<br />And count the cars that pass by<br /><br />You've got opinions, man<br />We're all entitled to 'em<br />But I never asked<br /><br />So let me thank you for time<br />And try to not waste any more of mine<br />Get out of here fast<br /><br />I hate to break it you babe<br />But I'm not drowning<br />There's no one here to save<br /><br />Who cares if you disagree<br />You are not me<br />Who made you king of anything<br />So you dare tell me who to be<br />Who died<br />And made you king of anything<br /><br />Oh (oh oh oh)<br />Oh (oh oh oh)<br />Oh (oh oh oh)<br />Oh (oh oh oh)<br /><br />You sound so innocent<br />All full of good intent<br />You swear you know best<br /><br />But you expect me to<br />Jump up on board with you<br />Right off into your dellusional sunset<br /><br />I'm not the one who's lost<br />With no direction oh<br />But you won't ever see<br /><br />You're so busy makin' maps<br />With my name on them in all caps<br />You got the talkin' down just not the listening<br /><br />And who cares if you disagree<br />You are not me<br />Who made you king of anything<br />So you dare tell me who to be<br />Who died<br />And made you king of anything<br /><br />All my life<br />I've tried<br />To make everybody happy while I<br />Just hurt<br />And hide<br />Waitin' for someone to tell me it's my turn<br />To decide<br /><br />Oh (oh oh oh)<br />Oh (oh oh oh)<br />Oh (oh oh oh)<br />Oh (oh oh oh)<br /><br />Who cares if you disagree<br />You are not me<br />Who made you king of anything<br />So you dare tell me who to be<br />Who died<br />And made you king of anything<br /><br />Who cares if you disagree<br />You are not me<br />Who made you king of anything<br />So you dare tell me who to be<br />Who died<br />And made you king of anything<br /><br />Let me hold your crown, babe<br />Oh oh<br />Ah<br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><b>Sara Bareilles</b> - King Of Anything</span></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03370248361452158650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972974092269539016.post-45337083559874220322010-06-08T05:02:00.016+10:002010-07-28T11:45:06.591+10:00Subject Outline - Please ensure all components are taken care of<div>In high school I was always given a Subject Outline. A list of must-know's and must-do's if I wanted a fighting chance to achieve that ultimate mark. I was in the shower the other day (don't mistake my continued referrals to my showers as coming from flirtatious incentives, it's where I do my best thinking) and I thought about the biggest "mark" or the ultimate outcome we want out of this thing we call Life. My conclusion is</div><div><br /></div><div>Happiness.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now don't be quick to object and let me explain myself. Trust me, this outcome is the same for every single one of you.</div><div><br /></div><div>Situation #1: You're a money gobbling, diamond desiring, leech like gold digger. (Can you tell I'm not a fan of these people?) You're saying Hey Brooke! I really don't give a toss about happiness. I only care for money, wrinkled testicles and deception. To that I say, Trophy Wife? If you're doing what you love most (in this case cheating, lying and stealing) you will be happy. It's in your genetic makeup that you enjoy this way of life so whether or not it's someone else's is insignificant. You are going to be happy and it's your "mark". </div><div><br /></div><div>Situation #2: You are a bitter old man/woman who has a permanent irritable look on your face and you disapprove of today's youth. You sit me down and begin your lecture on how you couldn't care less for happiness. That all you care about is respect, pride and honour. Well nan/pap If that's your thing your "mark" 60 years or so ago would have been to save yourself for a partner with Nazi like qualities. You would've had 2 beautiful children and home schooled them making sure they came out of College well groomed, well learned and virgins. </div><div>They would respect you and answer to your every command </div><div>Make you beam with pride when the sheet showed traces of red on their honeymoon</div><div>And they'd honour you and carry on the family tradition by producing 4 more "perfect" offspring.</div><div>Either way, you will be happy. A plan you devised years ago paid back and you are Happy with your endless supply of pride, respect and honour. </div><div><br /></div><div>Situation #3: You are a tree hugging hippy. Well for starters I'm going to ask you what you plan to achieve by chaining yourself to a tree and smoking dope, and then clonk you across the head with a wooden club. There is no way you can be happy being a hippy. Despite your hatred for materialistic beings like myself you wouldn't be able to say whole heartedly that money and finer things haven't ever crossed your mind because that would be LYING. And the Green Gods should strike you with thistles. </div><div><br /></div><div>Convincing enough yet? Great I'll keep moving.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now excluding those above I've produced a Subject Outline and applied it to Life. This is the only way regular people will be Happy.</div><div><br /></div>Life's(Brooke's) Subject Outline to achieve Happiness<div><div>1. Family/Friends</div><div>2. Knowledge </div><div>3. Career/Money</div><div>4. Love (will require the use of trial and error)</div><div><br /></div><div>Numero Uno. Family is not surprisingly the first element of our Outline. A family provides support and stability all of your life. It doesn't have to be big. It could just be you, Mum and little Sarah. You and Dad. You, Nan and Pop. A family gives you something to come home to even if you live a million miles away from eachother. Technology does wonders so you can sob over the tragic loss of your most recent love or how much you hate your job to Mum on the phone, and she'll listen intently. Not like your friends who could also listen, but you should be aware have problems of their own. If I've learnt anything it's that family, regardless of the pain and frustration you put them through, will be there 'til the end. I know this because I've had many hiccups with just about every member in my fam bam, but I love the reconciliation bit. I love how it takes a tiny gesture or a certain look to show that all is forgotten and truly forgiven. And I think that's amazing.</div><div>Now friends are tricky. I'm not exactly at a very good point in my life in terms of friendships. Fresh out of high school I'm just beginning to witness the falling outs because of say personal aspirations, change in character or direction. I guess that means that friendship's that little bit more challenging. I'd like to say that my choice in friends has fortunately left me with a handful of specials that I hold dear, and it has, but I've also had my fair share of friendship drama. </div><div>Nevertheless Friends are vital. There are things we'd rather share with people who aren't family but through our eyes, should be. Oh and you'll need friends of all types. The funny one, the crazy one, the listener, the sentimental one...all of them. Don't call yourself a fraud because you act differently around each one. If I've come to realise anything it's that one person has so many different sides to them. We can't be funny or crazy or overly sentimental all the time, but we do need to release these inner characters every so often. This is what friends are for. They let you be the person you are, the person you wake up feeling.</div><div><br /></div><div>2. So you didn't complete the twelfth grade and go on to Uni/College. So what?</div><div>Knowledge (although I think is most easily acquired through school) doesn't have to originate from textbooks. Too many people have proved this and although I'm not bothered to Google some evidence I know for a fact Richard Branson left school when he was 15.</div><div>And he owns a couple of islands</div><div>And a couple of cars and women to</div><div>Have you caught on yet? What I'm trying to say is that we need knowledge like air. We acquire it without being aware most of the time. It's sort of like how I used to enjoy watching Playschool as a youngan and then grew up to learn it didn't teach me a goddamn thing. Just kidding it taught me the difference between a square, circle, arch and diamond. Set me up for the future it did. </div><div>Without our minds continuously robbing knowledge from everywhere we are but nothing. It induces growth and prepares us for the challenges ahead.</div><div><br /></div><div>3. Step two leads to this important step. I believe it is essential to have a career. Now let me see dictionary.com defines Career</div><div>as <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">"an occupation or profession, esp. one requiring special training, followed as one's lifework"</span></div><div>Who gives what dictionary.com says. My definition of a career is not an occupation but YOUR profession that will have you up every morning without fail (and not because you'll be fired on the spot if you arrive a minute late). It will be a newfound love of yours incorporating all the elements of things you not only do best but love most. I know I'm not crazy when I say people who enter fields they are passionate about work efficiently and enthusiastically. </div><div>Then there's the argument of whether passion will pay the bills. I believe it will.</div><div>Don't say something stupid like 'What if I enjoy collecting walnuts?' because I will take you as seriously as I did my high school librarian who told me Jane Austen was a good read...</div><div>We all aspire to be the best. Our ancestors bestowed upon us the qualities labelled jealousy and competitiveness which means in all of us is the capability to fight for something we really want. That's what it's all about. Being the best. And if you're passionate about something you'll want to be the best, and you will be. So you've got yourself a win-win. You'll pay the bills, the school fees, the LV for the lady AND you'll love every minute of it. </div><div><br /></div><div>4. We now come to the most...well how exactly can I explain love? Let's just say we've arrived at the most painful, confusing, tricky, mentally draining, physically exhausting element of the Outline. Some are probably baffled right now. "How can you say that? Love is the most beautiful thing God created!" </div><div>Love IS beautiful</div><div>God didn't create a thing</div><div>And I said it because I'm a realist</div><div>Love is capable of some strange stuff. It can toy with your feelings, alter your body image, change your mood almost instantly, forget sleep even existed, make you do things you thought you weren't capable of, take risks you thought you never would and the list is near endless.</div><div>Right now I'm debating whether love is optional (an elective in Outline terms) and have come to the conclusion that it's not. I think it's just as imperative as those above. I was watching The Bachelorette the other day (ha-ha yes I know I'm happy to receive your criticisms on my bad taste of reality t.v) and the bachelorette said something ridiculously corny it was almost too embarrassing to listen but I've got to give it to her she's pretty much spot on.</div><div>"A life without love is a life without happiness." It's as simple as that. I've met some strange people in my lifetime and Dad's friend Michael was one of them. Michael, a strong Jehovah's witness saw commitment and sex as no more than a means of procreation. He didn't have children (he told me he'd have them in the next lifetime - no comment) but he had a partner who believed in the same thing he did. While he blabbered on about the importance of the Bible I was pondering over whether this man was mentally stable or did he just have a different totally whacked out understanding of love. And then I really looked at Michael and his wife. They never touched, their conversations were almost robotic and they didn't have that aura I believe love gives off and I felt sort of sorry for them both. Just my perception though.</div><div>Love is crazy but it has to be. That's what makes it so enriching, enticing and so remarkably addictive. It's on the Outline because it needs to be. It's harsh but so very worth it. To look at someone and believe the impossible possible is evidence in itself that Love isn't just an emotion but something much greater. A higher order almost. Don't get me wrong the process in finding and then experiencing love makes a a bullet through the head seem pleasant but I think that's just part of the whole package. When something makes you feel almost too happy, when you want to waste your time on thoughts of it, when it makes life seem just that little bit better it can't be any old something. It must be worth it, for better or for worse. </div><div><br /></div><div>There it is, my outline for life's pursuit of happiness. You have to excel at all of them. Goodluck!</div></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03370248361452158650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972974092269539016.post-71977245184603363912010-04-22T13:37:00.008+10:002010-06-09T00:32:48.047+10:00Fireworks<div>I'm going to start with the half arsed posts I save but never finish</div><div><br /></div><div>Lack of commitment #1</div><div><br /></div><div><i>If there's one thing I know, it's that Life's gonna be one hell of a ride</i></div><div><br /></div>Yeah okay, I know I treat my blog like a call girl<div>Good thing she's affordable then! and doesn't mind the neglecting.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've got no idea where to start (worst thing about blogging every 3 years)</div><div>I guess I should begin by saying I finished year 12...about 6 months ago haha and I'm loving every moment of it. I've moved back to Sydney and well, still adjusting to the humid weather and not having to bring a jacket, sunglasses, a beanie or a pair of shorts just in case I run into Winter or Summer on a day out (describes the weather conditions of Melb). </div><div>- Studying Biomed at UTS </div><div>- New Golden Retriever and his name is Charlie :)</div><div>- New Home</div><div>- Lastest craze is well crazy people (more of this later)</div><div><br /></div><div>But enough of the small talk I'm sure you're searching for more intense things to read. </div><div>Right before I decided to pay my poor blog a visit my mind was crying out for help. I had a trazillion (it's a legit measure trust me) thoughts swirling in and out of my headspace. If there's something I know I'd do if I could speak to my little bundle of joy before they enter this/ This is where my mum comes in and asks me to cook some rice or something. I'll tell myself I will finish the blog when I'm done and I think of the worst possible punishment to give myself if I don't. But you know what's gonna happen. Mum'll ask me to fry the buk choi and my post is no more. I'm naughtier than the women they spank on those shows on the interweb...what do you call them? On the tip of my tongue...ah yes Pornstars.</div><div><br /></div><div>Evidence of procrastination #2</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><i>I'll take a Love on the Rocks </i><br /><br />Hey strangers,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;">I better find something interesting to write about or I'll close this window for the millionth time. Small talk? I hate small talk, but I'm good thanks for asking.I've just finished reading 'Something Borrowed' by Emily Giffen (yet another book suggestion from me) and it's quite a well structured book. Satisfying ending (only cause I'm a most subjective reader and have favourite characters i secretly root for) and a plot that kept me turning pages. Oh and the climax was on point. Highly recommended? Almost. Worth the read? Most probably. 'Betrayal' by Sasha Blake also makes my list, 'Child C' by Christopher Spry definitely not for the faint hearted andddddd that concludes my rant on the most boring subject ever./ And then I stopped. Can't remember why but it's probably cause I was in need of a long long long shower which is scientifically proven to cure anything. And I mean anything from:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;">- Family rows</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;">- Hangovers</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;">- Headache</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;">- Heartache</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;">and not to mention Filthiness. You always win with a shower.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03370248361452158650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972974092269539016.post-48030069711818792852010-02-04T11:21:00.001+11:002010-02-04T11:23:06.225+11:00This is our decision, to live fast and die young.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; ">I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.<br />Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.<br />I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.<br />You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.<br /><br />This is our decision, to live fast and die young.<br />We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.<br />Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do.<br />Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute.<br /><br />Forget about our mothers and our friends<br />We're fated to pretend<br />To pretend<br />We're fated to pretend<br />To pretend<br /><br />I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms<br />I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world<br />I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home<br />Yeah, I'll miss the boredem and the freedom and the time spent alone.<br /><br />But there's really nothing, nothing we can do<br />Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.<br />The models will have children, we'll get a divorce<br />We'll find some more models, everyting must run it's course.<br /><br />We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end<br />We were fated to pretend<br />To pretend<br />We're fated to pretend<br />To pretend<br /><br />Yeah, yeah, yeah<br />Yeah, yeah, yeah<br />Yeah, yeah, yeah<br />Yeah, yeah, yeah</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#656565;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#656565;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><b>MGMT</b> - <i>Time To Pretend</i></span></span></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03370248361452158650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972974092269539016.post-64440127177989508342009-10-04T16:58:00.005+11:002009-10-08T18:04:44.937+11:00Pursuit Of HappinessSunday afternoons. A good book, your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">fav</span></span> song on repeat and you finally took the time to clean the jungle you call a room. Total bliss.<br />I took my sweet time but I finally got my L's... not that anyone is interested in that now since practically everyone is way ahead buying their first rides, driving with the top down and flaming red P-plates.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hmm</span></span> I'm not a fan of daylight savings.<br />I came across this a few days/weeks? after <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">MJ</span></span> passed away. (Bless his soul)<br />I didn't know how to react...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1aCoG_cgtJUL5iJHpX-VYz0AIGVtD82EfYkSIsyJ5BZkPefw0Ehz4UozxyYX6m-Dfj5oQHp0lVL7OWk30TW228oaegsp6l6MlNWlCgI1b1v4Bxnd4HnHOPwQ2CqixoIbrIeA_wUOkb4v5/s1600-h/crazy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1aCoG_cgtJUL5iJHpX-VYz0AIGVtD82EfYkSIsyJ5BZkPefw0Ehz4UozxyYX6m-Dfj5oQHp0lVL7OWk30TW228oaegsp6l6MlNWlCgI1b1v4Bxnd4HnHOPwQ2CqixoIbrIeA_wUOkb4v5/s320/crazy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388623386467568210" border="0" /></a>You can enlarge by just clicking on the picture and should I say it's worth it?<br />Now, I of all people am not one to speak being a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">die hard</span> fan of The King of Pop myself but honestly, aborting your child because the painkillers had finally taken our dear Michael?<br />I wonder if she's also a strong Christian and going against the Holy Bible and it's teachings. In that case, you go girlfriend.<br />Nah, in all seriousness I think she's a psychopath no offence "Hayley".<br />If I had a Yahoo account I'd probably help you cope with this:<br />"Dear Hayley, I have an inhospitable uterus and am never going to be able to have children. I am very much prepared to bring your child up in this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">MJless</span> world and I'm sure you will think this a very fair price. Your child for my entire <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">MJ</span> collection. It even includes never released singles...<br />There are more important things in life like the life you have growing in you. Don't make me kill you. Love, Brooke"<br /><br />I should have reported abuse.<br />My bitch for the day.Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03370248361452158650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972974092269539016.post-60888527322173082122009-10-02T12:20:00.003+10:002009-10-02T15:06:23.868+10:00EvolverAfternoon blogspot public.<br />Average day, weather could be better, wish I didn't have that ice-cream for breakfast and looking forward to delving into a mountain of study.<br />I'm currently reading "Good Man Hunting" by Jacinta Tynan. It's not the best book on the good ol' topic of relationships and breakups but I'd say it's worth the time. I strictly say this isn't the book for the male audience but if you are a man in dyer need of an insight into a woman's life then read on, at your own free will. Half way through the book I found myself questioning men and their abilities as well...humans. The cliche pickup lines, the 55 one night stands, the shopping for fresh meat eventhough you're already off the market. Have you no mercy?<br />I suppose, no, I am sure all men aren't like this but it makes finding that pin from the haystack alot harder now that we have all these dysfunctional faulty products narrowing our chances.<br />Seeing as I have two older sisters I'm wiser than my years on the effects of dud relationships. Walking in on one crying under her bedcover and witnessing the other rage relentlessly after a mere disagreement between her and her ex beau. It becomes a way of life.<br />And I wondered whether it's because we as women have alot more feelings, emotions, heart. Or maybe because we have use by dates cause quite frankly you see alot more of your Cradle Snatcher rather than your Cougar eg. Mr Hugh Hefner (hey, I don't blame him at all you build an empire of sex and women you get to live in it)<br />But do we purposefully put ourselves in these situations where we're the ones left dwelling and "heartbroken"? I sound like a single thirty year old worry wart stressing for her ovaries and their fertility rates but I see no harm in being relationship-aware alot earlier in the track.<br />I won't be a party pooper and let you guys in on a few of my own personal experiences.<br />I'm not promiscuous, in actual fact I'm the complete opposite. Just giving you guys the heads up in case you were expecting some hollywood "Gossip Girl" life story. A referral to Gossip Girl...never again.<br />I find it just as hard as many to find someone who ticks the right boxes so of all the - I hate to call them - flings or relationships I've had I'd only consider two worthy of mention.<br />(Names and or such have been changed to protect those who may have told it a different way)<br />So my First Real Thing was well, it lives up to it's title. I'm not going to say this is the situation for every girl but I've got to say I don't look back on that period in my life as childish or refer to it as petty young love. Well it must have been "young" considering we were 13-14 but it was worth the time. Despite our unfortunate breakup I'd say Mr First Real Thing gave me the best insight into the world of Relationships&Breakups. It has to start somewhere and I'm just that little bit luckier I began there. Did I mourn with long teary sessions? You bet. Did I get that ache in my heart like some evil gypsy was clenching my blood pumper? More so than you think. How many months? Do you mean years? It took me approximately a year - maybe even more - to pull myself together completely and move on from that dreadful state. To clarify, I wasn't placed on any medication nor did I attend counselling sessions. I don't want to exaggerate the effects of the breakup but it did leave it's print. The question that was digging at me that entire year was one I'm sure girls have all mulled over and over again whilst lying in bed with their box of tissues and sad love songs. "Is he going through exactly what I'm going through right now?" I can't remember how many times I thought and rethought that. On most days that got me going cause something would come over me and I'd become this coniving fox. My thoughts were that he - being a man - would not be wallowing in self pity so I should also keep up with his gladitorial mentality. As you've probably guessed it didn't really work so Time was the only factor I relied on to mould me back into my old self.<br />But here's where I learn a valuable lesson. After a long, long gap from head over heels to tear stained pillows First Real Thing and I spoke and boy did I get those butterflies in the gut. I was surprised he could still have that effect on me after so long. Invariably, we spoke like we hadn't missed a beat but there was always that tension. Like whether this was right or were we merely reliving what we thought we still had. What shocked me the most was this:<br />1. He went through exactly what I went through. (a huge weight off my shoulders. I no longer felt like a girly-girl overdramatizing a breakup)<br />2. He missed me just as much as I did during that long year<br />3. We - or maybe it was just me - had changed quite abit since 2005.<br />I don't want to elongate this story or I'll bore you to death so I'll end one of my experiences here. What I got out of that section in my life was that boys, just like girls, go through the horrible heartachey breakup (not too sure abou<span style="text-decoration: underline;">t</span> the amount of tears though, I think girls take the cake for that) This is considering your first found love was not faulty and was infact ONE of the pins in the haystack. You'll know because you won't hold bitter hateful feelings against them.<br /><br />Didn't expect this blog to end up a novel. It's all because of that darn book...which I must get back to reading haha. The situations Jacinta has been in, the men she's come across. I thought this only happened in Sex and the City! Well then, maybe I am yet to find my Mr Big.<br /><br />Takecare.<br /><br />Oh, just a thought. I came across this extract from a book in Jacinta's own story and was wondering whether it holds any truth. I'm sure I won't get any comments but I'll just put it out there for any of my readers to ponder.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Women blame men for acting fake. Interested when they're trying to get them in the sack, then not spending the night, not wanting to cuddle or spend the day together. But women are the ones speeding from zero to intimacy like a Ferrari. Which is more artificial?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rick Marin</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Cad. Confessions of a Toxic Bachelor</span>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03370248361452158650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972974092269539016.post-37486827985172086142009-09-25T19:44:00.004+10:002009-09-25T20:19:11.292+10:00In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of, there's nothing you can't doWell I'm pretty much exhausted. Spent a good 4-5 hours studying starting from 10am, had a late lunch which is a first (I must have been too engrossed in Biology), waited for my papa to get home and got dinner started had dinner watched two and a half men and here I am reliving those fine moments again. Haven't had much to say lately so I'm searching for an interesting topic to concentrate on and criticize.<br />I did come across a beast of a thing though. Well I don't want to call him a beast I'm sure it's not his fault.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNPzFlYB9e6pxMcJNZoKyaquoZI8Z6DrysPN1-_UYmvlpLgsUVsuinM6vR1CPRMACJckHP8q-zymR6gk4c8NQqgN5-efPkEyHzg5r9AiOGGo_guVnHjVEMiK6MVU1SRD4_zeNGGFCAU4f-/s1600-h/capt_photo_1253714351595-1-0_iDjZBXbH7syT.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNPzFlYB9e6pxMcJNZoKyaquoZI8Z6DrysPN1-_UYmvlpLgsUVsuinM6vR1CPRMACJckHP8q-zymR6gk4c8NQqgN5-efPkEyHzg5r9AiOGGo_guVnHjVEMiK6MVU1SRD4_zeNGGFCAU4f-/s320/capt_photo_1253714351595-1-0_iDjZBXbH7syT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385342627231986898" border="0" /></a>What difference is there? They're both babies, they've both just jumped off the V-line express, they both look depressed to be here oh wait I spot the difference...ANGRY PANTS THERE IS 3 TIMES BIGGER THAN HIS MATE ON THE LEFT!! I was flabbergasted (such an ugly word to look at). Now you don't have to cringe that badly 'cause the woman did not (bless her soul) push this mother out. She had a caesarean (I always forget how to spell that but I've figured out a trick. Everyone loves a caesar salad then add the "ean"...well it works for me just putting it out there) Apparently his size was the result of his mother's diabetes. <span style="font-style: italic;">"</span><span style="font-size: 12px; font-style: italic;">When a diabetic mother's glucose level is high during pregnancy, the baby can receive too much glucose and grow too large, according to the American College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists."</span> Unbelievable it's like giving birth to a toddler. Hmmm that's a thought. Imagine giving birth to a "baby" fully equpied with the knowledge and physical abilities of a toddler. Makes the lives of those who don't want to deal with the first few years of parenthood easier doesn't it. On the do-to list! Ahh the possibilities this world hands us<br /><br />Maybe his dad was a sumo wrestler...<br /><br />Btw my ideas are copyrighted. Time machine to prove evolution, "Toddler baby", yeah you know what I'm talking about!<br /><br />God I'm weird...pushing blame onto VCE.Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03370248361452158650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972974092269539016.post-83203369769803955142009-09-24T16:02:00.005+10:002009-09-24T16:24:34.589+10:00You know what I like most about Las Vegas? You can be whoever you want to be.I've come to announce my two new found loves.<br />After watching the movie 21 I've fallen right into the palm of Jim Sturgess' hand. I wish.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlaY4UNsLbvqCXDRxvcCyfre_Cnbbev3hEOCAcd9PtWW1lD9_rK3TV4Hyj9q14OaW8V8-MeFleIxT5WzFqQd_NUTYd0vXHJwD4yAbyMt_9icOf69BoRB4BTTFySnPm1xMNEuRiN2smyse/s1600-h/jim+sturgess+2.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlaY4UNsLbvqCXDRxvcCyfre_Cnbbev3hEOCAcd9PtWW1lD9_rK3TV4Hyj9q14OaW8V8-MeFleIxT5WzFqQd_NUTYd0vXHJwD4yAbyMt_9icOf69BoRB4BTTFySnPm1xMNEuRiN2smyse/s320/jim+sturgess+2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384912713253279602" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1TvdMYUVoAmaSlDqFzU-DLyWk8ch_TSBJQIvt9XaOjjuV5saG6LHxttFrI_ABUSZ3yeRzl-8DU0lhOtvUQLRda-tjp_J6tO9mI36OOAsRs16R-mWuJ2BAYllh1hW-249DjEK3LLDRkuU/s1600-h/jim+sturgess+4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1TvdMYUVoAmaSlDqFzU-DLyWk8ch_TSBJQIvt9XaOjjuV5saG6LHxttFrI_ABUSZ3yeRzl-8DU0lhOtvUQLRda-tjp_J6tO9mI36OOAsRs16R-mWuJ2BAYllh1hW-249DjEK3LLDRkuU/s320/jim+sturgess+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384912855191650818" border="0" /></a>I'd love to meet someone similar to that of his character Ben Campbell<br /><br />Secondly, the state library! If I loved this place any more it'd become a sin. Hmm it was probably wise not to mention this one but what shame is there in saying I love a quiet place free of crying babies and sleazy 40 or so year old men. (If you're unsure I'm describing the conditions of the Springvale library. Shudders.)<br /><br />Good day to you all!Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03370248361452158650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972974092269539016.post-70773866121897251962009-09-22T09:51:00.006+10:002009-09-22T12:16:58.590+10:00I'd ask for wisdom to let compassion rule this worldSorry guys I've been run down with gastroenteritis so I've been in a horrible state. I warn you, avoid getting <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">gastro</span> at all costs it's probably the worst virus to contract but I'm feeling better now and after having nothing but vitamin water with electrolytes for three days everything looks so darn tasty.<br /><br />If you should find another song that hits home like this one does then you've gotta tell me cause I got major chills.<br />I know you're probably thinking of burning me at the stake because she's singing about writing a note to God and I'm an atheist BUT before you get the fire started I'd just like to tell you that I wish just as much as she does that "God" could answer this prayer. If he did I'd willingly convert. Please listen, it's beautiful.<br /><br />Charice Pempengco - Note to God<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4Xd435coD4">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4Xd435coD4</a><br /><pre>If I wrote a note to God<br />I would speak what's in my soul<br />I'd ask for all the hate to be swept away<br />For love to overflow<br /><br />If I wrote a note to God<br />I'd pour my heart out on each page<br />I'd ask for war to end<br />and for peace to mend this world<br /><br />I'd say<br />I'd say<br />I'd say<br /><br />Give us the strength to make it through<br />Help us find love, cause love is overdue<br />And it seems like so much is going wrong<br />On this road we're on<br /><br />If I wrote a note to God<br />I'd say please help us find a way<br />End all the bitterness, put some tenderness<br />in our hearts<br /><br />I'd say<br />I'd say<br />I'd say<br /><br />Give us the strength to make it through<br />Help us find love, cause love is overdue<br />And it looks like we haven't got a clue<br />Need some help from you<br /><br />Grant us the faith to carry on<br />Give us hope when it seems all hope is gone<br />Cause it seems like so much is going wrong<br />On this road we're on<br /><br />No<br />No<br /><br />We can't do it on our own<br /><br />So<br />So<br /><br />(Give us the strength to make it through<br />Help us find love, cause love is overdue)<br />And it looks like we haven't got a clue<br />Need some help<br /><br />Grant us the faith to carry on<br />Give us hope when it seems all hope is gone<br />Cause it seems like so much is going wrong<br />On this road we're on<br /><br />No<br />No<br />(No) We can't do it on our own<br /><br />(So)<br />So<br /><br />If I wrote a note to God</pre><br />SparrowBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03370248361452158650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972974092269539016.post-80349434919378290552009-09-15T17:23:00.004+10:002009-09-15T18:18:28.479+10:00You can't boil it down to something so finiteI'm glad I made a blog again and I'm going to try and say this without making it sound like I'm about to jump the West gate. It's just a place to vent without having to bore another human being. There's no worries about whether my blog is interested in what I have to say, whether my words are valid or if there's something in my teeth. To break it down for ya, it has the listening abilities that every woman wants in a man.<br /><br />I'm still finding it difficult to get my head around the idea of finishing school. I know it's a metaphor used commonly but it's a huge, gigantic BLUR. To think that in a month and a half I won't have the luxury of my teachers motivating me and egging me on to study or having my life revolve around a 9-3. It almost seems like an entirely different world. One I'm just about ready for. It's been approx. two years since I last stepped on NSW soil (I sound like my Dad babbling on about his trip to Aus, no disrespect) and I'm kind of excited to see how everything's changed, from the suburb of Bankstown to the people and faces I used to see everyday. Sometimes I wonder what it'd feel like to bump into someone you knew 15 years ago. Imagine one day further on in the track you're going about your daily life and suddenly you're facing this person you probably played on the swings with or shared secrets with. How strange that'd be. And after 15 years you're filtering your memory to find out who the familiar face is. It'd be like going back in time, being 15 years younger. I've found an elixir.<br />I know I'm making no sense but it's just a thought.<br /><br />Just a few facts about me:<br />1. I like to analyse the characters I meet. It's almost like I'm the terminator with my computer like brain filing through info. to find their personal details in order to develop a character analysis for them.<br />2. If I managed to build a time machine of all the things possible I'd go back in order to find out whether humans are linked to Australopithecus africanus. If I can prove evolution, I can prove there is no God hence religion will no longer be debatable. (It probably won't stop the debating but if my time machine serves me well I could go as far back as the beginning of time. Ear to ear grin)<br />3. I am a strong atheist if the second point had not yet proven anything.<br />4. I believe that names carry characteristics. I am a stubborn hard headed person. My niece Lily is named after myself (Lily Mai). She will also be a stubborn hard headed person. Seeing as she's already beginning to show those traits of mine I'm thinking my theory proves true.<br /><br />Yeah, I'm just a little bit strange.<br /><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i></i></span>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03370248361452158650noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972974092269539016.post-85773307538370690422009-09-09T15:28:00.004+10:002009-09-10T21:11:33.850+10:00Life's not a dress rehearsal, it's the real thing.Hey fellas.<br /><br />I've finally gotten off my backside and borrowed a few books to read (but haven't put aside the time to) and plan on getting through them during the holidays, along with study of course...<br />I don't think I've mentioned anything about my goals, but I will now.<br />I think my biggest goal is to finish a med course at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">USYD</span></span> or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">UNSW</span></span> and then specialize in paediatrics to become a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dum</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">dum</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">dum</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">DUMMMM</span></span> paediatrician. Whether I'll see that goal through is a different story. Wait, I don't want to make it sound as if I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">don't</span> want it cause really, I haven't wanted something so bad. I guess I'm just underestimating myself or trying to think as realistically as I can. But I'm not going to think like Meryl (too much of 'Look Both Ways') cause I know I'd be happy to make that my profession and it'd <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">without a doubt </span>get me out of bed every morning.<br />The reason I chose this career is a long story.<br /><br />Now I'd like to move on to mention and recognise a special person.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZgMK1mP11bTNAv6LnM97WNo3xBfSkJpo-VgImWHIfdu0C-7E7pH7cC0m8zPiv_gxv2yKagI-z9U0H_WsYu7OA4zxgcyqMU0R90jNNzFQnT9GhhGdPbx4rHmpw5C1qlpWrdL8IJUn-rbAT/s1600-h/tika.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZgMK1mP11bTNAv6LnM97WNo3xBfSkJpo-VgImWHIfdu0C-7E7pH7cC0m8zPiv_gxv2yKagI-z9U0H_WsYu7OA4zxgcyqMU0R90jNNzFQnT9GhhGdPbx4rHmpw5C1qlpWrdL8IJUn-rbAT/s320/tika.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379705623094401698" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">TIKA</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">SANTOSO</span></span></span><br /><br />I did one of these a long time ago on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Bebo</span> (I know, ancient social website) and I'm doing one again cause I thought I'd let it be known just why I love this girl to the nth degree:<br /><br />1. The picture depicts it perfectly. She's so carefree when she eats. Nah, she's carefree in general and even with that glass of wine in her hand, she still gives us a lightening smile.<br />2. She's reliable and dependable. I don't think I've ever met someone so generous at heart when it comes to her friends. She's never hesitated to help me out financially or emotionally.<br />3. After almost 2 years of being in two different states we still find the time to talk to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">eachother</span> and keep in contact. That's real.<br />4. I have an embarrassing video of her I'll show at her 21st<br />5. She spends ridiculously on clothes and shoes<br />6. She tells me about her waxing sessions (I got your imagination working)<br /><br />I hope she's alright with the total 6 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">haha</span>.<br /><br />Had an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">english</span> SAC today and I'm pretty happy with it overall. I used my time well and I think it'll shit on William <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Thornhill</span> and his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">homies</span> on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Hawkesbury</span> River.Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03370248361452158650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972974092269539016.post-83874446517629107952009-09-03T20:31:00.002+10:002009-09-03T21:28:10.986+10:00Gave my love to a shooting star but she moves so fast that I can't keep upGreetings earthlings.<br />Gee whizz things have been happening haven't they?<br />This year has flown past leaving a majority of year 12 Victorians with only 2 months of highschool left (I think the VCAL kids finish at a later or earlier date). HUGEEEEE sigh of relief although I've got to admit I'm gonna miss clowning around, Maccas runs, Monday "study" periods and more importantly those who made it happen. KC Kids 09.<br />I've got quite abit planned for the summer break, post highschool life looks so juicy right now. I'm super psyched!<br />1. A quick trip to Sydney to attend Bob's formal and make him look good. I know, I'm faced with mission impossible.<br />2. Back to Melb for... Schooliesssss! 14 girls including myself are heading to Sorrento to live out the Schoolies week where well... what'll happen is predictable and it'll make history, don't you worry. Plenty of time at the beach and hopefully no damage to the rented house.<br />3. Another flight to Sydney to celebrate and welcome 2010 with open arms. I'm crossing my fingers and toes that I'll get to catch up with everyone I've neglected for 2 years namely my lovelies Tika and Melina.<br />4. HOPEFULLY a trip to Queensland with Sus and Bett so we can let our hair down and have some killa "BFF" time.<br />5. Mid Jan calls for a family trip doesn't it? Exactly what I'm doing. Off with the entire gang and Bob to Vietnam to visit my grandma and my heritage. I can't wait to see how my parents grew up!<br />6. And after all that, back on a plane to Sydney and this is the bit I'm looking forward to. I plan on staying at home for an entire week, catch up on the movies and tv series I never got to watch, read the books I've always wanted to read and only leave the house for more popcorn and green tea.<br />Yeah, post highschool definately has me wrapped around it's little finger.<br /><br />For now, Biology and Chemistry desperately need my attention.<br />Stay clean! ciaoooBrookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03370248361452158650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972974092269539016.post-28642685382178342112009-08-16T16:45:00.003+10:002009-08-16T17:26:20.563+10:00Song with no titleI was a little girl alone in my little world who dreamed of a little home for me.<br />I played pretend between the trees, and fed my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">houseguests</span> bark and leaves, and laughed in my pretty bed of green.<br /><br />I had a dream<br />That I could fly from the highest swing.<br />I had a dream.<br /><br />Long walks in the dark through woods grown behind the park, I asked God who I'm supposed to be.<br />The stars smiled down on me, God answered in silent reverie. I said a prayer and fell asleep.<br /><br />I had a dream<br />That I could fly from the highest tree.<br />I had a dream.<br /><br />Now I'm old and feeling grey. I don't know what's left to say about this life I'm willing to leave.<br />I lived it full and I lived it well, there's many tales I've lived to tell. I'm ready now, I'm ready now, I'm ready now to fly from the highest wing.<br /><br />I had a dream<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Priscilla <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ahn</span> - Dream</span>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03370248361452158650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972974092269539016.post-28390851235696776412009-08-09T14:35:00.020+10:002009-08-11T17:50:12.430+10:00Some day I'll fly, some day I'll soarI'm back as promised to do what I hope will be an "inspiring" blog about my ultimate dream...To explore every inch of this earth before my time is up.<br /><br />I'll be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">abit</span></span> cynical now and say I'm totally baffled and just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">abit</span></span> furious? when I hear someone say they <em>hate </em>travelling, that they'd much rather stay in one ordinary place for well the rest of their lives. My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">apoligies</span></span>, when it comes to travel I adopt this vicious mind. Don't be too quick to judge me though, I used to stand in the shoes of a 'travel hater'. Back in the day I was content with living in the one place, Australia. My reason? I was scared of being in an unfamiliar environment with words I don't understand being tossed around, values I didn't have and no <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">vegimite</span></span>. But I've turned a whole 360 degrees and now I'm on the edge of my seat cause I can't wait to get out there and learn a different language, adopt some worthy values and well, I'll keep some v-mite in my backpack at all times. Get out there guys!!! we'll only live once (unless you believe in reincarnation) in that case chances are you'll come back as something that doesn't have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">opposable</span></span> thumbs so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">travelling's</span></span> gonna be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">abit</span></span> hard. I hope I change at least one person's mind about travelling, here goes:<br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">1</span></strong>. <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">Greece</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367828159514120594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyGuNSNp2y62xiAp3LgLUnLvrloqK0JNNWpnak21I9018aJFrrMyJ08-fzl-6FarvfzYmEtryHM4KI4cAFDTmY0zmXbhad-MBKkbqXysvoZm-ZIucoIJGMPsCxF9b7nYN14Kfd2S8YwHQ7/s320/greece3.jpg" border="0" />At the top of my list at the moment. Like every other country, Greece has it's unique beauty and I can't wait to check out their cliff homes! Picture: Church in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Oia</span></span> on the island of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Santorini</span></span>, Greece.<br />...breathtaking view, beautiful city.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">2</span></strong>. <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">South America including Brazil, Argentina and Peru</span> </span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXMx04ti89IzIKxEzSL6b3e6QCa89lAQGW9a8DLLlvhqnmP1SXRRLWGIj6g6eRLfgpTZRqJ3Q-TLwcNxez_XGbe1TVZk1oc7M7l4fvods-wz-TV10OIpNqBV7F4UlXaLBhZijabK6oN_uU/s1600-h/brazil.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367835992715830306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXMx04ti89IzIKxEzSL6b3e6QCa89lAQGW9a8DLLlvhqnmP1SXRRLWGIj6g6eRLfgpTZRqJ3Q-TLwcNxez_XGbe1TVZk1oc7M7l4fvods-wz-TV10OIpNqBV7F4UlXaLBhZijabK6oN_uU/s320/brazil.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Cristo</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Redentor</span></span> </em>"Christ the Redeemer" statue stands atop <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Corcovado</span></span> Mountain to embrace all of Rio <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">de</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Janeiro</span></span>, Brazil.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHHhalQwvw9tosIR8aWm7dpvDR2ubpl5vxhXFJUVK0xi850oeOXkN3X1Hq6AQlXXhafgScXiUmjA6fhq-HgBmfY4ot4sO5DL0gJ_QaUX6WQ01PbSAYmz35Cd_Amh_hmwbEkDkpgfnZrOXH/s1600-h/peru.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367838977633467778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHHhalQwvw9tosIR8aWm7dpvDR2ubpl5vxhXFJUVK0xi850oeOXkN3X1Hq6AQlXXhafgScXiUmjA6fhq-HgBmfY4ot4sO5DL0gJ_QaUX6WQ01PbSAYmz35Cd_Amh_hmwbEkDkpgfnZrOXH/s320/peru.jpg" border="0" /></a>Rolling countryside of Peru. Look at that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">sun ray</span>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbzfG-zslUs7kwlDqOjCZccqtrxo1U6hglbBcKYcJRHVzGZbKoN2GjSUPAzUO4BeIb7i0Ft_51rSQsoUVVsBt1GWU1MX0XImrQ5awsV_2c80J40jB_rCZXkosVKzAiyuOJCURsyhycJAxC/s1600-h/argentina.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367841680401274082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbzfG-zslUs7kwlDqOjCZccqtrxo1U6hglbBcKYcJRHVzGZbKoN2GjSUPAzUO4BeIb7i0Ft_51rSQsoUVVsBt1GWU1MX0XImrQ5awsV_2c80J40jB_rCZXkosVKzAiyuOJCURsyhycJAxC/s320/argentina.jpg" border="0" /></a>Andes mountains in Argentina. Apparently <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Buenos</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Aires</span></span> is the best place to be when you're in Argentina have to wait and find out.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">3</span></strong>. <span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Europe including France, Spain, Ireland, Scotland, United Kingdom, Iceland, Germany, Italy, Netherlands, Poland, Turkey, Finland, Sweden, Switzerland, Portugal, Norway and Russia.</span> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"></span>I don't think I've listed EVERY country. I'm sure there's a few more but 15+ countries will do for now. I'm especially excited about going to Ireland, Scotland and Russia. Ireland seems like a beautiful place to be and well I'll admit I'm kinda in love with the accent <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">haha</span></span>. Russia because my Dad and brother visited the place a few years back and they said it was fantastic so I've visited my primary sources for some good details. Italy for it's culture and because I'm a lover of their cuisine.. no really, I'm <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">asian</span></span> but we have pasta for dinner like 3 times a week which doesn't really alter the diet that outrageously. Pasta, rice, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">carbs</span></span> you know what's going on. I'm not really a French fanatic but I'd like to be able to say I've been there. I guess Paris won't appeal to me until I've settled down with my other half, for now Ireland please!<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">4</span></strong>. <span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">North America including Greenland (Denmark), Canada, United States (Boston, New York, Chicago, California, Detroit, Washington D.C., Atlanta, Miami, Houston, Dallas, Michigan, Phoenix, Los Angeles, San <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Diego</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Las</span></span> Vegas, San Francisco) and Mexico.</span> </span><br /><br /><div><div>Again, didn't name all the countries and cities but Í think New York, Los Angeles and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Las</span> Vegas appeal to me the most. Can't wait to live out a weekend like "The Hangover" boys. A summer in Miami has got to be worth the trip and who doesn't wanna see the HOLLYWOOD billboard aye? I've tried my best to get some photos together but unfortunately don't have the time to give every city the attention it deserves. (Not that I did anything spesh. google.com does wonders)</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRcbZ3LZPndzjgxrDeSPfp-ykj10HbBI9zYGFTlHKbS6hDb45yJTiJv7MsaaoNY5PtuAjSzyNIfrd4rvJxEIFTSSYrFreEEf81k1TpvR3KJsE8O87nLH8yFa-Ye2gUFWBpLXqcvmZo9lJc/s1600-h/new+york.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368596622719954642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRcbZ3LZPndzjgxrDeSPfp-ykj10HbBI9zYGFTlHKbS6hDb45yJTiJv7MsaaoNY5PtuAjSzyNIfrd4rvJxEIFTSSYrFreEEf81k1TpvR3KJsE8O87nLH8yFa-Ye2gUFWBpLXqcvmZo9lJc/s320/new+york.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>New York at sunset. </div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRcbZ3LZPndzjgxrDeSPfp-ykj10HbBI9zYGFTlHKbS6hDb45yJTiJv7MsaaoNY5PtuAjSzyNIfrd4rvJxEIFTSSYrFreEEf81k1TpvR3KJsE8O87nLH8yFa-Ye2gUFWBpLXqcvmZo9lJc/s1600-h/new+york.jpg"></a></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRcbZ3LZPndzjgxrDeSPfp-ykj10HbBI9zYGFTlHKbS6hDb45yJTiJv7MsaaoNY5PtuAjSzyNIfrd4rvJxEIFTSSYrFreEEf81k1TpvR3KJsE8O87nLH8yFa-Ye2gUFWBpLXqcvmZo9lJc/s1600-h/new+york.jpg"></a></div><br /><div></div><div> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368600829214485378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT1KNbAyCqV4O0GT2tsFdjZXhTPFMCwD9W1g-Iv-jiTvstK4rSYvzMvXJ1fkSNCnRmSNz0_SevJk2XtU0Vrjnc3EzD7NInL7g_jfK-WtCtBLH_HoNrT_4lS01pHdtoeftOB2QtA28pX5_s/s320/miami.jpg" border="0" /><br />Give me this everyday. Miami beach.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVOO_o32106SPcfIvWMvcxfwDlXOnGGq1L_QWonpWjiuSUQWXTZ575sXuNtOM8RUY0UCIIaVVH30rENYlipSZROL6pHL8pGTcuBY8IFIRhhbouSgb_IW8jAs1zwoSErjbW7z7b8SQiKkC7/s1600-h/las+vegas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368602689784533906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVOO_o32106SPcfIvWMvcxfwDlXOnGGq1L_QWonpWjiuSUQWXTZ575sXuNtOM8RUY0UCIIaVVH30rENYlipSZROL6pHL8pGTcuBY8IFIRhhbouSgb_IW8jAs1zwoSErjbW7z7b8SQiKkC7/s320/las+vegas.jpg" border="0" /></a>"Now remember, what happens in Vegas stays, in Vegas... Except herpes, that shit'll come back with ya."<br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW7JQjrJ8bJnd4V3LAipwiVHYF7b5JApz86Y2pKqFgzcr8RK4hWgzsBJIjI4kKvBYSkpF1batnOrCKQzMW6_CWGtHaug6QAa5t8lFdRyw-uiAp8Kj6TouwMarWT510rVpgV5E9MrSDzFQj/s1600-h/las+vegas.jpg"></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><div></div></div><div>So there we go a little taste of my travelling desires. Gotta spend a fair bit of time getting the money together first and then I bid farewell to Australia for a few years. Despite me critisizing travel haters and wanting to leave so bad...</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDuzykqi6G6dpMlNya6uzylLOceaHKmOxOkuOgTwqAIK5HmhXKhm8ihVICVFmH8BJ2qUSd7lunjTQicQxu11-vVBLz0p7JPFX_fy00AB-cGZYHPGvskQHj1u5MGE0t1hXUmp7or8Ux4aBG/s1600-h/this+is+what+i+call+home.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368608070389509954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDuzykqi6G6dpMlNya6uzylLOceaHKmOxOkuOgTwqAIK5HmhXKhm8ihVICVFmH8BJ2qUSd7lunjTQicQxu11-vVBLz0p7JPFX_fy00AB-cGZYHPGvskQHj1u5MGE0t1hXUmp7or8Ux4aBG/s320/this+is+what+i+call+home.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>and that's how it'll stay. </div><br /><div>Takecare, Brooke.</div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03370248361452158650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972974092269539016.post-46703151789500995172009-08-06T19:01:00.002+10:002009-08-06T19:08:53.599+10:00On top of the worldAlthough I know I should really be working on my english essay I had to take the time out to tell you all that it currently feels as if an evil leprechaun is punching my uterus.<br />That was worth the time, you know you feel the same way.<br />I'm thinking about doing an entry based solely on travelling the world. I'll name every country I'm planning to visit in the future and justify why it'd be so flippin' awesome. Along with that a list of outrageous things I'd like to do before I become an old sponge unable to absorb the finer things in life any longer. SUIT UP!Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03370248361452158650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972974092269539016.post-74052871818100259382009-08-05T15:59:00.002+10:002009-08-05T17:23:50.904+10:00electro body known to blow fuses, a stripper from the south lookin' for a pay day, said b*tch you should do it for the love like Ray JayHey all just got home from school and found some time to update this thing. So I realised I haven't written a thing since the holidays... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">this'll</span> be a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">blogjob</span> MEGA. Go and get yourself a cup of coffee and some cookies.<br /><br />Holidays didn't do me much good, instead it left me begging for more cause quite frankly (and I'm sure I speak on behalf of a good number of year 12 buddies) I'm kind of tired of the intense workload and the expectations, but at the same time I want to do well...Can't I just have it all?<br />I'm giving it my best shot this term though so at least I leave 2009 with no regrets and a spot for me at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">USYD</span>. Yeah? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">C'mon</span> Buddha, love me a little. Oh yeah, just so everyone knows I'm moving back to Sydney after I finish school. Everyone who knows how many times I've done this probably wants to slap me senseless but it's true, I've moved <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">wayyyyyy</span> too many times. As much as I'll miss Melbourne I've got other commitments in Sydney I've got stick to I guess. Melbourne will always be the heart of me and I'll miss a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">greatttt</span> number of people but you know, aeroplanes and all, I'll be back to visit.<br /><br />This holiday I didn't get up to much. Bob came to stay for a week and we got up to the usual shopping, movies and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">chillin</span>' when HE got the time since he was always busy helping my Dad out renovating our other home. On the 1st weekend of his stay (bit unsure memory's hazy) we went to the movies with Andy and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Bett</span> to watch Transformers 2. Pretty good movie except I had to sit next to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">drooler</span> who was hypnotised by Megan Fox's mint figure. Can't complain I'm a pretty big fan of her junk as well. Seeing as the movie finished pretty late no surprise no <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">cafe's</span> were open so a coffee catchup was scratched off the list for the day. Instead, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Bett</span> and I stood in Chaddy and had a mini chat while Bob and Andy had theirs. Called it a night and left for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">homeeee</span>.<br /><br />Didn't see anyone until Thursday. Bob and I got ready to go to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Sus</span>' place and seeing as I misplaced my wallet we got there a tad late which isn't a surprise because I'm practically late for everything. No time management skills whatsoever. When we got there we had lunch (well more like we raided <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Sus</span>' pantry and fridge) and helped ourselves. Nothing new there since I do that pretty much <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">everytime</span> I'm hanging out at what I like to call my second home. We played a little pool and I lost miserably against <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">lardo</span> but he taught me how to play snooker so I felt pretty good about myself. Not such a good player to play with though 'cause he'll laugh at your misfortune and your inability to play pool at his level... Rude. After watching the Victoria Secret Fashion Show 2008 and admiring hot women we made plans to go to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Glenny</span> for some coffee. The gang included Jud, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Bett</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Sus</span>, Bob and * (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">asterisk</span> to represent what I'll call in this entry, the fugitive male) We parked and walked towards Mocha Jo's our usual joint and to our despair the cafe was currently under some form of renovation so we headed to Airstream instead. Sat outside to satisfy the smokers and I ordered a Hazelnut latte and it was by far the best latte I have ever had hands down. After a chit chat and good drinks half of us headed home and Jud, Bob and myself headed to shopping centre to have a look see. After a while of pointless shopping because really, Glenny holds nothing of value when it comes to a good shop, we drove Jud home and headed home ourselves.<br /><br />I think this was the Friday or it may have been the Saturday but Lawrence was having a bbq of some sort so afterAnne had come over and Bob had had dinner (eventhough we were going to a bbq) we left for Lawrence's. When we got there everyone was crowding around the bbq scrambling for some heat because it was pretty cold that night. We stood and watched St Bede's boys wax their legs as a dare and then headed to the park. On the way back Bob spotted a dog in the darkness and I thought he was a cutie so I gave him a pat and he followed us all the way back to Lawrence's. Oh yeah, and the dog was pretty obese so he didn't seem like a stray dog working the streets. After a while, Andy called to tell us Bett and himself would be at my place at approx 10:45. I didn't have much time to get ready so we said our goodbyes and left. Got home, got ready and got picked up to head to BLVD bar. (waited for Bob to finish folding the clothes with my mum first....... extra dots for that one) The security guard was totally whack with the i.d's but eventually he couldn't be bothered so we were all let in. We all got comfortable and put our things down and then hit the dancefloor. Can't really be bothered going into detail but it was a good night. Jess gave us a lift back home and we got in at approx 5:30. Dropped dead on my bed and snoozedddd. Got up at 2pm........fat as.<br /><blockquote></blockquote>And I think that pretty much sums up the first week of my holiday. The second week I spent studying and doing holiday homework like a fine churchgirl.<br /><br />First few weeks back at school have been okay. I've managed to put my mind into achieving my goals a little more and I think I'll get by okay if I can get a solid study routine happening which I'm determined, will happen.<br /><br />It's Sus' 18th next week so I'll hear no end to that event until the day comes. I'm excited for her though, she'll finally mature a little. Jokes, love ya SUNSET. Totally not used to calling you that yet.<br /><br />It's also pumba's 18th in 2 days so I'm hoping he'll enjoy it at least a little seeing as he has trials coming up next week. Good Luck! (For my melbournians, trials is equivalent to the term exams)<br /><br />I might post some pics up along with this entry if I can find out how to...I am but the greatest blogger of all time. Cheers.Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03370248361452158650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972974092269539016.post-74918544032240682542009-07-08T14:29:00.001+10:002009-07-14T20:39:20.805+10:00like a comet blazing across the evening sky, gone too soon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmfGdetQwXi6yekC44dnMcGvF6tchL3e7JD8m7bCKu_vvceBVoZnBoL7nI7n_VnPjb3hc6PV9NiQDMMdTqcnJp88lE4MfzqBEINH8x4GJxX1Doo5xauy79PG0PoIr6cQ3WDOaVd8tEAMQg/s1600-h/Moonwalking+MJ.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356662471327416914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmfGdetQwXi6yekC44dnMcGvF6tchL3e7JD8m7bCKu_vvceBVoZnBoL7nI7n_VnPjb3hc6PV9NiQDMMdTqcnJp88lE4MfzqBEINH8x4GJxX1Doo5xauy79PG0PoIr6cQ3WDOaVd8tEAMQg/s320/Moonwalking+MJ.jpg" border="0" /></a>Ahh I've done exceptionally well, a new blog and I've managed to post one entry since the end of April. Fine effort you amateur blog whore.<br />You know what's bloody annoying? Going through a great day, having fun chilling with your mates, having a good laugh and then the funniest thing happens and you're cracking up so much your eyes are becoming slits it's impossible to see and you're just about ready to whizz in your best jeans and you're thinking, hell yeah gonna post this in my blog tonight cause I want those bothered people who read my junk to check this out and have something worthwhile to read...But instead you get home, have some rice to eat and hit the sack. Good one you effen buffalo, you're gonna wake up the next morning and forget you even had a blog, which you will have guessed by now happened several times post April 29th.<br /><br />Enough excuses, I'll go on and hope listening to Michael Jackson classics will trigger something. Ahh yes the passing of Michael Jackson, such a tragic event I've got to say I was devastated. Although I haven't experienced losing someone dear to my heart I can empathize for the Jackson family. Being a huge fan of not only his music but his flawless moves I say shamelessly that I had my fair share of filthy socks trying to execute the all famous moonwalk. There are no words, the man was simply pure genius. R.I.P Michael Joseph Jackson, you made the girls swoon (and I'm sure you made a fair amount of guys do so also). Your music lives on forever, and ever, and ever.<br /><br />I forgot to mention that I am currently on holiday which ultimately means sleeping in 'til the afternoon and pigging out on the greatest amount of junk possible. This lifestyle I like to call the life of a morbidly obese woman. Luckily I haven't yet reached that deathly point, I may just need another trip to KFC to tip me over the edge though. I'll stop mocking fat people now but I have developed a shocking diet since my mum's leave to Sydney. She's been gone for about 4 or so days and we've gone 4 or so days without our daily intake of greens which you'll know leads to...digestional complications... It's funny how mother's have that effect. The absence of one in a family shoots unruly behaviour through the household. Oh well let's not have a sook, it just proves we should take more notice of their efforts when they're actually around doing the laundry, washing the dishes, taking care of the grandkids, shopping, cooking the list is almost endless. Love ya mum.<br /><br />I'd like to explain the picture I chose for my hp pic. I took a liking to it because that expression although pretty darn hideous brings back a few things into mind. I took a list of just a few:<br />- On the train...<br />S: Brooke, look at the woman at 6 o'clock<br />B: Has abit of a sneak peek. Wtf..."Holy shit man she's got a mask on." Big case of Swinophobia (Fear of swine flu)<br />- On the train...<br />A girl's mobile goes off and the ringtone was a squeaky voice repeatedly saying "The best sex I ever haddddddd"<br />- Driving along springvale road and witnessing a man riding a bicycle that had a full water tank 5 times bigger than the actual bike perched on the back. It was admirable to watch though, he rode it so gracefully.<br />- Looking out my window to admire a nice day only to realise that planted on someone's fence across the road was a rather confident couple totally disregarding the fact that children lived down this road making out with hands down pants and whatnot. What's more disturbing is that the boy had obviously taken the girl to another world and she moaned like dry sex in public was the most romantic thing she'd ever experienced.<br />- My mum calling me a, wait for it... "Fucken Jew"<br /><br />So there we have it, some moments that followed up with my facial expression. Good times. Cheerio!Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03370248361452158650noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972974092269539016.post-85622375982263789482009-04-29T22:17:00.001+10:002009-07-15T16:51:50.585+10:00The beginningI can't remember the last time I spoke to myself aka "owned" a blog. Puts an unusual feeling of awkwardness in the room right about now but nevertheless I'll persist. I'll start with the obvious question, why did I get back to it? I really don't know myself. That's a lie but let's just leave that as the clear cut answer. Other than the confucious and daunting reasons, I came back because I missed speaking my mind and giving myself the chance to embrace the english language and discover a whole different world. No, that's a load of pisscrap I stole those homosexual words from my current english teacher. So after coming back from my Kokomo like holiday away from blogging I've sort of lost the jist of it all. Im supposed to tell the internet public what my day was filled with and what bold shinanigans I'd managed to get myself into, right?................................................................................Just booked a one way ticket to the Caribbean. Jokes had a moment of blogophobia. The overshadowing memory of why I actually quit this job came rushing back, it got as boring as George Orwell.<br /><br />So what's been happening lately over the time period of say 2-4 years. I'l put this in dot point form so you don't strain your eyes. I don't know why I refer to air as "you":<br />1. I no longer reside in Sydney, I live in the only place in Australia that lets you live a year in a day. The Four Seasons, Melbourne Victoria. Great place and coming back 5 years later was a good choice. For those that are unaware, I lived in Melbourne before moving to Sydney, yes moving back and forth is the biggest pain in the anus. The one thing I love about moving is you open an unbelievably huge chapter in your life. I met some amazing new people and caught up with friends I'd known since I was running around the quad with my hair up in ponytails and my uniform done up nice and sharp chasing boys as if they wouldn't harass you. Good times. It's a gift to meet people especially when they leave a huge print on one of your pages, and when they're a keeper, mate, BFFL whichever way you wanna put it no doubt you wanna decorate that page and tab it.<br />2. I met someone of similar qualities meaning he must be a slobbish like character, and he's stuck around for quite some time, 2 years and a bit to be exact. I won't go into details on how I met him, our first date etc because that'd be a huge waste of time. Main point is he's special and obese... No that's not very nice of me, he treats me well.<br />3. I've managed to discover a vaccination for swine flu and have been awarded the Nobel prize in my mind. There's been an outbreak of Swine flu (pig flu) and it's spreading from Mexico onwards. Kind of a scary thought but I've convinced my boat2aus (I tried to make refugees that migrated to Australia by the means of a boat sound less alienating) parents that swine flu's not gonna come knocking on our door...just yet. It may well be tomorrow who knows, let's go sky diving. Let's hope it doesn't though cause the virus is on the prowl to kill all of Gen X and Y, what will the world do? we make up the majority of the nation's population. thanks ya no good for nothing pigs.<br />4. I've become an auntie (again) to a lovely little girl Lily Mai Thomas, named after myself (my middle name's Mai.) That doesn't mean Jack (my nephew) moves down the ladder, that just means there's more noise at 6am on a Sunday morning, more kids running down the hallway. My brother and his missus had a little boy named Duc. I know, why would they do that to him? we live in Australia for christ's sake, give him something a little more bully proof. And another little girl on the way, a contribution by my sister. My family's a bunch of rabbits.<br />5. I'm currently in year 12 doing my VCE (Victorian Certificate of Education) and well, enough said.<br /><br />That's all I've managed to rack out of my brain atm so when some more random facts find their way back into my horrible memory I'll let ya know. For now I'm going to go back to watching Two and a Half Men, great show.Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03370248361452158650noreply@blogger.com1