Sunday, 31 August 2014

"My little story"




A photo a day - Day 21, August 31st.

Here is a little story;

Chapter 1.

It's been five years since I opened up that wooden box.
The wooden box underneath my bed, with wisps of dust gathered into the crevices of the wood work.
The box that Mrs Linn from the antique shop gave to me before she died.
I could barely remember what was in that box; the last time I opened it my life took a sharp turn down a dark alleyway no one, not even the cruelest of minds deserved to go down.
But it happened to me.
Me.
Because of this dumb wooden box.
I snap back into reality, chucking the box onto the carpet floor. What am I doing? Why am I putting myself through this? Why don't I just spare my life and chuck it away? No one needs to know.
Of course nothing is that easy.
I reach down, pick up the box and lay it on my lap. Slowly and cautiously, I tug at the lid , which seemed to have glued itself shut. Maybe it was a sign that I shouldn't open it. Wait no; I'm stronger now. I should be able to handle this. Gradually, the lid starts to come off, and I can instantly smell the strong scent of the old wood.
Breathe. You can do this, I tell myself.
The lid comes off eventually, my force causing it to fall onto the ground.
Inside was a necklace made of black string with a small wooden shark tied to it.
I breathe a sigh of relief. This silly little thing? I expected it to be some ancient clock watch that could bring me to the past and the future. It was actually quite cute! It could cause no harm.
I lift the frail piece of jewellery into my hands and put it around my neck.
Hmm, nothing yet. I look into the mirror and cock my head to the side, running my thumb across the surprisingly smooth little shark. Then I--

- written by Zoe Thompson.

Saturday, 30 August 2014

"Lazy Days"




A photo a day - Day 20, August 30th.

You know those days when you either wake up late or wake up early, and you have in mind of a couple of things to do, but the day isn't fully packed.
You get those jobs completed and it makes you feel good, like you're on top of your brain.
A true 'lazy day' is when you get caught out, and you find yourself doing nothing productive or interesting, but your system is having a nap and therefore the rest of your body that is awake is just focused on that boring activity, and it feels nice. You're relaxed.
Lying on your bed with the door shut, staring straight through your bedroom ceiling like there is another world on the other side.
Not thinking about things that are important, that cause you stress or cause you to re-think or think ahead.
Watching something on television and really, really seeing it - like you're seeing it for the first time. Maybe you are seeing it for the first time but it is the first time when you've really appreciated the story before your eyes, and understood it.
Lazy days kind of make you think about things you don't have the chance to think about during your hectic, scheduled life.
I love lazy days.

Friday, 29 August 2014

"The Bra Poem"



A photo a day - Day 19, August 29th.

Everyone knows what a bra does.
It holds up the breasts of a woman.
Some women don't wear them.
But they are actually very common.
Some bras are pretty,
with lace as delicate as snow.
A bra can be plain,
or have a little bow.


Thursday, 28 August 2014

"Chatting with ze friends"



A photo a day - Day 18, August 28th.

Today was such a good day - I never realised how much I loved shopping. (When I have money at least.) Even though all I bought was a new folder for school and a present for my friend's birthday.
My sister Cleo is in the picture along with my two friends Lusia and Connie. We went to Starbucks and we just chatted about things. It was lovely. The conversation never died, we all understood eachother, and for once this holiday I've felt confident about returing to school.
The only reason why I wasn't confident was because it is an important year and there's going to be a lot of stress. Talking with friends has made me more excited to be honest. It's just nice talking to people who you value, who you care about, who you can laugh with.
We chatted about how we kinda wanted to make a difference this year. I don't know; die our hair, get some pericings, cut our hair, try a new hairstyle, create a new wardrobe. Not to impress anyone, but for ourselves. We all have been through stuff, some of us more than others of course, but in a way we all get eachother and feel the same way about a lot of things.
I just love talking to my friends.
Thank you friendssssssss

Wednesday, 27 August 2014

"Home Again And Focusing On The Now"



A photo a day - Day 17, August 27th.

I'm finally up to date! 
It's strange to be back home again. For the past few days I've been used to long car rides, humid air, palm trees and the scent of the salty sea.
Being back home is both happy and sad. 
Happy because I get to be reunited with my bedroom and my beloved pillows. 
Sad because it means that summer is almost over which leads to school, which leads to revision, which leads to stress.
My thoughts are constantly growing vines, I think I need to chill out! Maybe I should just focus on being back home today rather than being to engrossed in what will happen tomorrow or the week after.
I shall save myself the stress and make the rest of my day better by focusing on the now.

"Makes Me Feel About The Way I Feel"


A photo a day - Day 16, August 26th.

Thinking about being young makes me feel the way I feel about thinking about my future.
It also makes me feel as wordy as that sentence!
It confuses me.
Like, was there anything I missed out? Should I have done something to block out the nostalgia in my brain for the future I now call the present?
I guess I will never figure it out.
I can only watch the young people I love, watch them go about growing up and learning new things.
Life doesn't wait for anyone.
No one.
Once you're born, that's it.
No going back.
No going back.
From the moment you start breathing in your birthday suit, you have the responsibility in yourself to grow up.
Of course you will be 'brought' up, but no one can make you grow up.
Life is an evil and wonderful challenge we start facing from day 1.
We're the pilot of our experiences, our good moments.
Once they're done, they are done.
I think that's why they say that in a way, being young are the best days of your life. Maybe the plane is being stirred by others sometimes.
But in the end it's always yours.

"When I'm Rich"



A photo a day - Day 15, August 25th.

When I'm rich, I will spend my life's savings on the fanciest hotel in the world.
When I'm rich, I will have a pool that overlooks the grand blue stretch of the ocean.
When I'm rich, I will burn my hundred pound notes in the fire to keep myself warm.
When I'm rich, my wedding dress will be a Vera Wang from the Classic collection.
When I'm rich, my husband will be silver and our children will be gold.
When I'm rich, my jet plane will be able to seat over 200 people.
When I'm rich, I will die rich.
When I'm rich, I will be happy.
When I'm rich I will bathe in the happiness I call money.

Too ambitious?
Yeah ur right - lemme just get a job first then we'll see how things work out. 

"Tsunami"



A photo a day - Day 14, August 24th.

There is a tsunami.
The waves that were once a continuous cycle of tranquility are now a raging, urgent and majestic cycle of fury.
Go on, close your eyes and imagine it.
The quiet, still air you were once breathing in now struggles to enter your nostrils and you find yourself drowning into the depths of the unknown.
You don't see; you hear, you feel and you drown.
Suddenly there is so depth. 
There is absence of colour; just the dark watery and salty sea.
You are left to quarrel with the force that is driving you downwards, power one second, impact the next.
Hope and then doubt.
Rage and then fear.
Life and then. . .
Death.
From the peaceful stretch of tide, to death. 


"Mon petit château de cartes"



A photo a day - Day 13, August 23rd.

In my little house of cards, everyone gets along with eachother.
The King and the Queen do not fight, for they have nothing to fight about.
The foundations are strong and the top stands tall.
The reds, blacks, diamonds, hearts, clubs and spades are all different.
However they learn to tolerate one and other despite their differences.
My little house of cards is therefore perfect, for there is peace between the walls of numbers.
*tries to come up with a cute pun about cards and fails*

"The Way We Look"



A photo a day - Day 12, August 22th.

We're so obsessed with the way we look, especially women.
But with the expectations of a woman in our society, it's actually impossible not to be.
We spend ages trying to perfect ourselves, to impress everyone around us. In some situations, we try just as hard to satisfy only one person.
Often I think that the people who surround us, our friends and colleagues are secretly the ones who we try hard to keep interested and satisfied. Yes, the media make us feel bad, but so do the people we see everyday. This is because we're all different; they will always be something that someone has that you don't. We all have different opinions, wants and perspectives which makes it harder to truly fulfil someones desire.
We dress to impress, but if we broaden our view a bit we actually dress to demoralize as well. An example of this is possibly a time when you were at a party and decided that you had the nicest make up, the coolest outfit, and made sure that you let everyone know about it; quietly and mentally.
But what can we even do about that?
Wanting to impress somebody is human nature.
Falling for the media's bombarded images of unrealistic bodies is almost too easy.
Trying hard - sometimes too hard - is human.

"Belonging To An Individual"



A photo a day - Day 11, August 21th.

A name.
What does your name mean to you?
Does it represent who you are?
When people see your name before they see you, are there a bunch of expectations, predictions and descriptions?
What if it is in reverse?
Are there disappointments?
Out of all the letters in the alphabet, three of them were chosen for me, therefore those letters will remain special and I will remain modest.
A name.
Something which you own, but is mostly used by others.
Treasure your name, for it is yours. 

"A Little Boat"



 A photo a day - Day 10, August 20th.

I wish I was a little boat, bobbing along the sea.
I wish I was a little boat; as pretty as could be.
I wish I was a little boat; alone alone alone.
But I wish I was a little boat, sailing towards the unknown.

"On A Plane"


A photo a day - Day 9, August 19th.

I can't explain the feeling of being on a plane.
The sensation of flying, without any energy,
The irony of seeing the clouds below you,
The excitment when your destination is soon.

I can't explain the feeling of being on a plane.
The impact of the take off and landing
And the rollercoaster inside your stomach.
I guess I can explain the feeling of being on a plane.
But do we all feel the same?



Monday, 18 August 2014

"Shop Shop Shop"



A photo a day - Day 8, August 18th.

What a day!
Last minute shopping at Westfields. We came at a great time because not many people were there! And we had an early lunch at T.G.I Fridays (heaven.) I bought a pretty skort and a burgundy singlet, this amazing green checked skirt from H&M and about 50 hair bands. (I lose about that much in the space of 2 days, but I'm determined!) 
I really wanted to buy a new bikini top because I was having second thoughts about the strapless one. But oh well, I'm not complaining. I haven't even packed yet, and I still need to hang out a clothes wash, but I think I will got to the laundrette. 
I think that the fact that I haven't done those two things is the reason why the excitedness (is that a word?) for tomorrow hasn't sunk in yet. But I have an uncanny-knack that I wont be getting much sleep tonight, and my alarm is set for 4.45am. Haha! 



Sunday, 17 August 2014

"Grandmas' Sunday Dinner"


A photo a day - Day 7, August 17th. 

On this very plate was once a Sunday dinner; chicken, rice and peas, vegetables and roast potatoes. (I still don't even know how my grandma makes them so well.) 
The potato you may observe was the one I was saving until very last because I just knew it would be the best bloody potato ever cooked. I was right! I'm already feeling nostalgic and it has only been like 2 hours since it was consumed. Man there's just something about my grandma's dinners which are just so fantastic. Is it the chicken, cooked to perfection without a timer on the oven? Or those damn potatoes which are just so crispy in the most perfect way? Her dinners deserve awards. But at the same time only my family and I deserve her dinners, and they should only touch the tips of our tongues and excite only our taste buds. Yeah, I like it better that way. 
I love giving my grandma company because she loves it, and loves when we love her food, although she pretends to think that nobody likes it and is "surprised" and laughs when the reply is a quick "Everybody loves your food grandma!"
       Grandmas are so special. And they can cook a hell of a Sunday dinner! 

Saturday, 16 August 2014

"Bed Before Morning Run and Modern Family"






A photo a day - Day 6, August 16th.

This was taken right before my morning run. I changed my sheets the night before and so my bed was crisp and quite cold despite the fact that I just got up. I really value health and fitness. I can't talk tbh though! I'm writing this at 10.00pm because I just got back from this family get together (basically where there was dancing, reggae and tipsy grown ups). I had a lot to eat, including 3 packets of crisps. Don't look so surprised! I could have eaten more but we had to leave. (teehee) Anyway, since I'm going to St Lucia in 2 days, I figured I might as well start getting fit so I can look, well, fit in my bikini! (I tried eating healthy...) I'll post a pic of the bikini tomorrow.
          At 6.30am when my alarm goes off and I force myself to get up, I sort of get this weird attraction to my bed that I never know I have until I wake up. It's just so warm and the duvet has moulded to the shape of my bent legs, and the pillow dips so that my head is in the perfect posistion. Unfortunately as soon as I get up, my bed pops back to its original state; cold and crisp.
My bed does look quite pretty though.
I like the juxtaposition of the warm, firery red colours and the pale, dull blue-y grey with the white and purple pillow. Haha, I'm trying to sound like Cam from Modern Family because in an episode where him, Mitch, Alex and Manny go to the art museum he ends up feeling like the dumb one of the group. At the end, him, Mitch and Manny try to analyise a piece of art and try to sound really intelligent but he's just talking about a mustard stain on Alex's t-shirt. That was such a good episode.

Friday, 15 August 2014

"Therapeutic baking, life and cannibalism"


A photo a day - Day 5, August 15th.

Baking is really therapeutic!
Baking is life.
It starts off with a bowl and other utensils. (Conception.) Then you start adding things to it: Butter, eggs, flour, milk.
Until you have this mixture. You mix it until it's just right. (Birth.)
Afterwards, the mixture gets put into the oven to grow and blossom. (Puberty!)
Finally you have the masterpiece, which you created. It may not turn out how you planned, but you decide to eat it anyway. Oh gosh this is starting to sound like cannibalism.
Anyways, adding all of the ingredients gives you time to realise what your problems are.
The mixing gives you time to reflect on those problems.
And putting it in the oven gives you time - (roughly 22-25 mins) - to sort it all out.
       I've enjoyed writing this while listening to Phoenix. It's so random, and not that great, and my handwriting - (I write in a notebook first if you're wondering) - is appalling, but the cakes are baking in the oven and that's all that matters.

Phoenix playlist I was listening to:
  • If I Ever Feel Better.
  • Lisztomania.
  • Run Run Run.
  • Too Young.
  • Consolation Prizes.
  • Long Distance Call.
  • Chloroform.
  • Armistice.
  • One Time Too Many.
Their other songs are amazing too so you should check them out! 

Thursday, 14 August 2014

"Young, undiscovered dreams"


A photo a day - Day 4, August 14th.

I wonder what my baby cousin is dreaming about. 
I hope it isn't a nightmare, but I wouldn't be surprised because I think a storm is about to break loose! The sky is dark grey and I can hear brontide - the low distant rumbling of thunder (beautiful word!) 
OK, back to the point. 
Is she dreaming of colours, numbers, animals? I wonder if she is enjoying her dream - if she is dreaming at all. Does she have the brain power to be like "nah this dream is well dry" and change it, just like that? (*cue the click of the fingers sound*)
Ahh. Who knows.
Why try and figure out the unknown anyway? The undiscovered, to me, is like a collection.
Collections lose their value once they are opened, therefore the unknown will too lose its value and attractiveness once it is known.
Lets just be forever thankful for the secret beauties of the world and the human brain.

Wednesday, 13 August 2014

"Summer Homework"



A photo a day - Day 3, August 13th.

Yep, you read right. Summer Homework.
Please correct me if I'm wrong but the words 'summer' and 'homework' really should not be in the same sentence. Unless you're saying something along the lines of "Yay it's summer and I don't need to worry about bloody homework!"
If that kind of sentence is unfamiliar with you, you may need to re-write your brain dictionary!
Umm. . .who needs to focus on who supported or opposed the Weimar Republic in 1919? Not me that's for sure!
This summer is all about relaxing, preparing myself for next year at school because it's "the big year" where "everything counts." Preparing comes in different forms. A form I like to do is enjoying these tiny 6 weeks of freedom, seeing friends, not wasting a day, being rebellious.
          . . .or maybe starting a blog.
I think that the weather is starting to feel my pain with a passion because there is a huge, dark, ominous, gray cloud slowly but surely making its way towards my bedroom window. I'm full of foreboding but I suppose that's better than trying to figure out how the support from certain political parties affected the government.

Tuesday, 12 August 2014

"The nostalgia box"


A photo a day - Day 2, August 12th.

This box fills me with a great wave of nostalgia. I was lucky to receive it as a secret santa present from my friend last year.
Inside are letters from my friends, a lush bath bomb which is responsible for the sweet refreshing smell that manages to escape into every corner of my bedroom with a lift of the lid. Overtime, I have added things into the box. There are coins, chocolates, bits of blue glass from my favourite lamp which, although broken, is still on my shelf being used to this day. There was once a book called 'Blue' by Sue Mayfield inside but it has now transferred itself to my book shelf. It is an amazing book.

This box reminds me of great, if not better times. It inspires me to love myself and others. It reminds me to love my friends, to count myself lucky.

I love the way it smells and how it fits neatly on my table.

"The Morning Light"



A photo a day - Day 1, August 11th.

My first pic, so here goes. The light coming in through the window was perfect; not too bright and sunny, but not too dull either. I think I'll call it "The Morning Light."

I like my room - sometimes. A room is so personal. Everything in it is because of you. Everything (mostly) is yours. There is so much more space in my room now that I've moved my wardrobe back against the wall. It looks more spacey. I like.

My room looks good from this angle. Everything looks slanted and smooth. The colours are peaceful, relaxing, and together they create a sort of dull yet pretty image.