Sunday, September 15, 2013

Harbour Cruising

It is like a moment from a movie. A really good movie that you might watch over and over. Looking across the water on a springtime evening, back towards city lights, champagne flowing, nothing but laughs and happy. 

At that moment you feel like the star. 

People were swaying. Maybe with the boat, maybe with the music, maybe with the wine. 

Puffing a cigar with the German. Reminiscing about the old days. About this exact same moment 4 years ago. Before life had really started. Before I filled my brain full. Before I really understood what was going to be so good about my life. 

I don't think anyone looks back on their life and remembers the nights they had plenty of sleep. I know I will be looking back on this night in years to come, and thanking myself for getting it together, so that I can truly live and love everything I am living for. I like waking up and thinking

 "If I died today, I can honestly say that I have taken every opportunity to be alive. And I haven't got a single regret."

And today, this is exactly what I am thinking.  

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Just a little "perk up your day" moment.

This is a bit cheeky... wouldn't surprise me if Icona Pop sued over this...I don't care though. I love it.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Legal Dilemas

One of the things that pops up all the time when people ask me about my law degree is whether I want to be admitted as a solicitor or a barrister. Just to confirm, the difference is about 100 000 dollars a year in salary and you need to be admitted as a solicitor first.  I should also mention that attorney is a word that is used in America.

God, it really pisses me off when people are all like " Oh! So you will be a fully qualified attorney?" NO! I will be a lawyer. In the good old British sense of the word. I also like the words knickers and mollycoddling. What of it?

 If you call me an attorney, I will start calling myself Shirley Schmidt.

In addition to this, I want to avoid confusion by saying that the only bar I plan to spend any time at in the near future is the tennis club across the road, drinking 4 dollar ports and playing trivia.




Monday, July 1, 2013

Nights I want to Forget

It is interesting that at times when you are surrounded by so many people, you can sometimes feel so alone. So many people are talking to me about their lives, the world, the law... sometimes just general friendly smack talk and I hear nothing. I am in the middle of a huge congregation, and I find myself laughing and agreeing with things that are said, but my mind is just blank. Everything is just spinning around in my head like a washing machine on overdrive and I just want to stand there and scream to see if anyone hears me. Not in the literal sense, but in the sense that sometimes I just want someone to hear what I am feeling.

I have never been so overwhelmed as I am right now. I am backed into a corner and there is absolutely no way out. I know I will get through all this, and I know there are so many things waiting on the other side but I am running short of patience. And I don't know how to make everything better. x

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Need a little wisdom today?



I just couldn't agree more. 

There is always more to the story than the bits of it you don't like. 


Sunday, June 23, 2013

The Inheritance Cycle


I decided a while back that it was high time for me to renew my passion for fantasy. Actually... I was only ever really passionate about Harry Potter, but I thought I would give another YA series a go. An interesting move at 23...

The Inheritance Cycle seemed perfect. Thick pages, not difficult to read and it had dragons in it. Dragons are my second favourite animal, with unicorns being the obvious choice for first place. I realise that it is unfortunate that neither of these animals actually exist in physical form, but that actually works out beautifully for me because I really dislike most things that breathe.

So I started the first book and was, to put it nicely, disappointed. I can't even really tell you what the story was about beyond Eragon finding a dragon egg, dragon egg hatching, he becomes a rider, he travels round a bit then at the end gets in a battle. In theory, this sounds like the makings of a great book but I just couldn't get into it.

I started reading the second one a few weeks back because I am weird like that. I start something and I need to finish it.. That's actually a fib. I just like to finish books. Partially so I can give it a chance, and partially so I can add it to my "read books" shelf on goodreads.

It started out sucking, and it took me weeks to get a third into it because I kept putting it off, even starting Anna Kerenina, in the hopes that a wee bit of Russion literature would occupy my brain a little better (it didn't). Then suddenly out of nowhere, I found myself being a bit drawn in. I am starting to want to know a little bit more about Eragon and his Dragon, and I like that it is jumping to Roran's story as well...

So although I haven't finished it, and this is the lamest mid book review ever, I just wanted to say that I am glad I was stern with my brain and that I made myself sit down and keep reading.

You should do the same. Put down 50 shades of grey or anything by Jodi Piccoult immediately, and go and read something more realistic, like Eragon.




Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Maybe it's more like racial stereotyping than actual racism...


Well it seems like it's Gordon Ramsey- 1 Australian sport -0. 

Maybe it's okay if crime statistics put truth in it? 


Thursday, June 13, 2013

Landfill Harmonic


I love a good success story in the morning! I am sitting on the opposite side of the globe to where this was filmed, listening to music made on modified landfill garbage, that sounds better than most people can make on regular instruments.

I came across this in a chain email forwarded to me by my dad. I thought it was really rather inspiring.

These kind of triumphs in peoples lives give me a little bit of faith in the world.Somtimes the people who have the most to be bitter about are the ones who are the least bitter and most beautiful people of them all.



Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Get around this one!

So I don't know whether you are into these things or not, but so it goes, that in the middle of exams, when you should be making life changes, like getting a career organised, or you know, being generally productive in some way, this happens.

Volcom Fiji Pro

And I am getting around it like a hobo with a ham sandwich. Spending the morning in bed watching my dreams happen, on a heart shaped island in Fiji.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Just another viewpoint on one of the more difficult Australian debates: Gay Marriage.

So in response to this article, here's my two cents worth.

 For the record, I am not gay and I have absolutely no authority on the matter whatsoever other than being a savvy follower of any political disagreement.


This is a really interesting perspective and I agree that it is not psychologically ideal for a child to be in that situation where they are going to have an emotionally complicated upbringing. I can't help but wonder though, whether many of these emotional complications could be avoided if society didn't attach a stigma to homosexual relationships that defines them as less valid than heterosexual couples. Gay marriage seems to be something of a moral panic in the same way that there was a moral panic when woman wanted to work, rather than sit at home and raise a family, or when Indigenous people wanted to be recognised in the constitution as people rather than native fauna. These are all societal issues that take time for people to comprehend and come to terms with.

Putting this argument aside and coming back to children in same sex parent families who may suffer some psychological issues as a result of homosexual parenting, and using this logic of a "moral hazard", what about the kids being raised by one parent because the parents are divorced? Or the kids being violently or sexually abused, the kids who are being taken away from their families by docs and put in foster families or adoptive families of a different race? Should we ban overseas adoption too?

 I know that people get sick of the "A loving family with homosexual parents is better than a violent family with heterosexual parents" argument, but I do think there is some validity in this. I would love to see comparative statistics  of kids who grow up in violent households compared with kids growing up with homosexual parents. There isn't much yet, at least not in Australia because this is a relatively new situation. My hypothesis is that kids growing up in loving families of any kind are generally going to be far better off than those who are not. Particularly since in a some situations, that's where the kids of gay couples could have been.

Maybe I will be wrong.

And why is surrogacy for gay couples, than hetero couples that cannot conceive? Do they treat their donor any differently? Can they love their child unequivocally? I know a girl who came from a surrogate, and let me tell you, the love that her parents have for her is certainly unconditional. She is their entire world.

So should this issue of raising children that the LGBT are demanding the right to have, be an impediment to gay marriage? I don't think so. I know that blanket equality is an idealistic concept that probably won't work in many situations, I just am not convinced that this is one of them.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

The Fitness Competition

Winning has always been really important to me. I'm in it to win it always. Everything is a competition.

I'm not the kind of person who has a big old whinge if I don't win... Actually that's a lie. I do, but I don't get all sore about it. I always display what I would consider to be a reasonable level of sportsmanship.

I hve recently discovered "Strava.".http://www.strava.com/

It's an app that connects you and your running buddies so you can check each others runs and and rides. I am not exactly certain whether the point is social fitness, or the point is "beat your friend". Either way, watch out Strava buddies. I'm coming for you and your regular running routes.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Facebook Fights

Something I have been experiencing in the past couple of months to an outrageous extent, are "facebook fights." People that have decided that rather than a good old private phone call, or even the heated but outdated text message, they will publicly challenge you on facebook. In real time.  For all your hundreds of "friends" to see.

While I can see the potential for "facebook fights" having a negative influence on young girls and the general ceramic population (to whom I would suggest should immediately delete the fools who are bullying you from your account as a solution to the problem), I personally find a modicum of hilarity in the whole pathetic drama.

It would seem that sometimes people think it appears clever when they feel they have devised a meaningful response to a post they disagree with. Oh well done. It's only taken you 10 minutes to come up with the most insidious response you can muster. All I can say, is that I am glad I'm not actually in contact with these people face to face. It would be about as exciting as watching a sloth cross the road. So... not very exciting at all, albeit mildly amusing. See below for said amusement.



Even better, is when facebook is being utilised as a communication tool between groups of whatever sort, and people use it to have an actual argument with someone. Actual arguments on facebook serve only to cause great awkwardness the next day, when, in my experience, people pretend like it hasn't happened. Cowards.

Standard facebook "cumback."


Some of my favourite controversial status's are things about abortion, gay marriage or Julia Gillard, but guess what? Ultimately I don't care whether you are for or against these things. Nor does anyone else... except maybe radical crazies who are going to stalk you, hunt you down and kill you because you don't share their appreciation for whatever sky fairy it is that they believe in. You should watch out for that.





Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Round the Twist

Split point, walking up the now bitumen road to the lighthouse.

On a recent road trip down the east coast of Australia, into the land of the southerners (Victoria), I visited a childhood icon. 

Split point lighthouse is the setting of a "Round the Twist.  A show made in the late 80s and into the mid 90s. Seeing it in real life is a far cry from the show, there are no tree spirits or human skulls to be found... at least not that I saw. There have also been some adjustments made to the lighthouse itself as they are no longer filming. There is now a bitumen road, not a gravel track, and there are hundreds of tourists milling around wanting to have a look at the place. 

What was similar however, was the eerie feel that split point has always had about it. The interesting rock structures on the surrounding coast and of course the iconic light. I found myself wanting to look for the crazy things I had seen on the show, and I wanted to go exploring just like Bronson used to. It was quite a special moment for a lighthouse lover to be absorbed into memories like sugar in water. 

It's my favourite, and also one of the weirdest episodes. 

The classic shot of split point. Somewhat eerie, but quite magnificent. 

Monday, April 15, 2013

Take a chance

I need to remember this. At this pivotal moment in my life, chances must be taken. Even if they seem scary, unmanageable, unreachable and the outcome looks hopeless, I need to take them. If I don't, someone else will. 

(weheartit.com)

Sunday, April 7, 2013

The truth about forever





“That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it's reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.”
― The Truth About Forever

Happiness.

You stand there as though time has reversed a year. Your beautiful face, your long blond hair, your tattoos and your black shirt. My god I have missed you.

So many things flood into my head, crowding out what I actually want to say and I am speechless. For the first time in a long time. I love the way you look at me and hold me like it's 2011. I love the way you still speak at 200 words a minute, and I am the only one who understands you.  Memories float back to me and flashes of fun, happiness, peace, comfort and challenge surround me, so full and delicious. The good old days.  

Your arms wrap around me and my head is on your chest and I have never felt safer knowing you are here, with me, right now.  I feel as though I can spill me heart all over you still, and you would scoop it up and put it all back where it needs to be. You are so perfectly familiar and while things may have changed, we have not. 

Hold me, and never let me go.




Monday, March 25, 2013

The book thief... a very brief review.


The Book ThiefThe Book Thief by Markus Zusak
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I would actually give this book 4.5 stars.

I found it slightly difficult to get into, but once I was there, I never wanted to get out.

This is truly experimental fiction, and although maybe not for everyone, I thought it was something a little bit spectacular.


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Tuesday, March 19, 2013

A short history of my career as a non, but aspiring to be, professional writer.


I started journalism in 2010 at UOW after a year of studying law. It was not what I expected. I had imagined spending hours, writing about things that interested me, getting creative with my photography and chasing stories from around the world. What actually happened was that I realized what interested me did not interest everyone else. My understanding of digital cameras was minimal at best and chasing stories from around the world required actual journalistic skills that I did not, yet have.

In my first journalism subject, where I wrote my first ever news story, I received only a low credit. Disappointing is the worlds biggest understatement. I almost quit on the spot. Until that point, I had always considered myself a good writer and I assumed everyone else did too. Although I was heartbroken at the time, I can look back now and see that this terrible mark, was the kick in the pants I needed to want to improve my writing. That is what I have been trying to do ever since.

I started a blog. It began as a pathetic pathway to express my university woes. I would write when I wanted to procrastinate from studying for law subjects and by default, this meant I was writing every day. As my studies continued, I began to practice journalism on my blog. I would have friends and family read my journalism assessments on there, before I submitted them. I would use it as a means to write about local news stories, or comment on worldly ones. I was writing reviews for restaurants, movies and books. Writing about these things was how I practiced writing for an audience, and writing in language that they could understand. Coming from a legal background where the bigger the word the better the mark, I found this difficult.

My understanding of professional writing is someone who gets paid to write. I found, while I was studying feature writing, that what I want to get paid for, is writing about food. I like to visit restaurants, then pretend I am A.A Gills, the worlds harshest, funniest and most sued for defamation food critic, and write reviews. 

I learnt that the most entertaining reviews, do not use words that take 10 minutes to pronounce because you need to look up their meaning and pronunciation in a dictionary, then check the pronunciation again online through a sound file so you can double check you’re saying it right. The best food reviews are written in simple, clear language.  They make you laugh, cringe or vomit because you understand exactly what they are trying to say. These skills apply to all professional writing and they are skills I still need to be working on continually.

I am realizing every day that I still have a long way to go if I want to be a professional writer.  I need to vary my writing, I need to write more often and I need to get some practical experience in writing for someone other than myself in order to graduate with a degree in journalism and professional writing.

I have learnt not to be selfish when I write. I have learnt that law jargon is unacceptable in news stories. I have learnt that newswriting is not for me. Although journalism was not what I expected, this is what makes it exciting. I know that I need to read more and stop bursting into tears when someone tells me they don’t like my writing if I ever want to make it as a professional. That is what I will be working on until graduation.

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Victims of the criminal justice system?

Is it just me, or do many Indigenous Australian's appear to be victims of the criminal justice system?

Ironically, the system that aims to "help" people and do "justice", is bullying Indigenous people into submission. We say we have gone past assimilation and into the self determination era, and yet, they are still living by white law.

If someone came along and said to me, "You can determine your own life, you can keep your community, you can speak your language, but you must abide by sharia laws" I would be completely outraged. I can't keep my life, culture and identity if I am to be persecuted for the very things I find appealing about my life. What has happened, since 1788, is that an entire race of people have lost themselves, their culture, their identity,  for no good reason other than white people felt the need to exercise their perceived superiority. A lack of understanding led to something terrible, but then in true British fashion, like anything undesirable, it was swept under the carpet.

I can't help but feel as though this continues on today. If an Indigenous person ends up in court, it is rare that what led them to their situation is taken into account. They are punished according to white standards and no opportunities, beyond token gestures are offered to attempt to understand "why" and to rehabilitate them, in a culturally sensitive and specific way.

I do not know how to fix this problem, but one day I hope we can find an answer. Perhaps we should start by stepping back, and actually committing to what was promised when John Howard was voted in as the prime minister, and give people self determination. Step back to when an apology and all the promises that went with it was made by Kevin Rudd, and honour those words. Presently, it seems like on paper we want self determination, but in reality, Indigenous policies are simply an extension of assimilation.

Just a thought.

Thursday, February 21, 2013

A moment in Japan.

It's one of those heart stopping moments. The kind of moments that literally take your breath away. It is like falling in love and like free falling from the sky. You can't breathe or think or feel because every sensory establishment in your entire body is overwhelmed with complete and utter raw happiness, at the sight before your eyes. It is everything you ever dreamed it would be and everything you were told it could be.

You will be seeing Kanji symbols everywhere for a very long time, and rather than dismiss them, you will wonder what they mean and admire their complexity, and delicate strokes. You will hear the jingles of Tokyo trains over Sydney metal forever, because they are not sounds and songs that you could ever forget, or want to.

The tradition and culture has soaked into your delicate, sheltered Australian skin and something about you will never quite be the same again. You have been in an experience that is so unique, and no one can ever take it away from you. In the darkest of days and longest of hours, as you sit at a desk from 9-5, as you cry over broken hearts, as you live your life, and grow old and your life begins to fade, the lights of Tokyo will light up your imagination. They will be as clear as they were tonight in your mind, and you will wish only to be standing back in front of them, watching your breath mist as the cold touches your soul, and wakes you from all the bad dreams you have ever had. You will want to feel the snow flakes stick to your nose and, while you may never be this cold again, you don't care because this experience, this moment, is not one that you would give up for the world. This is the world. You are in it. You love it.



Golden days

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Monday, February 4, 2013

Where did all the professionals go?

Professionalism. We all know it's important. If you don't know, you are probably not a professional.

The problem I have with it, is that it is so clearly a facade. I have never met someone who is, in their essence of self, a professional or someone who wants to behave like one. The line between personal and professional has become increasingly blurry with the introduction of social media and text messages. When someone says something on facebook, there seems to be more room for personal judgement, comment or voice where in the past, this has not been possible in a professional environment. Does it make our jobs better? Well no. I would argue that it makes our jobs harder.

When someone tells me something on a professional facebook page, I find it impossible not to take personally. It might be good, it might be bad, it might just be plain unprofessional. Whatever the context, it interferes with my personal life. You can no longer escape the professional world to come home and be yourself, and you can no longer be yourself in a personal world, in case the professional world sees it.

It often makes me feel as though I am in limbo and leaves me wondering when I can be my true self, if ever. Ideally, I would like to go to work, come home and forget about the day, leave it behind and never think of it again, particularly if it was a bad one, but I come home to check my email, my facebook and my phone to find that I am being followed, watched and scrutinised on many levels and it is therefore simply, not a possibility. I have to stay professional all the time, despite some things that are said over social mediums being so clearly unprofessional, sometimes, just downright mean. I suspect this is an issue for almost everyone and leads me to believe that the truth is, professionalism is a facade. Social media is starting to show it for what it really is.

It leaves me wondering, if the world continues in this way, what will become of the world in which suited people make important decisions about the lives of the less well dressed and those who can't make the decisions for themselves. What will they do and where will they go when all the lies surface?

Friday, January 4, 2013

The truth about forever.






“That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it's reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.” 
― The Truth About Forever, Sarah Dessen

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Why hello there 2013...

(Sydney NYE website)


Thanks for this pretty little display Sydney! 

RIP 2012
2012-2012


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