Sunday, December 28, 2008

You wear your ruins well

I was sitting in the back yard of a friend of a friend’s house when my left foot felt funny. It actually had room to move. This is unusual seeing as the shoes I was wearing were half a size too small for my feet. When I saw these vintage red with silver shoes at the Camberwell market, I fell in love with them. Even though it’s a bit of a squish, they are my favorite shoes by far. When I realized that my foot was not constricted I was surprised to notice a hole in the toe. That hole then grew to about the size of an inch. Some masking tape then saved me for a few minutes till the whole back heel peeled off. I was still able to wear the shoe dispite it making me sound as if i had been shot in the leg and was dragging my wounded limb behind me.
Perhaps putting holes in the things I love is some sort of sign. Everything does happen for a reason.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Everyone can focus clearly with such shine

"Be not like the man who sits by his fireside and watches the fire go out, then bows vainly upon the dead ashes.
Do not give up on hope or yield to despair because of that which is past, for to bewail the irretrievable is the worst of human frailties."

-Kahlil Gibran

Source: Knight Cat

Monday, December 15, 2008

sky high

My favorite pair of jeans are blue and skinny legged. They are the only pair of jeans that I own that I don’t have to roll up because they’re the most perfect length. I bought them while I was on an overseas trip to America in 2006 in Macys (I think) and they have been my favorite pair of jeans since. But a tragedy occurred last week which damaged my Paris Blues jeans.

One night not too long ago at a friend’s house a couple of us decided it would be fun to have a fire. A trangia stove was brought out from the garage and was filled with paper, twigs and a burning sanitary item. The best friend and I sat with legs on either side of the fire talking and staring up at the bright blue clear sky that still hadn’t darkened by seven thirty. I stood up and left the warmth of the fire to go inside the kitchen for a brief second. As I was opening the door to join my friends outside again I felt a pain on my right leg. I looked down and noticed my jeans had caught alight. In my state I stood there quietly squealing in shock, jumping up and down not knowing what to do. The fire burning my pants was shortly extinguished leaving a 3-4cm hole in the pant leg. Of course, none of my friends had any sympathy for me and laughed as I exclaimed how I just ruined my favorite pants in the world and that I would never in my life find pants that fit me that well.

As I’ve now put one hole in my jeans, I am toying with the idea of putting multiple holes up the pant leg to create a growing hole effect. Will I be charged with manslaughter if this idea fails? I don’t know if I could live with the guilt of destroying something I love so dearly.


Tuesday, December 9, 2008

So well read are there novels by her bed

I like this outfitAnd this dressAnd i want wallpaper like this

Monday, December 8, 2008

Renoir Paints the Walls

The whole atmosphere of A Day on the Green reeked of middle aged men and women, the local wine, Heineken beer and tobacco. My first ever summer festival and I was with my parents. Sad, I know, but no one else I know loves The Angels, or has even heard of them. Probably due to the fact that when they were famous, none of my friends were even single celled micro-organisms inside their parents’ bodies.

There was nothing more fun than using the picnic rug as a temporary shelter from the rain while the man on stage sung When the River Runs Dry, or getting unlimited free V energy drinks in all 3 flavors. It was after about my 2nd can in half an hour that it was pretty much certain that caffeine does not affect me in the slightest. I enjoyed watching the people around me, observing them and their behaviors. I saw 50 year old women, who look like in their average life would be fairly sophisticated, taking swigs out of wine bottles. I was there to witness a blonde beauty wearing a blue crochet bikini top underneath a see-through beige long sleeve shirt on the shoulders of a man. She swayed and danced to the music, and even through her aviator sunglasses, it was obvious that she had captured the attention of one of the guitarists. She was aware of it and she played him like he strummed his guitar. You could see it, the two of them watching each other. Although the blonde beauty had to be almost 40 years younger than he, she enjoyed making him smile that way. If only I had the ability to capture someone’s attention like that. Without saying a single word. I placed myself at the front of the stage when the band I had waited so long to see came out to perform. I danced with people old enough to be my parents (except for the odd few) while observing everyone around me, and silently laughing at Doc Neeson’s skin coloured garter that became visible after he removed his jacket.

After refusing an old man a bite of my meat pie, it was obviously apparent that a lot of the crowed was intoxicated. The crowd that is probably filled with the exact people that are trying to stop teenage binge drinking, yet when you put them all together at a music festival where they try and re-live their prime years, they’re worse than any teens. I’m glad I can still walk around without having anyone support my weight/trying to shove me in the right direction. Hopefully they stayed clear from the steering wheel, if they were even able to find their car in the dark.

Perhaps next time I’ll choose to go to a festival without my parents and where I don’t have to reject toothless men asking for a bite of my food.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Throw out your cares and fly

"But that was the thing about zero. Its weakness. Even if zero had taken over the entire universe, the biggest fascist of all, one tiny gesture could deny it. One footprint, one atom. You didn’t have to be a genius. You didn’t even have to know what you were doing. You made a mark. You changed something. It said, “ A human being passed here.” And changed zero to one. "
-Janet Fitch