Must be funny in the rich man's world

”When will we stop worrying about money? The moment before we die? Just as we are about to take our last breath, will we be overtaken by a sudden wave of relief that we had enough? Enough money for what? And we're all worried about money. No matter how rich or poor we are…Worry if you want. But it will do stuff-all. People are gripped by fear and driven by insecurity. How much can we do about the global economic crisis? Regretting spending those thousands on last year's overseas trip, new car or renovation is pointless. Times are tough. But they could be tougher. And there'll always be someone doing it easier than you. And tougher than you. And guess what? The tables turn when you least expect it...Learn what's important. Sounds trite I know, but during this rough stuff we can't just think, "I'll wait until everything's happy and then I'll have fun and live in the moment". You might not be able to afford a holiday, but you can afford a picnic. Times may be tough, but we're still alive.”
-Catherine Deveny. The Age. 29/10/08

Tale as old as time

Doesn't the Library of the Benedictine Monastery of Admont remind you of the Library from Beauty and the Beast?

source: yes yes

I'll be your dream that you'll remember over and over

"From the moment we enter this life, we are in the flow of it. We measure it and we mark it, but we cannot defy it. We cannot even speed it up or slow it down. Or can we ? Have we not each experienced the sensation… that a beautiful moment seemed to pass too quickly… and wished that we could make it linger ? Or felt time slow on a dull day… and wished that we could speed things up a bit?"

-Eisenheim, The Illusionist

Sing in static

I have somehow reached an era in my life where I can not find one band or singer that my ears find pleasing to listen too.

What’s wrong with me?!

Maybe I just need a new musical experience, a new way to listen to music. Perhaps I could use a bird instead of the broken needle on father’s old record player that hasn’t been fixed since the invention of the cassette .

All the girls and boys makin' all that noise

When my locker lock, along with 100+ others, disappeared sometime last week (which I would not have noticed if someone had not told me as I never use mine) it was blatantly obvious that it was evil doings of the year 12‘s. When all the clocks went missing from every classroom in the school, it was clear that this was also done by the year 12’s. On Wednesday it would be clear as to what they had done with these objects.

Tuesday was causal clothes day. I walked into school 20 minutes late and noticed a girl walking around in a Camberwell High uniform. On closer inspection I recognized the face. The face was one of a girl in the year level above mine. Totally confused about why a year 12 at my school was in another schools uniform, I continued making my way to the shared 11/12 locker room. As I walk in I notice a group of year 12 girls standing around the lockers chatting away and they were all wearing uniforms that didn’t belong to them. As I laughed quietly in my head (because I’m still not comfortable around most of the year 12’s) I became totally psyched for the muck up day coming up. It was also extremely entertaining at lunch time when the girls dressed as Xavier boys fetched a wheelie bin and tried to re-enact the wheelie bin incident. Unfortunately a teacher saw them and stopped them from carrying out the skit.

Walking through the school gate on Wednesday, that had by then turned into a massive glad wrap barrier, I witnessed the stolen objects hanging by string off the second story balcony of the school. The year 12 girls were running around drawing on girls faces with zinc in school uniforms that they had transformed to create costumes for their Disney theme. The usual abundance of condoms, sanitary tampons and pads were displayed around the school along with copious amounts of shaving cream and toilet paper on the trees, bushes and walls. All electrical appliances in the Senior Center were wrapped up in glad wrap with the words “I LOVE YEAR 12” written across them. One classroom was Halloween themed with all the walls black and the table set up like how i would imagine Dracula would like it. At the head of the table was a framed picture of the school principle on the body of a fat man in a suit with fangs comming out of her mouth. Another had been coved top to bottom with news paper, including the tables, chairs, mug, pencil and tissue box. Year 12 of ‘08 did a pretty decent job, but I’m sure class of ‘09 will be better.

My most memorable muck up day experience was in year 8. I was taking my normal route to the train station with the normal group of girls. We were discussing what we would do if we were attacked by people throwing eggs or water balloons. One girl said that there was no reason to run off screaming as all the boys or girls were wanting was a reaction and if we didn’t give one then nothing would happen. As we had just turned the corner in the alleyway to get to the station, three boys appeared in hooded jumpers with their hands behind their back. Everyone ran off screaming, including the girl who said that all they wanted was a reaction. Two boys chased some of the girls that ran one way, and one of them stayed to throw eggs at the girls who hid. I was so frightened by all of this that I after a few moments I realized I was still standing there, frozen by the fear. At any moment that big year 12 could have pelted eggs at the little year 8 in her tie up shoes and hair pulled back in a tight pony tail. I stared at him, he stared at me. Obviously the big year 12 boy had a heart and decided to walk away with his hands and pockets full of eggs.

I wish the year 12’s good luck during their examination time, and good luck to everyone else who’s exams don’t really count (unless their doing a 3/4) but have to do well in them regardless.

I fly like paper

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Dream yourself a dream come true.

I have always been interested in dreams. Someone once told me it was your subconscious trying to tell you something, so I looked up dream interpretations and came across www.dreammoods.com. When I remember an odd dream I go onto this website and try to find if any of the key aspects of my dream are somewhere on this site to help me understand what my subconscious is secretly telling me.
Last night the main aspects of my dream were my friends, a talking sandwich and a movie in a cinema.

Sandwich
To see a sandwich in your dream, suggests that a lot of pressure and stress is being put on you. It also reflects your ability to do two things at once. However, sometimes a sandwich is just a sandwich.

Movie
To dream that you are watching a movie, suggests that you are watching life pass you by. Perhaps you are living vicariously through the actions of others. Consider also how the movie parallels to situations in your waking life. Observe how the characters relate to you and how they may represent an aspect of yourself.

Surprisingly the sandwich one was spot on when it mentioned stress and pressure. The movie states what I’ve been thinking for a while now, how I’m just sitting around and watching everything grow and develop around me.

I want to learn more about dreams and why people dream.

Village Pet Store and Charcoal Grill

“New Yorkers don’t care about art, they care about pets. So I’m exhibiting them instead. I wanted to make art that questioned our relationship with animals and the ethics and sustainability of factory farming, but it ended up as chicken nuggets singing. I took all the money I made exploiting an animal in my last show and used it to fund a new show about the exploitation of animals. If its art and you can see it from the street, I guess it could still be considered street art."
-Banksy

Mother hen keeps watch as her chicken nuggets feast on sauce
A female rabbit applies her make up
Fish fingers "swimming" in their fish bowl

Watch the video!

I wish i lived in New York so I could see this with my own eyes.

thevillagepetstoreandcharcoalgrill.com

You might have to plan for the weekend wars

This weekend will fly by me like a flock of geese migrating for the winter.
Friday night I’ll try and dress my finest (without the black clutch bag I need to make my outfit *tear*) to accompany my male friend to a formal on the other side of the city. Then to party ‘till the early morning while my feet get red and sore from the heels that are .5 of a size too big for me.
Early morning wake up call so I can chuck on my lovely pin striped black pants, blue shirt and vest with name tag. I'll serve people popcorn, post-mix drinks and ice-creams in the brand new facilities at Shoppo for seven hours and fifteen minutes.
Repeat Saturday’s routine but add an extra hour and fifteen minutes onto the previous day’s shift.

When in this lovely weekend *chokes* will I have time to study for the 6 exams that are coming up in less than a months time? When will I have time to read over my entire Legal unit 3/4 book so that I don’t fail the only subject in which the score actually matters? When will I have time to finish off my Art portfolio and final pieces that aren’t even close to being completed, or the art assignment we haven’t even received yet? Tell me, when am going to enjoy the company of my friends (except the one male on Friday night) without being half asleep/dead so I don’t break down in a crying heap due to the fact that there’s just too much going on and no time to do anything? Not that I will be allowed out this weekend to see my friends, but there’s always the window if time calls for desperate measures.

If somehow this singlet top end up in my hands by the end of this weekend (very very highly unlikely) I wont complain about how unfortunate my extremely privileged lifestyle is for a prolonged period of time.

photocredit: icanteachyouhowtodoit

Got Stripes, Stripes Around My Shoulders

Imagine the tan lines you would get!

Not sure about the skirt but I'd sure as hell try out the leggings.

photo credit: icanteachyouhowtodoit

Don't wanna be no millionaire

"I think careers are a 20th century invention and I don't want one."
-Christopher McCandless, aka Alexander Supertramp.

It seems as though every career choice I’ve showed some interest in is out of my reach. As soon as i heard medical degree, anesthetist was crossed off my list. I would love to be somehow involved in the fashion industry, like many others, so the chances of me actually getting anywhere is slim to nothing. I thought to myself, “Peta, what do you think would make your life worth while and interesting”. This is what I came up with.

I want to find the most perfect outdoors environment. It would be in a garden with luscious green grass and a nice big shady tree with a large variety of flowers that wouldn’t attract ants, bees or other insects. The sun would be shining all day and I would close up the holes in the ozone layer so there would be no need to apply sunscreen every 4 hours. At night, while it’s still mildly warm, you would be able to look up and actually see the stars in the sky. I’d sit at this little wooden table that has teacups filled with gin and other favorable drinks and I would invite everyone there because I want to talk to them all. When I say everyone I mean everybody in the human race. I’d ask them to sit with me, perhaps small groups of three or four, and ask them questions about life or anything else that interested them. I want to be able to hear opinions on a wide range of issues and topics. It’d be totally mind boggling and I really think I’d enjoy getting a better insight to what people thought about things that are happening and life in general.

It’s out of my reach but it won't stop me from dreaming.

One Two Buckle My Shoe

They will be mine. Oh yes, they will be mine.

Chloé Colin Stewart
Kathryn Amberleigh Angelica

Jessica Simpson

Yves Saint Laurent

Givenchy

Dior

Unknown

Gucci

Electronic super soul vibrations

With a father with an amazing voice and the skills on the guitar to blow your mind, no wonder little Zoe Kravitz gets to walk around Paris in this cute dog tooth patterned Chanel dress.

She says: "Baby. It's 3 am I must be lonely"

I set my alarm to three am on the morning of the first day of school. I quickly rolled over and turned my alarm off so to not wake up the hairy man, who I discovered was actually snoring at the top of his…lungs(?). I was assured that he wouldn’t have heard it over the billowing sound he produces as I can hear it from down the long hall if I do not shut my door at night. So with my father drowning out the sound of the alarm I was also safe from my mother, who I admire for being able to sleep in the same room as him with out going completely insane. “The next train to depart from platform 1 will be the 3.07 Kitchen, running express to Toilet then Hand Basin and then stopping all stations to Kitchen”. I poured myself some apple juice and raided the cupboard for something to eat. The Healthy Choice: A muesli bar covered in chocolate and three pieces of cooking chocolate. I stuffed my food choices in my pocket of my jacket that I will never grow into and headed back in the direction of my room. As I sit here staring at a blank word document (which is now filled 1/3 covered in words due to the fact I am typing this) I keep kicking myself over the fact that I really should have forced myself to do my English piece last night. That’s right, three weeks to write 500 words and I had to wake myself at three am on the first day of the last term of the year. Could I be any more stupid? The answer is, yes. I now have realized that I have no idea where the sheet that has the information required to compleate this English task has gone. I now have no motivational food (as I ate it all) and no sheet to tell me what to write. My magical plan of finishing my English piece before fourth period today just failed. Fortunately it was not as badly as this poor fellow.


Hopefully he managed to save that nicely patterned umbrella he is holding. Seeing nice umbrellas on a unpleasant day definitely brightens up my mood.

You're in high school again

In two and bit days I will enter the black pointed gates that lead into my school grounds for the last term of year 11. There are only nine weeks left till term four officially concludes and only 4 weeks before I start imagining all the horrible things that could happen to the school so that I don’t have to to sit in a crowded hall with 100 other students answering questions that will supposedly lead me to towards my future career, if I ever decide what it is I want to do. I’ll spend the rest of my holidays procrastinating any type of study, rushing through some math sheets so my tutor doesn’t yell at me and doing a half assed job on my English assignment, all of which I have not started yet. I will get it all done before school on Tuesday and if not i can always use the excuse "Opps, i must have left it at home!"

The School with Spirit is More than a school. It is A Place to Grow where we Bring out her best because we are Educating Tomorrow's Woman and We teach boys. I can, I will have the Confidence to Achieve for I know that Success Has a Purple Lining. I Love MLC yet I am a Mentone Girl as The School of Choice did not have any of the subjects of my choice.

(the words that are bolded italics are various Melbourne school slogans)