Thoughts

So I was listening to Snow Patrol on the train and then I was brought back to 2006, as you always do with songs. Then I just thought about all the good times that happened in that time and how easily 6 years have elapsed. It's rather frightening if you give more thought to it because wow...who could've believed it was seriously 6 years ago. Nevertheless, as I thought more about I realised that perhaps I should concentrate on this year that is 2012 and make new memories for years to come by...

Anyway, I'll continue this later. In the library..and I have class.

Yo.

I feel like writing but then my writing skill is depleting by the moment hence a dot point summary shall suffice

• Pub crawl on Wednesday - I think the Cumbo pubcrawl has a reputation of being extremely rowdy and just fucked up crazy. The pub crawl was shit loads of fun I have to say though my physio crew didn't go to all the pubs but only two in the end. Anyhow, the Cross was filled with cumbo students in their lab coats that night. We blocked the traffic and confused tourists driving past... I wonder what they thought though their faces looked bemused at what was happening. After all, this was the cross and you expect to see weird shit. The night started off crazy where we walked the streets to the 2nd pub of the night although that was full as hell so we jetted off to a pub across the road, which also took us 10 minutes to get into. My friends and I were keen to get off our faces so well.. we bought 7 jagers and 7 vodka shots altogether...downing them one each. Fuck, that shit costed us $119 immediately...and I knew I didn't bring enough. Since we were keen to try the teapot shots, we went to World Bar...and stayed there the whole night. All the shots were getting to our heads by the time we got there and we ordered more and more teapots, each filled with a crapload of shots. And by the end of the night, I think we were all pretty damn wasted. I can remember what happened but my motor control was whacked as hell. Fun night anyway...pub crawls are such fun. CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT ONE OR WHATEVER. I sound like an alcoholic. But damn, I haven't felt so high since well...my 18th? Yeah. My 18th. I was goneskies. 
• Er. Well, I did feel rather down for a bit at the beginning of the week. But once you chuck all that shiet out of your system, your emotions don't really go much into overdrive. Chyeah, crying. Helps. In. a. way. It's the body's way of toilet flushing. 
• I have nothing left to say. Bailing. 

cause i'll tell you everything about living free

This is one of my favourite scenes in 500 Days of Summer. It's action taken. Initiative. And commitment to take control of one's life and do something about it. These few days haven't been the best to be honest but I'm taking action. Nothing's gonna bring me down. I'm going to make it for myself.

Re-evaluating everything that I value. Rewriting my life.

Something Goes Right

This is fucking addictive. I can't stop listening to this effing amazing shiet.

THE EDGE.

The last time I posted whilst listening to The Edge of Glory was the night before my 18th. I was feeling reflective and thinking how much I have grown. Well, from that day onwards, I have perhaps grown a bit more but still remain as naive as ever. Will I ever reach wisdom? Only time will tell. And perhaps only experience will foster the development of wisdom.

Things have been weird lately to the point of realising that I am indeed one damn naive immature retard, believing in things that aren't necessarily there. Yeah, perhaps some people only talk to me because they're bored. You know, being a girl means that you're perhaps more susceptible to attention paid to you because well, you're just new to it all and think OH THIS IS EXCITING! But cheh, upon reflection and well, some people's input...I have realised that I have yet again been so bloody naive. I just want to slap my face and hang my head in disappointment. But you know what, NO ONE GETS OUT OF LIFE ALIVE, SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL JUST TAKE THE PISS OUT YOUR EMBARRASSING HAPPENINGS. And so, instead of feeling grossly embarrassed and you know, generally shamed...I just think, oh well fuck that. Whatever, it's pretty funny anyway, get over it. 

Yeah.

I think that's my way of being resilient. It's a bit on the retard side of resilience. But it works. 

Goosebumps.

There are no words I can use to describe how amazing Bon Iver's concert at the Sydney Opera House was. It was truly an experience I will remember for years to come. I have never been to a concert where the music just simply moved me to tears but there I was sitting there at the Sydney Opera House, smiling like an idiot and having wet tears in my eyes. Bon Iver played most of my favourites and I am pretty sure they played all of their second album, which was most wonderful. The concert was very pleasant where everyone got to sit down and at the most intimate parts where Justin sang Re: Stacks, not one sound was heard. We could only hear the noise of the aircon working on overdrive and Justin, strumming the guitar so beautifully and melodically. 

I have been to many concerts now and I have enjoyed most of them with the odd exception or so (MGMT). And the standard of the artists I see are always so high, like Muse for example, they put on a kickass show that just simply blew my mind. Then I saw Bloc Party and Interpol, two bands whom got me into loving music. But of all these bands, I have to say that nothing can really compare to the incredible epic nature of what Bon Iver was. It was just music, loud, explosive immense sounding music that just carried itself into the air...into whatever. I couldn't have been disappointed if I wanted to. And I love them even more for deciding to have the show at the Opera House. It was the perfect place for Bon Iver to sing us lullabies that put us into a musical heaven. What was most special about the show was the standing ovations that occurred twice, one after the main set, the other after the encore. All the shows I've been to were standing ones, so you can say that the end of a show didn't mean too much. But I love how the crowd showed their love to the band by giving them a massive round of applause whilst they just looked on, feeling so humbled by this outpour of love. 

I can confidently say that I bet everyone enjoyed last night's show. 

I have now seen Bon Iver, jealous? Please be. 

There's nothing to fight for, it's already dead.

and this is the world coming down on your head...

Ah, good old Yellowcard. I remember listening to them in 2006, a mere 6 years ago which is rather surprising. I'm listening to music from that period in time...back when my favourites were as follows: Evermore, The Fray, Pete Murray, James Blunt, Ben Lee...I have a hazy recollection as to what the rest of my favourites were. Oh! Coldplay circa X&Y era. I blogged a lot as well during that time period but unfortunately, MSN spaces have closed down and those memories I jotted down have all dissipated into nothing. But it seems to me the most vivid memory of that time frame was the Easter Show. I went with Debbie and that year, a few girls whom I've not before went on the same day. We all quickly became friends and many memories were made. Though of what remains hazy today, which I think is a pity.

After that year, I started to think of the Easter show as a massive waste of money. Truthfully, it is because every year, there is the same things going on and the showbags are also pointless as hell. But in retrospect, I realise that I had some of the best times of my life there, just hanging around with friends and feeling as free as a bird on those rides and all. I want to go again this year but I'm not sure if it will be the same. New memories? Definitely...but I miss that feeling of being in year 8. 2006 was definitely one of the best years of my meagre life.

Grow up!

As I was updating twitter regarding what I loathed about being an adult with responsibilities and everything, I realised something fundamentally wrong with me... My maturity has not caught up with my age. You know, once you start interacting with society on a daily basis as a responsible adult, you realise that this is life and that it is only going to get shittier with the occasional ups where perhaps can distract one from their mundane and boring life. That is unfortunate. 

Part time work may have taken its toll on me for all the cliches concerning the workplace are ringing true. Your bosses will almost certainly NEVER see you do good shit but instead catch you when you slip up on occasion. Yeah, I'm whining and being bloody immature about work but its kinda sad once you realise that this is reality and that all that we've been working towards since our childhoods, learning, understanding and realising.....how the world works will eventually culminate to this. 

From where my life path is leading me to right now, I will perhaps work in a health environment and working with people. You may say that it might be different but I assume the politics will be the same. It's work after all and well you know what, so far I am disappointed that these cliches ring true. I guess that's why as adults we need meaningful relationships, whether them being familial, friends or romantic, we actually need them. Because if you have no support and life eventually becomes all work no play, how mundane would life really be. It would simply be all in the colour grey without any splashes of colour. Bloody boring. 

And yes, I know I need to get a grip on life. 

Uni is starting soon. Oh, another mindless drivel to delve my head into. 

LIFE. LIFE. OH life. Charming.