if you could only see

Standing alone, in this surreal world of pain & emptiness,
My mind is perforated into fragmented series.
Inevitably absorbed in assiduous thoughts,
Forced into vehement intensity of emotions.
Balled and chained to a single spot,
I wear the ground thin as time moves on.
The tears refuse to fall as it lies on the edge,
I alone am weighed down by emotional baggage,
Bearing the heftiness refused by others,
Whilst carrying the massive weight of my own heart.
My heart beats weakly but refuses to die,
In its frail and tender state it continues to live on,
Despite my urgent pleas for it to stop.
My life goes on in this desolate land,
With neither will nor way.
The pain it counters all else,
My life as I would call it, is despondent.

you're disgusting

Christmas has passed...and the new year is soon to arrive. It's always at this time of the year that everything seems to move way too quickly. In a blink of an eye, you're one year older and each step you take seems to bear heavier responsibilities. But that's life, hey? Each new year's eve we're told to embrace the new one, and let go of whatever happened in the past year. If only life could be that simple.

Sometimes there is just no meaning to life. We live only because we have to, and killing yourself is mostly too hard. So because we don't have much of a choice, we try to make life best as we can. Y'know the whole shananigan...get an education, get a job, find someone to love and vice versa, get married, have a kid/s, bring them up, educate them, then they go through that same vicious cycle.

What is the point, really? We do all that because we are a being on this earth, the smartest at that. Sometimes I really think we are the dumbest. Look at a dog for example. They're so content having the mere company of their owner, or having another dog to play with. They're pleased so long as they can lie at your feet. As humans we just always look for that bit more. How many people can actually tell me they can sit with another for hours in silence without feeling bored to tears?

Life is meaningless unless we put meaning into it. But with trying to inject so much meaning, we seem to lose our way and lose sight of what really is important. Tell me then, what is important in life? What exactly are we all living for?

trying to find that part of me

Has anyone ever tasted how sweet revenge is? I sit here and wonder how beautiful it would be to have a sample of that taste and whether it is all worth it. For those of you who've never had revenge, hasn't there been a situation in your life where you think "Now's the time"? I could think of so many ways I could use certain information and knowledge have and manipulate it in a way I can achieve great, sweet, sweet revenge.

You know, you read these stories in magazines about the different ways people took revenge on someone, be it an ex-boyfriend, or ex-bestfriend. I read these stories and I laugh, thinking about the reactions of those who deserve what they got. It must be either very humiliating, or entirely outrageous. But the point is, to the rest of us, it's just down right hilarious. I wanna be one of those girls who tell their stories of revenge. Just once is all I ask.

I'm so sick and fucking tired of sitting around keeping my mouth shut because it's the right thing to do. Aren't we all allowed to be unreasonable and irrational every now and then? Sometimes I wish I didn't know what the right thing to do was. That I could act before thinking and maybe, just maybe I could feel a little better.

I'm furious to the point where I'm numb. And numb is the only way to feel in order to do the right thing. How stupid. How ironic. I mean, it isn't even right for people to be treated the way they are. All those stupid idiotic lies, the hidden trail of secrecy that could lead to humiliation. I want revenge, just to make myself feel better.

It's not fair that these people can just move on with their moronic lives as though they'd never done anything wrong before. That they simply go on deceiving others and will always be believed. While we, the fools, struggle to cope with whatever happened. I've had enough with people getting away with their miserable lies. The deception has to stop at some point, right? Why can't I be the one to make that happen?

It's no wonder people commit suicide due to relationship troubles. It's asses like YOU that make a person cynical, sceptical, suspicious of everyone and everything, and distrustful. It's f*ckers like YOU that make this world a worse place to live in, and permanently damage a person.

Yeah, YOU know it's YOU i'm talking about. I hope you suffer for the rest of your life, never finding success, happiness and love. You are worse than you think what you're not.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Can I let all hell loose now?

love only like lovers can

How many times do you watch a movie, only to come out feeling disappointed and empty? These movie makers create such alluring and fantastic trailers that attract you immediately, only for the entire movie to be a whole lot worse than you expected. And then there are the trailers that are basically the whole movie, and all the good parts have already been shown. It's like looking forward to desert after a good meal, only for it to be all sold out. I hate that empty feeling when I leave the cinema, makes me feel cheated.

Recently went to watch Gabriel. Looked like a pretty interesting movie with a great plot. I mean, it's about Angels who fight with deadly weapons and know martial arts (sorta). That in itself is interesting cuz Angels are all about peace and love and all that jazz. There was no plot whatsoever. So many things about it just didn't make any sense at all. Being a film student, I get that not all movies are supposed to make sense. But there has to be a good build up that leads to something, right?

I will admit the visuals in that movie were pretty damn good. It's not easy to film so many things with minimal light, that's of course, unless most of it is computer graphics, as most film makers like to use nowadays. Another thing that disappoints me. I'm a traditional film girl. I love using film as compared to digital, there's such a world of a difference in the quality of the production. I guess we gotta keep up with the times, eh?

That's life though innit? You go through something believing in its entirety, led on through such a fantastic plot, only for it to completely fizzle out to a complete nothing at the end. Girls mostly, want this fairytale life for themselves. You know, the whole Prince Charming she-bang type thing. I'll fill you in on a little secret girls, it's total BS. I'm sure you all know that already, just had to state it for the purpose of.

Perhaps I've got it wrong, life is a movie. I for one, always say my life is one of the most dramatic soap operas you can possibly come across. The Days of Our Lives, The Bold and Beautiful, General Hospital...all that put together could be my life. It adds that bit of spice to life I suppose, but after a while it gets extremely tiresome. I would have to say the one thing I'm absolutely sick of is being lied to. Time and time again, there's an outpour of lies and I never find out the truth till it's too late. Even when I do discover a lie, somehow I manage to forgo it all and forgive the person. What an idiot, I know. I'm a fool whose trust is always being taken advantage of.

I don't understand it, even when you give someone an ultimatum to tell the truth, they still lie! Why?? Do so many people have the traits of a compulsive liar? I swear it's a mental disease. The extents of these lies are out of this world. Of course, they range from white lies to lies that could totally change your life. How can anyone be with a person, knowing all they've basically done is lie? It's like your entire being is a lie. Ridiculous. Preposterous. These people should just gather together, and have a mass suicide. Or lie to each other till they kill themselves.

Some rather common lies are normally about ex-girlfriends/boyfriends, monetary issues, girls/guys they have a crush on i.e. the people they claim to not flirt with, health, physical proximity with someone of the other gender, otherwise known as cheating to some, photos they shouldn't have......oh the list just goes on and on. Maybe that's just my list. If I were to list everything, this post would never end. Haha. And I'm only 23. Whoopee. If i were a hit(wo)man, a lot of people would be dead by now.

There are so many ways I could think of to get revenge. They say revenge is sweet, yet I've never had a taste. There are so many things I could do to ruin the lives of people who ruined mine, but I guess there would be no point. What goes around comes around, right? Why is it that it only comes to me and never goes? Does that even make sense?

I wish all you cheaters, liars, and little fuckers would just do the world a favour and rid yourselves from socialising with the rest of us.

demented sinner, that's you

Say goodnight and go.

Skipping beats, blushing cheeks I am struggling
Daydreaming, bed scenes in the corner café
And then i'm left in bits recovering tectonic tremblings
You get me every time

Why d'ya have to be so cute?
It's impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much
It's bad enough we get along so well
Say goodnight and go

Follow you home, you've got your headphones on and you're dancing
Got lucky, beautiful shot you taking everything off watch the curtains wide open
Then you fall in the same routine flicking through the TV relaxed and reclining
And you think you're alone...

Why d'ya have to be so cute?
It's impossible to ignore you
Must you make me laugh so much
It's bad enough we get along so well
Say goodnight and go

One of these days, you'll miss your train and come stay with me
We'll have drinks and talk about things, any excuse to stay awake with you
You'll sleep here, i'll sleep there, but then the heating may be down again
at my convenience
we'd be good, we'd be great together.

Say goodnight and go,
why's it always always
goodnight and go
Darling not again
Goodnight and go

I think You should know

Tell me what's your purpose, tell me what's your plans?
I've come along this far now, having left it in your hands.
I'm sure you've thought about it, you've got it figured out,
Is there someway you could show me, what it's all about?

People say have faith and hope, believe in all you can,
But what's a girl to do when her life is just a sham?
I turn to you for answers, there's something I need to know,
You remain so tight-lipped, the signs will never show.

what's under my bed.

Squeal in delight or squeal in pain,
Hold your breath and you might faint.
Slash me once then stitch me up,
Look me in the eyes and tell me what.

Feign this life and fake it out.
Just keep moving, it's the only route.
Sickened to the bone, I wanna hurl,
Lying alone in a desolate curl.

Imagine a ghastly beast trapped in a cage,
There's only one emotion and that's rage.
Do a double take and look hard again,
The raw truth will drive you insane.

Live in the pretense of false truth,
Warp young minds, fib like a sleuth.
Walk down the path of shame and guilt,
Then crash and burn into all you've built.

Cultivating deceit is what you do best,
All done with such gusto and zest.
You fooled me once, you fooled me twice,
No amounts of sorries will suffice.

Let's keep running...time's wasting.

Let's all keep the pace to get to end of this never-ending race.

I feel like running on forever, running to an end I cannot see. I want to sprint down this path that's been built for me till I keel over. I never want to look back, but I don't want to see what's ahead of me. It's like running down a dark hallway not knowing where your feet will take you but at some point you come to a dead end and the only way to run is back. Yet back is the one place I don't wanna go.

It's a race I'll never win.

C'est La Vie?

Right.

singin' the blues.

How is it possible to feel this way,
To be broken and torn yet feel so whole?
How is it possible to feel this way,
To live wanting what you know you can't get?

What is it that I must do,
To erase these thoughts from my mind?
What is it that I must do,
To know I have to live without you?

Why is it that life brings us
The very things we want but can't have?
Why is it that life brings us
The torment of emotions that we feel?

Who is it that I must seek,
To alter the way that I feel?
Who is it that I must seek,
To overpower the thoughts of you?

When is it the time,
For when I'll stop these thoughts?
When is it the time,
For when I won't want you as mine?

Who, what, why, when and how?
You've brought me happiness I've never known.
Who, what, why, when and how?
The thoughts of you just make me whole.

Gympied.

It's been a long time since I received comments from "anonymouses". If there is such a word. I guess when poems are written, in a way they relate to different people. Yet some people read my blog and think its about them, and go on a rampage about what I've written. It's funny if you think about it. My poems are not exactly a representation of me, or people around me. It is a passing thought in my mind that has struck me with inspiration to write. Perhaps some of it comes from feelings I already have, but my words are ironic. They never mean what they seem. Imagine with my entry "Like it or not" were true, that means I'd either be dead or seriously putting a gun to someone's head.

I'll never write with a dead straight meaning that's easy to interpret to everyone. And I suppose things I write are written with kind of an open ending, or open meaning. Am I making sense? It's silly, if I wanted to write something that is directed to a certain someone in hope they will read it and understand it immediately, I wouldn't put it on my blog. That would be wayyyy too personal. I don't believe in publicising my life and it's stories, especially not on the internet where almost everyone has access to anything. There has to be some form of privacy, right?

Anyhoos, had a launch party organised my CANWA, my client from the previous semester. It was a celebration of the first birthday of CANWA's developement in Kellerberrin, as well as an official launch of MY corporate doco. The one I produced!! There was even an ex-governor who officially launched it for them, and for the first time in my life, got official thanks for something I had worked on. The feeling was amazing! When I got into this, I had no idea what an impact it would have on this community I didn't even know existed. Things have definitely snow-balled since then.

I was even interviewed by an SBS reporter. Ok I know its not like its Channel 7, 9 or 10, but hey, its still a little something right? Coming from a 3rd year film student. I was completely overwhelmed. The fact that people were coming up to me telling me what a great job we did, how fantastic the film is, the impact on CANWA and the people of Kellerberrin, and getting great thanks, I almost couldn't take it all in. I'm so glad we had that opportunity to create that film, and me, the opportunity to produce it. I wouldn't trade that experience for anything else in the world.

Thank you CANWA, community of Kellerberrin, and the Narasirato Pan Pipers.

What if.

What if I've made a mistake,
By falling in love with you?
Everything fell in place,
All too quickly, too soon.

What if I've made a mistake,
By wanting you for my own?
It all seemed so perfect,
Whenever we were alone.

You're the missing part of me,
The piece that makes me whole.
You've helped me grow,
In all that I know.
I ask you now, what if?

How do I go on,
Knowing that this is wrong?
You fill me with strength,
Strength of you and me.

How do I go on,
Knowing the world will change?
Where the world is judemental,
And nothing will be the same.

You're the missing part of me,
The piece that makes me whole.
You've helped me grow,
In all that I know.
I ask you now, what if?

In the end you'll never know,
How you've touched my heart and soul.
It's a secret I shall forever keep,
Things may be best when you don't know.

like it or not.

Kill me now or kill me quick,
I need to get out off this fix.
Blow me up or gun me down,
I don't care if the people frown.

Wear a mask, hide your face,
Get the hell out of this place.
Run I say, run for your lives,
Or i'll stab you with these knives.

Take a gun, put it to your head.
But I might kill you instead.
Smell death assail your nose,
You might need a bigger dose.

Scream and shout with all your might,
Nothing will put out this fight.
This trigger is all it will take,
Its either gonna make or break.

Inhale the stench of your life,
It's the last you'll breath of this strife.
I'll take it all from right under you,
For you it's the least I could do.

you make me

Butterflies in my tummy,
You make my stomach churn.
Butterflies in my tummy,
In a way never known.

An explicit sense of grace,
Maybe unknown to you,
Delight in the little moments,
Cherishing those that are few.

Laughter once lost to me,
Blooms now in my world.
Pure joy of being,
Moments that make me swirl.

Butterflies in my tummy,
You make my stomach churn.
Butterflies in my tummy,
In a way never known.

My eyes have been opened,
I feel reborn again.
As I pick up the pieces,
Look back I must refrain.

Simliar thoughts coincide,
Smiles are all around.
Once in a while we collide,
Yet nothing gets us down.

Butterflies in my tummy,
You make my stomach churn.
Butterflies in my tummy,
In a way never known.

all. fwooped. out.

In exuberance we dance,
To the joyful sounds of captivation.
With gaiety we sing,
To the euphoric tunes of life.

Close your eyes little one,
The heavens are near,
Be immersed in the beat of time,
And reach for the celestial sphere.

Reach out and celebrate,
Inhale the breeze of life.
Run through to liberation,
Exhale with triumphant glee.

the dramatics of mankind

It's interesting observing people, strangers and friends alike. Sit at a cafe and watch the world go by, you'll find people are all the same. Caught up in their own little cocoon of their world, too oblivious to notice others around. People chatting on mobiles and sending endless text messages, some walking with their eyes magnetised to the ground and their head held low, others walking with their noses in the air with the "king of the world" aura. Then there are some who don't want to look stupid, and they swoosh out their mobiles to look cool when they're actually really just playing games on it.

Many fail to realise that no matter what the situation, there are bigger problems in the world than your own. Broke a heel? Someone else might be plain broke. Mom getting on your nerves? Someone might not have a mom. Can't pay your handphone bills? Someone might not even be able to afford even having a bill. You get the drift.

At that moment in time, our problems are always the biggest and the worst. We don't see the big picture, we only see what's in front of us. And what's in front of us is always some form of a walking time-bomb and the only way to deal with it is to panic. It's incredible the kind of drama people make for themselves, and claim they don't want the drama. It's absolutely ridiculous. A girl walks into a pub, a guy says "how are you?" and she'll think he's hitting on her. A kind stranger on the street smiles in acknowledgement and he is deemed a creep. A question is not merely a question unless there is hidden meaning to it.

I admit, words can be played around with to create certain meanings, and many of us do that. But how many of us have stopped to think that things can be as simple as they seem? Humans think too much into situations and events, and everything has to have a certain meaning to it. Even writing this post, someone may actually think I'm talking about them when really I'm just stating general observations.

There is a certain image we all want to keep to, an impression we want to imprint onto those around us. I'm cool, I'm hot, I'm a poor soul, I'm too good for you, I'm always cheerful....the list goes on. We always want someone to think of us in a certain way. It sickens me that people can't just be who they are and seriously not give a shit. Meaning has to be derived, no matter how ridiculous the situation. What's more, it has to be the stereotypical derivation. The homeless are dirty and lazy drunks or junkies. A person who asks you for a dollar wants to buy drugs. A man who smiles at you for longer than 3 seconds wants to see what's under your panties.

Ah, the dramatics of mankind.

Into the Abyss of Eternal Sentiment

I am the reincarnation of an exonerated being,
Placed into an amicable environtment.
It is placid and blissful and fit for a queen,
The divine surrounding won't let me lament.

I am the reincarnation of a mundane phantom,
Marooned into an impertrubable and apathetic sphere.
It is a disenchanting and mellow canton,
The serene predicament leads me to fear.

I am the reincarnation of a shrivelled imbecile,
Led astray into an irrevocable mystery.
It is cold and lonely on this deprivation hill,
The artic surroundings won't set me free.

I am the reincarnation of a godforsaken defect,
Discarded into the depths of an abyss of inferno.
It is blistering and yet sublime in effect,
The torrid surroundings won't let me go.

scrambling

Where's the bottle of Xenax, or Prozac, or Valium, or even where's the weed? Anything at all, one of those you can consume to numb yourself almost immediately. A few hours is more than enough, and then the cycle starts again. When that runs out and no longer remains an option, maybe we could start looking for a blade or a wall too much? Oh wait, don't forget a good ol' bottle of whiskey or vodka. Something solid at least. Anything, anything at all that will take away the pain or overpower it. But no, no swallowing of a bottle of pills. I hate taking pills, plus the thought of getting my stomach pumped isn't too attractive.

Oh I've sidetracked from what I was originally going to say. Yes, one of those moments, I'm sure we've all had one of those at least twice in our lives. Where anything but what we're going through at that point in time seems so much better, even if it means more pain. I sound insane I know, but please, just let me continue my little rant here, I promise it won't be boring.

Perhaps different people have various ways of dealing with life's mundane and oh-so-horrible problems. I know a lot of my girlfriends turn to food - especially chocolate. I, unlike many girls out there, stop eating almost completely. I drink the occasional glass of water, cuppa coffee, munch a little on this, munch a little on that, and that's my meals for the day. There would be no way in hell I could keep anything inside me. Why not force myself? Because my stomach will be very unhappy and force everything out. And I don't like the sick feeling of needing to puke. I'm not a puker.

Some people turn to their friends and wail their bloody eyes out. I say, what is the bloody point? They're either gonna tell you what you already know, or what you don't want to know. Some of them might not even say anything because they don't know how to deal with a crying person! Of course there are those who are wallowing so much in their pain they don't even notice what the other is saying, or not saying. Who do you know who to turn to for which problems anyway? Do you go to the one who is most likely to tell you things you want to hear? Or do you go to the one who just sits and nods? Either way, they're not options for me.

But then again, it makes me feel like I have no friends.

Bah, I'm just rambling now. What is my point to all this? My point is, there is no point when it comes to someone who's of unstable state of mind and who has a blog of which she is clueless on who the readers are so she continues in her sentences trying to figure out where to put the fullstop. There. There again. And again.

So here it is. I am at the end of this rambling session for now, well this entry at least. Who knows I might just post another one in the next 5 mins or 5 hours.

ok bye.

What do you do?

What do you do when you see your life falling apart, right in front of your very eyes? You see the things you grew up believing in just shatter into a million pieces. What you once were taught by the people you trusted and love suddenly seem so irrelevant and pointless. Love, trust, honesty, integrity, desire, passion, happiness, forgiveness, willingness, peace....the list goes on. The dreams you once had through the mindless fantasies of "and they lived happily ever after" just evaporate into thin air.

What do you do when the thought of something perfect becomes the most imperfect thing you ever witnessed? Your innocence snatched from you and crushed within seconds. The mind is boggled and thrown into utter confusion with no solution provided for, for the rest of your life. The heart struggles to remain strong although it bleeds in desperation. Everyone else turns to you for the strength you don't have but are forced to provide.

Life becomes nothing but a mere struggle as you pass through each day, trying hard not to remember the bad, and focus on the good. Shit hits the fan and its a big mess. What do you do? Fate serves it to you on a silver platter and its all you got. What do you do? Your heart bleeds incessantly but no one notices. What do you do?

Tell me, what do you do?

let's all live in a fantasy life

Remember what it was like when you were a kid, and we'd have imaginary friends who always had a seat beside you at the dinner table, and be your playtime partner when everyone else was either too busy or sleeping? Or playing make-believe and giving yourself pseudo names and gorgeous boyfriends who were just too cool?

Maybe all this sounds a little girly for guys who are too busy playing it tough with their transformers figurines (yes, not dolls!) and remote-controlled cars. But I remember all that so clearly, it was almost like we were living this life we wished to have when "we grew up". Like we were ever going to meet those perfect guys we had imagined up for ourselves. And then life happened. We did grow up, but not according to the imaginary world we concocted. We meet the bitches and bastards that surround us, especially in high school. And then life happens even more. What we knew as imagination just completely goes out the window and we're forced to deal with reality, straight smack in the face.

Have you ever read a good book with fabulous characters that as you read, you feel like you're absorbed into an entirely different universe? And there's always that one character you relate so well to you wish your life were like that. Sometimes for me, I feel so sad to finish a book because it means that somewhat parallel universe I immersed myself into, is gone.

Reading a book is like escaping reality to me. You forget all the shit in life, and you take on the character you like most in the book, and feel every emotion throughout. Most times there's always a happy ending. I guess that's why I hate, HATE romance novels. The immense passion, love and extreme emotions are too hard to handle. And almost every character is described to be drop dead gorgeous. Get real.

I wish a parallel universe did exist. I wished life's plans always went accordingly. But no. Reality sucks sometimes.

Punk Pony Did It!!

*Note to self: Blog more frequently so people won't bug your ass for not updating.

Howdy people. I've been super jet-lagged since I left Europe and it's been a bloody pain in the arse. 12 hours on the plane from Paris to Singapore and I had to force myself not too sleep too much. Watched 3 movies before I finally tried to doze off. The seats are super comfortable, when you press the button to push the back of the chair back, the seat moves too! I know i sound sua ku but its still cool! ok? I'm guessing I barely got in 5 hours of sleep.

Stupid me, knowing I had only a night and half a day in Singapore before I left for Perth, I'd have to meet up with friends and eat all the wonderful food in the world, and still manage to survive. Needless to say I was about to die. Didn't get home till like 7am despite landing at about 5.30pm. Woo hoo. Now here I am at 3am still typing away on this stupid technology. Its entrancing...I can't get away from it. Pfft.

Everyone asks me the same question now, "How was your trip to Europe?". I'm not quite sure how to answer it. I mean, I did spend a month in Europe so do they expect me to go into lengthy detail, or simply say it was awesome. But then again, what else can it be other than awesome right? So to cut it short - I loved every minute of it. I got to see my friends' homes, especially Malou!

Which by the way, brings me to this point - Singapore is full of signs telling you what to do and what not to do. We all know it. No food/drinks. No durians. No Flammables. No Smoking. Followed by a FINE:$500. I saw this sign at the Singapore Airport. I cracked up. I'm used to the signs, but this is pushing it too far. What are people gonna do? "Ooh cactus! Thorns! I wonder what it feels li.....OUCH!"

My friends then say to me, maybe its for kids. Seriously? "Mommy look! Cactus! Can I touch?" How will Singaporeans live without signs? They'd probably just stand around not knowing what to do, waiting for some govermental official to give directions. "Now put your left foot forward, then your right, then your left......that's right, keep doing that and you'll walk!"

Before we went snowboarding, Marita was digging out clothes for us to wear. Thomas had a sailing one piece jumper which was hilarious on its own. Then the only gloves available for him were these boxing gloves like mitts. Somehow Marita had also dug out this wig she had. So this is Thomas's new look. hehe. I had a tummy ache from laughing.

Marita and Mette somehow came up with this tradition that everyone who visited Bergen had to sit on the reindeer. People stared at me like I was this crazy asian tourist. As if i don't have that sterotype already printed on my forehead in a completely white and blonde country.

My girl Malou. Haven't seen her in a year and a half. Its been way too long. We spent everyday reminiscing and enjoying every moment together. It was nice to have alone time with her and not actually feel weird about it. If you read this malou, thanks for letting us stay at your place and introducing me to all your wonderful friends. I miss you so much. Come back to Perth.

And that goes for the rest of you who left. *scornful stare* I'm still waiting.

i dedicate this post to zhen

So some people have been complaining that I haven't been blogging at all, and I do realise my last blog entry was quite a long time ago. So here I am, in Norway on a cold, rainy Sunday, writing an entry. Yes my dear, this is dedicated to you. I'm currently in Bergen, Norway. Staying at Marita's house and it's absolutely fantastic. I love it so much here, I know I sound a little sua ku when I say this, but everyone here lives on a mountain/hill! Its such a beautiful place despite what everyone says about the weather. Everyone we've met, especially Marita's family has been so hospitable to us. Nice.

Thomas flew to Bergen in time for Marita's birthday. It was so nice to see that German again. Good times bro!

We've done heaps of stuff so far, went snowboarding(!), went fishing on a boat, went partaying!

So here are some photos.

In this photo: Morten (Mette's bro), Miken, Marita, Me, Jachin and Mette.

Thomas trying to make a move on horrified Marita. Haha. Just playing.

Bjørn being his usual self. I dunno why he likes to pose like that when he's drunk.

This is Bjørn when he is sober. Big difference. I think this is like the only photo I have of him when he's sober. Interesting. I'm sorry, was too lazy to rotate the photo. Rotate your head instead ok?

Here's our dear Thomas. He's cracked us all up since he's been here. Miss him so much, funny Mr Bean.

And this, is a photo from Jøndal, where we went snowboarding. Stayed with Marita's aunt, Nina, who was soooo funny. This is the view from her veranda, at midnight. Yes midnight. So beautiful man. First time I saw a clear sky in Norway at night. haha.

And this is me with Marita's snowboard, the one I used, snowboarded on and fell with. Please rotate your head again. thankew.

We were so lucky that the sky cleared up in Jøndal at around 4.30pm, we sat outside playing idiot and basking in the sun. Simply beautiful. Don't mind thomas, its his look when the photographer says 'say cheese'. He says cheese and forgets to open his eyes.

Ok that's all for now. Getting so lazy uploading photos. More when i get back to Perth!

West Coast Blues & Roots 2007

Okay, I'm bored at home, doing absoultely nothing, so I decided I shall post up some photos of the Blues & Roots concert I went to recently. It was absolutely fantabulous, we went trigger happy with the camera. We had 3 I think. I guess its nice to look back on photos of good memories with great friends. Not sure how many of you know, but we saw performances from the likes of John Butler Trio, The Waifs, Gomez, Xaivier Rudd, John Mayor, Missy Higgins and Ben Harper. Of course there were a lot more great bands, but those are a few to list. Oh yeah, there was also Wolfmother, which was the last band on Saturday. We waited a longgg time for them to appear, and good god did I almost immediately wish they would disappear.

Yes, you heard me, sorry Wolfmother fans, they really do SUCK. The bloody lead singer sounded the same in everydamnsonghesang. His vocals were similar throughout, and it just got boring after a while, and so annoying when you're squished with everyone who's trying to get a closer look. Pfft. What a waste of time.

The Waifs were something new for me, they were a little bit more country, but their harmonics were great! Johno's voice was ooh-so-soothing that it made me melt, but haha, when he appeared on the big screen, he should really learn to make his mouth appear a little more pleasant. Well God is fair. He can't have it all, the good voice, the talent, Jessica Simpson AND good looks. So yeah.

Here's John with his beauuuuutiful gweetar.

Gangsta Stylin - Jem, Me & Niko doing our thang with our B & R hoodies

And to end on a more narcissistic note, like my new hairdo? heh.

Murder, Suicide, Homicide, Killing Spree

There was havoc in the world not just a few days ago, when a lunatic University student decided to bring a Glock 9mm and 22mm gun to school and go on a shooting spree. Everyone in Virginia Tech was hysterical, either running for their lives, or watching their classmates being mualed right in front of their eyes. There was nothing they could do, it was almost like this guy was on a mission to kill everyone in sight. Why? No one knows. He ended up killing 33 people, teachers and students alike, and injuring over 20. And then he shot himself.

Upon hearing the news, my heart sank. My two friends Dave and Justin go to that University. What were the chances I knew someone from VT, let alone 2 good friends. The killer went trigger happy at the engineering block of the campus. Dave and Justin were from engineering. Holy shit indeed.

Thankfully, I saw Justin's name pop up on MSN. He's alive! Thank god. Dave? He's alive! Thank god again. It was his birthday, the poor boy. Now the second question was, what about their friends? I got 1st hand information from Justin, the numbers went up from 20, to 22, to 30, and now 33, including the psycho killer himself. One of Justin's friends had to jump from the second floor of the building to escape being shot.

The engineering community in VT is apparently very small, I'm sure everyone knew at least one person either shot or killed. My heart goes out to all the friends and families of the victims, and those who had the misfortune of having to witness murder right in front of them. Imagine the toll it must take on a person's mental health. They're scarred for life.

Apparently the psycho killer had an argument with his girlfriend, whom he killed, two hours before the shooting spree. You asshole. He was a loner, but he had a girlfriend. Interesting. You asshole.

Thanks Justin for being available for everyone to contact you. Tell Dave to do as you did in facebook, saying you're ok. We need to know. Haven't had the chance to talk to him yet. Take care dude, I hope you're all right. Both you and Dave are in our minds, prayers and hearts. Miss ya heaps!

Simply Perfect

I made my way to the Fairbridge Festival near Pinjarra yesterday. The Narasirato Pan Pipers were performing there, a 3 day festival with huge crowds. I simply could miss a chance to see those wonderful guys again, even if the journey did take more than an hour, every minute seeing them was just Perfect. The men from the Malaita Village in Solomon Islands, never have I thought I would have the chance to meet such sincere and simple people. I wanted to surprise them by just turning up, little did I know the grounds were gonna be that big. Luck be it, I bumped into dear Dwanye hammering away, building his dome.

This was at Kellerberrin, that's little Willy from the back

The look of surprise on all their faces when they saw me was absolutely priceless. I was worried they wouldn't remember me, how silly of me. Thank you Peter, for letting me have another day with them. They had an entire stage to themselves this time. Their performance was simply mind-blowing. They've all grown so much since Kellerberrin, and that was only 2 weeks ago. Their stage presence is so contagious, it's nothing anyone can imagine. How I wish everyone could get a chance to interact with these guys. Mankind at it's best. Donation M (Captain), Small Donation, Charles, Willy, Peter, Michael, Andrew, Jimmy, and Clayton, you are beautiful people who have come to my life & lit it up through your personality, music and passion for life. I will try to do justice with the film we are currently editing - hopefully what I experienced can be felt through my film. Thank you for everything and I hope some day soon I will be able to learn your culture in Solomon Islands. Like Charles said - PERFECT.

Cheeky Charles, lead singer upfront doing his thang at Fairbridge.

It's not like these guys will actually read my blog, they don't even know how to use a computer I'm assuming. But one can be hopeful. I'm really keen on travelling to Solomon Islands now - not for the touristy things, but to live their kind of life. Out in the wilderness with trees, living in huts, hunting for your food, fishing, no shoes, no electricity, nothing but company of people you love, and of course, music. Anyone keen in joining in on that?

Hello. I am a shit-stirrer.

Uni break is quickly coming to an end, an end I wish will never come. This two week break has been so relaxing, how I wish life were to be like that for all time. I've thoroughly taken time to enjoy myself, and yet there is work to be done. This semester has been a tough one, what with two major production units to handle and on top of that, essays to be written and a magazine to publish, AND idiots to work with.














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Leave Me Alone

Happy Easter y'all!

Not that it was much of an easter, basically sitting around buying, receiving and eating easter eggs. How fattening! I was a good girl and gave four away. But the rest was mine! Hehe.

This ain't gonna be much of a post, just decided I should blog more regularly is all. I do hope everything is okay in Solomon Islands, with the tsunami and all. Damn these natural disasters, damn us people who create global warming! I swear the earth is dying at a quicker pace that we will all admit to. I mean, it snowed in Melbourne in winter, our summer has been crazy, everything is just fucked up. Three Rs people! Weren't you taught that in school??

Anyhoos, just a few random photos taken with my mobile.
















This is my little niece, Chantrea, and this is her when I ask her to smile. She's got the whole squinty look. How adorable.
















And this is Marita and I preparing ourselves before going into the depths of the assailing smell of sealant paint. Jem, the lengths we go to to help you.
















Dag on my right, never smiles for photos. Somehow, he managed to convince me not to either. Not a bad look I must say.

OK la. The end.

Meet my new Friends

I've recently been on a trip to Kellerberrin, a couple of hundred kilometres out of Perth. Had to film a documentary for Community Arts Network of WA. It was such a rewarding experience, travelling on the bus with the Solomon Island men, and understanding a completely different culture. Words can barely describe how I felt, and still feel, about the trip I had and the things I saw and learnt.















Who knew I would have the chance to meet people who live with no electricity, shoes, cars and technology, people who have to hunt for their food and trade with "shell money". They are the most down to earth people I have ever met. They don't say much, but they sure made me laugh a lot, and still smile at the time we spent.














They are currently on tour in Australia, raising funds to build a culture house in Solomon Islands. I think it's absolutely amazing how they took that step to embrace our society, and to share with us a part of their life. I wish everyone could have experienced what I did.

Like I said, words will do no justice to the trip I had, and how these guys are. I'll let the pictures do the talking.