Puru

It's 23 days until my best mate leaves for Puru. Yes you read correctly Puru. After a grueling twelve years at her prestigious school, she has now graduated and broken free. Now I'm a little sketchy on the details, but as far as I know she's volunteering over there, assisting in the construction of schools and teaching English to school children. So in other words, she's pretty damn amazing/brilliant/kind/helpful/selfless/ did I say brilliant?

Any-who, the concept of her leaving me for approximately 9 months is daunting enough, yet the thought of having to deal with year 12 ALONE, is almost too much to bare. Last year when she battled through her studies, I was there for her every complaint and breakdown. However I fear as though I will be venting to her via means of SKYPE. Yet as much as I'm willing to shun the whole trip, I must think of the children!! After Lizzie (that is her name) finishes her good deeds in Peru, she will be venturing out to London to see our dear friend Buzz. This little quest has also left me envious of her freedom, and resentful of the rest of my year.

Another important aspect of this year she will miss out on is my eighteenth birthday, the passing of my moped license and the passing of my car license. I can't even take her to my formal if I find myself partnerless. Yes, it will be one of the hardest years of my life (I use the word hardest very loosely.) Just incase some of you readers, which certainly isn't many, are unaware of where or even what Peru is, let me inform you.

          Some Llamas, which are Peru's native animal...I think.

Machu Picchu, built in 1492, and will be one of the many places Lizzie will explore.

The Peruvian Map.

I look forward to 1) her going away party 2) her birthday present for me, because they're simply the best 3) her arriving home.

TTFN.

A different perspective

The pain that ignites our hearts

Writhes uncomfortably

The searing edge of doubt

Once blinds, now makes us see

As the serpent of lies come forth

And our thoughts of despise show through

I can run and hide from you

But I will never be set free

Unwrap these chains of trust

Words simply aren't enough

The golden sun is setting

And the darkness is caving in

We loath the grip that remains

Turning our heart insane

I dare not speak

In the name of fear

Knowing my chances are weak

I'll forever hide my dear

Wait until the waves crash in

And all is destroyed

I'll never stop waiting

I'll never give in

And we can feel it burning

Our soul's are yearning

For the one it calls it's own

We will forever burn.

My heart goes out to you, my dear friend.

xx

Would you like a sample?

Half way between English and visual communication and design, I was adamant to find something fresh in my wardrobe...and by fresh I mean old.

                         Shirt: vintage Joe Boxer. Denim Jacket: vintage roy. Hoodie: American Apparel

After this state of procrastination, I then decided to surf the Net in updates of IDN Magazine. Probably the most delectable and cool magazine EVERRR!! Seeing as its only been 2 weeks since I bought my last one, I assumed there wouldn't be any new releases. But I clicked away regardless.

This month...

includes a range of designers who prefer the "hands-on" approach, as opposed to usual digital work. To my surprise, when I purchased the mag I received a complimentary DVD filled with juicy short films, animations, commercials, promos and photo-shoots. The layout of the magazine is also an inspiration to me, in reference to the sub-culture magazine I'm developing for my media outcome.

I'd like to say kudos to Nazario Graziano...big name, major graphic designer/illustrator. He is the founder of ATNI and RevolverLover magazine. The bloke's never ending portfolio is due to his massive cliental. He's been summoned by MTV, Toyota, New York Magazine, IDN Magazine, Toxic.fm and many many more companies.

Conclusion...he's a pretty rad dude.

TTFN.

How busy have I been?

Well it's been a mere 12 days since I have last blogged, however I do believe that it is bloggers sin not to post 3 times a week. I'VE BEEN BUSY!! As I sit here on my balcony in the humidity, delighting myself in the abyss of tea and pod 'toffee time' snacks I am stifled for the topic of this blog.

Over the last 2 weeks I have

1) had 2 English SACS, 1 Psych SAC and 1 Viscom SAC.

2) cut out alcohol for Future Music ( i will get to that later)

3) developed minor anxiety that I won't sum up the ENTER score in order for me to do the courses I want after school.

So sunday the 8th a bunch and friends and I, gathered our tickets, ID's and doses of cash to spend a brilliant day at Flemington Race Courses. My Friday afternoon was spent at American Apparel with Jem as we pieced together our outfit. I had an idea in mind, which was bought to life by a cute metallic purple bando which I dressed with a cut up baggy white singlet and some old high waisted LEE jeans, cut into shorts and frayed at the ends. I was chuffed with myself.

As suspected none of us had a decent sleep the night before, due to the anticipation of the day ahead. Jem managed to squeeze a lift from me, and no sooner we arrived at Kels 10:30 that morning. The next 2 hours was filled with steady drinking and bread consumption, in order to make a safe day. In what felt like a 10 minute train ride, we were at Flemington Race Course and had successfully walked past security with no problem. Us four girls, my Disney Land bum bag acting as a locker for my good were ready to rock the day.

I managed to get about 10 shoulder lifts in the main stage, which no doubt impaired on the vision of the people behind...i didn't care. The masses of festival heads in that area alone was incomprehensible. Basement Jaxx boomed through the speakers and everyone went nuts. My favorite artist however was definitely N.E.R.D. I swear I got direct eye contact with Pharrell.

The rest of the day went as a bit of a blur, despite my near sobriety. So many people, so much noise. For only paying 95 dollars and spending 20 at the actual event it was well worth it. Of course my budget plan was successful due to the mushy "Ribena" drinks I shoved down my bra, then later consumed with a sour face. It was definitely the best day of my life.

I want to travel back to the past to relive Future.

TTFN.

The cradle will Fall

Something I found in the bundle of disarrayed files of my MAC computer. Enjoy.

My existence has been tainted.

All I have known,

All I have lost,

Has been smeared with unworthiness.

I do not cry to you,

I just explain.

Nothing can be so pure,

So sacred anymore.

Life as I know it has been altered,

Yet nothing has changed.

Five simple words,

In an attempt of destruction,

Of me as a whole.

Yet I was unknown to the world.

Which makes me wonder,

How could something so unknown...

Be so unwanted.

The greatest betrayal of love.

The greatest cluster of lies.

The muster of truth,

Descends into the dark abyss.

Leaving remains of the past,

Naked and raw.

She turned out beautiful,

And forever onwards he claimed her

As his own.

Colours merge into one, 

And the blanket of deception

Covers her tiny body.

The beginning of her life,

Marked the beginning of the end for some.