Thoughts.

Hey Blogging World,

Written yesterday. Remembered to post today:

So sitting here on the train attempting to do pre-reading before classes isn’t going too well so I thought preparing a post for this ever so full of life blog (sarcasm) would be the best idea. My mind is buzzing with thoughts after all.

Thought no. 1 – I’m wearing a tight skirt from work and it’s really annoying me because my bosses have paired it with an oversized top, they picked the sizes. I don’t really ever wear tight skirts, well to be frank I don’t actually own any.

Thought no. 2 – The saying to be frank always confuses me and I avoid using it as much as possible however just then seemed to be the right time to use. I suppose it confuses me because I don’t understand why Frank? Why not Peter, or Jules, or Lola? I do understand what the word frank means but I just don’t see why another word that also doubles as a name could be used instead. But now I’m off track with all my thoughts.

Thought no. 1 continued – So I’m actually wearing my mum’s at the moment and it’s all business like which doesn’t suit me one bit, striped then black and white striped tops and I mean I love stripes but, well you get the gist. Feeling awkward.

Thought no. 3 – Pre-reading is one of the most useless and difficult things to do. It literally goes in one ear and out the other. The words don’t even make sense. What does the word paradigm mean? If I had internet I’d probably be bothered to find out, but why waste data over that? I am loving uni life don’t get me wrong, but pre-reading real pieces of literature and not some textbook mumbo jumbo is going to take some getting used to.

Thought no. 4 – Uni life. Ahhhhh. I usually refrain from emotional descriptions such as ahh and eek and all other sorts of annoying “sounds” I send through text. But there is no other way to describe it, I love it. I already feel all grown up, finding my away around a huge campus and making friends left, right and centre. I met one friend who I immediately clicked with and yes our friendship may have moved fast, especially realising this when telling others about it, but when you just have that instant friendship with someone it doesn’t seem to matter. That’s what it was and I loved it! I always knew I could make friends, but there was something about it that scared me so much. We had gone through all these years of high school with the same group of friends and feeling secure, to then jump into a place and know no one. It’s nice to know it’s working.

Thought no. 5 – There are these annoying school girls on the train who keep on laughing and singing and chatting and just overall enjoying life. I despise them.

La Vie Vivante.

Let's talk.

Hey Blogging World, 

So I've been slacking off, again. It makes me realise why I stopped the schedule in the first place, if I had nothing exciting to write for that day I would just not write. This actually makes a lot of sense, why bother writing something for you if it's going to be boring and practically a waste of my time writing something half-hearted and your time for having to read it? 

Therefore maybe the schedule might end, maybe it will continue. I've never been too much of a structured person. I'll just write when I write and if it happens to coincide with the themes for the day then that's a bonus. 

I've moved into my new room. It's rather exciting. That first step of independence is thrilling and scary and all together quite wonderful. Uni O week also starts today, another thrilling and terrifying adventure I'm about to embark on. I can't quite seem to figure out my emotions, I got barely any sleep so I must be feeling some sense of excitement. My stomach is gaining a few butterflies, the first big day where you meet some of the people you'll be spending the next few years with. I'm a person who loves making friends and am able to make friends quite easily, yet the actual process of befriending someone scares me to death. What if they don't like you? What if you don't stay friends for more than that day and it wasn't worth it? What if they leave you for other friends? What if you're not good enough? I know I'm good enough for myself, but it's too easy to worry that my eccentric personality and attitude towards life can be too full on for people. It's odd because I am confident in my own skin and if a person doesn't like my personality they don't have to befriend me, but what if barely anyone appreciates it? 

On a completely different note; I had a dream that there was a redneck spider on my wall and woke up, turned the light on and checked. There wasn't. I then had another dream I kissed someone I really shouldn't have but I think they were just a spirit for another type of person because their name didn't match their face. Then I dreamt that I went into the city in the middle of the night and there were hundreds of people all watching a documentary on a tower about McDonalds. It's just been a weird night. 

See I like this much better, just writing down my scattered thoughts. It works better that way. 

Until next time... 

La Vie Vivante. 

Conversation Starters.

Hey Blogging World,

I'm not particularly fond of the title for Wednesday, "What the?! Wednesday". It just doesn't have any zing for me any more. I was more thinking Witty Wednesday or something still half comedic. I'm never sure if I'm actually a comedic person, especially in writing. Oh well, I'll still just write how I write, no point really in changing for the world.

I met a boy yesterday.

I was sitting on the bus minding my own business, thinking my own thoughts, when about seven seats down a teenage boy sitting with his carer/friend waves to me. "Hello!" He says. I say hello back and he begins asking me questions; what school I go to,  how much work I have to do, what stop I'm getting off at. He asks me if I have a boyfriend, I will admit I get a bit worried as I say no to which he tells me he has a girlfriend, "lucky," I say. He then asks if when I get off am I able to shake his hand. "Of course I can!" I reply. And so I do, he wishes me fun with my work and I thank him for the chat and hop off the bus with the biggest smile on my face. That boy made my day and if I ever see him again I'll be sure to tell him that.

It got me thinking, why can't all boys be like that?! It was so simple to have a conversation with this boy I had never met and he was more than happy to talk to me, asking all the questions and seeming genuinely interested. Why can't all the good looking boys I've seen over the years on the bus have the guts to do the same thing? This boy's brain most likely worked in a different to manner to everyone else on that bus, yelling across seats to have a conversation with someone is quite normal in his mind. We find it strange, different, amusing. But why can't it be normal? He left me feeling so happy being able to have a pleasant chat with a stranger, learning about someone else and having someone want to learn and know about you. People like him see the good in people, they see the opportunity in every experience they have, even if it is in the simplest forms such as a bus trip. I respect those people for having more guts than most of us. He could really teach males a thing or two, should have already knew he had a girlfriend the way he could strike up a conversation with the ladies so quickly.

See how this has turned from really trying to be a little comedic to something so insightful, well I hope it's a little insightful. Or perhaps it's just a pointless post. Too bad no day of the week starts with P, I could have had Pointless Pednesday. Haha, alright. Wednesday is now Pednesday because that in itself is funny enough which means my post no longer have to be so forced funny. Pointless Pednesday it is. Oh and happy 102nd post, thinking I might just celebrate every post after the 100th now to make up for the lack of celebration on the 100th post.

La Vie Vivante.

Take Your Pic Tuesday on Thursday

Hey Blogging World,

I promised you I would catch up, so I am. I also promised you a splendid 101st post so here goes nothing, I've got Montaigne in my ears and I'm on a mission.

I went to Falls Festival for the first time this year and it confirmed all my dreams - I want to live in a music festival forever. The three days were an escape from reality, filled with so many beautiful moments, too many to write. There would be times I'd be dancing and singing with complete strangers and think to myself, this is life. This is what living is. You'd think I was exaggerating here but I'm not. I'd be in bed around 3am, well 5:30am one morning and up by 8am. No voice, headaches, cough and runny nose, blistering heat. But nothing, no nothing, could ruin the best last three days of 2015 for me.

This photo was taken during the Wombats set. The Wombats is one of those bands who I don't necessarily know every word to every song but they've been on the music bucket list of bands to go and see and they did not disappoint. It was probably one of the highlights of the whole festival that set, being so close and surrounded by thousands of adoring fans screaming the lyrics and dancing around. I even made my mate lift me on their shoulders and oh my gosh that was incredible, it was pure living my friends. Ugh there are literally no more words to describe the feeling, just living in happiness and wonder and delight.

I've said it time and time again but music takes you to another place, it makes you forget about everything going on in the world and fills with you joy. And that's what I had for three days, pure joy in my heart. I made an abundance of new friends, half of which I don't remember their names because I met too many. I would recommend the festival to everyone who is all about the atmosphere and the music. Drive along, take some good pals and listen to some sweet tunes because that is what this festival is. It's even more though, an experience and immersion of art and festival culture, and a bloody good way to finish off the year. It makes you forget about every worry you had throughout the year, there's no time for reflection because you're living in the moment. The most amazing moment.

La Vie Vivante.

Already Slacking Off.

Hey Blogging World,

I do actually have a legitimate excuse for not posting yesterday as I don't think I stopped for the day until my head hit the pillow and my eyes shut in a flash. I worked from 7am - 4:30pm and then came home to get ready for the circus with the family which didn't end till 10:30pm and then bam, sleep. Which was beautiful by the way. But it meant that I forgot 'Sentimental Saturday' - still not liking that name. So even though I said Sunday would be rest day it may also become the day in which I catch up on any lost posts such as this.

To be honest I'm not really feeling sentimental about much nor philosophical about anything. Life's pretty good at the moment. Well, more than pretty good, great actually. I've been a tad bored though, everyone going back to school and work has made for a quiet house and not much to do. This has resulted in a much needed clean out of the bedroom. There's been a lot of dust, rubbish and fond memories. I'm one of the world's biggest hoarders. I found three 2013 calendars underneath my bed.

And of course I began writing this and didn't even get to finish it, gosh Annalise get your gear together woman. Truth be told I'm not even too busy. Apart from cleaning out, so I shouldn't have any excuse to not be posting, however one thing has been pre-occupying me plenty. Ugly Betty. There's something so entertaining about a not too pretty girl working at a fashion magazine with all the plot twists and turns. Look all this writing about it is making me need to watch another episode.

Take your pic Tuesday will most definitely happen but for now, I'm out.

La Vie Vivante.

P.S. This is my 100th post. Yay. That is a lot of words I have written. Most longer than this post... I'm not really into celebrating this post as my big 100th so I can be a big celebrated of 101st post, now that'll be good.

Promised I'd deliver. Didn't say I'd do it well.

Today daddy and I saw a show,
As per usual we sat in the front row.
Laughing at the comics as they stumbled over their words,
And howling everytime they did something absurd.

Pizza and fries what a delight,
Ice cream half time I didn't think twice.
But now my stomach feels ill oh what have I done?
All I wanted was to have some fun...

And what a blast I had with dad by my side.
He's not too embarrassing, I don't have to hide.
The man is actually quite brilliant.
There's no other way to describe him nor word to rhyme with.

It's late and I almost forgot,
But while sitting in the car I decided I should not.
So a poem seemed the easiest way to go,
Why it has an annoying rhyme pattern I do not know.
I hope this will satisfy to all those who read.
Let's hope tomorrow will bring more help to those in need.

La Vie Vivante.

I'm back, if you'll have me.

Hi Blogging World,

It's been a while. And when I say a while well it's been well over a year. Oops. But I've been cleaning out my room and found all my old writings and it reminded me of the blog, so I took a peek at what I sounded like. I thought I would cringe, I thought I wouldn't be able to stand the way I wrote. But honestly, I liked most of it. I've created a voice for myself on this blog. I like that.

Last year was hectic. I completed my final year of high schooling along with holding a major leadership role and being involved in the school production. Didn't leave too much time to be writing on a blog. But it was an incredible year and brought me to this year where I am attending university, moving part time to be closer and getting ready for a fresh start at a new place. So, I think it's only fitting that I begin the blog again, I've been bored lazing around the house. I was considering starting a whole new blog but I like the name to this one and as I said, I like the voice I've created here. Sure the background might need a bit of a revamp and hopefully my writing has become a bit more sophisticated but should be the same ol' Annalise. In saying that...

I want to begin this schedule again:

MY LIFE MONDAY
Mondays will be all about me, if you don't mind. Anything going on in my life, anything interesting I have done, and I will try to keep it interesting. I want to give you an insight into my life and Mondays will help you do just that!

TAKE YOUR PIC TUESDAY
I have decided I want a lot more photos on my blog, photos taken by me. Tuesdays will be all about photos. Whether I just post up a lot and leave them for you decipher, or write the story behind them, it will be very spontaneous.

WHAT THE?! WEDNESDAY
I want to attempt to make Wednesdays my comedic post, if it will turn out that way, I'm not so sure. Anything that's out there, something wacky or never heard of, I will be writing about it.

THINK THURSDAY
Think Thursday. To be honest I have no idea what Thursdays will about, I suppose it's whatever I think of. Thursdays will be the day to write whatever pops into my head, it's where I will write anything based on people's requests, show anything that people have been telling me about, anything that the people are thinking about.

FICTION FRIDAY
Every Friday a new installment of Mia and Twig will be written on my blog. You will be able to read this on the page that says Mia and Twig. I am determined to really get into this story and hopefully you enjoy reading each short chapter every Friday. If writers block hits me on a Friday for the story, I will be posting a poem or a short story on the main page for you to enjoy.

SENTIMENTAL SATURDAY
The name is sounding a bit too soppy for my liking so it may be changed soon. Saturdays will be for a reflection basically, if there's something happening I will write about it in a way that I can hopefully relate to my readers. By Saturday I should be feeling philosophical and obtain the ability to write an inspiring post on the mystery of life. Yes, I really do think this name will need to change.

SUNDAY- REST DAY
Every young writer needs their rest day, these may have to pop up more often as the year goes on and inspiration to write based on topic dies, but I am determined to give a schedule a shot.

I will also be starting a new page Which I have entitled Music Madness where I will be completing the thirty day music challenge, only that I will do it in thirty weeks and post one throughout the week. Any new music I find, old songs that I love, my favourite playlist, I'll be writing up there for you to have a look at.

I'm determined to make it work this time. I like what I created before and it's only a matter of sticking with it now. So, expect either an instalment of Mia and Twig tomorrow (need to re-familarise myself with the story) or a short story/poem/embarrassing old writing from my notebooks. Main point, I'm back baby. 

La Vie Vivante. 

The 30 Day Challenge is back.

Hey Blogging World

So I've decided it's time for another blogging challenge as they are the only things that really give me any motivation to write. Scrolling through Google I came across the 30 Day Disney Challenge to which my friend Tash told me I just HAD to do.

I've always loved Disney, I mean who doesn't? Every time I watch a Disney film it's like revisiting childhood. All the songs and the princesses and the happy endings just thrilled me. And with Frozen this year it's perfect timing to complete the challenge, which will begin tomorrow. Hopefully.

Short blog because honestly, I couldn't be bothered writing about anything else. Now excuse me while Tash and I attempt Disney quizzes to find out if we are the ultimate Disney fans.

La Vie Vivante.

Late Night Pondering

Hey Blogging World

I presume (and really hope) I'm not the only person that has those nights, laying in bed thinking about every single things good or bad and end up still lying there at some crazy hour of the morning still thinking about it?

I tend to think that music will help me sleep, it usually turns into an occupational health and safety hazard. Having my headphones is fine until my eyelids begin to close and I wake up in the morning freaking out that the chord has wrapped itself around my neck, I think my mum always warned me about it when I was younger, must have turned into a fear. Or those school mornings when you wake, the music is still playing and battery is critically low and you wonder how on earth you will make it through the bus trip without your iPod. However the worst thing is waking up and believing you must have some sort of sleep disorder because your iPod has been flung across the other side of the room, but you seem to have no recollection of how it got there. Not to mention my music taste at the moment is a lot of acoustic guitar serenading me to sleep. I have been absolutely obsessed with Secondhand Serenade, only knew one of their songs (Fall For You, check it out) but just pushed on another one day and was hooked then. Their music is simple but beautiful and their lyrics are so raw they travel into you and unleash emotions you didn't know you contained. Music also helps me in pondering of course as whatever I'm pondering about, the mood of the song is chosen to fit the ponder. Funny how I know to manipulate my mood to what I would like to be.

Pondering. Well, shall we ponder about the word ponder? After all it is such a funny word to use. The dictionary definition shows:

think about (something) carefully, especially before making a decision or reaching a conclusion.

I've thought about this for some time now and can only draw to one conclusion. It made no sense to me the word ponder especially as the word has the word pond within it and I didn't know what ponds had to do with thinking. But ponds are relatively deep, not as deep as an ocean, but you would have to go a little deep or think carefully before you reached the bottom or the conclusion. That is the only thing I can think of. Otherwise ponder is just another funny word like majority of the words in the English language. At least ponder is a word that you can look at and pronounce unlike... Well I can't think of any at the moment, being awake doesn't mean my brain is functioning to its full potential.

I'm not sure if I feel comfortable using the word ponder for the rest of the post now, it's in the title though I probably should. One difficult thing to ponder then write about is the dreaded P word. No not panoramas, or pandas or playgrounds. Oh gosh I could talk about playgrounds for hours that wouldn't be hard to describe after pondering. Wait, I think I discuss playgrounds in another post. Right. Back to the dreaded P word. I really get distracted too often. P is for people. At the moment I'll say friends are going pretty well, I shouldn't jinx it but any arguments you haven't heard about but of course still worried about have been sorted so you can relax. There are people who have become a family to me and our little family has ended now, which you think would make me being the emotional person I am quite sad but there's been certain people making me oh so tired, but oh so happy this week and I hope they hang around for a while. I hope I haven't made you all too curious now, because if you are you'll be finding out nothing until perhaps my next post.

"She's going to begin posting again?!" You're thinking! Yes I would love to start blogging more often and it's going to be a huge time allowance as school is really coming first this year, I've realized I need to really start trying in order to attempt to have a lovely future. But hey, when I have a spare hour early in the morning with eyes that won't shut and nothing to do I'll be sure to jump on here because I miss you all. I know hardly any of you commented and I'm not sure if people actually read what I'm posting but I enjoy writing to a world full of people. Making new friends one anonymous reader at a time.

Signs that I should really go to sleep, I'm listening to Beyonce and Rihanna. Not that they're bad, if you like that when you're wide awake then good for you. Until next time.

La Vie Vivante.

Whose Reality

Hey Blogging World

I know I haven't posted in forever but we're going to skip over all the fuddy duddy reasons and just get straight to the point of the post. We received essays back today from Term One and I read through my creative piece and actually thought it was decent enough to share with all of you. The context was 'Whose Reality' (Original post title right?) and the prompt was:

Reality is always open to interpretation by individuals. 

Tessa

I'd seen it on the news. The tsunamis. Giant tidal waves hitting the shoreline and raging on further. "But the people are fine". They would say, "Everything is fine." So the world kept on turning, the people here kept on going, in their reality, nothing was wrong.

Tari

They came so quickly, the water rose and crashed down on us. People fled to higher ground, hiking their children on their shoulders. All the houses, they fell down hopelessly. After it was over, the news crews came from all over the world. I watched them s they told people to smile. They were trying to provide a different reality to people, attempting to the show the world we were okay. But I sat and hoped, hoped that someone would see in a different way. Someone who could help us.

Tessa

The flight over caused me to reflect on my life. The way I saw things seemed to be different to others. Not just in the sense of the glass half full or half empty, but watching drones stare at a t.v screen, nod in agreeance and move on with life. They didn't question it, didn't want to find out more. They are content with being told someone's reality. That's all it is essentially, someone telling large groups of people the way things are going in their eyes. Why people don't go out and find their own way to see is another brain buster. We landed safely and I walked out into the humid air. I had my bags, money but all the motels had been knocked down. There was nowhere to go. That's when I met Tari.

Tari

I was looking around for pieces of lifed when I met Tessa. She had a kind face and lovely shoes. She was not from here. I stood up and looked at her, peering around to see where her camera was. But there was no one else, just her. She held out her hand and I reluctantly shook it. She explained to me what she h ad seen on the news and how she wanted to see what was really happening, She said she was finding her own reality. I led her to the main village where everyone was. I watched as her expressions changed, her reality changing before her eyes. It was almost funny to see. She broke into tears, apologizing to everyone for what had happened, falling to the ground in despair. But I picked her up and smiled at her. "That is just the way you see it, that is your... oh what's that word? Interpretation. That's it. It's just your interpretation. For us, we are all well. We are alive and we are together. That means everything is okay."

Tessa

Emotions were the only way to show how I felt today. Upon walking in to the village I was swept with feelings of grief. People standing on flattened houses, trying to find decent parts to re-use. Children crying for food and their parents only able to give remnants that they had hoped to eat themselves. It all seemed  shocking, the t.v showed none of this. The t.v could not show the emotions of these people but if it could pain would pour out of the screen. I began to tear up, but Tari stopped me. She explained to me her reality and told me to look again. I looked and at first still saw grief. I looked a little harder, people working together as one. The community coming together, bringing all their resources, and Tari with her class. She was a teacher at the local school, so in my luck spoke English. We stood and watched her students play and I noticed a boy in the background. "Who is that boy?" I asked her. "That is the boy whose parents never came." She replied. I wondered what she meant of this. Tari opened up her reality to me. My reality was changed. But I can go home now, tell people of what I saw, that will change my reality, right? Wrong. No matter how hard I try, my reality will always be mine. I cannot force it onto others. They will see the events of the tsunami differently, everyone interprets it differently. Just like the boy, how he sees things will forever be unknown to me. His reality is his and my reality is mine.

Binn

I knew it was coming, I could sense it. Everyone continued on liked everything was okay. Miss Tari was telling us it would just be a storm, waves get big before a storm. But the waves kept getting bigger. One by one children disappeared as their parents hurriedly took them away, realizing that waves ere getting bigger. Soon enough it was just Miss Tari and I. She looked worried and gave me a smile that I think was supposed to be reassuring. "Do you know if your parents are coming Binn?" I shook my head. Dad had gone fishing today, mum was at home unwell. I knew they wouldn't come. Then we had to leave, the waves crashed through everything and when it was over, my parents still didn't come. A lady was standing with Miss Tari today. She looked at me. I didn't know who she was, but I knew her reality was not mine. She kept looking trying to find something in me. Some sort of pain perhaps. But there's no pain. She can try and say there is, they all try to say my reality is pain. But that's just what they see, what they interpret. I am the boy whose parents never came. That is all. That is my reality.

La Vie Vivante.

The Speech of the Century

Hey Blogging World

Read it. Get angry or nod in approval. But enjoy it and leave me a comment if you have any suggestions.

Celebrities, they’re constantly in the media’s eyes. This star is twerking, that artist is using auto tune, these people are always portrayed to the public as extraordinary people, to some they are even shown as idols. But when these celebrities are found lying dead on their bathroom floor with a needle stuck in their arm, should we feel any pity for what they have done to themselves?


Most recently in the news we have heard of Phillip Seymour Hoffman, aged 46 who was found dead in his apartment with a needle stuck in his arm. An envelope was also found which contained what was believed to be heroin. Hoffman had won four academy awards and an Oscar. He was a well-known, very talented actor, producer and director. He had a lovely partner and three children who he loved dearly. He had a wonderful life filled with not only his successful career but was also surrounded by people who loved him. And yet he ended his own life as a result of a drug addiction. Hoffman had spoken openly about his drug addiction but also stated he had been 23 years sober. He had obviously tried for the sake of his family, but if you loved them that much, wouldn’t you try a little harder?

Everyone knows of the Glee star Cory Monteith who was found dead in a hotel room last year as a result of a drug and alcohol abuse. Monteith was 31, a major star all around the world, had a beautiful girlfriend and many friends, especially from the show. He had also talked openly about his struggle with drug abuse, being treated in a rehabilitation facility at the age of 19 and just three months earlier completing voluntary treatment. Yet what was seemed to be unintentional resulted in death because of reckless decisions.

The newspapers swarm at the news of a death from any celebrities, let alone drug related deaths. All we read is “found dead with needle in arm”, “a mixed-drug toxicity involving heroin and alcohol”, “leaving behind family”. But are we ever able to read the full story? Are we ever able to understand the full extent to what these people were going through at the time, what was happening in their lives? And that’s the thing, we will never know what was going on in their heads they day they decided to take drugs, if they even knew what the consequences were. Because at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter if they are celebrities or not, they are just people like you and I. They made bad decisions and the only difference is that every one of their mistakes is leaked to the tabloids to take advantage of and create good news. Yes, they have done this to themselves and its wrong and what they have left behind is indescribable grief that not even the newspapers can show because it’s the people that feel. But they are just people, they make bad choices, they also have a lot going on in their lives. Imagine having to step outside your door of a morning and have paparazzi swarming you for photos, and I don’t mean on the morning of school photo day, I mean those mornings when you’re running late, rushing out the door, your shoes are barely on, it’s more than just a bad hair day and the bags under your eyes are bigger than the craters on the moon. That type of photo. Your every move being watched, waiting for you to slip up. Maybe they had had enough, maybe the only way out for them was drugs. And yes I know, there are plenty of other ways to get around situations and better ways to deal with it. But maybe at the time, that’s the only way they saw possible. Because as I was saying before, we will never know the full story.

La Vie Vivante.

How Organised Am I.

Hey Blogging World

So I realized I haven't posted in ages, once again, and this time it meant that I wasn't just not writing to all of you, but I wasn't following my schedule! But here's my excuse:

My internet wouldn't work about two days after I started the schedule and therefore could not post. Then after the internet finally began working again, life was great the day, I had completely forgotten about blogging and my mind shifted to homework, school, friends and all of life's other first world problems. Therefore that is my lame excuse and I will make it up by attempting to write a rather long post on all of the worlds disasters and ways in which we must fix them as the fate of the world rests on our hands.

I believe that somewhere in the world, there is a unicorn. That's right, a creature that most people believe is mythical is actually real. It's just there, in a lush forest, grazing as horses look on at the strange creature with a huge horn on it's head. But what if we found this creature, what if we took it in and looked after it and somehow began a whole new generation of unicorns. That will never happen though because if we found a real life unicorn scientists would take it, dissect it and attempt to discover all of its hidden magical ability.

Why can't people know when to leave raw and pure beauty alone. When something is so beautiful that by touching it and adjusting it ever so slightly, you will ruin the beauty in an instant. Take a young child for example. When they're at that stage that everything is lovely, the sun shines every day, people who are gone are just asleep for a really long time, a trip to McDonalds was a treat and when someone gave you their spare 10 cents, well you had just won the lottery. Then you grow up. You learn that the seasons change, people die, McDonalds makes you fat and 10 cents can't even get you a yoghurt stick from the canteen anymore. Rumors are spread, everyone is talking about something else. You're judged on what you look like and who you hang out with. That's right, you hang out with people now you don't play with them because that just sounds wrong. The way you act in certain situations apparently shows the type of person you are. People are seen as inhumane. Crazy, isn't it? We are human and we are seen as inhumane. It doesn't make sense.

So we always ask ourselves why people have to be that way. Why do they have to be judgmental and rude and just everything that a person doesn't like? Maybe the question we should be asking ourselves is why we accept this judgement and nastiness. Why do we let ourselves become apart of this chain of people judging and being judged? Why can't we just let pure beauty shine through in every person. I know it's there, deep inside every person there's this thing called a heart and we use it to stay alive and to spread hope in other people and kindness. We use it (and use our brain) to see pure beauty in other people. And on most occasions, it's not something you can see by first looking at a person. It's getting to know them, knowing their quirks and knowing all their imperfections that make every person perfect. Imperfections is perfection. People just don't have enough time in their lives to stop and figure that out.

La Vie Vivante.

Words to Find

Figure it out. 

Hey Blogging World

So today is Tuesday and if you have been keeping up, it's Take Your Pic Tuesday. I am going to make up a page with the schedule on it to make life a little easier for everyone. It was quite hard to choose the right photo today so there may be a few. But I like this one and for me it has a small story behind it.

I was walking back home one day (I never said this story would be interesting) and in Australia the heat had been extraordinary so I was a little hot, but then a cool change hit. A calm breeze russled the leaves on thirsty trees, the sun glowed and the weather was perfect. And I take a photo of the path.

It just seemed so beautiful in the strangest of ways. The dead grass that surrounded it and the cracks in the pavement. The cracks meant something, it showed age, it showed use and power. Power in the way that it could break. The path looked so long from this angle, like it could go on forever to who knows where. I came home and immediately thought, 'oh, Instagram!' I edited the photo, put the effects on, focused it in the right places and came to a halt when I had to write a caption. Obviously I couldn't just write 'The Path'. Well actually now I think about it, that would have been pretty cool. I had to write something that explained the metaphor of the cracks and the length of the path, but I didn't want to bore them with a paragraph like the one I just wrote for you. Sorry. So I ended up posting a photo of the sky, that pretty sky. The caption read 'A change is coming'. It wasn't my best work but I put something up. Every time I look at this photo now I cannot come up with a good sentence. It's like Writers Block but on Instagram, like Instagrammer's block.

I googled 'cracks on path' quotes and they all ended up being about crack. Therefore they didn't seem like very good quotes for my particular photo. Maybe the fact of the matter is that there is no caption needed for this picture. Or perhaps just a caption like 'Figure it out.' Everyone will have their own way of looking at it. The cracks in the path will mean something different for each person and the distance will be symbolic for everyone in their own way. I don't need a caption to describe what I believe the photo is saying when I can allow others to figure out what it means to them. One should never limit another's imagination by telling them something bluntly. Life is a puzzle and it's the individuals job to put all the pieces together.

La Vie Vivante.

P.S I have recently started up an Instagram page for the blog. It hasn't got much at the moment (one post) but why not go check it out, give the photo a like and follow? I would love to get to know some of you that read my blog and also to give you a better look into my life, the places I go and the things I see. So come visit me at @lavievivante13 I hope to see you there.

It's Monday

Hey Blogging World

Well it's time  to begin my newly made schedule with My Life Monday. May I just begin by saying how excited I am? Although it is going to be slightly stressful making sure I post something excellent each day, I am still looking forward to having some sense of order.

The thing I like about the whole Monday topic is that it can be anything about what I've done, so I basically have endless options on what to write.

My friends came over last night for a HSM Marathon. For those of you who don't know, that means High School Musical. We hadn't seen the movies in ages and thought it would be best to sleep out on the deck, sing and dance to all the songs that we loved when we were younger. It was fabulous, number one didn't work so after a brief recap of what happened we moved onto number two, then three. It was amazing actually realizing how much we remember, all the one liners, the lyrics, even the dance moves! They were all still there in our long term memories, even though we hadn't watched the films in about three years.

It's crazy how much people can remember. I retell conversations to people and remember it word for word, which seems strange to the person listening who is most likely thinking I'm an obsessed creep reading over the same conversations millions of times. I probably am. I went and helped at a nursing home once with a music therapist. We walked in, the people greeted us and she brought out her guitar and began singing, and there was this one lady who sang every word with her. The music would stop and her memory would be faded, "Yes... the um... the title to that... the one about the..." and so on. But as soon as the music started, the lyrics flowed through her mind and poured out of her mouth.

After the movies finished and our enthusiasm for Troy died down, a good ol' game of Truth or Dare broke out. The usual questions, who's your crush at the moment, what do you like about them, what's your dream date... All the soppy questions that girls ask. However this is a truth zone, so I've decided to tell you about my perfect meeting with a guy, only because I think it's the most wonderful way to meet the love of your life ever.

I'm in JB-Hi Fi. I walk to my favourite aisle (the alternative/punk aisle) in search of new music. As I turn into the aisle there's this guy browsing through albums, looks around my age. So I'm looking through albums, as is he, and I notice him pick up an album that I already own, so I tell him, "That's a really good album." He says thanks and shows me some great new bands and we each buy each others recommended albums. I go home that night and listen to the album, love it and text him (because somehow through this we exchanged numbers) saying how wonderful the album is. He texts back and says the one I recommended is even better and we make plans to meet up and listen to amazing music all day. Bam. If only my dream would actually happen one day. If only.

The most important thing to remember about Mondays is that I won't always stick to myself, the point is that I've experienced it in my life, or it was thought of by me. So from High School Musical to nursing homes, to truth or dare and dream meetings at a music store, this has been My Life Monday.


La Vie Vivante.

Let's Get Serious

Hey Blogging World

I've decided I need some order in my blogging because it's unfair on my readers to have to wait around for me to come up with something to write. So let's see how you like this?


MY LIFE MONDAY
Mondays will be all about me, if you don't mind. Anything going on in my life, anything interesting I have done, and I will try to keep it interesting. I want to give you an insight into my life and Mondays will help you do just that!

TAKE YOUR PIC TUESDAY
I have decided I want a lot more photos on my blog, photos taken by me. Tuesdays will be all about photos. Whether I just post up a lot and leave them for you decipher, or write the story behind them, it will be very spontaneous.

WHAT THE?! WEDNESDAY
I want to attempt to make Wednesdays my comedic post, if it will turn out that way, I'm not so sure. Anything that's out there, something wacky or never heard of, I will be writing about it.

THINK THURSDAY
Think Thursday. To be honest I have no idea what Thursdays will about, I suppose it's whatever I think of. Thursdays will be the day to write whatever pops into my head, it's where I will write anything based on people's requests, show anything that people have been telling me about, anything that the people are thinking about.

FICTION FRIDAY
Every Friday a new installment of Mia and Twig will be written on my blog. You will be able to read this on the page that says Mia and Twig. I am determined to really get into this story and hopefully you enjoy reading each short chapter every Friday. If writers block hits me on a Friday for the story, I will be posting a poem or a short story on the main page for you to enjoy.

SENTIMENTAL SATURDAY
The name is sounding a bit too soppy for my liking so it may be changed soon. Saturdays will be for a reflection basically, if there's something happening I will write about it in a way that I can hopefully relate to my readers. By Saturday I should be feeling philosophical and obtain the ability to write an inspiring post on the mystery of life. Yes, I really do think this name will need to change.

SUNDAY- REST DAY
Every young writer needs their rest day, these may have to pop up more often as the year goes on and inspiration to write based on topic dies, but I am determined to give a schedule a shot.

I will also be starting a new page Which I have entitled Music Madness where I will be completing the thirty day music challenge, only that I will do it in thirty weeks and post one throughout the week. Any new music I find, old songs that I love, my favourite playlist, I'll be writing up there for you to have a look at.

I'll begin the new schedule tomorrow (Monday) and give it a trial. To those reading, get ready, La Vie Vivante is about to become ten times better.

La Vie Vivante.

My Spazmatic Friends Part A-lby

Hey Blogging World

I received a request from a friend to write a post about him and it made me realize I haven't written a 'Spazmatic Friend' post in a while so this would be the perfect excuse.

I know this boy.
He's twelve years old.
No I am not a creep.

Alby is another member of the SAZAA family and a regular Lorne visitor. After being read my latest post he requested a post about him, so I'm wondering whether to make him regret asking for a post or not.

You could easily say Alby is a traditional 'twelvie'. hashtag yoloswag. But he makes up for it in good looks and a charming character. Ha. Just kidding.

I'm finding it harder than I thought I would to write about Alby, it doesn't help that there's a red line under his name every time I type it. Off putting much. The thing is, even though this kid might only be twelve, he's just as tall as the rest of us, as smart as the rest of us and mostly likely more hilarious than the rest of us. He's always got something witty to say in a dull moment, or something amusing to add even when the situation has all us in stitches already, he gets us rolling on the bark laughing (ROBL)

Abby and I like to think of Alby as the glue that holds us all together. He's there for everyone even if they're not there for him. Put AAA at a swing set at 9pm and you've got yourself one hilarious talk show. AAA being Alby, Abby and Annalise, we all have the best time hanging out and laughing about things I wish I could recall but I feel as though they weren't even funny, we were just laughing because we were happy. That's it with Alby, he's always there to make you happy.

This isn't to say Alby hasn't had his fair share of stuff ups. He steals your pens and throws them down gutter holes, steals your swing and doesn't give it back, he steals your phone and texts people you don't particularly want to talk to. Yeah, you can say I get mad about that sometimes, especially when it comes to the texting phone thing. I know he's only trying to protect me and he's great for that but it makes things more complicated to me. And I know he will read this and he will know what I'm talking about, so Alby, nothing will happen and thank you for texting them because deep inside, it made my night.

Alby is Alby, he's our little twelve year old brother getting ready for year seven, but he's so much older when you get to know him. Damn he's got the heart of like a 90 year old. You know, because 90 year old's hearts are all shriveled up because they've used them a lot, or something meaningful like that.

Hope this suits you Albikins.

La Vie Vivante.

New Years Resolutions

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I hope you all had an excellent Christmas and a fantastic New Years. I had a wonderful time, spending Christmas with family and New Years with my friends, at a playground. The fireworks went off at 9:30pm this year to avoid the chaos that occurred the previous year. We all walked down to the foreshore at 9:15pm and were there waiting till about 10pm for the fireworks. In the mean time we put on a stunner of a show with the macarena, the hokey pokey and singing many favourites along with our interpretative dance moves. In my opinion, it was the last night of 2013, we had to make the most of it. So the fireworks went off and all the oohs and ahhhs were accompanied with every bang. But after it was over there was still two hours left of 2013, which meant sitting at the playground until 2014 came.

While we were there we came up with a sort of New Years Resolutions list, a Do's and Don't's of 2014.


DO

• Get a job: This one wasn't really for me, as I already have one of the most amazing jobs on Earth with the most amazing staff and just about everything about it is perfect. But we all think Abby needs a job besides Netball Umpiring, not that it isn't a real job (considering you get paid a decent amount of money) but a real job would be nice. 
• Breathe: I'll remind you that it was about 11pm and we were all growing bored of the playground and becoming tired, so this list may not be at it's best. 
• Have fun: Such an obvious one but still such an important one. Every year should be the most fun you should make it. I mean I was already making the most of my 2014 after I went back to my cabin. I opened the fridge and got a can of creamy soda, a handful of chocolates and a good movie and I was set for a brilliant first morning of 2014. This will not stop throughout the year. 
• Well in exams: Wow we can be such 'nerds at times', however doing well in exams is important to us and for me I'm starting to arrive at some pretty important times in my schooling. So if you start reading posts about psychological studies and legal studies then I apologize in advance. 
• Make a new friend: I absolutely love this one. Abby's younger sister had thought of it and it's beautiful. I'm determined to find someone this year and befriend them, and I mean really befriend them. But don't go out and start stalking people obsessing over befriending them... please don't. 
• Eat food: Another pretty self explanatory one as it's necessary for survival. Enjoy your food though, don't sit at every meal and count your calories, eat what you love. 
• Find a new band: Any new music group or singer, up and coming talent that is raw talent. We are all going to find one and share it, this was another one of my favourites. 
• Judge people: You're probably re-reading that and wondering if it has been placed in the wrong section, it's supposed to be in the Do. Everyone is a hypocrite in saying they don't judge people when it's human nature to do so. What you do with that judgement is what can turn it into a rude remark or a mere thought. Not all judgments are bad either. The bottom line is the person whom you are looking right at is probably judging you as much as you are judging them, so don't hold back. 

DON'T

• Get a boyfriend: Abby and I were the only ones behind this point I think. The thing is, Abby is content with being the crazy cat lady and sees no need in having a boyfriend. I had a little trouble and no I'm not a quitter but the advice I heard the most from 2013 is don't get a boyfriend. So I guess it has to be put up there. 
• Get pregnant: However cool it may seem to be on one of those 'Teen Mom' shows I just don't think I am that tempted to grow a human being inside of me just yet. Besides, that would counteract point one... and if it doesn't in your case then don't do that either. 
• Get fat: Yes we said eat food but we also are trying to not end up the size of whales (no offence intended to whales) next year for the beach. The whole thing of having to suck in whilst running to the water and once waist deep letting it all out, thought it is quite fun, is also quite tiring. 

There are not as many don't's as there are do's which is good I guess, your options are endless as long as it doesn't involve a relationship/pregnancy/overweight issues. So I think I will be alright this year. This will be the rules of 2014, the one thing I will bring myself back to and remind myself of when I'm stuck in a rip. I should also add to my do: blog more. And I'm definitely going to try, I may even do another 30 day blogging Challenge but in my own style, make up my own? Remember, if there's anything you would like me to write about, feel free to leave a comment below and I'll do my best to write it with justice. 

I leave you with the song I was listening to as I finished this post. Arctic Monkeys-Fireside. 

La Vie Vivante.

Isn't it Crazy..

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Isn't it crazy how a friendship with a person can change in an instant. 

One day you can be messaging flirtatiously and the night after they tell you to get out of their life. Then they come back a week later wanting to be more than friends not realizing the damage they have put onto that person. The harm they caused, it all  backfires. 

A friend that you have barely spoken to all year and then talk to every day for a week. A person who you think, 'hmm, I am finally becoming friends with this person...' Then after the week they return back to their normal life, leaving you behind once again.

That person that you never thought would change and the next time you talk to them their whole life has turned around for the better and they won't shut up about it. When you feel like the only way you're friendship is surviving is because they keep bringing up the one topic that they love and you're secretly sick of. 

When you feel as though your friendship is just a game, a label being tested. They push all your buttons, then tick all the boxes. But the hardest thing is that you never feel like you're winning, you're always that one step behind, always the one being played. 

Missing out on the action is worse when you know what you're missing out on. There will  always be that friend who will help you out by telling you everything they got to do today with this person and that person, while you sit at home hopelessly wishing you were there with them all in on the action, instead of watching from a distant sideline.

Sometimes I wonder whether it's people who change, or if it is I who notice the differences in people that I may have not seen the day before. Perhaps it is I who changes in an instant, if I change my viewpoint. I am most likely the one pushing these friendships away but sometimes you get sick of the complicated friendships, of all the confusion that follows it. Sometimes you just want a person who doesn't get tired of you. Here I am thinking of the perfect friend. We all  know by now it's impossible to be perfect therefore I should stop creating perfect people in my mind. It's crazy how people do things in a split second that can cause a shatter in the friendship for months. Girls fight over guys, people accuse people of backstabbbing, gossiping and rumours.  Friendship is a rare thing these days. To find a true friend is a challenge, and having the ability to keep that friend is an even greater one. 

La Vie Vivante.

It's All Around Us

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We do these things in English called soap boxes. Basically someone stands up in front of the class and talks about what irritates them. Then the rest of the class discuss it and everyone looks for a possible solution. The reality is that the person up the front is talking for a minute when another person buts in with their opinion, beginning a huge word war.

The thing that really frustrates me is all the people that begin to justify reasons for things happening by saying "It's all around us"  or  " It's what we're exposed to, we can't help it." In which I think to myself, what a load of crud.

The truth is, why can't we NOT expose ourselves to these things? People complain about body image and it's the fact that media is all around us and media distorts bodies and influences body image, but what if we didn't listen to media? I know that most of the photos in magazines or on websites are photoshopped. I know that I am never going to look like that famous person or have the same figure as that person but I also know that I am not an ugly person. I would never say I'm drop dead gorgeous, (but if you'd like to say that you're more than welcome) but I'm definitely not ugly and I'm happy with the way I am. Yes, media is a big thing and we are often involved with it one way or another but it does not need to rules our lives.

La Vie Vivante

(I found this post as a draft written a while ago, liked the size of it, so I left it as is. There may be an extension later on. Enjoy!)

Long time: Confusion, Music and Nicknames.

Hey Blogging World

Wow it's been a while. How have you been? Like I am genuinely interested to find out how you are as I haven't posted in what feels like forever. In fact it's only been a month but that feels like forever in blogging years. The truth is, I don't even have a reason for not posting. I guess I just haven't needed to share anything with you. But there is a time when you must either post to say sorry but you're quitting or get your act into gear and continue posting. I'm not a quitter.

I am a confused person though. I often become confused when I over think things, and this happens a lot. I started talking to a friend again the other night and they asked me some things that caused my brain to feel as though it was about to explode because of all the thoughts running through my head. When people ask you a direct question and you can't give them a direct answer, you feel kind of useless. You don't want to let them down but you don't want to have to write a whole paragraph explaining every thought going on in your head that just makes you look messed up. Even if you are actually messed up, which I probably am. Confusion also causes regret. Regret of not doing something. Regret of saying something completely opposite to how you feel. And you think you're doing it for the better of the other person, but does that mean that you don't care about yourself and your feelings? I don't think it does. I have a habit of putting other people before myself and then finding myself getting hurt but I can't complain for the fact that I usually bring it upon myself. I'm sick of being confused. Things are never straight forward and there's never a straight forward answer to any question so people should never expect one. There's always going to be an 'if'or a 'but' in an answer. I feel like I've just done the messed up thing and written a paragraph on every little thought. Woo.

Veering away from life's first world thinking problems.. I SAW MUSE THE OTHER NIGHT!!! It had to be one of the most amazing experiences of my life. Birds of Tokyo came on and were incredible. The half an hour wait, which became even longer when people wouldn't get to their seats! Lights went down, the crowd went wild and the best 90 minutes ever began. They just had a presence about them that was jaw dropping and I could see them a million times and love every time I saw them. Just pure perfection.

I have also developed a problem. Yes, another one. This blog should be re-entitled 'Annalise and her Issues.'
I recently started working at a cafe. It's a great job and I love it but the music is beginning to become repetitive. Not only am I learning all the lyrics to all the songs, but I come home and am listening to these songs. Thank goodness it's actually good music otherwise I would not cope! Just one of my favourites...

I need a nickname. One that will catch on. I have one friend who calls me kittycat as I smile like the Cheshire cat. It's wonderful and I love it however it isn't doing an excellent job of catching on as the nickname requires an explanation that I do not have the patience to tell whoever may ask. I also do have another nickname if you could even call it that, don't really appreciate being called anal in the school hallways. Therefore I need a nickname. You're probably thinking why could she just not go with Anna or Annie? I have developed the same disapproval as my mother on this matter that anyone who likes the name Anna or Annie so much can go ahead and find a girl with that name because it's not mine. Lisey could always catch on, but that's kind of a family thing with my little brother calling me that when he was younger.

I'm not sure if I have got everything out of my system, but anything else too personal I'm just going to have to write on a piece of paper and burn.

La Vie Vivante.