well gosh darn it two posts in a row. now its undoubtfully obvious someone's procrastinating (so stop reading :P).

as promised, its photo dump time. im excited (not particularly).

so first and foremost, yoshi slippers! (ok this im excited about).they've got little hands and feet sticking out the sides and everything =D (i know, it takes so much to make me impressed, its ridiculous.)

so i went up to gosford last weekend, which was pleasant. highlights:
- boundless supplies of fresh air (even with the house being on a highway)
- charming waterfront views, endless till the horizon
- food food food (my aunt's friend can give masterchef a run for her money)
- (best for last) my queen size bed

the only downside was i forgot to bring my camera, so i had to make do with my phone :(
we went to terrigal for sunrise, i tried to capture the full expanse of the horizon using panorama, but the lighting was different for each shot :(( but hopefully i matched up the horizon line ok :P i'll try photoshop it later, when i bother installing it ha.
moon eclipse during dawn. but the colours pale in comparison to real life :(
i figured i'd take some photos of my aunt, while she took proper photos of the sunrise :)
after sunrise, we went down by the water, and coincidentally very slippery rocks. me, being by ever so coordinated self, slipped and fell flat on my (also flat) ass (yet somehow, i scraped my knee instead. a mystery).
yeah, im a pretty tall person. 1.63m is very very tall. as proven above, and photos never lie ;)

and some more photos.

sometimes.
i wish you'd just shut up.
because you make an avocation of discharging lethal verbiage. they know my weaknesses, defects, emotions.
they know just where to scar.
no one reigns supreme over you.
my compliments.


i'll give you the benefit of doubt; to suppose you hold my best interests as a priority.
so i apologise. for the disappointment i bring, the anxiety that is left unconsoled, and the care that goes unnoticed, unappreciated.
im sorry that i am blinded by bitterness, resentment, and (typical teen) angst.
i have yet to learn to swallow my pride.



but its ok. theres not much left. you will soon be extricated (or was that last line too overdramatic?).

im sorry to say my faineance is kicking in, alive as ever (still need to get around to transferring my files...)

and since my phone doesnt seem to be willing to cuddle up with my ravishing laptop as i do (every night ;) ), im (very disappointedly) unable to show off my friend's pair of yoshi slippers (provided me with priceless amusement for hours).

and yes, what a vapid start to a blog indeed. however, whenever one finds oneself a smidge short of creativity or resolution, hopefully a dust of inspiration will help to revive an extra pulse in your heart :)

(and once again im 'borrowing' this. as karma may have it, i'll be sued one day for plagerism.)

1. Life isn’t fair, but it’s still good.
2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.
3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.
4. Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch!
5. Pay off your credit cards every month.

6. You don’t have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
7. Cry with someone. It’s more healing than crying alone.
8. It’s OK to get angry with God. He can take it.
9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.
10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.

11. Make peace with your past so it won’t screw up the present.
12. It’s OK to let your children see you cry.
13. Don’t compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn’t be in it.
15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don’t worry; God never blinks.

16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.
17. Get rid of anything that isn’t useful, beautiful or joyful.
18. Whatever doesn’t kill you really does make you stronger.
19. It’s never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.
20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don’t take no for an answer.

21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don’t save it for a special occasion. Today is special.
22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.
23. Be eccentric now. Don’t wait for old age to wear purple.
24. The most important sex organ is the brain.
25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.

26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words ‘In five years, will this matter?’
27. Always choose life.
28. Forgive everyone everything.
29. What other people think of you is none of your business.
30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.

31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
32. Don’t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
33. Believe in miracles.
34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn’t do.
35. Don’t audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.

36. Growing old beats the alternative — dying young.
37. Your children get only one childhood.
38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.
39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.
40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else’s, we’d grab ours back.

41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
42. The best is yet to come.
43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
44. Yield.
45. Life isn’t tied with a bow, but it’s still a gift.

* * * *
i promise next blog shall be 100% platitudinous, in true swirling fashion :)

- oh almost forgot, im heading up to gosford for the weekend! :) feeling pretty excited, esp. for the viewwws =D

you had me at hello.

unremarkably, i (still) havent installed any programs onto my new laptop yet, nor transferred my files, so i (very much reluctantly) borrowed imawarhol's darlin little guy up thar. please dont sue me. my current impecunious circumstance rivals those of the derelict and destitute.


just feeling a bit under the weather (yet contrarily, im so over the cold cold wintry season. brr. frigid bitch). missing certain people (you). certain feelings of joy and comfort only you blanket me with. the effortlessness, contentment & felicity that immerse the moments when you're around. there's no other place i would rather be, no other burdens i should instead be occupied with.

its just you and me. sitting side by side, having nothing particular in mind. conversing, laughing, and me, smiling like crazy, because im with you. i miss it (you).

and it kills me, wondering.

do you miss it too? do you notice when i don't prod you every day, asking how you're feeling (though i still ask. everyday, inside my mind. if you were telepathic, would you respond)? are you sorting out your worries (is it my place to even ask?)? have you been trying to cut that noxious habit (yes. the one i beat you up for) of yours? but most of all are you taking care of yourself and eating all your goddam vegetables?

and im always wanting to know...whatcha doin' right now?


oxox...i never want to stop. (but then i wrote in a period, sorry)

ever the swirliest. and still sickest.

oh how i just love sharing the finer details of my indisposed health with the rest of the world wide web.

so i paid (i hate it when i mean this literally. it was $50. you bet your medicare ass im gonna claim a tax rebate. ok, my mummy will.) a visit to the gp's office. i probably left the house at 9ish, walked over to one gp, however, turned out to be already overflowing with other infirmed specimens (obviously, i dont do things such as phone ahead). so walked around trying to remember where another gp was located, while coughing and sneezing and spreading my (much-desired) germs to the public.

two hours later, i am playing sitting duck in a dim-lit waiting room while an infomercial aired, explaining why we're playing this puerile game (variability of length of time for consults, etc).

(hardly obtained) diagnosis: "viral bronchitis"

what? (i dont know. im surprised i havent googled it yet with eagerly twiching incompetent fingers)

is it even a proper name? (i dont know. i dont have a stupid mbbbs)

why not just call it bronchitis?* am i just using long ridiculous scientific terms to fool people into thinking youre dying and suffering, yet still (hoping to) pull off a communication of cool, profound, transcendent thoughts of effortless wisdom (i know. ive progressed into deliriousness).

and that ladies and gentlemen should affirm the seriousness of my condition, as am now slightly losing it by having self debates running on in my head and writing them down as little faq's.

shirls

(for the common good of internet safety, i shall refrain from kissing and spread my virus)

AND - happy 17th birthday to the smartest chick i know :) and whos initials are a refrigerator brand hahaa love you :) glad you had a great day, so sorry my viral infected cells failed to text you :(

* as another very smart person (shame knowing so many doesnt affect my intelligence level whatsoever. meaning i still have yet to reach a level of intelligence.) nicely straightened out for me, its viral as opposed to bacterial. oooh i see.

fully SICK.

michael jackson is dead!

actually that piece of news doesnt hold much significance in the plethora of my personal interests. however, i hope it does serve to assure i havent migrated to a far away rock in self-seclusion. or to a seaside cave, to grasp a literary feel of the full atmosphere for the upcoming harry potter 6. im still breathing and in touch with human society! i merely lead a rather (excruciatingly) banal life (my person also lacking the captivating skills of a raconteur), hence have exhausted all remotely enamoring life tales in my previous four posts (and yet these four poor attempts at a blog, are still more successful than my attempts to pass maths. oh my ailing academic life. maybe its got swine flu).

absence may also be on account that i am an extremely (no matter how many extremelys i type, it wont come close to reality) lazy being (though my humane nature may be called into question if anyone saw the state of my current tomato appearance).

which leads me to apologise if i have misled you into thinking this post will be fully sick Lebanese style. in reality, im merely diseased, detrimentally infectious and should go nowhere near other breathing organisms. yeah. wayy cooler state of 'sick'.

and now even more sick of writing about my mephitic physical state (lets not get into the mental illnesses here). so i shall digress to tell a tale of a person holding a much higher entertainment value.

a long time ago (to be precise, dating back to the release of the twilight movie; and now everyones familiar with the period of time im referring to, yet you would all be scratching your heads if i referred to australia...the film), i lent my neighbour my copy of the twilight soundtrack, because despite all my outer distain and rebuke over anything relating (even as distant as third cousin, thrice removed) to the twilight franchise, i admit the soundtrack was, ok.

fine i liked it so much, i practically begged this neighbour to take 45 minutes out of her housemd-bones-90210-scheduled life (surfing youtube and facebook. im now vaguely questioning why i still associate with her). at the time, she was one of the remaining, rare species of female-homo-sapien not to have been seduced by the pale, frigid cold (hence, naturally, sexable and droolworthy to us) EdwardCullen/RobertPattinson, and refused to acknowledge, barely glancing, at the compact object forced into her hands.

alas, this cadaverous disease (this post is so disease themed it can rival hamlet) soon spread, and my neighbourino boarded the mighty (inscrutable) populous bandwagon of i-loveeeeee-twilight/edward cullen.

now, few months down the track. and my twilight soundtrack is forever lost. to another sufferer of the twilight-loving affliction.

of course, out of respect and consideration for my darling friends privacy rights, she shall remain nameless. i love you helen smellin's ;) now get off your skinny ass and come kiss me better :( because, lets face it, if youre reading this, you have nothing better to do anyway. and i'll play lullaby for you (its the fever talking, but you sometimes get it right with your attempted pursue for good music taste. love you)

xo a now slightly feverish (and oh so much more tomato-faced) shirls


AND - for the love of your good health, stay away from black current flavoured difflam lozenges! dont let their seemingly harmless, alluring purple appearance fool you. their claims of cough (and other sickly symptoms) relief lies. lies.

smelly swirly

last night upon my walk home, dark and dreary, i stumbled across a divinity. no she didnt have legs going up to there, her eyes didnt see through to the windows of my heart and soul, nor did her smile outshine juliet's scorching presence;

she had a scent of baked creamy mashed potatoes.

eyes closed, this ambrosial fragrance carried up through my olefactory nerves and suffused my mind. high on cloud nine (hundred million and one), i was fatuous until i reached my door. envious; damn i wish i smelled that good.


if you were given the chance to be smelling all delectable, what would it be? myself, i'd favour apple pie ;)

o silent pockets

so recently ive found myself in a rather unpleasant position.

unemployment (shame to all you imagining me in ridiculous arrangements).

consequently, i now have very limited (none, if we go into specifics) financial funding with which to amuse myself. hence, in attempt to stem my rapidly declining bank balance, ive sketched out a few rough guidelines which i shall (attempt to) faithfully abide by:

- thou shalt not splurge on unnecessary grocery items, ie. 10 packets of doritos, green bean soy milk, green tea ice cream, rice bubble LCM bars (value packs are not valuable!), 4 for $8 green tea (you have tea leaves!), family packed anythings (you, as a singly entity, are not a family).

- when passing a sale sign, thou shalt walk on by, not walk in & buy
*caution: window shopping may lead to unfaithfulness to these holy guidelines due to insufficient supplies of self control.

- in endeavour to squander away time, thou shalt resort to mindless daydreaming or other invaluable (cost free) activities instead of relapsing into nasty habits such as buying newspapers under delusion of cleverly acquainting self on current affairs, then skipping to the comics/puzzles page.

- thou shalt drag thy lazy behind to a library (perhaps one where you dont owe a large ass fine) instead of buying a book you will never read again since you already know 'whodunit'.

- thou shalt (find, then) read the VCR manual and master the sacred art of video taping, instead of buying, the tasteless movies and series you saw the night before (and cant get enough of) on tv.
* exceptions may include house, how i met your mother, scrubs, i am sam.

and thus hopefully, by embracing and practicing all skills that are ninja (cheap stingy asian), i'll be able to curb my path to destitution.

fellows in the same poor boat are welcome to join me on my quest to freedom (from creditors). =]

xo shirley