Slow, not fast, mind you. My guitar is also pretty perfect in terms of being tuned. But this is not the point of the story.
2011. I forgot to do a beautiful, reminscing post about 2011. Sorry.
It was, without a doubt, the best year of my life. Yeah, it involved a lot of long hours in the study or the library that I certainly complained about, and a lot of awkward moments during which I wanted to sprint as fast as possible in the opposite direction, find a particularly hard surface and bash my head against it repeatedly. But I (cliche cliche cliche cliche) wouldn't change any of my experiences for a million dollars and a glass of lemon juice. Except maybe to get a few more marks in my external French paper.
2011 meant for me:
- Long hours in the common room discussing everything from Schoolies plans that never eventuated to Francisco I-Can't-Spell-His-Surname the beautiful effeminate model to politics and history and philosophy. Plus removing the stuffing from a giant soft-toy style dummy from the drama storeroom and refilling it with Latian, and throwing the naked baby doll Johnny at juniors in the corridor.
- Becoming super close to my High girls, who I love more than Tasmanian Double Brie and wish every happiness on each and every one of their beautiful, intelligent and stupendously attractive selves.
- Making many new and equally wonderful friends, a few of whom I feel as though I've known a lot longer than a few months.
- Success in my final year of high school academically, as in, achieving the goal I set for myself by quite a large margin.
- Being able to use my not-very-extensive life experience to help others.
- Forgiving someone after six years of having a sort of consuming hatred; it is such a liberating feeling, if you're holding a grudge against someone as of this moment I strongly recommend you forgive them. Do itttt. :)
- Blogging, time capsule and diary writing, generally making sure my last hoorah at secondary education was well-documented.
- A large amount of incredible contentment due to spending hours procrastinating or having spontaneous adventures with the people I truly truly love, even if sometimes we just can't figure out what to do with ourselves.
Oh, I have to say it just one more time. I am the luckiest person alive to have the people I have around me. You're all quite wonderful people.
So 2012? It's going to be scary, I know that. This is because I'm not doing what everyone else is doing and going straight to uni. I'm jumping into thin air, managing my whole life, becoming independent and travelling. I hope to work hard, keep in touch with all my lovely friends doing spontaneous things still (which I will never tire of), learn a lot, teach a lot and get to this point next year proud of myself and ready to start university.
Perhaps maybe also know what I want to do with my life.
I also hope the world doesn't end before then. I have big plans, world. I hope you do too.
Love you, and I mean it, like hope in general. Urgh how sentimental :P
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
A Sparkly Bathtub
So bros, sup?
Well, I'm in Vietnam, terribly sorry for lack of recent activity, but au meme-temps frustrated due to the difficulty of typing coherently on an iPad (I blame this for that iffy introduction) and ridiculously content due to recent adventures/book-reading. I shall be quick cause sleep must be had to fully enjoy the Hanoi Experience, but I'll start with the book bit.
To be honest, I've found it incredibly difficult to finish any type of book since the HSC (to be extra honest, I found it incredibly difficult during the HSC too). This might be because I keep setting my sights on intriguing works such as Proust's Remembrance of Things Past, which incidentally my Extension Two teacher recommended for a spot of light background reading for my major work without mentioning that it came in several volumes, each several hundreds of pages long. But this afternoon I finished (and started) perhaps the greatest book ever, Starter for Ten by David Nicholls. Feel free to read it now. Go on. Much better than this load of relative crap.
So the book is devastatingly hilarious, I think I have developed a bruise on my arm due to the amount of times Bruv punched me for laughing aloud as I was reading it. Then the characters are very relatable as per the protagonist reminding me of my good friend Superman (not the real version, but nicknamed as such due to his slightly worrying and constant delusional remarks about his superpowers), as well as the situation, which is all about starting off at university (ultra relevant for those not taking a gap year). Finally, the amount of literary references and general knowledge packed into it really makes you feel good about yourself, that is, if you get them. At the start of each chapter there's a trivia question with an answer relating to the goings-on that follow, which is quite amusing although admittedly I only knew slightly more than half the answers, and throughout I found myself thinking things like, "LOL, I know who Brecht and Stanislavski are, let me write that essay for you dear Alice."
Anyway. Read it.
I promised (perhaps) to keep you up to date with my various Vietnam adventures and have failed miserably; granted, I only started writing my travel diary today, two weeks into our three-week trip, and in it I wrote, "In our hotel room we have a sparkly bathtub. It's like fairy dust. Maybe if I think happy thoughts I'll start flying? ... Oh gosh, how do I get down?" Witty, right? Thought someone else should appreciate it.
But anyway since we last talked I have:
1. Cycled 70kms along the Mekong River, which was amazing. My only regret was not having ridden a bike for ten years, except for sport around Centennial Park when Lox and Tersa and I used to do one lap, then sit around in the bathrooms talking about the mansion we were going to co-own in Provincial France when I was a famous actor, Lox a Disney star and Tersa a vet. This is what I reflected upon whilst trying not to fall off 50-centimetre wide bridges two metres in the air over the river, crowded with motorcycles, roosters, dogs and little Viet kids cooing "hello" in distinctly Aussie accents to us as we cycled past.
2. Ridden a Vespa around the streets of Ho Chi Minh City and lived to tell the tale.
3. Crawled along 100m of the Cu Chi tunnels in pitch darkness. Escaped with very dirty knees.
4. Told half a million people Chuc Mung Nam Moi! (Happy New Year, and the only phrase I feel comfortable saying with my despicable accent. Very useful on NYE of course. Now, not so much.)
5. Been hugged farewell by the receptionists at our hotel in Hoi An, the sweetest ladies ever I swear, who also told me to come back soon, with my boyfriend. I said, "Deal." If you ever go to Hoi An, which you should, stay in the Hai Au hotel and say hello to Sally and Tammy for me.
Urgh and there's so much more but I really must sleep and I think you've probably had enough of my rambling and incredible wit. I'll talk to you later, and tell you more things, including useful literary techniques such as description and the not-so-secret challenges I have been rather bad at completing.
Love you like lemon juice. It's seriously the most delicious thing I have ever had the pleasure of consuming. Which reminds me of the time I sat a PD exam and couldn't think of the word so wrote "consumpting alcohol" instead.
x
Well, I'm in Vietnam, terribly sorry for lack of recent activity, but au meme-temps frustrated due to the difficulty of typing coherently on an iPad (I blame this for that iffy introduction) and ridiculously content due to recent adventures/book-reading. I shall be quick cause sleep must be had to fully enjoy the Hanoi Experience, but I'll start with the book bit.
To be honest, I've found it incredibly difficult to finish any type of book since the HSC (to be extra honest, I found it incredibly difficult during the HSC too). This might be because I keep setting my sights on intriguing works such as Proust's Remembrance of Things Past, which incidentally my Extension Two teacher recommended for a spot of light background reading for my major work without mentioning that it came in several volumes, each several hundreds of pages long. But this afternoon I finished (and started) perhaps the greatest book ever, Starter for Ten by David Nicholls. Feel free to read it now. Go on. Much better than this load of relative crap.
So the book is devastatingly hilarious, I think I have developed a bruise on my arm due to the amount of times Bruv punched me for laughing aloud as I was reading it. Then the characters are very relatable as per the protagonist reminding me of my good friend Superman (not the real version, but nicknamed as such due to his slightly worrying and constant delusional remarks about his superpowers), as well as the situation, which is all about starting off at university (ultra relevant for those not taking a gap year). Finally, the amount of literary references and general knowledge packed into it really makes you feel good about yourself, that is, if you get them. At the start of each chapter there's a trivia question with an answer relating to the goings-on that follow, which is quite amusing although admittedly I only knew slightly more than half the answers, and throughout I found myself thinking things like, "LOL, I know who Brecht and Stanislavski are, let me write that essay for you dear Alice."
Anyway. Read it.
I promised (perhaps) to keep you up to date with my various Vietnam adventures and have failed miserably; granted, I only started writing my travel diary today, two weeks into our three-week trip, and in it I wrote, "In our hotel room we have a sparkly bathtub. It's like fairy dust. Maybe if I think happy thoughts I'll start flying? ... Oh gosh, how do I get down?" Witty, right? Thought someone else should appreciate it.
But anyway since we last talked I have:
1. Cycled 70kms along the Mekong River, which was amazing. My only regret was not having ridden a bike for ten years, except for sport around Centennial Park when Lox and Tersa and I used to do one lap, then sit around in the bathrooms talking about the mansion we were going to co-own in Provincial France when I was a famous actor, Lox a Disney star and Tersa a vet. This is what I reflected upon whilst trying not to fall off 50-centimetre wide bridges two metres in the air over the river, crowded with motorcycles, roosters, dogs and little Viet kids cooing "hello" in distinctly Aussie accents to us as we cycled past.
2. Ridden a Vespa around the streets of Ho Chi Minh City and lived to tell the tale.
3. Crawled along 100m of the Cu Chi tunnels in pitch darkness. Escaped with very dirty knees.
4. Told half a million people Chuc Mung Nam Moi! (Happy New Year, and the only phrase I feel comfortable saying with my despicable accent. Very useful on NYE of course. Now, not so much.)
5. Been hugged farewell by the receptionists at our hotel in Hoi An, the sweetest ladies ever I swear, who also told me to come back soon, with my boyfriend. I said, "Deal." If you ever go to Hoi An, which you should, stay in the Hai Au hotel and say hello to Sally and Tammy for me.
Urgh and there's so much more but I really must sleep and I think you've probably had enough of my rambling and incredible wit. I'll talk to you later, and tell you more things, including useful literary techniques such as description and the not-so-secret challenges I have been rather bad at completing.
Love you like lemon juice. It's seriously the most delicious thing I have ever had the pleasure of consuming. Which reminds me of the time I sat a PD exam and couldn't think of the word so wrote "consumpting alcohol" instead.
x
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