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Tuesday 23 October 2012

A Touch of Weirdness

I hope everyone is having a good holiday, I know I am. Chilling in the sun and watching the days go by. It is very interesting to me that there is such a life while I am in the classroom and it is quite a unique life as I do not get to experience or take it in very much. It has been extremely nice just to not do anything and to get that extra ten minutes in bed I always want. Although, I did not go away, I stayed here and just was myself. Eating a lot, watching television, going for random runs, going off to the pool to try and fit in some recovery training, walking around, shopping and just living life, how I want it to be.

I have not posted in a quite a long time but I have been doing some thinking, trying to find that perfect blog post that I can amaze people with, I think I have found the concept I was looking for ...

" ... i am quite a weird person, well maybe that is the wrong way to go about it. i am random, unique and who i really am. i don't pretend to be someone who i am not. i am who i am, i am what is true to me. i take things and put my own spin on them, trying to make them more me, i guess. i realised that nobody acts who they really are ... listen to this.
nobody dances to the music that is blared through the speakers,
nobody yells to their brother across the shop.
nobody sings to the tune that is playing.
nobody stares at themselves in the shop window.
nobody eats whatever they want in front of friends.
nobody wears what they want to wear, no crazy clashes of prints tied together with a new 'do.
people just don't do that. i miss it ... "

It is quite sad that nobody represents who they really are. We all have natural beauty and we all have that one thing that we love to do. We are all different but we act all the same, I have kind of tried to change that. I went out and just did what I wanted to do. To see if people would notice ...

i danced to the music in the health food shop. it was from the 80s and i just jived, using moves that i have seen from footloose or any movie. my mum laughed, she just forget everything else.
i ate pasta with spinach and ricotta filling and cheese. it was delicious, i didn't care.
i turned the radio up and blasted the music from the bad radio stations in singapore, with the dj's that have no idea how to be a dj. i wound down the wind and sang from the top of lungs, i did not have a care in the world.
i clashed my outfit with different prints and my vintage sunglasses, i don't know why but i did.

Nobody cared and my evaluation of the world changed. They don't care if you dance across the floor in your mint green vans, they simply do not care. So my message is, be who you want, when you want, how you want. Live. Love. Laugh. you only live once so be alive and live the moment.

be who you want to be.
with different sides and all.
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nobody says that.
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"life is way too beautiful and fascinating to spend it on fashion rules".

but abnormal isn't.
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"life is about taking risks and if you do not take risks, you will never know what you are capable of".

cheers to life. ella xx



Wednesday 17 October 2012

Silence

--- snippets of my life. this all actually happened ---

I put my face underwater, all I hear is silence. I open my eyes, the water clear and beautiful. I move the sand around through my hands and all I hear is the swish of the sand against my rough palms. I smooth it out again and again. Like an obsession. I bring my face out of the water but put it back in again. For the last time, my face is brought out of the water, my hat which is keeping the beating sun off my skin, is falling off my face. I place it back on and the water splashes everywhere. The bright light is a difference from my time underwater. I love it, nobody else is around me. I soak it in.

Silence. I only hear the clink of the ice cubes in my cups as it is lowered to and from my mouth. The smash of the silver cutlery as the food is pushed onto the fork and then rested on the plate. More silence. Everyone is engrossed in their own little world, on their phone, looking up at the ceiling or focusing on a specific point or place. I wish there was conversation though, something to talk about, something for me to think about.

The flutter of the bird or the sound from an animal and the crickets is all I hear. I am sitting on a rock in the middle of the rainforest, wondering about life and crying my eyes out because I want to go home. I am on camp, I have just moved to a place that I don't know very well and I was sent off to a place that I have never been with people that I have just met on the first day of school. I hear footsteps and a teacher comes and tells me that I can get up and continue trekking onwards. An experience to never forget, but people are what I love and I need them around me.

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sitting in the green. soaking up the atmosphere.

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nobody else, just me.

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Thursday 11 October 2012

Poems


Dust of Snow by Robert Frost

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued


Poems To Read: A new Favorite Poems Anthology Project edited by Robert Pinsky


This poem struck me because it is short, sweet and too the point. It makes so much sense in my mind. It forms an image and I am easily satisfied with what it has to offer. You can go into detail and even with a short poem, it sets you off with thoughts, ideas and anything that comes to mind. I can picture the thin layer of snow on a cold, winter's night, as my mood went from sad to happy. I can picture the trees shaking off the droplets of snow as it's lips shiver. The cold wind blowing against the trees who are freezing but because they are made of bones and toughness they stand for another hundred years.

I can picture when the author sat down to write this and he looked out the window and just wrote, spilling his thoughts out so that every reader that read it, could have their own interpretation of what he was trying to show. When I read this poem aloud, I can hear the rhyme and and beat it has to offer, I can hear the emotion sliding off the words as each word is sounded out, clearly and not missing a beat.


Mug - Mornings.
On mornings such as thesewhen autumn’s chill comes
creeping under sheets, 
curling
around my legs, 
crawling
its icy fingers up my spine,
the warmth I find within my cup
seems to draw a blanket up,
tucks away the bitter cold,
sends sleeping shivers under doors.


Written By bluesandbarebones.


I chose to share this poem because it struck me that it was just perfect. I loved it ever since I first read it. My ideas on it is that it is about the morning and coffee but not all about coffee, I can picture the autumn morning, cold and wanting you to hate it. The shiver as you wrap your bare hands around your body in an attempt to keep warm. Your fingers wrapped around the cup, holding it to just make sure that everything will be okay in the end. Once you take your first sip, the warmness of the liquid running down your throat. Your mouth is doing somersaults in happiness, you know that every little thing is good, again. You just needed reassurance, but you found it, in that coffee mug.

mug mornings. 

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Wednesday 10 October 2012

The Subject

I feel the need to write, it gives me a place that I can just leave all my thoughts and let it all out, I do not know why, I get an urge but I do. As I sat down tonight, wanting to let all my thoughts, ideas, emotions and everything that I want to let out, pour all over the page, I couldn't and so I decided to write this post about where our ideas come from and why we want to write, why we feel the need to write about different subjects and how we get those brilliant ideas.

When I feel like writing an entry, I have to write one or else. I feel that it gives me nothing to hide behind, no big boulder to shed behind and think to myself, which is also good, sometimes but now, I need to write. Enough about me going on about subjects and ideas and blogging, over to what this post was supposed to be about.

I get my ideas from places I have been, the way it works in that place, that way that people live, what they were and how they act. My inspiration comes from the mood I am in, the kind of clothes I wear, how I ask people things, how I answer questions, how I do everything. The subject that I write about comes from the deep corners of my mind, I fish around for awhile, typing and retyping different titles, trying to find that perfect one.

I understand other's people points of views and I blog about them, that discussion that we had in English today, can be continued if we try. In an effort to blog everyday, I write notes about what to write about but sometimes it does not work. But I still try. And try.

I would like to hear your thoughts on the matter and where you get your ideas from, to start conversation, a question must be asked and the question will be, where do you get your ideas from and why to you feel the urge to write. I would love to hear your opinions and thoughts, please leave a comment and I will reply.

the memories you have can help gain ideas.

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free thinking, think the way you want to think.

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Tuesday 9 October 2012

My Mentor

When I think of someone who has the common qualities of what I am taught and trying to achieve, as I go through school, I think of Miss. Paula, my English teacher. I think that it is very important to have role models and mentors, but I do think that they have to be the right ones. The type of people that you can look up to and be able to still be your own person as your are an individual but you can follow by example.

Miss. Paula has that drive and she is concerned about you but still let's you explore the world yourself. She allows you to pretty much, spread your wings and fly. To me, she let's you understand her mistakes, so that you can learn from them but she still allows you to make the mistakes, so that you know how it feels.

I am not saying this just because, I am saying this because I mean it. The mentor that I have always wanted, I finally have. Someone who is a woman, who loves to write, has a great fashion sense and is a person that just makes you feel happy when you are around her.

To achieve all my goals and to make sure that I can be the best that I can be, in every, single thing that I do, I need someone like Miss. Paula. As English is my favourite subject, I am glad that I have someone who allows me to love the subject and still let's me think by myself so that I can take good control over my learning.

I just want to say thank you for being there and making me love English, school and just life in general and for also passing over your obsession with taking photos of everything, I do to now.

never give up.

dream catcher. 

fly away to your dreams.


because everything we do is always looking forward.

i tried.

i can't wait to see you again.

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always look forward.


Monday 8 October 2012

Just Some Pictures













all photos taken by me (:

i will turn it over to you, please give me your opinion on the pics.
a picture tells a thousand words (even though it is a clique).


Saturday 6 October 2012

Inspiration

Funny. I was thinking about this the other day, where does my motivation to do anything come from. For me, it comes from lot's of different places. For different things, different mentors and motivators and things that inspire me to do more, to do better and to do well.

My sports, inspiration comes from my team mates, my coaches and most importantly myself. I am quite the positive type and I will push the boundaries and make sure that I am doing the best that I can. I try and motivate others when a hard set comes along and I try and push other people along to make them feel proud and happy.

For my school work, my motivation comes from me, my teachers, my classmates and everyone that helps me with my learning. They inspire to really show what I can do, prove that I will do and tell them what I want to do.

I used to be a downer and I always felt that there was no point in being Miss. Happy, but then I changed my mindset and now I am the most encouraging person that I can be. I smile and wave and say hello to everyone. It makes me feel happy and excited and hyper. Like an adrenalin rush shakes my bones. Maybe, it's the thought that I can be motivating and inspiring to people or just because I am happy, everyone is happy.

So my word's of advice are, smile because nobody wants to see a sad face. Laugh because everyone loves your laugh. Be cheerful because everyone wants the mood to light up. Be happy because nobody wants anybody to be a downer on themselves. Live your life happy and carefree, you only live once and live that life once, in happiness.

don't worry be happy (:

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a beautiful nightmare.
dream and wish that everything can happen.

cheer up.

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dare to be different.
dare to be heard.



Friday 5 October 2012

When It Approaches

The rumble in the sky and the crack that you hear.
The sky darkens and light slowly disappears.
Rain starts to fall, slowly.
Then it pours down. Buckets and buckets of rain.
You want to go outside but you can't, lightening has struck.
You look up and a big flash is right before you.
You duck, not wanting to hear the noise.
Your ears are covered and the noise is made.
The face you pull, is squished and scared.
So, cheers to storms, they always make you scared.
And it is good to be scared ...
if it does not change who you are.
Then it all goes away and the skies clear up.
Happy and cheerful, the world becomes again.


A parting of the heavens :)

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photo taken by iPhone 4s (:




Tuesday 2 October 2012

To Understand Us

That story that you heard the other day, that story that made an impact on you, has been shared for ages and ages, passed down from generations and will continue to. It is in your hands now to share. We share stories because we feel the need to have an opinion and perspective on anything and everyone does. We like to make sure we understand those around us so we can make connections, share experiences and be ourselves. We want to connect and be who we really are.

We are humans that are normal, but again, is there such thing as being normal. No. Everyone is who they want to be, we are shaped by past experiences which we share, those experiences are who we are and who we want to be. We share our experiences and stories by passing them done, in normal speech and making sure everyone is aware of what has happened to you. We can share our stories in a written format, with the use of powerful and descriptive language.

I am a human who likes to share stories by telling people about them. I think that is the best way, you get an idea of who that person is and who they want to be. You can hear the tone in their voice and hear what their emotion is.

Our stories that we share are about us, who we are, our thoughts, our ideas and who we want to be. About our goals and achievements, what we want to accomplish and what we already have, our reflections of life and the world. Our diversity and why we do what we do, like what we like and be who are.

Every single person on Earth has the right to tell a story and share something. The world is like a patchwork quilt, each piece unique and random. Our stories come from the deep pockets of the world and ourselves. We share because we want to. We share because we care. We share because we love. We share because we live.

Always stay strong.


Cheers to the past, but the future awaits us.


Share it, everyone wants to hear it.

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