Small talk

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The incessant chitter chatter of life on Planet Earth.

"Let us talk about the weather. It's quite warm out, is it not?"

"Lovely dress you've got there, ma'am. It flatters your figure."

"The weather is rather warm, I do agree." 

"OMGosh!! What did you do with your hair!?!? It's amaze balls!?!?" 

I don't know about you but, I hate small talk. Little chit chat while waiting for something. If you were to strike up a conversation with me it wouldn't be about the weather, or clothing. It would be about food, or the future. Y'know, important things. Like, Nephelim, and Jesus Christ of Nazareth, and scary, awesome, crazy wonders of God's creation. Or awkward girl problem stories, and pregnancy woes, and children. (& their little problems.) I, as a general rule of thumb, don't like talking to random strangers. I just feel awkward, and ask really weird questions, like, what they think about freemasonry. 

I think that's why I don't have many close friends. If you attain close friend level with me, then we will talk about the deep stuff. How Jesus has changed you, or if He's changed you at all. And then maybe, maybe we won't talk for months. Maybe just mere days. But, the number one sign of true friendship is not seeing someone for years & still being able to enjoy their company. 

Do you like small talk?

remember me

sunlight streams through the window

shadows flee

as forlorn feet make their solemn march

around the corner

towards the front

following the funeral car

tears, though silent as they fall

are heard by one 

by one and all

and the trees tell us a story 

of a man who breathed his last

remember me

when the soft wind blows

when the frost kills the flowers

and there's no more sun

don't forget me

breathe in the scent

of your one

your one and only love

NATURAL

My word for 2014 is NATURAL. I'm striving to be NATURAL in the way I dress, NATURAL in the way I look after my body, NATURAL in the way I present myself, NATURAL in the way I eat. To be my NATURAL self, the real me. 

My aim for 2014 is to get back to the way it was 100yrs ago. To make more of my own products, (soaps, etc.) to live the way I was created to. 

I started the natural journey at the end of last year. I now wash my hair with bicarbonate soda & apple cider vinegar. I've found a way of eating which incorporates fats, carbs, & protein. (It's called Trim Healthy Mama, if you're interested. Look it up, it'll change your life!) I try and find clothes which are made out of 100% cotton (no cotton/polyester mix, & limited polyester fabrics), I also started making my own clothes. Moving towns and starting afresh was wonderful because I can now show my real self. I lived in my hometown for 16yrs, & it was getting a bit too much. I felt I couldn't change because people there knew me a certain way & I didn't want to lose the little friends I had. But, oh well. 

LET'S BE REAL THIS YEAR!

(I'm a bit late on this since it's nearly March. But... better later than never, I always say.) 

X

(In other news, I'm moving back in with my parents in Perth after a wonderful year living out in the wide, open air of Victoria.) 

quitting

source

collarbones. 

dirt on my feet. 

flesh on my bones.

blood in my veins. 

unoriginal.

uninspired. 

death-defying. 

denying all known remedies.

sometimes i feel like i need to do things eloquently. like it's not enough just to be myself. doesn't the world tell you to be yourself? why is it, then, that i feel so much pressure to be you, and vice versa. society isn't all it's cracked up to be, ladies & gentleman. ladies, please, wear some decent clothes, and who cares if you got a new pimple. (you're beautiful, swettie!) and gentlemen, please, do me a massive favour. 

*incoming rant*

PUT A SHIRT ON! I DON'T CARE IF YOU HAVE A SIX-PACK OR NOT! IF I HAVE TO WEAR A SHIRT, THEN YOU HAVE TO WEAR A SHIRT AS WELL! 

(does anyone else find it strange that whilst women are continually told to put some clothes on, i don't think men are told enough)

*end of rant (please continue in an orderly fashion to the nearest exit)*

so to hell with being eloquent, and like you. i'm gonna be my own damn person, and gonna live my life, and chalk my hair, and get my nose pierced, and wear handmade clothes, and get married, and have children, and grow old with my beloved by my side. 

Children, be wonderful today.

X

(ps. i quit my job. now i'm broke & unemployed....)

Year 12 graduate (finished with school)

I am now officially finished (and graduated) high-school!

It was only a small ceremony. (I was the only Yr. 12 there) But it was good to finally be able to say that I've finished school. Now to get a job, and earn lots of money, and buy a DSLR camera (any advice on a good beginners one?), and a Macbook Air. And tickets to travel the world. I am super excited for what the next few years will bring!

X

self-image : introduction

i've had this idea in my head since i saw Jocee's comment. and then, after this idea had sprouted in my mind i remembered a post i had read once upon a time on Lauren's blog (the post is here. thank you very much. it only took me one whole hour to find it)

anywho, onto the idea. self-image. the idea, conception, or mental image one has of oneself. what's your self-image like? do you like what you see when you look at yourself? or can you only see the bad bits? the bits that no-one else sees?

in the next few weeks, months, years, i'll be doing a post on what i think about my body. the first one being my face. then hands, feet, so on, and so forth. feel free to join me. (this is by no means a link-up, but... if you do write a post on this topic, put the link in the comment box, click publish, and i'll be over there checking it out.)

X

the humdrum of earthly activity

i. a person's daily routine 

ii. what they eat for breakfast (or if they eat breakfast at all)

iii. what they listen to when driving

i. I wake up anywhere between 6am and 9am. I get out of bed anywhere between 6:30am and 9:30am. (I usually spend 30mins checking social media before I get up) Then I'll have a shower, get dressed, and put my contacts in. After that, it's breakfast. Then, I do whatever. Work on some sewing, put the washing on, clean up my room, etc. Lunch is anywhere from 12-3pm, then after lunch I either look after children or do my own thing (go for a walk, do more sewing, etc.) Dinner is usually at 6pm, then after dinner I do the dishes, then surf the net, read, or go straight to bed. (depends how late it is) And I'm usually asleep by 10pm, only to wake up and do it all over again the next day.

ii. while on the farm, I didn't really eat breakfast. I wasn't particularly hungry in the mornings. But, I'm back home for holidays, and Mum wants me to eat breakfast, so I have Greek youghurt with frozen berries, and oats. Maybe a coffee, tea, or freshly-made juice on the side. On the weekends, I might cook up some scrambled veggies. (scrambled egg with fried veggies, eg. mushroom, zucchini, capsicum, carrot)

iii. as I don't really drive much (I'm still on my Learner's) I listen to my father's voice, the wind whistling past the car, the air conditioner, and various other natural sounds. I find that if I have music on, I get to easily distracted. 

from Carlotta's post