Tuesday 14 February 2017

Who Doesn't Love a Check List...



A lifestyle check list for a not so normal, almost adult worthy 19 year old who happens to be turning 20 this year....eek...


After the last couple posts I thought I'd take a bit of a different direction for this week's instalment. Now, I would like to create a bit of a check list for not only myself but also to you all who may be reading. This is something that you can regularly come back to, check once a week, once a day or once a minute (might be slightly odd, but whatever floats your boat). This will be something where you can touch base with yourselves and with others to make sure you don't loosen your grip on the railroad tracks you might be travelling along, going whichever directions, to whatever destination. For myself, this will be something I will hopefully look at throughout the year, not something which is as regular as the simple 'goal' setting but as it says in the title a Check List. Anyways, I don't want to keep babbling but here it goes so let's tick away;


1. Me, myself and I; 

Alrighty, this little section is a shout out to me. Although, all of us and yes that includes all of those girls with the beautifully crafted complexion, the perfect lashes and contouring, have something that just doesn't quite sit right with us. "Flaws", "insecurities" whichever they are called are harmful to the beauty of our brain. Self caring is what I have heard helps out with these nasty little parasites of negative thoughts that bombard us. Which is why by the end of the year I hope to tick the following:


  • Go to your classes in your pjamas or a hoodie and baggy pants at least twice. 
  • Remind yourself at least twice a day that although crazy, You are incredibly unique. 
  • To let yourself know to not let people alter something that you are already beginning to construct beautifully, in particular your personality or your way of life.   
  • Drink tea and read more regularly. 
  • Be able to be truthful to those that come for advice. I.e. not just tell them what they want to hear.  
  • Watch that tv show you've been meaning to get around to for years. 
  • Do not let others damage the sanctuary of your mental state. As in, do not let others pile their problems onto to you because you actually listen and expect you to fix them as it my concave upon you and create an avalanche of unhealthy thinking. 
  • Buy at least two succulent plants. 
  • And the bottom line is that will it actually make a difference to anyone's life if all your conversations are of gossip and hatred? 
  • Write at least 4 hand written letters. 
  • Travel to at least one place outside of Sydney that you haven't been to before.
  • Be crazy, be creative, be beautiful and wonderful.


2. The 'Books':

I wish this title would be as literal as just reading as many books from a wide range of genres and time periods as possible but no. I am referring to this little institution that some people choose to attend, called university.


  • Aim for 5 more marks per assessment. 
  • Take time, with a cuppa, to sit and fully enjoy (well as much as you can) your readings. 
  • MOST IMPORTANT is to actually start researching and planning for essays 3 weeks in advance, which will squash the flu of stress and anxiety. 
  • Answer at least 2 questions in tutorials/seminars/discussions. 
  • Remind yourself that you are here because you choose to. You (or your parents) are paying and will pay quite alot of dollars to have your brain educationally glamour-fied for the 'real world', so live it up and aim for not simply a pass but to bridge into a credit and beyond. 
  • Drink more tea, because we probably need it. 


3. My buddy ol' pals:

To your chums, buddies, mates, companions, friends, BFFL's. This little section is to make sure that you surround yourself with the best kinds of people that will be positive, supportive and what I think is most important is to listen without judgement.


  • First of all, do you smile with all of your friends at least 95% of the time you are with them? 
  • Do you make each other laugh and have that warm little drizzle that sits inside your tummy (which is happiness)? 
  • Do they listen when you have problems and offer sound words of wisdom without (which is something I dislike immensely) turning the conversation around onto them? 
  • Do they bring out the best in you? 
  • If say you were lost on an island for 3 years, when you miraculously escape by swimming on top of a dolphin to the nearest sign of civilisation, would they still be searching and still be as close friends to you after so much time apart?
  • If yes to everything, then you my friend, have a fabulous group of individuals that encompass your life... keep them, but also allow others to maybe expand that circle too. 


4. The 'Potentials':  

Well, well, well, here is a bit of a different topic that I usually do not touch on. By 'potentials', reader what do you think I mean? Maybe you're thinking potential options for restaurants that I could visit this year, or potential television series that I could start watching, but indeed it is neither. By 'potentials' I mean in the old terms, eligible suitors or in new age thinking, future 'baes'. Now, I feel like although I am only 19 (turning 20), there is gradual wonder at why I have not found myself a rugged or not, hunk or not, Australian or not, man. I have asked myself this many times and the following, is a check list if you agree of why it is ok to wait.


  • You are not the most normal individual and have a very different sense of humour, peculiar interests and taste in music and film that just hasn't been matched completely yet. 
  • You have seen countless friends end up in terrible and potentially toxic relationships that have ended in up to a year recovery time for them.
  • From external sources you have been told that you have an habit of 'friend zoning' which I don't necessarily think is a bad thing because my mumma always told me you should be friends first before anything else. 
  • You just simply have not bumped into the right person in class, down the street, in a museum or perhaps in an aisle at coles trying to pick between the the gross but cheap or delicious but expensive brands of grapes. 
  • Anyways, never fear because we can create a club with myself, Jane Austen and Bridget Jones (until she got pregnant) and you into spinsterdom if nothing works out for us eventually. 
  • But no need to worry as I have thought, it'll happen when it happens, and all good things come to those who wait... remember the Tortoise and the Hare?
  • If in doubt please watch the British sitcom called Miranda starring Miranda for she is a goddess on all things in life and love.  


I hope you have enjoyed this check list, that ended up looking like some of my lecture notes from last year. If there are any thoughts please comment or throw me a message. Now, everyone wait please don't leave yet! You need to spare just another 5 minutes and watch this incredible video attached to the entry.



Alas, with thanks I will leave you all. Until next week...


Monday 6 February 2017

‘His and Time’s Ambiguity’





Time is crying, seconds are screaming
Hark, so Hark! For I wanted more than home,
‘animal’ and ‘Scum’ and ‘Savage’ these names
lying beneath the veil of ignorance.
War- Peace- but nothing happens to us,
An escape, from this I welcomed
it seemed Master Time provided, with word
perhaps I would be equal, equal with my fellow men.

 Australian men, this country defend
men of this country for there was none more then I!
As this ancient land was my kin, the wattle my home—
my escape from ‘Terra Nullius’ was noted in monochrome.
But rejection dominated my choice
the Eucalyptus and I share the same laws
laws that claim I am as the kangaroo
beneath them, below all, bound to ground level.
Will Time slay man’s petty laws to reign truth?

Slowly does Time move, but away I go
to fight- I had lied of my own culture
from our neighbour to the east they believe
I am Maori, my cousin Indian,
Indigenous was not of humanity for the Commonwealth,
yet on the battleship of ANZACS we are equal.

*                           *                          *

A sun’s course we are trained as a soldier,
1916, mud’s haven, I arrived.
 Time hands us a new testing challenge,
cultures away from a somewhat safety.
My choice was it fair and just for my kin? 

A course concludes, He has consumed many,
him and Time a pairing of compliments,
now I am a ‘mate’ to whom would be foes
as matchsticks we stand awaiting the spark…

The Serge’s pocket watch that beats and beats
until a shrill! From the whistle sends us
up-over. Excitement, fretfulness!
Death’s intent is colourless-
you duck! But move! My mate sees Time and Him
they dance beneath the darkness, within war
as moon’s smile disappears behind them.

Their performance reminds me of my home,
Time brings both sweet happiness and horror
but Death is brought by the oppressors,
hovering e’er patiently for their plans,
to force many of us into his realm.

                              *                          *                       *

But here He is no head master as such-
Time as his partner waits for the moment
to plunder the last breath of those who fall.
Their laughter floats with the tumult of men,
cackling, crackling concoction of chaos!

Their play began with a cry I heard a few long months ago,
a digger lying beneath the dancing-
slowly moving they bowed to greet him,
but no! Crawling I stopped their new handshake,
‘welcome not their hand’ I had told my mate.
‘but hold mine that won’t lead you amidst this’. 
‘Your hand is of filth, I’m glad for their hand,
I trust not those with palms of yours’…

Age had graced the men with lines of judgement
brothers of mud and fear we were to be,
but his lines voiced another relation.

But friends had been formed from natural foes,
many that have buried the memory.
As Him and Time have subserved my anguish,
they are still in servitude of my foes.

We are confused, in this time of unrest
this war halts progress, removes the revolt
all are in greater servitude of Time and Death.
They control our progress, nothing is ours.
They do not care for humanity's judgements,
parading above, with no thinking of men.   

Death’s actions to my mates and Time to our war
have given a gift of understanding,
the blood-our blood of men does bind diggers,
this war’s performance of morbid weaponry
brings mutual affection to us here.

Him and Time, as with my newly forged brothers,

are coloured blind and see no prejudice.




Picture credit: @koorikicksart