Je veux aller maintenant s'il vous plait. France, maintenant. Merci. Au revoir.

Je ne peux pas aller en France. J'espere que j'irai la pour un echange. Mais actuellement il a l'air que j'irai au lieu de Adelaide. Ce n'est pas mal. Mais, different.

J'adorais aller en France. Les rues, les jardins (et la pelouse qui on n'en peut pas marcher) et les gens. La culture et la langue. Mais le nourriture, c'est a dire le nourriture est delicieux.

Oh la la. Je veux aller beaucoup! S'il vous plait mon dieu. On l'y fait!

Sunshower.

Pretty in its own wee way...though my washing didn't think so.

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday Bro! Remember its not the years in your life but the life in your years. Yup, i used a cliche.

Have a good one for me, I wish I could be there to celebrate it with you. Soon though, June. We'll party.

Love you always,

Your annoying wee blister.

Getaway

Make an escape.
Be spontaneous.
Surfers paradise anyone??

The world is to see.

So once again it seems i may be gearing up to travel. So exciting. I love travel. Especially to places that i have not yet seen. The power of the unknown has an almighty pull. I've never been to Adelaide. To be honest, i'm not even sure what's there (though i'm sure those haters will add "ahhh, nothing?") But i can't wait. It may even be my future town, so why not explore prematurely. Why not.

I'm pretty blessed to be going I must add. I'm not an unknowing being that fails to realise the majorty of the population have not set foot on a plane. I'm aware. I've been quite a few places in this world, not as many as some, more so than others and every time I think I really appreciate it. The fact that it won't be taking a massive dip into my savings is another plus, not everyone can afford to do all this travel. Its work 9 till 5. Money for food. Weekend, spend too much. Work 9 till 5. But I think from a young age I had instilled in me the power of saving, the power of dreaming and the power of determination to fulfil these dreams.

I just can't wait to add more images to my memory, to discover unseen before (by me) locations, architecture, buildings, trees! Its all so exciting. And quite soon. Something to look forward to after exams. Well, not that I have any.

I hope Adelaide likes me.

My life, it seems..

So Uni is back. 3rd day and i'm stressed. Is this a joke? Is there someone up there watching down on me having a right old giggle? Cos, seriously, its not funny. And its only going to get worse. So yeah, i don't mind studying too much. Its not my favourite thing. But not my least either.

Though on the brighter side, whoever is up there seems to have a bit of a conscience after all. Got told i'm going to Adelaide. Might even get to scope out me 'future' Uni. Perhaps.

Some excitement beckons amongst the ruck.

Fun.

weheartit.com

the best.

Individuality.

I wish could explain the importance of individuality. But it's just too hard. So many people seem to get caught up in the world of conformity, think that looking like others is the key to success, the key to happiness. I wish Christchurch was more individual. Too many people look the same, dress the same. And there is no real channel for expression. Fashion is the main avenue which people seem to express themselves though by looking around, you would never guess. I wish I could explain that not everyone is the same, nor is everyone supposed to be. Show who you are, express yourself in a way different to those around you. Its so easy to get caught up by what the person next to you is doing, but admiration comes from others for people who are themselves. Its hard to find the confidence to pursue who you want to be, but follow that, push yourself to be yourself. It brings rewards. Look at Lady Gaga.

You've got to be joking....

Its easy for some, I think as I sit here. Fingers locked into position around my steaming tea cup. Hood over my head to trap whatever warmth my body can muster. Scarf tightly fitted around my neck, suffocating me, but in the hope of heat. Outside looks uninviting. I think our flat could win a record for unbelievable lack of insulation. And its only the start of winter, meaning, technically, the walls should still be holding the heat from the last days that summer could push through. Cos its autumn now, and sure its pretty, golden leaves falling through the sky, taking their time to reach the bottom. Placing themselves among the others with an effect that ressembles a bed, inviting in those that dare to look. But i don't have the energy to even look at that, I'm cold.

The burden of potential.

It was my brother's graduation yesterday and an undoubtedly large ceremony which sparked a fire within me. Some questions arose, questions which I couldn't answer, but could simply wonder. I was proud of him. Decked out in his regalia, purple colours flasing brightly of his back, shining on the eyes of others. Igniting the green eyed monster in some, regret in others, but admiration in all. Its such an acheivement, especially this purple, I think. My Dad has the same. Purple. Hopefully, I will receive pink. But to me, its not the same. These colours may separate the degrees but they allow the degree's to sit alongside each other to some extent. And is that fair? Comparing endless hours of difficult study to someone that parties their way through, barely dragging their marks accross the line? I don't know, but something which I don't have an answer for says 'no'. I can't even explain it.

Graduation from University is an acheivement. But to different extents. Engineering takes long hours, large levels of focus, never ending brain capacity, diligence and lets not forget, an IQ of no less than 200. I'll be proud if I achieve the feat, but I think I'm more proud seeing those bright purple drapes flash accross the stage on someone else's back, than I will be when I carry the light pink on mine.

Well they certainly took their time....

I never really noticed that I longed to do so many things. Like make a collage, go op shopping, even tidy my room. Goodness. But when your days turn into one merged endless study break and the way out seems to evaporate from your vision, its strange what you forget. But the holidays turn up and boy, its nice. Did the world just get brighter? I like Uni. Don't get me wrong, but its a suffocating wee world filled with computers, books and lecturers. Deadlines, study groups and late nights. And when the break comes, its deserved. For most. Except that kid that pretends to study but is really playing World of Warfare. The girl that has a Cosmo tucked inside her Law book. The boy who is not pretending anything but is simply dozzing his head off in the bean bag chair. But the work pays off if you put in the effort. Well, so im told.

Happiness.

I think I could possibly be the luckiest girl. Just a suggestion. But really, its the thought that counts. And when that thought includes chocolate, wow, score. I got the biggest easter basket full to the brim with tasteful deliciousness that I will engulf. From my brother. Not only did the presentation take me to another whole world completely, a world where I solely existed, somewhat like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, minus the oompa loompa's and well, Charlie. But it was that kinda of evangelical escape. Confused with choice by my sudden overloading of calories, I couldn't believe it. My luck? No, its not luck. Its past luck, its outdone it. I have the best brother. Shame about his sister huh?