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Villers-Brettonneux♥

One day I'm going to go there, and I'm going to see this plaque, and I'm going to cry.
(For those of you that can't read French, it basically says: "To the Australian heroes who died in defence of Villers-Brettonneux 24-25th of April 1918, the residents are thankful.")

Lest We Forget.

Making History

You think about (or are forced to think about) all the stuff our parents and grandparents have witnessed in their life times; cars, planes, radio, phones, penicillin, T.V., computers, Internet, first man on the moon.

Technological advancements, medical innovations, the kind of stuff dreams were made of (albeit, no flying cars as of yet) and people we know, knew a time when these things didn't exist.

We've seen some pretty cool stuff too though, iPods, Facebook, Harry Potter. The advances are smaller, in our life time, I think, but they affect the world in more powerful ways because while the world is a large place, it really is a small world after all.

I'm sure we'll be seeing more leaps forward soon (flying cars have got to be in the works somewhere) and i'll be looking forward to adding to the "In My Lifetime I Witnessed..." list.

"Vapoury Goodness"

I don’t know how much I like this because it's an awesome phrase and just makes me laugh or because you said it.

Knowing me, it's probably the latter.

But maybe it's both.

Whichever is cool, I like you, there has to be some reasons why and I guess making up words/phrases is one of them.

You. Interest. Me.

I don't understand most of the stuff that comes out of your mouth but it intrigues me that you know this stuff whereas I have no concept of it whatsoever. It's fascinating. I suppose it highlights how different we are but I still find it intriguing.

You were slightly intoxicated, I should also add, when we had this Dandenong to Berwick station conversation, or at least that's what "and then I went to the pub" imparted to me and the fact you had issues zipping up your jacket. But I won't judge you.

I know I shouldn’t compromise my morals or make exceptions but I can't help it. Chances are it won't amount to anything anyway so no one will ever know. Except for my avid blog readers…but that's cool, as long as I don't have to discuss it and actually face up to the fact that I'm doing what I promised myself I'd never do.

May I also add, there's something freaky going on when I just happen to get onto the same carriage as you and the same train twice. I mean come on, what are the chances? But you've done it once and I've done it once and I'm starting to think one of us has got to be stalking the other and I swear (for once) it isn't me.

日本

It is strange the way we can adapt to different cultures. Never once would i have thought that after eating dinner, while sitting on the floor, i would fall asleep under the dinner table, that still had remnants of our meal and that had an inbuilt heater and warm blankets, while watching a japanese movie without subtitles. And before i went to Japan i would have laughed, but looking back at my photo that my host mother took it seemed like the most natural thing at the time. I keep that photo in my diary to remind me of how much i can change over just two weeks abroad. I want to be able to remember every single moment of that trip, no matter how novel they are. All i want to do is go back and do it all again. All you know and presume about the culture is forgotten once your there. It has inspired me to just want to travel the world. And not just in the holiday sense, but to actually spend time living within the culture. I don't want to just go to the tourist gift shop, i want to live as others do, see the world as they do. I think that if everyone did that, we would all be less prejudiced, and there would be more peace in the world. We don't need a treaty, or a genie to grant the wish of world peace. I really don't know how i got onto world peace, i think my mind is just full of a web of connections. All i did was open my diary.

Hello again, friend of a friend i knew you when....

There is a few things i want to talk about today. I think it's mostly likely because i spend so much time on and waiting for public transport that i have a lot of time to think.
The inspiration of this story itself comes from just sitting on the bus today. I saw this guy on the bus who i recognised, but i couldn't remember where i knew him from. Its one of those things where you end up just staring at them like some stalker and then awkwardly look away when they catch you staring. Its even worse though when you can't see their face and you only get a quick glimpse at them and your trying not to make it obvious that you are trying get a look at them, but you are really itching to have a peak and figure out the puzzle. I ended up figuring out who this guy was (well who i thought he was anyway). And it was the guy from beauty and the geek who wore those Hawaiian shirts all the time. This guy wasn't wearing a hawaiian shirt or anything so i'm not sure if i was correct. But thats not where i was headed with this post. After a lot of time spend pondering about this sort of thing i ended up thinking about those awkward moments when you see someone on the train that you used to know but never really liked, or those friends of friends that you are unsure if they could remember you or not. And you don't know if you should say hello or not. And then if you do, you find yourself thinking ''umm... so what uni are you at'' while meanwhile trying to think of an excuse to depart without being rude, because all you really want to do is go sit by yourself and listen to that song on your i pod. And then it gets even more uncomfortable when their friend turns up and you're stuck trying to excuse yourself without it seeming like you're being shy or whatever. ....
And another observation today on the train was when the train stopped at a station and i looked down at a little boy, who must have been in prep, and who was crouch on the footpath and using a rock like it was chalk to draw all over the pavement. and you could look at it in two ways. One, this kid could be the next Picasso (highly unlikely looking at the skill he displayed). Or two, first chalk drawing, next he will be drawing all over school desks and carving his initials into it, and before you know it he will be graffitiing the very train i'm on now. I think the outcome of my pondering here was that we are so full of certainties of who and what we want to be, or at least we are all preoccupied in trying to figure it out, and so we see children as innocent because they have no clue, and they don't care about who they will be someday. They just absorb themselves in their curiosities. In a way i wish i was like that again. No one expects anything of you. You don't feel obliged to talk to anyone on the train that you don't want to, and you don't feel guilty for staring at people on the train. Its a freedom that i think we loose as we age and we can never regain. Oh such is life...

Sharing is Caring

So I've decided to just get over my apprehension of following the amazing thing Han wrote and jump on the band wagon to blog about a blog.

http://blankcanvasmind.blogspot.com/

The above link is my friend's blog.
He is awesome (just don't tell him I actually said that, 'cause i'll never hear the end of it).

I havent seen him or spoken to him as much as I would have liked since school finished but I came across his blog 15 minutes ago (I always knew he had one I just never knew the URL/couldn't be bothered looking).

At first glance it's kinda dank and depressing and verging on emo...I mean it's black like ALL black and don't get me wrong i LOVE black but it is admittedly a dark, scary and relatively depressing colour. But, don't judge a book by it's cover, or a blog by it's theme.

It's so him, his blog. Maybe it's just me, but I can almost hear him talking in my head, reading his stream of consciousness blog-blurts out loud to me as if I was sitting beside him.
It may be kind of weird or creepy (two things I'm more than well acquainted with at this point in my life) but I felt closer to him reading it.

I have now passed the flame in this little circle of promoting another's blog and I managed to blog about it too.  Yay me.