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I am not a car person. No one who knows me would ever describe me as a “car person”.

When I got my first car and my friends asked me what it was I said “red”. Which it was, it’s red. Rosie is red. That’s kind of all that mattered to me. I do now know that i have a 2003 model Ford Focus and have improved, I can name the manufacturer of most cars but I am still not what you would call a "car person". 

However, I now find myself with an irrational desire for a turquoise Mazda 2. I just want one so bad. There’s nothing wrong with Rosie (my car), I’ve had her 18 months and she’s great. I just want a Mazda 2 in that turquoise I see every time I drive home from Monash.

Another thing, I am irrevocably in love with is Dean Winchester’s 1967 Chevy Impala from Supernatural. I am so not a car person but that thing sounds amazing. It’s gorgeous and not just because of the guy who drives it (though he’s freaking gorgeous too). But that car…god that car is epic, the way it sounds...I have never heard anything sound so awesome (outside of a Fast and Furious movie anyway). It's pure American muscle car and I love it. 

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When i was younger i enjoyed sport. It was one of my favourite subjects in primary school.
But i never really found a sport that i loved enough to stick to.
The closest thing was cycling and HPV in primary school. I was good enough, and enjoyed it, but then primary school was over, and high school began, and the only thing that being a great all rounder did for me was let me pass sport.
I think the main reason was that i never joined and clubs when i was younger. Many people i know that play sport for clubs have been playing since they were in primary school. I once tried playing soccer in year nine. My friend and i went along to the training sessions between seasons, but we gave up quite quickly. We weren't very good and we didn't know anyone there. About a year or so later another friend and i decided to try cycling. Her whole family (apart from her) loved cycling and were down at the local track every saturday morning training with a whole heap of other enthusiasts. My dad also loves cycling so he agreed to take me along. We lasted a little longer at this attempt at immersing ourselves in a sport, but once again failed. Theres something about riding around in circles that eventually bores you, and having experience riders constantly whiz past you at 100 miles an hour, and to have your family included in those packs of scary riders that kind of shoots your confidence.
So i resided to the fact that sport wasn't my thing anymore. Everyone had found their niche and it was too late for me. I had tried almost everything, i had a small fling with volleyball and cross country. i can swim ok, but have never had swimming lessons, so that was out. Basketball and netball annoyed me, i hated the no contact rules, and i couldn't bounce a ball to save myself. I never wanted to dance, netball always seemed to girly and i never understood the skirts. football was for the boys, the only fun thing about cricket was batting, lawn bowls was in a whole new league of boring.
The main thing was that everyone was stuck in their ways, and i had no friends prepared to start a volleyball team, and i didn't fancy joining a random martial arts club and being placed with all the seven year olds in the beginners class. It was no big deal. I hardly noticed as i moved more into the arts. Into visual arts and my piano i went, and i was happy in my extra curricular life.
But then, out of the blue, only a month ago, i found badminton. I was stuck at Uni for one hour and there it was. Social badminton. No competitions, just a bunch of nets, only six dollars a session with racket hire for free. I was excited, and i managed to get a bunch of friends at uni to go to one session with me. And now we go every thursday and have a blast. And i'm actually improving too. So just when i thought i knew who i was, along comes something new and challenges that image of myself.
Now i am finding myself traveling to uni, even if i don't have a class, to play badminton for three hours.

Another Thing Missed.

Food For Thought.

BHC♥

Share A Laugh

I love how laughter is the same right across the board. 

That is the universal language, not English. 

No matter what race, nationality, ethnicity, colour, religion, gender we identify with, when we laugh we all sound the same. 

Reminders of Some Not So Good Stuff

I always forget how deeply  seated racism still is in other countries, America for example. Or maybe it's just such a contrast to my own community, but I don’t think Australia is the country of multiculturalism for nothing.

It is just such an issue and every time it comes up, in TV, books, movies (and I'm talking modern stuff, not stuff from the 60s) it just baffles me. I don't understand. There's no difference between black and white or whatever and I just cannot comprehend how someone could prosecute a whole race of people just because. I mean, I know why I've studied it but still it's like my brain can't reconcile what I'm reading in history books with any form of logical reasoning.

 "Because they were different."

So? You're a boy, I'm a girl, we're different (okay, in hindsight probably not the best analogy) but the point is everyone is different, unique if you will, regardless of any of this other crap.

No one's better than any one else so we should all just be friends already, 'kay?

You say you want a revolution.

Even as a member of gen Y i am not sure how i feel about this technological revolution we are in. Things are moving a such a pace that at the age of 19 i am already finding myself missing the 'old days.' I miss cassette tapes and the times of the walkman. Going to the library to find information for assignments rather than just googling it.
I find it hard to comprehend what changes my grandparents have been through. I know we all laugh about how many of them can't use computers and work phones or stereos without buttons or dials. My grandfather once asked me what the difference was between a laptop and facebook. But knowing where they have come from, i understand how they feel somewhat alienated by computers and the internet these days. My grandmother was helping my cousin with an assignment recently, by answering questions about her trip out to australia. She spoke about her childhood and they world she cast with her words was far from what i know it to be today.
She lived in a small house in belgium in the countryside. At a young age her father died of phenomena and her baby sister died around the same time when she was about six. It was around the time of the war and medicinal supplies were very depleted, not to mention the lack of the medicinal advancements we take for credit today. During the war they had Germans in the town and my grandmother spoke about how a few people in the town went missing over time. They had a little safe house her mother made in the backyard that they once had to use. She remembers he sound of bombs being dropped in the distance. Maybe her prayers were heard because only three houses in her village were destroyed and the occupants weren't home at the time. Her family were poor, as her mother was widowed, and were lucky to have help from friends and neighbours. But my grandmother wasn't able to go to high school, because her family couldn't afford it. This is one of the things that saddens me the most for she speaks about how she was one of the top pupils in her class. So that was the end of her school education and she went to work. I have mentioned here many of the sad things about her life, but she also spoke fondly of other memories. The first television in her village was where she worked, and she learned a little french because that was what was broadcasted. She told us of how she hated goat cheese and milk because her family owned a goat and her mother would make most foods from the milk it produced.
So for people who we may consider sometimes as old fashioned,  boring, and clueless, our grandparents are some of the wisest we know. Just because they won't use a computer doesn't mean they couldn't if they tried. Hell, we children of the nineties maybe able to use one, but how many of us would be capable of understanding how it works?
Its not just technology that has changed since the early twentieth century, but society. What would your grandparents say if they knew you were having sex, not only before you were married, but before you were legally counted an adult? They wouldn't be able to know because they don't have facebook right? Less than a hundred years down the track and you are now considered a minority if your over twenty and are still a virgin in some countries. What more when even the media depicts it as normal, when for the last two thousand years sex before marriage was considered a sin, an abomination, unacceptable in the same countries. Religion has been constantly tested over time, but it has lasted until now. It's probably wise to say that science was the straw that broke the camels back. Now that we have a theory of evolution, we doubt the words of the bible, and the ancient stories passed down over the years. We are given the freedom to choose what to believe and now the world is full of agnostics that choose to believe what allows them to live their life in happiness.
So is the loss of such dominating religions in society bad? or is it ok as long as we keep that morals and values that will lead to a positive future. How do we keep these values without the aid of religion we've had all this time?
These are questions that i think about regularly because in this revolution we can't see where things are going, whether its for better or for worse. I am only writing from my perspective, and those of others may be completely different to my own. Those others may be over the other side of the world or just my neighbours. I love science, i believe in evolution, i love the beauty of religion, but i feel disappointed that there have been so many wars over it because people have forgotten the main reason behind religion, which is love. i don't know if there is a higher power, for science answers no, but yet it can't answer every question. my school Chaplin had a degree in biology, and he raised a point that i have often thought about many times, why can't both exist?
I don't know how this blog ended up on the topic of religion, for after all it was my least favourite subject at school, including maths.
All i can really do in life is my best, appreciate things that i may not love, such as school, for i know that i am able to go places my grandmother couldn't, and live in a diverse world of mixed cultures and advancement of technology. Hopefully one day i can say i have made the correct choices.

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We joke about other people being club-whores but i'm pretty much up there...5 clubs in 10 years...but 2 of those don't really count 'cause they were concurrent but I have never been happier than where I am now. 

I wish I had a photo so I could show you how much fun we have. But, I wonder if even a camera could catch our Kodak moments.

We amble up the court at our own pace (provided it’s fast enough to get over half court in our however many seconds) chatting away with each other like we’re meeting up for a coffee date not playing a sport.

“You awake yet, Bridge?” I tease as I jog past her.

She just groans in reply but keeps the ball safe before passing it along to Paigey for a nice shot and we’re heading back up the other end again, less than a minute gone on the clock.

Sometimes it’s just as easy as that.

The ball goes over my head but I saw Ames out of the corner of my eye. “Yours,” I tell her 2 seconds after she’s already caught it.

She grins at me before she darts past one of our opponents and lays it up like it’s nothing, which it kind of is for her.

“I don’t want to go get it,” I whine when Bridgette urges me up the caught to pass it in.

“It’s your turn!” she calls down to me, refusing to come any closer than halfway.

A rebound, a long pass and for us, the work is done.

“Go ‘Cin! All the way!” we call from halfway down the court, too lazy, and too wise, to follow her. She’ll get it in, uncontested or otherwise, why waste the energy? On the rare occurrences that it doesn’t pass through the net we make our way up there as she heads to the line or she gets her own rebound anyway.

Bouncing off 3 sets of hands before sailing out of court and everyone blames each other, laughter clear in our voices.

The ball rolling through legs and tripping people up equals more laugher and a hand up.

Missed shot after shot after shot from under the basket results in cheers from down court when it finally goes in, amidst joking cries to “never pass it to Tash again.”

Watching Kailah go to work is amazing. It’s almost like she flicks a switch and she’s layed it up before you can blink. She moves so fast and so effortlessly, I’m glad I’m finally on her team.

We’re pretty much all 18 now, that means licenses and cars and no more parents at games.

“It’s your turn to score Jason!” we tell him, forcing him begrudgingly into a job he’s never had to do before.

There are no positions here, everyone does everything, circa 10 years of experience and a lack of any real competition allows that.

I think it pisses other people off that we’re so whatever about it. But, God, we’ve been doing this for 10 years; we have other more important things in our lives…this is just for fun. And it is so much fun. Weekly laughter therapy.

1 player down the whole game and 3 out or 4 of us not-so-fresh from 2 hours of training in the lead up to finals but still a 20 pt win…it’s days like that I love playing, even after all these years. Other times the 6 hours or so every Sunday I spend at basketball/driving to and from basketball is a gigantic pain in my ass.

I love these girls and I am so thankful for this sport that brought us together all those years ago because I know my life would not be as bright and enjoyable if not for having them in it. 

A friend of a...well, me. A friend of me. My Friend.

I have this friend right, and he is perfect. I’m talking in every meaning of the word, the epitome of, look in the dictionary and you’ll find his name etc etc. He is generous, he’s friendly, he’s funny, I swear he’s some kind of super genius, he’s polite (in a day and age when chivalry is near dead or at least too focused on its walking frame to open doors) and, to top it all of, he’s kind of cute too.

He is such a beautiful person that I can’t believe some girl hasn’t snapped him up already. Or maybe he doesn’t want that and maybe that’s why. I don’t know and I’m not going to ask, that’s his prerogative, his life, his choice. All I wanted to do was draw attention to the fact that he is an amazing person and he deserves recognition outside of quiet conversations amongst our group.

I don’t want to give you the wrong idea or anything, I’m not secretly crushing on this kid and revealing it near anonymously in the illusion-of-privacy that is my blog. I’m just saying…he’s a good egg; he’s an awesome egg. He’s like egg cubed.

But anyway, I’m just going to chill here with my quiet admiration of the most beautiful person I have ever met.

C’est tout.

so i just missed my bus because i never factor in the time it takes to get from here to the bus stop. so i have just decided to write a post. I don't really know where this is going to go so if you are looking for something other than ramblings of a uni student whose life is ruled by the bus and train timetables, you might want to stop reading here. If your somehow interested in hearing about my life well i feel sorry for you because the only thing really new in my life is that my dog is really sick, we think she has lupus, and she has to take steroids, so she is going to get fat.... Ok so maybe i can make this post slightly more interesting.....
So recently i have been applying for jobs, because otherwise i will be spending my whole extra long summer break sitting on my ass doing nothing. Which is kinda ironic because recently that is all i have been doing while applying for jobs through the internet. Within the past week and a half i have been called for two interviews. The first i was fairly sure i wouldn't get the job because i was planning to be away one of the weeks they needed me. But i went to the interview anyway, figuring it wouldn't hurt to at least see how a group interview is run. And as i expected they said they weren't allowed to hire me because of the contract etc. But what i wasn't expecting was for them to like me. I have had no retail experience at all, i was the youngest there, and i felt underdressed. But they told me to come into the store after the christmas period when they start hiring again and apply then. It surprised me that by researching basic facts about the company and being able to talk about by thoughts and ideas confidently i was able to impress them. The funny thing was was that i left feeling great about myself, even though i knew i had no chance of being employed.
So then the second call came for another interview. I had a feeling that i was a last minute fill in because they called me the day before. And in the end my mother convinced me not to go to the interview. I think it is because she just has a prejudice against chadstone for some unknown reason. But I allowed myself to be convinced. I'm not sure if it was a good idea since im an inexperienced uni student jus tlooking for a job, and this one was one that paid great. But in the end i just couldn't let myself become one of those annoying telephone interviewers. I just hate talking to people on the phone that i don't know. I'd hate to be stuck in an office calling people for a living.
Well my bus is going to be here soon so i'll have to sign off here.

A Crisis of Faith/A Rude Awakening

I think I'm having a crisis of faith, only I'm not too sure I can actually call it that. 

I don't follow any religion so it's not that kind of faith. It's the having faith in myself that's starting to falter. 

All my hopes and dreams are coming crashing down as I realise that I'm NOT as intelligent as I always thought, I can't just breeze through uni, getting into law is not going to be easy, I'm not really that good at French after all and I'm not as talented in languages as I always thought I was. 

I don't know how to get motivated to do any work (or maybe I've forgotten) so now I'm stuck in a kind of limbo between where I was and where I want to be.

 
Another thing that's thrown me off, I'm not actually a freakily amazing writer (the one thing above all others I really wanted). I'm good, that much is true, but chances are I won't get published one day, regardless of the fact that I can in actual fact write better than some of the published authors out there. And this, i wanted this more than anything else...but now I dont realistically think i ever will. 
Without law, without French, without my writing I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to do with my life and that scares me. 
Uni sure has been a rude awakening, that's one thing they didn't tell you about it high school.