today i met a canadian girl who has come to australia to be with her australian boyfriend.
she hasn't been to uni yet but she really wants to, but she can't afford to study here and her boyfriend can't get a job in canada.
she wants to travel with her friends in asia.
she loves her boyfriend but she misses having her own friends and life.
she doesn't want to make a decision, so she isn't going to yet.
Wednesday 22 February 2012
Tuesday 21 February 2012
farms.
if there is anything that i have learned in the past 6 weeks of farm labour, it is:
farm labour is shit.
farm labour is shit.
Wednesday 15 February 2012
Monday 13 February 2012
the beach.
i think i first watched this movie when i was about 12, for the sole reason that my sister was a ridiculous leo fan (i was more of a will smith lady at that point, though this has not really changed). the only thing i remember liking was the music, i didn't really get the story, other than the fact that leo was a bit of alright.
anyway, i recently picked up the novel at my library and gave it a shot, and watched the movie not long after i finished it. it made me so angry that a book can be shat all over to such an extent as this one.
the story follows a young british backpacker, richard, as he, like so many of us, searches for new and genuine experiences whilst travelling. as a result, he ends up living as part of a small self sufficient community on an isolated tropical island in thailand. though the majority of the narrative is consumed with richard's daily chores and experiences, it is still an absorbing story. the encapsulating and more shocking parts of the story don't occur until quite far towards the end, but by this point i was already hooked.
garland builds a wonderfully potent description of the island; of the atmosphere, the relationships, the location. its inhabitants have come to lead such a secluded existence, and the reader is invited into this notion so tactfully, that it is only very occasionally that one remembers that the island is still a part of this world, and not a stand alone fantasy. richard's unusual eccentricity and playfulness also helps to build this invisible 'bridge' between the two perspectives.
the gradual culmination of desperation to maintain the islands isolation leads to a violent and bloody finale, where the reader is snapped out of their trance.
the story was somewhat 'orwellian' in its political message; to me, anyway. that a collection of such a multi-cultural and left wing individuals could commit such violence and betrayal, all in the name of maintaining a way of life, whilst still believing that their actions are justified, just because they are carried out in the name of community.
the film, on the other hand, skips ignorantly through the islanders chores, skims carelessly over vital relationships, opting to doodle lazy crayola new relationships instead and ignore's richard's integral playful disposition. the result; the viewer sits happily through some beautiful cinematography for an hour, before being plunged into a sudden and confusing state of panic as the nature of the island switches with no good reason.
makes me want to be a director. grrr.
anyway, i recently picked up the novel at my library and gave it a shot, and watched the movie not long after i finished it. it made me so angry that a book can be shat all over to such an extent as this one.
the story follows a young british backpacker, richard, as he, like so many of us, searches for new and genuine experiences whilst travelling. as a result, he ends up living as part of a small self sufficient community on an isolated tropical island in thailand. though the majority of the narrative is consumed with richard's daily chores and experiences, it is still an absorbing story. the encapsulating and more shocking parts of the story don't occur until quite far towards the end, but by this point i was already hooked.
garland builds a wonderfully potent description of the island; of the atmosphere, the relationships, the location. its inhabitants have come to lead such a secluded existence, and the reader is invited into this notion so tactfully, that it is only very occasionally that one remembers that the island is still a part of this world, and not a stand alone fantasy. richard's unusual eccentricity and playfulness also helps to build this invisible 'bridge' between the two perspectives.
the gradual culmination of desperation to maintain the islands isolation leads to a violent and bloody finale, where the reader is snapped out of their trance.
the story was somewhat 'orwellian' in its political message; to me, anyway. that a collection of such a multi-cultural and left wing individuals could commit such violence and betrayal, all in the name of maintaining a way of life, whilst still believing that their actions are justified, just because they are carried out in the name of community.
the film, on the other hand, skips ignorantly through the islanders chores, skims carelessly over vital relationships, opting to doodle lazy crayola new relationships instead and ignore's richard's integral playful disposition. the result; the viewer sits happily through some beautiful cinematography for an hour, before being plunged into a sudden and confusing state of panic as the nature of the island switches with no good reason.
makes me want to be a director. grrr.
Friday 10 February 2012
spaces.
we have been apart before, but this feels different, further. even though i am in the same country as him now, i still feel further away than i did when i was in a different hemisphere.
i have built my own life in this little town, far away from the city we live in. i have friends, a job, a schedule, shared experiences. i settled in faster and easier here than i did when i was living with him.
it's very hard not to try and plan and predict what could happen. it's only very occasionally that i let myself just be with what is here and now.
i have built my own life in this little town, far away from the city we live in. i have friends, a job, a schedule, shared experiences. i settled in faster and easier here than i did when i was living with him.
it's very hard not to try and plan and predict what could happen. it's only very occasionally that i let myself just be with what is here and now.
Sunday 5 February 2012
ldr.
We flow and merge like fluid; We can inhabit just one space, one body, one mind, where words are unnecessary to communicate the intimacy, the connection, the undeniable wholeness that We occupy.
that ‘space’ between Us is merely physics, a force unrecognisable in the luminescence of the energy We effortlessly generate.
the weight of each other’s hearts presses in on the distances between us. We feed on the strength and consistency of each other’s longing and loving and We know We will be together again.
equilibrium, where no forces oppose Our state, is met in each other’s arms.
life is not a collection of metabolic processes, but the collection of the numbers and ways Our hearts respond to each other. responses when they beat against each other or when they call out to each other across the time and space that may fall between Our bodies (but never Our minds).
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