Saturday, 17 May 2014

vagabond soul dancer

I love how that (phrase? clause? idk) sounds. It's from Robert Dessaix's (oh god, everything from him is designed to challenge my literacy skills - can we even put apostrophes after x?) novel Night Letters which just so happens to be our new novel in English Extension, and I'm actually really liking it. A lot of it is pretentious, but that completely escaped me until it was the focus in class the other day, bc I usually like the pretentious texts which assume you get all the inter textual references they make every other page. 
Just got back from our weekly grocery shopping trip and my feet hurt like fuck. I thought it would be a good idea to wear heels today. God I am so impractical sometimes. But the lower half of me is so cute today. 
Nearly cried in the car on the way back, when my mum was talking about her early days as an international student, and all the things they did to save money bc to get out of china one needed to take out a considerably large loan at the time (communist china sucked. Everyone was poor) and it was meant to be funny and these other old Asians (I have no idea who they are, I just know they have a son here, and a granddaughter who is half Chinese and half Korean and tag along with us every Saturday sigh) laughed along and so did my mum but I was trying my hardest to not burst into tears bc it makes me feel like an ungrateful and spoilt little brat. I owe so much to my parents, and it's something I can't (won't) forget. Especially when I complain about not having a life bc of school and wanting to ditch an ordinary life in favour of something exciting. Life out of a suitcase. 

Everything makes me want to cry nowadays though. I don't understand myself. I've changed a lot. I barely even remember how I used to be. I used to be really conscious of how i act or what I say, and I made an effort to be less antisocial and be all peppy and not scared of people which I am glad I did because now I'm pretty damn good at small talk with like old people or strangers when the need arises, but I literally just say whatever shit comes to mind now around people I know and it ends up more awkward than small talk lol. They are probably thinking "fuck what the hell happened to her over the years". 
But I'm having all sorts of thoughts I never had before. Sometimes I'll hate how I look. Sometimes I'll hate who I am. I guess it's just because I feel the time for deciding who I am, goals or whatever, is coming to an end and i should be the girl I want to be by now. 







Long overdue camp photos. Last three aren't taken by me. Was a really good time, for many reasons 


Coffee is ridiculously photogenic. It's become a routine for me and my sister to visit this cafe on Sunday afternoons. 

Lol

Friday trips to Towers 

School drags the life out of me


Goals

Sister

Told you it was cute 

Want both of them omg

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