Sunday, 18 December 2011

10. The detective saw his opportunity. He grabbed the waitresses arm and said...

"Don't go outside until your shift is finished. Your life is in danger." She looked confused, but agreed to his request. He let go of her arm and walked through the kitchens and out the door that the staff would use to have a smoke. He looked left and right, before reaching into his jacket to pull out his .38 colt.  He held the gun low, pointed towards the ground so as not to alarm a passerby that may not notice it in the dark. He knew the offender must have been stalking the women from the abandoned warehouse across the street. He walked over to the derelict building and pushed open a rusted door. It opened with a loud groan and he cursed that he'd not thought it might have done that.

Dan was greeted by an immediate staircase, taking him to a second level of the factory. He climbed the staircase slowly, his gun out in front of him now. From the mesh balcony he stood on now, he could see almost all of the first floor of the factory, save for the small office in the back corner. He was unsure as to were the suspect could be. The abandoned building was huge. He skulked along the railing, keeping his back to the external wall so not to be ambushed from behind. He winced each time he would kick a nail or screw from where it had been precariously perched, before he sent it falling to the cement ground below, where a quiet ring would emanate throughout the vaste expanse of warehouse. He tread more lightly from then on, keeping more aware of his movements. It was then that he heard it, a small ring from the opposite side of the warehouse, indicating that the unsub had made the same mistake he had just moments before. He cast his eyes across the eery gloom but it was too dark for him to see into the shadows of the far side of the warehouse. He hoped that his was also the case for the stranger.

The only way for Dan to cross the expanse without being seen would be to creep his way across the wall to the left side of the building, then use that shadow to creep across, avoiding where the glow of the moon lit up the middle expanse of the shed.

Yeah so I got bored with this one, I guess that crime writing is not for me! I suppose I may come back later and play with it :p Do all things beautifully JP xx

9. Silvery flakes drifted down, glittering in the bright light of the harvest moon. The blackbird...

hopped across the top of the fence. Stopping to bob on each post as he made his way across the partition. From across the yard, a small boy watched from his foggy window. His small round face flushed pink and full of inquisitive wonder as he followed the small bird on his path. How he longed to go outside, to play in the snow with the other kids from town. All he could ever to was watch. He turned his attention back to the dimly lit room that was his prison. The room was dank and musty, and he resented being locked in here. He climbed back on his bed, the chains scraping against the harsh metal frame as he pulled his legs up behind him. He curled up on his bed, awaiting the return of the man he hated and loved. He seemed like a nice man, bringing him food, buying him clothes and toys. But he didn't understand why he had to chain him up to the bed. He wasn't going to run away. He might have at first, tried to find his mummy again, but he didn't want to now. He couldn't remember how long he'd been kept here, in the dark room, but he hardly remembered his mum anymore. Her kind face was no longer clearly visible in his memory, and he had lots of fun toys here.

He heard a loud clunk,  and sat on the edge of his bed as he anticipated the arrival of his captor. The young man swung open the door before entering the small room. He had with him a plate, which held a sandwich - peanut butter and jam by the looks - and made his way over to the bed.
"Are you hungry?" he asked kindly.
"Yes," the boy said simply. The man handed him the plate and the boy murmured his thanks, before shooting a small smile up at the kind man. When he had finished, he handed the plate back to the man.
"Can I go outside today?" he started, hurrying once he began so that he might get it all out, "Just for a moment, I'd like to play in the snow, we don't even have to leave the backyard!" he said.
"Alex, you know you can't go outside. The world is dangerous, there are too many people that want to hurt you," he said, his kind blue eyes bearing down on the small boy, his face stern, but not unkind. He seemed genuinely concerned for his welfare.
"You know I can't let them hurt you," he said, "but I tell you what, I'll see what I can do about that snow." he smiled, before standing and exiting the room. He grinned at Alex as he pulled the door closed behind him.

Alex returned to the windowsill, suprised at finding the blackbird still bobbing along the garden fence. He decided that he'd call him Billy, he thought that Billy Blackbird was a good name. Alex lost track of how long he sat at his window and watched the small bird flit around the yard. The sky outside grew dark and he took one last look at the merry little bird before he slid from his bed and went to relieve himself in the small adjacent bathroom. Alex looked out at the black night and sighed, he liked the kind man, but still missed what he remembered of his mummy.

Yeah so I'm pretty sick and twisted huh? A beautiful prompt like that and I turn it into a man holding a kid hostage... decide upon your own reasons for his captive state.

Do all things beautifully :) JP xx

7. Write a poem about a first romantic (dare I say: sexual) experience or encounter.

Well I tried to write a poem for this prompt, I really did, but it just didn't end up working so I've broken the rules (let's face it, writing is all about breaking rules anyway right?) and I've written a short story, a short short story about a personal experience that I'm not making up, in that aspect at least I'm staying true to the prompt. Read on if you dare...

It's a cold night. The car is still warm from the ignition as I climb in and lay back against the passenger seat. He doesn't turn on his car, I'm not here to go someplace with him. I'm simply here to be with him. It's quiet at first. Neither of us wanting to speak, for fear of sounding foolish. Eventually conversation starts to flow between us. Small talk really, how was your day, what'd you get up to and the like. I pull my legs up under me and turn to face him. I smile when I look him in the eyes, his eyes are mostly hidden in the dark, but I can still see the gleam of excitement and I know his heart must be racing too. We stay like that for a little while longer, discussing events of the day. Eventually conversation returns to our families and our situation. This stolen moment, in a car atop a hill, overlooking the small town we call home, is the only time we truly have to ourselves.

Nervously, his hand shifts across the console of the dusty ute, and takes mine. I'm thankful for the warmth and my hearts pounds against my chest embarrassingly loud, excited that he wants to hold my hand. I'm grateful for the cover of darkness to hide the pink in my cheeks as I blush as his contact. His hand is huge, much larger than mine, and my palm seems to swim in his. He hold my hand easily, my fingers just reaching through his. They're rough, worker's hands. His pointer finger has an irregularity. His nail is thick and tapered to a point, almost like a short talon. I ask him about it, and when he stalls in his answer I immediately regret my openness, wondering if I should have been more sensitive. He proceeds to tell me anyway, that his hand got stuck in a grinder when he was younger. I trace my fingers over the odd nail and smile. I tell him that I like it, and he sighs, seemingly relieved that I'm not repulsed. I tell him I'd love to have a claw and he chuckles. I blush again. That laugh seems to wash everything away, until all I want is for him to keep laughing.

At some point, we lower our seats so that we're more lying than sitting now. In the cold night, I welcome the warmth of the large, rough hand I hold in mine. Somehow, once we'd lowered our seats, I ended up in his arms. In that moment, when his arm was around my shoulder and I lay my head on his shoulder, I was happy. So unbelievably happy. I was peaceful also, calmed by the warmth that spread throughout my body, from the excitement of having him so close, and from what warmth he offered through his limbs. It seemed to peaceful then, to lie my head upon him, and hear his heart beating, not quickly, but not slowly either. I remember wishing that we could make this moment last forever. Our stolen moment, alone in the cold and in the dark. I felt safe and warm in his presence, and he felt safe and warm in mine. We lay there like that for a long while, neither speaking, just both relishing one another's company. Comfortable to be alone and in silence together. Words could be said another time, a time when we didn't have the sanctity that was offered to us now.

Although we mourned for the ending of this precious moment, the night was late, and we both had work in the morning. Not wanting to leave one another, we delayed ending our meeting with small talk and the like. When we could finally no longer stall the inevitable, he bent his head and kissed me softly on my hair. In that moment I felt incredibly loved. Loved purely and totally, I felt the feelings of his kiss as he pressed his lips to my head. It was a beautiful, short, stolen moment. It was cold, and dark, but together it seemed warm and bright as we looked out at the stars and enjoyed being in each other's company. It's a moment I will never forget, for the rest of my life.

My lovelies, I do apologise...

For my extended absence. I don't know if many of you (look at me! Talking as if anyone actually reads this thing!) are familiar with the idea of NaNoWriMo? No? Well it's short for National Novel Writing Month and I've recently discovered it. Now this is held in November, and by recently I mean... yes I discovered it in December, but everyone's hard work and excellent results inspired me to write my own novel - and that's what I have been doing. However I fully intend to write about those 25 prompts before xmas... which is how many days away? *Counting out the days*. Shit. 7. Well that leaves... 18 prompts to write about in the next seven days... I can manage that... I'm sure I can :|. I missed point 7 and posted number eight first. So I guess I'll have to work on the 'romantic/sexual' encounter - but you can bet your pretty socks it'll just be romantic. *sticks out tongue*

Ok, so once again, my apologies for my absence, send my regards to your loved ones... and prepare yourselves for some MASSIVE blog updates over the next few days :)

Merry Christmas and do all things with beauty :) JP xx

Wednesday, 7 December 2011

He turned the key in the lock, and opened the door. To his horror he saw...

Nothing. After so many years of searching, so many sacrifices made and people lost, he was so sure that it'd be here. He fell to his knees as he scanned the room, the old silver key clattered to the floor beside him. A pit of despair welled in his stomach and threatened to overtake his body, and his knees hit the dust covered stone. He continued to scan the dimly lit room, desperate to find something, anything to help him find what he'd spend so long searching for.

The walls were cold, dark stone. He could smell the musty scent of mildew, and hear a faint dripping in the far corner, and he noticed that patches of the wall were wet, where water had seeped through. He put one fist on the floor and pushed himself to his feel, dusting his hands on his jeans as he made his way to the back wall. He pressed his palms against the cool stone, feeling the faint trickle of the water as it streamed slowly from the ceiling to the floor. He could smell something else now, something sweet. He kept his hands against the wall as he leaned close to the moisture. He recognised the scent. The water was saline. He knew the tunnels had been convoluted, but he never imagined they'd lead beneath the ocean floor.

He moved across the room, to where the wall was slightly drier, he pressed his palms to the wall and began to gently search with his fingertips. His hands reached out, searching for an unexplained irregularity, anything to suggest that there was more to this room than what he first saw. Just as he seemed to have exhausted the area of his search, his nails clipped over an unnaturally smooth ridge, deeper than the natural crevices of the stone. He moved to the patch of wall his fingers had found, and he traced the shape that had been carved into the stone.

The small symbol etched into the wall was a small leaf shape, with a circle through the line that ran from the top of the leaf to the bottom. It was almost a vertical eye, save for the line cutting it in half. He stared at the odd symbol before shifting his gaze upward. At first it seemed as though the ceiling were as unmarked as ever, it wasn't until he turned back towards the entrance that he spotted it. Just above the doorway, a stone slab was marked with the same curious symbol he'd just discovered. he approached the door and reached up to the slab, and to his delight, found that it moved in his grip.

He pulled the slab loose, and felt the hollow where it had been and found a thin triangular rod pushed back against the recess in the wall. He retrieved the rod, and placed the slab on the floor. Intrigued, he continued to look for any other signs of the strange symbol.

When he couldn't find anymore, he returned to the original engraving and pressed his hand on it, and to his surprise, he felt a little give, indicating that this stone was indeed loose as well. However the long slab was more tightly embedded into the surrounding blocks and he grappled with the edges, using his fingernails, for a long while, before managing to wriggle it forwards enough to wrap his hands around the end and pull it free from the wall. At the back of this recess, he found a second triangular rod. He  had to reach deep into the wall, almost the length of his arm, to retrieve the small rod. It was then that he noticed the two triangle shaped holes in the floor. Once clearing them of the dirt and dust that had rimmed the cutouts, he didn't hesitate to insert the first rod in the small hole nearest the door, and then the second rod, in the remaining hole. He sat still on his knees as silence continued to fill the room around him.

It was so faint, he wasn't sure he heard it at first, then the rumbling grew louder as the floor began to vibrate beneath his feet. To his surprise, a long thin crack appeared in the concrete floor, and as it grew, it traced a perfect circle in the floor - just like the symbol.

As the crack met the beginning and completed the circle, it dropped 5 inches and swivelled into a crevice below the surface, to reveal a spiralling staircase, leading into the murky depths below. He stared at the hole in the floor, amazed, before steeling himself for the descent. He had come so far and had no wish to stop now, not when what he yearned for may be so close.

Do all things so that they're beautiful xx JP

Monday, 5 December 2011

There's a guy sitting on a park bench reading a newspaper...

I wrote a poem for this one about 3 times but it kept getting stupider and stupider as I went on. These prompts ended up being hard than I expected :/

"Excuse me good sir, would you mind lending me the sports?" A tall gentlemen enquires of the man sitting at the park bench with his newspaper. The squat man on the bench looks up to inspect the asker before him, taking in his expensive waistcoat, the chain from his pocket indication a gold pocket watch lay within, and the bespectacled eyes that beamed down at him. He seemed a jolly enough fellow, what harm could lending a section of his paper do?
"Certainly," he replied shortly, but not unkindly. He sifted through his paper to find the section his new found companion desired and handed it to him as the tall fellow took a place next to him on the park bench. He inched over a little to allow the large man more room for his long legs and muscled arms in the hopes he might find it more comfortable.

The two men sat in silence, the only sound the rustling of paper as they turned the pages, an occasional jogger ran past breaking the silence, or a bark from a dog from the opposite side of the large park. As the sun shifted higher into the sky the park grew busier with the rush of the day. When he'd finished reading his sports section, the taller man simply folded up the section, placed it beside him and continued to sit in silence and observe the world around him, seemingly taking in every detail of the park and it's visitors.

His presence didn't unnerve the smaller man, as he thought it might, as he found the company of this stranger comforting. He didn't feel the need to fill the air with conversation or to disrupt him from his paper by way of conversation or fidgeting. Indeed he sat quite still, almost statuesque as he continued to observe the park and it's contents.

Finally the dumpy man completed reading his newspaper and offered the rest to his companion.
"Oh no that's ok, I was simply interested in the fishing section, I love to read about the fantastic fish that are caught these days. Fishing sure isn't what it used to be." he ended with a sigh.

And with that, he stood up, thanked his new found acquaintance for his kindness and company and continued on his way. The small man wasn't unperturbed by the suddenness of both his appearance and departure, but instead felt glad that he'd shared the beautiful quiet of the morning in the park with someone else who appreciated it.


I know, a bit stupid right? But what are the little encounters in life worth if we don't value them? I think it's the little things that count towards the big things, sometimes more than we know.

Do everything so that it's beautiful! xx JP

Write about your early memories of faith, religion, or spirituality; yours or someone else's.

So I'm not sure if I am supposed to discuss my history of faith or lack of faith, or just describe what I remember about church as a child... but here goes...

My earliest memory of church was somewhere in Perth. Mum, Dad, Ferne and I were in a huge congregation in a light filled room, it wasn't dark like most churches I've been to. The room was brigth and inviting, and I remember having a red plastic cup full of sultanas to keep me happy. I must have only be 4 at the time, perhaps younger. I dont remember much except for that red cup and the bright room, but I also remember Mum & Dad walking up to the front for communion to consume the 'body and blood of christ' and I remember the priest coming around and saying to each adult "may the body and blood of christ keep you in eternal life" however I misunderstood. I remember asking mum "why does he want you to have a turtle life?" to which Mum stifled a giggle and tried to explain (unsuccessfully) to me later what he meant.

My next memories of church are when I lived in Kendenup. The Kendenup church was much smaller, it was a tiny little chapel of a thing but the people were lovely. Members would drive from Mt Barker for the services just so that there were enough people to keep the church going. Most of the members were quite old, and for the most part, Ferne and I were the only children that attended. Mostly we were given colouring in sheets that illustrated passages of the bible and sometimes we were asked to give out flowers on rare occasions. I remember 'peace be with you' time when we'd all shake hands, and when we'd go up for the communion and Dad would eat and drink and Ferne and I would be blessed by the priest.

Ferne and I stopped going to church when we were old enough to decide if we wanted to go or not. I still went a couple of times, but at 13, still being given colour-ins seemed borderline unbearable. The people were lovely though and I'll never forget them. I still go to church with Dad on Christmas Eve each year, although last year I missed. I will continue to go to church on Christmas Eve each year I think, it's a tradition I've come to love.

In high school I occasionally attended youth group, which was a great way to learn about God, Jesus and the bible. People there were much more enthusiastic and it seemed less boring - I know it seems rude to say that but I'm trying to keep honest. Had I been able to attend this church I think I'd still be attending today. But who knows.

I went to an easter camp that really opened my eyes. To both the great and the not-so-great sides of faith and religion. It's extremely calming to know (or to think) that there is someone greater than yourself that is always listening and knows you better than you know yourself. However there were incidents that showed a somewhat flawed approach to religion - I should probably mention that the faith I am discussing is chirstianity.. both anglican and baptist sort of mashed in together a bit.

I have always grown believing in a God. Yet I've always grown believing he is a loving God, not the God most claim to be vengeful. The thought of people I love being banished to hell forever because they were not believers both upsets and unnerves me. I flat out don't believe in it, and I guess that's the inception of my conflict with the idea of faith.

This is always an interesting topic, feel free to comment and discuss... religion is always intriguing and controversial.

Do all things beautifully, JP xx

Sunday, 4 December 2011

A kid comes out of the bathroom with toilet paper dangling from his or her waistband.

So this one was really hard for me to think of something to write about... but here's what I ended up with :/

Dear Diary,
Today Michael Moore came out of the bathroom with toilet paper hanging out of his waistband. The poor kid gets picked on enough as it is. I think I was the first to notice, anyway I went up to him and quietly whispered in his ear. His face flushed red but he quickly removed it and thanked me with a shy smile. He was such a quiet boy, and nobody really knew him, he always kept to himself and was an easy target for the other kids in my year to pick on. Mostly it was the girls. It broke my heart when I friend of mine invited him to the ball, only to stand him up and go with Geoff Bridges. He was so nice today when he thanked me. I think I'm going to try and talk to him more often. I don't know why he's quiet or why he's picked on, but surely he'd like to have a friend. Maybe I'll try and make more of an effort with him. I don't care if people pick on me for doing it, but I don't think they will. Let's see how it goes eh?


Dear Diary,
I sat next to Michael in chemistry today. It's the only class that we have together apart from gym. He seemed surprised that I sat down next to the usually vacant seat next to him. I got a few weird looks from my mates when they took their seats, but it smoothed over as soon as class started. He's actually really smart. We were studying new chains and such and he picks things up so quickly. We didn't talk much, I didn't think he would, but he smiled and helped me when I asked him a question that I didn't understand. It's a start right?


Dear Diary,
Today was a bad day. I should have known I couldn't keep being nice to Michael and not have people turn their attention from him to me. Idiots. It was really hard but I stood my ground. I'm awful with comebacks so I just ignored everything they said to me. I can't believe how quickly some of the girls that were my friends turned on me. A couple gave me a quick 'sorry' glance but for the most part they tried to avoid eye contact. My best friend Amelia was away today, perhaps she'll make a change tomorrow.


Dear Diary,
Amelia was here today. She can't understand what I'm doing, I was hoping she'd come sit with me but no cigar. I hope it will start getting better soon.


Dear Diary,
My friends stopped sitting with me in my other classes today.


Dear Diary,
Michael told me something interesting today. He thanked me for standing up for him, but also explained a little of his home life to me. I was surprised because he seemed to really open up for a bit, even though he seemed to regret letting so much out at the end, but I think it was good for him. He lives at home with his mum. She doesn't get out of bed most days and drinks vodka like water. He seemed resilient, as if he'd hardened himself to the facts and it didn't seem to upset him as much as it might have once. I couldn't believe how strong this boy is. He has a pretty hard home life, practically looking after himself, well literally looking after himself, and he still has to deal with all this shit at school. It made me more confident to keep up this thing I have going on. I'm not really sure why I'm doing it but I feel more sure that it's the right thing to do now.


Dear Diary,
Amelia came and sat with Michael and I today. He didn't talk much, I think he was a bit apprehensive as she was often sat with the group that taunted us. But it was good, it wasn't awkward, we just did our chemistry questions in silence for the most part, and when I asked a question and Michael answered, Amelia said "Thank god we've got someone who knows what this is all about," which made the corners of his mouth tweak upwards a little. Baby steps.


Dear Diary,
The girls at school are trying to revoke my place on the netball team. I know that they'll never be successful because I'm quite good and they won't be able to find a legitimate reason to get rid of me. But netball is going to be hell, and it upsets me that they would go to such lengths merely because I'm friends with Michael now. I haven't told anyone about his home life, not Amelia or even my parents. I feel as though it would be a huge betrayal of his trust. And I don't want to lose that.


Dear Diary,
Michael and I hung out after school today, we went to the park and I shouted us ice-creams because it was a freaking SCORCHER today. We had a good time and Michael ended up talking more than me! It's great, he's really funny and so so smart! He just catches onto things first and sees so much, I guess it's because he's so quiet in school he has more time to observe because he's not talking and screaming like most people in our year. He really is a great guy and I don't understand why people won't get to know him. He is very shy of conflict though, so perhaps this is why he just takes it all. He's so tolerant and he must be the strongest person I know. Even when we talk about the people giving us shit, he makes excuses for them, saying that they're just unhappy in their lives and it's easier for them to take it out on us. I really admire him for his courage and understanding, he's so grown up! It was a great day :)


Dear Diary,
Today Michael and I were walking down the halls at lunch and Olivia, a particularly spiteful girl I used to be friends with shouted "Ooohh Michael & Jamie sitting in a tree.." well you know the rest. So - and I still can't explain what made me do this - I grabbed Michael's hand as we were walking, and walked right past her with my head up, hand in hand with him. I'm so glad he didn't pull away. He looked over at me and smiled slightly, before turning his head back to the ground. We held hands until we got to our table to eat. Safe to say Olivia was stunned and she shut up pretty quick. Michael is a beautiful person, and before I couldn't see it, but he's actually pretty attractive! I might be bias but I think he's kinda hot :P...oh well, only time will tell diary.

The asteroid was hurtling straight for...

Me. I ducked.
"Jesus Randy, do you have to destroy everything?" I called after him, as bloody hopeless as that boy was, I couldn't help but smile though as he giggled running through the house. His space diarama had won him an award in class and he was ever so proud. Although since the judging was over he had taken great pleasure in hurling the pieces of his paper mache` box at my head. The latest being an asteroid.

I found him in his room giggling from under the covers.
"Hmmm... where could Randy be?" I said aloud to myself. "If he wasn't so damn good at hiding I'd teach him a thing or two for throwing an asteroid at my head - I could be brain damaged!" I moved toward the bed.
"Randy? Randy are you in here?" He tried to stifle his giggles. I crept closer to the bed before throwing myself on him and tickling anywhere I could reach. His shrieks of laughter made me smile as I stopped tickling him and his head popped out above the blankets. He was grinning from ear to ear.
"Quite an impressive asteroid," I told him, "Just about knocked my head off!" I smiled, he giggled and wrapped his arms around my neck. Despite what people may say, and all whispers and pointing fingers, this boy was beautiful. As beautiful as any I'd met and I was grateful to have him in my life.


--->Yeah so I'm not so impressed with this one. A bit meh, but I didn't want to do the whole 'An asteroid was hurtling straight for earth!' So I mixed it up a little. Do all things so they're beautiful! Love JP xx

Thursday, 1 December 2011

Cyanide & Happiness

Another classic comic from those guys caught my fancy today... and I just LOVE their sick sense of humor. So I've decided to post a few comics today to brighten the Friday for those of you with the same humor as me :) If you'd like to see the whole lot, head on over to Cyanide & Happiness.

Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic



Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic


Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic


Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic


Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic



And with that, have a beautiful day! :) xx

25 Days of Xmas. And prompts

So I've decided to publish the list of prompts that I will be following for the next 25 days. That way you can pick what day you might like to read my ramblings (do forgive my god-awful writing, however I am publishing it all un-edited) so there's that to consider.

So here it is. The List!

  1. You're digging in your garden and find a fist-sized nugget of gold.
  2. Write about something ugly - war, fear, hate, cruelty - but find the beauty (silver lining) in it.
  3. The asteroid was hurtling straight for...
  4. A kid comes out of the bathroom with toilet paper dangling from his or her waistband.
  5. Write about your early memories of faith, religion, or spirituality; yours or someone else's.
  6. There's a guy sitting on a park bench reading a newspaper...
  7. Write a poem about a first romantic (dare I say: sexual) experiene or encounter. (Oh Jeez!)
  8. He turned the key in the lock and opened the door. To his horror he saw...
  9. Silvery flakes drifted down, glittering in the bright light of the harvest moon. The blackbird...
  10. The detective saw his opportunity. He grabbed the waitress's arm and said....
  11. There are three children sitting on a log near a stream. One of them looks up at the sky and says...
  12. There is a magic talisman that allows its keeper to read minds. It's falls into the hands of a young politian...
  13. And you thought dragons didn't exist...
  14. Write about nature. Include the following words, hard drive, stapler, phone, car, billboard.
  15. The doctor put his hand on her arm and said gently, "You or the baby will survive. Not both. I'm sorry."
  16. The nation is controlled by...
  17. You walk into your house and it's completely different - furniture, decor, all changed. And nobody's home...
  18. Write about one (or both) of your parents. Start with 'I was born...'
  19. The most beautiful smile I ever saw...
  20. I believe that animals exist to...
  21. A twinkling eye can mean many things. The one that is twinkling at me right now...
  22. Good versus evil. Does it truly exist? What are the gray areas? Do good people do bad things?
  23. My body...
  24. Have you ever been just about to drift off to sleep only to be roused because you spontaneously remembered an embarrassing moment from your past?
  25. Get a package of one of your favourite canned or boxed foods and look at the ingredients. Use every ingredient in your writing session.


PHEW! There are a few toughies in there...and I'm not going to go back on my word or my challenge but there are some that I can see inspiring very personal pieces of writing that I will share with you all. It's just a matter of time I guess. Wish me luck!

Do everything so it's beautiful like you :) JP xx

Find and write about something ugly - war, fear, hate, cruelty - but find the beauty (silver lining) in it.

This one was always going to be a hard one. I think the hardest thing is that the only silver lining I could find in each of those examples is the reconciliation, the end to the ugliness of each. So today I've decided to go with something that I'm very familiar with - jealousy. And that way I can talk about it more knowledgeably and discuss a silver lining that isn't just the end to the ugly, but a silver lining within the ugly. So here's to jealousy :|

Jealousy.  It’s an ugly demon that too many people know. Not to be confused with envy. Envy is wanting what isn’t yours, whereas jealousy is wanting what should be yours. To clarify;

Envy: a feeling of discontent or covetousness with regard to another's advantages, success, possessions, etc.
Jealousy: jealous resentment against a rival, a person enjoying success or advantage, etc., or against another's success or advantage itself.
(courtesy of dictionary.reference.com)

So jealousy and envy are pretty similar except for the one aspect of jealousy, where your feelings are stirred over other people having what you think you should have. You might not be deserving of it. But then again, who’s to say that you’re not? It comes down to you believing that you should have what others do. But I digress.

Jealousy feeds on doubts, fears and negative emotions. It’s not always rational, in fact it is hardly ever rational, and people that feel jealous are often ashamed or frustrated that they feel the way they do. It churns inside you with a seething that only anger can relate to. It’s a burning sensation. When I feel jealous I can physically feel a burning inside my chest. It’s a physical swirl of the emotion torrents inside my head.

Being somewhat irrational in nature, it can lead us humans to act irrationally and usually make a terrible situation out of nothing. Countless homes have been ripped apart by jealous wives or husbands that suspect their partner of being unfaithful. It can lead to disruptive and obsessive behaviour when it comes to finding out what your partner’s been doing in your absence. It can lead to fights between lovers over what they each deserve, and the jealous lover believing they don’t have what they are entitled to.

For me, jealousy strikes when I least expect it. I get the feeling without intent or notice and feel jealous about things that I would normally pass at. The strongest trait of jealousy is that it can’t be turned off. Not immediately at least. It is an undeniable tenacious enemy within, that each person seeks (or should seek) to rid themselves of.

The silver lining? It gives us an opportunity to grow. Just recently in my life, I’ve been trying to take things that make me jealous and learn from the experience. In evaluating why I’m jealous, picking apart the irrationality of it all and learning things about myself I don’t like, I can start to get rid of the parts of me that I don’t like. It’s an opportunity for self-evaluation. If you find yourself irrationally jealous of somebody, stop and think hey – why am I jealous? What the hell has got me feeling this way? And you can learn more about yourself, and discover perhaps underlying issues, or past wrongs that you’ve yet to forgive.

Jealousy is indeed a terribly ugly emotion that can destroy you from the inside out. But if we take a moment to pause and look at ourselves and grasp the irrationality of the situation, it’s a fantastic opportunity to learn more about ourselves.. an opportunity that we’re not granted with too often. So a fantastic silver lining I say!

Wednesday, 30 November 2011

You’re digging in the garden, and find a fist-sized nugget of gold.


“Holy Shit” I think. This can’t be what I think it is? Surely. Maybe Teddy is playing jokes… I stare at the enormous nugget in my hand and try and understand the gravity of the situation. I just dug up a fist-sized nugget of what surely looks to be gold. Under my tomatoes. Cheeky little bastards hiding that from me.

I get up and wander toward the house. As I stumble through the back door I call out to Charlie.
“Charlie! Charlie, come here! I need your… expertise?” I yell and I hear him start to thump down the stairs. He enters the room and his eyes lock onto my outstretched hand.
“Charlie, is this what I think it is?” I say, my hand starting to quiver.
“What the f-“ he cuts himself off as he closes the distance between us and picks the mangled rock from my hand.
“We need to get to a jewellery store… surely that’s gold? Look at it!” he says, incredulous.
“Where the bloody hell did you get it?”
“It was under the tomatoes.” I get a blank look.
“In the garden… I dug it up”
“Yeah… so we’re going to need to check this out.” He says to me.
“Teddy!” he yells, “Teddy time to hop in the car, mum and dad are going for a drive.”
Well, that makes for an interesting Saturday, I think to myself as we get our stuff together and trudge out to the car.

We arrive at the jewellery store and Charlie pulls the nugget from his pocket as we approach the door, he’s wrapped in tissues. “Yeah that’ll protect it,” I think to myself, but I keep my mouth shut as he is clearly too excited and I’d hate to dampen that mood.
Charlie strides towards the counter and sets down the stone as he pulls it from within the tissues. The girl at the counter stops in her tracks as she catches sight of what he’s put down, she continues toward us, clearly intrigued.
“Where did you find this?” She asks.
“In the back yard,” I answer, “I was gardening just now, is it real gold?” I blurted out the question on everybody’s lips.
“Yes,” she says bluntly. “And worth a fair bit I imagine.”

And then we sold the nugget, made bazillions and lived happily ever after. If only.

The jewellers we went to ended up valuing the nugget at just over $15,000. So at Charlie’s leave, we decided to hold onto it for a while, and do some shopping around over the next week to see where we could net the best price. We’d been told that collectors sometimes offer more for a nugget, because of the raw form or something of the like.

That night as I was tucking Teddy into bed, I heard Charlie creep past me from the lounge to our bedroom; I thought nothing of it as I kissed Teddy on the cheek and pulled up his blankets. I walked out to the lounge to see Charlie sitting watching television. I stopped in my place.
“Charlie? Did you just creep through to the bedroom?” I asked hesitantly, fearing what his answer may be.
“Nope, been here watching the boxing.. why?” My heart stopped. I relayed what I heard to him and he jumped up to investigate, grabbing a frypan from the kitchen on the way (yeah great choice of weapon right? We could be in cluedo right now). He stalked down the hall, with me in tow creeping silently behind him. As he rounded the corner and approached our bedroom door he darted to flick on the switch. And nothing. The room was empty. He checked the wardrobe, and the ensuite. Both empty.
“You going crazy love?” He asked, with that lopsided grin I fell in love with.
“Maybe..” I trailed off, certain I’d heard footsteps. I shook myself to get rid of the memory and followed Charlie out to the lounge room. As I lowered myself into the lounge chair a chill crept over me. Unsettled, I tried to ignore my unease as we relaxed into our routine of telly before bed.

The 25 Days of Christmas!

Ok so I've decided to start writing again. Not just on my blog, but really writing.. I'm going to use this list of writing prompts I found on a blog on http://www.writingforward.com/ and my challenge is to use every one before the end of the month.

I don't know if I'll use them for short stories... poems, or perhaps the beginning or ending of a novel. I will post the prompt as the title of my post... and post the result. I'm a little apprehensive to setting myself this challenge as I am not very good at keeping things, however for the sake of my writing.. this I intend to keep!

Wish me LUCK I'll be starting later on today :/

Thursday, 17 November 2011

Nothing will be gained by blaming others for your misfortune. Jealousy will not get you anywhere, but will only give you restlessness.

I apologise for my extended absence. Much has been going on in my life that is neither interesting nor blog worthy but I have to say, I went to a wedding recently and it was beautiful. I have to admit that I teared up a little, and I honestly didn't think I would. At the end of the day, it was how I felt that I remembered, it was a beautiful day, but all of the stunning decorations and beautiful setting could have been hay in a barn for all I knew. It was that beautiful feeling between the bride and groom that I took home with me. I've never seen two people more in love, and I think that's what triggered my little cry :)

Anyway, apart from that beautiful day and visits from lover not a lot has been going down. I've been looking at my life a lot recently, because I've had time to, and I still feel like I don't know where I am or where I'm going. I look at the relationships I share with people, good and bad, and wonder why they are that way. I'm eternally grateful for all the beautiful people in my life and I'm even grateful for the bad relationships. The snide remarks I've received over the years, while they hurt me, have made me into who I am. I'm stronger and more sure of myself now, and I wouldn't be if those people hadn't tried to get to me.

I don't think I ever want to have an 'I don't care' attitude. I still want all those little things to affect me just as much as they did. And they still do, just not for as long. An unnecessary comment here or there still hurt, and I want it to stay that way, because if I stop caring what people think... I won't feel as, well as human I guess. I obviously wish that we didn't have to feel hurt, but if people are hurting me, then they must be hurting too, and if I were to respond, or bite back or be malicious in anyway, then I'm not really helping am I.

The quote I used to start this entry hit home for me. It's honest and as of today I'm not going to blame anyone else for where I am. Only thank those people that have helped me get here. I won't openly thank those that hurt me, because that would just be kind of weird. I like to think I'm getting wiser, but let's be honest, I'm young and stupid and have a few good years of that left in me, so all I can do is try my hardest to focus on the one thing I don't like about myself and remove it. When I'm done with that one I will move onto the next one.

I just... I don't want to be the jealous girl I sometimes am. And if anybody says that they've never been jealous they are either the happiest person you've ever met, or lying. So just some food for thought :)

Make all around you beautiful with your presence :) JPxx

Thursday, 6 October 2011

Something to Make you Smile

This pic was posted on a fb page by a friend of mine and it made me giggle. I thought I'd share it with you all :)


<3 JPxx

Cyanide & Happiness =)

Today I thought I'd share with you an internet comic that I absolutely love, I have to admit the humor is a bit sick so it may not be everyone's cuppa tea - http://www.explosm.net/comics/2570/

They publish a new comic everyday (there are over 2500 on there now!) Just for a little taste... here is one of my favourites :)



LOVE IT!

Do all things beautifully JPxx

Yesterday was a day of mourning for lovers of technology everywhere.

So yesterday we lost Steve Jobs. Whether you love or hate apple you have to admit, the man was a visionary. It makes me sad to think that we lost one of the toughest and brightest minds of our era but I guess we couldn't have him forever.

This was one of Steve Jobs' first apple computers - it's called the Apple II ;


Crazy eh? This was back innnnn 1977 - crazy eh?
This pretty little trinket was released in 1999 and was apple's first portable computer;


And to think we've come all the way to this;

It's amazing to think that one man did all this (well obviously not all by himself but spearheaded by him) and the enormous steps through technology that our world has made through his innovation. You will be missed good man.

He actually left apple in 1986 because of some kind of power struggle and ended up going back to apple after his little project 'NeXT' didn't really take off and apple bought it anyway... so there you go, bit of Steve Jobs trivia. Either way the world has lost a great man.

Rest in peace Steve Jobs. JP xx

Tuesday, 4 October 2011

No Chooks for Me :(

Last weekend I missed out on what looked like an AMAZING hen's night in the city. Of course I had to travel the 400ks back to ol' home town to finish moving all my crap into my new place I call home.

Talk about SHITE. Really ruined my weekend, I was so looking forward to having a girly night of drunken fun in the city - but it was not to be :(

Any of you ever missed out on something TOTALLY AWESOME for a completely lame reason?

Do all things beautifully, JP xx

Wednesday, 28 September 2011

FOR SALE - FREE TO GOOD GOVERNMENT

I have for sale (or for giveaway I guess) one red-crested lyrebird. On behalf on the Australian public I would like to offer this little beauty up for adoption. She has an endearing little waddle, a slightly tapered beak, and a f*cking annoying curious chirp that if goes unstopped will drive any owner mad.

Accepting all offers of interest, and considering a reward to the one that takes her off our hands.

I've never been very good at politics - I've always been a liberal supporter and Julia Gillard is just destroying not only our government, but women's representation in government! It upsets me that Australia's first female Prime Minister backstabbed manipulated her way into the job and is doing so poorly. People in any type of job should be there because of their skill set, regardless of their gender - so if this means that men are better at running the country, then so be it. But what this woman is doing is destroying Australia's faith in women in government.

Anybody else have any opinions on Julia Gillard?

Make everything beautiful JPxx

Spunky Mider? Why Thanks, I'll Take Two.

What is a Spunky Mider you ask? Well it's a Monkey Spider that gets it's words confused a fair bit of the time. I'd rather enjoy having a pet one, I'd keep it by me and it'd whisper me advice as I needed it, and also insult the people I don't like into my ear so I can chuckle at the louts that wreck my day. I'd call him Archibald - Archie for short. Yes, I think that'd go down a treat :)

Do everything so that it's as beautiful as it can be - you're beautiful. JPxx

Tuesday, 27 September 2011

You are Beautiful

Well this week has got me to thinking... how the hell do I get myself in these messes? I mean I manage to make myself accountable to so many people it ends up being impossible to please them all. Do any of you have this problem? Where you can't help but help and you end up in the sh*t because of it? Also as part of my new campaign against potty mouths (especially younguns with their dirty potty mouths) I plan on cutting back my online and verbal swearing, and starring out the vowels in swearwords where I don't want to remove them.

Anyway the obvious people I am accountable to are my bosses, my family, and my lover, I am accountable to them as I always want to consider them in all my choices and opinions... but somehow I end up doing stuff for countless other people, and end up getting my buttholey ripped because I didn't do good enough. I mean it upsets me because I'm doing ten THOUSAND things at once and as a result, am not excelling at anything. I mean volunteer positions as treasure for clubs etc. I still end up in the sh*t because I'm not good enough at it, well no sh*t genius - I'm 19 and have never treasured before and to tell you the truth - just not that great at it all! So hell.

But I wish it were that simple, I just end up feeling awful and guilty for months because I've made myself so gosh darn accountable and I feel like I've just failed.

So moral of this post isn't necessarily a good one - don't start stuff because if you don't start, it's one less thing you can fail at. Jeeeesus that's a bit pessimistic isn't it. Hopefully I'll have a brighter message for you all tomorrow!

Do all you can so that the world around you is more beautiful. JPxx

Wednesday, 21 September 2011

I got to be a-thinking about the man in the sky.

Not to be confused with the man on the moon. Over the last few weeks or so, I've been doing a lot of thinking about God. Now I don't want to scare you all away with a huge sermon or anything, and I'm certainly not here to preach, almost the opposite in fact. But I have to say, over the last few weeks with the huge changes that have been happening in my life, a few things have prompted me to evaluate where I stand with the whole 'give your life to Jesus to be fulfilled' thing.

I used to be quite dedicated to the christian belief a few years ago, primarily instigated by being surrounded by fellow Christians, friends and even a boyfriend at one stage. Now I've had a good long think, and I can't really tell if believing or not believing has put me in a better place. I know when good things happen when you're a believer you're all "It was God's work that rewarded me," or "God made this happen" but when you don't believe, good things still happen, sometimes better I'd say. Now it's very easy to manipulate God's word in the bible, and I can't go saying that religious people do it, but I know that some do. If bad things happen while you believe it was your fault, because you made the wrong choices, not God.

So it got me to wondering, why do good things happen when you don't believe? There's the whole theory on "God is trying to give you second chances" and all that. But if we were to do a study on how 'happy' people are and compare those who have faith and those who don't, how different would the results be? I mean as far as I can tell life is pretty much the same for people who make similar choices regardless of their faith. I guess that faith allows those who face hardship to hold onto hope that a higher power will see them through. I have to admit, if for nothing else at all, being able to 'talk' to God, by way of a chat or prayer, is comforting to in the fact that you know that you can't hide anything or lie to yourself because this person you're having the one-sided convo with already knows the whole story, you can't embellish or defend yourself, and so you're forced to accept the deadline truth regardless of your conscience. That in itself I think is a very compelling reason to believe. It offers a lot of comfort.

But if we're to argue that the purpose of life is to be happy on your journey from nappies to deathbed, then how much difference does 'believing' really make? I don't mean to sound skeptical, but a good Christian friend of mine once told me that God wants us to question his existence - which is what I'm doing now. I haven't prayed or believed in a long time, not in the strictest Christian sense, I subconsciously believe that God or a God exits, it's been instilled in me since birth, but the relevance he has to my life, or even society is lost on me. There has been no physical evidence of the existence of a God since the days in which the bible was written and Jesus walked the earth. Really - what can we prove? Maybe God died, has it been considered that he was not as immortal as we'd hoped? Perhaps he created another world not corrupt with the seven sins he despised so much.

Either way, I can't seem to find an answer that fits except that he doesn't exist, but I still don't want to blindly claim that there is no God. It's a nice thought isn't it?

Anyway I mean not to offend, but just to voice my thoughts on the matter.

Do everything you can so that it's beautiful. Jxx

Tuesday, 20 September 2011

Hello my pretties :)

So here we are, another humpday, another hectic week half over. I am in the bestest of moods and have been for the best part of the week! It was a pretty good start as work was hectic (but manageable) which made my Monday speeeeed by. Which is always a good thing. Then my mood was re-vamped yesterday morning when filling up my car, and the guy at the servo charged the lady before me for my fuel! Mine was 80 bucks and hers a mere 40! So I paid for her fuel and was on my way... wooooohoooo to free fuel!

I know it probably sucked for the lady but she'd driven off so eh. And today... well today is Wednesday the 21st of September 2011 and you know what that means? LOVER GETS HOME TODAY! I'm going straight to the airport after work to pick him up and I can not WAIT to see him! So there's that to look forward to. I'm living with Uncle and Aunty while waiting to see if I get the apartment I want (the real estate rang my office yesterday to confirm my income with the boss so touchwood!) and as Lover has been away for a sinfully long time... he booked us in at a hotel so we don't annoy the fam *insert cheeky giggle here*

So yes! An excellent week, the only little bit of rain on my somewhat shiny parade is that lover will be travelling the 400kms to our hometown tomorrow while I have to trek it back in to work *sigh* but hey, we spend the moments we can together and cherish them more... I'll take what I can get =D

So I hope you all are having a truly excellent week to rival mine or perhaps surpass it? If you are surpassing my excellent week do let me know :) I'd love to hear it.

Do all you can to make things beautiful :) Jxx

Tuesday, 13 September 2011

Always a Rushin and a Changin!

There's so much going on! I hardly seem to be able to catch up! I have so much going on for clubs left, right and centre. Trying to find replacement treasurer's so I can focus on my study and then there's the study! A woman's work is never done, and on top of that, my lease is up in 3 SHORT WEEKS. Oh dear god. I have so much to do.

On the plus side, lover is back in 8 sleeps and I freaking cannot wait to see him! It'll only have been two and half weeks, still too freaking long, I can't believe how it seems longer and longer no matter what. I miss my lover! Then he's down for one measly little week then gone for another 4.5 and he isn't back until a wedding! Which means I won't be spending that first night that he's back with him, as he's on the bridal party and has to spend the night before with the groom. Faaaarrrrrrk. I miss him so much.

I'm sitting in my huge house all by myself in the freeeeezing cold under a rug on the couch wishing lover were here to light my fire, keep me warm and shower me with love.

So anyway, now that I've had me bitch about all that I miss of lover have a lovely evening :)

Do everything so that it's B-E-A-utiful Jxx

Thursday, 8 September 2011

Rush rush and zoomedy zoom!

Hey lovers, haters, fighters and peace makers. How's the world been in my prolonged absence? I've been GREAT :) Holiday to the snow was faaaantastic. Plenty of pain but not a single bruise to show for it which sucks buttholeh.

I will post some pics of us all in the snow as soon as lover manages to email them down to me from wherever the woop woop he is. Only four days of snowboarding was not worth the 3 days of travelling that we had to endure that's for sure. It was a hectic weekend anyway, Friday we travelled to Perth and stayed at a motel and it was lover's day of birth! So we'd planned to go out to the cas to celebrate but by the time it rolled around lover felt a bit shady and we were pretty knackered so we went to bed. Lo and behold at 1am lover was violently ill and returned to the bed with the shakes. Thank the sweet lord in heaven that was all of it - despite his feeling shitey for the next couple days..

So Saturday we had 11 hours to kill before our flight, so where did we go? There were 3 boys, a dad and I so of course the most logical place to go was the shooting range nearby! It was actually pretty cool I'll admit, we shot a handgun (I forget the name but apparently it was one of the biggest you can get) and it was perrrrty awesome. It kicked a lot and I was NOT expecting the sparks that flew! But yes, definitely something cool to cross off the bucket list :)

We went to the airport at around 8:30 to check in for our 10:55pm flight (gotta love them cheap red-eyes) and there we were met with some unpleasant news. FLIGHT CANCELLED! So we organised to get seats on the next plane that was taking off at 12:55pm and by the time they'd loaded our names into the system and we'd checked in and everything we had to run to the gate from bag drop. I was greeted by a little kid violently and vocally hurling his guts up into a bin nearby. Cheers for that kiddo. Just what I needed. I tell you I'd had more than enough spew for the last few days.

So finally we were on our flight. We arrived in Melbourne at 6am their time and had to wait until 10am for our bus to arrive to charter us to falls creek. I don't know if you've ever been to the Melbourne-Tullamarine airport but the f*cker is way out of town, so lover had a nice sleep on the rock hard tiled floor (you'd think they'd have some carpet for us sleepers!) while we tried to kill the hours that awaited us.

FINALLY! 10am arrived. Woohoo, a 6 hour drive to the snow. Which I'll admit wasn't too bad as the Victorian countryside is beautiful. So after a 30km ascent (taking 30 minutes!) we finally arrived at the village of falls creek. So of course being the naive "I've-never-seen-snow-before" me, I was shocked that not everything was blanketed in snow. In fact there were only the rare clumps that appeared anywhere other than the runs. But I guess being at the end of the season I should have expected this, and snow - it's not as soft and fluffy as the movies show, especially when you land on it at pace!

So yes yes holiday was fantastic. But this was Sunday night we were arriving, having not slept since the Friday night before---so there you go I guess sleepy tired and travel-worn people in a tiny apartment. It was an excellent week, 4 hard days of snowboarding before doing the whole trip back again, we got to spend a day in Melbourne on the way home which was fantastic!

Then that was that, home sweet home we were and back in the rut of our regular 9-5 jobs. Lover flew back to woop woop from Perth and ol' buddy and I drove down together the same day. It was excellent, and lover and I are already planning our next trip back! Snow is amazing!

I write this from a computer in an office in Como, Perth. Yesterday morning I was abruptly removed from my office in the chilly south to trek the four hours to the big city in order to cover for the receptionist who's quite ill. It hasn't been to bad actually, it's getting to know where everything is that's the hardest part. So this will be the fourth time in 4 weeks that I've been in the big city (I'll give you a clue of the city, it starts with 'P' and ends with 'erth' ;) I'm so funny.

I don't mind being a receptionist, it's slightly less stress than being an accountant in terms of getting people their work on time that's for sure! I might have to make it full time ;)

Well I will definitely add photos to this story as soon as they're in my hot little hand! So keep checking back for some excellent snaps. We even got a video of ol' bud and I smashing into each other and toppling in opposite directions :P.

Do everything so that it's beautiful, like the Victorian countryside. Jxx

Sunday, 21 August 2011

Life In General Really

So who will look out for you when your friends won't? You, that's who. When people you thought were your budds, closest enough for you to want to make sacrifices for them, decide to stuff you over for their own benefit, it can really put a downer on life.

I mean, yeah you gotta look out for yourself  but some people are just selfish - and they're always going to stay that way. I kick myself for being the stupid bitch that is always trusting people time and time again. I mean you think you'd know after the first or maybe the second time they flaked. But no. Good ol' Julz thinks hey - they're good people, surely they'll see sense and have the same view as us. Nope. Butholes.

Twice in 2 days I've been screwed over on exceedingly similar issues by two different friends. You tell me, is it something I'm doing wrong? Gooodddddd. I don't know what's up or down these days. I miss my buds in Perth. They're good, honest, down to earth, sensible, loving, considerate, passionate people that I love to be around because I know they'll think about me as well as themselves. So there.

To all you selfish, self obsessed, self-centered people that don't give a rats butthole about people other than yourselves - you will end up taking care of yourselves for the rest of your lives. Nobody wants to be around people who don't care for them. I can promise, you'll end up alone on your deathbed crying into your pumpkin soup because Martha doesn't want to swap your silverbeet for her pickled onions because you didn't give a wizards butthole that her son had died fighting in Iraq.

TWATFACES.

Do everything BEAUTIFULLY xx

Wednesday, 10 August 2011

A List

Today I wrote a list. A beautiful list that I hope will organise my days and decrease my stress levels. I had a bit of a cry to lover last night - just a sook really about how hard my life is haha, and how his absence doesn't help when I've had a bad day. And the dog peed all over the couch... which sure as HELL don't help a bad day.

So she was thrown outside in her pen for the night and I curled up on the NOT soaking wet couch and cried down the line to loverrr.. but eh, I'm a woman and crying and sleeping is excellent. If the world had more cries and sleeps I can guarantee there'd be no more wars. Everything is better afterwards anyway - the calm after the storm. Hence, my list.

There are 9 things on my list. One of which is really four different things for the same person. I've done 5 of them so I'm over halfway there. I'm sort of waiting on a reply for another, about to do another in an hour when I go meet someone and then there's only two left. The two that are the biggest ugliest jobs I'm afraid. But still, two from 9 is a much more chewable chunk.

So my fondness of lists has grown. I now have the radio working in my car, thanks for number 6 on the list. I've purchased my little sisters bday present at number 9 (a voucher for the local surf shop) and my dentist bill is now non-existant after completing number 8. Only numbers 1 & 7 remain...... wish me luck!

Do you ever write lists to get things done? To-do list sounds like a dumb name, mine is more like a 'things you wish you didn't have to do but really should get your arse into gear and just do it' list. That's a bit more accurate.

Do everything so that it's beautiful xx

Busy lives and empty hearts

So here we are super super busy at work once again. I feel as though I can't get a grip of everything I'm doing, there's just so much work and people all want their tax back straight away! One thing I've learned is that every client thinks they're the only one, or likes to think they're the only one. Not so. However I have to play along with the little charade in their fantasy world where they're the most important person to me.

Anyway on brighter notes... only ten days until lover is home and I can see him once more. I miss him so so much. However I'll be driving him straight home from the airport when he arrives on the Saturday - four hours of driving after seeing the lover. That's four hours on top of the 4 weeks without a good eff you see kaying that I'll have to wait... good lord this is going to suck butthole. But at least I'll be back with my beautiful beautiful man :)

In other news I saw Harry Potter & the Deathly Hallows Part 2 in the cinema last night for the third time. Go figure eh. It was excellent. I didn't even cry this time (shut up Snape is a beautiful person :S) however the kid they cast to play him is super creepy. Gives me chills. How would you like your eleven year old daughter hanging out with this?
Creepy right? Yeah I thought so too. And that's the uncreepiest pic I can find. His eyeballs are too stare-y.

Foooock dat.

Do everything so it's beautiful xx

Saturday, 30 July 2011

How Damn Rude!

Oh dear it seems that my terribly fascinating life has swept me away from all thing blog. On the plus side, it leaves me with many interesting things to talk about seeings as so much has happened since my last post. I've had the lover spend a week at home (obviously when I stopped writing), then two weeks flew by before I was off to Broome to see him... and oh boy was it fabulous! The weather was AMAZING and I managed to get a tan in the middle of winter! =) Whether we were cooling off in the hotel pool....





Or checking out the nudie beach.....




Believe me, all old grandpas and nooooo sexy ladies... or whether we're checking out the croc feeding tour....



Or chilling out at the local jetty............



The holiday in Broome was AMAZING! =

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

Happy New Financial Year!

So I'm five days late, and in the accounting profession I guess that is somewhat an abomination but let me tell you - busy time ain't here yet! But it's well on it's way, with people wanting their moulah good and speedy!

So lover has been back for 4 glorious days and I can't spend enough time with him. He may beg to differ but I'm continuing to stick to him like a leech every spare moment I get {of course work seems to have other ideas}. Anyway a day off tomorrow to spend with him will be EXCELLENT.

How is everyone's Tuesday anyway? Good? Glad. Tuesday isn't too bad, I mean it isn't Monday, there's a point, tomorrow is humpday, another point... and then humpday isn't far from Thursday - which is late night shopping - then after Thursday comes Friday, Friday gotta get down on Fridayyyy... if I'm not wrong you just sang that in your head to the tune of Rebecca Black - Friday. Bahah sorry about that but it's gotta be done.

So yes, Tuesday is a glorious day, plus I have Wednesday off, which is yet another reason to love the day of Tues. Anyway have a beautiful beautiful day and I hope that your dreams come true! =D

Do all you can to make everything beautiful :) xxox

Wednesday, 29 June 2011

One Sleep!

I am just about jumping out of my skin in excitement :) One more sleep until I can see lover again!

I actually managed to haul my ass outta bed at the still pitch black hour of half six because my excitement was too great for me to actually sleep some more. So in true excited woman style I packed my bags, organised my house and had a lovely hot hot shower before arriving at work early. Yesterday I forgot my key and had to wait until my lovely bud got to work before I could get in.

So lover called yesterday :) and I'm ecstatic because he got in a day earlier than he was going to be, and I will admit, I cried a little when I heard his voice. What? You gonna judge me now? I miss the man! It was so good to be able to talk to him after 9 days of no communication whatsoever.

So tonight I have modeling, no doubt more chats to the lover, probably on Skype and then tomorrow I'll be out of bed earlier than I was today at this rate and heading to the big smoke to pic up the love of my life! Ahhh life is sweet when there's a light fast approaching =)

Do everything so that it's beautiful xx

Nothing

I'm in a terrible terrible mood. Awful day. I don't even want to stop being angry.

Monday, 27 June 2011

Fun With the Girls

So we went out the other weekend (sorry it's taking me so long to get the pics & info to you!) and we had an excellent girly time! We went to Lime 303 and had an excellent meal with excellent cocktails;

This is the in house cocktail :) The Lime 303. It was AMAZING =)


My outfit for the night haha :) and also what I will be wearing to pic lover up from the airport! ON FRIDAY! THREE SLEEPS BABY!!!

New Layout =D

I thought it only fitting to add a new post to my new layout... I feel terribly accomplished having figured out how to apply layouts from the interwebs =)

So to celebrate, I'd like to share with you some of my FAVOURITE time wasting websites...

  1. failbook.failblog.org - an excellent compendium of people that fail on facebook. Although I have to warn you, reading of this will make you want to end your life as it displays what is wrong with the world today.
  2. memebase.com - definitely a great time waster :) there is not much better than reading the satirical comics & meme's that people submit... it takes a couple of pages to get into what it's all about, but when you're addicted, you're addicted for life =)
  3. fmylife.com - it is really quite hilarious reading everybody else's sucky life moments :) a lot of people probably already know about this one, but it's fantastic :) always reminds you that life could be worse!
  4. textsfromlastnight.com - this is a great website that compiles a whole bunch of random text messages that leave you guessing at the situation behind the hilarity =D.
  5. afterdark.memebase.com - this is the rude stuff that can't go on the memebase main page :D it's hilarious and can only be accessed via direct link as there isn't a clicky button on the page anymore.
  6. freerice.com - I'm sure I've posted about this website before but I just love the way you can play a word game for free and donate rice to hungry people! :) 
So go forth my lovelies and entertain yourselves!

Return of the Lover

So it's three sleeps until the lover joins me once again! I keep getting requests from his friends, the hockey team etc. etc. for things we should all do when he gets back, and my response to everybody is the same... "Yeah maybe, if we can drag ourselves out of bed." Well come on now? This isn't news. Lover's been away for six weeks, SIX WEEKS! Six lonely, cuddling Bundy on the couch-filled weeks... and now that I have him back for 8 short days, I'm not sure I want to share him.

So I've tidied the house, tried to remove any trace of the dog being allowed to roam free (although she is inside today, as I couldn't bring myself to put her in her pen in this pouring rain) and just general cleaning so that I can come home to a beautiful tidy house.

I am so fucuxing excited. I'm just trying to not embarass myself in my excitement, I'm anxiously crossing off the days on the calendar as I count down to lover's return, (yes literally crossing them off, I don't even have a calendar so I had to print one out - don't judge me, you'd do the same ;).

So! Without having any contact for the past 8 days and no contact until I can pick him up from the airport I am washing my sexiest jeans and favourite top so that I can be all primped and preened for my beautiful beautiful man to greet him at the airport. I even warned him advance (this was only two weeks into his 6 week absence) that I will be doing the movie run and jump when I see him, and that he should probably drop what luggage he has in preparation of my exuberance. It will be EPIC.

So this is where I leave you today... full of excitement (well you probably aren't but I am excited enough for all of us ;) Remember! Do everything so that it's beautiful :) xx

Sunday, 26 June 2011

Redemption

Today I learned a valuable lesson. Sometimes to be the bigger man is the best way to solve things. No you may not 'win' the fight, and you might not come out on top saying 'See! I was right' (god I'm good at rhyming :P) but in the end you will know it's the right thing.

I've just apologised to someone that I had hurt, and although I don't approve of how they handled it, when I realised I was willing to let it all go in order to move on, a sense of peace sort of blanketed me. I knew that I'd done the right thing, and this was the best step forward.

Deep down we all know what the right thing to do is, but we look for easier alternatives. Don't cheap out, just bite the bullet, I can thoroughly recommend the results :)

Do everything so that it's beautiful xx

Saturday, 25 June 2011

A Lesson Learned

Hindsight is 20/20. I wish I could see forward in hindsight, however I've made my mistakes and try to move on the best I can.

A Prize Piece

So this is a bit of writing I did today... I feel as though it's the best I've done in a while and so I thought I'd share it with you all... it's more of a story starter than a short story as there's no ending... enjoy!

NOTE: Just a language warning on this one guys, there's a touch of potty mouth :)


I found my sister. I saw her and my heart leapt. Her face was red, and tears were flowing freely. That woman was there, why couldn’t she just leave her alone? I rushed to her, my arms outstretched. I pulled her close to me, felt her sobbing against my chest as I held her tightly to me. I had to protect her. The woman was saying something, trying to justify bringing my sister to tears like this. 

“If you have issues with me, they are between you and me, there’s no need to bring my sister into this.”  I heard myself say. I just wanted her to stop, to leave us so that I could stop the tears, so that I could make my little sister smile again. She was talking again but I wasn’t paying attention, I just wanted my little sister’s hurt to stop.

She couldn’t stand, she sat down on the gravel, dirtying her apron and continued to sob. I knelt next to her and held her close. The woman was still talking.

“I’m sorry but you’ll just have to get back to work.” She barked before walking off. I tried in vain to calm my closest friend. I held her close to me and tried to soothe her. As the flow of tears steadied and her sobs ceased to wrack her body I pulled away.

“What do you want to do?” I asked, “I can take you home, put on your shirt and finish your shift if you’d like,”

“No,” she replied, ever the trooper. “I just want her to go so that I can finish my shift. I just want to work and take my mind off things.”

I sighed. I didn’t know how to improve her pain. I helped her stand and walked her around to the front so that she could dry her tears.

“I’m here,” I said as we walked in. I purchased a coffee and a newspaper and sat at a table out the front. She came to confront me. I had no words. I couldn’t talk to this woman that was spitting vile and thoughtless things to me. I despised this town, I listened to her quarrel, searching for a way to make her see the light, but she wouldn’t have for all my efforts.

I’m sick of this town. Of the rumours and bullshit that goes around. Apparently I’d said some pretty nasty stuff that had her in tears. Apparently I’d said them to a close friend of mine that had confided in her. Apparently I think I can get away with anything because I’m gorgeous. That is what hurt me most of all, this woman scolding me like a child. I was clueless as to how I was to handle the situation, it was word against word. Nothing I could say to her would convince her of my confusion and innocence. Once a mind is made it can’t be unmade. I told her that apparently I sleep with a different bloke every weekend – that’s this town. A ‘close’ friend of mine had started that rumour – who’s to say another ‘close’ friend of mine didn’t start this one?

I’m beyond caring. If at her age, she seeks out the helpless younger sister of the person she has an issue with, what is she proving? What has my sister done to provoke her so? Nothing. I can vouch for that. She walked off.

Now my hands were numb. I couldn’t feel them, they’d gone all pins and needle-y and I could hardly move my fingers. My top lip was the same. I sat in the chair clasping my hands together to keep myself calm. I sat there until the feeling had passed and I could regain a sense of myself. How did this woman have this effect on me. She walked past.

“Friends and family aren’t allowed to just hang around and not do anything but of course you probably know that,” She said as she walked away.

Well fuck that. I was a paying customer, who said it wasn’t my right to sit in the chair at the bakery and drink my coffee and read my paper eh? Now who is clutching at straws.

I stayed there until she left. I wasn’t going to leave my sister with her at the risk of being attacked again. Who does she think she is to victimise my sister when she’d done nothing wrong? She didn’t own the joint, but carries about herself an air as though she does when the bosses leave. Fair enough she is in charge and perhaps I’m being a judgemental bitch here, but no, she doesn’t own the joint and she has absolutely no right to reduce my sister to tears that way.

I can’t wait to leave this town. I have to get out of here. With lover away it’s even harder to deal with the bullshit and the backstabbing friends and the watching what you say every way you turn. I just want to leave, get out of this wretched, gossipy town and make a start elsewhere. With new friends, friends that will look out for me like I look out for them. Not friends that start a rumour that you’re a cheating bitch the first weekend your partner is away.

- Copywright Julienne Carter June 2011. 

Tuesday, 14 June 2011

Today is the Day That We Get Up & Say

That we stand for what we believe in... no matter who or what gets in our wayyyy...

Lyrics to a song I wrote when I was like... 14 haha :) Gotta love it.

So do all girls have that weird sort of paranoia that I get? I mean look at it this way, I loooove lover, freaking love him to death and trust him beyond the grave right. But he's in Broome, has been for over 3 weeks and is no doubt missing a bit of action you know? I'm sitting dutifully at home by myself and working weekends etc etc and he's 3000km away, so I get to thinking... maybe there are hot girls in Broome. Maybe there are beautiful girls where he's staying, maybe he's met a couple, maybe there's a couple in his room... I mean come on he's hot shit!

I know I know I sound like a stupid woman and I know lover would never ever cheat on me - like ever ever, but sitting here in this old house by myself every night. GAHHHH I just need to get over it, it will be so much better when boy is back here with me... but that's only for one short week before he's gone again. I miss him LOADS! Am I crazy? Does anyone else feel this way. Good godliness.

Do everything so it's beautiful, try not to be as crazy as me! :) xx

Sunday, 12 June 2011

Cute or Lame?

So lover and I send each other pics of ourselves every day - a daily pic, so that we remember what we look like.

Cute or Lame? I think cute, but I guess if I heard other people doing it I'd be like... oh my god how gay..

Anyway :) food for thought :) xx

Friday, 10 June 2011

We Just Wanna Make the World Dance.... Forget About the Price Tag....

Everybody look to their left (yeah)
Everybody look to their right (ha)
Can you feel that (yeah)
We're paying with love tonight
It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag
Ain't about the (uh) Cha-Chang Cha-Chang.
Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Blang Ba-Blang
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.

Lyrics to Price Tag by Jessie J

Does anyone else think that the lyrics to this song are stupid? Not just you know, a stupid topic, because I think the topic is great... but I was listening to this song in the car the other day and I was driving (and I'd already done a few hours driving that day so forgive me for this) and I thought... it's kind of hypocritical don't you think?

Ok so here's what I mean, this chick is singing about "the money don't matter, lets make everybody dance and all be happy, yay yay yay and we can all eat rainbows and poop out money". Ok fair enough - then I gotsta thinkin'... wouldn't you be making a pretty sweet buck out of this 'money don't matter' song?

As it turns out.. the clever little minx made it to number one in France, Belgium, New Zealand, UK Singles Chart, Ireland, Hungary, and Germany and made it to number two in Australia... so you tell me... reckon she's earnt her fair share? You'd wanna bet. Now I'm not jealous... actually I am insanely jealous. She even gets to dress up cool and dance and sing and stuff and she gets paid for it ---- spewwwin!

Anyhow - do everything so it's beautiful :) xx

Thursday, 9 June 2011

And gifts shall be brought unto thee...

So body shop arrived today! And I've never been happier :) I freaking love all of my beautiful products that I've bought to spoilt myself with =D

I have gone a little over the top haha, but I'm most excited about the milk bath!! It's a powder and you put 1 tbs into your bath and it turns it into liquid silk... mmmm feels sooo damn good I can't wait to go home and use it! Of course that'll have to wait until after modelling. I feel like I'm so busy nowdays. I have to finish cleaning the house tonight too, so that it's spotless as there are people coming through the house to look at it tomorrow... so there goes my relaxing milk bath - you never know, I may just have a late bedtime and have a milk bath at like eleven or something =)

Anyhow, I'm off to enjoy myself with the spoils of my hard earned moulah :D

Do everything so that it's beautiful xx

Tuesday, 7 June 2011

Marty the Mud Crab =)

So it's back to work today after a beautiful 11 days off. I have to say I almost missed the daily grind, but only because I didn't really know what to do with myself when I was home alone with my goggy. Lover is sending me through photo's of the wonderful time he is having... here is Marty the Mudcrab that he got to go catch the other day, and has spent the last few days dining on the delicacy.


Jealous? I know I freaking am, and I don't even like eating crab! Anyway enough rubbing it in for now, no doubt I'll post later when I'm all upset and missing the lover but as of now I am just ploughing through the day as it comes - trying to keep busy so it goes quick! So seeya! I have some busying to do :)

Make everything beautiful. xx