I'm sorry, I'm not quite sure where this is... I'm guessing it's a mosque somewhere... der. I just found it on Tumblr. All I do know is that it looks amazing. To think of the work that has gone into it :O
Friday, June 24, 2011
Silence
On Thursday a lot of people from my year and I went to the youth road safety forum (I think that's what it's called). At my old school excursions were quite frequent but apparently at MFHS they're pretty rare, so everybody was very hyped up! I'm not going to go through every single event of the entire excursion, but there's one particular part of the day that really got to me. There were 3 speakers who spoke to us towards the end of the first part of the day, and each of these 3 speakers had suffered some sort of brain injury from a motor vehicle crash. It was painful to watch them limp up the stairs up to the podium thingo and when they first got up there, they just waved by way of greeting.When they started talking, everyone in the entire arena just fell silent. And I'm talking everyone - as in, thousands of high school kids. Can you imagine what it takes to get an arena full of teenagers to shut up? These speakers were immensely powerful - their words weren't even symbolic or complicated or anything, but to think that some twist of fate had stolen their ability to walk and talk properly was quite frightening to me. They described what had happened to have gotten them to that point, and also what their time in hospital to get back on their feet was like. They stumbled over words and laughed at themselves and continued retelling their story as if it didn't hurt them at all to relive what must have been painful memories. They were amazing.
-thelazydreamer
-thelazydreamer
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Attractive Lawyer at Career's Day LOL
Today was career's day.
The End.
Nah, I'm kidding. Obviously I have an opinion about this. Firstly, let me ask you guys out there, when you talk to a woman, do you really stare at their chests the whole time? I ask you this because throughout the whole day, in each session, the teachers kept repeating to the guys that this was a definite DON'T. Well der, but it strikes me as kind of odd that the male teachers kept reiterating this.
Secondly, when you're talking to a person, where do you look? Apparently there's this triangle thing that encompasses the person's eyes and nose, and you're meant to look somewhere in that triangle while you're talking to them. See, I find staring at someone's eyes intently while they speak kind of awkward, but I do it anyway.
And finally, listening to people talk all day is quite tiring, surprisingly.
These lawyers came and they looked exactly what I thought a lawyer would look like - all "well groomed" as the teachers like to say, and suited up. I would actually like to be a lawyer - it's one of the jobs I've had in my mind since I started high school. Anywho, the lawyers - a middle aged woman and a young-ish guy - were struggling to keep our attention. I mean, come on, expecting a bunch of teenagers to listen to you for eighty minutes straight is kind of unreasonable. And then this other (*cough* attractive *cough*) male lawyer walked in and every single girl in the room just swivelled in their seats to watch him walk down the stairs and sit down at the front. Everything was silent, for those few moments. It was quite amusing :D Unfortunately, he did not speak. Guys, here's a tip - wear a suit and girls will be all over you.
hehe, I just felt like I had to retell this story.
-thelazydreamer
The End.
Nah, I'm kidding. Obviously I have an opinion about this. Firstly, let me ask you guys out there, when you talk to a woman, do you really stare at their chests the whole time? I ask you this because throughout the whole day, in each session, the teachers kept repeating to the guys that this was a definite DON'T. Well der, but it strikes me as kind of odd that the male teachers kept reiterating this.
Secondly, when you're talking to a person, where do you look? Apparently there's this triangle thing that encompasses the person's eyes and nose, and you're meant to look somewhere in that triangle while you're talking to them. See, I find staring at someone's eyes intently while they speak kind of awkward, but I do it anyway.
And finally, listening to people talk all day is quite tiring, surprisingly.
These lawyers came and they looked exactly what I thought a lawyer would look like - all "well groomed" as the teachers like to say, and suited up. I would actually like to be a lawyer - it's one of the jobs I've had in my mind since I started high school. Anywho, the lawyers - a middle aged woman and a young-ish guy - were struggling to keep our attention. I mean, come on, expecting a bunch of teenagers to listen to you for eighty minutes straight is kind of unreasonable. And then this other (*cough* attractive *cough*) male lawyer walked in and every single girl in the room just swivelled in their seats to watch him walk down the stairs and sit down at the front. Everything was silent, for those few moments. It was quite amusing :D Unfortunately, he did not speak. Guys, here's a tip - wear a suit and girls will be all over you.
hehe, I just felt like I had to retell this story.
-thelazydreamer
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Oh my.
Well, this blog is awfully dead, is it not? And yes, I am aware I sound like a British person.
So the day before yesterday (Saturday) I finally gave in my submission for the SMH Young Writer of the Year competition. I have to say, that's probably the most effort I've ever put into a short story. I wrote about four drafts, got it checked by three teachers, and made my friends read it as well. Um, if you haven't realise, I'm a person who worries a lot. After checking and rechecking my entry a few billion times, I finally clicked 'Submit'. And that's all. I've been trying to convince myself that's what's done is done but here's a confession - I have this pathetic fear of not being 'great'. I just want my writing to be recognised somehow. But today I came to terms with the fact that there are thousands of other people around NSW who probably entered, and there will only be one winner out of all of them. The rest of them, no matter how fabulous, will 'lose'. So I'm alright with it. Damn, I don't even know why I'm writing this anymore :)
- thelazydreamer
So the day before yesterday (Saturday) I finally gave in my submission for the SMH Young Writer of the Year competition. I have to say, that's probably the most effort I've ever put into a short story. I wrote about four drafts, got it checked by three teachers, and made my friends read it as well. Um, if you haven't realise, I'm a person who worries a lot. After checking and rechecking my entry a few billion times, I finally clicked 'Submit'. And that's all. I've been trying to convince myself that's what's done is done but here's a confession - I have this pathetic fear of not being 'great'. I just want my writing to be recognised somehow. But today I came to terms with the fact that there are thousands of other people around NSW who probably entered, and there will only be one winner out of all of them. The rest of them, no matter how fabulous, will 'lose'. So I'm alright with it. Damn, I don't even know why I'm writing this anymore :)
- thelazydreamer
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Graphic of the day
Belated Day 10 : Things that annoy me
- assignments
- not having enough time
- my psycho mood swings
- people who gossip incessantly
- maths
- housework
- my mind
- the sound of nails against anything
- people telling me what to do
- many teachers
- people who chew with their mouths open
- people who talk with their mouths full
- many other things that I cannot be bothered listing.
- not having enough time
- my psycho mood swings
- people who gossip incessantly
- maths
- housework
- my mind
- the sound of nails against anything
- people telling me what to do
- many teachers
- people who chew with their mouths open
- people who talk with their mouths full
- many other things that I cannot be bothered listing.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Day 9 of challenge : Something that stresses me out
Well, der, exams stress me out. But I am more stressed out by performing, though I love it. My insides go crazy, I can't think straight, my ears get blocked for some insane reason. When I sing my voice is so hoarse and I can't quite hit the notes, though I reach them perfectly fine when nobody's watching me. If I'm playing keyboard then my tempo gets completely stuffed up, therefore I can't sing at the right tempo either. I can't walk in a straight line - gosh, it's almost as if I'm drunk actually. When I see people looking at me I want to burst out in tears. But hey, performing is fun. It gives you a massive adrenaline rush. But yes, it still stresses me out.
Adios my dears,
-thelazydreamer
Adios my dears,
-thelazydreamer
Day 8 of challenge : Something I'm afraid of
You do not want to get me started on how badly I am afraid of spiders. No, I'm not completely arachnaphobic, but OH MY GOSH I am afraid of spiders. They scare the living .... out of me. Just thinking about their bazillion eyes and hairy legs and gaaaaaaah I have to end this post now. Just now that I am afraid of spiders.
Goodbye.
-thelazydreamer
Goodbye.
-thelazydreamer
The beginning of the end. JOKES!
Hey guys, it's been a while since I've blogged. I've had a few assignments due, but other than that, I just haven't felt like going on the computer. My iPod seriously needs an update and this blog is going down the drain. :(
It's 10:30 pm and I never post at this hour. Nevertheless, I feel like this day should be commemorated. It's the 1st of June, and it was exactly one year ago that I became a student of MFHS. Throughout this year I've met a whole range of people, had some of the most amazing experiences, and went through many firsts (does that even make sense?).
I always talk about how great my friends are. I have never met people quite like them.
My creative side has been allowed to grow at MFHS... I think it was Durga who said that MFHS brings out the best in people - it allows people to be someone they never thought they could be. Wise words indeed.
I'm well on my way to conquering stage fright, I've written over fifty thousand words of stories, not to mention the fact that I've been taking my writing way more seriously AND I can now play the guitar.
However, there are a few amazing Brisbane people lacking in my life, and if they were here everything would be perfect. This one year at MFHS means one year away from them, and I hope that they haven't forgotten me just yet. People change, but I hope that they're still the same freaks that I love.
So, my dear internet peeps, appreciate what you have. Make the most of your time, wherever and whoever you are.
Ciao.
-thelazydreamer.
It's 10:30 pm and I never post at this hour. Nevertheless, I feel like this day should be commemorated. It's the 1st of June, and it was exactly one year ago that I became a student of MFHS. Throughout this year I've met a whole range of people, had some of the most amazing experiences, and went through many firsts (does that even make sense?).
I always talk about how great my friends are. I have never met people quite like them.
My creative side has been allowed to grow at MFHS... I think it was Durga who said that MFHS brings out the best in people - it allows people to be someone they never thought they could be. Wise words indeed.
I'm well on my way to conquering stage fright, I've written over fifty thousand words of stories, not to mention the fact that I've been taking my writing way more seriously AND I can now play the guitar.
However, there are a few amazing Brisbane people lacking in my life, and if they were here everything would be perfect. This one year at MFHS means one year away from them, and I hope that they haven't forgotten me just yet. People change, but I hope that they're still the same freaks that I love.
So, my dear internet peeps, appreciate what you have. Make the most of your time, wherever and whoever you are.
Ciao.
-thelazydreamer.
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