Monday, March 15, 2010

Who Needs Love?


Valentine's Day- The time of year when everyone's "special someone" gets to feel extra special and the rest of us get to watch. Yes, the forteenth of February is fast approaching and I'm just not feeling it. In fact, I think the Valentine's train may be about to squash me flat. My friends sit aboard, on their comfortable velvet seats, arm in arm, oblivious to my suffering.It seems lusicrous that a fifteen year old girl would refer to herself as singe, but it feels like the appropriate term. maybe it's the unrealistic portrayal of high school in TV shows and movies that makes a boyfriend seen as vital as an arm or leg. Perhaps it's the multitudes of teens and even preteens declaring their everlasting love for each other.Whatever the cause, recently there's been a change. Couples don't make me feel sad or envious anymore. They make me feel sick. "Why the change of heart?" you may ask. I'll tell you: it's because the word 'love' no longer means what it once did. No, now love is just the word girls use to manipulate boys into watching "The Notebook" and boys use to get into girls pants. It means "Sure, you'll do until i see something shinier". My sister is twelve and last year a friend of hers got her first boyfriend. About a week in they were "in love". Two months later they broke up over msn.I guess The Pussy Cat Dolls were right about one thing. I don't need a man to make it happen. Not on Valentine's Day or any other time of year. I refuse to feel as though I'm missing something just because a bunch of twelve year olds are buying each other hideous red and pink toys. They'll be broken up in a day or two anyway.
This is another piece I wrote for English(a while ago obviously). Tell me what you think :)
Cat xx

Monday, February 22, 2010

A poem...

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. My life is spectacularly uninteresting at the moment. This is a poem I was assigned to write for English. It had to start with

"I remember
my childhood"
and have no more than four words per line and I actually ended up with something I'm quite pleased with, so I thought I see what you guys thought. Don't be afraid to be honest (but not nasty please)

I remember
my childhood
my neighbours
new baby
who
made
me
feel
so old.


We started
to visit
my sister
and I
and all the other
kids on the street
to see
Tom, Nat
and Maya
in
their nice
little
house.

We would talk
and laugh
and we'd bake
and read stories
or tell our own
over the years
as Maya
learnt to speak
she had birthdays
that we celebrated
playing games
and eating cake.

A lively garden
they had
full of
colourful plants
they grew carrots
that we picked
and munched
as we chatted
we could never wait
for them to grow
to their full size
but Nat and Tom
didn't mind.

Nat told us
tall tales
about
their house
and
a young ghost boy
who haunted it
she was
so
convincing
it sent chills
up my spine
I knew they
weren't real
but it felt
like they were.
I remember the stories
I remember
the baking
I remember the garden
I remember
my childhood.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

"It's like totally kind what you're doing, but it won't make any difference"

Thank you Seli for giving me the Kreativ Blogger award! I won't complete the task because I did it just a few blogs ago here, but genuinely, thanks a bunch and a half.
I was also tagged by Zmaga for Cassie's Therapy Video tag, which I haven't posted in a while and which I absolutely love, so here we go:

source Abracadabra, Wow!
I like boys who like to think and girls who are nice to everyone.
I like doing methodical things like maths.
I like reading Harry Potter, no matter how many times.
I like drinking coffee, eating slices and talking with good friends at nice cafes.
I like waking up on a Sunday and realizing I can sleep in.
I like Bob Dylan lyrics.
I like netball training, it makes me feel healthy.
I like sunny parks on warm days with lots of friends.
I like finding great clothes when I don't expect to.
I like dancing to bad songs.
I like discovering new artists.
I like when someone makes me feel loved.
I love writing and reading.
Today I had a delicious chocolate slicey thing,
In some ways, I love everything. It’s less, it’s less of a thing to like, it’s less distinct, it’s less particular, I like things that I like but I love everything. There’s more choice in like, Cos even the worst things have things you love in them. I don’t know what you mean about things I hate…
I hate when some one's sad, and I can't help.
I hate regretting things that I can't fix or change.
I hate being laughed at.
I hate liking people I shouldn't.
I hate being let down by people I love.
I hate jogging but in a way, I like how I feel afterwards.
I hate waiting rooms.
I hate remembering my old self and not liking who I was.
I hate this, wow... sorry.
I'd like to tag both the Kreativ Blogger Award (in which you must write seven facts about yourself and tag it along to seven other bloggers) and Cassie's Therapy Video Tag along to: Maly, Camelgirl, Julia, Frangi, Phoebe, Scarz and Catherine. Enjoy :D
Cat xx

Monday, February 8, 2010

I'm in love with Stacy's Mom...

Images sourced here.


Hmmm, I would quite like a thoughtful bath boy to call my own.
Cat xx

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Have a read?

As I walked out onto the porch, I saw him for the second time. He was sitting on the brick wall outside his house now, where the bins were kept and the mailbox was. He had a cigarette in his hand and was looking onto the street, his brow furrowed, as though he was looking for something, or thinking about something important. For some reason, he looked at that moment, like everything I wanted. Something that was interesting; mysterious. Something I hadn’t been able to put my finger on until that moment. I so desperately wanted to talk to him, to know him. I stood there on my porch for a minute or two, watching him and trying to think of an excuse to approach him. Eventually I walked over, trying to look confident and jumped up to sit beside him on the wall.
“Can I have a drag?” I asked.
I knew how pathetic I probably sounded, but knew immediately that it was worth it, when he looked at me and a pack of butterflies went crazy inside me. He just studied me for a few, long moments, and then said:
“You smoke?”
The truth was I didn’t. I had before, but found it awful.
“A bit.” I answered.
“You shouldn’t. It’ll kill you.” He said, but handed me the cigarette.
I put the cigarette to my lips, trying to recall what Leah had told me the one time I’d tried this before. Taking it away from my lips, I passed it back to him and exhaled.
“I’m Elodie.” I offered, looking at him.
“Mitchell.” He replied, not turning to look back at me.


This is a story I've recently started writing, and I was wondering if anyone could give me some feedback on this paragraph? If you could tell what you think, and also whether you think the two should get together or just become really good friends, that'd be awesome. Thanks :)
Cat xx

Monday, February 1, 2010

And the girls want to know why boys like them so much.

I was visiting Frangipani Princess's Formspring page just as second ago and someone asked her:
You talk about all the important issues, but you don't talk about guy issues. You talk about hot celebreties but you don't talk about the guys you actually know :(
To which Frangi replied:
there's a simple explanation for that one:
I don't really know any guys. i've never had a boyfriend. never been kissed. i only have like, one guy friend, and he lives five hours away. if i had more knowledge or experience on the topic, i'd definitely post about it. i'll keep it in mind though, and maybe i'll do a post on it after i get settled in my new school :)
Which is perfectly reasonable, but it got me thinking (dangerous, I know.). I know lots of boys. I have heaps of boy...friends but no boyfriend to speak of. I know it's a stereotype, but it's true, guys are a lot less bitchy than girls and therefore far easier to be around. So why aren't there more boy/girl friendships? I can honestly talk to boys equally as easily as to girls. I think the whole mentality is something everyone just needs to get past because boys are great.
One of the people I can talk to about anything is a guy. He's one of my absoloute best friends and I know he'd never judge me or make me feel stupid. I sometimes feel that on the whole girls are a lot more judgemental of others. Not that I don't love a lot of girls too....that made me sound a bit slutty...
Cat xx

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Happy Birthday to ME :)

I just celebrated my fifteenth birthday, and I had such an awesome time.


In other news, I signed up for a formspring page, so if you want to ask me an anonymous question, I'll do my best to answer: www.formspring.me/CatsFab
School started today. I had mixed feelings, but it was a pretty good day on the whole. I missed people a lot, so it was really nice to see them again.
Cat xx

Friday, January 29, 2010

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Sabine Cara and Camelgirl both gave me the "Kreativ Blogger" tag. Thanks so much :)
So for this tag the idea is to write seven things about yourself and then tag it along to seven others. Here we go: One: I love old Disney fairytales and I collect old Disney videos. Two: I hate all team sports except for netball, which I love. Three: I mock trashy mags a lot, but secretly, I can't get enough. Four: I love dancing really, I'm just far too self concsious to do it in front of anyone. Five: I find dirty jokes hilarious. Six: I know all the steps to the Hoedown Throwdown. Seven: I like to project my perfect self into the blogosphere, removing any blemishes. Polly, Elfie, Selina, Eri, Julia, Frangi and Maly, consider yourselves tagged.


And here are a few vids/songs you should check out: :) :) :) :)

Cat xx

Monday, January 18, 2010

Nice to be back.

Julia has awarded me the "Happy 101" award. To complete this, post 10 things that make you happy and make sure you do at least one of them today:
Writing. Drinking chai tea. Listening to thunder storms while warm inside my house. Listening to Bob Dylan. Performing. Lazy, warm, beachy days. Underwater hand stands (the only kind I'm capable). Genuine compliments on bad days. Uncontrollable laughter. Friendly strangers.

I'm tagging this along to 7 things. On another note, I apologise for my absence for that past couple of weeks. I've been away at the beach. I'd forgotten how relaxing it can be to have no schedule and no obligation to spend time with friends.
I'd also like to say thank you to all 40 (yesss) of my marvellous followers; you all make my day.
Cat xx

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Sunrise...

Good morning all!
It's bright an early on Wednesday morning and I didn't sleep at all last night. A friend and I sat up all through the dark, chatting and watching "Sleeping Beauty". There's something ever so whimsical about being awake as the sun rises, and how quickly it happens. One moment we were whispering to black masses in complete darkness and the next we were speaking in normal tones surrounded by the fully announced morning sunlight.






The Earth is a wonderful and ever changing place.
Cat xx

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Christmas.

My Christmas was wonderful and filled with: family, friends, speeches, presents, moose juice, turkey, vouchers, pavlova, trees, decorations, introductions, anecdotes, chocolates, photos, stockings, laughter, a very pretty dress, shopping, the joy of giving, music, dancing, mince tarts, anticipation and love.

How was yours?
Cat xx

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Awards...

Sabine and Seli gave me the "Your Blog is Over the Top" award. Thank you Sabine! The particularly great thing about this award is that all I have to do is link it on to five more deserving bloggers. Easy. I think I just inadvertently won the Lazy Blogger Award. Maybe I should create one...nah, can't be bothered (Ahaha geddit?).

So, I'd like to link this along to the following fab bloggers:

Cat xx

Monday, December 21, 2009

I like things that I like, but I love everything.



Catherine tagged me for Cassie's Therapy Video Tag.
The task: fill in 12 likes, 1 love and 8 hates like Cassie in her therapy video. Below, the bolded things are what you MUST include. Watch Cassie's Video (linked above) to understand the tag.
Also, please link it back to Erimentha, and link it onto 3 other blogs you admire!
Abracadabra, Wow!
I like boys who make me think and girls who make me laugh.
I like summer, the holidays and all things Christmas.
I like feeling like I've achieved something.
I like discovering new music.
I like dancing like an idiot.
I like jumping on my trampoline on warm, sunny days.
I love being with family and friends.
Today I am buying a new pair of bathers.
In some ways, I love everything. Its less, its less of a thing to like, its less distinct, its less particular. I like things that I like but I love everything. There’s more choice in like. Cos even the worst things have things to love in them.
I don’t know what you mean about things I hate.
I hate upsetting people, without realising it.
I hate getting upset for a silly reason, then feeling bad about it, but being unable to stop either feeling.
I hate not being liked by someone, just because.
I hate not being able to sleep.
I hate being bored.
I hate not having the Internet for a week but in a way, I appreciate it lots now.
I hate being hungry, but nowhere near food.
I hate being wrong, but for some reason, too stubborn to admit it.
I hate this, wow. . .Sorry.
I.heart.Cassie.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Harry Potter Pick Up Lines...

You know you're a true Harry Potter nerd when you find Harry Potter pick up lines funny. Pick up lines like these:
Hagrid's not the only giant on campus, if you know what I mean.
Are you using the Confundus charm or are you just naturally mind blowing? I've been whomping my willow thinking about you.

I'd like to get my basilisk into your chamber of secrets.
One night with me and they'll be calling you MOANING Myrtle.



Wait, what am I talking about? Who could not find those funny?
Cat xx

Sunday, December 13, 2009

A Simple Twist of Fate...

The most lovely thing happened yesterday. I was catching the tram home from my drama Christmas party, and I remembered about halfway through the journey that I hadn't bought a ticket, so I went over to the machine. As I was pressing the buttons for a ticket I heard someone say "Excuse me". I turned around and there was a man looking at me, standing in front of the door. he asked me if I was buying a two hour and I said I was, so he passed his ticket to me.
"Have mine," he said, "I'm getting off here."
I thought it was so nice of him. Obviously he wasn't going very far out of his way, but it wouldn't occur to me to do something like that. It's funny, really. I spent my morning with my friends and my evening at a party with other friends, but the kindness of a stranger made my day. It reminded me that the world really is a friendly, wonderful place. From now on, I'm going to try and make small kind gestures, to remind others of it too.
Cat xx

Friday, December 11, 2009

There's No Denying Clouds Are Awesome...






There's something so wonderful about clouds.
They seem so impossible to me.
So beautiful and so simple.
Fluffy, white and delicate.
An other-worldly, visual escape.
Cat xx

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Bob Dylan is rather superb...

Good afternoon.
Thanks so much for everyone who's commented or followed recently. You guys are le shiz.
These are the lyrics to one of my favourite songs "Lily, Rosemary and The Jack of Hearts" by Bob Dylan. You might not like the song itself, it's sort of country and fairly repetitive, but I highly recommend you read the lyrics. It's a narrative about this group of criminals led by "The Jack of Hearts" who come into this town to rob a bank. While most of them are breaking into the bank, "The Jack of Hearts" is in the cabaret, distracting everyone and he gets in the middle of all the other stuff that's going on with the corrupt rich guy, his unhappy wife and his young, gorgeous mistress. It's so cool.

"The festival was over, the boys were all plannin' for a fall,
The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall,
The curfew had been lifted and the gamblin' wheel shut down,
Anyone with any sense had already left town,
He was standin' in the doorway lookin' like the Jack of Hearts

He moved across the mirrored room, "Set it up for everyone," he said,
Then everyone commenced to do what they were doin' before he turned their heads,
Then he walked up to a stranger and he asked him with a grin,
"Could you kindly tell me, friend, what time the show begins?",
Then he moved into the corner, face down like the Jack of Hearts,

Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs,
Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair,
Outside the streets were fillin' up, the window was open wide,
A gentle breeze was blowin', you could feel it from inside,
Lily called another bet and drew up the Jack of Hearts

Big Jim was no one's fool, he owned the town's only diamond mine,
He made his usual entrance lookin' so dandy and so fine,
With his bodyguards and silver cane and every hair in place,
He took whatever he wanted to and he laid it all to waste,
But his bodyguards and silver cane were no match for the Jack of Hearts

Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town,
She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown,
She fluttered her false eyelashes and whispered in his ear,
"Sorry, darlin', that I'm late," but he didn't seem to hear,
He was starin' into space over at the Jack of Hearts

"I know I've seen that face before," Big Jim was thinkin' to himself,"
Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up on some body's shelf,
"But then the crowd began to stamp their feet and the house lights did dim,
And in the darkness of the room there was only Jim and him,
Starin' at the butterfly who just drew the Jack of Hearts,

Lily was a princess, she was fair-skinned and precious as a child,
She did whatever she had to do, she had that certain flash every time she smiled,
She'd come away from a broken home, had lots of strange affairs,
With men in every walk of life which took her everywhere,
But she'd never met anyone quite like the Jack of Hearts,

The hangin' judge came in unnoticed and was being wined and dined,
The drillin' in the wall kept up but no one seemed to pay it any mind,
It was known all around that Lily had Jim's ring,
And nothing would ever come between Lily and the king,
No, nothin' ever would except maybe the Jack of Hearts

Rosemary started drinkin' hard and seein' her reflection in the knife,
She was tired of the attention, tired of playin' the role of Big Jim's wife,
She had done a lot of bad things, even once tried suicide,
Was lookin' to do just one good deed before she died,
She was gazin' to the future, riding on the Jack of Hearts

Lily washed her face, took her dress off and buried it away,
"Has your luck run out?" she laughed at him, "Well, I guess you must have known it would someday,
Be careful not to touch the wall, there's a brand-new coat of paint,
I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint."
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts,

The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair,
"There's something funny going on," he said, "I can just feel it in the air.",
He went to get the hangin' judge, but the hangin' judge was drunk,
As the leading actor hurried by in the costume of a monk,
There was no actor anywhere better than the Jack of Hearts

No one knew the circumstance but they say that it happened pretty quick,
The door to the dressing room burst open and a cold revolver clicked,
And Big Jim was standin' there, ya couldn't say surprised,
Rosemary right beside him, steady in her eyes,
She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts

Two doors down the boys finally made it through the wall,
And cleaned out the bank safe, it's said that they got off with quite a haul,
In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground,
For one more member who had business back in town,
But they couldn't go no further without the Jack of Hearts,

The next day was hangin' day, the sky was overcast and black,
Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back,
And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn't even blink,
The hangin' judge was sober, he hadn't had a drink,
The only person on the scene missin' was the Jack of Hearts

The cabaret was empty now, a sign said, "Closed for repair,"
Lily had already taken all of the dye out of her hair,
She was thinkin' 'bout her father, who she very rarely saw,
Thinkin' 'bout Rosemary and thinkin' about the law,
But, most of all she was thinkin' 'bout the Jack of Hearts"
Cat xx

Friday, November 20, 2009

Finally...

Erimentha and Camelgirl have tagged me with this blogger tag created by Sabine. Here are the rules:

Choose 1 picture that makes you cringe.
Choose 2 pictures that you could stare at for 5 hours.
Chose 1 picture that shows a situation you want to be/ want to be in before you die.
Link 3 bloggers.
Link back to Sabine and the person who tagged you :)

90's fashion. Ick.


Gorgey, Anyone? He's one of my favourite "Gilmore Girls" character and his smile is soo nice.

I love "500 Days of Summer". I could watch it again and again.


I've always wanted to be a writer of some kind. A journalist or an author preferably. Also, isn't this the loveliest photo?
I'm tagging this onto: Athena, Miffie and Catherine.
Eri also tagged me for the One Lovely Blogger Award, which is lovely of her and very exciting. Thankyou! What I have to do for this one is list 7 things I love right now and then link it along:
1. The occasional rain, thunder and lightning (very very frightening).
2. "The Little Rascals". Cutest movie ever.
3. "Ghost's Child" by Sonya Hartnett. It's just the loveliest story.
4. Starburst lollipops.
5. Shady parks.
6. My blue and white sunnies.
7. Brown leather things. (Bags, shoes etc.)
And now I'll tag this along to: Camelgirl and Catherine.
Cat xx
P.S. this took me like a week to do. No clue why...

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

I really do love this world quite a lot...

Good evening everyone,
How are you all tonight?
Why do we always want to know? What makes us want to know what the meaning of life is? What happens after we die? If there's a god, if there's more than one? Of course, those questions have each their own answers. We want to know the meaning of life because we fear there isn't one, we wonder about the end because we're afraid that it really is the end and we hope for a god because we're afraid that it really is all down to us. It feels to me like it all comes down to fear. Why can't we accept life as we see it and just live? We all search for the peace we'll find in knowing, but I think there's a certain peace in feeling that what you know is all you need to know. I'm not anti-science or anti-religion, but I don't think these things, these questions, should dominate us. I just wish we could all take a deep breath and live.
Cat xx
Images sourced from the wonderful Sandra Juto.

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Remember to smile...

The ever wonderful Sanchez posted her monthly Bridget Lowry Inspired Post and I thought I'd follow her lead. Here we go.

I like sunshine, lollipops and rainbows.
I love remembering and anticipating.
I wish everyone could be happy and we could all smile together.
I remember going to the beach every day after school.
I will never finish loving the world.
I used to be sad and angry and feel unwanted.
but now I know better and I find myself rather happy.
If I had a magic wand I'd make the grass green, the sky blue and shape all the clouds like hearts.
and if I was god I'd live in those heart shaped clouds.

"Young people think oldness is the bottom of a mountain. In truth, it is the top. I am old, because I have lived a whole life. I have climbed a long, long way. When I look back the way I have come, I can see the town I was raised in, and my mother and father. I see houses I lived in, friends that I made, people and pets that I loved. I see the wrong turns that I took, places where I tripped, places where I skipped and sang and ran. I can see for years and years. To have such a view, you have to be standing at the top of a mountain."

"Love is like moonlight or thunder, or rain on a tin roof in the middle of the night: it is one of the things in life that is truly worth knowing."

-Some lovely quotes from "The Ghost's Child" by Sonya Hartnett.

Cat xx