Luke n I at dinner..

The Evil Santa Clause

I had quite a big day today. I got up, and then went to work. My first Sunday. I love working Sundays, not only because it's generally slower...but also because i get paid time and a half (which equates to about $12.90 an hour) I worked ten until two. It was like a dead town when I walked in there. The lady on the door looked excited at the prospect of an actual customer, until she realised that it was actually just me. The day soon quickened up though. I now find, that whenever there seems to be a "rush" of some kind starting, that damn Santa Claus doll will start singing. See, in case you didn't know what I was talking bout, there is this evil, life-size Santa Claus doll at work, that sings warped kinda Star Wars versions of Xmas songs. It's pure torture. Imagine a line of customers at your register metres long, fussy people causing problems, children screaming, the air conditioner is broken, and it's gotta be about 30 degrees in there, customers are complaining, and then guess what happens...the Santa Claus doll starts singing!! It's sooo sooo bad. The whole of the staff are all united in the mutual hatred of this doll. We want to smash it to pieces with a mallet. Honestly its so bad. Except I really do like work. I don't think I have such deep ponderings during it as Hannah does, except thoughts do occur. Love. That was the topic for today. And no I don't mean that mushy kinda of bf/gf love. I mean the self-sacrificing kind of love. I saw a young man taking care of two mentally retarded older men, parents wheeling their daughter in a wheelchair, and a mother caring for her little boy. He had something wrong with him. His whole body was purple and with strange markings on it. This poor little toddler. He really was adorable. It made me realise what love really was. Not the mushy feeling, the self-sacrificing one. Through all odds, and through all differences, and through everything these people go through, they are still there for their loved ones. Now this is true love...

Splits

splits are fun :)

I'm soooo clooosseee! Nearly there...

Formal Fever!

mi formal dress

mi formal shoes and hair piece

Gemma and I's day...in pictures

Gemma and I had an interesting day today....after getting home from shopping after I finished work (which explains why i am in my work clothes) we got home, bummed around, i taught gemma a bit of guitar, then we danced a bit to some music and then decided to have fun with Mum's digital camera! Observe the funny results... ;)

Gem's mockery of my cheerleading routine

Gem's improvised dance...

Gemma "attempting" to do a kick (but we know we love unflexible you :D)

Gemma playingthe guitar (well obviously, as well, not, but Gem doesn't play the guitar...I tried to teach her Matt Redman's "Heart of Worship" hehehe....)

Me playing the guitar (well not really, i had to pose for the pic, didn't i? :P But i do actually play the guitar usually)

Darrio's hip-hop dance, which looks strangely like Sian and Kelly's right at the moment...

The start of me doing "Tim's fave move" from Darrio's dance that we taught him at Winter Sleepout...many a moon ago... :P

Darrio's hip-hop dance once again, I look slightly drugged, seeing as I am in motion...Gem got me wen i was just in the air :D

Gemma doing "Tim's fave move" from Darrio's (mi dance teacher) dance

Gemma "breaking it down now!" to Darrio

i love fridays.... :D :D

The Amazing Race

I had a crazy day this morning. It started with Mel and Casey coming over to my house at 9am. We all had Art History as our first exam at 10.45am. So we decided we'd catch this bus that would get us there at 10.30 (we hav 2 be at skool 15mins b4 the exam) So we rocked up at Glenrose and looked at th bus timetable (because we just saw a bus that passed that we thought could possible by ours) and, just our luck!!!, we had missed our bus by 2mins!! Ok, no stress, I'm thinking, there'll be another bus, sure...so I scroll my eyes down, and the next bus doesnt come until 10.30!! And it takes 27 mins to get there...and our exams starts at 10.45!
So...we start majorly stressing...there is no way we can get to school...all of our parents can't take us...ok...stress...stress!!! We're gonna MISS OUR YEARLY EXAM!!! (and the school, let alone our parents would slaughter us...just think...prissy private school that thinks exams are the world) A lovley array of swear words then come out of our mouths as we realise the horrible predicament that we are in.
Ok...calm we think...we have Beth's phone (which everyone seems to think has unlimited credit on it so they always use it!) We'll call Mel's Dad...and get Lucinda's mobile number and ask her!! Lucinda doesnt answer... (we're up to 2 calls already) We'll call someone else...we stop and think for a while... HELEN!!! We can call Helen...she'll be in the Church right? right?! So we call her up...no one answers..then we try her work phone...no-one anwswers! Crap! OK...ummmm....Tom!!! Tom will be at the Church...so we call up Tom (5 calls already) We actually get an answer this time...Tom's wondering "What the hell?" as he confuddly tells us he's in Chatswood! And Helen's away somewhere in a conference not at church! Ok...serious probs... the frantic praying starts... Who else do we know that can drive and will be around here??? Rach!! We start to call Rach...then realise..oh wait! Rach is a slow poke and STILL isnt on her P's, so she cant take us, and we hang up before she gets a chance to answer... Then we think...ok, if we can get onto Lucinda then we can get Riley's number and get him to take us...hes finished HSC, so he should be able to... so 2 more phone calls to Lucinda (thats 8 calls by now) and she finally picks up, but she is whispering into the phone because she's in class. We get Riley's number and BEG him on the phone to pick us up, (even tho we woke him up when we called) and he says he can..in 20mins..So by the time he picks us up at 10.35 we have 10 mins still exams start and we really should be there now. We tell Riley th full story in the car and he's like, "Oh, exams! I better get you there fast then!" SO he puts his foot down on the accelerator and its this mad rush, we're speeding through the streets (we got 3 green lights in a row where you never ever get them) switching lanes at rapid speeds and taking illegal right hand turns. He gets us there in 10mins flat. A record, by my standards. We jump out of the car, rushed thankyou's, SPRINTING into the school...its completly deserted, we can't find our room..we dump our bags down on the floor, our exam room is right next to our lockers (its been moved) and we all burst into the door, huffing and panting at lack of breath, literally just as they were about to start!! We take our seats, I sit down, have a massive laugh and silent conversations of explanations with friends..then sit down and write the crappest Art exam I've possibly ever done...'tis all bullshit by my standards...but they lap it all up so I'm sure I'll pass...
And that was our amazingly hectic, stressful and funny morning!!

Well...(to continue on from before) What to say?
Do you think it is possible that I can just "start" blogging again and things will be the same? Helen seems to have managed pretty well...
I'm just not sure about myself really...I don't know..I don't know if it can ever come back...if it can ever be the same?

Well...

Break

I think I'm going to have a break from blogging and see how it goes.
Wow I seriously never thought this would happen. 225 posts.
Goodbye blog...for now :'(
The end of an era...

The End?

It's so sad. People are stopping blogging. Officially and unofficially. And the scary thing is that I have lost my passion for blogging as well. I was reading Mel's last blog and a thought popped into my head that I thought I would never hear. "Maybe I should stop blogging?"
I don't know right now. I don't think I could bring myself to do it. But I'm sure it's better than letting my poor blog sit here and hardly be touched. Like it is now. But I don't think I could finally end it. Or maybe I could? Blogging was so good while it lasted. Things change so quickly. It's just...not the same..I'm undecided right at the moment.
The strange this is I'm actually sad about this.

I got the job!
I'm now a Target Trainee at the Mall
Wow how fun. :P

Church 2nite was very strange. Firstly, there was a very small congregation, only about 25 people or so. SO it was very quiet. And secondly, it was really rushed through. So people could go home and watch the football. Ash and I thought that was ridiculous. We hate the football. The service was finished at 7:30! And by 20 2 8 the lights were turned off in a subtle attempt to get us out of there. We went to Macca's. Sal drove us..she was talking about formals with us. I love Sal, she's good quality stuff she is. Luke you have a very great family.
So neway, Macca's was fun. We talked about our trips, and Monty and Tim got annoyed at me for "cheating". Which I did not. It's part of their culture! And I can't help it that he said Bonjour in a very sexy way. I threw coke all over Tim though. THAT sure was fun. And so deserved too. He was (as usual) bagging out Gemma and I. And I bashed Monty up. His nose was bleeding. That was very funny...he wiped up muck on the ground with my thongs...so I attacked him with them. He did deserve it.
Wow I felt so tough tonight. I got my back on 2 guys. Mwhahaha...

How to Acheive the Perfect Life:

Pete Murray induces great thoughts.
His songs feel like the soundtrack to my life.
Listening to them as driving to Tontouta Airport on Saturday I was thinking...
I am quite happy with my life, with myself, with where I am today. (Could it be perfect? But then again, what really is the definition for perfect? And doesn't it all really come down to your own induvidual definition?)

per·fect ( P ) (pûrfkt) adj.
1. Lacking nothing essential to the whole; complete of its nature or kind.
2. Being without defect or blemish: a perfect specimen.

See I don't agree with this definition. The definition that society wants us to acheive. "Perfect" according to this definition is something that no human can acheive. Because no humans are perfect. Only God is perfect. So this unachievable thing that humans (pushed and pressured on by society) aim to achieve..is...well...never acheivable, never humanly possible. But wait, hope is not all lost. According to that definition, it is not possible. But I think...on the contrary...that it actually is. If we follow a different definition...our own personal one. Read on and you'll find mine...

As all humans do, there are certain things that we strive for...but will we ever be happy? No. not if we are aiming for "perfection"
I personally, have decided to give up on wanting that new thing, on striving for "perfection". There is never going to be a time when there is nothing more I want. It's the same for everyone. Admit it. Deep down inside, there is still that "one more last thing" that would just "make life perfect"
As I said before, life can't really ever be "perfect". It's all about your mindset. Perfect is what YOU make it.
If you finally ever acheive that thing that you want, that "perfect" thing, there will still be "one more thing" that you want that you think will FINALLY acheive that perfect life. But people...sorry if I sound pessimistic..but there is no "perfect" life.
Perfect is what you make it.
You can acheive your own perfect.
You just have to believe that what you have is great...and sometimes you will even find more
Life is what you make it.
It can be perfect if you want it to be. Just be happy with where you are and what you have and be grateful to God for all. There will always be bad days...but strive for the positive and a good, fufilling life (that i personally only think can come from a good relationship with God) and you will have the perfect life.
If you really think about it...deep down inside...most people really do have their perfect life...
they just haven't realised it yet...because their definition is wrong (oh the woes of the English language ;) )
So change your definition people....and you're on your way!

I'm baaaaakkk
Noumea was so great
SO many things to talk about, things happened. So much to blog
I took 73 pictures...wow...I'm so excited!!
I have a job interview for Target on Wednesday!
Wow I missed everyone so much!!
Did ya miss me?
We're having a special dinner 2nite because it's my brother Callum's birthday (he's 13) (it's Mitch's b'day as well - he's 18)
OOppsss people are here.
I'll blog later
Bye