Couldn't agree more.
However, if you're like me, purple, black and blue
are also perfectly acceptable whenever the hell you want.
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Yay For Long Weekends.
And sorry for my long silences. As most of you know, my first semester of university commenced in March, and it's taken me a whole month and a half to get into the swing of things. Note: university is absolutely, totally, 100% nothing like high school.
But nevertheless, it's great. And you'll get plenty of posts about it soon.
For now, I'm enjoying my break- a long weekend, plus a week off uni for the Easter period. So necessary. Now I have all the time in the world to not work on those assignments I have due in just over a week. Good stuff. (Why is motivation so hard to find but so easy to lose?)
I don't think motivation and long weekends are supposed to go together. So, bloggers, enjoy your Easter weekend, do absolutely nothing if you please, and stick around because I will be back soon.
...after the weekend.
Happy Easter,
x.
But nevertheless, it's great. And you'll get plenty of posts about it soon.
For now, I'm enjoying my break- a long weekend, plus a week off uni for the Easter period. So necessary. Now I have all the time in the world to not work on those assignments I have due in just over a week. Good stuff. (Why is motivation so hard to find but so easy to lose?)
I don't think motivation and long weekends are supposed to go together. So, bloggers, enjoy your Easter weekend, do absolutely nothing if you please, and stick around because I will be back soon.
...after the weekend.
Happy Easter,
x.
Sunday, April 6, 2014
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Friday, February 7, 2014
Mission Unstoppable.
Hey hey bloggers, happy Friday night!
I'm really excited, so let's get straight into this.
So at the beginning of last year, my 'new years resolution' was to become closer to God. Unlike the traditional weight loss resolutions, this one actually came to be- I did get closer to God, and just quickly, can I say- it's wonderful.
So now here I am and it's 2014 and I'm still walking with God (tripping many times, but trying my best) and it's all fine and dandy, so I decided to set myself a resolution for 2014: I'm going to start changing lives.
How?
Well that's what I thought about, too.
And that's when I came up with Mission Unstoppable.
Now, if you know anything about me, you'll probably know this already, and if you don't know anything about me, then you'll learn something new.
There is nothing in this world that breaks my heart more than poverty. Everyone in this world will experience death and violence and illness in some way, shape or form, but not everyone has to experience poverty. And that's what I think is unfair.
Walking through the streets of Melbourne's bustling CBD, I'm reduced to tears at the number of homeless people lining the streets with empty hats and buckets before them. The rest of the city barely acknowledges their existence, or the fact that they are human beings with souls, dreams, fears and identities. To the rest of the city, they are collectively named 'the homeless', all swept under the same blanket.
I think I'd be wasting my time if I tried to appeal to a sense of humanity in people and tried to get them to spare a five dollar note every now and again. People shouldn't need to be poked and prodded into giving and sharing and loving. What kind of a world do we live in when we need to ask people to care?
So I've decided to take it upon myself. I'm going to feed the hungry.
I might have mentioned in one of my earlier posts that I have finally found myself a job. I'm loving the look of my bank account right now, because it means I can finally buy the clothes and shoes and bags I've been lusting after since I became broke. But it also means I can now share, and my sharing comes in the form of Mission Unstoppable. Here's how it's going to go:
I'm going to take $50 out of my bank account every month when my pay comes in. Then I'm going to halve it.
Then I'm going to divide one of the halves- $25 will become $12.50.
With $12.50, I'm going to buy a few loaves of bread, some spreads, maybe some ham or salami, some lettuce, cheese, tomato and a bulk pack of water bottles/ juices/ soft drinks. And some sprinkles.
With this, I'm going to make lunch packs, consisting of a sandwich, a drink and a cupcake. With sprinkles.
Then, when I make about a dozen or so of these, I'm going to take them to the city and feed some hungry people. This will happen twice a month. And that's one half of the $50 gone.
With the other half of the $50- or the other $25- I'm going to divide it by four, giving me $5. There are four weeks in a month. If I have $5 for every week, I can buy one person a nice hot, fresh lunch every week.
And that's Mission Unstoppable.
I'm calling it 'unstoppable', because I don't plan on slowing down, and if all goes to plan, it's only going to grow from here. I'm hoping that as I begin to earn more, I'll be able to give more. I'd like to get these people warm blankets and clothes, and maybe backpacks to carry their belongings. Whatever else they could use, I want to be able to give it. It doesn't take a whole lot to change a life.
I'll be kicking off the Mission soon, so watch this space for updates. I'd love your support.
Endless love to you all,
X.
I'm really excited, so let's get straight into this.
So at the beginning of last year, my 'new years resolution' was to become closer to God. Unlike the traditional weight loss resolutions, this one actually came to be- I did get closer to God, and just quickly, can I say- it's wonderful.
So now here I am and it's 2014 and I'm still walking with God (tripping many times, but trying my best) and it's all fine and dandy, so I decided to set myself a resolution for 2014: I'm going to start changing lives.
How?
Well that's what I thought about, too.
And that's when I came up with Mission Unstoppable.
Now, if you know anything about me, you'll probably know this already, and if you don't know anything about me, then you'll learn something new.
There is nothing in this world that breaks my heart more than poverty. Everyone in this world will experience death and violence and illness in some way, shape or form, but not everyone has to experience poverty. And that's what I think is unfair.
Walking through the streets of Melbourne's bustling CBD, I'm reduced to tears at the number of homeless people lining the streets with empty hats and buckets before them. The rest of the city barely acknowledges their existence, or the fact that they are human beings with souls, dreams, fears and identities. To the rest of the city, they are collectively named 'the homeless', all swept under the same blanket.
I think I'd be wasting my time if I tried to appeal to a sense of humanity in people and tried to get them to spare a five dollar note every now and again. People shouldn't need to be poked and prodded into giving and sharing and loving. What kind of a world do we live in when we need to ask people to care?
So I've decided to take it upon myself. I'm going to feed the hungry.
I might have mentioned in one of my earlier posts that I have finally found myself a job. I'm loving the look of my bank account right now, because it means I can finally buy the clothes and shoes and bags I've been lusting after since I became broke. But it also means I can now share, and my sharing comes in the form of Mission Unstoppable. Here's how it's going to go:
I'm going to take $50 out of my bank account every month when my pay comes in. Then I'm going to halve it.
Then I'm going to divide one of the halves- $25 will become $12.50.
With $12.50, I'm going to buy a few loaves of bread, some spreads, maybe some ham or salami, some lettuce, cheese, tomato and a bulk pack of water bottles/ juices/ soft drinks. And some sprinkles.
With this, I'm going to make lunch packs, consisting of a sandwich, a drink and a cupcake. With sprinkles.
Then, when I make about a dozen or so of these, I'm going to take them to the city and feed some hungry people. This will happen twice a month. And that's one half of the $50 gone.
With the other half of the $50- or the other $25- I'm going to divide it by four, giving me $5. There are four weeks in a month. If I have $5 for every week, I can buy one person a nice hot, fresh lunch every week.
And that's Mission Unstoppable.
I'm calling it 'unstoppable', because I don't plan on slowing down, and if all goes to plan, it's only going to grow from here. I'm hoping that as I begin to earn more, I'll be able to give more. I'd like to get these people warm blankets and clothes, and maybe backpacks to carry their belongings. Whatever else they could use, I want to be able to give it. It doesn't take a whole lot to change a life.
I'll be kicking off the Mission soon, so watch this space for updates. I'd love your support.
Endless love to you all,
X.
Monday, February 3, 2014
Things Are Looking Up.
Happy February everyone!
It's more than a happy February for me, since I still have an entire month left until I begin university. I'm now enrolled and registered for classes, and all that is left is the purchasing of textbooks. But until I need to concern myself with textbooks, I won't, cause things are coming along tip-top terrific and there is far too much to be cheery about.
Here's my list:
It's more than a happy February for me, since I still have an entire month left until I begin university. I'm now enrolled and registered for classes, and all that is left is the purchasing of textbooks. But until I need to concern myself with textbooks, I won't, cause things are coming along tip-top terrific and there is far too much to be cheery about.
Here's my list:
- I finally have a job again: after six months of living off of my mother, nothing could have been sweeter than depositing my first paycheck.
- Old friends: the kind where you can pick up where you left off every time.
- New friends: the kind who excite and enthrall you, and bring out new sides of you.
- Beautiful weather: balmy nights with the windows left open, and sunshine that just seems to hug you every time you step outside.
- Baking cookies: I've moved on from cupcakes, and cookies are the way to go for now. My new cookie cutters are just the bees knees.
- Sun hats: I love them
- Back packs: I love these too.
- Poached eggs on avocado: ever since I bought my little egg poaching cups, it's all I've been eating for breakfast.
- Starting university in March: I am so excited for this new chapter and everything it has in store.
- Buying my car: I have no words. I can't even wait to drive my baby home.
- Good vibes: they're surrounding me lately, and I feel so blessed.
- God's favour: also surrounding me, and I could not feel more grateful.
Okay, your turn now- what's making you happy this month? Let's spread the smiles.
Much love 'til next time.
x.
Thursday, January 16, 2014
With Love From Mexico.
Okay, it is currently 11.20am, I've worked up a sweat approximately four times, and our air-conditioner is on its highest setting. Oh, heat waves.
I've been feeling really sorry for my rabbit, Gizmo, but the thing is, he doesn't like being indoors. He gets all antsy and freaked out, and he lasts about ten minutes before he wants to be let back out. So, since it's already close to 40℃, I've resorted to pouring buckets of cold water on him. Initially he wasn't a fan, but I think he's starting to enjoy it. The result is incredibly cute. I shall post a picture, if he will ever hold still.
So I told you I'd come back and fill you in on the other more exciting things that were keeping me from blogging. I'll start with the most exciting- meeting my penpal of three years.
Okay, so in early 2010, I decided- for some reason- that I might like to find myself a penpal. Now mind you, I already had a penpal- my cousin in Sri-Lanka- but at some point, one of us stopped writing and I guess I just forgot about him (I really hope he's not reading this*). Anyway, I made myself a profile on interpals.net and waited. Occassionally I would search for people myself, but a lot of the time, people either didn't reply to my messages, or when they did, they were just incredibly douchey/rude/lame/hard to understand. In October, I stumbled across the profile of 'Klesker'. He was Mexican, and one year older than me. We had similar interests, and he did seem awfully friendly. So I messaged him. He messaged back. We talked. We added each other on Facebook. We talked a little more. We added each other on Skype. We talked a bit there too. We sent letters and presents, we made each other CD's and keepsakes. By 2012, I confidently called this Mexican boy whom I'd never really met, my best friend.
Regardless of time differences, and the fact that the two of us were leading completely different lives in completely different hemispheres of the globe, we managed to make the friendship work. I'd text him in class, and we'd Skype just before I went to bed and he left for school. He'd send me pictures from his travels, and I'd send him pictures of.. well- Melbourne. Despite the enormous distance, he was often closer to me than some of my friends just around the corner.
So that's the back story- I met this kid online and we became the best of friends. How lovely, right?
But get this.
In December, he spent a day and a half travelling- spent Christmas all by himself on a plane over the sea- to come and surprise me, here in Melbourne, in my house, on Christmas Day. Just let that sink in for one second. It still hasn't sunk in for me.
So apparently his plane landed at about 9.30pm, and he was at my doorstep by about 11.30pm. Now, with it being Christmas Day and all, I was mighty exhausted and in bed and asleep by about 10pm. An hour and a half later, I was awoken to my sister- and my Mexican penpal- standing in my bedroom.
I can't even put into words the bizarre mix of emotions I had going once I realised he was really there. The guy who usually existed on my laptop screen was now sitting next to me, on my bed, in my room, perfectly three-dimensional and real.
He told me he was only staying for a week, before heading off to Sydney, then New Zealand, then China and then finally back to Mexico; in between pinching myself to make sure I really wasn't dreaming, I had to think of ways to fit the very best of Melbourne into six very short days. Pictures are coming.
Spending a week with my Mexican penpal was such an incredible experience. Aside from it being the nicest thing that anyone has ever done for me- ever- I realised, in retrospect, that it was an experience that helped shape me, too. So, amigo, if you're reading this, I hope you enjoyed Australia and I hope you enjoyed finally meeting me.
Time to go stand outside and spray myself down with the garden hose.
I'll be back tonight.
X.
*- I still love you, cus!
I've been feeling really sorry for my rabbit, Gizmo, but the thing is, he doesn't like being indoors. He gets all antsy and freaked out, and he lasts about ten minutes before he wants to be let back out. So, since it's already close to 40℃, I've resorted to pouring buckets of cold water on him. Initially he wasn't a fan, but I think he's starting to enjoy it. The result is incredibly cute. I shall post a picture, if he will ever hold still.
So I told you I'd come back and fill you in on the other more exciting things that were keeping me from blogging. I'll start with the most exciting- meeting my penpal of three years.
Okay, so in early 2010, I decided- for some reason- that I might like to find myself a penpal. Now mind you, I already had a penpal- my cousin in Sri-Lanka- but at some point, one of us stopped writing and I guess I just forgot about him (I really hope he's not reading this*). Anyway, I made myself a profile on interpals.net and waited. Occassionally I would search for people myself, but a lot of the time, people either didn't reply to my messages, or when they did, they were just incredibly douchey/rude/lame/hard to understand. In October, I stumbled across the profile of 'Klesker'. He was Mexican, and one year older than me. We had similar interests, and he did seem awfully friendly. So I messaged him. He messaged back. We talked. We added each other on Facebook. We talked a little more. We added each other on Skype. We talked a bit there too. We sent letters and presents, we made each other CD's and keepsakes. By 2012, I confidently called this Mexican boy whom I'd never really met, my best friend.
Regardless of time differences, and the fact that the two of us were leading completely different lives in completely different hemispheres of the globe, we managed to make the friendship work. I'd text him in class, and we'd Skype just before I went to bed and he left for school. He'd send me pictures from his travels, and I'd send him pictures of.. well- Melbourne. Despite the enormous distance, he was often closer to me than some of my friends just around the corner.
So that's the back story- I met this kid online and we became the best of friends. How lovely, right?
But get this.
In December, he spent a day and a half travelling- spent Christmas all by himself on a plane over the sea- to come and surprise me, here in Melbourne, in my house, on Christmas Day. Just let that sink in for one second. It still hasn't sunk in for me.
So apparently his plane landed at about 9.30pm, and he was at my doorstep by about 11.30pm. Now, with it being Christmas Day and all, I was mighty exhausted and in bed and asleep by about 10pm. An hour and a half later, I was awoken to my sister- and my Mexican penpal- standing in my bedroom.
I can't even put into words the bizarre mix of emotions I had going once I realised he was really there. The guy who usually existed on my laptop screen was now sitting next to me, on my bed, in my room, perfectly three-dimensional and real.
He told me he was only staying for a week, before heading off to Sydney, then New Zealand, then China and then finally back to Mexico; in between pinching myself to make sure I really wasn't dreaming, I had to think of ways to fit the very best of Melbourne into six very short days. Pictures are coming.
Spending a week with my Mexican penpal was such an incredible experience. Aside from it being the nicest thing that anyone has ever done for me- ever- I realised, in retrospect, that it was an experience that helped shape me, too. So, amigo, if you're reading this, I hope you enjoyed Australia and I hope you enjoyed finally meeting me.
Time to go stand outside and spray myself down with the garden hose.
I'll be back tonight.
X.
*- I still love you, cus!
2014.
Good morning bloggers!
I hope you all had a very merry Christmas and wonderful new year! I know I did.
And now my first post for the year is only sixteen days late!
...sorry.
I've been meaning to share all my latest with you, but I've been so so busy. You see the thing is, at the end of 2013, which- might I add- was absolutely wonderful to me, I decided 2014 would be even better. Not only would it be a good year, it would be the year that things start happening. A year of change, new beginnings, fresh starts, goals achieved and life coming together. It would be the year that things get done.
And oh, how that excites me. The hope I have for this year is on an unprecedented level, for me at least.
So, what better way to kick off my 2014- my year of getting things done- than to get some things done on a smaller scale first: my bedroom.
Around the middle of 2013, it dawned on me that my room was much less a bedroom than a storage warehouse for all the nonsense I had some how coaxed myself into hoarding. Upon doing some investigating and finding that I had a cupboard full of books from year 10, an impossible ball of headphones, cords and chargers in my bedside table, and a wardrobe that avalanched on me every time I opened the door, I decided that disaster was imminent and change was necessary.
But, as I said, this was the middle of 2013 and year 12 has no mercy and leaves you no time. So, for the next six months I lived in filth and I'm rather ashamed to say, it only got worse.
So bad, in fact, that after my last exam, I did not want to party or go on holiday or celebrate. No no. I just wanted to clean my room.
And oh, how I did just that.
Anyway, I did a lot of cleaning and a bit of re-shuffling with my furniture. I got some new additions, like bedlinen and desk organisers, and I got rid of a lot of stuff. Like, emphasis on 'a lot'.
And by 'a lot' I mean the following:
- 4 laundry baskets full of old school books and papers
- half a garbage bag of shoes
- 1 garbage bag full of school uniforms
- 2 garbage bags full of clothes
- enough dust to stuff two single bed doona covers.
And I promise you, I'm not exaggerating.
But finally, I'm finished. Everything is clean, everything is tidy, and everything is organised. Now all that's left is re-vamping my bedrooms decor, and I can't wait.
So anyway, that explains most of the reason for me being silent for a while. Other reasons include:
- my best friend and pen pal from Mexico flying halfway across the world to surprise me at my home on Christmas Day
- meeting and becoming friends with some German back packers
- getting a summer job
- getting back to fitness
- being too hot to leave the icy cold wonderland of my shower during this heat wave
These (and more) I will fill you in on later today. Apparently it's going to be 44 degrees (celsius, for any readers from around the world) so let's be honest, I won't be doing anything else.
Breakfast time now.
See you soon.
X.
And now my first post for the year is only sixteen days late!
...sorry.
I've been meaning to share all my latest with you, but I've been so so busy. You see the thing is, at the end of 2013, which- might I add- was absolutely wonderful to me, I decided 2014 would be even better. Not only would it be a good year, it would be the year that things start happening. A year of change, new beginnings, fresh starts, goals achieved and life coming together. It would be the year that things get done.
And oh, how that excites me. The hope I have for this year is on an unprecedented level, for me at least.
So, what better way to kick off my 2014- my year of getting things done- than to get some things done on a smaller scale first: my bedroom.
Around the middle of 2013, it dawned on me that my room was much less a bedroom than a storage warehouse for all the nonsense I had some how coaxed myself into hoarding. Upon doing some investigating and finding that I had a cupboard full of books from year 10, an impossible ball of headphones, cords and chargers in my bedside table, and a wardrobe that avalanched on me every time I opened the door, I decided that disaster was imminent and change was necessary.
But, as I said, this was the middle of 2013 and year 12 has no mercy and leaves you no time. So, for the next six months I lived in filth and I'm rather ashamed to say, it only got worse.
So bad, in fact, that after my last exam, I did not want to party or go on holiday or celebrate. No no. I just wanted to clean my room.
And oh, how I did just that.
Anyway, I did a lot of cleaning and a bit of re-shuffling with my furniture. I got some new additions, like bedlinen and desk organisers, and I got rid of a lot of stuff. Like, emphasis on 'a lot'.
And by 'a lot' I mean the following:
- 4 laundry baskets full of old school books and papers
- half a garbage bag of shoes
- 1 garbage bag full of school uniforms
- 2 garbage bags full of clothes
- enough dust to stuff two single bed doona covers.
And I promise you, I'm not exaggerating.
But finally, I'm finished. Everything is clean, everything is tidy, and everything is organised. Now all that's left is re-vamping my bedrooms decor, and I can't wait.
So anyway, that explains most of the reason for me being silent for a while. Other reasons include:
- my best friend and pen pal from Mexico flying halfway across the world to surprise me at my home on Christmas Day
- meeting and becoming friends with some German back packers
- getting a summer job
- getting back to fitness
- being too hot to leave the icy cold wonderland of my shower during this heat wave
These (and more) I will fill you in on later today. Apparently it's going to be 44 degrees (celsius, for any readers from around the world) so let's be honest, I won't be doing anything else.
Breakfast time now.
See you soon.
X.
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