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Moi.
Basics.
Name: Andrea J
D.O.B: 04.02.91
Age: 22 years old
Nationality: Australian
Heritage: Chilean
A Life Worth Living.
Musac.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
7:39 PM
I have an odd fixation with cleaning products, or most things that can be sold through infomercials. This is bad now that I actually have money and a visa debit card.
I just bought a steam mop haha...and if my card didn't play up, I would have also bough a teeth whitening kit and an electric heated SNUGGIE. SIF YOU DON'T WANT THAT SHIT.
Hola btw!! =D
I've been away from this blog because life is too much fun and I'm rarely home now and since my phone is screwing up big time I don't really blog from there anymore.
The phone is so close to dying, I'm just hoping it holds on until the next iPhone comes out. Not that the iphone5 is even confirmed yet, but people are guessing October. I just don't want to sign a contract for the 4S a few weeks b4 the next handset comes out and then be trapped in that contract for the next 2 years. Using contracts is a really good way to regularly get new handsets...or working for a company that swaps over regularly.
On another note, I recently got back from Katoomba. I rented a house out for the weekend for a big group of us. I think all up over the weekend we had 17 people coming and staying different nights. The main point of the trip was to go to the Katoomba Winter Magic Festival because Andrew's band was playing and so was Edema Ruh which I had only seen once b4 but they were great (plus jamjams plays with one of the guys in his own band). We were also going to go to this hectic Bush Doof but it got cancelled last minute. In the end that probably worked in our favour, we had a whole house to play around in and kept the festivities among a group of people we actually knew.
I had a really good time, as always there was still a lot of drama but nothing that wasn't resolved quickly.
I wish I had photos lol I NEVER take pics anymore. I always forget my camera and even when I don't, i forget to take pics in the moment. Plus my phones camera is stuffed so I can't even use that. It's good in a way, because it means I'm too focused on the moment, but sad because in a few weeks I wont remember any of it and the pics would have jogged my memory lol. It's why I used to blog so meticulously in my private blog. Posted every single day, multiple times a day. I haven't posted in it in months but that blog had a really good run, 3 years maybe?
Every feeling and emotion. They are so fleeting, it's crazy how intensely we feel one day about something and in a few days/weeks/months/years we don't even feel phased by it all. I like remember how I felt at different points, it feels almost like I'm giving validity to my experiences. They didn't just pass unnoticed.
Hmm I really did enjoy Katoomba. Highlights include: dancing on the street with the SamabaNinjas gahhh samba just syncs up to my internal metronome, nutella crepe, scones from the Katoomba Street Cafe, laughing over stupid jokes about Cuntifly the pokemon and YOLO, meeting super friendly randoms, Edema Ruh's set, partially learning how to do 2-beat with a fire twirling staff, meeting some real kool guys, enjoying the refreshingly cold air, krazyyy amount of stars, spending ages in 2nd hand book stores remembering how it used to be with my grandad and even the house itself.
Tawww friends are nice to have haha you guys were great <3
Totally unrelated:
Raving in the Black sea:Ukraine
God, that looks MENTAL. I wanna go haha. There and I still want to check out the full moon parties in thailand even though they seem a little over commercialised now. The cave raves in spain, Electric Forest in michigan and..OMG there's just too many awesome places in the world to go visit. Not enough timeeeee!
The guy in the blazer totally looks like an older version of Joel:
Sex is not the enemy. This tumblr makes me super happy <3 The love and happyness in some of the shots gives me such a warm fuzzy feeling. OH LOVE. You're so great XD
Like this image. This makes sense to me, yeh it's kinda icky, but LOVE conquers all haha. It means loving every inch of the person and enjoying them in a million different ways. It's that feeling of your chest getting progressively more full and like it's going to overflow from all that love. Like you're going to explode.
It makes me happy ^
Or this one <3
Their smiles, their embrace <3 ahhhhhh love.
hehe <3
TOPIC JUMP!
I bought the instyler ...lol yuppp.
And yet another pair of heels even though I only last about 15mins in them. I got a new shirt too XD and some more makeup brushes.
I bought a really great eyeshadow pallet for real cheap at a dollar store and was pleasantly suprised by how the colours come out XD
I've got all these awesome 2nd hand books from Katoomba too.
OH and I finally found the couch for my room <3 But after going to cabra I found one that I like even better...except I can't buy that one because it belongs to someone haha. PROGRESS XD
Ohh, I gota go call my aunty.
BUT LOVE ALL AROUND GUYS. Be happy <3
Ohh and I think I'm going next week to Blackheath again to serve at the Vipassana meditation centre. I'm pumped and slightly apprehensive but I reckon it will be good for me.
Oh and my dad flies in tomorrow so I booked us into The Roosevelt. FINALLY, I've been trying to con people into coming with me for ages but it's a tad expensive lol.
I'm hoping that now I can just thrash a post out. As always, it's been ages and this has no specific idea to get out, it's just to keep track of what's been going on =]
I don't know where to start, I guess I'll just start off with my most immediate concerns. Concerns isn't the right word, I just mean what's floating around. Marko, my mum's husband, had his 10 yr old daughter fly out from Portugal and she arrived today. I always have a hard time identifying who Marko is, I know technically he is my step-dad but that sounds fucking wierd. I generally just call him my mum's husband. So identifying his daughter is always lengthy, my mum's husband's daughter. Beh what a mouth full, but calling her..my step-sister sounds even more fucked up. Lol I guess it's easy to see that I'm not exactly accepting the situation for what it is, not that I'm rejecting them in anyway. I've just never had close family, or siblings, or a dad, and even though, yes I technically do have a dad, and technically I have several half-siblings, they are not a focal point in my life so they get swept under the rug.
I don't dislike Marko in anyway, but I'm not close to him, we've only talked like twice even though he's lived in my home for the last...2 years maybe? maybe less I don't know. Time is wierd for me ever since I left highschool. As for the girl, her name is Denise. I keep calling her the kid, or the little girl, I should probably stop that aye? She arrived this morning but I was asleep and then she was, and then I went out so I haven't had much of an impression of her yet. All i know is that communicating with her was difficult.
ahhh man, i started this like 2 hrs ago and now I'm tired =.=
but just briefly, other thing coming up is the Katoomba Winter Magic Festival. A bunch of us are going, I've been doing the whole, house renting dealio which I always enjoy. Facebook is magical for organising people.
Again, I'm too tired and not in the mood to actually give any real insight into what I've been feeling and doing these days. I'll try again tomorrow...maybe
I wrote this the other morning and never finished posting it. I was going to write my usual summary but this came out instead =S _________________________________________________ I'm still coming out of my morning stupor. I had to get up because
*pause*
"I like pussy so wet that I can surf off" ...Lol that's what I just heard, oh lil wayne your wordy craftsmanship is superb. I don't think I would like it THAT wet, mainly because I can't surf and I might drown and the idea of swimming in feminine fluids doesn't sound appealing at all. Oh and the over abundance of pussy juice = no friction = decreased sensation.
*ahem*
Back to what I was saying. Mum's getting wardrobes installed in 3 rooms and she needed my bed to sleep in because the other two rooms are being worked on. She just finished a night shift so she takes priority. In the meantime I was going to nap on the couch but it's freezing there and I don't like the idea of sleeping in front of a stranger who is going to keep walking past me. So computer it is, I maintain a relatively normal sleeping pattern and finally force myself to blog because I'm too tired to watch anything right now.
There have been a lot of repairs and building kind of things going on at my place for ages now...it's kind of annoying because very little of it as actually getting finished or is pleasing to the eye. Although I'm starting to get hopeful that my room will soon actually look like how I want it to. I've told my family my plans and they seem to approve, now I'm just waiting till I have more income so I can start buying everything. Eventually there should be a lot of purple and black =D
Now I just need to:
-Find the right wallpaper
-Figure out how to make a headboard that doesn't look shite
-Design a new desk and see if Marko will make it...or look for one that is pre-made
-Find side-tables
-Find curtains
-Find floor mats
-Find a lighting fixture
-Find a few of the decorative pieces I want
-Find a bedspread that I don't hate
-Buy a tv
-Buy an arm chair and re-upholster it
-Get a new dresser and mirror
I feel amazing right now =D
I'm out of my house already! I'm in parra by myself gettin breakfast. This is one of those things that I've always wanted to do but never find the motivation. This really only fell into place because I spent the night near here.
So when I was on the retreat I made all these plans about how I would live my life when I came back. I wouldn't go out as much, attempt to stay at home, clean and cook for the family, take the time to read and listen to music without multitasking so I can actually focus on what I'm hearing. None of that has happened ...lol
Today is 2 weeks since I came back. The first week I was mega busy being happy and catching up with all the people I missed, helping organise parties and having a blast. I even manage to throw in a night shift and clubbing in there + went out to dinner once or twice. I like my life haha but it tends to feel chaotic. Part of me thrives on this, I sleep sporadically, about 1-2hrs when there is a slow moment, like the power nap I took inbetween setting up for Tim's party and it actually getting into full swing. I hate the start of parties. They're always really awkward.
I don't see anything particularly wrong with this life except that it's hard to fit in meditating when I fall asleep if I slow down that much + it's bad for my skin. Also, it stresses mum out even though having me at home servers her no purpose at all.
This week I figured would be me settling into my slow week. Steady, at home, sleeping a regular set time. I've worked nearly every day this week so far except for yesterday + gone out every day. Morning shifts locally work out real nice because I get home at 4pm at the latest and I still have the whole arvo to hang out with people which is great! Hope that I will manage to have a social life once I start working full time. It's been fun ^.^ Finally back at the gym and the scales show progress =D Happy Days.
The weekend was a little tumultuous. As you may remember, before I left for the retreat Tim had pulled his 'occams razor' move again *sigh* and didn't want any contact or communication from that point on. I was mad and upset by it but I 100% came to terms with that and agreed that it was the best course of action. The day I returned Tim called lol. We've been hanging out, just not as much, maybe it would have been less had his birthday not been last week. Anyway he had a party and I was having a good time but then it blew up in my face. It was really trying, I've never been reprimanded by so many people and judged and had people get involved in my buisness. I've barely ever had that happen even on a small scale, I've always lived my life oblivious to drama between people, I was always way far out of the loop so I was never even told the rumours and lies that apparently run rampant at all times no matter how old people are. To have all the things that crashed on me that night was really overwhelming. The hypocrisy, the judgement! Ahhh man, I've never been treated like that before, really threw me off. Basically the main issue (but believe me there were HEAPS) was that Tim eventually got wasted and threw up while I was away from the party. When I returned to the party I was confronted by several people for not looking after Tim well enough, how could I do that to him, how could I let him drink so much, being a nurse how could I be so careless ect. This blew my mind because for one, me and Tim aren't dating anymore and even when we were I never told him how much of anything he could ingest into HIS OWN BODY. He is the master of that, not me, never have been. To get told off coz the boy got sick felt ridic to me! Apart from that, why should I be the one to do all the looking after him, its not like I have special healing powers because I'm a nurse. Everyone, especially in the circles we run in and by this age should know exactly how to deal with someone who's passed out and thrown up. Why was it up to me? Not only that, I had another side of the coin aggressively thrown at my face. Why was I there, why was I helping him, I shouldn't be there because we're not dating anymore. Getting told off every time I went near him to see if he was okay CONFLICTING MUCH.
Beh ={
+ multiple other tidbits that are too touchy to post about but Jesus. Never in my life! NEVER have I had that many people confront me on that level and be annoyed and disappointed in me.
So unfair.
Oh well, c'est la vie right? I couldn't handle that level of drama so I spoke to all the people who got to me the most because I can't handle letting that kind of behaviour pass without addressing it. I'm trying my hardest to end any Passive aggressiveness and just deal with things as soon as possible. I have no time to waste feeling crap.
I still haven't even blogged about the retreat! At the moment, all I know is that I want to go back! Soon.
So one day I was hanging out with Kurt and we realised that there are some pretty wacky sayings in the spanish language.
Each Spanish speaking country has their own sayings, metaphors and similies but these are a few that I have collected over the last year or so.
Every time I hear my mum or grandma say a new one I text Kurt XD It has become somewhat of a little tradition for me now =]
Saying: La negrita astuta vende fruta.
Direct Translation: The (Astute, cunning, sly, crafty, fraudulent) cute/little black girl sells fruit.
Meaning: This saying is said as a sort of warning that you are/someone else is a cocktease
Saying: No calientes el agua (si no vas a tomar té)
Direct Translation: Don't heat the water if you're not going to drink tea
Meaning: This is also a sort of warning to someone who is being a cocktease. Kind of like, don't flirt and lead someone on if you have no intention of hooking up with them. It is also a play on words because in Spanish (Chilean at least) the word calentar (to heat) is also used informally as a way to say 'make horny'. So 'estoy caliente' = I'm hot BUT it means I'm horny. If you wanted to say I'm hot (because of the weather) you would say 'tengo calor'
Tongue Twister: Tres tristes tigres trigo trillaron tranquilos tragaron
Translation: Three sad tigers, wheat they threshed (To separate the grain from the straw or husks by mechanical beating), calmly they swallowed.
Tongue Twister:Pedro Pablo Pérez Pereira pobre pintor portugués pinta paisajes por poca plata para pasar por París
Translation: Pedro Pablo Pérez Pereira poor Portugese painter paints landscapes for little money to pass through Paris.
Saying:Buscarle la quinta pata al gato
Direct Translation:To look for the 5th leg of the cat
Meaning: Looking for problems when there clearly aren't any in that situation, so you're over thinking it and overcomplicating yourself.
Saying: Para ser bella hay que ver estrellas
Direct Translation: To be beautiful you have to see stars
Meaning: I'm guessing this is a fairly old saying because my grandad said it to me once, I kind of fell in love with this little rhyme/mantra. It means that no pain is too great to endure in order to look your best, this particularly refers to women having to wear painful shoes (stilettos) because it makes their legs look hot, wearing tight clothing to show off curves, waxing, plucking, dying hair, and I suppose nowadays you could extend that into getting cosmetic surgery. Just to clarify, my grandad wasn't a dick, I remember the saying coming up because we were watching a show with really attractive women and I was in awe of them and he explained that constructed superficial beauty comes at a price =) Oh and if you don't get the imagery, it's based on seeing "stars" when you hit your head/get dizzy, like if you've ever seen the cartoon representation of stars around the head when they get hit.
*To be continued
To Do.
Here's a list of some of the things I would like to do or accomplish or places I want to visit in my lifetime =]
* I have already been there, done that or started to read that but would like to do it again or complete the task
-- The task is completed and I don't feel the need to do a repeat