V I C E
May 16th, 2012

MAGNETIC

Remember myspace? The old facebook… or am I the only one old enough to remember those days? When I was around 16/17 I kind of developed a phobia of myspace. Logging on, and looking at all the updates freaked me out. Why? Because I was slightly disturbed by all the socialising. I lived in my own bubble, well, a pretty chaotic bubble, but still. I was an angry, cynical, teenager and constantly being surrounded by other humans didn’t interest me at all. I would make excuses to avoid the occasional party invitation because I didn’t like those environments. I wasn’t intrigued by the idea of meeting new people, half drunk and making small talk. I found small talk awkward and dull. I even avoided hanging out with my own small group of friends a few times. Sometimes, I just wasn’t in the mood to be social, with anyone.


One of my ‘lazy’ day outfits. I love this coat but decided to have it altered, I think it looks better now, you’ll see soon :)

Going to University changed this a little, I met people I felt like I could relate to a lot more. Social situations didn’t make me feel quite as uncomfortable and nauseous anymore. I still remember the first week of Uni though. At the end of it, I felt so exhausted and drained. All that socialising. Meeting so many new people made me feel stressed and nervous. I felt like all my emotions had been sucked out of me and I spent that first weekend avoiding catch ups and activities with people I had only met a few days ago. I spent the weekend in my little shell trying to find social energy within myself, so I could function normally during the weeks ahead.

This must make me sound like such an awkward freak.

I don’t think I’m quite as awkward these days, I definitely have more confidence and I’m better at acting ‘normal’ around people, however, there are still situations when I try to avoid being close to people and certain social events still make me feel nervous. Sometimes, simply speaking to someone I’m not familiar with makes my face go red and I begin to sweat profusely. Tmi? Sorry.

My boyfriend is basically exactly the same, perhaps even a little worse than me. Sorry bf! We both avoid people to a certain extent. For example:

This has actually happened a few times and it often annoys the hell out of me. Sometimes I catch the train at around 1 or 2pm when public transport isn’t particularly busy. Sometimes, I’m lucky enough to enter a carriage with no one else on it. I go and sit somewhere and the train moves along with its journey. At the next stop, a person gets on the train. Now, say this was the other way around, and I was the person entering a carriage with one person inside it, I would go and sit as far away from this other person as possible. However, in many instances, the new person walks towards me and sits right next to me. Despite a whole carriage free, with endless seating possibilities, someone decides to sit uncomfortably close to me. Once this happened with an old man, he came and sat opposite me, so I was basically sitting there, in an empty carriage, with a random person staring at me. I got up at the next stop and moved. Am I the only one who would react that way? I can’t be…

This has also happened in restaurants. My boyfriend and I went to an Indian Restaurant one day. It was empty, so we could sit wherever we liked. About 20 minutes later, a mother with three young girls came in and decided to sit on the table closest to us. My boyfriend and I were slightly surprised, we both agreed that had it been us, we would have sat as far away as we could. In this instance, this was slightly annoying. As cute as those young girls were, they were also extremely loud and a little irritating. I wish they weren’t so damn close the whole time. My boyfriend and I didn’t even feel like we could speak during that meal because we were the only people in the restaurant and we felt like they could hear every single thing we were saying. Perhaps that was just paranoia on our behalf, but I found it annoying.

The same thing happened a few weeks ago. This time we were in a restaurant in the city for lunch. It was a fairly cold day so we decided to sit inside, again, we were the only people in there. About ten minutes later, a group of three women in their twenties came in, and once again, literally sat on the table closest to us. On this particular occasion, I wanted to shoot myself. All three women were gossiping extremely loudly and that was basically all I was listening to for the duration of my lunch.

I don’t get it. Why do people subconsciously strive to be so close to other people? Even when they’re in their own groups? Does it make them feel safer?Someone please tell me my boyfriend and I aren’t the only two who feel this way!

May 1st, 2012

TURN ON THE BRIGHT LIGHTS

I got this post ready yesterday, however, I was waaay too tired to actually type anything and click the publish button. I’ve been thinking about the future lately. I haven’t properly thought about the future (my future) for a while, like I used to. I guess I’ve been completely preoccupied with other things, other pointless things. Imaginary feelings my mind has been creating, perhaps to purposely distract me. What a bitch.

I’ve been thinking about what sort of career I’m going to pursuit. Although I recently completed my degree in design and am obviously interested in the creative side of life, there is also a part of me intrigued by something else. When I was younger I wanted to be a lawyer or a detective, or…. a CIA double agent, hahaha. I actually looked into that once, turns out being a U.S citizen is a requirement to work for the Central Intelligence Agency. Duh. Okay, maybe that interest kind of stemmed from my favourite child hood show, Alias. Whaat? It seemed like an awesome job. Helping fight against the ultimate evil, while dressing up in cool costumes and awesome wigs, who wouldn’t want to do that?

Seriously though, I don’t know why, but I’ve always had a fascination with solving dangerous mysteries, and upholding the justice and blah blah blah. You get the point. I really did want to be a detective at one point, my dad said it was way too dangerous though, so I just gave up on that dream. Plus, I kind of got consumed by my online life in my teens, which set up this path for me. Now that I’m at that point, where I have to start thinking about the rest of my life, I’m not sure what direction I really want to take. Deciding is scary. What if I make the wrong choice? Sometimes the choices are made for me though. I just finished looking at applying for a specific job, sadly the applications closed a few months ago and don’t open again until next year. I was also about to apply for a Master of Counter-Terrorism, however, all places for that course are full fee. Unfortunately, I can’t afford to pay over $15,000 upfront for a course. Are these signs from the universe? I don’t know.

When deciding what to do with your life, people often ask you to consider this question: what really makes you happy? What if you don’t know what really makes you happy? What if there’s more than one thing that makes you happy? What if NOTHING makes you happy? What is happiness? Even if you were to somehow discover what it is that makes you ‘happy’, Is it not highly possible that what makes you happy today could change tomorrow, or in five years, or in five days!!!!!!!!!!?

Ok, ok, let’s not turn this into a philosophy class, cause I aint a philosophy teacher. My boyfriend makes me happy, that doesn’t lead to a job though. What if you’re genuinely confused, then what? I guess only time will tell. Alternatively, I could always decide to completely reject this society I live in and do something completely different. Liiiike, live in an isolated forest without modern technology and grow all my own vegetables. Hmm.

EDIT: WOOOOW, I JUST REALISED I HAVE 100 FOLLOWERS ON BLOGLOVIN’ THANK YOU!! :)  

February 24th, 2012

LOCKED IN A CELL

It seems, that during the past few days, I have become a prisoner of my own mind. Every evening, as the time to rest slowly approaches, I begin to feel uneasy. I’m not sure what has provoked this sudden state of anxiety during the last ten days. I’ve been reading about anxiety online, and apparently it comes and goes for a lot of people. So, I try to take comfort in the fact that I’m not the only one who feels like they’re going insane occasionally. I’ve been prescribed anti-deppressants and anxiety medication about five times during the last twelve months but each time I’ve refused to take it. My hypochondria always stops me, as soon as the pharmacist gives me a leaflet with a list of side effects, I begin to dread them. Do I sound utterly irrational now? Most likely.

I don’t know if I need the medication. During these times I often feel vulnerable and isolated, I feel frightened when I’m alone. It’s not that I crave company in general. In fact, I’m fighting these feelings right now, even though both my siblings are present. I feel like I need to be with someone who I feel safe, secure and protected with. Unfortunately, the only person who seems to tick all those boxes is my boyfriend. Probably because my upbringing was a mess, therefore, I find it difficult to feel ‘at ease’ with my family. As for my boyfriend being the only option, I say unfortunately, because I can’t be with him anytime I want to be. Even though I’m 21, my dad doesn’t allow him to be with me (in my house) late at night, (10.30pm onwards) which is frustrating, because this is when I feel I need him most. Especially at times when I feel more susceptible to panic. I suppose these are the consequences of having an old fashioned parent. If anyone is wondering, I’m not making any efforts to move out, because I plan to permanently relocate to Europe in a year or two… hopefully.

I’m feeling tired enough at the moment. Yet the thought of laying in my bed, surrounded by darkness and silence, makes me nervous. Being left with my own thoughts isn’t easy for me, I find it difficult not to think of horrible scenarios and these scenarios trouble me deeply when I’m feeling vulnerable. Ah! What a vicious cycle. Maybe I should go to the doctor and just get the damn pills. Feeling like you’re a hostage, trapped in your own mind is not nice. I feel like a weakling, shouldn’t I be stronger than this? My dad tells me to ‘snap out of it’ all the time, it makes me feel pathetic. Like there’s something severely wrong with me because I can’t…. just, snap out of ‘it’. Whatever it… is.

I felt kind of empty without a belt, but it was so warm and humid today… I didn’t feel like wearing much.

I found this adorable bunny on Tumblr. It makes me want one. I’ve never had a pet.

I spent hours listing loads of stuff on e-bay tonight. Everything is starting at 99 cents, yep, even the Lita Spikes I listed. I would only go check it out if you reside in Australia though. I can ship Internationally, however, it’s pretty damn expensive, and I doubt you would want to pay that much, so I wouldn’t bother. Sorry to anybody that might annoy. You can check out my listings here.

I’m going to try and sleep now.

February 12th, 2012

TRANSFORMATION

Ah le sigh, I just got back from the Hospital. I was having very sharp and quite painful chest pains and of course with my history and being a total hypochondriac… I completely freaked out. My freak outs, come on very suddenly and quickly. As soon as I start panicking, my heart starts beating extremely rapidly, to the point that it concerns the doctors, I start sweating everywhere and my temperature goes up. Anyway, I was there for about five hours, and I’m going to stop typing about it now… because even thinking about the whole thing is probably going to set me off again. I was told, that I’m ok, apparently I should bring up my heart rate and pain to my endocrinologist next week. Sigh, being afraid of your mortality so often is so annoying. My boyfriend and I were going to do so much today, instead, we spent five hours in the emergency department. Ok, I’ll move on to the original draft now…

I was at home two days ago, after I’d come back from the city, thinking about who could take my outfit photo. Usually my boyfriend takes the photos for me, sometimes (rarely… if I beg her) my sister does. At that point, my boyfriend and sister were at work and there was no way I was going to ask my dad or brother, they would probably laugh at me. Plus, I don’t think they’re that great with my camera.

I decided that this blog was good enough excuse for me to finally (I’ve had my camera for a little over three years now) learn how to use the self-timer function. I’m not that comfortable in front of the camera, in case you haven’t noticed. I don’t have that natural ability (or desire) to pose, like a lot of girls. I’m glad I have this blog though, I’m glad I have a reason to force myself to take or have photos taken of myself. As awkward as I may find it sometimes.

When I was a baby and throughout my childhood my parents took soo many photographs of myself and my siblings. Hundreds and hundreds of photographs and hours upon hours of video footage. I’m so grateful that they did, because, I don’t know about you, but I love watching my four year old self on video and looking at photographs when I was a child. I find it fascinating, because, you’re watching another person… but you know, that small person, is technically you. I was a completely different person 15 years ago and I enjoy watching how I’ve transformed and looking at the person I used to be.

I’m sure I’ll be a completely different person again in twenty years and I want to have evidence of who I am now. I want to be able to look back and see how I have transformed. I’m not sure why, but I find it very intriguing.

I don’t really like the way I styled this outfit, but I decided to post it anyway. I do think it has potential so I’m going to wear it again, maybe in a few weeks, and try to make it look better. Nothing wrong with some trial and error. I’m sure I’m not the only one who has these questionable outfit days.

These are the little prizes I won from playing arcade games earlier on in the week.

Seeing as I was typing about this transformation of people that I find interesting. I decided to share some (actually quite a few) photos from the past. Some are really old, some… not so old.

The photo on the bottom is the day my sister was born, my brother and I were there to visit.

The photo on the left is my first day of primary school and my brother’s first day of kinder.

Taken in 2009, during the first year of Uni.

Photos from the first semester of second year at Uni, 2010. The photograph of me wearing the pink wig was taken by my friend for one of the projects we had to complete. My boyfriend thinks I look like a political dictator in this photo for some reason… what the shit? I don’t see it, I think I look like a puffy muffin. 

At summer camp in upstate New York, August, 2010.

NYC!! Ah, good times.. July, 2010.

Eaton Centre, Toronto, Canada.

Trying on an awesome hat in Toronto. I didn’t buy it, I don’t think it was big enough for my huge head haha. Blowing bubble gum in Niagara Falls. Last photo is one of my first days in my dorm at SUNY, Buffalo. September 2010.

Class days at SUNY, Buffalo… probably October, 2010.

Halloween, 2010.

My last day at SUNY, Buffalo, December 2010.

Photos from last year (2011)

Ah, I miss my pink fringe.

February 11th, 2012

SO WHAT IF I DON’T WANT TO PROCREATE?

When I was younger, and until quite recently, I was against the idea of having children. Not in general, just for myself. I didn’t imagine myself as a mother in the future and I didn’t really think that I’d ever want to have a baby. Being in love… (yes, we’re all allowed to change our minds, as often as we like) has changed that completely. Not that I’ve completely changed my mind. If I do have children one day, I’m fairly certain that I only want to have one… funny, I’ve been told this is selfish.

I was thinking about my old thoughts yesterday and remembered a few things during the time I had my previous beliefs. I can’t even count how many times people were shocked to find out that I didn’t want to be a mother one day. I’m relatively freaked out, at how much people, in general, just expect everyone to have babies at some point in their life. When I was younger and I was asked why I didn’t want to have children, I once responded explaining that I didn’t wish to spend so much time and effort on another person, I didn’t want to dedicate an entire lifetime of being heavily depended on. Most of the time the person listening would be utterly stunned and appalled, most of the time, I’d be deemed selfish in response.

I wasn’t sure how not choosing to have a baby was selfish in any way, for whatever reason. I didn’t understand why I even needed a reason for not wanting to bear children. I was confused, in fact, I still am. Why is the decision not to become a parent one day, so odd to people?

Presently, the planet has a great deal of humans living on it, to the point that we’re sucking out its natural, err, juices (oil) for resources, and that can’t exactly be a good thing. What happens to a fruit if you manage to suck out all the liquid?

People are living much longer. Medical technology is constantly evolving and progressing, so it’s not like an urgent need to procreate the human species like crazy exists. I also find it disturbing when people (like my mother) frown upon those who adopt, despite having the ability to reproduce. There are countless, innocent, children… dying, in various parts of the world. These children already exist, through no fault of their own. In a way, doesn’t it make sense to save these poor children before deciding to have more? I personally admire people who choose to adopt children who are basically in need of rescuing.

I also find it quite rude that upon hearing an individual’s very personal choice, another person may decide that it’s completely ok to begin telling them why they’re sooo, very wrong. Why the hell is it such a big deal that we all get married and pop out babies anyway?

I remember I was watching a show on T.V once, and someone on the panel was discussing how giving birth is the most beautiful miracle that exists blah blah blah. You know, the usual corny shit you hear about having children. Another woman on the panel (she is a mother) told the audience that, this belief, is complete bullshit. Her reason? People give birth every second, of every single day. There are more than seven billion of us on this struggling planet. Giving birth isn’t exactly that amazing.

I realise that as humans we have evolved and developed consciousness and the ability to have profound thoughts, complex relationships etc. So, having a baby is, of course, quite significant for each individual who decides to do so. But, in the larger scheme, it’s really not that incredible. As a species, we are pretty much programmed to procreate and keep our species going, for as long as possible, that’s what living organisms do… well, most of them.

This is why I’m slightly confused at why some people think deciding not to have children is such a huge deal. I think it’s sad when individuals, who have chosen not to go down that path, feel pressured from their parents and other people they know to have children anyway. As I stated before, in comparison to the ‘big picture’, reproducing is not a huge deal, but in terms of our little bubbles. It’s a major decision for each of us, and whether a certain person wants to, or doesn’t want to become a parent should only be for him or her to decide.

Sorry about my random rants/posts. I have a lot of thoughts piling up in my head all the time and I’m glad that I finally have an outlet for them, where they won’t get stored and take up space on my computer.

I decided to wear this light pink lace top again, the outfit I wore with the shiny hot pink dress made it look puh-retty lame. I tried to make it look better. I think it worked. =/

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