yellow socks.

Does your heart ever abandon your chest to shake it's head with dissatisfaction at the state of your life? Pleading you to fill it's discontent with some pleasurable uncertainty. Coaxing you to stray from your constant routine of conventional motions, and for just a moment, feel erratic. These are the moments in life that I live for, the outbursts of ambition that remind you that your entire life is ahead of you. That you are insuppressible, unstoppable and 100% original. That in reality, your impetuous choices and accidental adventures, are what make your life fill to the very fullest. I say, listen to your heart. This is your life. Create a story that someone can feel inspired by when you die. 

Happy Sunday lovely people. The average person lives through 4,515 Monday's in their whole life, don't waste 4,515 chances to change the world just because it's Monday. Get some sleep, and start your week with a smile.

Who are you? This was a question that used to intimidate me. Like if I didn't have the right answer it would lead to a life long misery of mistakes and pain or something. Until I realised, that no one is you. No one can take you away from yourself, you are the person you decide to be in this very second, you cannot be defined. Not by a word, an action, a choice. Not by a mistake or an achievement. Who you are today, may not be the person you are tomorrow. In fact, I challenge you to change the utmost amount possible, in the next 24 hours. Because it’s not about who you are, it’s about the experiences you collect trying to answer that question.  

I guess it's not just my taste in clothing that has hit a modernistic dead- end and fluctuated backwards in a quick rush of a decade or three. In fact, lately I find myself re-living cinematic phenomenons such as the revolution of Heath Ledger, and The Breakfast Club, and singing iconic lyrics like 'life in the fast lane' and 'Bye, bye Miss American Pie.' Because in reality, it was the day songs were no longer about purpose, love or peace, and began the downwards spiral towards 'doof, doof' that the music truly died.

my tears were warm. i don't know why i took so much notice of that. but it was like my heart was pouring out of my face. but really, it wasn't my heart. it was all the hope, all the new beginnings, all my old feelings, the locked up memories, all the things i convinced myself i didn't still have in my head, the box in the back of my mind, i swear it was locked with a hundred locks then it got so crowded i forgot it was there. but then, it came running down my face in a hot flush without warning. my face was melting, and for just a few seconds i came to the conclusion that my mind had finally exploded. i was frightened I'd have to start from scratch, that when i woke there'd be nothing there and my mind would be empty. but that was too much to hope for. because after those few seconds, everything was still there. just messed up, out of order, in a pile on the floor in my brain and more confusing than ever. More confusing, more distressing and yet, why did i feel s...

although it's either a little too late or a lot too early to write about christmas, I thought I'd share some work from chrissy 2013 and a cheeky sequel from last summers adventures... pls read >> Twas the night before Christmas when all through our home, Not a noise was heard, not even a phone. The sacks were out on the carpet in the lounge, In hope that in the morning the would be full when they're found! Lachi and I were excited in our beds, While loads of presents ran through our heads. Except how could anyone sleep like this, at all? So we quietly got up and crept down the hall... As we peaked around the hallway edge, We stared, wide eyed, at a fat man in red. Our cookies were gone, and our carrots too! It had to be Santa and his reindeer crew. So we tip toed quickly behind the couch, And peered in a the gifts in this massive pouch. Lachi gave me a mischievous wink, Then guess what he did! What do you think? He spear tackled Santa with a mig...

I'm young, I'm crazy and I'm completely and utterly.. stupid! But if my stupidity has taught me one thing, it is that no matter how bad you stuff up, life always has a way of making everything work out in the end. So, stuff up as many times as possible, because that's how you learn. Cry a little, laugh a lot, smile your life away no matter what, and never sacrifice your happiness for anything. Because in the end, what's life if you're not happy, crazy and a little bit stupid?