Lunch

I'm a new vegetarian and a new cook.

that is to say, I have just recently given up meat and started cooking. Its exciting. Cooking is fantastic! I suppose living out of home for over a year now has started to persuade me to make attempts at putting good food on the table, I've always loved food, but I've also always loved being lazy. I suddenly really appreciate all the effort my dad went through to cook meals for me every day and I'm a bit ashamed that I was rude about them sometimes. He loves meat though and i was always quite adverse to it. The Vego-ness is a long time coming. I've never been a huge carnivore and I'm really opposed to the amount meat (particularly red meat) adds to your carbon footprint. When I start to eat meat again, I'm only eating LOCAL stuff, so I'm expecting a fishy diet for me:D

For lunch today an olive oil pasta with sundried tomatoes and pine nuts MMMMM nom nom nom nom

30 rocking:D

Liz: Kenneth, why did you bet that terrible hand?

Kenneth: Why? Because I believe life is for the living. I believe in taking risks and biting off more than you can chew. And also, people were yelling and I got confused about the rules.

Tracy: So what's your religion, Liz Lemon?

Liz: I pretty much just do whatever Oprah tells me to.

posting maniac

So I'm posting like crazy.
Really I'm just trying to get the hang of this.

This morning I woke up to find; I had barely any money, no food, and I'm starving, but its too cold to leave the house. Angus kindly went and bought me a ticket for the trains which I dont need now because mum also kindly agreed to come and see me and return the wallet that I left with her. I'm so lucky to have such kind people in my life.

Today I should do home work but instead I might watch 30 rock and read magazines. I'm dying to start writing my stuff for my drama solo, for those of you who don't know me and would like to know this coming semester I am to write and perform a solo piece about Hedda Hopper and Louella Parsons (google them they are fantastic!) and I am so looking forward to it. But really its only day 4 of the holidays, I cant start homework yet....

For Angus

Like an old smell, you'd thought
was forgotten, of the Melbourne show
Like a place you were once familiar with
and now you cannot remember why
Like the tune to show of your childhood
that shaped your adult years
Like walking past your kinder
Like seeing a symbol that haunted your younger years
Like watching something you taped ten years ago
and the all the ads seem so incredibly old and weird
but familiar and kind
Like bread cooking
Like dad singing
Like washed hair, a shower after camp
Like the smell of the pool
or the colour of the bush
or the taste of greek easter treats
or the sound of your old school bell

All things
you didn't even know you wanted but were so glad when they were there.

Thats what you are.

A dangerous mix

She's a mixture
of sweet juice
that warms my belly
Makes me silly
Makes me happy

Too much though and I begin to worry
Because beside the juice is a toxin, a venom, a poison
That we both fear. And it
makes me weary and it
makes me scared

But it doesn't ever stop me
from mixing myself a glass
downing it whole
warming my belly into worry
because that sweet juice
and that dangerous toxin
are my everything

Second post.

Hello again.
I'm still learning, its only been 10 minutes or so.

What I'm intending to do with this blog is to treat it like an open diary, a space to write short stories, poems and small pieces and share ideas for larger things. I have no idea whether it will work but I'm giving it all a try.

Lately I've been writing a lot of poetry. I'm in year 12 at the moment so my life is very full and busy and I don't get a lot of time to write. Thats why I find poetry to be a great outlet. Its quick and it gets down the words that whirring around in my head. I'm on holidays right now and its left me some free time to catch up on all the things I've been meaning to get going with, such as this blog. I have no idea how to have people read this or whatever but I'll keep learning.

I suppose I should post a poem to get things started:

THE LIBRARY:

Filled with the annals of thousands
Hundreds of thousands of pages
millions
filled with stories, facts, fictions,
Fables, poems, memoirs, memories,
Words
Kept staked together
Side by side
But so unalike
As each cover
Stores something unique
And even when they are same
No two books are really the same
No two books have felt the same hands
Grasp their pages
At the same time
Dog ears
Coffee stains
Bunged covers
And then the silence
Set aside the tap tap tap of keyboards
And the murmer of questions
Its the silence
These books, so full of words and so full
Of silence

Its our two love here in one room
The books
The quiet
The words
The wordless
Books filled with stories
Screaming them in absolute silence
I almost want the librarian to Shush them all
Silence them
And then I remember
It is silent
It sates you though
It calms you
Cools you
And to see you content
Contents me
So even with
The songs the books sing
to see you calm cool and content,
It sates me.

Panadak's first blog

So here I am.

I've been advised to start a blog.

"If you want to be accepted to a Uni into a writing course, then you NEED a blog"

So here I am. I have absolutely no idea how to use this or if I am going to regret starting this but lets see how it goes.