Something Missing

Do you ever get that feeling in the back of your head but you don’t know what it is?
Do you ever question: is there something I’m missing?

I have this feeling and it’s been knocking for almost a week now.
And I don’t know what is it. I can’t describe it beyond saying that it feels like something is missing.

Music and sport and media in general makes me forget.
Friends and family are a temporary solution.
Work preoccupies it.

But I’m not at peace with myself.
I can’t sit or lie by myself anymore.
If I knew what it was, then at least I could ask for help or something.

Though, don’t be concerned.
I don’t want to burden anyone with something that might be nothing at all (which, really, is all this post is.)

You will be okay.

No matter what it is.
Everything will be okay.

You will be okay.

I still don’t completely understand why this amused me.
The menu is in Comic Sans. Let’s leave.
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[When considering whether to eat at a certain diner]

Queenstown

22/7/12

(via thingsmypretentiousfriendssay)
Equestrian

Okay so I kind of flinched every time the horses made an unclean jump.

Sydney’s newest sport - beat someone senseless or kill them for the heck of it

“Experts say this culture of anger and casual violence is the result of a toxic confluence of factors, among them increasing alcohol intake, the breakdown of the family unit, the normalisation of violence in popular culture and a show-off culture fostered by social networking.”
Read more…


I think Roger Sterling’s quote (1.4) is appropriate:

“You don’t know how to drink. Your whole generation, you drink for the wrong reasons. My generation, we drink because it’s good, because it feels better than unbuttoning your collar, because we deserve it. We drink because it’s what men do.”

I’m going to use my fisheye camera to take a photo of a fish’s eye.
Take that.

Something Sentimental

I’m killing time just sipping a coffee in Pitt St watching the traffic go by and the Sydney’s office workers scurry in various directions.
It feels like a scene straight out of a book by that guy who wrote in the 1920s-1930s. I’ve forgotten his name.

It occurred to me (for the billionth time) that it is important to just stop. To stop and have some of your own time. It seems ironic that my time is used most effectively in a buzzing and noisy environment but that’s just me.
It’s important to stop in order to allow ourselves to reflect over precisely that - ourselves. Who we are. Where we’re going.

It gives me a little piece of mind to remember that amidst the growth of technology and AI systems, that we’re still human.

Just looked through my Year 7 English book. I find it very interesting that for a peer marked speech I averaged 10-13/20 from roughly 10 group markers.
Come Year 11-12 and who’s the one getting full marks? ;)

Anonymous asked: What flavour cupcake or muffin is that your holding in your hand?

I heard it’s called ‘Tranny flavour’.

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