Showing posts with label secret. Show all posts
Showing posts with label secret. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

small *BRIGHT* stories!

Well Hello there! Blog readers, are you ready for some short, sharp stories about my weekend adventures?
No?
Well i suggest stop reading this instant.

So it begins:
-Destination: Bright.
-Days: 4
-Attendees: i lost track
-To do: camp, explore, enjoy, relax, survive.
-Amenities: None.

*Bliss.*

*Everyone was arriving at random intervals during the day, so we decided to stay in town pottering around & exploring our new home. After starting off with a delicious breakfast of pesto toast, poached eggs, shredded beetroot & feta at a quaint little cafe called 'Coral Lee' (best.name.ever.) we began exploring. There was a huge market full of unpretentious country people, it was lovely. They sold everything from fleecey clothes, jams, chutneys, sheep skins, crepes to homemade soaps. There's something nice about wandering through a country market in the sunshine... except for the part where your annoying friend is trying to beat you up, push you into other people & try to make you fall over. Thankyou Captain Annoying!*

*Our campsite: was on a massive block of land. On one side was a pine forest. On the other side, was an old abandoned building. Oh yes, we definitely explored that! According to 'legend,' it was used for some crazy cult years ago. It was really quite strange. You walk into a big hall with bright blue carpet, a stage at the front & wood panel walls. There are two hallways running along the side each with multiple rooms coming off them. These smaller rooms have carpeted walls. I'm telling you, it was WEIRD. The rooms were maybe 3m x 3m, perhaps? The place had been trashed with the obligatory spray paint everywhere, broken windows & smashed walls. Strange. Very strange. I was hoping to find hidden treasure but all we found were some dead birds.*

*We set up our camp & started a bonfire. Super chilled, snacks, chats, toasting marshmallows, song writing, guitar playing & a full moon. Ahh, then there's that awkward moment when you are relaxing on a tarp, next to the bonfire, under the stars, sipping some American Honey whiskey, you roll over onto your stomach & the friend sitting next to you informs you that 'You have white, sticky marshmallow all over your bum.' Awesome. How did i try to fix it? By rubbing dirt into it. Fail!*

*Under the moonlight, we played 'Hide & Scare' in the forest. Everyone goes into the forest & then you have to hunt each other down & try to scare one another. The only problem with this is, it's dead quiet & you can hear someone creeping up on you from miles away. Except for that one time when i was walking along thinking i was being sneaky & my darling friend gave me the fright of my life. I screamed down the forest. 'ARGHHHH!' She got me good.*

*There is also a hedge maze near Bright. Usually, i am rubbish in a maze. Not this time! I think a highlight was finding the 2nd tower & waiting.. waiting..waiting for everyone else to find it 'Hey guys, what took you so long?!' We had a mini tower dance party & then moved on.*

*Possibly the biggest surprise of my weekend away was discovering that my friend has a fear of feathers. Oh the joy i got from this & will continue to get from this!*

*On the last afternoon we decided a trip up to Mt Hotham was in store. And boy was it amazing! Climbing the mountain along winding roads, it was getting colder & colder with each bend in the road. The views were spectacular! Mountains as far as the eye can see, hidden under a sea of clouds. Then, snow. It was actually snowing! The further up the mountain we got, the more snow there was. Looking out across the mountains, it looked like white frosting had been sprinkled everywhere, it was magical. We finally reached the top & it was absolutely freezing! But despite the icy'ness, it was so beautiful having snowflakes fall softly on our faces. Amazing. Beautiful. Mesmerising. Peaceful. We grabbed some snacks & hit up the pub. Overlooking the mountains, snow softly floating down from the sky, a guy playing guitar & singing us songs, it was the epitome of bliss.* 

*The mountains took away my breath :)*
xox

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

SICK/TWISTED/MIND

....and that's just the inner workings of me!
So i was emailing a couple of friends earlier in the week & we were discussing how it is often beneficial to keep a diary if you're going through a hard time/good time/rad time/bad time/glad time/sad time etc.
That sort of thing.
Not so much a diary you write in daily.
'Dear diary, today i wanted to sleep in, but noooo, i have to get up for stupid boring school...'
No. *Yawn.
I was talking more of a diary you write in when you needed to get something off your chest. 
Theres' something therapeutic about writing down all your thoughts, feelings, emotions that can help you deal with it.
Whether its something good or bad that's happening in your life.
Personal experience has taught me this.
ie: loves, hates, annoyances, sorrows, secrets (whether they are yours or someone elses!) who you wish you could punch/slap/kick in the face, hilarious experiences you have with your friends, sketches of aforementioned scenarios, even keeping photos in there that no one else should ever see.
Uh Huh. 
In high school I had a diary that I'd write in when things like
that came up.  
It was so good at the time!
Yes yes yes.
You have to absolutely write down every single detail/thought/emotion, no matter how wild/dumb/stupid/hurtful/idiotic/it feels, otherwise it will linger in your brain forEVER & drive you insane!
Get it all out.
Who cares what you say- you are the only person who will
be reading it. 
For some, it's about being ok to let go of something & knowing we've done everything absolutely humanly possible & in our strength to fix it/change it/whatever it.
It's all fine & dandy to believe something but it's another thing to actually accept it for ourselves.
This can take weeks, months or even years.
Physically writing our thoughts down.. can be somewhat soothing.
It's raw & unpretentious.
Its almost like a confession of someone who is vulnerable.
It's you.
...did i get somewhat off track?!
Back to it. 
I'd write about all my crushes & dumb stuff like that.
ie: 'Today walking down the corridor at school, *insert name here* called me 'babe' WOW! I was so stoked, I didn't think
he knew i existed!'
 Blah etc etc blah.
Utterly dumb teenage trash like that.
It was actually quite embarrassing to read years later.
I definitely also wrote about deeper more important things than that. This was purely an example.
As for my high school diary... i ended up burning it in our open fire place one night.
I figured, it was safer to burn the evidence.
..except for those photos i mentioned earlier.. i kept those.
XOX
ps- It was quite exhilarating to burn that!

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Using a fake name when ordering coffee :)

Why?
Is it for the mystery, the excitement that we told a white lie to a total stranger & the fact that they will never know the truth,
will we get caught?
I know for a fact that I am not the only person who does this
when getting a coffee.
A few of my friends also have alias names.
Alias names are so James Bond, so Ethan Hunt & so hot right now!
I guess part of the reason I do it is because quite often people don't understand me.. I'm not talking a different language & I'm pretty sure I'm not talking jibberish..  
(no, sorry, I'm not going to tell you my real name, the majority of you will know me anyway)
What i will tell you is that my name has often been mistaken for Carol & even Nicole.
I took it upon myself to take away the awkwardness of having to correct people & spell out my name each time i order coffee.
It's just easier.
This got me thinking.
Why are we so scared about letting people know
who we really are?
Is it a subconscious protection for ourselves so we don't give people the opportunity to hurt us?
I, for example, am very guarded.
It takes a hell of a lot for me to let someone in.
A close friend put it best when she said about me:
"You are easy to get along with but hard to get to know."
Yeah. Can't really add anything to that.
She hit the nail on the head.
This quote is up there on my list of favourites:
"People who are guarded are afraid that you can see right through them. That's why they hide behind layers."
True.
Who really knows you?
Well, going out on a whim, I'd say there would only be a handful of people who really truly know you.
Inside & out.
Hold onto these people because those who mind, don't matter & those who matter don't mind.
Getting back to names..
..as per this picture recently sent to me by a friend, maybe I'll change my name to this:
...although, that might confuse people more.
'Copenhagen? Like the capital of Denmark?'
'Yes.'
XOX
ps- Speaking of Copenhagen, i hear it is amazing & i would love to go there!
Will you take me?
Please?