Ok...so I haven't posted anything in ages, for that I apologise to my ghostly fan base. Let's just put it down to me being busy...ok lies, I've been both busy and lazy.
I am so tired.
Just had to get that out there: the extent to which I am both physically and emotionally drained is severe- moving house in the past month with only one day off a week and having to work continuously with no days off for the past two weeks has me exhausted! I will say though that I find myself content. Single life has taken itself to a whole new extreme with me- single, very sexy, house to myself with no nagging parents and freedom to be indulged in.....yet I spend my Friday nights in bed with a glass of wine and a movie.
Thumbs up to being independent!
So the last month has evidently been crazy for me...I've had to cover a shift at our small outlet once a week which has been amazing for people watching. I find it fascinating that so many people have nothing to do all day, save for shopping, buying Planet Yoghurt or sneaking off to the movies when they should be at work. It's interesting that there are so many odd faces, strange mannerisms and even more bizarre clothing choices out there. I saw a guy the other day; super tall and skinny, dark skin, wide stride. He looked as though he had just gotten out of bed, or moreso as if his mother had just kicked him out of bed. He was wearing a black long-sleeve t-shirt thing, paired with a hot pink pair of skinny corduroy pants- covered of course in little white hearts. Now, I am all for self expression and being yourself and not letting anyone shape your opinions and the such...but surely a line must be drawn somewhere?
Mad respect to him for being 'out there' though.
Now I am fully aware that some of the things I choose to notice may be strange or unnoticed to most, but it's the little things that matter, right? Have you ever sat for a moment and considered the smells around you? Sitting in a little box all day watching people walk past was like a disco in my nasal passage. Every now and then I would be hit by a wave of sickly-sweet perfume from a woman dressed in business attire, you can almost see the trail of it following her as she tiptoes on, like a cloud of pink that suffocates whatever it touches. Or a man in a suit on his way to a "business lunch" with a yellow-brown cloud of musky cologne hanging around his head and shoulders. There's also a Mother smell too. I get this quite a bit at The Gallery- it consists of nappies and baby powder, wet wipes, milk, sweat pants & trainers, and more often that not, exhaustion. One of my most hated is the stench of body odour. It seems to stick in the air long after its owner has disappeared around the corner, a thickly dense, heavy odour that lines itself inside your nose and makes its home there for a good half hour.
I can almost smell the cocktail now, just needs ice and a little umbrella.
High season should be kicking in now, I get to watch an assortment of people walk through The Gallery doors- it's almost like opening a packet of Liquorice allsorts: you know what's in there but you still want to see them all. I hope this season brings in a few twenty-something-year-olds, Lord only knows how much I'd like a good flirtation shesh with a foreign hottie!
But that's to be discussed another time...
For now, I need to focus a bit on my completely experimental cooking phase. It gets interesting, but when you just 'wing it' then things are always bound to be! Honestly I'm not doing too badly; no reports of food poisoning on my half yet and my parents actually loved the lasagna I took round to their place the other day- early candidate for Daughter of the Year award? I think so!
Till next time,
TT
Saturday, 1 June 2013
Wednesday, 24 April 2013
Nature-ally Beautiful.
There is something just so magnificent about nature.
I understand why the greats like Frost and Wordsworth spent so much time and effort creating some form of beautiful lyric about a single flower or creature. The other day as I sat and ate my lunch at work, I was quietly surprised by a moment of absolute serenity.
The air was calm and quiet; the sun cast a gentle layer of warmth over the trees and grass. I watched as two squirrels flirted around a plant pot in the far corner of the garden. They reminded me of a young teenage couple, when that first relationship is so fresh and so new, so innocent. They darted and dashed, leapt and lingered between the hedge and the pot. It took but a moment where their tiny little eyes met for them to proceed to copulate, at which point a small smile graced my face.
The substance which I was eating escapes my memory.
As I took another bite and returned my gaze to the plant pot, I was distracted by two butterflies that seemed to be floating so effortlessly through the air, the flashes of white and black darting across the grass and along the trees. They directed my attention upwards, at which point a glorious glimmer of orange and blue caught my eye, and ignited some sort of curiosity in me that I haven't felt in a long time. As I struggled to locate where the colours had flown to, I was strangely calm yet excited and intrigued. Searching the branches and leaves above me, the colours flew again, this time to a small tree in the sun opposite my seat.
There I got to see it properly.
Only a few feet away on a branch, was an absolutely stunning Paradise Flycatcher. The glint from the sun lit up this beautiful bird, the brilliant blue and the length of orange tail shimmering gently, almost as if it was magical. The few moments it sat there looking around seemed to last, just taking in its breathtaking beauty at such a close distance was an incredible feeling.
I only wish I had my camera.
Suddenly, as if he had seen his prize, he took flight and headed straight for me, my pulse quickened as he did so and just at the last moment with a tip of the wing he flew up onto a branch just above the table’s umbrella. It took me a moment to collect myself, the blue and orange flashing in my mind. I lost him for a few minutes; he seemed to be hiding in the trees. After a short while I figured my lucky sighting had run its course, and resumed my watch over the flirty squirrels.
Lo and behold, I was wrong.
Igniting the golden sun once again, he flew across from a tree to land on the branch where I had first seen him, concealed by the browning leaves but still visible. It took me a moment to realise what was going on, but once I did I found myself overcome with a mild sense of satisfaction and jealousy.
There was a female.
Just as brightly blue and orange as he, she was perched on a branch just higher than his, the leaves providing a better camouflage. I watched for ages, as the Courting Flycatchers danced around the tree tops, splashing the mesmerising blue and orange wherever they went. She was playing hard-to-get no less and he, being simply male, was infatuated. Following every move from tree to tree, branch to branch, the courtship was a beautiful blend of dance and colour.
In a moment like that, so serene and so perfect, where two beautiful creatures are so involved with nothing but each other, I simply sighed.
I simply smiled.
Till next time,
TT
I understand why the greats like Frost and Wordsworth spent so much time and effort creating some form of beautiful lyric about a single flower or creature. The other day as I sat and ate my lunch at work, I was quietly surprised by a moment of absolute serenity.
The air was calm and quiet; the sun cast a gentle layer of warmth over the trees and grass. I watched as two squirrels flirted around a plant pot in the far corner of the garden. They reminded me of a young teenage couple, when that first relationship is so fresh and so new, so innocent. They darted and dashed, leapt and lingered between the hedge and the pot. It took but a moment where their tiny little eyes met for them to proceed to copulate, at which point a small smile graced my face.
The substance which I was eating escapes my memory.
As I took another bite and returned my gaze to the plant pot, I was distracted by two butterflies that seemed to be floating so effortlessly through the air, the flashes of white and black darting across the grass and along the trees. They directed my attention upwards, at which point a glorious glimmer of orange and blue caught my eye, and ignited some sort of curiosity in me that I haven't felt in a long time. As I struggled to locate where the colours had flown to, I was strangely calm yet excited and intrigued. Searching the branches and leaves above me, the colours flew again, this time to a small tree in the sun opposite my seat.
There I got to see it properly.
Only a few feet away on a branch, was an absolutely stunning Paradise Flycatcher. The glint from the sun lit up this beautiful bird, the brilliant blue and the length of orange tail shimmering gently, almost as if it was magical. The few moments it sat there looking around seemed to last, just taking in its breathtaking beauty at such a close distance was an incredible feeling.
I only wish I had my camera.
Suddenly, as if he had seen his prize, he took flight and headed straight for me, my pulse quickened as he did so and just at the last moment with a tip of the wing he flew up onto a branch just above the table’s umbrella. It took me a moment to collect myself, the blue and orange flashing in my mind. I lost him for a few minutes; he seemed to be hiding in the trees. After a short while I figured my lucky sighting had run its course, and resumed my watch over the flirty squirrels.
Lo and behold, I was wrong.
Igniting the golden sun once again, he flew across from a tree to land on the branch where I had first seen him, concealed by the browning leaves but still visible. It took me a moment to realise what was going on, but once I did I found myself overcome with a mild sense of satisfaction and jealousy.
There was a female.
Just as brightly blue and orange as he, she was perched on a branch just higher than his, the leaves providing a better camouflage. I watched for ages, as the Courting Flycatchers danced around the tree tops, splashing the mesmerising blue and orange wherever they went. She was playing hard-to-get no less and he, being simply male, was infatuated. Following every move from tree to tree, branch to branch, the courtship was a beautiful blend of dance and colour.
In a moment like that, so serene and so perfect, where two beautiful creatures are so involved with nothing but each other, I simply sighed.
I simply smiled.
Till next time,
TT
Wednesday, 17 April 2013
This Is Life In Colour.
Oh, where to start.....
I feel only slightly bad that I've waited two and a half weeks to write up something after my last post. Oh well.
The past two weeks have felt like two months. My most recent endeavour to move out of my parents house has proved to be far more difficult and emotionally draining than anticipated. I had, up until two weeks ago, found the perfect house...then the owner decided to up the rent to a crazy amount and that saw me looking all over again. I find myself becoming more desperate to find something; everyday I get hopeful that I've found a nice place, but when I go to see it it's a dump. It's almost like a daily emotional rollercoaster that's driving me nuts.
I was crazy for thinking this would be easy.
Oh well, perseverance.
In other life news...not much. It's been an interesting a few weeks, that's for sure, but I honestly don't know where to start. Things at the Gallery have been slow, but it's pretty much the same old same old. I did get chatted up by two guys that came by, guess it works out alright to wear mini skirts to work! One of them is quite cute, there might be something there save for the fact that he's gone back to America and won't be back until next year.
Oh well, patience.
I feel more like a grown up in certain ways each day. I passed my driving test last week, mum was so excited. That and the combination of house hunting and planning out furniture, I feel like I'm hitting adulthood at a running pace.
Let's see how long that lasts.
Have you ever looked at the shape or expression of someones face, the way their features are placed or angled, the curve of their lip, or the crease of their brow? When you study it for a while have you ever felt your own face moulding into what you see? I don't quite know how to explain it, but it's something I've noticed over the years. If you look at someone interesting for a while and look away, for a split second it feels like you look like them. Maybe I'm crazy, but try it some time and let me know how it works out. It's not a question of moving your own features to match someone else, it's feeling it...
I might be animating my imagination beyond its capabilities.
The title of this post sums up so much for the past almost year. I was so used to living life in black and white, now it seems to slowly be inching into colour, just like the transition from B/W tele.
Geez! the things clients say! Direct quote from a British woman standing not far from me: "Only Americans would buy something so ostentatious!" (I had no idea that golf ball markers were!)
I suppose I should get back to work now.
Till next time,
Toothless Twiga.
I feel only slightly bad that I've waited two and a half weeks to write up something after my last post. Oh well.
The past two weeks have felt like two months. My most recent endeavour to move out of my parents house has proved to be far more difficult and emotionally draining than anticipated. I had, up until two weeks ago, found the perfect house...then the owner decided to up the rent to a crazy amount and that saw me looking all over again. I find myself becoming more desperate to find something; everyday I get hopeful that I've found a nice place, but when I go to see it it's a dump. It's almost like a daily emotional rollercoaster that's driving me nuts.
I was crazy for thinking this would be easy.
Oh well, perseverance.
In other life news...not much. It's been an interesting a few weeks, that's for sure, but I honestly don't know where to start. Things at the Gallery have been slow, but it's pretty much the same old same old. I did get chatted up by two guys that came by, guess it works out alright to wear mini skirts to work! One of them is quite cute, there might be something there save for the fact that he's gone back to America and won't be back until next year.
Oh well, patience.
I feel more like a grown up in certain ways each day. I passed my driving test last week, mum was so excited. That and the combination of house hunting and planning out furniture, I feel like I'm hitting adulthood at a running pace.
Let's see how long that lasts.
Have you ever looked at the shape or expression of someones face, the way their features are placed or angled, the curve of their lip, or the crease of their brow? When you study it for a while have you ever felt your own face moulding into what you see? I don't quite know how to explain it, but it's something I've noticed over the years. If you look at someone interesting for a while and look away, for a split second it feels like you look like them. Maybe I'm crazy, but try it some time and let me know how it works out. It's not a question of moving your own features to match someone else, it's feeling it...
I might be animating my imagination beyond its capabilities.
The title of this post sums up so much for the past almost year. I was so used to living life in black and white, now it seems to slowly be inching into colour, just like the transition from B/W tele.
Geez! the things clients say! Direct quote from a British woman standing not far from me: "Only Americans would buy something so ostentatious!" (I had no idea that golf ball markers were!)
I suppose I should get back to work now.
Till next time,
Toothless Twiga.
Monday, 25 March 2013
Intro To My Life.
So I thought I would start off simple by writing up a little about what my life is right now, and why I'm starting this. I don't think people will read my blog, and if anyone does I doubt it would interest them. Besides, I write for myself, not for the people.
So why am I doing this?
I consider myself a writer, of poetry and random jargon, never quite managed to even start a novel of any kind for fear of the words on the pages not living up to my idea of a story, or just getting bored halfway through. It's taken a few years to realise how bad my writers block has been, and how little inspiration has been present, if any, in my life. I'm hoping that by starting up a blog I can try to find some form of balance and peace of mind, maybe even start writing again and finish the play I started 5 years ago.
But that's for another time.
I recently turned 20 and had a look back at the past 2 1/2 years of my life; I can now see how much I've changed. I like to think that I've grown. New friends, incredible people, and some amazing teachers have really shaped how I see the world now, how I write, how I act and react, and how I understand things. Someone once told me "You see things in a different light when you turn 18." He was very right about that. The world becomes a different place.
One week after my final exams, before I had even graduated, I found myself with my first job- one which I didn't know a lot about. I work at an art gallery. Isn't life interesting? It's a whole new thrill, earning your own money, and having to be responsible for something other than the organisation of which cute guy to invite to a house party. 9 months down the road of my 'adulthood' and I've met some interesting people along the way on a weekly basis.
As an aspiring actress, I often watch the people that walk into my gallery and pick up on the tiny details of their beings. It may be the way they walk, or how often they play with their hair, but everything is interesting and it's things like that that make each person unique.
I would like to write about them.
So I guess this blog will serve as my log book of weird and wacky people I meet, the diary of my ever-changing life, and the one place I can write my thoughts and be free.
Till next time,
Toothless Twiga.
So why am I doing this?
I consider myself a writer, of poetry and random jargon, never quite managed to even start a novel of any kind for fear of the words on the pages not living up to my idea of a story, or just getting bored halfway through. It's taken a few years to realise how bad my writers block has been, and how little inspiration has been present, if any, in my life. I'm hoping that by starting up a blog I can try to find some form of balance and peace of mind, maybe even start writing again and finish the play I started 5 years ago.
But that's for another time.
I recently turned 20 and had a look back at the past 2 1/2 years of my life; I can now see how much I've changed. I like to think that I've grown. New friends, incredible people, and some amazing teachers have really shaped how I see the world now, how I write, how I act and react, and how I understand things. Someone once told me "You see things in a different light when you turn 18." He was very right about that. The world becomes a different place.
One week after my final exams, before I had even graduated, I found myself with my first job- one which I didn't know a lot about. I work at an art gallery. Isn't life interesting? It's a whole new thrill, earning your own money, and having to be responsible for something other than the organisation of which cute guy to invite to a house party. 9 months down the road of my 'adulthood' and I've met some interesting people along the way on a weekly basis.
As an aspiring actress, I often watch the people that walk into my gallery and pick up on the tiny details of their beings. It may be the way they walk, or how often they play with their hair, but everything is interesting and it's things like that that make each person unique.
I would like to write about them.
So I guess this blog will serve as my log book of weird and wacky people I meet, the diary of my ever-changing life, and the one place I can write my thoughts and be free.
Till next time,
Toothless Twiga.
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