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'we wish to pursue the truth no matter where it leads' ^
Alarmingly wonderful.

The weekend was sad - i sat in bed on Sunday night at 12.23am after skyping home with my sun-jar glowing a cooling blue, writing in my diary by that light, and listening to birdy. I drew shapes on my skin, hearts and teardrops. I forgot to take my towel to the shower with me, realized, then got in the shower anyway - soaked the fresh clothes i put on to walk back to my room in.

I would love crepes right now

Canada

Once upon a time my family took me travelling, we went all sorts of places and gave me the slight itchy wanderlust in the soles of my feet. We visited family; nana was in Canada where there were mosquitoes in summer, wolves in winter and she looked after her horse Flicka all year round. The insects loved my blood, especially the night that my mosquito net was broken - i hated it, lying in the dark and listening for them - i wondered if there was one inside my ear. Her garden was full of flowers and i remember the sun, particularly the day we went to the safari and she didn't have air conditioning in her car and there were monkeys on the roof snapping pieces of car off so the windows were tightly shut. I was clicking pictures of the deer even though she told me they were pests and lived in New Zealand too, just as the monkey broke off the car in front's antennae.

We went to the local play area which was a swing on the dusty dirt ground, we were more interested in the rocks on the ground, we would hit them on one another and occasionally they would crack and the inside was full of black crystal. One night we went to a medieval knights show in Toronto, it was really nice - the audience was sectioned off into knights to support and were given crowns to wear in their colours. It so happened that the knight were the supporting, the black and white, won the tournament and so was handed flowers to girls in the crowd (i was so close to having a flower i thought) however... he then had chose a little princess: It was me. I walked through the crowd to sit up beside the 'king and queen' and watch the final battle while wearing a little sash, didn't really take it in as i'm not used to being chosen. What i find amusing now was that i began acting along (eight years old of course) and played along with expressions of fear and horror on my face whenever my knight was under attack - the queen then asked me if i was okay as i must have looked as if i were in pain. Oh dear, such an awkward child

Niagara falls is enormous, we were told tales of people surviving going over it in barrels and such - there weren't that many stories.

Unusual idea for a Autumn/Winter gathering of friends, make hot spiced pumpkin soup from a pumpkin and then place it back inside the for fun pumpkin to keep it warm. 

Mondays + happiness = hardly a Monday at all

Happiness on Mondays

My favourite tea, but i have no way to find more. Mum even looked at trying to ship a box here from England which is where i picked it up in the first place. It's called bright mood, and it does just that with cinnamon, hops and orange peel. It's tag even comes with a little saying for your day, often confusing

Other ways to cheer myself up on a Monday are to spin around on a chair, actually do a little bit of study which makes any movie watching feel more deserved and myself less stressed for future exams. Have a long hot shower, wear thick woolen socks, drink gingerbread hot chocolate, go outside and just walk (between trees is best).

The secret garden

We had a ball, in both ways. It looked charming, everyone was pretty and the live music wasn't bad.
Theme was the secret garden. I used to dream i had a secret garden and buried myself in the bushes around my house for a few hours every time i read that book, except then i encountered weta and spiders as i live in NZ so everything wasn't so fun after that.
                         

These two were lovely ball hairstyles my friends had: 

Finders Sharers

I've found an interesting artist; i usually do not like sculpture at all and yet i like these. Combined with painting as Shintaro Ohata has done it is actually rather beautiful, in a style that is fresh to my eyes.

Now

I have three days till my epidemiology exam and it seems more and more to me like it is a nothing subject with very little you can study for it.
Finding friends birthday present is extremely difficult sometimes, boys are so much harder than girls. With two weeks to go i'm thinking about this: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0070QMUFA/?tag=047-20 for kicks, though i have no idea how to order off amazon i still feel a unicorn mask would go down quite well.

Door121 - Wild Runaway

Super 8 film magic from Door 121.   

Photographer: Zachary Handley

Model: Kendall Walters

Stylists: Elena Antoniou and  Sarah Leung

Filmography/DOP: Andrew Kaineder Graphics: Studio Alté

Music: 1976 Studios/Planet Love Sound - "We'll Be Alright (Outro)"

Crowned in trouble

Now

Everyone has their motives for the way they are, sometimes they forget that other people care
Life is troubling at the moment, everyone is extremely opinionated when i just want to float on through with a happy face on painting the world and learning the health sciences for interest. Well, interest and a battle of learning, physiotherapy sounds interesting but very one way as you can't branch out so easily as with a bachelor of science.
I met a girl who painted cherries on my fingertips last night
I drank fluorescent green drinks that tasted of Malibu and pink grapefruit and weren't too sweet for me, then shots came out as is the Dunedin way. Myself and Judge found bright yellow cowboy hats and purple lays and leaned back on chairs as we waited for everyone to come back in and smile at our outfits.
We gathered in the courtyard and called up at people through windows, people being someone named Blackbeard as that was his last name, i like his name.
Then we went to dinner and all the calm and fun went out the window, it was so loud in my ears and people would listen or not listen and not everyone knew everyone else and so passed meaningful glances along the table about these 'other people'. I was the only person at the table who knew every single person.. the way that they then dealt with each other was both interesting and i-don't-want-to-be-here. Some people really are territorial over the strangest things it seems, that and there was a crazily high number of girls present.

Health sciences

It's not too bad and not too wonderful at the moment being a first year health science.. our numbers at my residential hall have more than halved since the beginning of the year and still i am on my way toward this goal I've had since year 10. I'm feeling far more shaky than before about such a dead-set straight course of this to this to this. Our human body systems (HUBS) terms test on the cardiovascular and respiratory systems was on Friday and i found it fine, which surprised me as i had seen the averages for the test from the last two years were 50% and 56% average marks. Which are pretty low considering that so many have dropped out already, so i would have thought the average might increase after the mid-semester break at home. It is true that the work load has decreased with only three papers this semester and i feel like i have far more time. With a 15% epidemiology test in 5 days i may need that time for more studious reasons now and leave my gym sessions at Unipol until late in the evenings. Also reading notes at the gym while cycling or on the cross-trainer is a great idea!

Tales

Making daisy-chains is just something that should be done when ever possible. In winter here there are no flowers, unsurprisingly.. but there are just a few more months until spring. 

This was in high summer when we made butter-cup chains and wore them on our heads until we felt silly (no longer in the hills) and i rescued a tiny rabbit from a grey cat who was determined for me not to have it. 

It seems like forever when i first discovered oil paints and was painting little pictures on my friends skin on our Easter camp in the middle of no where. That was the camp where i wore a home-made onesie and awoke with morning hair that was interesting and huge. I had my hot air balloon obsession at that point, there is something very charming about them that exceeds the beauty a plane can have. I still wish i could take a ride in one. 

All just for fun of course

Photo diary

There a quite a number of reasons i have made this blog
I feel the need to be honest, free and happy.. this makes me feel so
I love to share my pictures and paintings and experiences, pieces of my life that make me so happy
Here are photos from my life for the last two years, the year it snowed for the very first time (global warming uh oh?), the year of my final year of school before i could 'escape' of sorts, the year i fell out of love and have been lost to it ever since and the year i began to feel a little lost and wished to travel places with a feeling so strong i still feel its power. The photos are my own and occasionally others:

This year is my first year away from home and I miss it (my cats, family, food, friends, comfort and sitting by the fireplace with a hot drink - I do love my hot drinks) This year has been the hardest year of my life with the course I am taking, now in my second semester and the mid-semester exams are a mere 8 days away.

My final portfolio, at the viewing evening 2011

My shared birthday with Kate - we camped, made rainbow jelly and swam in the sea in our underwear

paint party at Venture, it was huge and very cold afterwards

The strangest art project for school of my life

Floorball, we played this for a while. We were the only non-adult team