tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61276515860498094142024-02-06T19:59:09.088-08:00Specs,Camera Lenses and the Meaning of LifeGeordiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240927288974818541noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127651586049809414.post-70276222469044169762013-08-09T04:30:00.001-07:002013-08-09T04:30:26.298-07:00Daily outfit-casual Friday.<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYvWCgO3MXNuVvFOvKdsNW6bVti3dAUjTIamjjylaeaM7v0oo5cY3USkyyXCoKVDIyxaelLx0PaBLG_zHglzOJvxr6pXBUb7pY4NDhu1lk8nHdw6z7mmYygJYV8fJKQCIFElQF5wmmEXk/s640/blogger-image-1517186563.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYvWCgO3MXNuVvFOvKdsNW6bVti3dAUjTIamjjylaeaM7v0oo5cY3USkyyXCoKVDIyxaelLx0PaBLG_zHglzOJvxr6pXBUb7pY4NDhu1lk8nHdw6z7mmYygJYV8fJKQCIFElQF5wmmEXk/s640/blogger-image-1517186563.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Not everyone can afford high end designer labels, fortunately for mass production it's easy too be on trend and on a budget or even mix and match for your own take on things. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Today I wore: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Striped body con T-shirt dress by envious; maxi skirt from best and less; knitted snood from cotton on; pleather biker jacket from some market stall; </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">studded ballet flats from target with my oversized studded handbag from cotton on.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I call it boho biker chic, or just comfey. </div>Geordiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240927288974818541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127651586049809414.post-41796398029891468462013-08-09T04:20:00.001-07:002013-08-09T04:20:58.371-07:00“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is
all.” ― Oscar WildeHello to all my fashionistas, <div><br></div><div>And welcome back to another fabulous Friday! I've been thinking, what actually constitutes fashion and what makes a fashionista, and if you think the answer is obviously 'fashion is clothing shoes and accessories and a fashionista is someone who is always on trend and rocking the latest from the run way' well yeah in terms of the socially accepted definition you are right fashion is clothing, shoes and accessories and a fashionista is always dressed in the latest. However to me fashion is about more than just clothing. It's about how they make you feel, they are an expression of self and a form of art, a fashionista is someone who pushes the boundaries and expresses them selves through their own sense of style and using clothing to complete the living, breathing art form that they want to create. So there's something to think about.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXHJTU1usKDTGE58GSR8nNLP_Sr3t-8dDb-jHKk5olFrJz6dKWloCJ3aHcS8qDbo854R-2yeyJozJyDgIqCJN8maplCoqDEbClqxCLxQmXQRwg1tCmwfmn31OgZf_ULHaFvMbrJ7dsIiM/s640/blogger-image-1481045530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXHJTU1usKDTGE58GSR8nNLP_Sr3t-8dDb-jHKk5olFrJz6dKWloCJ3aHcS8qDbo854R-2yeyJozJyDgIqCJN8maplCoqDEbClqxCLxQmXQRwg1tCmwfmn31OgZf_ULHaFvMbrJ7dsIiM/s640/blogger-image-1481045530.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Things that gave me my sparkle this week:</div><div>New products at work, Thursdays are like Christmas in there, just with more styrofoam. White tea with rose, it's delicious, nutritious, smells divine and tastes great. Today I wore a maxi skirt for the first time in a long time, I felt so fantastic. Blogging in my polka dot onsie, can anybody say toastie?! Chicken and chorizo paella. Garlic, oh how I love garlic I use it a lot in cooking one because it makes everything taste good and two because its is excellent at alleviating the symptoms of cold and flue and fighting them, best herb ever. Did you know that a sultana is a dried white grape where as a raisin is a smaller red grape, either way I don't like them but I found it interesting. Afternoon naps with my kitten. Reading fashion mags equates to studying, I love my homework. Having a supportive boyfriend. Having a creative explosion, hello designs for spring/summer 2013.</div>Geordiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240927288974818541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127651586049809414.post-82521803863610053682013-08-02T04:38:00.001-07:002013-08-02T04:41:08.186-07:00I'm no different to any other wanna be fashion designer infact I'm
probably exactly the same as the rest of you, I just do it a little
differently.Okay so welcome back to another fabulous Friday, which to be honest with you is not being spent all that fabulously at all. I'm coming to you live from the Sydney to lithgow train.... Long story don't ask but I don't have enough fuel to drive. <div>However I've had an epiphany, I am no different to any other wanna be fashion designer, we all have these big ideas of how to change the face of fashion, but lets face it everything has been done, it's all just a re interpretation of something that exists, and even if you could change things it would take a lot of money for marketing and a hell of a lot of influential pull. I'm a neither here nor there person, I am not completely out there nor am I a plain Jane, I am that person that seems average or reserved until I open my mouth, yes that is me. The only way i am different to the rest is i do things differently to achieve the same outcome. Okay senseless epiphany done for the week, it makes sense to me okay.</div><div><br></div><div>Over the past two weeks I have had a fabulous time, between my birthday presents and visits from some of the bestest friends a girl could ask for, I am full of sparkle and ready too rock and roll.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfrqXKDCmBKuxEs1cOAzmpx0gQHBjWVdHOfV6n-j4aGCFsIc3hnJ1kyOCyaZHC7kW-yHpU1ZqaCKcEhTHoHwLThLV8iK0CyLVJLPFKkGy5TbdSfDQQfEaw05MbefirBkNTREfZBw4Zplw/s640/blogger-image--1978775386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfrqXKDCmBKuxEs1cOAzmpx0gQHBjWVdHOfV6n-j4aGCFsIc3hnJ1kyOCyaZHC7kW-yHpU1ZqaCKcEhTHoHwLThLV8iK0CyLVJLPFKkGy5TbdSfDQQfEaw05MbefirBkNTREfZBw4Zplw/s640/blogger-image--1978775386.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>Having a fantastic boyfriend who know me to well. Motherduck made me a birthday cake it was delicious. that painful burn of progress squats give you. snuggles with pandora. Lunch time cocktail jugs with stez. Playing pool at the pub with my sister. Plotting and scheming my decor with Motherduck, she is a truely handy person to have as a mother you should all check out her blog she i faaaaaabulous! Www.blogger.com/adreamhousefortrish , vamoose get on it people! Cooking roast dinners for Tom, he just appreciates it so much, and I got a French oven for my birthday that I needed to use. Punk goes pop, because I like listening to bad pop songs made into slightly better or worse in some case punk songs. Spotted onsie, if I find my onsie dance photo I will post it.</div><div><br></div><div>So ladies and jelly beans what's made your week? </div><div><br></div><div>Ps does anyone have a pen I forgot mine and its really hard to write notes without one.</div><div><br></div><div>Love and Butterfly kisses too all,</div><div>Geordie-Claire </div><div>Xo</div><div><br></div>Geordiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240927288974818541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127651586049809414.post-4932686684570880772013-07-26T02:31:00.001-07:002013-07-26T02:31:55.964-07:00And she lived happily ever after<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRUEP6kKlx-of9XR81U4evzW_D8JYtYINaiG_woZAK1p4XT8Kje3CPFog9uxyjqHcenRhnIAMIQGOOPkBUB6szoPJQvqtPDLB-J_LZqX4HxmlP0syAC-iXxh4sguJ5w9fAfjFyPakbdmg/s640/blogger-image--857163693.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRUEP6kKlx-of9XR81U4evzW_D8JYtYINaiG_woZAK1p4XT8Kje3CPFog9uxyjqHcenRhnIAMIQGOOPkBUB6szoPJQvqtPDLB-J_LZqX4HxmlP0syAC-iXxh4sguJ5w9fAfjFyPakbdmg/s640/blogger-image--857163693.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div>Tab daaaa! I'm back, after a disagreement with my blog I have returned and will do a recap of the things that are absolutely fabulous for the last couple of weeks. So lets start from the top shall we.<div><br></div><div>The food court in china town, you go down these stairs into what looks like a dingy little food court but the food is ah-mah-zing! And really cheap. Dinner dates with my little brother in the city. Cold rock icecream, need I say more? Edamame, or soy beans if you like, they're lean green full of protein and so so delicious. Early morning work outs with Tom, because I have a super supportive boyfriend. Visits from the little sister. Hair extensions, it's amazing how much difference the length of your hair can make, I feel so feminine now it's fantastic. The cleaner man at the shopping centre that believes in karma, good deeds and helping a lady, he proved that chivalry is definitely not dead and that doing good things for people still makes you feel good, I think every one should do good deeds. Staff meetings, our staff meetings are amazing, we get blankies! </div><div><br></div><div>Yeah I think that's it, as of next week I will be 20 and have lots of fabulous things to post about, like prezzies friends and visits. Oh and photos, lots of photos.</div><div><br></div><div>Hugs and squishes,</div><div>Geordie-Claire.</div>Geordiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240927288974818541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127651586049809414.post-39533862680461399572013-07-16T18:42:00.001-07:002013-07-16T18:42:50.047-07:00The only thing we have to fear is fear itself<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV3jv3i2SOZjAxOk30RnkkikOS7R3yJFcwYBW6YiG2R8ZtDwEiGJC4v32sBFuWRwikBYWPC-xG8M55ucB_QwMB-ixbFx6TfTpTIA-LINUYFjZLpi4OAswaxLXZsGTDJFwkpeOiA_qydK0/s640/blogger-image--1626985137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV3jv3i2SOZjAxOk30RnkkikOS7R3yJFcwYBW6YiG2R8ZtDwEiGJC4v32sBFuWRwikBYWPC-xG8M55ucB_QwMB-ixbFx6TfTpTIA-LINUYFjZLpi4OAswaxLXZsGTDJFwkpeOiA_qydK0/s640/blogger-image--1626985137.jpg"></a></div><br></div> <span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">Body i</span>mage, the one thing everyone cares about and has issues with in some way shape or form. Some people are crippled by low self esteem, hate their bodies and fear public opinion, others are over the moon, have self esteem coming out of there arses and love the attention wether it be good or bad. On a day to day basis we are bombarded with images of the perfect body, taught, toned, flat stomach, tight butt and perky boobs. The majority of the female population of Australia does not look like that, in fact the average Aussie woman is a size 14. The thing that makes it even worse is there are no standard sizing laws in Australia and any form of standard sizing template is dated back to post depression...... And that's recent. So sometimes I go into a shop and try on jeans il be a 10 and in the next shop il be a 14, then il be a 12. <div>The fact of the matter is I don't want to be size 8 and model material all I want is to feel comfortable in my own skin, to wear a bikini without worry about my stomach wobble or my love handles and to go into multiple shops and be relativly the same jean size. Because to be honest with you I can't have sex with any form of light because I'm afraid of my own fat rolls, I'd rather keep my shirt on thanks (p.s sorry if you read that mum) although my partner tells me I'm beautiful and perfect the way I am and that he loves my squishy belly I don't ! So last night whilst in the shower, where I do my best thinking, I decided things need to change. With the support of my brilliant boyfriend I am going to do the 30 day ab and squat challenges, conquer my fear of breakfast and quit smoking. Not because I want to look like the girls in the magazines but because I want too feel comfortable in my own body. I don't want too see my size fluctuate, and I can't change or enforce sizing standards not right now anyway, so I am going to change me. For those who know me well and know I have never stuck to any form of fitness or health program of any kind, except for walking daily I still do that. I will stick to it this time I need to, for my self esteem and my health. Here's to breakfast I will make you my bitch! </div><div><br></div><div>If you have and suggestions please don't hesitate I need all the help I can get, also if you are wanting to follow my pictorial life follow me on Instagram @specsandcameralenses. </div><div><br></div><div>Ttfn, tata for now</div><div>Geordie-Claire.</div>Geordiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240927288974818541noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127651586049809414.post-36890541766523680952013-06-21T03:34:00.001-07:002013-06-21T03:34:28.741-07:00" sometimes people who sound insane are the ones that make the most
sense"<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUC0QK6fseDUhj51wa3-V5nEQ4h8nOwmGNHav6j1zaMgVFf2dE-K-gxFDhyphenhyphenKdUiq4iowfGqFraMXhQxA4SEx79IdVnGG52KxEvrDY61vyeq9EpVQvGK1JjbPme6D1SmVTHIXk-Sl5Xc54/s640/blogger-image-1658876064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUC0QK6fseDUhj51wa3-V5nEQ4h8nOwmGNHav6j1zaMgVFf2dE-K-gxFDhyphenhyphenKdUiq4iowfGqFraMXhQxA4SEx79IdVnGG52KxEvrDY61vyeq9EpVQvGK1JjbPme6D1SmVTHIXk-Sl5Xc54/s640/blogger-image-1658876064.jpg"></a></div>I have had one hell of a week this week, and my insane cleaning spree is starting to take over, in my stressed out mess of a head. Probably the brightest and best moment of my week was the half hour I spent on the phone to a lovely lady who I will call Deb, this woman is fantastic, she most deffinatly put my sparkle right back, all she was wondering about was a basin that she hadn't collected because she's been undergoing treatment for cancer and somehow we got completely off topic, mostly because I said she sounded very well, but it ended up being about dreams and how the only person you can be is you because there is no point being anyone else, she also said that when she is well enough to walk on her own she wants to come and meet me and wants to see my designs. Deb may have stopped me from going home for that extra half hour but she reminded me of my grandmothers, a lot! This woman is so strong from what I've heared, and I admire that, she's staying positive in the face of complete negativity, I have nothing to complain about.<div><br></div><div>Fabulous Fridays.</div><div><br></div><div>Deb, unloading and receiving a truck load of furniture and looking fabulous doing it, the Mickey Mouse spot on my cats butt, receiving parcels with cookbooks and notes from gran, visits from my sister, catch up drinks with a good friend I haven't seen in forever, my very versitile sequinned LBD, ugg boots oh ugg boots, random people telling me I have sparkle .......I like that, silver linings play book I love that movie, finding my sisters selfies on my phone, quote posts from Motherduck on Facebook.</div><div><br></div><div>Goodnight lovelies and have a fabulous weekend. Also look up shave guinea pigs they look like mini hippos.</div><div><br></div><div>Hugs and squishes</div><div><br></div><div>Geordie-Claire.</div>Geordiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240927288974818541noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127651586049809414.post-56255119582731539802013-06-14T01:46:00.001-07:002013-06-14T01:50:11.079-07:00Fabulous Fridays<div><br></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZGxO0gKyvCVelY4HKEnrRSHWW2pzGWQUjapMoKMXlJFEA8bX22P-kbxM2_o0b_vAUcQH-snRgQVsP1c-fWXcWbxSlZpwpu9kEZ7DDzQlsnEx0A6CkGIaehVN8QBGr675af-zDzJYUIOs/s640/blogger-image--1388992872.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; "><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZGxO0gKyvCVelY4HKEnrRSHWW2pzGWQUjapMoKMXlJFEA8bX22P-kbxM2_o0b_vAUcQH-snRgQVsP1c-fWXcWbxSlZpwpu9kEZ7DDzQlsnEx0A6CkGIaehVN8QBGr675af-zDzJYUIOs/s640/blogger-image--1388992872.jpg"></a></div><div><br></div>In an effort to beat my stress and pick myself up this week and every week here on out I am going too write a gratitude list and publish it every Friday and yes I will stick too it! My favourite blogger inspired me to do it, and she's right it really does put things in perspective, although I've had the worst week ever in the history of worst weeks the good still out weighs they bad when it's all written down.<div><br></div><div>So welcome to my Fabulous Fridays.</div><div><br></div><div>Candle lit bubble baths, my daily dose of gala darling (www.galadarling.com)go read now!, electric blankets, picture message exchanges with my sister, getting welcomed home with cuddles, bird cage chandeliers at work, phone calls with both my grand mothers, colour coded study notes especially pink,</div><div><br></div><div>And most of all Tom, because no matter what he makes me smile like a naughty child with chocolate. </div><div><br></div><div>Speaking of which I want chocolate. </div><div><br></div><div>Signing off from my bubble fort,</div><div><br></div><div>Geordie-Claire</div><div>Xox</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Geordiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240927288974818541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127651586049809414.post-66587569401252120772012-06-15T23:30:00.000-07:002012-06-15T23:30:01.597-07:00Always remember that the future comes one day at a time. -Dean AchesonSo I think its time for a photo a day for a year, that means 365 photos from when ever you decide too start. Rather than have a set theme for a week or day i think we should have an all over theme, the point of this challenge is not too adhere too the inspirational word of the day but too show the things you love, the things that make you happy, significant moments or events, the people in your life and the overall daily transition of your life over a year. So...the rules:<br />
~ it must be something that is good, because we don't want too dwell on the bad<br />
~you must upload at least one picture a day with The day the date and a caption (that's the challenge)<br />
~be creative use what ever you want too take the photo, post where ever you like and have fun.<br />
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I will be posting my daily activities on instagram and facebook so if your not already following me its 'Geordiefattiipeacock' and comment with a link of where you are posting so i can check it out.<br />
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Happy Photography People xoGeordiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240927288974818541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127651586049809414.post-23041282195708387762012-06-13T07:44:00.000-07:002012-06-13T07:44:50.764-07:007.“Lay a firm foundation with the bricks that others throw at you.” -David BrinkleyHave you ever wondered what people think about themselves and their lives, instead of what they think about you and your life? Have you ever actually sat in a room and looked around at people, and thought, who do they think they are and where do they think they are going, are they satisfied with who they are?<br />
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I have recently realised that people get as bored with being them as i do with being me, there are so many people in the world that try to change who they are and what they do to make improvements and basically unbored themselves, people move house, move countries, change there hair, the way they do their make up and some change their name. Yes i said it change their name, easier said than done right? wrong, i know a woman, who is not necessarily bored with her life or even unsatisfied, its more of a form of amusement. Of all the funny and very useful things mother duck has taught me this has to be one of the best. The aim of the game is to be someone else for as long as it takes to order and receive your coffee, every time she orders a coffee at Gloria jeans she changes her name, sometimes shes 'Lizzy' or 'Magda', she can be 'Tiffany' or 'Jean', the only thing is you have to remember who you are for that particular amount of time, sounds easy right? WRONG it's all over when you forget who you are. <br />
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In a sense the game sort of, when you twist it, is a close reference too reality, the game is over if you forget your name and you never get your coffee, or you wait around for what seems like an age trying too figure out who the hell "insert name here" is and why have they not picked up their coffee that happens too be the same as what you ordered, same goes in life, if you forget who you are you wait around for things too happen that realistically wont happen because you either aren't responding when your proverbial name is called, your not chasing up what you want too receive or you just plain forgot what you wanted in the first place. Scarey right? well unfortunately we all do it..ALL of us. Whether is be for a job, a partner (friends or otherwise), to start a family, to have a holiday, end a toxic friendship or even buy that cute pair of shoes in the vintage shop that were there last week..but aren't today. Most people will wait around for when the time is right too start achieving a goal or to obtain something but in the process they change, buy or rid themselves of things that aren't necessarily what need changing, but are what happens too be socially acceptable too change.<br />
For example, and this is a little personal by the way, i want someone to be there a boyfriend if you like and i am currently chasing a really cute guy who i know my parents will love, hes a tradie, hes got money hes driven and down too earth, now he pays me abit of attention but more too my best friend, however the reason i want too be with someone is, and i realised this after iv read this draft a million times, i have a male friend from tafe and hes a really nice guy he inspires me too be creative, we have very similar interests, he treats me how i wish too be treated, but in the running of boyfriend or partner i haven't given him the time of day because hes not what seems to be acceptable as boyfriend material. So I'm guilty as charged i want too change something that i want too change but I'm automatically making that change too whats 'acceptable' but not necessarily right for me. Understand? are you confused yet?<br />
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So in summation I myself, and the majority, if not all people change themselves too suit others and convince themselves that it's really them, we forget who we really are it's like the coffee game, forget who you are and you miss out on that sweet sweet caffeine or what ever it was you wante din the first place.<br />
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p.s Mum do you still play the coffee game?Geordiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240927288974818541noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127651586049809414.post-58658752666133125542011-10-30T02:49:00.000-07:002011-10-30T02:49:53.103-07:00"the moon comes out every night, to remind us that everyday has the potential for beauty"- the perfect man.Sitting at the pub with some friends on Friday night looking around, i saw this old man in shorts pulled up too high, a knitted jumper that his wife had obviously made him, long socks with sandals,and a schooner in hand, the thing that amused me the most about this elderly man, other than his cliche old man attire was the fact that poking out from just under his shorts line and on his hands where the remnants of a life gone bye, the faded pigment of tattoo ink. It got me thinking about how the things we do whilst we're young impact our lives when we're older, and i can admit, permanent things like tattoos and piercings do physically change your appearance but they don't actually change who you are, and most of the time there are experiences or meaning behind those additions that create memories, much like the youth of today's 'childish actions', that may lead to success or failure in any situation.<br />
I look around at my friends and well, we all have piercings, and or tattoos, we belong to a generation of 'bingedrinkers and designer drugs', but realistically each generation has there own form of alcohol and drug abuse, its just it keeps progressing to become worse with each new generation as the rules get tighter, each generation has their own identity, however when you really look at it, the point in my life that i have now reached so did my parents at some stage, that point where the world opened up and there were so many possibilities to be explored, and so many parental restraints to hold them back, I'm not just talking about being told 'NO', I'm talking about that disappointed look or tone of voice, the lectures and the post action speeches, that somewhere in amongst all the action specific details comes things like, 'you should have known better' or 'I was young once too' and 'im just trying to help you'. I realise that my parents in particular, are still learning the ropes of parent hood, because they've never been parents before me, and i realise that they don't want to do the things their parents did, or they don't want me to make certain mistakes, but they were young too and i know that they wanted to make their own mistakes and memories, and they wanted to live their lives and at some point their parents stopped them, or , even worse they were disappointed in them. So when i look at it, this whole parent, child growing up situation is a vicious cycle that starts with your birth and progresses from there on until the birth of your own child.<br />
I am willing to accept that what my parents did was in the past, and a fair while ago, and what i am doing now is the present and currently relevant, however i refuse to acknowledge the suggestion that i am to young to know what i am doing, because i am well aware of the consequences of my actions, i know that if i go swimming at the beach at dusk i have the potential to get eaten my a shark, but i also know that if i can stand and see my feet and there are still surfers out i should be relatively safe, i am aware that tattoos are permanent and some people don't like them, but more and more people are accepting them and in my opinion they are also a form of art and personal expression.<br />
My point is, that at some point in both parent and child life there has to be an acceptance of singular identity for all involved. My other point is that i am grateful for the way my parents have raised me, they've made me the person i am today, tattoos, piercings, childish habits an all. I especially thank my mum, for giving me strength and determination, and for showing me that there is so much to be explored. So now that i have finished school, i start my whole new adventure with my own identity.<br />
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I would also like to add that my mother may say that it is a bad idea to own a pair of leather/pleather shorts, but this does not worry my, a girls gotta make her own mistakes.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjplouh-HBXREixc8Ds-0JUcmEhtk9wUNotGrCpUGWSPM3W3ukSGpnvcWJdbe2pE6ziLHH19_BFQleCve-ryrrLKf7llvxTZhQLAU3IoUJekIzH4Df8R31SLMC4YoRk6OXLZGwUfdmHAwc/s1600/2570.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjplouh-HBXREixc8Ds-0JUcmEhtk9wUNotGrCpUGWSPM3W3ukSGpnvcWJdbe2pE6ziLHH19_BFQleCve-ryrrLKf7llvxTZhQLAU3IoUJekIzH4Df8R31SLMC4YoRk6OXLZGwUfdmHAwc/s1600/2570.jpg" /></a></div>image from: <a href="http://www.google.com.au/imgres?q=leather+shorts+with+scalloped+bottom&hl=en&gbv=2&tbm=isch&tbnid=6tghyEJi9cB9sM:&imgrefurl=http://theretailtherapydiaries.blogspot.com/2011/06/snappy-scallops.html&docid=S0Nt0J5myKpxXM&w=224&h=320&ei=UEBvTpLFAeP-mAW0qsGbCg&zoom=1&biw=1366&bih=531&iact=rc&dur=93&page=1&tbnh=126&tbnw=98&start=0&ndsp=29&ved=1t:429,r:14,s:0&tx=53&ty=59">http://www.google.com.au/imgres?q=leather+shorts+with+scalloped+bottom&hl=en&gbv=2&tbm=isch&tbnid=6tghyEJi9cB9sM:&imgrefurl=http://theretailtherapydiaries.blogspot.com/2011/06/snappy-scallops.html&docid=S0Nt0J5myKpxXM&w=224&h=320&ei=UEBvTpLFAeP-mAW0qsGbCg&zoom=1&biw=1366&bih=531&iact=rc&dur=93&page=1&tbnh=126&tbnw=98&start=0&ndsp=29&ved=1t:429,r:14,s:0&tx=53&ty=59</a>Geordiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240927288974818541noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127651586049809414.post-45160754868000302172011-09-13T04:18:00.000-07:002011-09-13T04:18:19.242-07:00'Why is a Raven Like a Writting Desk?'- The Mad HatterSo my highschool life is comming to an end, and with that so is the year in wich i aimed to blog lots and find myself, unfortunatly i failed, so i guess my mothers sayying 'fail to plan, plan to fail' really did hold true. I still dont quite know how to explain all the different relationship statuses on facebook, or what those three words i love you really mean, and i cant really fathom why the world is as screwed as it is, but i do know it has something to do with humanity, i dont know why a raven is like a writing desk, or what makes a grey area grey. But i've come to realise that i will never know these things, Life holds so many riddles and mysteries, and i like it that way, i'm 18 i dont want to know what love is, and without the world the way it is there would be no stories, no history.<br />
In this last two weeks of my schooling life i intend to make it the most memorable i can, because after that i enter the grey area between school and university, and then i venture on to university and a whole new life.<br />
so watch this space for photos of M.U.D, graduation, parties, the beach and much much more tom foolerie. Also I have some posts comming up about what it means to be and 'Aussie', more then likely with vidio footage and some additional others that will keep me sane for the comming months.Geordiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240927288974818541noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127651586049809414.post-12473779851561757532011-07-16T21:27:00.000-07:002011-07-16T21:27:53.958-07:00“A child becomes an adult when he realizes that he has a right not only to be right but also to be wrong.”-Thomas S. SzaszI would just like to say that i have the most amazing family out!<br />
Well this week is my last week of being seventeen, and although i have already celebrated my 18th with my Dad and his side of the family. it was a nice little family function that included two of my closest and longest lasting friends.<br />
A lot of people associate being 18 with adulthood, i guess that's because legally you are an adult, at the point of me being 18 to my dads family i was given two pieces of advice:<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">NEVER mix port and lemonade</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">and</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Harden up your backbone, you will be an amazing woman if you stop letting the world walk all over you, you're too kind.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The first piece of advice isn't going to make any sense unless i try it, but I'm not game because that sounds like a nasty combination , the second piece makes complete sense, i think. Sometimes i wish i was braver and could say no, but i don't like conflict all that much. But really if i don't start to use my voice I'm pretty sure I'm not going to do the things i want to do, because someone or something will hold me back.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I want to be able to go to university and study journalism, as soon as I'm finished my degree I'm going to travel the world, and blog about all the things i see and do, i want to look at art for hours on end, take photographs of amazing places and people. I want to be able to say I'm 25 and blogging my way around the world, i also want to have an amazing collection of shoes, one pair of which must be Jimmy Choo's by the time I'm 30.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm74wWjRgQiL1hyW22XtNYhQH5CMII-qV6HsQe0C0xvZXMC5Ss1fEUbAA_Pcdwj7kYs-Uctm8ZZu1GysgJ1ZwLvZ4asZuTW2NFYKybekp_mC7v5TZ5zo1AikfVv_XX5vQ3qtRKibGWA-E/s1600/IMG_8719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm74wWjRgQiL1hyW22XtNYhQH5CMII-qV6HsQe0C0xvZXMC5Ss1fEUbAA_Pcdwj7kYs-Uctm8ZZu1GysgJ1ZwLvZ4asZuTW2NFYKybekp_mC7v5TZ5zo1AikfVv_XX5vQ3qtRKibGWA-E/s640/IMG_8719.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">So in this last week of being Seventeen I'm going to get what i want, smash my exams, hopefully rid myself of this cold and party with my friends and family.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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These here are some of the things i have learnt over my life and through talking with some other wise cookies at school.<br />
If you don't like confrontation or it just doesn't go well for you, write a letter explaining your side of the situation, how you feel about it, and how you feel it should be resolved. This takes the face to face part out of it, so there is no worry of loosing your cool, or getting into an argument. It also avoids unnecessary things being said.<br />
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Stress makes your body tense and slips you into a rut, physical activity releases endorphins, the bodies happy drugs, and helps to release that tension, if you don't like the concept of exercise, or just don't want to be seen in public, pump some of your favourite tunes in your room and dance round like a total spastic. I promise you will feel a million bucks afterwards, even if someone does walk in, you'll have a good laugh.<br />
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Self esteem taken a knock? Grab your favourite outfit and your girls and go have fun. If you feel comfortable and confident, you'll look confident, and confidence = beauty.<br />
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Anger is the easiest emotion to physically release, it is also the easiest emotion to turn too, so turn that angst into anger and let it out on something constructive, like a wardrobe clean out or a boxing bag, not your little brother. have something that you like to do that you can easily go to to release that anger, without breaking anything or anyone.<br />
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And last but not least, talk to your mum, chances are she knows how you feel, and nobody know how to make things right like a mum does.Geordiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240927288974818541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127651586049809414.post-23719681291918524682011-06-15T03:54:00.000-07:002011-06-15T03:54:12.735-07:00“Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.”-Kevin Arnold<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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I sometimes wonder what people think of me as i sit in my seat or at the station, listening to music, typing away on my ipod or taking photos out the window, i wonder if people wonder what i think about them whilst they make their journey on the train?<br />
I like to watch people on the train, observing them as they observe me, a Gothic girl in a long vintage skirt sits in the corner reading 'Pride and Predudice' , the elderly couple across the isle share a snack, he is constantly brushing his hair into a comb over and she re-applies her lipstick what seems to be after every second bite.<br />
The funny thing about people on trains is everybody watches each other, but never really acknowledge the fact that they are being watched, it's like an unspoken rule and once you notice that you are watching one another you either exchange polite nods and an awkward smile or uneasy glance and divert your gaze to the outside world.<br />
At one point during the trip there is always that one loud person that shouts at the person on the other end of the phone, every ones attention is then drawn instantly to them, listening to the one sided conversation, wondering what the person on the other end is saying or how they are reacting. Once the conversation has ended everyone goes back to what they were staring at before, shrugging off any notion that they had in fact consciously watched a complete stranger, and ignoring the fact that, that complete stranger was very rude.<br />
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People always tend to form opinion's of others on trains, and they wonder where they they are going, what they will do there and who they will do it with, yet we never seem to care who they really are. <br />
Trains are a very eerie place to be, although its not as if you are alone, especially when the carriage is filled, there is always company, all be it inconstant, there is always someone watching you, noticing your every move and expression, its just plain creepy, but its curiosity, a natural reflex that we all have.<br />
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I haven't posted all that much lately, and for that I'm sorry. <br />
I have had so many things to post about and lots of time in which to post, I just haven't been able to find the words to write about any of it.<br />
So without further a due this is what I have been up too lately, in its photographic glory.<br />
TUESDAY 5th APRIL: Went to Sydney with school for a photography excursion to see the Annie Leibovitz exhibition at the Museum of contemporary art ( For anyone who loves an interesting portrait photography I highly recommend you see it <a href="http://www.mca.com.au/default.asp?page_id=10&content_id=7400">http://www.mca.com.au/default.asp?page_id=10&content_id=7400</a> ) and play photographers scavenger hunt.(one of my favouite games)<br />
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THURSDAY 7th APRIL: Baked a Giant Rainbow White Chocolate Cupcake for my Art and Photography partner in crime Anthonyy, as he is moving away *extreme sad face*. I have to say not much went right with this cake, although the inside was amazingly colourful and moist, the outside was crispy and burnt and parts of the cake fell off, but all was good because I was able to glue it back together with icing.<br />
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SATURDAY 9th APRIL: Photo shoot at the beach with two of my amazing friends Soni and Kase, these girls may not be the most socially accepted beauties, they are however still beautiful girls and we were definitely fortunate enough to have great weather. We were also joined by Spinx, who has now become one of my many partners in crime. Our crime is swimming, stealing each others towels and dunking one another until Soni tells us that its home time, which was kinda sad because I really didn't want that day to end.<br />
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</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And this is a basic summary of the things I did last week.</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This week has been relatively un-eventful, and photo-less I must say. I have spent some time with a few amazing people, become closer to a boy that I like a great deal, we even went on sort of a date...... to watch a kiddie movie 'HOP' by far the best movie about the Easter bunny EVER! and I am becoming even more nervous and excited about my up coming work experience with a photographer (Hello next week).</div>Geordiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240927288974818541noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127651586049809414.post-19447997135064013822011-04-02T02:10:00.000-07:002011-04-02T02:14:54.498-07:00"Keep Calm and Carry On"I thought I'd share this incredibly awesome site I found, I love it, so I thought you might too. <br />
<a href="http://www.keepcalm-o-matic.co.uk/">http://www.keepcalm-o-matic.co.uk/</a><br />
The keep calm-o-matic is an image generator that generates your version of the British 'Keep calm and carry on' poster. You can personalise your image by changing colours, fonts and wording. personally like mine.<br />
Everybody should make their own and exhibit here. Cant wait to see the end product. Have fun.<br />
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The rainbows i have been chasing are colourful and wonderful in all respects and they're not just the ones in the sky, my rainbows can be a a thought, an idea a dream or a wish, my rainbows are now my aspirations and everything i want to achieve in this world.<br />
My rainbows are also some photographs i took with mother duck out the front of our house after a storm.<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">"Rainbows aren't the impossible, seeing is believing, and if i can see a rainbow i can achieve the impossible."-myself.</div>Geordiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240927288974818541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127651586049809414.post-1404751156129432342011-03-11T23:38:00.000-08:002011-03-11T23:38:20.655-08:00Body Shapes RenamedThis by far has to be the most amazing and positive thing a corporation had dreamed up, in regards to women's body shape. <br />
I like the idea that instead of being a fruit we are named after some of the greatest and most celebrated artists.<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Defiantly worth looking into.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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For this weeks adventure we headed out towards Paterson (our favourite place) and continued on through Vacy and Gresford, across the Allyn River a few times, down a dirt road, past a fence with shoes, through a dairy farm across the river again to end up in an amazing place called Ladies Well.<br />
Now back to the shoes, this fence is covered in shoes for at least 100 metres maybe more; it’s kind of like a time line of shoes, in all styles, colours, sizes and ages. It has to be one of the coolest things I have ever seen, part of today’s drive was my determination to find this fence, take a photo of it and show everyone, seeing the fence also told us we were headed in the right direction, because part of the directions I received to get to Ladies Well was that I had to pass the fence with the shoes.<br />
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When we had finally made it to Ladies Well i was gobsmacked, it was like a River in an enchanted forest, photos do it no justice.<br />
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It’s the moments where silence can’t speak for me that I am afraid of, I’m not afraid of what the person or people will think, I’m afraid of the reaction, whether they run in the opposite direction or they rip my head off just for something I’ve said.<br />
It’s these moments that keep me lying awake at night wondering what might have happened if I had of said that one sentence that could change everything.<br />
Things I wish I could say too people:<br />
<dir><dir>- Hold me, and please don’t let go <br />
- I miss you <br />
- Just let it go <br />
- I really don’t want to be just friends <br />
- I wish you’d just stop and listen to what you’re saying </dir></dir>Sadly I don’t have the guts too really say any of these things to anyone, because I’m not that person, physically I would rather just watch people be happy with themselves and say what they want. This doesn’t necessarily mean that I am unhappy, quite the opposite, I’m happy when everyone else is happy, I can’t stand conflict, and most of the things that I wish I could say will start conflict. Therefore it is easier too just kick back and watch things unfold, sometimes its pretty interesting too. </span>Geordiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240927288974818541noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127651586049809414.post-46322178102065084252011-02-27T19:42:00.000-08:002011-02-27T19:42:34.406-08:00YUCKthrough out my schooling years i have attended two High Schools, a Primary school and an Infants school, and at all of them the walls of the sick bay are always painted a light shade of blue, the chairs are plastic deck chair looking things, with nasty green seet covers that are so lumpy you question how old they are, and it always smells of bandaids and dodgy disinfectant. WHY?<br />
Is there some standard of sick bay that says "this room must scream sick children and abnormal vomit", I'm sorry but the whole colour scheme and atmosphere reminds me of vomit, this may be due to the exaduration in cartoons, vomit being green and lumpy, hello sick bay chairs. You would have thought the rule 'blue and green should never be seen unless theres something in between' would apply, but no the interior designer of school sick bays missed the memo. <br />
I want a nice neutral colour scheme how about white? nice light airy and it doesnt scream vomit.Geordiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240927288974818541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127651586049809414.post-11236257541167491222011-02-13T23:20:00.000-08:002011-02-13T23:20:17.903-08:00The last swimming carnivalwell my schooling years are flying by, and this year i only have 9 months left, so it makes sense that id make the most of it. I would like to introduce you to the latest female house captain of the Hungerford Hornets..ME!!<br />
I am the least sporty person you could meet, so it makes no sense that I, of all people, would make sports captain, however based on high-school politics, it's a popularity contest, and that's how i got house captain (I'm not even popular, but i was the only year 12 that put my hand up).<br />
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This years swimming carnival was the last one i will ever attend, it was also the first one I've attended since about year 9. Sports carnivals seem to bring out school and team spirit in everyone, that's what i like about them, everyone gets excited and competitive, its just a great day out and i forgot that when i moved schools.<br />
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Here are some photos of the day and some of the outfits.<br />
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