Listening to: hot hot heat
So Im lying on the floor of my brothers apartment that overlooks the city from the 5th floor. I'm tired. Today I ditched my backpack and went to the city. I had no plans, just a day of walking around taking in the city vibe.
I'm not a fan of the city. It's way too full on and dirty. I hate that no one looks at you unless they are staring. People don't smile unless they are selling you something, and there are too many people on the pavement trying to get you to sign up to their worthy causes.
It's just too much for me! I love Sydney and other larger cities but melb is not for me!
Today I was walking along with my tunes in my ears to keep me company. I was listening to leeland and thinking about the city life and the lack of eye contact between people when I got caught off guard by an Irish sounding fella. He came up to me as if he was reading my thoughts. I first noticed him when he was approaching me with a big smile and a cute wave to grab my attention. I waved back with a smile thinking that maybe he was just a friendly stranger. He said "and how are you today?" and I replied "good thanks" and shot him a quick smile and continued walking. He walked along beside me and stuck out his hand. In his quirky Irish accent he said "I'm tom. Can I have a hand cuddle?"
It made me laugh and I got all embarrassed! I shook his hand and continued walking in my polite but please-go-away-you-are-making-me-nervous kind of fashion. He skipped along beside me for a few steps and then he said "well it was nice to see you smile...see you!"
It was quite the cutest thing.
Soon after that I was getting a coffee from a little place in Melbourne central station. I ordered my drink and then turned to sit down and realized I was standing right next to a guy I was great friends with in my first and second years of uni! I said hey and he recognized me after a second and then I caught up with him and his wife for a while. That was cool.
I always seem to bump into people I know when I'm in melb. Later in the afternoon I saw my friend from launceston. We also caught up for a drink. It was good times.
Then I jumped on a train to go to prahran in attempt to get out of the city and do some shopping. I ended up in JB HIFI buying all sorts of specials.
I bought sigor ros. Alternative. Very different. But I appreciate what they do. I like it.
Sooooooo... Tomorrow I'm off to traralgon.
I'm hoping to book a flight home for Tuesday. Ready for a cuddle with george and a sleep in my own bed!
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
day 5
Location: frankston station
Listening to: coldplay- viva la vida
Mood: contemplative
Feeling: cold and sleepy
So last night I arrived in frankston and waited for my big sister to come and get me. I was standing outside a 7/11 for about an hour just observing the locals and giving my back a rest from the increasing weight of my backpack.
This place got me thinking. When I first jumped off the train a young blonde boy who looked about 8 years old, well kept, and sweet as pie came up to me and looked deep into my eyes with amazing manners and asked me for a spare dollar. I felt bad because I actually had no change on me so I said sorry and kept walking. It troubled me and I felt bad for this poor boy who probably needed to get home to his nice cooked dinner but was a dollar short for a ticket.
It wasn't until after I got some cash out and bought a slurpee that I realized what the gig with this boy was. I was standing slurping outside the before mentioned 7/11 when three Indian men congregated outside next to me, talking about restocking their store. One held a shopping bag full of ciggarette cartons over his shoulder. I was watching without them realizing when I heard a young voice say "whoa!!!!" the Indian men all had a joke with the young boy who had appeared by their side and told him he was "a very little boy to be looking at grown ups bags!" The boy had a laugh and then waved for his friends to come see. There were now 3 of them. All looked younger than ten years old, all gawking at the bag of what they thought was a jackpot! "can I have some?" asked the first boy.. The man just laughed at him and took it lightly, but then a familiar face, blonde hair, deep blue eyes looked deep into the mans eyes and said "please sir, I've got 70c?"
I was shocked. This young sweet boy was asking strangers for money to feed his addiction! The Indian men finished up their gathering and told the boys to go and make a life for themselves - in a very sweet and quite cute way.
All three boys then went on a mission asking strangers for a spare dollar. I just watched wishing I could speak to them but hey... What can I do?! An elderly Greek lady gave it a shot. When the boy asked her she glared at him and said "no no. I no have change. What for you want the money?" the boy just walked away and she shouted "WHAT FOR!? GO AWAY. Go ask your mama!! Where is your mama? Go ask your mama!"
I felt very sad to say the least. Now it must be said, I grew up in a small town where the youth would roam the streets and most of my friends were smoking by grade 6... So I'm not shocked at the begging people for money... More at the age of the boys.
So anyway.. I finally met up with my big sister and we went down to her home in rosebud. It's beautiful there. Had a great time. Last night there was a massive thunder storm. The loudest I have ever heard. Loved it!
Now I'm back on the train heading to the city where I will meet up with my big brother who is a champ. He is taking me out for tea to meet his girlfriends family. I love my bro and his girl.. So tonight will be fun!
Oh- and nick.. I have found a new drop of wine that would be best shared with good friends. So when I get back I will be sure to keep it cold and ready for a nick-Katie-coz chill time!
Listening to: coldplay- viva la vida
Mood: contemplative
Feeling: cold and sleepy
So last night I arrived in frankston and waited for my big sister to come and get me. I was standing outside a 7/11 for about an hour just observing the locals and giving my back a rest from the increasing weight of my backpack.
This place got me thinking. When I first jumped off the train a young blonde boy who looked about 8 years old, well kept, and sweet as pie came up to me and looked deep into my eyes with amazing manners and asked me for a spare dollar. I felt bad because I actually had no change on me so I said sorry and kept walking. It troubled me and I felt bad for this poor boy who probably needed to get home to his nice cooked dinner but was a dollar short for a ticket.
It wasn't until after I got some cash out and bought a slurpee that I realized what the gig with this boy was. I was standing slurping outside the before mentioned 7/11 when three Indian men congregated outside next to me, talking about restocking their store. One held a shopping bag full of ciggarette cartons over his shoulder. I was watching without them realizing when I heard a young voice say "whoa!!!!" the Indian men all had a joke with the young boy who had appeared by their side and told him he was "a very little boy to be looking at grown ups bags!" The boy had a laugh and then waved for his friends to come see. There were now 3 of them. All looked younger than ten years old, all gawking at the bag of what they thought was a jackpot! "can I have some?" asked the first boy.. The man just laughed at him and took it lightly, but then a familiar face, blonde hair, deep blue eyes looked deep into the mans eyes and said "please sir, I've got 70c?"
I was shocked. This young sweet boy was asking strangers for money to feed his addiction! The Indian men finished up their gathering and told the boys to go and make a life for themselves - in a very sweet and quite cute way.
All three boys then went on a mission asking strangers for a spare dollar. I just watched wishing I could speak to them but hey... What can I do?! An elderly Greek lady gave it a shot. When the boy asked her she glared at him and said "no no. I no have change. What for you want the money?" the boy just walked away and she shouted "WHAT FOR!? GO AWAY. Go ask your mama!! Where is your mama? Go ask your mama!"
I felt very sad to say the least. Now it must be said, I grew up in a small town where the youth would roam the streets and most of my friends were smoking by grade 6... So I'm not shocked at the begging people for money... More at the age of the boys.
So anyway.. I finally met up with my big sister and we went down to her home in rosebud. It's beautiful there. Had a great time. Last night there was a massive thunder storm. The loudest I have ever heard. Loved it!
Now I'm back on the train heading to the city where I will meet up with my big brother who is a champ. He is taking me out for tea to meet his girlfriends family. I love my bro and his girl.. So tonight will be fun!
Oh- and nick.. I have found a new drop of wine that would be best shared with good friends. So when I get back I will be sure to keep it cold and ready for a nick-Katie-coz chill time!
the grace where I find my feet
Searching without looking
Looking without seeking
I may lose my heart trying to find the answers
But I will always find my feet
Thinking without pondering
Pondering without meditating
I may lose my head in over analysis
But I will always find my feet
Talking without speaking
Speaking without thinking
I may lose a tame tongue in the heat of the moment
But I will always find my feet
Singing without pitching
Pitching without a reference
I may lose Your melody and write my own
But I will always find my feet
Living without worrying
Trusting without doubting
I may lose understanding and need to know
That I will always find my feet
Looking without seeking
I may lose my heart trying to find the answers
But I will always find my feet
Thinking without pondering
Pondering without meditating
I may lose my head in over analysis
But I will always find my feet
Talking without speaking
Speaking without thinking
I may lose a tame tongue in the heat of the moment
But I will always find my feet
Singing without pitching
Pitching without a reference
I may lose Your melody and write my own
But I will always find my feet
Living without worrying
Trusting without doubting
I may lose understanding and need to know
That I will always find my feet
Monday, April 13, 2009
day 4
So once again I find myself on a bus for the next two hours.
Music in my ears: hot fuss- the killers
Back to day two.
I made it to the city and went for a bit of a treck across to flinders st station to meet up with the lovely bec from burnie. After realizing it is near impossible to find anyone in melb we spent about half an hour on the phone trying to locate each other... Only to then realize she was at spencer st station where I had just come from. By then I had missed my train to heathmont where I was going to meet a girl who was letting me crash at her place. Naturally I got stressed thinking that I had no way of getting to her place and I hadn't even met the girl so I didn't want to be a hassle and ask her to come get me.. But.. Just when I was about to break down in tears in the middle of the crowds I spotted a neon sign indicating there was one more line to ringwood, which is right near heathmont. Woooo! So I got back on the phone to bec and would u believe it.. That was the train she was about to jump on from spencer st.. SWEET! So we had a nice public catch up on the train. When I got to ringwood I gave T a call to say I had arrived and she came to get me. By that stage I was wrecked, so tired and desperate for a shower! I got to her place and almost lost the plot when I walked in... There in the flippen middle of the sitting room was a flippen full size grand piano! Yamaha at that! She obviously saw me checkin it out and said she couldn't play it so she would love if I had a go. Man.. That thing got a workout. It was brillo!
Day three: ben and lisas wedding
Early morning. I was roped into helping T set up the church for afternoon tea. It was cool and I was keen because it meant a chance to meet people. So that was fun. T is great and bens other friends were pretty amazing. I got along with them all straight away. Really glad ben has a good group of mates over here.
The wedding was long and huge and FANCY! Very traditional and extremely well attended! It was sweet though.. And lisa looked beautiful. Seeing ben was great. I miss that kid.
So then I helped to pack up the church and then went home for a dress change and headed across town and up a mountain to the reception. It was about an hour drive which I found a bit strange .. But cool all the same. Now I thought the wedding was fancy.. The reception was amazing. They had 260 people there. I knew only ben and T. I walked in, head straight for the bat and grabbed a sav blanc. Time to meet people. I quickly spotted the crew who were about my age and off I went. Not long after I was on my third class and swapping 'ben' stories with complete strangers who turned out to be legends! The live band started (they were called Escapade). Straaaange. So after a bit of a dance they did the speeches and the best man asked who was from tassie so I shoved my hand up nice and proud and he proceeded to tell about 200 two headed Tasmanian jokes but hey... They were original and very impressive! It was a great best man speech. Then the meals were served and I was tucking into a juicy lamb shank when I felt someone rubbing my shoulders. I turned to see the best man standing behind me with a huge cheaky grin plastered across his face! He came to apologize and introduce himself all in one. He was a dude. He said he was expecting to see more taswegians in the room but it was only me! Secretly I loved it. So we busted out some moves and grooves on the dance floor and it was a great time. I made friends with some great people and am looking forward to catching up with them later this week!
For now I'm heading to frankston where I will meet up with my oldest sister michelle and head down the mornington way to her place in rye.
Music in my ears: hot fuss- the killers
Back to day two.
I made it to the city and went for a bit of a treck across to flinders st station to meet up with the lovely bec from burnie. After realizing it is near impossible to find anyone in melb we spent about half an hour on the phone trying to locate each other... Only to then realize she was at spencer st station where I had just come from. By then I had missed my train to heathmont where I was going to meet a girl who was letting me crash at her place. Naturally I got stressed thinking that I had no way of getting to her place and I hadn't even met the girl so I didn't want to be a hassle and ask her to come get me.. But.. Just when I was about to break down in tears in the middle of the crowds I spotted a neon sign indicating there was one more line to ringwood, which is right near heathmont. Woooo! So I got back on the phone to bec and would u believe it.. That was the train she was about to jump on from spencer st.. SWEET! So we had a nice public catch up on the train. When I got to ringwood I gave T a call to say I had arrived and she came to get me. By that stage I was wrecked, so tired and desperate for a shower! I got to her place and almost lost the plot when I walked in... There in the flippen middle of the sitting room was a flippen full size grand piano! Yamaha at that! She obviously saw me checkin it out and said she couldn't play it so she would love if I had a go. Man.. That thing got a workout. It was brillo!
Day three: ben and lisas wedding
Early morning. I was roped into helping T set up the church for afternoon tea. It was cool and I was keen because it meant a chance to meet people. So that was fun. T is great and bens other friends were pretty amazing. I got along with them all straight away. Really glad ben has a good group of mates over here.
The wedding was long and huge and FANCY! Very traditional and extremely well attended! It was sweet though.. And lisa looked beautiful. Seeing ben was great. I miss that kid.
So then I helped to pack up the church and then went home for a dress change and headed across town and up a mountain to the reception. It was about an hour drive which I found a bit strange .. But cool all the same. Now I thought the wedding was fancy.. The reception was amazing. They had 260 people there. I knew only ben and T. I walked in, head straight for the bat and grabbed a sav blanc. Time to meet people. I quickly spotted the crew who were about my age and off I went. Not long after I was on my third class and swapping 'ben' stories with complete strangers who turned out to be legends! The live band started (they were called Escapade). Straaaange. So after a bit of a dance they did the speeches and the best man asked who was from tassie so I shoved my hand up nice and proud and he proceeded to tell about 200 two headed Tasmanian jokes but hey... They were original and very impressive! It was a great best man speech. Then the meals were served and I was tucking into a juicy lamb shank when I felt someone rubbing my shoulders. I turned to see the best man standing behind me with a huge cheaky grin plastered across his face! He came to apologize and introduce himself all in one. He was a dude. He said he was expecting to see more taswegians in the room but it was only me! Secretly I loved it. So we busted out some moves and grooves on the dance floor and it was a great time. I made friends with some great people and am looking forward to catching up with them later this week!
For now I'm heading to frankston where I will meet up with my oldest sister michelle and head down the mornington way to her place in rye.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
adventure day 2
At the moment I am sitting in first class on a train. I have been in this seat for almost 2 hrs now. Heading from murchison to Melbourne. Last night I camped along the goulburn river. It was beautiful. Bit scary too. Massive wild bulls call that land home so they would come down to the river bank to drink 3-4 times a day. It was quite daunting at first. These massive animals with horns each the size of my arms coming right up beside you in herds of sometimes upto ten! It was awesome all the same. I'm about to meet up with bec, a chick formally of burnie now residing in melb. Quite cool. I should probably explain what this adventure is all about.. My friend ben is getting married tomorrow! We were great friends through high school and he is probably one of my tightest buddies so I'm super pumped to see him marry a beautiful girl who is also now a good friend of mine. I decided not to book a flight home because I just need a bit of adventure -you know, getting myself lost for a bit..So I'm away for about 2 weeks I reckon.. I will keep u updated on my adventures. I have no idea where I'm sleeping each night, and no plan for each day.. So just one stupid naive adventure for me. Will keep you posted!
Oh and the only reason I'm in first class is because all seats were booked out in economy ;-)
Oh and the only reason I'm in first class is because all seats were booked out in economy ;-)
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
turn me crazy
because when you
joke
pout
fight
smile
cringe
laugh
and when you are
angry
excited
dull
passionate
sadistic
faithful
frightened
it makes me want to
scream
hold
love
yell
cry
sigh
but I will probably
deny
numb
walk away.
joke
pout
fight
smile
cringe
laugh
and when you are
angry
excited
dull
passionate
sadistic
faithful
frightened
it makes me want to
scream
hold
love
yell
cry
sigh
but I will probably
deny
numb
walk away.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
1 Corinthians 13:4-7
if love is patient
- wait for me -
if love is kind
- let your actions show me -
if it does not envy
if it does not boast
and it is not proud
- i like the sound of that -
if it is not rude
- it must be considerate -
if it is not self-seeking
if it is not self-seeking
- it is not about you and me, but 'us'-
if it is not easily angered
- it knows things can take time -
if it keeps no record of wrongs
- we need to be forgiving -
if love does not delight in evil
- it must rejoice with the truth -
if it always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always preserves
- love is something i will always strive to be -
God is patient,
God is kind.
He does not envy,
He does not boast,
He is not proud.
He is not rude,
He is not self-seeking,
He is not easily angered,
He keeps no record of wrongs.
God does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
He always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves
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