Some of you may have read my previous blog about facebook where I suggested that reading everyones status updates sometimes makes me want to stab something with the carving knife.
I now have now developed another frustration with my favourite social networking page. And it's a big one, but not with the program itself but of my friends.
WHY WHY WHY do people feel the need to validate the fact that they enjoy laughing or sleeping or many other basic things like money by joining a fan page?
To me this is the most pointless and ridiculous thing I have encountered in a very long time. The last being leggings for men.
Becoming a fan of one of the basic functions of humanity, such as sleeping, to me is the as productive as giving a goldfish a pair of tap dancing shoes.
Currently 70,541 people are fans of money. And do these people have active group discussions on the benefits of money.. or debate over whether the $5 AUS or $5 US is prettier? Or whether they should scrap the Euro? NO! (Well not that I can find anyway). They see that one of their friends has become a fan of money.. and go.. ME TOO! And then move on. I would say that the majority of the world is a fan of money. I will even go as far as saying that the Tibetan Monks, whilst maybe not desiring it like us Western Folk, probably quite enjoy have a few bucks to splash on some new robes every now and then.
I can see the value of, and have joined a few myself, ACTUAL fan pages.. that is fan pages of authors, movies, bands, shows etc.. because this is unique to different individuals and people are likely to contribute to a mildly interesting conversation.
But I really really cannot see the point in becoming a fan of cuddles, laughing, smiling, naked cuddles, sleeping, sleeping in, spooning, staying in bed, cocktails, chocolate, family, mothers, shoes, shopping, texting, kisses, children or pay day. (These are all actual fan pages.. I got them all from a friend who is a fan of 87 things)
I am all for shameless self promotion and like the voyeuristic qualities of FB.. but perhaps we are taking things a little too far?
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Lest We Forget
Tomorrow we commemorate ANZAC Day. The day when Australia and New Zealand answered the call of their motherland and stood up for their country, and what was believed to be right, for the first time.
Last year, I was fortunate enough to travel to Gallipoli, a pilgrimage I believe that every .jpg)
Australian should undertake once in their life. What struck me about the place is its incredible beauty and the smallness of the area. Anzac Cove is a tiny, tiny stretch of beach, surrounded by yellow flowers with crystal clear water stretching out to the horizon. Tens of thousands of men landed on this beach, and I shuddered to think of the massacre that awaited them as I sat on a boulder listening to the lapping of the water. Above the beach is steep ascent where the Turkish army hid and slaughtered the young soldiers, so many who had never left their local town.
I am not ashamed to admit that I wept when I saw the graves of these brave young men, many far younger than me. The inscription of 1113 Private H Burton, aged 18 read: "Only a boy but died for liberty, freedom & his Mum & Dad"
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The Turkish also suffered during this campaign. As I walked through the Allied trenches I was struck by how truly senseless it seemed, that during the 15 month campaign they hardly advanced at all, and that the Turkish and Allied trenches are metres from each other. It is a comfort to know that the Turkish recognise the bravery of the ANZAC diggers. There is a monument that quotes Ataturk in 1934:
Those heroes that shed their blood and lost their lives,
You are now lying in the soil of a friendly country
Therefore rest in peace.
There is no difference between the Johnnies and the Mehmets to us
Where they lie side by side here in this country of ours
You the mothers, who sent their sons from far away countries,
Wipe away your tears.
Your sons are now lying in our Bosom and are at peace.
After having lost their lives on our land they have become
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ns as well.
Which to me just sums up the truth of war. For whatever ideological, religious, or territorial reason you are fighting, and despite whether or not this fight is justified, the fact of the matter is that both sides lose lives, mothers and fathers lose sons, sisters lose brothers, children lose fathers. And whilst these young diggers are buried far away from their families, they have a beautiful and tranquil resting place. Apart from the tour buses.
Which is why at the going down of the sun, and in the morning, we will remember them.
Lest We Forget
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Why I'm Forever Lost In Austen
Once or twice a year, or whenever I feel the flu coming on, I pick up a tattered copy of Pride and Prejudice, proudly presented to me by my Father at age 7, I open and...
“It is a truth universally acknowledged that...”
I had a particularly nasty day today, and the comfort that the familiar words between Elizabeth and Darcy bring me still, after a love affair between them and I lasting nearly 20 years, is inexplicable. But it comforts me. Like a hug from Dad, tea from Nanna, one of Pa’s hankies when my nose is runny, it is one of the things in life I don’t think I could ever live without. Desert Island scenario.. I honestly think one of things I would want to be stranded with is my copy of Pride and Prejudice.
Jane Austen is one of my heroes, I will read, watch, listen to anything even remotely to do with her or her stories. I even have a copy of “Jane Austen’s Guide to Dating.” I cannot offer up any rational reason as to why I love her so, but I think it is because I secretly wish to belong to a simpler time, when it was scandalous for a gentleman to be alone with a lady and thrilling if they brush the skin of the upper arm where the sleeve meets the glove. A man that could dance was not considered a “dandy” and one’s world was one’s village. I love the freedom that (Western) 21st Century woman enjoy, and am proud of the Suffragettes who fought so hard for our liberation. But secretly, deep down, I want Mr Darcy to gallop towards me on his noble steed, preferably adorned in wet shirt a-la the delectable Colin Firth and lay his coat over a puddle so my feet will not get wet *sigh*.
More Doom & Gloom UPDATE
Well.. my suspicions were correct. I now require a stiff drink.
Part of the job training was making a paper hat. I kid you not. Some of the parts might actually be beneficial but the majority (cut a newspaper ad out of the paper and stick it in a book) I found somewhat disheartening.
I am trying very hard to be open minded and I do want to improve myself and I am willing to do whatever I can do get work. But today I came out of my first session and cried.
Part of the job training was making a paper hat. I kid you not. Some of the parts might actually be beneficial but the majority (cut a newspaper ad out of the paper and stick it in a book) I found somewhat disheartening.
I am trying very hard to be open minded and I do want to improve myself and I am willing to do whatever I can do get work. But today I came out of my first session and cried.
More Doom & Gloom During the Recession
Today is not a day I have been looking forward to.
My status as "Unemployed" is firmly imprinted today as I head to government assistant job search training today in order to continue receiving my Newstart allowance.
Whilst I feel this may be beneficial for some people, like school leavers, recent graduates and people returning to work after extended absences such as maternity leave. I cannot see the point.
Surely my hours between 9-1 would be better spent further developing my writing skills, or actually looking for a job from the comfort of my living room. I have 3 targeted CV's updated within the past week, personal and professional references from 95% of every job I have had, An academic record that is respectable and I know perfectly well what to wear in an interview should I actually get one.
As we have now entered a recession, I feel that our illustrious Prime Minister K-Rudd's money would be better spent on somehow creating lots and lots of middle-of-the-road white collar jobs for educated, qualified people like myself, rather than forcing me to sit through a 20 hours of lectures on how to get a job. The reason I am not getting work is not because my CV is lacking, but because over 200+ people are applying for nearly every local job on the Sunshine Coast. I am mainly applying in Brisbane, where feedback in rejection emails is that "Due to the unforseen number of applicants we advise that you have not been shortlisted for this position" or "we had so many fricking applications that we couldn't be bothered to read them all, randomly picked 50 and shortlisted 5 from there to be interviews, sorry you didn't make the cut".
I am trying to remain open minded, it may be beneficial for me. I do however have the niggling feeling that I could need a stiff drink by lunchtime.
My status as "Unemployed" is firmly imprinted today as I head to government assistant job search training today in order to continue receiving my Newstart allowance.
Whilst I feel this may be beneficial for some people, like school leavers, recent graduates and people returning to work after extended absences such as maternity leave. I cannot see the point.
Surely my hours between 9-1 would be better spent further developing my writing skills, or actually looking for a job from the comfort of my living room. I have 3 targeted CV's updated within the past week, personal and professional references from 95% of every job I have had, An academic record that is respectable and I know perfectly well what to wear in an interview should I actually get one.
As we have now entered a recession, I feel that our illustrious Prime Minister K-Rudd's money would be better spent on somehow creating lots and lots of middle-of-the-road white collar jobs for educated, qualified people like myself, rather than forcing me to sit through a 20 hours of lectures on how to get a job. The reason I am not getting work is not because my CV is lacking, but because over 200+ people are applying for nearly every local job on the Sunshine Coast. I am mainly applying in Brisbane, where feedback in rejection emails is that "Due to the unforseen number of applicants we advise that you have not been shortlisted for this position" or "we had so many fricking applications that we couldn't be bothered to read them all, randomly picked 50 and shortlisted 5 from there to be interviews, sorry you didn't make the cut".
I am trying to remain open minded, it may be beneficial for me. I do however have the niggling feeling that I could need a stiff drink by lunchtime.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Prague - A Posthumus Travel Blog
JULY 2006
So have spend the last week soaking up the sun (you would not believe how tanned I am) and the atmosphere in the beautiful city of Prague. (Jealous?)
The flight was a nightmare (easyjet.. blugh), and the trip into town was not pleasant either..
the bus was so crowded I felt I was on a cattle truck or similar.. plus the heat! I though I left this heatwave behind in the UK but alas.. it followed me to the Czech Republic. The hostel that I stayed at, the Czech Inn was more like a hotel than a hostel, with enormous pillows and super clean modern bathrooms. And it was reasonably close to everything. So was very pleased with the decision to stay there.
So did all the main touristy stuff, Wenceslas Square (Of Good King Wenceslas Fame) is the main street, with alot of high street shops, nothing particularly interesting, but keep on walking down and you get to the Old Town Square, which is just beautiful, with markets, cafes and a big
astronomical clock tower thingy.. which on the hour death rings it bells and the apostles bless the city. Aparently the King was so pleased with it that he cut out the clock makers eyes so he couldn't create something more beautiful for another city. Poor Guy.
So if you can make your way through the crowds of american tourists and not fall down on the cobble stone streets you get to Charles Bridge.. the famous bridge.. apparently they used it in Mission Impossible? No idea.. but it is beautiful.. EXTREMELY crowded but stunning nonethless, with views of Prague Castle and the Vlatva river. I dragged Alex back there twice to walk across it at Sunset.. so beautiful. Plus they have all these musicians busking, the best was this awesome jazz quartet, they were really getting into it, especially the guy on the clarinet.
The flight was a nightmare (easyjet.. blugh), and the trip into town was not pleasant either..
the bus was so crowded I felt I was on a cattle truck or similar.. plus the heat! I though I left this heatwave behind in the UK but alas.. it followed me to the Czech Republic. The hostel that I stayed at, the Czech Inn was more like a hotel than a hostel, with enormous pillows and super clean modern bathrooms. And it was reasonably close to everything. So was very pleased with the decision to stay there.
So did all the main touristy stuff, Wenceslas Square (Of Good King Wenceslas Fame) is the main street, with alot of high street shops, nothing particularly interesting, but keep on walking down and you get to the Old Town Square, which is just beautiful, with markets, cafes and a big
astronomical clock tower thingy.. which on the hour death rings it bells and the apostles bless the city. Aparently the King was so pleased with it that he cut out the clock makers eyes so he couldn't create something more beautiful for another city. Poor Guy.
So if you can make your way through the crowds of american tourists and not fall down on the cobble stone streets you get to Charles Bridge.. the famous bridge.. apparently they used it in Mission Impossible? No idea.. but it is beautiful.. EXTREMELY crowded but stunning nonethless, with views of Prague Castle and the Vlatva river. I dragged Alex back there twice to walk across it at Sunset.. so beautiful. Plus they have all these musicians busking, the best was this awesome jazz quartet, they were really getting into it, especially the guy on the clarinet.Visitied the Sex Machine Museum, which was a bit dissapointing, and slightly disturbing. Some of the instruments they used where a bit gross.. the sort of thing where you tilt your head and go how the hell does that work? But I make it a point to go to the erotic museums in places that I visit.
We also did a day trip to Kutna Hora to visit the Ossuary or Bone Church, from the outside it looks like a regular church, you go in and the the altar, the decorations, the lamp posts are all made of bones.. real bones.. peoples skulls are just there. Plus they have these four massive piles of bones and skulls in each corner. Apparently they ran out of room in the cemetry when there was an epidemic of plaque (we think they got the translation wrong and it is supposed to be Plague?). The smell was disgusting, kind of like dirt and mould.. and it was all a bit disturbing
but very glad that we went there.
Prague Castle, another of the major tourist attractions, was so much fun. St Vitas's cathedral was stunning, with stained glass windows with incredible colour in them. Also trekked up the 287 steps to the top of the tower.. not as hard as St Pauls in London, but still an extremely sweaty experience. But the view over Prague was worth it. There was a few other buildings that
we went into, but nothing to write home about.
We also did a day trip to Kutna Hora to visit the Ossuary or Bone Church, from the outside it looks like a regular church, you go in and the the altar, the decorations, the lamp posts are all made of bones.. real bones.. peoples skulls are just there. Plus they have these four massive piles of bones and skulls in each corner. Apparently they ran out of room in the cemetry when there was an epidemic of plaque (we think they got the translation wrong and it is supposed to be Plague?). The smell was disgusting, kind of like dirt and mould.. and it was all a bit disturbing
but very glad that we went there.
Prague Castle, another of the major tourist attractions, was so much fun. St Vitas's cathedral was stunning, with stained glass windows with incredible colour in them. Also trekked up the 287 steps to the top of the tower.. not as hard as St Pauls in London, but still an extremely sweaty experience. But the view over Prague was worth it. There was a few other buildings that
we went into, but nothing to write home about.
As for Prague and the Czech Republic in general.. it is a bit of mixture. On the one hand you have all this beautiful architecture and history, and most of it is really old as it escaped the bombings in WWII.. and in the touristy areas everything is well maintained, but head out a bit and the
streets are dirty, and these beautiful buildings are covered in graffiti and falling to bits. You can tell that the city is still recovering from the Communist regime.
The people are a bit of a mix too.. they are either really friendly and helpful or grumpy bums, and either really clean and attractive or look like they haven't showered in months. There also seems to be lots of homeless and beggars on the streets.. although the one begger with clean shoes and levi jeans i though was pushing his luck! (although this is a potentially lucrative market for backpackers running out of cash). People also tend to run into me alot and not apologise... but this could be just me! Another very bizarre thing is the tendancy of the Czech people to wear socks with their sandals.. everybody does it. all very bizarre.
streets are dirty, and these beautiful buildings are covered in graffiti and falling to bits. You can tell that the city is still recovering from the Communist regime.
The people are a bit of a mix too.. they are either really friendly and helpful or grumpy bums, and either really clean and attractive or look like they haven't showered in months. There also seems to be lots of homeless and beggars on the streets.. although the one begger with clean shoes and levi jeans i though was pushing his luck! (although this is a potentially lucrative market for backpackers running out of cash). People also tend to run into me alot and not apologise... but this could be just me! Another very bizarre thing is the tendancy of the Czech people to wear socks with their sandals.. everybody does it. all very bizarre.
The food was delicious... dumplings and pizza.. not that Pizza is a Czech speciality, but we found a delicious little restaraunt and kept going back. Mmm. All in all the sort of romantic holiday you read about in books, but that never really happens to you... I'm glad this one did.
Turkish Delight - A Posthumus Travel Blog
MAY 2008
Well it’s been a long time since my last email… mainly because haven’t had all that much to write home about! It’s been a good 2 years since I left the Sunshine Coast to broaden my horizons, and I’m sure half of you have forgotten all about me by now! But needless to say I miss you all and will hopefully be seeing you soon.
But had a busy few weeks… spend the month of May with my housemates mending my broken heart, quite a few drunken antics such as ending up in Brighton on the way to the Shepherds Bush Walkie, and a wild weekend down in Newquay (In Cornwall) playing hard with the best housemates I could ask for…
But the past week I spent basking in the sunshine in the glorious country of Turkey! (Are you all jealous yet?)
Landed in Istanbul tired and feeling less than pleasant (having gone straight from the pub to the airport at 3am – bad move, and as I can see Ma shaking her head now will stop talking about this) but was ready for lots of adventures!
Met up with my tour group who are all fantastic people... except for Eeyup.. our thoroughly incompetent tour guide- Thank heavens for Lonely Planet! But at least he provided us with many hours of entertainment.
Saw some amazing sights, Blue Mosque, Hagia Sophia, Shihash Café’s, and a particularly delightful kebab in Istanbul. Topkapi palace was a very dull two hours, but did provide amazing views of the Bosphorous (The body of water connecting Europe and Asia). Basically all Istanbul was missing was a giant saying saying “YOU ARE NOW LEAVING EUROPE” “WELCOME TO ASIA”
Day 3 found us on the long bus ride to Galipoli, which was an incredibly moving experience. I was astounded to see how small the beach actually was, and it baffled me how thousands of troups (and Aussie tourists on Anzac day) fitted there. You can still walk through the trenches, and at one point the stretch separating the Turkish & ANZAC front was less than 2 metres. It really brought home what a senseless waste of life it all was.
Day 4 saw us going to Troy (one of the most boring sights we visited) but we did get to climb up into the Replica wooden horse... which anybody who knows me, will know that I enjoyed immensely. Pergamum however was my favourite ruins.. there were no tourists there and was quite well preserved
The ancient city of Ephesus was next on the agenda. One of the 7 Ancient Wonders of the World, it is now overflowing with old American & German tourists waddling over the marble rocks. This was our tour guides favourite place and he gave us lots of accurate information about it, for example. This is the first board game in the world (with a sign on it saying repainted 1956) and “Everybody in Ephesus was gay and the women didn’t wash” Good times. Here though what was interesting was the carved image of Nike - Goddess of Victory. In the image is very clearly the Nike "swoosh" - so not just a modern day marketing invention after all.
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Pamukkale, the calcium pools on the side of the mountain were AMAZING. Having wanted to have swim in these for a long time, I was disappointed when Eeyup said we couldn’t swim in them, only to find when we got there every man , his dog and their beach balls swimming, wading and splashing in the stunning landscape. Not to be deterred I hitched up my skirt and jumped in. It was amazing and the water was really weird feeling.
Cappdocia is an amazing region, and the old volcanoes have shaped the landscape with fairy chimneys, and hidden houses all through the mountain. It was so much fun climbing through them, but after 2 days of looking at basically the same thing it did get a bit much. And in retrospect, they all look like giant penises.
A Traditional Turkish bath was something I had been looking forward to, and was not disappointed. It was amazing being scrubbed down by a big fat Turkish man in a room so steamy you couldn’t see in front of your.. then the foam massage, then the shampoo/head massage… WOW. I want a Turkish bath every day!
Belly dancing night was interesting. There was unlimited wine and therefore I don’t remember all that much, apart from challenging a Spanish lady to a dance off and then apparently I was running up and down the bus. Interesting.
Turkey is an amazing country, but I was shocked to see so many malnourished animals being used at tourist attractions. At one service station there was a zoo that had monkey’s, gazelles, a Zebra and a wolf in the tiniest, dirtiest cages with no water and no food. It made me feel sick to my stomach.
And my tour members and I have decided that putting massage chairs in service stations is a brilliant idea, and we should go into business.
And I don’t want to eat Doritos, kebabs or buffet for a very long time.
Overall opinion - Possibly my favourite country in all of Europe, apart from Croatia.
Well it’s been a long time since my last email… mainly because haven’t had all that much to write home about! It’s been a good 2 years since I left the Sunshine Coast to broaden my horizons, and I’m sure half of you have forgotten all about me by now! But needless to say I miss you all and will hopefully be seeing you soon.
But had a busy few weeks… spend the month of May with my housemates mending my broken heart, quite a few drunken antics such as ending up in Brighton on the way to the Shepherds Bush Walkie, and a wild weekend down in Newquay (In Cornwall) playing hard with the best housemates I could ask for…
But the past week I spent basking in the sunshine in the glorious country of Turkey! (Are you all jealous yet?)
Landed in Istanbul tired and feeling less than pleasant (having gone straight from the pub to the airport at 3am – bad move, and as I can see Ma shaking her head now will stop talking about this) but was ready for lots of adventures!
Met up with my tour group who are all fantastic people... except for Eeyup.. our thoroughly incompetent tour guide- Thank heavens for Lonely Planet! But at least he provided us with many hours of entertainment.
Saw some amazing sights, Blue Mosque, Hagia Sophia, Shihash Café’s, and a particularly delightful kebab in Istanbul. Topkapi palace was a very dull two hours, but did provide amazing views of the Bosphorous (The body of water connecting Europe and Asia). Basically all Istanbul was missing was a giant saying saying “YOU ARE NOW LEAVING EUROPE” “WELCOME TO ASIA”
Day 3 found us on the long bus ride to Galipoli, which was an incredibly moving experience. I was astounded to see how small the beach actually was, and it baffled me how thousands of troups (and Aussie tourists on Anzac day) fitted there. You can still walk through the trenches, and at one point the stretch separating the Turkish & ANZAC front was less than 2 metres. It really brought home what a senseless waste of life it all was.Day 4 saw us going to Troy (one of the most boring sights we visited) but we did get to climb up into the Replica wooden horse... which anybody who knows me, will know that I enjoyed immensely. Pergamum however was my favourite ruins.. there were no tourists there and was quite well preserved
The ancient city of Ephesus was next on the agenda. One of the 7 Ancient Wonders of the World, it is now overflowing with old American & German tourists waddling over the marble rocks. This was our tour guides favourite place and he gave us lots of accurate information about it, for example. This is the first board game in the world (with a sign on it saying repainted 1956) and “Everybody in Ephesus was gay and the women didn’t wash” Good times. Here though what was interesting was the carved image of Nike - Goddess of Victory. In the image is very clearly the Nike "swoosh" - so not just a modern day marketing invention after all.
Pamukkale, the calcium pools on the side of the mountain were AMAZING. Having wanted to have swim in these for a long time, I was disappointed when Eeyup said we couldn’t swim in them, only to find when we got there every man , his dog and their beach balls swimming, wading and splashing in the stunning landscape. Not to be deterred I hitched up my skirt and jumped in. It was amazing and the water was really weird feeling.
Cappdocia is an amazing region, and the old volcanoes have shaped the landscape with fairy chimneys, and hidden houses all through the mountain. It was so much fun climbing through them, but after 2 days of looking at basically the same thing it did get a bit much. And in retrospect, they all look like giant penises.
A Traditional Turkish bath was something I had been looking forward to, and was not disappointed. It was amazing being scrubbed down by a big fat Turkish man in a room so steamy you couldn’t see in front of your.. then the foam massage, then the shampoo/head massage… WOW. I want a Turkish bath every day!
Belly dancing night was interesting. There was unlimited wine and therefore I don’t remember all that much, apart from challenging a Spanish lady to a dance off and then apparently I was running up and down the bus. Interesting.
Turkey is an amazing country, but I was shocked to see so many malnourished animals being used at tourist attractions. At one service station there was a zoo that had monkey’s, gazelles, a Zebra and a wolf in the tiniest, dirtiest cages with no water and no food. It made me feel sick to my stomach.
And my tour members and I have decided that putting massage chairs in service stations is a brilliant idea, and we should go into business.
And I don’t want to eat Doritos, kebabs or buffet for a very long time.
Overall opinion - Possibly my favourite country in all of Europe, apart from Croatia.
Friday, April 17, 2009
My Favourite Things
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens (obviously)
Visits to Starbucks and warm chocolate biscuits
Postcards and packages addressed to me
These are a few of my favourite things.
Long steamy showers and crisp winter mornings
Vodka and Red Wine and men without clothes on
Getting to the loo when you really need to pee
These are a few of my favourite things.
Hugh Grant love stories with happy endings
Sunshine and laughing and Harry Potter
Playing with nephews and drinking with friends
These are a few of my favourite things
When the bank calls,
When I’m dateless,
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favourite things, And then I don't feel, so bad.
(this ditty is obviously plagerised from the Sound of Music version)
Would I Want to be 17 Again?
Yesterday I braved the school holiday crowds to go and see my latest celebrity crush Zac Efron’s new movie 17 Again.
The movie in itself was highly enjoyable, and eclectic mix of comedy, teenage romance with the right amount of awkwardness and bare chests thrown in.
However, seeing this movie was a horrific flashback to my days of being 14-15. Were we really so fricking rude to the other people in the cinema? Throwing popcorn, running around and generally just being annoying. The girl next to me was hogging the entire arm rest and the girl on my other side was constantly talking to her sister about Greek Philosophy (No, I am not kidding).
Also I am sure that I did not wear clothes so revealing when I was a youngster... this could have been due to the fact my mother would not let me shave my legs so I therefore covered them as much as possible and also my boobs did not come in until about 20, so nothing to show there.
Would I, like Matthew Perry in said movie, want to go back to high school and do-over? Relive the so called glory days? The answer to that is of course a resounding NO. High school sucked. The girls were mean, the boys took no interest in me . I was awkward and my allergies were bad. And whilst most of my fellow Class of 2000 now have careers, spouses and babies, I have at least travelled most of Europe, I have seen the world and got some experience that they will never have been able to get on the Sunshine Coast.
And whilst I am sure I would like my own “It’s a Wonderful Life” Capra-esque moment of doing life again (Really.. Matthew Perry jumping off the bridge to save the old man??? COME ON.. what a rip off! Jimmy Stewart would not be amused) I would not go back to high school. I would travel back about a year.. end my ex-relationship for good instead of letting it linger, and I would not have come back to Australia. But then who knows what would have happened? I could have died of pneumonia in the big freeze London had earlier in the year.
I have decided that the whole time-shift thing is rubbish and only works in movies where you know that you are guaranteed a happy ending. Life will continue in the same way no matter what. Therefore I shall not dwell on the past, but instead dwell on Zac Efron shirtless... Zac if you ever fancy an older woman to show you a thing or two... let me know.
The movie in itself was highly enjoyable, and eclectic mix of comedy, teenage romance with the right amount of awkwardness and bare chests thrown in.
However, seeing this movie was a horrific flashback to my days of being 14-15. Were we really so fricking rude to the other people in the cinema? Throwing popcorn, running around and generally just being annoying. The girl next to me was hogging the entire arm rest and the girl on my other side was constantly talking to her sister about Greek Philosophy (No, I am not kidding).
Also I am sure that I did not wear clothes so revealing when I was a youngster... this could have been due to the fact my mother would not let me shave my legs so I therefore covered them as much as possible and also my boobs did not come in until about 20, so nothing to show there.
Would I, like Matthew Perry in said movie, want to go back to high school and do-over? Relive the so called glory days? The answer to that is of course a resounding NO. High school sucked. The girls were mean, the boys took no interest in me . I was awkward and my allergies were bad. And whilst most of my fellow Class of 2000 now have careers, spouses and babies, I have at least travelled most of Europe, I have seen the world and got some experience that they will never have been able to get on the Sunshine Coast.
And whilst I am sure I would like my own “It’s a Wonderful Life” Capra-esque moment of doing life again (Really.. Matthew Perry jumping off the bridge to save the old man??? COME ON.. what a rip off! Jimmy Stewart would not be amused) I would not go back to high school. I would travel back about a year.. end my ex-relationship for good instead of letting it linger, and I would not have come back to Australia. But then who knows what would have happened? I could have died of pneumonia in the big freeze London had earlier in the year.
I have decided that the whole time-shift thing is rubbish and only works in movies where you know that you are guaranteed a happy ending. Life will continue in the same way no matter what. Therefore I shall not dwell on the past, but instead dwell on Zac Efron shirtless... Zac if you ever fancy an older woman to show you a thing or two... let me know.
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