Saturday, 30 July 2016

Quote of The Day

"I don't like the outside but I like what's inside"
-Apple Pie and Life Wisdom

Friday, 29 July 2016

Well Hello Again

Well now my posts are out of order. It’s been almost 2 weeks since my last post..The meat is somewhat freezer burned, there are brown spots on this banana, my food got cold and forgotten in the microwave, I left this cash bill in my jeans pocket and it went through the wash.

My blog now has a subtle staleness. BUT I WILL REFRESH IT BECAUSE SO MUCH IS HAPPENING.

1.       I can’t believe July is over in 2 days. which means it's almost my 3 month ozzi-versary

2.       July 25th my cousin gave birth to a gorgeous human specimen, thus making me, by the rules of genetics and English language.. AN AUNTY. 

3.       I’m going to Thailand in 9 days!!!!

4.       I have a long lost cousin here in Australia; she was adopted out of the family. I’m going to visit her on Sunday!

5.       I’ve officially decided I want to stay in Aus for more than one year and apply for a second year visa. Which means I have to do 88 days of farm work.... BEFORE I apply.. which I didn’t know... I thought I had to do it after I get the 2nd visa. So in October I’ll be going to Queensland!

6.       I gained almost 15 pounds.... I’ve been killing my self esteem over it. It’s a vicious cycle being unhappy with myself/ my image... I’ve been pumping myself with self worth quotes but at the end of the day I’m being mad at myself for being mad at myself ...vicious I tell you.

7.        I HAVE TO GO INTO FURTHER DETAIL ABOUT THESE THINGS. I’M SO BEHIND.



Now I don’t even know if anyone follows up on my posts but the point is I realized I always start a venture and never give it 100% or never stick with it. Another one of my self proclamations of fame are my theories! My theory relative to what I just stated is my theory for excuses... I believe there are three tier’s or subcategories here. Excuses, Reasons and Reasonable excuses

Examples.



a.       Excuse- Something lousy being said only to avoid task. Has an easy solution. Very little to no sympathy received.

b.      Reasons- Legitimate obstacles preventing one from task completion. Usually received with much understanding.

c.       Reasonable excuses- A layer of a and b. Thus obstructing the doer from doing the doing while receiving minor understanding and compromise!



Anyways I do make a lot of excuses. They seem to just flow naturally sometimes. I always think to myself pathological liar or creative thinker..? it’s one of those many fine lines like Stupid or brave? Lazy or energy efficient ? lonely or alone?


The problem is that I also am convinced I am a weirdness magnet! Because legitimately out of the ordinary disappointments seem to pop up in whatever I do , big or small. For example the website I was using before ..It just crashed... but these types of things happen and I’ve made excuses times I should have been doing the doing and in the end I usually let the flame burn out.


Another vicious cycle.  Life is so full circle in so many ways man.  Big and small , big and small my brother. It’s far out hunnys.
Stay golden and stay tuned.

I'll Call This One Yessssssss


“I’ll call this one Yesssssss”

5 days shy of my 2 months since I’ve touched down on Sydney soil anniversary. By this time I know I want a chocolate cake I'm just not sure what font I want "Happy Anniversary" written in. Even though it's only been 56 days here (1,344 hours, 80,644 minutes 4,838,400 seconds... thanks Google)  I'm really feeling I want to be here longer than just my 1 year visa, like I'm probably going to apply for a second one or study for 2-3 years. This is still a tentative plan but yea it's been swell so far.

The beautiful thing is I'm just living simple, now that I think about it maybe even perceivably boring,  but it's so sweet and splendid I'm satisfied. When I’m not working I've been seeing a lot of live music, I invent breakfast foods, I talk to strangers, eat too much chocolate and In the rare hours that I'm the only one home at the flat, I dance like a lucky sea turtle who just made it from hatched egg to fresh open sea.

This weekend I went to Kiama for a "staycation" (stay-cay-shun; miniature vacation , short distance  from home)  twas a nice little break from the city. Met some cool people. Which is something else I love. On my 2 months anniversary I shall write a list of everyone I’ve met and a special characteristic! The people and short memoirs have been fresh in my brain lately so I don’t want them to get stale.

Today I went to The White Rabbit Gallery. My favourite installation was this story board about a man who moved a pile of dirt ONE MOUTH FULL AT A TIME. With every drop off mouth full he wrote the time with a stick of chalk. I should also mention he did this slithering along pavement. Although I read the description, I forget his name and where exactly it was but what he said about this special work of art was something like "art is always pretty". I read it again, because I thought it was supposed to say "isn’t" always pretty. Which would make the sentence straight forward and the art as well.  So even the way he’s quoted makes you think with a bit more strength. It was very stimulating to watch. A rather unconventional passion. It was a sizable pile of dirt! One mouth full at a time! Spectacular! I'll have to go back to get the name and place.

S Word Count-  42

In a subtly conducive fashion, for my next journal I will attempt charter into incomprehensible waters. Breaking boundaries,*gradual rise in tone of voice*  , bringing to surface, from the depth of Raisha's World.. *clears throat* what just came to fruition to be titled..

Introspective Lexemes

*crowd oouu's*

Curtain closes.

George Street and Bathurst


Tuesday on my day off the only real task I had in my agenda to complete was mail 2 letters and a small package for a friends Birthday. Instagram enlightened me this place nearby had a "taco Tuesday" special so I messaged my friend Melissa , we made plans to meet up after I mailed my mail and her hair had been hairdressed. Also yes I really have an agenda!


I got to the post office, realized I'd forgotten part of the Birthday gift and my stamps , 30 minutes before we said we’d meet I was already near the place and too far to run back to my apartment , so I could either go sit in the park maybe get a smoothie or go walk around the QVB (Queen Victoria Building-shopping center) I decided I'll walk around the QVB.
I left world square on George street just crossed Bathurst and in the frenzy of people at the corner I noticed this woman was stumbling around looking like she had to vomit or was in pain, something wasn't right.


A few other people noticed as well, naturally we all waited for the other person to do something . One person said  "she's a drunk" and insisted their entourage keep walking... than she dropped her hand bag. Now I'm thinking this is a definite sign of distress, it was a really nice purse! I looked at this guy and said should I call ........I was about to say  911... than he had to cross the street. I'm starting to almost panic but I remembered the emergency number is 000 so finally I put my hand on her shoulder and said do you need me to call 000??


She looked up at me, quite surprised and faintish and said


"whats wrong what happened"


My mind was like ohhh  kay I'm on a new premier of that show with Ashton Kutcher and the pranks... or "What would you do?" than my mouth was like  


"You dropped your bag and you were about to pass out or something"


She was even more surprised than me! I suggested we sit down, or maybe I get her water. All I had in my bag was walnuts... I was going to offer but I decided agaisnt it.


Luckily there was steps close by. She had almost no recolection as to where she was, she asked me If I saw her mother with her but she was alone. Then she told me she has epilepsy and has been battling it for 15 years now! To be considerate I'll use K for her name.


I sat with her until she got a hold of her mom on her cellphone, turns out her mom was never with her. They both thanked me and K offered to buy me a coffee. I still had sometime to spare before $3 taco's so we went to the QVB and had a coffee.


K and I sat at the first coffee place, I'd say we enjoyed our coffee as well as each others company! She told me in short and not so short her life story, especially her journey with epilepsy. I have a sister who is battling mental illness, which is what struck the sense of urgency to me when I saw K's condition at the time . They both have a lot in common, battling an illness that directly effects your mental health and your entire life! and they both are artists! 

 So we had a lot to talk about on a personal level which I think she was sort of reliving for her. She was embarrassed at first but we really had a great conversation, I gave her my number and we're going to keep in contact. I was a bit late for taco's with Mel so we had KFC instead because it was closer! Mel surprised me with donut time. I nearly cried. K called me to let me know she got home ok, which I thought was sweet. Oh and I mailed my mail the next day!


I told Mel that I fall in love with someone everyday, I really do. I'm probably going to be that grandma that tells the cashier too much detail about my hot yoga class. Or shows the waitress ALL my grandkids baby pictures. I like half way there. That could be me in actually less than 30 years from now. NO SHAME.


SO kids the moral of the story is, when traveling make sure you know the local emergency service number. Like seriously , I almost froze and dialed 911... and LOVE PEOPLE. Smile at more strangers, tell the receptionist their collar is looking nice and ironed today. Ask someone next to you their favourite spice girl!!


Peace and Love fellow earthlings.




ps. For the record mine was Scary Spice because my Dad used to do my hair like hers and I'd watch the movie religiously!

Introspective Lexemes


Introspective lexemes.



Introspective: the act or process of looking into oneself.

Lexemes: basically a word but here’s the all knowing Wikipedia with some in-depth enlightenment




For a good portion of our lives we are looking for our titles.

 “What do you want to be when you grow up”

“Time to start thinking about the future”

“What programs are you applying for”

“Where do you see yourself in 5-10 years”



All these questions that are leading to answers about who you will be in this world. Finding yourself vs creating yourself. Some people just seem to have themselves “figured out”. By that I mean they are just so them, which probably sounds weird but if you know someone who is you’ll know what I mean. Before I get to metaphysical I will redirect focus to



INTROSPECTIVE LEXEMES *cue lasers and transformers type font*

I don’t know when it started but I have this fascination with words, linguistics and the decomposition. Recently I’ve been thinking of words Id use to describe myself that have a subtle double meaning.



Example:



Fringe or what I elaborated into “fringester”

Fringe defined quickly is 1. An adornment on clothing  2. Meaning not part of the mainstream.

“Fringster” came from thinking of hipster like someone who come’s across trends while they are outside of the mainstream.



Though of in the bath tub the other day:

“extra ordinary”

1.Because It’s an oxymoron and 2. It’s aaa .... than I was questioned what is the word for a word that is made up of words. (say that 5 times fast lol) Like in-between which is also me ish



Anyways I Google what is the word for a word made of other words and found

Portmanteau Definition:  a linguistic blend of words, in which parts of multiple words, or their phones (sounds), and their meanings are combined into a new word. Eg. Smog or Brunch



And the obvious answer. Compound

Portmanteau blew my mind, it’s one of those things you come across and you can’t stop thinking about all the possible answers.



This is definitely more rantish than my other journals. I’ll admit I don’t know at all where this is going, I just thought I came up with a great title for something that always rattling around my head. Okay here we go. Maybe the point is there is no point. YES. BRILLIANT. That we can be asked for all the years of our lives what, when, where and we can get the answers from infinite sources.

We shouldn’t have to aspire to become answers to these questions by a certain human lifespan value. Especially not ones expressed by a word or successes. I think we limit ourselves by making age a series of boxes and ticking the check mark as we go along.



“you’re still young” has become by favourite and least favourite phrase. 1. it’s a euphemism, meant to make me feel better 2. What about when I’m not still young. 3. I don’t think I like euphemisms

Moving to Australia has been very enlightening for me , I’m alone in the world for the first time, I’m meeting heaps of new people for short periods of time and I’m thinking more than ever about the future and my future. Yes separate futures. Also I have what I like to refer to as a “small social circle”.. ha..haha.. I have a lot of time to myself. I hope this wasn’t toooo existential. Just existential enough.











Side note is rap mucis was actually educational



word word word word word, words

English, Latin , French word word word word word words.

Linguistics and gram maarrr mar mar mar marrr

Pronunciate without a stam mmar mar mar mar merrr





I KID YOU NOT WORK JUST CAME ON AS I FINISHED THIS AND MY ITUNES IS ON SHUFFLE. SERENDIPITY AT IT’S FINEST.

85+85+85+85 Not Including Wine

I was talking with my flat mate the other day and I was trying to add 85+85+85+85. I knew it’d be around 400 but I wanted to get the exact number.

*math enters the brain*
Ok so 5x4 20
Than 80+80 is 160 and that times two.
So 160+160...

I didn’t get to finish before my flat mate was, I’ll say “amazed” by my mathematical solving tactics. Than he says he’s good at math and I say I’m not (and try not to notice his comforting yet false expression of surprise)
“so you’re not good at math, not good at geography.. science?”
“noo”
“so what would you say you are you good at”
*drum roll*

...Just keep imagining a drum roll.

In this 2-4 second window I was searching my brains glove compartment for a piece of knowledge I threw in there with some napkins and Canadian tire money. And I came up with .....

“Uh writing, I write some poems and I did good in my English classes”

Side note- Microsoft word just corrected 3 words in that sentence for me...what the what.

And now I’m thinking writing is definitely not the write answer. And I thinking about all these things that we have mini brain farts about trying to spit out the rightest or nicest answers.

I had some seriously rich and wholesome tasty conversation at a house part/ fundraiser last night, about this similar concept and many other things. Shout out to Herman ,Tom and friends. Your intellectual beauties <3

Anyways I am always defeating myself in these little ways, thinking I’m under the bar and I’m noticing it and trying to tell this bar to gtfo and tell myself. Raishhaaaaa you, you human of wonder and life, love, brains, beauty and more. I’m good at sooo many things, irregular possibly never going to achieve me any status of success in this world things, But things non the less!! So set your own bar. Or maybe forget about the bar. Or maybe just know it’s there and it’s not the bar necessarily that’s harmful, but in the wrong hands or wrong state of mind that bar will mess you up.

Well I don’t know if sense was made but here’s a quote.



“It’s not about being self made, but being self proclaimed”




Tokyo Sing Song


Previously in Raisha’ world....
“Stay tuned for a dreamy synopsis of yester-night grooves and affairs. Staring a beautiful stranger”
I’ve became friends with this girl who is a solo musician and also plays in a band!  We were actually acquainted through Instagram, when I posted a picture of these pins I made for my favourite band Sticky Fingers (practically half the reason I wanted to come to Australia!!!)  anyways she’s invited me to a few of her gigs and it’s been pretty radical! I feel like the internet makes us all like second cousins or step siblings. Shout out to Courtney aka La Vif Music. Check out her tunes!!  She just is Talent. *notice the capitalization of the “T”
Saturday night I went to see her in her band doing a B52’s cover set at this basement club called Tokyo Sing Song. It was full fledged 80’s in body mind and spirit. Everyone’s dressed up, which in this era of hipster fashion we’re basically always dressed in 80’s attire. But when boobs are painted into abstract art on the wall and couples are dancing to “Come on Eileen”  YOU REALLY FEEL LIKE YOUR IN THE 80’S.  When I say dancing, I don’t mean grinding or just jumping with your hand in the air and ending with a dab. I mean .. shaking, twirling ,kicking just undefined movements that are somehow carried out gracefully thanks to the magic that lies within all great 80’s pop songs.
This is something I usually do while I’m cleaning or making food so to do it with a group of equally energetic people is a really beautiful thing.
 I don’t know what it is but the cheesier the 80’s tune the weaker I am in the knees. Needless to say Saturday my knees were jello thus allowing my dance moves to be ever so gnarly. I requested this song I love “Lowdown by Boz Scaggs”. (It’s from the 70’s another musical favourite)  So I’m really into the funk when this guy comes up and says
“Can you teach me how to dance like that”
I’d like to take a minute to say he was beautiful and in this moment I felt I truly honoured. And I said
“You just gotta feel it, it helps if you put down your drink”
Than we danced.
And the rest is history.
The end.

Ps.  Cliff hanger muaha. Then he actually put down his drink and started dancing with his eyes closed. It was so cute , like he was gaining melodic understanding or something.  He asked me what I’d request next I said super freak by Rick James. He said Beautiful Stranger by Madonna. We sat down for a bit. I got ready to leave and somehow lost an earring and he followed me out and returned it and said
“are you just gonna run off or can I get your number”
“uh I’m just gonna run off”
IS THAT NOT STRAIGHT FROM AN 80’S CINDERELLA SCRIPT OR WHAT.
Salutations Lu ! I should have given you my mobile sequence of digits.

Sweet and Sweat

I remember when I was learning to differentiate between words that are very similar. I still confuse receipt and recipe every once in a while. or angel and angle. maybe I’m still learning actually because typing those just now I was unsure for a minute... And I honestly can't be bothered to understand which than is the right one to use depending on context.

So I have what I like to call "a sweet mouth". It’s not just one tooth . haha.
Cake, candy, chocolate.
cant get enough
cake candy chocolate
I need a sugar rush
anyways I want to segue into sweat now.
SWEAT
as in I've been sweatin' about being healthy lately (oh your surprised because like woah who has used the word healthy lately , right) and not dying at 47 with high cholesterol, diabetes and 3 blocked arteries. (based on true events mind you..) But it's so damn hard. Are Nutella filled, bacon coated, deep fried ice cream Twinkies gonna kill me.... is it worth it to die from such a sweet euphoria...
Love your body
My body loves reeses.
love your body
feed it righteousness and
feel good about your self
vs. body image "goals"
feel good about yourself...
feel good about yourself...
Yes most of this headache is caused by vanity. Maybe 65-75% that other 35-25 is my family’s health history creeping out of the shadows warning me of what I could face if I don’t starting having better eating habits. Ugh.

So I’m trying to try. This has been my slogan for a lot of things lately. I can’t seem to get the finesse of fitness. I ate pizza and cereal for breakfast this morning. I bought almost $15 worth of these giant kit kat bars , $3 each (I got mint chocolate, salted caramel swirl, cookies n cream and the o.g. Milk chocolate <3)... I ate a beautiful salad for lunch at work today.
Half of me is saying who the fuck cares. I ate chocolate cake for breakfast and I danced and felt so good about myself , from my taste buds to my toe nails. I was completely entranced, not a carb related care in my world.
The other half is more like .. That’s gonna catch up with you when your 30. I think of my Dad and his years of different health problems. Then he lost like 75lbs. And started a more nutrient rich diet. Prevention is better than cure
Ugh.
In other news I went to an 80’s party last night that was one of the best nights I’ve had in Australia so far! Stay tuned for a dreamy synopsis of yester-night grooves and affairs. Staring a beautiful stranger..


An Ode to My Last Blog

To the many
or the few
I write this to inform you
My blog had to find anew
For technical difficulties
this change is due.
error on page
days after days
almost forgotten tales
patiences off the rails.
Here we are again
writing of memoirs
and new friends.
Raisha's World
welcome to me
in word form.

ps. Luckily I didn't write all my posts directly to the previous site, I have them saved in my word pad so I will now continue to upload past posts and an update!