Amy Victoria Panda Moustache Fisher

this be my best friend. she's in china right now, and i miss her like crazy. she's super-dooper cute.
you should all be jealous as aeroplanes, because i have the cutest best friend.

the night before the 31st

thursday night sensations...

looks like...
silver spangled nail polish, rachel and chandler, band t-shirts

smells like...
vintage clothing, acetone

tastes like...
vitamin water, mushrooms with cracked pepper, vitawheats with cheese

sounds like...
this playlist:
my false-matt corby
in the end-tom milek
if we hadn't got together-boat people cover by ball park music
hiccups-jinja safari
here she comes now-the velvet underground
helplessness blues-fleet foxes
hector myola-tin sparrow
h.m.m.m.f.-francolin
glass jar-ball park music
genius next door-regina spektor
foundations (acoustic)-kate nash
forest eyes-jinja safari
for you-tin sparrow
follow me-iwan rheon
dream of flying-neda
dog days are over-florence and the machine
do you realise-flaming lips cover by ball park music
dimmer-bishop allen
the devil takes care of his own-band of skulls
dark sea-husky
cowboy song-the rubens
coming down-ball park music
click click click click-bishop allen
the cigarette duet-princess chlelsea
chasing pirates-norah jones
butterfly culture-benjamin francis leftwich
brother-matt corby
bricks-tin sparrow

feels like...
amazing. slightly lonely. almost too comfortable to care. i have nice clothes i want to go out and wear them. hmm maybe tomorrow.

too many bangles.

wrote you a dozen letters never sent them, my words could be better, pretty little hipsters pose whilst reading prose, orange and white covers, high-buttoned collars, cross-legged in rows, we make fun of them, but we secretly wish we were one of them, i used to know some of them, way back when, we hated our school uniforms, its funny cos our style's just like it, but we used to complain, oh we so disliked it, think i'm so cool with my half-rhymes, could i be like seth sentry? gonna send him a hoodie  with my name on so he'll know me, now the frost is building and it's probably freezing but i'll walk through that cold night air to spend some time with a boy who likes to make babies cry...

feels.

'

Darlin' I don't know much
I know I love you so much
My life depends on your touch
And my love is a river runnin' soul deep
Way down inside me it's-a soul deep
It's too big to hide and it can't be denied
My love is a river runnin' soul deep
I'll work myself to death for ya
Just to show I adore ya
Nothin' I wouldn't do for ya
"Cause my love is a river runnin' soul deep
Way down inside me it's-a soul deep
It's too big to hide and it can't be denied
My love is a river runnin' soul deep
Huh!
All I ever, ever hope to be
Depends on your love for me
Baby believe me

If you should leave me
I'd be nothin' but an empty shell
I know darn well, I can tell, ah
I don't know much
I know I love you so much
My life depends on your touch
And my love is a river runnin' soul deep
Way down inside me it's-a soul deep
It's too big to hide and it can't be denied
My love is a river runnin' soul deep
Huh-huh
My love is a river runnin' soul deep
Way down inside me it's-a soul deep
Well, my love is a river runnin' soul deep
Way down inside me it's-a soul deep
Yeah, my love is a river runnin' soul deep
Way down inside me it's-a soul deep'


so this picture doesn't look too different from the way i spend some nights. fangirlling. ahh love me some box tops. 

drabble babble, let's play some scrabble.

ignorance is bliss, who wants to hear about horrible histories, instead we retreat and read murder mysteries, paperbacks with worn out spines, i struggle to colour inside the lines, count my steps on the sidewalk, don't step on the cracks, here we call them footpaths, sometimes they are pavements, initials carved in wet concrete, i see them as history in the making. watch where you put your feet, if you stare me down i might admit defeat, i stole his hat, he initiated a trade, we had a nice chat, all my friends are fair game. i will call you on foul play, let's seize the day, please don't go away. don't you forget about me, i'll be fairy dancing like devendra in the front row, trapped in a red-drape cage, we fangirled across the stage and fanned ourselves in the hot winter night, ran to catch the tram, some angels slowed it down. the fries were cold, the jam too sweet, but that pint-sized night was oh-so just right. 

wise words from a true lady.

"As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others"

greener grass...

so for the last six to eight months or so, i have been doing a little job-hopping, like the nomadic and restless being i seem to be. call it short attention span, call it opportunistic, inability to commit, whatever. psychoanalyse me all you want, as long as you post your opinions, ideas, critiques, anything, on this blog. 

i think some believe it is my inability to accept the fact that our jobs will always suck, and that all bosses are horrible, that we will never be 100% happy in one place. there's always something to complain about, nothing's perfect, the grass is always greener, blah blah blah. 

but still a small (perhaps stubborn) part of me disagrees. why should we settle for second best? why should we not try to live up to our full potential, both in terms of personal satisfaction as well as skill?
if you're not happy with where you are at this current stage of your life, whether it be in regards to work, education, relationship, health, fitness, friendships, appearance, locale... I say CHANGE IT! 

why should we condemn ourselves to a life of settling, of rolling over and playing dead? what's so wrong with the active pursuit of happyness, even if that means constantly sending your situation topsy-turvy, rocking the boat, fighting back, causing a stir? 
where's the excitement in life, the motivation to work harder, move faster, eat less, exercise more, earn more money, find better friends, laugh more, simply bettering oneself, if you turn into a settler?

i do agree that there comes a point in time at which we need to be content with what we have, and take time to appreciate the life we have built for ourselves. but first, we have to do a hell of a lot of renovation to get there. i don't want to be someone who in 50 years looks back at my life and find myself filled with 'what if's'

what if i'd taken that chance, introduced myself to that person, stepped outside of my comfort zone, challenged myself more, applied for that position, trained for that marathon, etc...

no, i want to be a fighter, a striver, a pursuer.

i don't want to be complacent, a follower, a sheep. i want to know in 50 years that whatever kind of life i hopefully achieve, was achieved through risks, challenges, hard work, not always following the pack. there's a reason that the protagonists in books and movies have lives full of struggles and drama. they take the hard road and end up with a happy ending. most likely because nothing truly satisfactory ever came out of coasting, cruising, bludging. the bare minimum is never enough.

as for my habitual job-hopping, i like to see it as doing what i believe is best for me, challenging myself, hopefully leading to a better situation personally. being an opportunist is not a bad thing, and it's only too easy to settle in your crappy job that makes you miserable, when there could be something better waiting for you to actively seek it out. it won't come to you. you have to go to it. and if you're wrong, so what? you'll pick yourself up and try again.

nomads have adventures. i want my life to be a string of those.