Be happy, life's too short for anything else.

More photographs....

Back to the power station yesterday.  Had the pleasure of taking someone to model for me, despite being rubbish at giving him directions...

This is beautiful.

I wish words were sufficient enough to express and explain, everything that I long to express and explain.  It's like we try so hard to assign meanings to letters and pages of text give the thought, the expression, no justice at all really.  That's what frustrates me.  We can't comprehend what we haven't personally experienced.  Perhaps that makes us stronger, or for some, weaker - I know it would be different for everyone.  But I wish somehow our words could portray the perfect amount of depth - the sweetness of moments, the feelings we have.  It feels like words are so inaccurate, so short; so lost for real, valid and intensely overwhelming things that we want to encapsulate the meaning of.  But that's enough from me.  I will have to pair images with words if I want you to create any idea of what I am feeling right now.

One thing I've learnt in my life is that "Beauty in things exists in the mind that contemplates them".  Beauty is something that can never be compromised, it's always set by he who observes.

I am getting to this strange point in life that I have heard others refer to - that prime age.  I don't have all the free time in the world, but I have freedom.  Not the freedom of a child - as much as we long for that, I personally think that that type of innocence is overrated.  It is much more fulfilling knowing you have an understanding of things, have been exposed to numerous occurrences, places and concepts and that you can grow from it.  

I realise now that there are 'thinkers' and there are 'do'ers'.

I don't want to know the 'do-ers', I want to be one...

We spend so much of our time being these crazy, naive, insecure bundles of human.  In saying this, some of us spend so much time trying to please someone who's never going to see us and the things we do as someone else will.  Why is this so important to us?  I've learnt that if your way fits in to my way, we're alright.  But its my way all the way, just as for you its yours.  So do it your way, or no way at all.

One thing I long for is to see through someone else's eyes, as  an alternate observer.  It would be so empowering, so mind opening.  If I could somehow seep through your skin, see what you see, feel what you are, I'd do it.  I don't want to be someone else, I just want to know what its like to be you.

I read a blog recently, and from it was given wise words - "dont recycle the past".

I want to live and feel and breathe all human experiences possible - and there are limitations to that.

Make a choice to be happy - whatever it takes.

Better off now...

If you really put a small value upon yourself, rest assured that the world will not raise your price.  

~Author Unknown

Everything is amazing...

‎"I want to look at life - at the common places of existence - as if we had just turned a corner and run into it for the first time." 

- Christopher Fry

Photographing Perth's Abandoned Buildings: Part 1

Coogee Power Station


Officially opened in 1951 and at it's peak had over 250 employees.  It was closed in 1985.  Since closing, many have committed suicide from the higher levels, and there have been rumoured murders there according to a historical site I was looking at.


Here are some of my pictures from my first visit:

Montgomery Hall

Built in 1904, Montgomery Hall was a mental institution that operated until 1987 and has since been abandoned.

Here are some pics from one of my visits: Model, Kate Lowe.

Sunset Hospital/ Claremont Old Men's home

a health facility built in 1904 and closed in 1995. Several of the buildings are heritage listed, limiting the money that could be made by selling the prime location land.

Here are some pics I took from outside.  Apparently the property is Heritage listed but also privately owned, with residents living on the premises.

Alan Watts is a lad

Girls, don't sweat the small stuff.

**Our identity is never absolute, it's just a matter of perspective.

Why girls hate each other

We don’t just hate each other because we don’t know each other.

It’s far more pathetic than that.

We hate each other because we attempt to compare the non-comparable

aspects of ourselves with others.

There will always be people you just don’t like for a variety of reasons.  They may not like the same things you do, or do things that upset you or piss you off for whatever reason.  But beyond that, sadly, there are things about us females that make it really hard for us to like each other too.  In a civilized world, we’re exposed to other people; society, people that rank us and judge us and make us rank and judge ourselves in the scheme of it.  If Brittany Speares has a massive ass, where the fuck do we stand?  Do we hate ourselves or do we hate the people that her apparent “massive ass” is being compared to – aka the girls with the tight little perky asses?  You learn that you fit somewhere amongst your peers.  This makes it awfully hard to remain objective when meeting people who you feel you can’t match up to, or even more stupidly, people who have completely different personal characteristics to you.  Why do we get so caught up in competing?  If everyone says someone is hot, why must we feel inadequate in our own minds by comparing ourselves to them? 

I think the most frustrating thing is that sometimes we don’t recognize our own jealousy or the jealousy of others.  We get all down and depressed about the girl that hates us and spend too much time overthinking the reasons why when it’s probably plain and simple – you have non-comparable differences which one of you is clearly trying to rationalize (or more so, be irrational about).  I myself know that people have thought I have hated them because of the way I seem to act sometimes, when it’s really not the case.  And in the same way, I have perceived people to dislike me, based on false ideas and actions that I have misread.  Stupid really.

So although this is a blog post that a 14 or 15 year old girl should be posting, I just want to say this to all the females I know:

Shut up!  Stop bitching about everyone.  Stop comparing yourself to “the other girl”.  We know you naturally hate “the other girl” when she gets the guy you want or does something better than you.  As female friends, we always support these ideas when discussing them with each other in order to make the other person feel better.  I’ve done it, you’ve done it.  MAN UP…. or.. WOMAN UP!  Just be the person that you want to be and the person that you can be.  That should be fulfilling enough.   Why do we care so much about what people think of us?  Shouldn’t we find peace of mind in knowing how we see ourselves?  You are the person you create yourself to be, not just in your own mind but in your actions. 

Eat well

Life is a verb.

Connected.

There is this strange feeling of acceptance and comfort found when one finds another that has experienced what they have; that shares similar thoughts and feelings that have deemed individuals ‘loners’ in their own unexposed minds, prior to a point of foreign connection.  Loneliness and sorrow is really quite a common and profound invitation for a connection to form between two people.  But I ask – what if it had started from something else?  Do we seek others for comfort in our own loneliness, our times of pain or insanity, or can we just stumble across someone in a carefree state and have something as personal with them anyway?

I supposed neither side has encapsulated my opinion entirely.  Being an emotional human being myself, times of extreme ‘feelings’ and ‘emotions’ seem like the ingredient or avenue to start something quite special.  But are we vulnerable because of this?  Are we only vulnerable when we are sad, or is happiness included?  Why does it seem loneliness only sets in when we are sad, not happy?  Is it because sadness and loneliness go hand in hand?

I think sadness is the perfect opportunity for one to confide in another as a human coping mechanism, but sooner or later there needs to be more to it.  I used to think that feeling as different as someone else felt, and finding comfort in their strangeness was all I needed in this world.  Yet I have come to realise that feeling like someone else does isn’t the key to being content.  Being happy is about creating yourself, making your life what you want.  More than one person out there will always be feeling or have felt similarly to you, you just may not realise.  As you grow up, you will realise this more.  There are more factors that contribute to a good connection with someone, although deep and meaningful conversations might bring about acceptance between you.

Just remember, everyone feels alone sometimes; it’s a fact of life.  And such horrible things happen in this world on a day to day basis; many of which push us closer to someone else as we feel we need to cling to something to stay afloat.  I for one was lucky enough to stumble across a great person, when I was in a time of need.  But unlike the mistake I made before, there is more to this love than pure understanding of problems.  There is an understanding and sharing of dreams.  We forget how important our dreams are until we work out what makes us happy, what we want and most importantly, observe the contentment of others who have strived for theirs. 

So thank you to my special person, for understanding that dreams a priority, and that there is more to us than pure acceptance of one another.

Let's go places together.

I think my study and work habits go in a set cycle - I study, I work, I save enough money and then I travel.  If I could cancel out the study part, and do the other bits forever, I think life would be pretty perfect.

“As the traveler who has once been from home is wiser than he who has never left his own doorstep, so a knowledge of one other culture should sharpen our ability to scrutinize more steadily, to appreciate more lovingly, our own.” – Margaret Mead

“Traveling is like flirting with life. It’s like saying, ‘I would stay and love you, but I have to go; this is my station.’” – Lisa St. Aubin de Teran

 “I haven’t been everywhere, but it’s on my list.” – Susan Sontag

“Travel at its truest is thus an ironic experience, and the best travelers… seem to be those able to hold two or three inconsistent ideas in their minds at the same time, or able to regard themselves as at once serious persons and clowns.” – Paul Fussell

Every moment

There are times when you realise that life really is too short, or more so, that you wish you had lived more in the time that you've had.

Every moment affects the whole. 

Sometimes we forget that.