It’s inevitable. Sooner or later we all must suffer inconsiderate weather. It seems that whenever we want it to rain, it never does and when we don’t want it to rain, lo and behold, it rains. Me personally? I like the rain. I like the overcast days with a light drizzle. To me, it’s a sleep-in, followed by a slow, meaningless day where everybody just keeps on truckin’ (well, at least when I’ve got nothing else to do).
One of the most difficult decisions to be made on days like these revolve around food. It can be hard trying to find something that’ll fill that hole in your stomach and also keep you warm. Living only a 5 minute walk to the fish and chip shop definitely has it’s benefits. A few dollars is all it takes to eradicate any sign of hunger that was there previously. Not to mention there aren’t any dishes to clean up afterwards.
Yep, gotta love hot chips…
For a long time now, men that choose to keep their hair long are seen as effeminate. The stigma associated with this look is having a negative effect on what is seen as the ‘male stereotype’ – a ‘real’ man with big muscles etc. Even the New Testament addresses the issue. Continue reading
I was recently invited to one of my closest friend’s 20th birthday party. It wasn’t so much of a party as it was heading out to the nightclub he promotes to hang out for the night. I wasn’t overly excited at the idea of spending the best of part of my night and early morning in some loud, smelly nightclub that sold overpriced drinks and was jam-packed full of ‘brusses’ and stuck-up ‘princesses’. It was my mate’s birthday celebration though, so I obliged.
Today I had a check-up with my dentist. Staying true to their motto “Emphasis on prevention”, they cleaned, scraped, poked, jabbed and washed their way around my teeth, uncovering a few small build ups of leftover food from my lunch (sorry doc). Continue reading
So I’m a week into my blogging experience and I have to admit, it’s fun. It’s really fun. Fun to the extent that I pretty much check in a couple times each day just to see what’s happened in the past few hours. I love seeing that little notification icon turn orange, letting me know that someone somewhere in the world has seen what I’ve been doing here at Everything In Between.
Layer upon layer of grey paint surrounding one small speck of untouched canvas.
Before me lay a path clouded. I look but cannot see.
I feel tired and exhausted yet awake and alert. I feel the enticing whisper of sleep, defied only by my mind’s subtle reminder of a mystery unsolved.
Frame of Mind
If you could paint your current mood onto a canvas, what would that painting look like? What would it depict? – A Daily Prompt by The Daily Post
Looking back on my schooling years, I wonder if students investigating options regarding their future are qualified enough to do so. I understand and agree that each individual should make his or her own decisions as to what they want to do with their life, but with so much inexperience it’s difficult for one to make an informed decision. Continue reading
The Australian new wave rock group Men At Work released their hit song, ‘Down Under’, in 1980. Topping charts around the world, their song solidified an image into the minds of many the essence of Australia. Attractive women, storms that force you to seek shelter, the endless flow of beer and of course, vegemite sandwiches. The land of plenty offers much to its inhabitants, enticing those from far and wide to experience it for themselves. Continue reading
The first instrument that I learnt to play was the Recorder. A small, hand-held woodwind device which, when used excessively, would irritate anyone close enough to hear it. Though simple and somewhat annoying, the Recorder was and is an effective means of introducing younger children into the world of music. Continue reading
So I’ve just started this thing. A thing like many of my other things which I may get bored of playing with. A thing like many other things which might be left in the past and forgotten about. This thing may not be the best thing out there, but it’s my thing. It’s my thing that I can do with as I please. This thing that I can infuse my emotions, opinions, beliefs, regrets, dreams, and more in to. Continue reading