Sunday, August 29, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
mod love and musings
so here i am, stopped at procrastination station travelling in the direction of assignment city. alas there is a fault on the train and i doubt i will make it to my final destination. such a shame.
u know what they say, when in procrastination village, do as the procrastinators do!! so, as a member of the town (quite frequently actually, i should really just move here) i decided to hit the sights.
perhaps some shopping??
alright, you twisted my rubber arm. shopping it is. i have stumbled across one of my favourite stores, modcloth.com. here i am in heaven. I think that when i finally make the permanent move to procrastination village, i will decorate my home in all the lovely vintage and retro styled knick knacks that i could buy from this wonderful place. and i shall dress in only the wonderful things they have, and drink from cute tea cups and read poetry and be in absolute bliss.
There will be lots of wonderful storms and adventures to be had, and it will be a dream come true.
It really is a lovely town with lovely people and anything i could possibly ever want. it will be a wonderful life.
care to join??
Alas, my train has been fixed, so i must depart the most wonderful procrastination village, and continue on my journey to assignment city. sad times.
i know we shall meet again, it won't be long before my next visit. but perhaps while you are in town you would like to check out modcloth.com ?
i am sure you will be just as amazed as i was.
Au revior! til we meet again.
Ruby xoxo
photographs by
1. http://tomatokisses.deviantart.com/
2. http://inessa-emilia.deviantart.com/
3. http://kittysyellowjacket.deviantart.com/
Thursday, August 5, 2010
the busker
AMAYA
Every morning is the same. The same routine. The same breakfast of vegemite on wholemeal toast, the same walk to the train station, the same people on the trains contemplating their monotonous lives, and Amaya was one of them. She used to sit on the trains and watch the people imagining the stories of those around her, the way she did when she entered an op shop and observed those old trinkets that had their own past. Amaya was known for her wicked imagination and was often off in daydreams and used to find comfort in things such as the rain (her name did mean ‘night rain’, after all) and the gaze of a stranger. Now, however, there were only the same people on the train every day and each one of their stories had already been whispered to her imagination.
Amaya’s life had become monotonous and the magic that once sparkled in her eyes had faded and now the days just passed her by, like a star falling from the heavens; without its glow. She was an empty shell of her former free spirited self.
She had seen too much trauma and hurt and pain in this world – the world that she once looked at with wonder and a sense of hope and freedom.
She studies social work and has seen how human behaviours can be distorted into pure malevolence, like a slash to the throat of society, exposing raw flesh and bone, leaving the insides vulnerable to infection and the likely chance of a painful death.
There was little optimism and working within the legal systems made it almost impossible to offer any form of antidote to those who suffered.
The world was ugly and there was no more hope.
TYNAN
He was a musician. He was a poet and the beauty he saw around him was transformed into metaphors and expressed by the soft music spilling from his mouth when he sang, and his guitar when he plucked skilfully at the strings.
Tynan told stories that remind you of fairytales and stories of the simple raw pleasures that life brings to those who are patient enough to enjoy them. He wasn’t wealthy and he only earned money by selling poetry here and there and by sharing his music on the busy streets of Melbourne city, busking for change. He didn’t need more. This was his passion and what he enjoyed the most in the world. He gets to express himself creatively and bring joy (or even a small smile) into all those who pass him, even if only for a fleeting moment. This is where he first saw her.
He watched her walk past him everyday. She had long raven hair, full red lips and these piercing green eyes that resembled the colour of emeralds or the green of a forest after it rains. She always wore quirky thrift store clothes which were slightly mismatched but that fall together nicely on her shapely body. The way she moved was like a dance – leaving an invisible spell trailing behind her, casting a glow around all those in her presence. He could see that she was blatantly unaware of her own unique beauty; beauty like the night rain. That’s what he decided to call her the first time he noticed her – his midnight rainstorm.
He knew then and there that she was the love of his life; the Juliet to his Romeo, the bright glowing stars to his night sky, the oxygen to his lungs, and the blood to his veins. He couldn’t live without her. He imagined what it would be like to be with her, to wrap his arms around her waist, to kiss her, and feel her smooth tender touch against his flesh. To speak poetry with her, and cook with her, have picnics with her, and dance with her.
He could see that she had a magical soul that was wounded and polluted by the world, leaving her lost and confused.
He wanted to give her some part of his soul, so that she could heal and find peace and beauty once more, so he began work on a song, spilling his heart over the sheets of music, working its way into musical notes, melodies and poetic metaphors.
AMAYA AND TYNAN
As every day before this, she pushed her way off the train and headed in the direction of her classes. Numb to everyone around her and her senses muted, she stepped onto the escalators moving up towards the exit.
She reached the top and something seeped into her empty mind and broke her from the familiar trance she was in. Music; music unlike anything she had ever heard before pumped through her veins, giving life to her recently sluggish beating heart. Her pulse quickened and she turned in the direction of the sound.
That was when she saw him.
His curly brown hair fell softly over his sharp Mediterranean features. His eyes were gentle and blue like hidden rock pools at the beach, and deep like the ocean itself. She could see straight into his soul where she sensed a spirit so wild that couldn’t be tamed. Inside there was also a thirst for life and adventure, and she recognised it to be similar to what she once harboured in her soul also.
He was wearing simple clothing, a simple black t-shirt that defined his soft muscular form, simple blue jeans that were ripped at the knees and old black Chuck Taylor high-tops.
He was beautiful to her, like a Grecian God and in an instant she fell in love.
He had provided the elixir for her soul and the music spoke solely to her, as if it had been written for this purpose. She stood there watching him with wide eyes, taking in all the senses that she closed off, rushing inside her like the opening of a floodgate.
He looked up from his guitar, their eyes meeting for the first time. Conversations flowed silently between them as people rushed passed them on their way to work.
They said nothing aloud and yet everything was said. She knew him inside and out and knew that she never wanted to be far from this beautiful individual. That’s when he stood up, wrapped his strong arms around her and kissed her passionately. Suddenly the world was once again beautiful in her eyes, and she could see the poetry in everything around her.
photography by http://hokwong.deviantart.com/
Every morning is the same. The same routine. The same breakfast of vegemite on wholemeal toast, the same walk to the train station, the same people on the trains contemplating their monotonous lives, and Amaya was one of them. She used to sit on the trains and watch the people imagining the stories of those around her, the way she did when she entered an op shop and observed those old trinkets that had their own past. Amaya was known for her wicked imagination and was often off in daydreams and used to find comfort in things such as the rain (her name did mean ‘night rain’, after all) and the gaze of a stranger. Now, however, there were only the same people on the train every day and each one of their stories had already been whispered to her imagination.
Amaya’s life had become monotonous and the magic that once sparkled in her eyes had faded and now the days just passed her by, like a star falling from the heavens; without its glow. She was an empty shell of her former free spirited self.
She had seen too much trauma and hurt and pain in this world – the world that she once looked at with wonder and a sense of hope and freedom.
She studies social work and has seen how human behaviours can be distorted into pure malevolence, like a slash to the throat of society, exposing raw flesh and bone, leaving the insides vulnerable to infection and the likely chance of a painful death.
There was little optimism and working within the legal systems made it almost impossible to offer any form of antidote to those who suffered.
The world was ugly and there was no more hope.
TYNAN
He was a musician. He was a poet and the beauty he saw around him was transformed into metaphors and expressed by the soft music spilling from his mouth when he sang, and his guitar when he plucked skilfully at the strings.
Tynan told stories that remind you of fairytales and stories of the simple raw pleasures that life brings to those who are patient enough to enjoy them. He wasn’t wealthy and he only earned money by selling poetry here and there and by sharing his music on the busy streets of Melbourne city, busking for change. He didn’t need more. This was his passion and what he enjoyed the most in the world. He gets to express himself creatively and bring joy (or even a small smile) into all those who pass him, even if only for a fleeting moment. This is where he first saw her.
He watched her walk past him everyday. She had long raven hair, full red lips and these piercing green eyes that resembled the colour of emeralds or the green of a forest after it rains. She always wore quirky thrift store clothes which were slightly mismatched but that fall together nicely on her shapely body. The way she moved was like a dance – leaving an invisible spell trailing behind her, casting a glow around all those in her presence. He could see that she was blatantly unaware of her own unique beauty; beauty like the night rain. That’s what he decided to call her the first time he noticed her – his midnight rainstorm.
He knew then and there that she was the love of his life; the Juliet to his Romeo, the bright glowing stars to his night sky, the oxygen to his lungs, and the blood to his veins. He couldn’t live without her. He imagined what it would be like to be with her, to wrap his arms around her waist, to kiss her, and feel her smooth tender touch against his flesh. To speak poetry with her, and cook with her, have picnics with her, and dance with her.
He could see that she had a magical soul that was wounded and polluted by the world, leaving her lost and confused.
He wanted to give her some part of his soul, so that she could heal and find peace and beauty once more, so he began work on a song, spilling his heart over the sheets of music, working its way into musical notes, melodies and poetic metaphors.
AMAYA AND TYNAN
As every day before this, she pushed her way off the train and headed in the direction of her classes. Numb to everyone around her and her senses muted, she stepped onto the escalators moving up towards the exit.
She reached the top and something seeped into her empty mind and broke her from the familiar trance she was in. Music; music unlike anything she had ever heard before pumped through her veins, giving life to her recently sluggish beating heart. Her pulse quickened and she turned in the direction of the sound.
That was when she saw him.
His curly brown hair fell softly over his sharp Mediterranean features. His eyes were gentle and blue like hidden rock pools at the beach, and deep like the ocean itself. She could see straight into his soul where she sensed a spirit so wild that couldn’t be tamed. Inside there was also a thirst for life and adventure, and she recognised it to be similar to what she once harboured in her soul also.
He was wearing simple clothing, a simple black t-shirt that defined his soft muscular form, simple blue jeans that were ripped at the knees and old black Chuck Taylor high-tops.
He was beautiful to her, like a Grecian God and in an instant she fell in love.
He had provided the elixir for her soul and the music spoke solely to her, as if it had been written for this purpose. She stood there watching him with wide eyes, taking in all the senses that she closed off, rushing inside her like the opening of a floodgate.
He looked up from his guitar, their eyes meeting for the first time. Conversations flowed silently between them as people rushed passed them on their way to work.
They said nothing aloud and yet everything was said. She knew him inside and out and knew that she never wanted to be far from this beautiful individual. That’s when he stood up, wrapped his strong arms around her and kissed her passionately. Suddenly the world was once again beautiful in her eyes, and she could see the poetry in everything around her.
photography by http://hokwong.deviantart.com/
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
ode to amazing people
you know those days where you realise that you have absolutely amazing people in your life?
I have been having those over the past few days, and each day i realise that there are even more amazing people in my life, and that i am truly blessed and lucky. Even the people who make cameo appearances every now and then can make me smile so big, that i am grateful that they have come into my life, in some form or another.
Firstly ofcourse, my family. now i know everybody always says they love their family. my family drive me bonkers quite often. perhaps that is what has happened to my brain and sanity. i do love my family. my sisters are both so different, and have each overcome giant battles in their only short lives, and for that i can only be amazed. My parents are both passionate about life, and care so deeply in their own ways. i could not have asked for parents anymore (bonkers) fantastic even if i tried.
My friends... There are so many, and i am truly lucky to have them. i think luck is the only way to say it. there is ofcourse my wonderful sally! dearest sally, where would i be without u? we shall be friends for life, and even become old cat ladies together, knitting sweaters with pom poms, and drinking tea in our rocking chairs, out of our massive collection of teacups and teapots covered in ridiculous tea cosies. What a great way to end life ey? :P
My europe girls. emmah, emma and steph. So VASTLY different. but each equally wonderful. they know ofcourse how much they mean to me. the world.
My other highschool friends, have been with me through so much, and all rock my rainbow stripey knee high socks! and now thats alot of rocking!
My work family. i love them one thousand m&ms, and each day it becomes clearer and more apparent how much they do actually mean to me, and how much i desire and am so happy that they are in my life. such sweethearts every single one of them. Kymboss, and the A-team, you are amazing.
My new uni friends. i started uni determined that i wouldn't need any new friends, but it turns out i am so glad to have found them. its wonderful to find such awesome like minded and genuine people.
To all the strangers who make me smile. to the boy at work who always is smiling no matter what, and lights up my day because i love to see someone so happy. your smile is contagious.
To the randoms on the street and trains and stores who bring their bubbly personalities into my life, thankyou for letting me be apart of it, even if only for a fleeting moment.
It's days like these that i think, gee....life is great!
I have been having those over the past few days, and each day i realise that there are even more amazing people in my life, and that i am truly blessed and lucky. Even the people who make cameo appearances every now and then can make me smile so big, that i am grateful that they have come into my life, in some form or another.
Firstly ofcourse, my family. now i know everybody always says they love their family. my family drive me bonkers quite often. perhaps that is what has happened to my brain and sanity. i do love my family. my sisters are both so different, and have each overcome giant battles in their only short lives, and for that i can only be amazed. My parents are both passionate about life, and care so deeply in their own ways. i could not have asked for parents anymore (bonkers) fantastic even if i tried.
My friends... There are so many, and i am truly lucky to have them. i think luck is the only way to say it. there is ofcourse my wonderful sally! dearest sally, where would i be without u? we shall be friends for life, and even become old cat ladies together, knitting sweaters with pom poms, and drinking tea in our rocking chairs, out of our massive collection of teacups and teapots covered in ridiculous tea cosies. What a great way to end life ey? :P
My europe girls. emmah, emma and steph. So VASTLY different. but each equally wonderful. they know ofcourse how much they mean to me. the world.
My other highschool friends, have been with me through so much, and all rock my rainbow stripey knee high socks! and now thats alot of rocking!
My work family. i love them one thousand m&ms, and each day it becomes clearer and more apparent how much they do actually mean to me, and how much i desire and am so happy that they are in my life. such sweethearts every single one of them. Kymboss, and the A-team, you are amazing.
My new uni friends. i started uni determined that i wouldn't need any new friends, but it turns out i am so glad to have found them. its wonderful to find such awesome like minded and genuine people.
To all the strangers who make me smile. to the boy at work who always is smiling no matter what, and lights up my day because i love to see someone so happy. your smile is contagious.
To the randoms on the street and trains and stores who bring their bubbly personalities into my life, thankyou for letting me be apart of it, even if only for a fleeting moment.
It's days like these that i think, gee....life is great!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
uninhibited yearnings
I want to delve into the ancient rituals of the earth and uncover secrets, hear the wind whisper to me as it tells me stories, feel the earth beneath my feet, and feel my roots grow deeper like an old tree. I want to feel my branches reach out to the sky, becoming free of all mortal coils. I want to watch the rain fall onto a river, with each drop sparking my imagination to beleive that every ripple is caused by dancing faeries skimming the surface. i want to feel the heat of fire with somebody. Raw, passionate, uninhibited love, and even lust.
picture one - http://artsaves1228.deviantart.com/art/Perfect-Harmony-52233255
picture two - http://juliadavis.deviantart.com/art/Fireheart-129532485
Sunday, July 18, 2010
the countdown begins
so here i am, back at uni for the semester, and all i keep thinking about is my trip with sally to south america in 3 months time. 3 months!! i can't believe how quickly that is sneaking up on me! i am so not prepared, nor do i have enough money saved, so i am going to have to get off my butt and do some savings. i will also have to do alot of hiking before i go so that i will be fit enough to hike mountains and volcanoes! ahh so much to do and so little time.
but, it will definitely be worth it.
my foot unfortunately is still playing up on me which puts a damper on things, but i will slowly build that up. perhaps a walk around the botanical gardens today after my classes. and i will sit myself under a beautiful tree, eat my lunch, read a book and continue the walk around the gardens. what a wonderful suggestion!!
I am blabbing a lot here, but i have time to kill before my class starts and i thought i would share my early morning insanity with you!!! ohh don't you just feel so special! hehe.
Now, Sally and i will be writing in a different blog while we are away, a collective travel one, so if you feel like following the south american adventures that we are going to share together, then you can always check out www.rubyandsally.blogspot.com and travel with us :)
Hope you will enjoy. i best be off and figure out how to save my money (stop buying books, and stockings and shoes for one)
Much love and hugs and happy drugs
xoxo
but, it will definitely be worth it.
my foot unfortunately is still playing up on me which puts a damper on things, but i will slowly build that up. perhaps a walk around the botanical gardens today after my classes. and i will sit myself under a beautiful tree, eat my lunch, read a book and continue the walk around the gardens. what a wonderful suggestion!!
I am blabbing a lot here, but i have time to kill before my class starts and i thought i would share my early morning insanity with you!!! ohh don't you just feel so special! hehe.
Now, Sally and i will be writing in a different blog while we are away, a collective travel one, so if you feel like following the south american adventures that we are going to share together, then you can always check out www.rubyandsally.blogspot.com and travel with us :)
Hope you will enjoy. i best be off and figure out how to save my money (stop buying books, and stockings and shoes for one)
Much love and hugs and happy drugs
xoxo
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