tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51588781797979256732024-02-22T01:58:42.000+13:00Pride in the Name of ArtA cartoonist constantly rambles about her life.Candimentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450986584344989557noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158878179797925673.post-53037196134705344752011-09-08T15:51:00.002+13:002011-09-08T15:54:52.226+13:00don't know where else to put thisSo I went to the bathroom just now, and as I was washing my hands, I randomly started crying out of nowhere.<br /><br />Obviously it was because I was thinking about her, but I can't figure out the actual <i>reason.</i> I think it's most likely to do with the fact that I proved to be a fricken useless friend on numerous occasions and yet I think I'm kind and logical and sensible and all this crap and yet I can't even talk to my best mate goddamn properly.<br /><br />but I'm all the way over here in NZ. so I don't know.<br /><br />I don't know <i>anything.</i> :/Candimentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450986584344989557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158878179797925673.post-6196923769414826412011-01-12T16:01:00.016+13:002011-01-12T16:57:36.482+13:00Buckaroo HolidayA completely irrelevant title for the content of this blog entry. Hooray! 8D Well, I guess I chose it because it's the name of the song that's currently stuck in my head. Seriously, it's AWESOME. It's by Copland. Go look it up on YouTube and get an earful of good music.<br /><br />Well, 2011 has been pretty good so far. I got $100 for feeding the neighbours' cats for about 11 days. 8U MONEYMONEYMONEY! And I've started growing my own peas and beans in the veggie patch in our garden! At first I was kinda "meehh this hurts my back blahh" about gardening but it's really quite nice once you get used to it. It's cool to go down and water your darling little plants and be happy in knowing that you're growing something that you can eat freshly plucked from the stem/ground/whatever, without having to buy it at a store. C:<br /><br />I know this sounds really dumb coming from someone who has called herself a Pink Floyd fan for over a year, but... late in December, I listened to their famous album <i>The Wall</i>, in full, from beginning to end, for the first time ever. ...Let's just say that I'm an obsessed fan now. ART SHALL BE MADE. If I'm not lazy. OTL;;;<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjleq664zREkQUlKWVha7sNqP66fQ_DvtCkIF_lBhi3nkwBkc8FJrJTmAJSHx56D8DxLTVyMbgxw0zvqpQhVHBCrnJ7vd_SqnnNgj1OvhZerkOpUUTZ2KeW3W3WmHo_tzKnzku14HXt8dPr/s1600/the+wall+references+in+my+folder+ahahahahaaaa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjleq664zREkQUlKWVha7sNqP66fQ_DvtCkIF_lBhi3nkwBkc8FJrJTmAJSHx56D8DxLTVyMbgxw0zvqpQhVHBCrnJ7vd_SqnnNgj1OvhZerkOpUUTZ2KeW3W3WmHo_tzKnzku14HXt8dPr/s400/the+wall+references+in+my+folder+ahahahahaaaa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561141679472657218" /></a><br />(The underlines bits are all references to the songs on the album. Iiiii'm just a bit of a dork. CAN YOU TELL?)<br /><br />I never thought I'd say this, but I have been seriously missing youth orchestra. It's just like school - you're at school and you whine and whinge about how you just want it to be the holidays already, and then when you're in the holidays, you want to go back to school 'cause it's part of your life. At least that's how I see it - you don't know what you've got till it's gone... even if it involves getting up early every Saturday morning, going on a 20-minute drive to Wellington (sometimes with TERRIBLE weather conditions), having nowhere good to put your instrument case, being yelled at by the conductor, feeling guilty because you haven't practiced, and having only biscuits and juice to feed on during break. BUT I LOVE IT ANYWAY. <3 Probably because I've been listening to the namesake of this blog entry - it's such gorgeous music, seriously. Anyway, we've filled out the youth orch application form and next month I will audition.<br /><br />I've been wearing summery shorts, tanktops and jandals for the past few weeks, and it feels great! I hate the cold icy southern winds that we get around here and having to bundle up in layers because of it. In Windy Wellington, the heat is something I am willing to stand, because it's such a treat around here. |3<br /><br />However... I need new shorts (read: shorts that aren't TOO short). And new jeans. And new t-shirts. So yesterday, the whole family plus Zia (my brother's girlfriend who is like the cool big sister I never had) popped out to Wellington so that us girls could do some shopping and Dad could get some errands done. (My brother, Gareth, had to be there anyway because he works in Wellington.) And if you remember a certain blog entry from last year, I did a similar thing with Zia, looking for new clothes to wear - but I didn't buy anything except for a hat. This almost happened now, except I didn't buy anything at all. Perhaps it's because I'm picky about my tastes (I want to find clothes that are practical, comfortable AND look nice!), or maybe it's because I'm constantly inbetween sizes so nothing fits me properly, or maybe it's just that all the clothes in the shops are changing or something...? I don't know. I am not good at shopping nowadays. ;_____; I'm going to have to try again soon.<br /><br />Hmm... I don't think it was very necessary, writing a whole huge paragraph just to conclude with the fact that I am difficult to find good fitting clothes for. So I'm going to make up for it with... DOODLES!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpgwYvt09ecrDZ2LelroKfgbO6sfXvuqa2yz7KJ5X10p8KV7WZdKaU3JYiQG22GfnXVDyrMF4fXfGhxsDzih5Rc4BsKyf51YTsrMmPsubLWes5HQowjC4hnZsVr0GnsiGPjEuZ6j-H5gex/s1600/i+want+what+you+got+small.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpgwYvt09ecrDZ2LelroKfgbO6sfXvuqa2yz7KJ5X10p8KV7WZdKaU3JYiQG22GfnXVDyrMF4fXfGhxsDzih5Rc4BsKyf51YTsrMmPsubLWes5HQowjC4hnZsVr0GnsiGPjEuZ6j-H5gex/s320/i+want+what+you+got+small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561142083133740370" /></a><br />Bullet, you're silly... and in trouble for <i>seemingly</i> looking at her chest. I might make a better version of this picture. |D<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnynt5lrq1R5VPfwyUAGPVjQT8fzi5Fmji1qy1QrB_5dCSVUxiWMn0vmhk7_szTD24e0H0vTeUrYMP-gA1sUV3FdmYHvfU_D7H7sTG1MrWwPAWe4bdHbFCmZanii46eAfmp6kFNRb5XJnY/s1600/LAAAAAAAAAAA.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnynt5lrq1R5VPfwyUAGPVjQT8fzi5Fmji1qy1QrB_5dCSVUxiWMn0vmhk7_szTD24e0H0vTeUrYMP-gA1sUV3FdmYHvfU_D7H7sTG1MrWwPAWe4bdHbFCmZanii46eAfmp6kFNRb5XJnY/s320/LAAAAAAAAAAA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561142307994235538" /></a><br />Tracks singing Christmas carols. ...I want this sweater. And his socks.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB3JrycbCqpEPvAdHvvXWJM6w8qW77wZ91kPIK-XSCzDT1gDtTGZpezH7yvMlLcXFQGDX34kwYDWvWwpLyj0_9EazgsdG4Gnnw9-OMAecJm6fkYH3sL7vJL3sI6WgKhJlBtNzgg6uHK58g/s1600/HATERS+GONNA+HATE.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB3JrycbCqpEPvAdHvvXWJM6w8qW77wZ91kPIK-XSCzDT1gDtTGZpezH7yvMlLcXFQGDX34kwYDWvWwpLyj0_9EazgsdG4Gnnw9-OMAecJm6fkYH3sL7vJL3sI6WgKhJlBtNzgg6uHK58g/s320/HATERS+GONNA+HATE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561142444698074082" /></a><br />HATERS GONNA HATE~ (This is Kaden, a relatively new character.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ5L1RJWiMSf9trMTXWhzriNpewZDwdd9obZAmwha5qYHoxnn4pVkLeFw9UYfjkSKTmNhG0owGiXTBVD-LH7dE0pbaEEfpy5zByGyVzuj3uhbbnaGnV6aanyBtGsBH531UsE54ERH8Lw62/s1600/forker+chasing+bullet.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ5L1RJWiMSf9trMTXWhzriNpewZDwdd9obZAmwha5qYHoxnn4pVkLeFw9UYfjkSKTmNhG0owGiXTBVD-LH7dE0pbaEEfpy5zByGyVzuj3uhbbnaGnV6aanyBtGsBH531UsE54ERH8Lw62/s320/forker+chasing+bullet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561142588531922258" /></a><br />IT'S THE NEW TOM AND JERRY!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfvW29ykqUb7Jt23Ax0xSPgozQuUe8TJcIO0CH5qzRUXdmAWsZM0bW1D9hyphenhyphenZ4pSmEctWrnYD8t-zvRpyt5mcpkR7hHTFRk-_bHWfMDi1imeVx-LP76gvWgXIJD4NhjGTWRXNjDBjSKqBl/s1600/brotherly+love.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjfvW29ykqUb7Jt23Ax0xSPgozQuUe8TJcIO0CH5qzRUXdmAWsZM0bW1D9hyphenhyphenZ4pSmEctWrnYD8t-zvRpyt5mcpkR7hHTFRk-_bHWfMDi1imeVx-LP76gvWgXIJD4NhjGTWRXNjDBjSKqBl/s320/brotherly+love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561142741241135954" /></a><br />Aaawww, brothers. They just love each other so much, don't they? C:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfpq8HGAW3obSw0luttdzMMZMQDltzfkM0ijscvOqet9UEmQ8ohgg_AhfxpJV17wUEKtNgqybGrCzQVfaSSWGab7Wsm7dyVLi74iEuaq998uC92YnHZLZTa8Q2iQspu5h6wYcMdBVtL6Rl/s1600/zach.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfpq8HGAW3obSw0luttdzMMZMQDltzfkM0ijscvOqet9UEmQ8ohgg_AhfxpJV17wUEKtNgqybGrCzQVfaSSWGab7Wsm7dyVLi74iEuaq998uC92YnHZLZTa8Q2iQspu5h6wYcMdBVtL6Rl/s320/zach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561143404037375842" /></a><br />Uhh, Zach in Cars form? I dunno why this one happened. BUT I LIKE IT~<br /><br />That's all for now!Candimentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450986584344989557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158878179797925673.post-55904854441012681962011-01-01T17:22:00.004+13:002011-01-01T17:43:27.352+13:00New year!It's been approximately a whole year since I created this blog. Let us reflect on 2010, shall we?
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<br />- As much as I wanted to in the beginning, I did not really improve very much on my art, at all. B| In fact, sometimes I got a lot worse. This is due to art block and also that I had to focus on the final and most important year of my school life, Year 13. (I often found myself torn between caring about school and caring about art.) However, if there's one thing I got MUCH better at, it's anatomy, which I'm very happy about because it allows me to draw the things I want to draw without being all FHSDFG MUSCLE GOES WHERE?. C': Soooo yes.
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<br />- School... okay, uhh, every year I've always been like I GOTTA DO BETTER AT SCHOOL NEXT YEAR FO SRSLY and it used to work back when I CARED about school, but ever since Year 10 it's been a constant battle between education and freedom. You just can't have both in Year 13. ;_____; So as much as I dislike the NCEA system, I struggled on and gave it my all in the last few months, and I think that I shall pass Level 3. Narrowly, but it counts, right? :'D And the awards I got for writing (I now have my own fancy little trophy!) and music made up for it, too.
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<br />- Also, remember when I was talking about my interest of high school/general cliques and I was wondering about which one I should fit into? Well, I went through a few phases... first I was trying to be "indie" at the beginning of the year (fail), and then I was trying to be a free-spirited nature-loving dreamer (which I still kind of am), and around about the same time I started dressing all in black for some reason - my "emo phase", as Matt likes to call it, except apart from that I wasn't emo in the slightest - and then... let's see, after that I became a sorta cynical, sarcastic band geek... and then finally I ended up just being me. Yep. Just me. And I like just being me. I don't "fit" anywhere, and I'm fine with that. C:
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<br />- I remember 2009 sucking a lot in terms of my social life. Apart from my online buddies, most of my friends in real life tended to be adults because I find adults so much easier to talk to. However, in 2010 I actually found myself socializing with people, and all us Year 13 groups of friends, who barely spoke to each other before, were now mixing and mingling and getting along really nicely! I felt so happy to be accepted and I got better at standing up for what I believe in because everybody was more open-minded about the person next to them. I haven't been this social since 2008, so that was lovely. <3
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<br />- I did a lot of discovering about myself and the world, in mostly positive ways. I posted a lot of these things on my blog but I don't think anybody really reads this thing anymore so yeah. :1; Point is, I had a good time doing that.
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<br />Sooooooooo yeah. 2010 has been mostly pretty good, even if there were a few bumps in the road - but when isn't there? Anyway, it sure as hell beat 2009. B1
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<br />And now, let us journey on into 2011 - the year where I have no school, plenty of time to relax and focus on the things I really want to, such as art and music and orchestra, and to start becoming independent and exploring the big wide world around me, seeing as I'm nearly 18...
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<br />But also, it's the year where I have to get a job. Dang! >.<Candimentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450986584344989557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158878179797925673.post-86794564701784126352010-11-21T19:45:00.003+13:002010-11-21T19:50:46.543+13:00QuestionsIgnore this post, we're just beating ourselves up.<br /><br />(Note: the normal font represents me; the italic font represents Bullet.)<br /><br /><br /><br />I just wanted<br /><i>To help you.</i><br /><br />I thought that<br /><i>I made a difference.</i><br /><br />Because I’m your best friend.<br /><i>And I’m your husband.</i><br /><br />And we can have some fun times.<br /><i>We used to have fun times.</i><br /><br />But why can’t I help you when you’re sad?<br /><i>Why didn’t I spend enough time with you?</i><br /><br />I feel<br /><i>So useless.</i><br /><br />When I come to see you,<br /><i>You don’t feel like smiling</i><br />And when I try to lighten things up,<br /><i>It doesn’t work.</i><br /><br />And the longer I stay,<br /><i>The worse it gets.</i><br />For me and for you.<br /><i>Especially for you.</i><br /><br />Why does this<br /><i>Always happen?</i><br /><br />Why can’t I ever<br /><i>Do anything right?</i><br /><br />Why can’t I ever<br /><i>Get through to you?</i><br /><br />Is there something wrong<br /><i>With the way I love?</i><br /><br />I am not a saviour.<br /><i>I am merely a pill.</i><br />You take me<br /><i>And then</i><br />The pain<br /><i>Comes back.</i><br /><br />You like talking to yourself<br /><i>But you will not talk to me.</i><br /><br />You can amuse yourself<br /><i>But no matter what I do or say</i><br />It will not have<br /><i>Any effect</i><br />On your thoughts<br /><i>Or your feelings.</i><br /><br />I know that you love me<br /><i>And I love you possibly even more</i><br />But sometimes it’s as if<br /><i>You’re better off without.</i><br /><br />I don’t want to be mad<br /><i>And I certainly don’t want to be sad.</i><br /><br />It’s not your fault.<br /><i>It’s all my fault.</i><br /><br />Why is it that<br /><i>Every time we touch</i><br />I always<br /><i>Ruin everything?</i><br /><br />I won’t ever leave you.<br /><i>But please don’t leave me.</i><br /><br /><br /><br />tl;dr: baaaaaawwwwwww we suckCandimentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450986584344989557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158878179797925673.post-46126717658793182362010-10-21T17:25:00.005+13:002010-10-24T13:51:41.554+13:00SO...After a long time of being fairly confused, I think I'm asexual.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigBnaXYUp-9UtYp5MqY4nBCE0_H66p9rtUHYKJUri_X9y43SZyNFeSxglz9tQaSfEHu9wMnYPFJjP6trxDyF90Bjwi5RSvAT8BVgFNDK1xbxNtClrC69eBphZpvouj1HIcZLbVewjmt7We/s1600/NO+SEX+FOR+YOU.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigBnaXYUp-9UtYp5MqY4nBCE0_H66p9rtUHYKJUri_X9y43SZyNFeSxglz9tQaSfEHu9wMnYPFJjP6trxDyF90Bjwi5RSvAT8BVgFNDK1xbxNtClrC69eBphZpvouj1HIcZLbVewjmt7We/s400/NO+SEX+FOR+YOU.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531408891767363698" /></a><br /><br />YAY?Candimentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450986584344989557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158878179797925673.post-7205593970161448362010-08-05T17:21:00.009+13:002010-08-05T17:36:13.106+13:00ROFFLEI bet I only wrote that last blog entry because I was angsty because it was that time of the month. >:B<br />NEGATIVENESS, BE GONE~! ...waaiit is negativeness even a word? fjsdjkgfd WHO CARES.<br /><br /><br />Soooo... doodles? Yes!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsJvG4WGOChkmLGjJw-9mQtPptK0cU912xCxZdL8JTdgh1OvAsCzSX3x4uA80Vx0X2pfvnpSH_nQP6A6V0I6niVordLRBOm6Xj_gVrWBtyMyYjz89IHnT_TDoPzJdBVk5RHDF-WMZGaWZS/s1600/best+mates+WIP.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsJvG4WGOChkmLGjJw-9mQtPptK0cU912xCxZdL8JTdgh1OvAsCzSX3x4uA80Vx0X2pfvnpSH_nQP6A6V0I6niVordLRBOm6Xj_gVrWBtyMyYjz89IHnT_TDoPzJdBVk5RHDF-WMZGaWZS/s320/best+mates+WIP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501779270554934370" /></a><br />A WIP of something nice. YAY BUCKTEEF.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyPY2Ipf_bW0ngpnLXcs2FdmwV8MyVVwKTABcEAQzgXqSCKrALqh0y5fHFzwM_rWbChK-CvICY2X4qXk3TJw6qTABn3lHyxu0t7vSZUq6TNzfGSfBcx8Ezw-BDInC2I79L-KYKXHHQm315/s1600/wrong+plain.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyPY2Ipf_bW0ngpnLXcs2FdmwV8MyVVwKTABcEAQzgXqSCKrALqh0y5fHFzwM_rWbChK-CvICY2X4qXk3TJw6qTABn3lHyxu0t7vSZUq6TNzfGSfBcx8Ezw-BDInC2I79L-KYKXHHQm315/s320/wrong+plain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501779421530228338" /></a><br />I drew this at school... on MS Paint... with a mouse. B| Anyway, the joke is that sometimes we play Nirvana in the art classroom and there was this song that goes, "I'm on a plain, I can't complain"... and I honestly thought that the singer was talking about being on an AIRPLANE. XDDDD;;; and then i looked up the lyrics and i was like OHHH A <i>PLAIN</i>. god I'm a DORK fsdgjkdfjkf<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4vI7B7aD7nRuEB0KADmIFJwTL0rsgboyOnKdY0hfK-k158uDK4Csdta7FiNxehtrOLh71d730pAmBYCAWvWiLmxqnyO0ZdAb71GaXuZN_6HAYs-bCOdwwwfx4PnfdUE7JZSgZqTq6CSif/s1600/ana+teen+lines.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4vI7B7aD7nRuEB0KADmIFJwTL0rsgboyOnKdY0hfK-k158uDK4Csdta7FiNxehtrOLh71d730pAmBYCAWvWiLmxqnyO0ZdAb71GaXuZN_6HAYs-bCOdwwwfx4PnfdUE7JZSgZqTq6CSif/s320/ana+teen+lines.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501779539056008210" /></a><br />Bullet's mommy as a teenager. c:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdPJmYEZKK87N9WL2hPhNsu2Qf2gQ13W7j62FKnxhavdo18brJA3bCtaZqf6-JlGQ3LMOZ890K93rokk9WVCyarQY5KJfYNFJejJSlJAghYI25X5GLUXgGCd9UiPaKf1Z3-_bxqH8iPfI_/s1600/i+dont+believe+it+cropped.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdPJmYEZKK87N9WL2hPhNsu2Qf2gQ13W7j62FKnxhavdo18brJA3bCtaZqf6-JlGQ3LMOZ890K93rokk9WVCyarQY5KJfYNFJejJSlJAghYI25X5GLUXgGCd9UiPaKf1Z3-_bxqH8iPfI_/s320/i+dont+believe+it+cropped.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501779630605371714" /></a><br />Bullet being like WTF NO at Ashton's death. ...In all seriousness though, he was all stiff and robotic for like, a week before it finally hit him. Meep.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKpliC6x48a00rSTpa4P7vut9W-1jNKxYawFRbxRdvWmKnotUWfwoSGKHvYi7BEeoC5yDacTJoyB7ww1s24GBiqTBXCXng2tJzlBQI8lB4EvB7EU1nbR0WZaEG4TnJNp8KS0RKd3hjMgeq/s1600/SCARRED+FOR+LIFE.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKpliC6x48a00rSTpa4P7vut9W-1jNKxYawFRbxRdvWmKnotUWfwoSGKHvYi7BEeoC5yDacTJoyB7ww1s24GBiqTBXCXng2tJzlBQI8lB4EvB7EU1nbR0WZaEG4TnJNp8KS0RKd3hjMgeq/s320/SCARRED+FOR+LIFE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501779733725195042" /></a><br />Um...Candimentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450986584344989557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158878179797925673.post-4914744431612801242010-07-14T10:53:00.003+13:002010-07-14T10:58:48.891+13:00day fiveOMGUGUISEIHADAREALIZATION.<br /><br /><br />I just realized that sometimes, in a situation, my initial feelings can be false or bad. And that when I get them out of the way, I wonder why I felt them at all.<br /><br />I also realized that if I manage to terminate these feelings without directing them at someone else, then it's <i>really, really worth it</i> because there's no harm done!<br /><br />If I follow by these rules, then the world will be a better place for all of us.<br />I'M SO HAPPY AGHSDFJF C8<br /><br /><br />Oh man... in the last few days I've been going through this kind of cycle. If I get a good sleep one night, then I'll get hardly any sleep the night after that, and then a good sleep the night after that, and then a bad sleep the night after that, and... so on and so forth.<br />ALTHOUGH this might just be because it's the holidays and I'm not using up as much energy as I should. Ah well. I've decided to take a walk around the neighbourhood once or twice a week 'cause it'll be good for me. :B<br /><br /><br />I GET REALLY TALKATIVE WHEN I HAVEN'T HAD ENOUGH SLEEP RAAAAAARRR GIMME SUGARCandimentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450986584344989557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158878179797925673.post-39960583614104644572010-07-10T16:45:00.005+13:002010-07-10T17:04:07.850+13:00And love is not a victory march<i>It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujaaaah...~</i><br /><br />I love that song. <3<br /><br /><br />SO UMM. I figured out yesterday that if I grab a blank canvas or piece of paper and just start drawing/colouring aimlessly, then I'm more likely to come up with a piece of art. Seriously. I can sometimes get some pretty good ideas in my head before I start drawing but now, I realize that usually they come WHILE I'm drawing.<br /><br />...Sweet as. 8DDD<br /><br /><br />So um... HAVE A DOODLE.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZdKMQZY-hkFT5lQ3_ijfhOfdhdI6P570u5s4JQUW0pd2jWqLRaMFbxCoeJh6djxVsVz0aMBiU3yWWwBErLbKswv9gSLUWvWAevc7TRplfdSyvAjiSX7JCbD5DZEDcxhJf-k5CbG_Ivnwg/s1600/louie-talking-to-nobody-2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZdKMQZY-hkFT5lQ3_ijfhOfdhdI6P570u5s4JQUW0pd2jWqLRaMFbxCoeJh6djxVsVz0aMBiU3yWWwBErLbKswv9gSLUWvWAevc7TRplfdSyvAjiSX7JCbD5DZEDcxhJf-k5CbG_Ivnwg/s400/louie-talking-to-nobody-2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492123450103401250" /></a><br />It's Louie and I have no idea who he's talking to or what he's pointing at. Partially because I'm scared to add anything that will destroy the picture. Oh well. Suggestions?<br />I also have no idea why he looks so goddamn happy. Louie's usually kinda quiet and subdued. HMMMM.<br /><br /><br />I think I had a dream about hippies.<br />o_o<br /><br /><br />-runs away to do other stuff-Candimentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450986584344989557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158878179797925673.post-39832758280436412902010-07-08T02:08:00.003+13:002010-07-08T02:25:42.085+13:00WHYYYYYYYYYY<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSqjzikACvjFXw9EV8Jij2NKfVzqobl89VSMHEEhQPiJUnd3aOnuTzOBaMP1ijFtCXKpB0RvFiT8Q746DwlMmZdJH-ygzmDV5AUimjvAQI4yR3FBlqaEyK4haPeOccbo4WaZxKAN7ltZeq/s1600/WHYYYYYYY+coloured.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSqjzikACvjFXw9EV8Jij2NKfVzqobl89VSMHEEhQPiJUnd3aOnuTzOBaMP1ijFtCXKpB0RvFiT8Q746DwlMmZdJH-ygzmDV5AUimjvAQI4yR3FBlqaEyK4haPeOccbo4WaZxKAN7ltZeq/s320/WHYYYYYYY+coloured.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491154476173034978" /></a><br />Being embarrassed about loving your characters a little too much FTW.<br /><br /><br />Seriously though. Of all my 70-something characters, why is it always BULLET who gets all the attention? He's a completely normal human with no special abilities or powers. He has a house, he has a job, he drives a car. He likes sex and getting drunk. He's an idiot. THERE'S NOTHING REALLY SERIOUSLY SPECIAL ABOUT HIM.<br /><br />So why is it that when I decide to draw, the first thing I think of, and cannot resist the urge to draw, is this BEARDED MORON?!! ("I'm not a moron. >:C And it's a goatee.")<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />...oh well. it's better than drawing nothing. 8D<br /><br /><br /><font size="1">i even COLOURED him carefully too. FSDGJFDJKSFJDFGF</font>Candimentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450986584344989557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158878179797925673.post-45862903290466971632010-06-29T16:49:00.005+13:002010-06-29T17:07:56.455+13:00I have two wheat crackers.I always eat these crackers in pairs. Two at a time.<br /><br />...And I can never decide which one looks nicer so that I can eat the less-nice one first.<br /><br />I AM NEW ZEALAND'S BIGGEST DORK, I SWEAR.<br /><br /><br />But before the crackers, I had to quickly get a glass of water because I just ate the biggest Ginger Nut EVER and it was nice but the spice was burning my tongue (figuratively).<br />And WTF we've got two packets of Uncle Ben's Chinese Style Rice in the pantry. WE NEVER BUY FOOD THAT YA JUST CHUCK IN THE MICROWAVE. Unless it's something like Easy Mac that's for me and my brother to eat when our parents are out. Which is hardly ever. SO YEAH. :|<br /><br /><br />Another weird thing is that last night (well... this morning, rather), I had a dream that accurately reflected everything that's currently been going on in my life, or things that have recently happened, with a touch of randomness. This is really interesting to me because usually my dreams are SO RANDOM THAT THEY BEAT <i>ALL</i> OF BULLET'S TRIPPY DRUG-INFLUENCED HALLUCINATIONS. The dream went like this:<br /><br />I was in the hospital again, but I don't think I was the one who was sick or injured this time. As I was walking through the hospital, I saw a small crowd gathered around a man with a violin, and I smiled in appreciation.<br />I left the hospital and I was driving with my brother in the car. We were in Porirua and as we were going past the local polytech, one of my car's rear tyres suddenly burst - and she lost the entire wheel along with it. My brother told me to turn onto another road (which also actually exists) and drive to the nearest petrol station. I don't know how in the HELL we were driving with a missing wheel, but we arrived at a dead end on a dusty trail, where there was a massive sunny field of tall grass.<br />The dream then cut to me driving (with a new wheel) into the street where my violin teacher lives, which I actually do once a week for lessons, and I was trying so hard to pull over as close to the kerb as I could without actually scraping the wheels because that really frustrates me in real life. I then received a text from a friend saying something like "fine, I'm sorry". I was confused until I discovered a text, from the same friend, that I had received before and not noticed. From what I can remember it roughly said: "So you've been out having fun for 5 hours? F**k you, I hate you."<br />And then I woke up.<br /><br />tl;dr: I actually had a dream that made some kind of SENSE. ...Mostly. Nothing is ever completely realistic with me.<br /><br /><br />I have to perform a violin solo in front of my music class tomorrow. AAAAAAAA I'M GON' DIIIEEEEfsdjfjgff<br /><br /><br />Also, I wish I had a scanner of my own so that I didn't have to go to the trouble of using the scanner on my dad's computer and then getting the images from his computer to my own. That's one thing I want when I move out: a scanner. Then I could scan as many doodles as I like, whenever I like, and put them on this blog and it would be way more interesting to read.Candimentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450986584344989557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158878179797925673.post-57671139188917324152010-06-25T12:59:00.002+13:002010-06-25T13:07:38.761+13:00Good ThoughtsI wrote this at school yesterday. It's just a bunch of recently-attained thoughts. Aaah, my mind is a train that never stops. Cx<br /><br /><br /><br />I do not know how to put myself into words. Forever I will be shy, but I do not conform. Forever I will be quiet, but I make loud statements. Forever I will be sarcastic and somewhat witty along with it, but I will always strive for kindness. Forever I will be a sharp observer, but also an airheaded dreamer. Forever I will be intelligent, but also blissfully dumb. Forever I will dress in black but decorate things with rainbows. Forever I will enjoy technology but also embrace nature & tradition. Forever I may drive cars, but also hug trees.<br /><br />Perhaps I'm a hypocrite. Or perhaps I'm trying to be too many things at once. Perhaps I just can't get enough of life. After all, life has so much to offer.<br /><br />But hey, I'm only seventeen. This is only scratching the surface. I will always be that shy, quiet artist, but I seem to make alterations to myself all the time. I'm a slightly new person every year, even every few months. Last year I hated the guitar; now I can't resist picking one up to strum it. Last week I had no objections to eating beef; now I am starting to seriously consider what's on my dinner plate. As with most people my age, this is only the beginning of discovering my true self. I am like the weather - ever changing, never stopping in one place.<br /><br />And, boy, do I love it. :)<br /><br /><br />♥ ♥ ♥Candimentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450986584344989557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158878179797925673.post-20515310550239183012010-05-13T22:02:00.007+13:002010-05-13T22:14:59.137+13:00dfjdsjkjkfThe Wellington Youth Orchestra, Sinfonietta and Schola Sinfonica are playing at a concert this Sunday. I'm in it. OH MY GOD I'VE BEEN PRACTICING ALL WEEK LIKE CRAZY!!<br /><br />We're going to be playing Handel's <i>Music For the Royal Fireworks</i> and "Rodeo" by A. Copland. And then I think the WYO is playing something else as well. Anyway, it's gon' be EPIC.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxWJdTZ0LWyQzx4PEAXHDlUU5xI5qxOr1elwRyffjd-gO3RHQQWKUo8fopC70zx1xwA4fuV9HEsCwqbYmt3Rv0spTAUffA8y5F7yArSZvHAOWf0P_fOwc97tx45NF1FNpzvqGczHkMnDOY/s1600/so+much+win.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxWJdTZ0LWyQzx4PEAXHDlUU5xI5qxOr1elwRyffjd-gO3RHQQWKUo8fopC70zx1xwA4fuV9HEsCwqbYmt3Rv0spTAUffA8y5F7yArSZvHAOWf0P_fOwc97tx45NF1FNpzvqGczHkMnDOY/s320/so+much+win.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470678907554882354" /></a><br /><br />Doodles? Why yes I do have them, thank you for asking.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg55QuPpMWL0EPYpCyVM_KKPE3AnXb8UTnOYUtmZZci07kCeCWsTSv3tUwY43ViVbOQNADRZ_981qTBKXRit_m7mI-eaS8_qTWQwYQeOLbr7vu3q0ENL-RAo7hurHXUdGj9z8bQTMhbAKpq/s1600/new+NM+chars+sketch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg55QuPpMWL0EPYpCyVM_KKPE3AnXb8UTnOYUtmZZci07kCeCWsTSv3tUwY43ViVbOQNADRZ_981qTBKXRit_m7mI-eaS8_qTWQwYQeOLbr7vu3q0ENL-RAo7hurHXUdGj9z8bQTMhbAKpq/s320/new+NM+chars+sketch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470679301342339826" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNzfxrYLHTbIiWJUvq9gzJwPZLxkWLPLoYbLym6p8CeZ8ftaaTK8tSiFiwJ-bMZ_xdrKPxRJ-uB52UVpR_FamKy8nFTJ82KULe5fiH07zrcLKXjjwgdWlJZZMFE1hVHngsjSvR9QrtDUlo/s1600/special+delivery.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNzfxrYLHTbIiWJUvq9gzJwPZLxkWLPLoYbLym6p8CeZ8ftaaTK8tSiFiwJ-bMZ_xdrKPxRJ-uB52UVpR_FamKy8nFTJ82KULe5fiH07zrcLKXjjwgdWlJZZMFE1hVHngsjSvR9QrtDUlo/s320/special+delivery.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470679441556595026" /></a><br /><i>(The joke: Bullet [the dark-haired dude] has a griffin for his demon Animal. Birdy birdy bird. :D)</i><br /><br />And I've got some other stuff too but I can't be bothered trying to find them, so I leave you with this.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLIAAhiMl81q8sgy5Obk03_BnTRufDh0nrC8Teffa9ln5FF_U_yjPmt58VxT-Say7YfeFS4hgkfeem1LHXYbZVe11fpqREOQOLI2l42JV8sK-21OLsTzIs-Vk637amn-Ymx-djtQMBeECT/s1600/bullet+is+the+funniest+drunk+ever.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLIAAhiMl81q8sgy5Obk03_BnTRufDh0nrC8Teffa9ln5FF_U_yjPmt58VxT-Say7YfeFS4hgkfeem1LHXYbZVe11fpqREOQOLI2l42JV8sK-21OLsTzIs-Vk637amn-Ymx-djtQMBeECT/s320/bullet+is+the+funniest+drunk+ever.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470680368686202034" /></a>Candimentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450986584344989557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158878179797925673.post-21121323622625761882010-04-19T21:47:00.013+13:002010-04-19T22:34:43.919+13:00Newly-found ConsciousnessThere are quite a few synonyms that I could use to describe how I've been feeling this fine autumn evening. And they are: <i><b>fulfilled, determined, adventurous, productive, appreciative, thoughtful,</b></i> and <i><b>understanding.</b></i><br /><br />Why? Well, there are three reasons. First of all...<br /><br />I was dreading having to go back to school today... I really was. The day before I had had one of those little "freak-outs" in which I realize that I had schoolwork to do but I left it so late that I have very little or no time left to do it at all, and then I reflect on my lazy, slacking, procrastinating self and, upon remembering how I said that I wanted to do <i>well</i> at school this year, I burst into tears, thinking that I'm going to fail miserably and never get anywhere in life.<br />So this morning, I stumbled lethargically out of my warm comfortable bed and into the harsh cold air of the morning, dreaming up negative consequences in my imagination like I usually do (and is one of the reasons I suffered so much in the first week of the holidays, but that's a different story that I would like to forget). The consequences involved facing a heavily disappointed and frustrated Photography teacher after telling her that I didn't do my homework; continuing to be behind and take no interest whatsoever in my only outlet for the future, a.k.a. Art class; and turning up to English having not read the novel I was supposed to, which is <i>The Great Gatsby.</i> All this, and the fact that I'm horrible at interacting with people in real life which makes me feel quite alienated, and just knowing that I wasn't lounging around at home in my pyjamas stuffing my face and wasting our Internet traffic on watching only mildly amusing YouTube videos.<br />HOWEVER.<br />I actually had conversations with inviting classmates.<br />Turns out that I don't actually need to crawl my way through the painfully boring introduction of <i>The Great Gatsby</i> and I can just skip to the actual story.<br />Whoah man, <i><b>I actually did my work in Art!</b></i> (But slacked off a little as well, since I can't go a school day without doodling at least one silly cartoon on my paper...)<br />And my Photography teacher did not end up interrogating us about our homework.<br />I went home at the end of the day and this evening, I read the whole first chapter of The Great Gatsby and started selecting images to analyse for Photography. Being so motivated and eager to do my work is quite a rare occasion for me. I want to teach myself to be motivated all the time, like I once was before that sudden, spontaneous change of heart I experienced at 14 years old.<br /><br />The second reason for my unusually enlightened mood is the mere fact that at dinner, I had a fairly in-depth discussion with my parents about the status of buying houses in society today. Normally I'm too detached with the busy mainstream rush of the world to have an opinion on anything outside of my comfort zone of knowledge (for example, I've never known much about the most popular music ever written, yet I have an extensive knowledge of the nu-metal band System of a Down, a bunch of wacky musicians that nobody ever talks about anymore). However, this time I had a definite opinion on a common thing. I had questioned why it is that mortgage on houses even exists, because frankly I find the whole concept kind of strange and silly - I mean, why do we have to pay off for things for most of our lives when we can just buy it all in the first place? We wouldn't have to if houses weren't so expensive. But why are they so expensive? Imagine if houses were the same price as cars - a box that you own for life. And nowadays, it's not so much how much the empty box itself is worth, it's where you put it that counts. You put the box in a rich suburb, it's worth a lot. You put it in a poor ghetto, it's worth a lot less. My point is: no matter where you put this box... it's just a box that will always be worth the same thing, and that seems to be a lost concept in society today.<br />tl;dr: I think that the world has become an unnecessarily complicated place. Nuuuh, ya think, <i>Alice?!</i> Hahaha... all the same, if I were goddess of the world, I would make life a lot simpler and make people cut out the crap.<br /><br />And the third and final reason for my mood is that me and my dad had one of our "art talks" after dinner. I'm very much like my father, and I love it when we discuss art because it's a really great way for us to connect. It's like he empowers me to appreciate art more.<br />Furthermore... I have decided that I really want to start exploring the areas of art that I haven't even touched. I like drawing crazy stuff from my imagination (lollipop-loving, Mustang-driving, vodka-swigging arachnophobics, anyone?), and my characters are like my children that make me happy, but I can't stick to one thing forever. I need to get out there and actually try stuff. There are endless possibilities in art, and seeing simplistic yet beautiful images just inspires me to do that. To me, nature is wonderful, man-made things are brilliant, and together they are fantastic. The smallest things are the most beautiful. A few strokes and blotches of colour can create something out of nothing. Less is more. Art is one of the greatest things that ever happened to Man.<br /><br />I have accomplished so much today... and it's because I actually got up off my arse and did things. I worked, I thought, I communicated, I fell in love. I truly <i>lived.</i> And now I know why I've felt so empty and mechanical for such a long while. It's because I, as a human being, need to live. And it all begins with inspiration and motivation.<br /><br />I shall now quote Gandalf the Grey from Lord of the Rings. This is a message for you all, so listen (well... read) carefully.<br /><br /><b><i>"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us."</i></b><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN9AKnkxF2HuesRd6XmayvztzGoRfyMUohZPQgJwEwq1DNyMlE4ALDU7ZAk2_4BkUGT_IfIqw_5QJcv4zfEEnaKDJ2fTw71SRl3TTvMp0Iqb27ehSt193sa27iJ8MnjmAjs0w2WwxjRzSL/s1600/gandalf.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN9AKnkxF2HuesRd6XmayvztzGoRfyMUohZPQgJwEwq1DNyMlE4ALDU7ZAk2_4BkUGT_IfIqw_5QJcv4zfEEnaKDJ2fTw71SRl3TTvMp0Iqb27ehSt193sa27iJ8MnjmAjs0w2WwxjRzSL/s320/gandalf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461778192014201378" /></a><br /><br />Hahahaha... I love that picture.<br /><br />Joking aside... make the most of your life, reader. There is so much you could do to change and improve the world, or even just to be at peace with yourself.<br /><br />I'm sorry for this massive text wall... but there are just times when I want to share my thoughts with the world. Who knows, maybe they will inspire somebody. Is it you? I hope so! Good night, Internet. :DCandimentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450986584344989557noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158878179797925673.post-8432532059648837072010-04-10T23:17:00.002+13:002010-04-10T23:19:39.220+13:00HEY HEY HEYGuess what?<br /><br />I'M PLAYING THE PIANO ON YOUTUBE.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yIfDCzx1g9I&hl=en_GB&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yIfDCzx1g9I&hl=en_GB&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />I actually figured out that song (and several others by SOAD) on the piano a couple of years ago but I was just too lazy to make recordings. It's fun figuring out stuff by ear, though I'm not a professional or anything so yeah. 8'D;;;<br /><br />Next week: ATWA!Candimentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450986584344989557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158878179797925673.post-40941828085533470672010-04-04T13:11:00.001+13:002010-04-04T13:11:37.950+13:00Alice...GET OFF THE COMPUTER.Candimentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450986584344989557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158878179797925673.post-3150613728450806982010-04-02T19:02:00.002+13:002010-04-02T19:06:43.040+13:00Whoa.You know what, Bradley? You just totally fricken' predicted my own future for me.<br /><br />Seriously. You hurt people, got lonely, got hurt, went through a "darkest hour"... and then started rebuilding yourself and repairing the damage. That is exactly what is going through with me right now.<br /><br />Dang... it's awesome when I have creepy parallels to my own characters. 8)<br /><br /><br />Starting from tomorrow, everything from last year to now will no longer exist. We will be carefree friends once more, you and I. No, I'm not talking about Brad. Though we're also friends. Even if we're not carefree. Derp.<br /><br />MEMORY SWIPE~!Candimentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450986584344989557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158878179797925673.post-64136522488476180442010-03-28T10:52:00.002+13:002010-03-28T10:57:08.722+13:00Iam bored.<br /><br />GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMgZpYUsyZN1YMmKBAmHx1Ok_4dZpZU5zRlgPepdSG1P9B8L9vT_WQHYKn8AB1DQDq6lNVo0xWKG76MxOdGCSE3w1sld20zBs2WbOMvIlY4NSSr6DtFF0v8No6dyDxUqKrfI1fhvN8eDn/s1600/explosion.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMgZpYUsyZN1YMmKBAmHx1Ok_4dZpZU5zRlgPepdSG1P9B8L9vT_WQHYKn8AB1DQDq6lNVo0xWKG76MxOdGCSE3w1sld20zBs2WbOMvIlY4NSSr6DtFF0v8No6dyDxUqKrfI1fhvN8eDn/s320/explosion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453436007576274482" /></a>Candimentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450986584344989557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158878179797925673.post-56288891939769792632010-02-28T10:46:00.001+13:002010-02-28T10:48:48.968+13:00HOLY CRAPApparently a tsunami is going to hit our coast in about four minutes.<br /><br />AAAAAAHHH oh wait, we live high up on a hill! Never mind.<br /><br />The guy on the news said that it's not so much the height of the wave that matters, it's the force of the wave and all the water that's behind it. And there's no way that wave is going to reach our house. We live in a safe zone... I hope!<br /><br />Jeez... first huge scrubfires, and now this! Whatever next?! D:Candimentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450986584344989557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158878179797925673.post-34678136573553659662010-02-21T18:50:00.003+13:002010-02-21T19:12:35.753+13:00Fire!My pyromaniac character Sammie would be having a field day right now.<br /><br />There is a massive scrub fire on the hills near our house! When you go outside to look, you can see HUGE clouds of smoke rolling across the sky. From our front yard, it looks like the fire is just a couple of houses away, but it's actually quite far away - around the place where me and my dad used to go bike-riding, actually. The wind is blowing the smoke our way and as I type this, the air outside is hazy.<br /><br />We walked up our street to Crown Hill, which is the top of the main hill we live on, and there were heaps of people flocking in from everywhere to look at the smoke, adults and children alike. (When we went back to our house, I spotted some kids standing on top of the water tower in our street!) A couple of fire engines arrived too, and shortly after we arrived the police evacuated Crown Hill, so everyone left and went up the next street so they could keep looking, hur.<br /><br />I've never seen anything like it before... so much dark, thick smoke in the sky, all with a sort of golden tint and some parts were even quite orangey. (Excuse my fail description) When we had gone up the road to look, you couldn't even see anything in the valley below, there was just a massive area of grey nothingness. It was all quite spooky... I felt like I was in an apocalyptic movie or something, where the crowds of people were staring up at the sky and awaiting their impending doom.<br /><br />Well, I must say that is the first time there has EVER been any drama in our street! At least it wasn't a murder or anything like that, haha. I hope they manage to put out the blaze eventually and that no-one will get hurt.<br /><br />Anyway... I better go and finish my homework now... X'D;; I <span style="font-style:italic;">might</span> have pictures of the smoke and stuff later...Candimentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450986584344989557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158878179797925673.post-74300452419321904032010-02-20T13:42:00.004+13:002011-01-01T18:38:25.599+13:00AAAHHH<em><strong>Warning: Musical and note-ridden rant. The violin is played many times here. Read at your own cost.</strong></em><br /><br /><br />okay so<br />I didn't get into the Schola Sinfonica.<br />I got into the Youth Sinfonietta. Which is made up of teenagers like myself.<br />And you have to be Grade 6 or higher to be in it.<br /><br />...<br />WHAT<br />HAS HAPPENED<br />AAAAAAAAHHHHHH<br />i dunno whether to be happy or freaked out<br />BECAUSE YOU SEE<br />I'm only in Grade 3.<br />:|<br /><br />It was like going to a new school. Everybody else seemed to know one another and I was just standing there and I didn't know anyboodyyyy<br />But I was seated next to a girl called Jessica who was also new to this orchestra, but she seemed much more relaxed and social than me, and in no time we made friends! 8D<br /><br />Now, erm... the music. Iiiiis kinda hard. Yes. And we didn't even play the hardest piece that we're meant to be doing. No, today we played Handel's Music for the Royal Fireworks. Back at Golden Strings (the training orchestra) we did play one of the pieces from that suite, so I'm glad I recognize at least THAT. XDD Anyways, when we got started my bow was barely moving at all and I was like "WHAATTT I CANNOT DO THIS AAGHH" and everyone around me was SIGHTREADING. ;____; But eventually I got the hang of it and now I know the first three lines. Derp.<br /><br />Also... it's worth noting that I'm in the 2nd violins section. AHAHA. <'3 So the stuff I have to play isn't too difficult for me to handle. C:<br /><br />SO ANYWAY. There's this guy in the front row of the 2nd violins, right? And every so often he'd turn around in his seat and tell us what to do, and at the morning tea break he said to us, "I need you guys to copy my bowing so that the people in the rows behind you will get it right as well, so if you mess up your bowing, then we're SCREWED~ >:U"<br />And I was just sitting there thinking... "dude, I'm still trying to learn the NOTES." Yes, I know that in orchestras, everyone is supposed to have the same bowing - but I wasn't used to being told what to do by someone who, as far as I can tell, wasn't an official leader or anything... and at this point I felt quite overwhelmed and distressed.<br /><br />BUT DESPITE THESE CONS<br />I FEEL QUITE OPTIMISTIC<br />And I encountered the things that my violin teacher had warned me about, and I'm bound to encounter even more. And eventually I will just get used to the whole thing and I'm sure that this is where I want to be. C: I will come back next week with way more confidence!<br /><br /><br />IN OTHER NEWS<br />we had school photos the other day<br />...I do not look forward to seeing themCandimentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450986584344989557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158878179797925673.post-30535681247318357102010-02-14T21:07:00.003+13:002010-02-14T21:23:32.056+13:00This is the end...<i>...beautiful friend...<br />This is the end... my only friend, the end...</i><br /><br />I feel kind of sad right now.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfVWEohNyreRjq6x0U-oRp9FZ3RdSGj1DSC8eht1YcOIpWusGEMQIJMjnFdW4LKy5lWJDsLu6nnRTuxSQwYQDEKfGq9rAtFi9tyho9kHEwEQKE0F60IFvCvEcAcMZ9LSSA_5sfU8eSbXHM/s1600-h/s_sad_face1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfVWEohNyreRjq6x0U-oRp9FZ3RdSGj1DSC8eht1YcOIpWusGEMQIJMjnFdW4LKy5lWJDsLu6nnRTuxSQwYQDEKfGq9rAtFi9tyho9kHEwEQKE0F60IFvCvEcAcMZ9LSSA_5sfU8eSbXHM/s320/s_sad_face1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438011846395750418" /></a><br />I've been feeling like this on and off for the past week or so. I'll be fine for most of the day, but I won't go a day at school without feeling lonely and antisocial at least once. Then anytime from four o'clock onwards, I'll end up feeling tired and down and this usually results me in curling up on my bed and doing nothing. Which either makes me feel better, or doesn't.<br /><br />Either it's just my body clock trying to settle back into a normal routine, or it's that time of the month. Or both. I don't know. Part of it is the old loneliness, too. Over the years, all my best friends have disappeared from my school, one by one. Tis depressing.<br /><br />Anyway, it's not good because it's discouraging me from doing my homework. Since 2008 I've had a habit of not doing homework because I make up an excuse like "naahh I'm not feeling so great right now" when hey, it could be a lot worse. Well... at least I shot most of my film for Photography today. Thank God still life is considered a genre, it's so easy and the simplest things produce the nicest pictures.<br /><br />Oh well... at least I'm still spending hours on my beloved violin. And sometimes I'm doodling the odd cartoon or two. I may lack skill in drawing people, but I still find pleasure in drawing characters and expressions nonetheless.<br /><br />Jeez, why have my blog entries been so depressing lately? Oh, wait... I guess this entry answers that question.<br /><br />I could really go for something made of meat wrapped in pastry right now...Candimentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450986584344989557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158878179797925673.post-74082465860602592412010-02-13T14:50:00.003+13:002010-02-13T14:57:08.722+13:00Wow.After reading entries from two blogs I follow, I feel so normal.<br /><br />I'm not saying that anything is a bad thing, or even a good thing... I'm just... saying. Maaaan. I don't think I'll ever be able to fully understand these things. <span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">The only thing that worries me is if these people will forever fully lose sight of themselves.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />BUT ANYWAY.<br /><br />Today was the day of the audition. We spent ages driving to the university and finding the right building, and then I was sent to a practice room to warm up, and then they called me in and within five minutes, I played my piece and did sight-reading. And then I went out again and we went home.<br /><br />Dang... we drove all the way there and back just for five minutes of violin playing that I barely remember now. I suppose that's a good thing. You know how you make a mistake and then keep dwelling on it later? Well, I don't think I made any mistakes and overall I was very satisifed with my performance.<br /><br />So, in short, the orchestra audition went rather well. I'll be hearing from them in about a week. :DCandimentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450986584344989557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158878179797925673.post-36767099807382991342010-02-11T22:01:00.005+13:002010-02-11T22:21:33.512+13:00My weekI'm going to keep this blog post fairly straight-forward, because I'm friggin' tired and I have a headache and I keep having to correct my words several times by backspacing.<br /><br />Year 13 is lovely because you don't have to wear uniform and you're allowed to leave school at lunchtime and study periods and the juniors won't touch you.<br /><br />In Classics, our teacher has been telling us some wacky stories that either we haven't heard before or we did last year but we just forgot them. Greek mythology is so dirty, gotta love it. And we get to do myth posters again, sweet.<br /><br />Photography's OK. Our teacher is getting married next week. <3 And the other day, I had a quite deep discussion about money with a couple of my mates. Nice to know I'm not the only teenager who thinks about things to such a mature level of depth.<br /><br />Music is fun because we're learning how to conduct and it gives you a good excuse to wave your arms about like a... like something that waves its arms around a lot.<br /><br />Art is boring this year. Bleh.<br /><br />In English we have just begun to study the film Donnie Darko. I like it and I think it's a very good film. However, it scared me a bit and the overall theme of time is quite daunting. I nearly bawled in class at the end.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSOBt2h3Vnkey0GLQTBlouKL687mSrk9aMWb716f9xjQ0NWt-O84suyE-Wz-F8ungEF_DW-NQMv2uYV8g4P21Rf0P79mcza7d2_xI_M9B4Dg4zb_sbVywJ71YPKuZu3cTlHJJTQws3QX3D/s1600-h/donniedarko_wideweb__470x2990.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSOBt2h3Vnkey0GLQTBlouKL687mSrk9aMWb716f9xjQ0NWt-O84suyE-Wz-F8ungEF_DW-NQMv2uYV8g4P21Rf0P79mcza7d2_xI_M9B4Dg4zb_sbVywJ71YPKuZu3cTlHJJTQws3QX3D/s320/donniedarko_wideweb__470x2990.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436913522539658754" /></a><br /><br />And I dunno about you, but that rabbit creeps me out no end.<br /><br />My car got fixed the other day. She had a dodgy battery and her thermostat was broken. So now she starts up nicely and she just feels easier to drive now.<br />...<br />THAT'S WHAT S/HE SAID *budum-tish*<br /><br />And now for the best news of all: I might get into a junior orchestra! It's called the Schola Sinfonica. It's associated with the Wellington Youth Orchestra and it's made up of kids from primary to secondary schools. Since last year I have attended the training orchestra Golden Strings - I like it and it's fun and relaxing, but most of the kids are much younger than me and now that the two other teen kids have disappeared, I'm a bit out of place. Besides, I like being in a controlled, structured environment at heart, and I actually want to be somewhere where I know exactly what I'm doing and it's a bit more "professional". Yep. :D<br /><br />Soooo, I am scheduled for an AUDITION on Saturday afternoon. OH BOY. I've been excited all week. I sure hope I get in.<br /><br />If you read all of this, then you get a reward... of drawings I did at school! (Oh my, is she still drawing cartoons?!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGxfpZX1xZapLZrlkYp3QslD5SyqE5Tby-P04CPfyvUMaSRTlD3loCgv84DjcqD07N-LH-iJ1A70TR-hDHaQWnumvnO66eKWKVBKrVOJvZsTnYqn0RBs4TXkbCQ_DEka86b7ezMN_DSAke/s1600-h/tracks+r+smilin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGxfpZX1xZapLZrlkYp3QslD5SyqE5Tby-P04CPfyvUMaSRTlD3loCgv84DjcqD07N-LH-iJ1A70TR-hDHaQWnumvnO66eKWKVBKrVOJvZsTnYqn0RBs4TXkbCQ_DEka86b7ezMN_DSAke/s320/tracks+r+smilin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436912700668738882" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXpiT53U7lujzRYvP1Ie59fMBuVMUqLudMc0vb5Phzg7dBbrnkTtGoakg3NDq7ZtzGExkPtftTIKlxUT7UZCHrs4jAX_G4fa6aU6PIpRn0JDBFlfoCf6L8GJek05O52RJs0Zk02xj_mdIz/s1600-h/zach+n+thorn+stuff.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXpiT53U7lujzRYvP1Ie59fMBuVMUqLudMc0vb5Phzg7dBbrnkTtGoakg3NDq7ZtzGExkPtftTIKlxUT7UZCHrs4jAX_G4fa6aU6PIpRn0JDBFlfoCf6L8GJek05O52RJs0Zk02xj_mdIz/s320/zach+n+thorn+stuff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436912858855703234" /></a><br /><br />Oh yeah, and our Xbox got fixed too, which means I can finally play Guitar Hero again. AWESOMESAUCE.Candimentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450986584344989557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158878179797925673.post-36552916736169708982010-02-04T16:34:00.002+13:002010-02-04T16:38:56.722+13:00Year 13is not really much different from Year 12.<br /><br /><br />Oh, and my car wouldn't start. Again. In the student car park.<br /><br />And I've got homework.<br /><br />And something else happened that just goes to show that nobody really likes me.<br /><br /><br />DARN IT. It's been a loooooong day.<br /><br /><br />But on the plus side, in Music, Mr. Brooks taught us how to conduct and that was fun.<br /><br /><br /><sub>P.S. i lied. i drew some cartoons today and yesterday to take my mind off my troubles.</sub>Candimentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450986584344989557noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5158878179797925673.post-51621952635067011542010-02-01T21:04:00.002+13:002010-02-01T21:19:50.475+13:00The Art-Dustrial RevolutionConceptArt.org is my new home on the internet.<br /><br />Seriously. I joined about a year ago, but I never really got into it and I proceeded with cartoons, only adding on bits and pieces that I had learned throughout the year (which was hardly ANYTHING, by the way).<br /><br />Now I know why I'm so depressed about my art. It's because I've been sticking to what's in my head rather than what I see, and I've become so settled into my comfort zone that I've missed out on some truly amazing forms of art that are out there - seriously, look at the images on this thread: http://www.conceptart.org/forums/showthread.php?t=50389 And don't stop with the first page, I went through the whole thing and by the end of it, I wanted to actually try new things that I should have tried a long time ago.<br /><br />So, to put it bluntly, I am ditching cartoons and moving back to realism. HA!<br /><br />On ConceptArt, there are "sketchbooks" which are threads acting as journal-style galleries. I made one when I joined the site, but I never really used it and now I'm quite ashamed of the cartoons I put on there. So, here's my new sketchbook: http://www.conceptart.org/forums/showthread.php?p=2617331#post2617331 I aim to update daily!<br /><br />Yes, I know people back on DeviantArt will be disappointed. It's not that I don't care about making people happy. In fact, the reason I stuck with what I was doing last year, was <i>because</i> I was making people happy. Everyone, that is, except for myself. And I'm afraid this is one of those times when I'm just going to have to put myself above others. After all, if I were a famous musician, I wouldn't give into societal pressures and play something really bland and mediocre that was liked by mindless 14-year-olds, would I?<br /><br /><b><i>((DISCLAIMER: None of the above was meant to insult the music and kids of today, nor was it meant to label all of today's music as bland and mediocre. But let's face it, people, 14-year-olds are mindless creatures.))</i></b><br /><br />Oh yeah, I said I was ditching cartoons, didn't I? Well...<br />1. This doesn't mean I'm ditching them FOREVER. I'm just ditching them till I actually understand what the hell I'm doing.<br />2. I won't ever, ever, EVER forget about my characters. After all, I can't really go a long time without putting them into roleplay with my best buds online. My characters are my children, and I can still love them without drawing them, right?<br /><br />If you read all this, then you're freakin' awesome. C:Candimentehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10450986584344989557noreply@blogger.com0