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St. Jeromes Laneway Festival 2013 & Bat for Lashes aka Natasha Khan.

Two amazing events to start the year.

Natasha Khan is too amazing to be described by words.

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Mark Duplass 

Spotted in film "Your sisters sister" - Witty & Cute

My kind of guy.

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Uniform for my new job at TOPSHOP. Excited.

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Strangers

With one swift move he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in close. She tried to push herself back, but instead found herself wanting to be there, her body pressed up against his. With the music they moved, their bodies in sync. He smiled at her, she averted his glance and looked down. Every bone in her body was screaming otherwise. People bustled around them, with their only thoughts being in the past or future, their minds, body language and actions painted this blatantly across their foreheads. But they, they were living in the moment, devouring every second of it.  She no longer hesitated, she relaxed herself and lifted her eyes to him and pulled herself in closer. They did nothing but embrace for a few moments, and she had never felt so exhilarated in her life.  It was when someone pushed them out of their embrace, they both looked at each other slightly embarrassed, they then laughed at the hilarity of the situation. With a pat on her shoulder and a nod he walked away. She did not know his name, or anything about him. She just watched him walk away, but was not sad, nor did she want to chase after him. Besides she was late to work, after all it was a Monday morning, on a busy city street. All she knew was that for once, she felt alive.  Berna Gonen  04/02/2013

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Oblivion

His mind couldn't comprehend the disparity between his relationship and the others. To him, she was the edge of all reason, and her reason did not extend to those who tried to take him away from her.

  Memories upon memories began to falter as his ego was insatiably nourished by her. She whispered things to him, she described to him a world where he was no ones shadow, where he was king, and he feebly devoured every word and every gesture. He mistook it for what he thought he understood as love. “Yes, its love” she whispered gently stroking his hair back, as he held the mirror for her.

  In her narcissistic soliloquy, she brushed her hair back watching herself in the mirror, she smirked at herself. “All mine, all mine, everything must be mine, my way, my way, mine, and no one will stand in the way of it, no one”

  The others noticed it immediately, something was different about him, and something seemed missing. They knew it was her, they knew she was changing him. They could see it in his eyes, he was no longer the same and he no longer held memories of them. Lack of memory only meant the deficiency of emotion. “His eyes, his eyes” they cried. His eyes had her imprinted in them, he could literally only see her.

  The others tried to shake him out of it, “can’t you see what she has done to you, can’t you see?!" In that instance, he regained what seemed like consciousness, and his face turned into a frown. “I love her, why don’t you understand that” and at that he walked away, throwing away his remaining consciousness as he stepped into oblivion.

  “Come dear” she whispered into his ear, “all will be okay, all you need is me”. He smiled, and felt safe, nothing else mattered any more  Then something peculiar happened, as the sun beamed on them he looked to the ground and noticed his shadow was missing, he looked next to him to see if her shadow was also missing, instead he saw a silhouette that did not belong to her, following her every action.

  The shadow belonged to him. But not any more. He was her shadow now. 

  And with a void in his heart, and full of sorrow, he sang to her “I saw into oblivion” forever.

  Berna Gonen 14/12/2011

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Love the layering and colours - makes the perfect winter outfit. 

Matching your beanie and your sweater for hue harmony.

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Oscars Law - http://www.oscarslaw.org/

Something I am very passionate about though I feel is it is message that we won't ever get through to the general population. People buy their pets from unknown breeders and pet stores because the puppy is ever so cute. However little do they know the story of how that puppy got to be there. 

These dogs parents were most likely caged up, never let out and their sole purpose in life to be a breeding machine. They live in their excrement and never see the light of day. Ridden with disease, these dogs live a horrific life, just so some low life less than human scum can make some profit. Once these dogs can't breed anymore, its a bullet to their head, and replaced with another poor unfortunate dog.

The more puppies you buy from the pet shop, the more these dogs suffer. 

The best part about it, is the Government is aware of it, and does absolutely nothing.

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Get in the sunrise, I want to get in the sunrise;

Put the world upon your shoulder I'll stay young while I watch everyone getting older.

Yeasayer - amazing

Laneway 2011 you will be much awaited.

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"Though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run." - Andrew Marvell

http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/marvell/coy.htm

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They say; Love yourself.

Narcissism for those of you who do not know the meaning; self-love: an exceptional interest in and admiration for yourself; "self-love that shut out everyone else" 

It all started out from the ancient Greek myth of "Narcissus" a hunter who once caught his reflection in a pool of water and fell in love with his reflection. Unable to physically be with his reflection and unable to leave it, Narcissus slowly faded away, dying next to his own reflection. 

I say love yourself - but don't fall in love with yourself.