Guess who's back ;)

Bonjour!

It has definitely been a while.
I think you deserve to know why I was gone, you must've had some sort of withdrawals from my witty humour :)
During my blog absence, I was sailing the seven seas in search of the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, the silver lining of the cloud, the meaning to all life. Otherwise known as the quest towards one's self. Finding out who you are.
I didn't really dedicate every breath of every minute to it, but during the time I wasn't blogging I found out a whole new lot of stuff about myself which up until its discovery, was a total secret.
For example, I never knew that I had the ability to sing. Really sing. Belt it out at the top of my lungs. I'm not saying I'm extremely talented, or I have the "X-Factor" or whatever, but what I mean is that I can feel the song spiralling out of my lungs when I sing. It's a feeling I didn't know I could access, and even if you can't sing for shit, you seriously have to try it.

Anyway, getting a bit off topic there. My main point is, that I am back!
I'm going to hopefully get around one blog done a month, it's the only way I can realistically get something done. So, I hope to extend my crazy thoughts out for ages to come!

Also, I've been thinking about ditching this website and transferring to Tumblr, so if and when I do, I'll give you my details if you have a Tumblr and miss me enough :)


I have to get going now, it's mating season and there's a frisky male cat coming onto my two females and I think they're getting a bit weirded out. Much like people!

Tally-ho!

And that was the last time I used an epilator.

HAPPY NEW YEAR ! ! !

Greetings my chums (:

I bet you missed me :D

It's good to be back, after a grueling few weeks of exams and recieving holiday homework. Only a tonne or two, but not to worry, I should have it done by the year 2020.
Anyhoo, how are we all this evening (well, morning actually)?
I, for one, have a sore leg (yes, just the right one). Good heavens, you say, why would only one leg be sore?
I'll tell you why and I'll tell you for free.
One word: EPILATOR.
of you who don't know what an epilator is, it's a device used to remove leg hair. It works by having a little teeny weeny revolving wheely thing which rips up your leg hair. Ouch.

Even though I only tried it on one area of my leg, I have to say that it is incredibly sore!
Never again.

In regards to my previous question, "how long must I wait for my knight in shining armour" the answer simply is that I should not wait at all.
I should walk along my own path, and if it happens to cross someone elses, hey there destiny!

My inspiration? Audrey Hepburn. Not only was I born on the same day as her (not year, otherwise I'd be swimming in wrinkles!), but she really seemed to know how to make guys beg for it. (And also she is a HUGE style icon!)

Those old fashioned women really knew how to seduce with class.

I was watching some of her famous movies, such as: Breakast at Tiffany's, Paris When It Sizzles, Roman Holiday and Sabrina, and I have got to say, I just admire the woman, so independant, and she's just her own self.

So guess who's been travelling again?!
That's right, I went to Fiji :D
For my dear mother's 40th, and may I say, without trying to sound like a spoilt brat, that family are the most embarrassing thing since sliced bread. And just a word of advice to parents out there, it DOES NOT help when you shake your heads and start going, "tut tut tut ... teenagers these days ... tut tut tut". Repeat, DOES NOT help.

I mean, I was extremely grateful for the trip and all, but we were on an island with soooooo many cute boys, and my Dad whipped out his old fannypack. DUN DUN DUUUUUUUN.
Ohhhh yes, I said FANNYPACK.
WHO EVEN WEARS THOSE ANYMORE?!?!?!?!!?
I almost passed out upon seeing the hideous thing. They are tres tres unfashionable and have the word "fanny" in the title, a natural warning to say "do not wear". But apparently to my Dad it said, "wear me! your daughter will be a guy magnet when she's seen with fannypack guy!".
So sure, naturally I wanted some time AWAY from them, as should be understood, but noo, when I ask for alone time I get the whole lecture and a half, "you shouldn't be ashamed of yur family, we made you, yada yada, blah blah blah, we can hang out!"
Chhhh, yeah, right, I'll be back NEXT WEEK.
In primary school I was told to move away when I was uncomfortable, buuut whatever 'rentals!
I wonder why they are called paRENTs ... can we return them?

It was a nice holiday though, just to get that straight, :)

Fijian episode aside, I saw Love & Other Drugs last night with one of my best friends, Bella. Jake Gyllenhall is HHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTT.
But what I hate about these movies is that they tease us with the ideal man who we can't have. They dangle him there in front of our faces, on a huge screen, and then before you know it the credits are on and you are snapped back into reality, where no guys such as these exist, and if they do, they are either taken or gay.
Buuuut, I have chosen not to think about that, as one of my new years resolutions for 2011.

I've been thinking about where I was this time last year, and I realised I am a totally different person. This time last Summer I was sitting at home, waiting for my now ex boyfriend to come back from his holiday and break my heart (which I didn't know otherwise I wouldn't have been waiting lol).
I have learnt so much and really developed as a person. I am so much closer to really knowing who I am, and I guess, at the end of the day, without those assholes, and all those setbacks, I never would've picked myself up and figured that out.

So thank you, assholes !

And goodnight, until next time,

Rachel x

Questions, which lead to investigations, then to answers.

"I don't wanna be the girl who laughs the loudest, or the girl who always wants to be alone, I don't wanna be the girl who has to fill the silence, the quiet scares me cause it screams the truth."

- P!nk

Dear bloggy,

For some really odd reason, my sister Libby has been calling me "Quippy" for the last three days. Who knows where she got that one from. If that's not a result of living in this zoo of a house I don't know what is.
She made me up a lovely song the other day, which she woke me up with. It's her version of "Ring-around-the-rosy", and I just know you would love to hear it. So here goes:

"Binga binga woby, a pocket pull of puppy, ash poo, ash poo, we ball ball bown."

Told you. She's lost it. But the worst part of the deal is that she is still 4 and is unable to keep things on the "down-low", if ya know what I mean.
The other day, for instance, I snuck my cat into my room, as my father will not tolerate her hair shedding (which I have tried to convince him is not her fault). Libby came in, and spotted her. I told her, "you can pat her, just don't tell Daddy she's in here, it's a secret." "Okay," she said.
And with that, she marched out of my room, walked straight up to my Dad, and said "Daddy, Rachel has the cat in her room, but don't tell anyone, she said it's a secret. Shhhhh."
Thanks for blowing my cover, 007.

Even though my little sister doesn't have a secret-storing part in her brain, she did say something of wisdom yesterday.
"When we get lonely, something will happen, we get lost."
And that got me thinking...

Are all us singles "lost"? Do I have to wander around lost till a white knight in shining armour comes along on his white horse d saves me?

I think it's a ridiculous thought, but is it true? I'll have to do some investigating on that one and get back to you.

So anyway, remember that party I was getting ready for last post?

I think I have a crush on a guy who was there. He goes to my school, in my year level, ect, and I think I've had minor crush on him before, from one of my french classes, but it went away. (And no, just because he's in french doesn't mean he's gay. IT WAS A COMPULSORY CLASS.)



And that's what crushes do right? They come around and they go away... and sometimes, take you by surprise when they stop, career themselves right around and come back again.

I am just finding him really attractive lately, and we do that eye contact flirty thing, which isn't much, but is always fun (:
He is a bit shy though, so I don't know what to do.
I've never been much of a making-the-first-move kinda gal. Even though I do sometimes, but everyone has their moments right?

Also, another issue, I have given up on love. I just don't care anymore. I have yelled at the heavens and everything (which proved pointless, as I didn't get an answer).

The matter of the fact is, that it's just useless. I haven't found love in these 16 years I've been alive and I don't see a light up ahead. So I don't give a flying pigs bottom anymoree.

Back to the point, in conclusion, what's stopping me with this "crush", is not only that he is shy, but that I don't want to even so much as flirt (even though I do, I still feel crap because I know I'm getting my hopes up), because I always get so dissapointed when it turns into nothing. The reason I have given up on love.

How do you know when it's there, and when to get your hopes up?

You don't, do ya? That's the lovely surprise. I have asked many friends how they met their boyfriend/girlfriend and I get a few answers like:

- "We told our friends we liked each other, and when everyone found out we just admitted it and he asked me out. It was so cute." - Katerina

- "I thought she was hot, and my friends were like, dude, she's hot, ask her out, so I just asked her out." - Heath

- "Well we used to flirt a lot, and I suppose I thought that was what I was supposed to be seeing, so I took control and asked him out. We've been together a year in three months." - Bella

The last one stood out for me. The words that caught my eye were "I suppose that's what I was supposed to be seeing".

Is flirting always the green light though? If you flirt with someone, does that mean you're interested? Does it mean the other person will take action?

I put this theory to the test when I went to a party recently. I flirted -and not only flirted but used super flirting techniques which are said to "always work"- with a number of guys at that party. In fact, I flirted like a man. When one of them responded by flirting back, I focused on him, wondering how far it would go.

His name was Nathan, and he goes to my school. He's cute, but I never really liked him. So I thought this was good, a random pick. All the flirting paid off when we were watching my ex-boyfriend (eeeeww) galavant around like an absolute idiot, and Nathan said to me, "it's good you aren't going out with your ex anymore."

RESULT!!!!!!!

I pretended I hadn't heard him over the music, and said, "what?", which he replied to by saying, "oh.. nothing,". And by the tone of his voice, I believe that backs up the fact that his little statement meant something.

That's where I stopped and decided to pull out, having made my point.

I wasn't interested, yet flirted and he made a small move forward. Does this apply to everyone? I don't believe it does, but regardless, I made a small yet successful discovery which in turn has given me a new little interest in flirting like a man. What else can be acheived by doing this?

Find out hopefully in my next post :)

Rachel x

Alec Baldwin's stunt double.

"If today was your last day, tomorrow was too late, would you say goodbye to yesterday?"

- Nickelback


Bonsoir bloggy and bloggers (:

This morning I woke up to the sound of my sister Libby singing, "nice nice nice, you were nice to me..."
God knows what drugs she's on. She's only 4 and she's already lost the plot. I don't blame her though, she's living in a house of loons!
I'm surprised I've made it this far into my life without going completely insane (:
Hurrahhh!

Anyway, you may have noticed that the title of this particular post is "Alec Baldwin's stunt double."
This is because I swear, on my tragically unpredictable life, that when we dropped my sister Jill at her primary school I saw either Alec Baldwin (highly unlikely) or his doppleganger/stunt double!
My jaw hit the ground! The resemblance was UNCANNY!
I seemed to be the only one who was shocked though, as I pointed it out to my darling Mother, and all she said was "Oh, yeah it does look like him a bit."
Whereas I was like a nutter on loon tablets.

But oh well, moving on.
Lately at school, I've been focusing on picking a certain university to go to, or "college" as Americans call it.
I hadn't really thought about it much, but now I'm realising how old I'm beginning to get! I am about two years of graduating high school!
I'm in "senior school"!
Sacre bleu!

I think I'm starting to develop wrinkles.

I'm thinking of studying Psychology (relationship counselling, as that is my calling :P ), Art, or Journalism or being an Author.
I don't know which road to go down though, because if I start studying one, I can't go back, right? Gaaaaahh it's all tres tres confusing.

I must be off, I think my family are back from my sisters netball training.
And I have a party to get ready for, it's all very busy busy.
And how am I EVER going to cover up all these bloody wrinkles?!

Toodles,

Rachel x

Change, inspiration, admiration, fear, sheer terror and other things that go randomly in and out of my mind.

"Every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming round, every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears, every now and then I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by, every now and then I get a little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes, every now and then I fall apart."

- Total Eclipse Of The Heart, Glee Cast.

Guten afternoon!



Welcome to the latest edition of Rachels mental life!

We all know, there's nothing, and I mean nothing worse than a bad day.
I had one of the worst the other day. I was feeling completely depressed for no reason at all, I tried excercise but it didn't work. No endorphins for me.

I don't know what was wrong with me... possibly raging hormones, but it didn't help that when I was walking down the street a light above my head blew out. At exactly the time I walked under it. Yep.
What are the odds?!
As if I wasn't upset enough, and then to have a light explode above me!
Icing on the bloody cake.

But anyway, the next day I felt a little better at (god forbid I say it) school, thanks to my fab friends (:

At the end of the day though, something phenomenal happened... My friend Emilia, she was having a go at this guy called Darren, and basically she's a very passionate person, so she got very worked up!
She was lecturing him on not judging others. That got me to thinking, why do we judge? It's almost always bad judgment when we do.
She drew three people on paper, and thrust it in his face and screamed, do you see the differences? There were physical differences, and that's what he pointed out.
She then told him he was judging on the outside. See?
She went on to say that you don't know what is going on inside of these people.

She then used me as an example (ohhhh lordy be). She said, "Look at Rachel, how do you know she is happy. How are you sure she's not hurting inside? Maybe you can't see the pain inside her eyes. Do you know her deepest darkest secrets from looking at her? NO. You don't."
When she said that, I swear, my heart stopped. She had pinpointed exactly where I was emotionally. Even though I was in a better mood, I felt what she said, and felt the sheer anger and passion she was.

She had a total nervy b (nervous breakdown). But it made sense to me. I guess I was on the right level to hear it huh?

I looked down to my work sheet, which coincidentally said "change" on it.
This made me think.
Change. We shouldn't feel threatened by it, yet most of us do. Why is that?

Change is sometimes a good thing you know.

Just like that, it can happen. In the blink of an eye, everything can change.

Just because I feel lonely now, it doesn't mean I'll be like this forever. Emotions, moods, they change. As do circumstances.

And just like that, I let go of those negative emotions weighing me down.

I learnt something that day from Emilia.
Hopefully I wrote it down right in this post, but maybe you had to be there to feel the emotions in her words.

Anyway, live every day like it's your last, and don't forget to be positive :D

Rachel x

Bloggy bloggy bloggy.

Oh lordy be.

I just got back from the orthodontist, as I recently got my horrific braces off. I thought today would be the day that they would tell me I don't need to wear my retainer full time anymore, but nooooo.
I have been waiting, and looking forward to this day, just for them to tell me that I need to keep wearing the stupid thing till December.

FOR CHIRSTS SAKE PEOPLE!

Honestly. I have parties to go to. People to see. Things to do.


I guess tmy teeth do still feel a bit movey movey, but I have no time to be putting the stupid retainer in and out of my gob!

But, retainer aside, I have decided to turn my life around and take steps towards the new me.

Step 1: A new hairstyle (cheeeck).
Step 2: No more fat in packets, or, as we know it, junk food. (almost check).
Step 3: More excercise to turn the flab forming on my stomach into ab (beginning of a check).
Step 4: Reconnect with my spiritual side and find inner peace (oooohhhhmmmmmmm).
Step 5: And finally, stop thinking about boys (no idea how to do that but I guess I can find distractions, like shopping [: ).

I found out my cat likes cheese you know, she ate half of the bit I cut for myself! At first I thought she was attacking it, but then I realised she was eating it.
Pointless for you to know really, but, ho hum, pigs bum.


Okay, I'd better go now, I have homework that needs to be stared at.

Sionaraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa for now!

Rachel x

The crazy adventures of Rachel and the shinannigans she gets up to. (PART II)

"In my reach, I can see, there's a life out there for me..."
- Gabrielle

Hello and good afternoon to all my little bloggers :)

How are we all? I hope you guys are prepared for the most massive, epic, shocking, wonderful, surprising blog EVER!

You would NOT believe the things I have seen and done since last blogging (my last blog being sometime during the stone age).

I have travelled half way around the earth, been told to "take a chance" by some African guy trying to sell me a magnet at the market, left all my fears behind, been bored to death, tripped over my own pants, thought I might be depressed, been utterly inspired, seen beautiful things, heard amazing stories and have had my outlook on life turned upside down (in a good way!).

Crazy huh?


Welcome to my sometimes tragic, sometimes amazing or even plain breath taking life.


Now, if we went back two weeks ago, in fact, if this was me two weeks ago, I would no doubt, be filling this page with sad, and down right draining words and thoughts.

I was stuck, you see, in a place where I felt that behind every smile was deception, and I felt pretty alone. I felt sick just looking at the places around me, the unchanging places, and with them, unchanging people. Every single task I did was tedious, and I could barely ever keep awake, always zoning out to space. I was using up most of my energy just putting on a smile for everyone and seeming like I had it all together. After enduring one long day, which to me felt like ten years, I would use my remaining energy to just go home. There is nothing wrong with my life, I have a loving family, beautiful friends, and a roof over my head. That's the thing though. I still felt as if something was missing, and I got to the stage where I really felt lonely and thought I needed someone.
I needed an escape. Badly.


So one day during school, I was at my locker and remembered my Uncle Grant, who works for an airline, and had promised to take me overseas sometime soon. In a burst of hope, I got out my phone and typed away.

Soon enough he texted me back, and sure enough, the next week, we were on a plane flying to Africa. Yep, Africa. It came as a shock to me too, I literally squealed an jumped up and down. I probably looked like a nutter, now that I think of it. Oh well.

And as I was flying somewhere over Africa, I let my minds guard down and started thinking about love. Now, I have been trying to avoid thinking about the matter completely, and it was going alright up until I ran out of things to distract myself with. I know what they say, that something happens when you least excpect it. So I am trying my best to not excpect it, so I am expecting it to happen as I am "not excpecting" it.

You with me?

But then I got to thinking, does that even count? Maybe I'm just plain crazy, and thinking way too much into this and freaking out the people reading this blog (haha silly me)!

So as I am "not excpecting it" let's move on, shall we?


My week in Africa was over all amazing. It was just the refreshing experience I needed to give me a slap on the face, and tell me to get up off the ground, dust myself off, look around and be truly happy with what I am so very lucky to have.

I met this one woman, Juliana, who takes donated clothes to Africa and lets people who can't afford their own clothes pick things they want from the donations. She was absolutely inspiring. I hope to be more like her when I'm older. She is one of those people that everyone knows, because she is so out there, and she has this aura around her which just lights up the room she is in.
After meeting her I felt inspired to be that much more positive about life, and have been wearing a smile on my face since then.

Of course I also went on safari, and that was double cool with knobs on.

As I flew home, I decided to take life as it comes, and enjoy the bumps along the way. The whole 11 hour trip home, I didn't think about love once.

Buuuuut, when I got home last night, I decided to crack open one of my many love story movies.

I picked Becoming Jane and cried.

Yeah yeah, I know, I thought about how they couldn't be together and I cried. Yes, cried. No, not a couple of tears, think more along the lines of muffled, irrepressible sobs. It was more like some sort of a fit really.
So sue me!
It's a sad movie!

So yes, of course while watching that movie I thought of love, and maybe the fact I cried so much is because I felt like that was what was missing in my life, but hey, I'm sixteen, one second I'm craving love, then before you know it -like someone flicked a switch- I'm craving strange combinations of food. Or it could just be a case of my raging teenage hormones.


Well, that updates you about my recent doings and shinnanigans, and I must be off.


I bid you goodnight, and here are some pictures of the character "Tom" in the movie Becoming Jane. I'm not sure where they are on the page as I don't get the upload image system on this crazy website, but nevertheless, enjoy!



Rachel x