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By Jonathan Boulet.

This song was played over

and over

and over

and over again by me this summer.

It just seemed to couple perfectly with how I spent my summer.

At the beach.

I'd play it on the way down to the beach.

I'd play it on the way back from the beach.

I'd even sometimes play it at the beach.

But yes. I practically spent my entire summer down at the beach. I love everything about the beach, except maybe the seaweed.

I love the warmth of the sand.

I love the warmth of the sun.

I love the sound of humanity taking a few hours out of their busy lives, to congregate at the edge of the continent, just to relax.

I love the water, and how free you feel when you're diving under waves, or just floating along just past the breakers.

I love the feeling of having the world at your feet.

I also don't mind getting myself a bit of a tan, which will hopefully last me through the longwinter coming up.

Summer for me, is a time where life slows down, you take a bit of a break from the year just past, and gather your thoughts for the year ahead. It's a time to catch up with old friends. It's a time to consolidate friendships. It's a time for self discovery.

It's a time, just to be.

And this summer, I had a good summer.

The last day of summer is tomorrow. Tomorrow is also the first day of uni.

In my opinion, it's the best way to end a perfect summer. The first day is stressless, people catch up, you get used to being back on campus.

It's the goldilocks zone of university life.

In summary, I'm excited to be going back to uni, and I had an awesome summer.

Fingers crossed the rest of the year goes down like my summer did.

Flappers...

I haven't blogged in a fair while (3 months)...(my bad), so I decided to just blog about anything.

I recently re-watched one of my favourite films of all time: The Great Gatsby, and was reminded of my favourite literary passages of all time... incidentally from the book the movie was based on, "The Great Gatsby", by F. Scott Fitzgerald:

Only Gastby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction - Gatsby, who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the "creative temperament" - it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No - Gatsby turned out alright at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and shortwinded elations of men.

I get shivers down my spine just reading that.

Simply, epic :)

Meow.

Reality...

When you see a piece of writing titled "Reality", you tend to immediately assume that the piece of writing will be addressing the hard facts of life, that people either like to ignore completely, or religiously focus on.

Whilst it is true, that yes there are bad things in the world, that's not what this blog entry is going to be about.

Instead it's going to look at reality from a more holistic view point.

Bad things will happen. There's nothing you can do from stopping them from happening. It doesn't matter how you act as a person. The way in which you act will not stop them from happening. That's just life.

This is something people intrinsically know.

However, it doesn't mean that you have to let that fact completely taint the way in which you look at life.

By knowing that bad things will happen regardless of your own individual actions, can bring peace of mind. It just needs a different point of view.

You can't have good without knowing evil.

You can't be happy, without having experienced sadness.

You can't have a rainbow without a little rain.

If the negatives don't have to effect your happiness, don't let them.

And when they get in the way of your happiness, deal with the issue at hand, and resume noticing all the good that there is around.

And it might be a bit difficult to notice living in the middle of suburbia, where Man has concreted over everything, and anything controllable has been controlled.

But Man cannot control the laws of nature.

Man cannot concrete the sky.

You just have to look up.

For Lack Of Photo...

I Was Dancing Since I Was Twelve...

As I was walking home from uni today...Ok that's a lie.

As I was walking part of the way home from uni, to meet up with Daddy Dearest who was on his way to picking me up, I was just plodding along, listening to my iPod, when T.Rex's song "Cosmic Dancer" came on.

And all of a sudden, everything in the world was alright.

Despite the fact that it was cold.

Despite the fact that it was raining.

Everything was ok.

And in those moments, you notice details that you would normally overlook.

Dew drops hanging to the tips of leaves. The dancing patterns of ripples in a puddle as you step in it. The satisfying feeling that accompanies wearing gumboots on a rainy day, because no matter what you step in, or what spills on your gumboots, your feet remain clean and dry. And you feel as though you're being protected from the worst of the world, and can take the time to appreciate the beauty that it has to offer, that otherwise goes unnoticed.

Just peace.

I'm going to start blogging on a regular basis again, and I'll make my next blog about my trip in Japan.

I just wanted to share that one serene moment of my day, in the hope that someone who reads this, will take the time to stop and really notice the beauty of the world around them. Even for just a moment.

Sunday Morning Rain Is Falling...

Minus the falling rain...

I met up with the B1 to my B2 this morning in Bondi Junction for a coffee date, and thoroughly enjoyed myself :)

With coffee in hand, we embarked upon a sojourn around the "rich side" of Westfield.

And is it just me, or is fashion getting more and more ridiculous as the seasons change?

Leopard print jeans? Shiny, scrunched, metallic leggings? Dresses with practically everything except the very bare minimum material cut out? And if you can sew sequins on something, for Gods sake, please cover every inch of the item with them, so as to be as impractical, and irritating for the wearer, as is humanly possible.

I'm seriously waiting for a pair of metallic, scrunched, sequined & cut-out leggings to be designed, mass-produced & sold. That will be the day that I finally learn how to sew.

After our sojourn, we became peck-ish, and headed towards Salsa's for a fine Mexican feast.

I ordered the Fajita Burrito, minus the capsicum & rice, and my partner in crime ordered the Chicken & 5 Veg. Whilst the wait was fairly long, it was worth it :) Next time however, I'd probably prefer my food to still be warm when I got it.

We sat outside in the sun, and enjoyed the perfect balance of sunshine & cooling breeze, overlooking a lovely view of the beautiful city of Sydney. Our chat was equally lovely!

The car ride home was also enjoyable, as traffic was in my favour, and Nova 96.9fm played Yellow by Coldplay. The perfect accompaniment to a sunny drive on a Sunday afternoon.

All in all, it was a lovely end to a lovely weekend, and I have the weather, Nova 96.9fm & of course my wonderful B1 to thank :)

So thank-you :)

xox

Lobster Knife Fights...

It's true. Words cannot express the awesome.