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I'd like to take this time to thank all my readers as well as beloved friends old and new. 2010 enabled me to do some pretty fabulous things, and I treasure every minute. However, being one that has her thoughts focused on the future I can't wait for a new year and the new adventures it will present! thanks for supporting vivaevaa.blogspot! happy 2nd birthday!

last night was brilliant, fuelled with intergenerational dancing and cocktails by the pool! i wore my vintage rock & republic cut-offs, an (amazingly lightweight) linen shirt by country road, and a pure wool blazer by CUE. Possibly a little too warm for the blazer, BUT IT LOOKED AMAZING and i didnt care



sooooooo ready for bali. cant wait to get off this stinking island and live on another, much more secluded (and smaller) island for a whole month!. keep you posted!

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lazy friday

its 3pm, im sitting by my pool with a soda and lime and a packet of columbines at hand - just finished swimming and trying not to look anemic for indonesia (i.e getting a lousy tan)and thought id bravely list tiny things that mean big. happy new years everyone.

PART 1:

1. Recess
2. Little kids showing you their muscles
3. Getting dressed out of the dryer or laundry basket
4. When you get caught in the rain and just don’t care
5. Correctly guessing the secret ingredient
6. Not making plans
7. When construction cranes get Christmas lights on them
8. Seeing Christmas trees through the window of someones elses house
9. Successfully regifting a present to someone who wants it
10. Drinking with Grandma
11. Just barely wrapping a gift with that tiny scrap of leftover wrapping paper

bali 2011

ahhhhhhh last day of 2010 today.

this year is going to be crazy - get ready for huge style blogging with our new vintage thrift store!! bali in 9 days - keep following to stay posted! so it seems everyones doing this 30 day challenge (props to Mr. Sparks and Marie).. i totally would jump on it.. but ill be moping around kuta for 23 days. so ill just find some WiFi hotspots around the island and blog brilliant commentaries.



i stuck this on my laoptop. dad told me i should probably get rid of it, as ill be going through pretty strict security at the international airport - might think im "one of them"


the most amazing ring collection i found. theyre so cheap in bali.

come on and wake me up

no school means staying at home by my sibling-less self - so I have been stuck watching dvd's... or maybe watching is not the word.. I just like to have the tv on for the company... and what better company that the girls from sex and the city.. call me a cliché but I will never get enough. Watching the early episodes convinced me even more that things were better before... so much that my crush on pointy pumps turned in to love.. that's right, for a while already I have been opting for the pointy shape and watching carrie stroll down the streets made me crave.. luckily I got a little flash back from shopping the other day, so I knew right away what had to be done.. the result: say hello to my new - lipstick red, 90's carrie pumps from zara.

the best thing $5 can get you; pt 1

a tailoring thimble - $3.50 - makes the best ring. Obviously it differs from a standard thimble in that it doesn't have the top head part. You're meant to wear it on the tip of your finger but I discovered if you get one 3 sizes bigger, you can wear it as a ring. I had this idea that I could get 10, one for each finger and thumb but I know that the man that owns Harvey's Tailoring supplies in Melbourne is very traditional and would probably start asking questions that I can't be bothered justifying, so not sure how to go about it yet.

Party Like it’s 1955

Since the ’50s, the 2.55 has remained the most iconic of all Chanel handbags. Karl Lagerfeld, who took over Chanel in 1983, reissued the 2.55 in all its original aesthetic glory in 2005. Since then, it’s been released as many reissues and variations, but for me, the classic original design is still the most fabulous. Nothing beats a classic Chanel 2.55. Long live the 2.55!

i'm soo delighted to say i'll be recieving my FIRST CHANEL HIGH FASHION PIECE in 3 weeks - duty free. so it'll hopefully be a little cheaper. a gift from mum and dad for 'hard work' this year. and yes. it'll be a 2.55

SPANISH for beginners

ooooo,

friday night was the end of everything. well for 2010 anyway. no more theatre, no more school.

ive enrolled in a 3 month spanish course. im going on a 10 day detox tomorrrow, im going to cut all my hair off and dye it really really red AND get four new piercings...
just to piss all my frinds off who dont like anti-conformists.

eva

love's not only blind, but deaf

I'm a bit angry at academia as a whole and its respect for titles and knowledge. I took an IQ test a couple years ago and scored well on it, but it hasn't changed my self-concept and I don't feel superior about it, because "intelligence" cannot, in my opinion, be measured by others. Intelligence, IMO, is not empirically quantitative.

I could meet a bum on the street tomorrow who knows more about life than I do. the fact that he can't do advanced calculus doesn't make him dumb. Does it make him ignorant of advanced calculus? Certainly. But so what? Is ignorance of knowledge a vice? Is it to be frowned upon?


Learning may be a virtue, but ignorance of knowledge should not, be a vice. One could certainly dedicate one's life to the accumulation of knowledge, and many in academia do, isolated from the rest of society in their white ivory towers. But will all of this accumulation of knowledge fulfill that person? Or, if it DOES fulfill that person, could a simpler, less time-consuming path have been chosen wherein that person had more time to really LIVE and ENJOY life instead of constantly OBSERVING IT and learning about it second-hand through books and lecturers?




I suppose where I'm going with this is that I'm fed up with academia standing in front of me, flaunting their titles and degrees and scholarly journals and attempting to design my reality with their precepts. I see students on a daily basis doing their best to keep up in class and participate, and I feel badly for them when I can glaze briefly over a 50 page essay and bring up points and ideas that make the professors cum in their pants/panties then said students could have painstakingly read every one of those 50 pages twice over and churned out mediocrity.

If you have ever seen the movie Donnie Darko, I feel a lot like Donnie Darko in the scene where he doesn't want to participate in some stupid exercise the teacher wants him to do.

And I see all these people around me, ears stuck to cell-phones when out of class, and they really think they are going somewhere. They really think they're doing something of importance. They have ambitions. They are trying to MAKE IT, to accumulate some status so that their parents will approve of them. To make a splash in some field to confirm their sense of identity. To confirm that the mindless ingesting and regurgitation of soulless academics really meant something in the end.

How will most of these people's lives unfold? Briefly after college, they will get a job. They will then find a mate. They will then have children. They will then send those kids to school and fade quietly into the realm of responsible, bill -paying Australians.

death's just a chapter

romeo and juliet - just give me 3 sweeties in a new corvette.

those who dont remember the past are condemned to repeat it.

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain..

dont speak to soon, for the wheels' still in spin.

Here we are. so utterly obsessed with materialistic things. i am a victim by the rules i live by. i am. ive lost my identity.

i live my life in black

Do you ever think, perhaps, that the universe that we could be living in, is simply a brain cell to another living creature?

we are all prostitues and junkies

pure charm

I've been thinking a lot about the fashion around my town lately and i hate to break it to______, but 'supre' and 'cotton on' simply arent 'fashion'. remember this; fashion comes and goes, but style is eternal.

Just like style is a form of self expression, many of us are guilty of indulging in beauty products and taking risks when it comes to hair and makeup, in which we sometimes regret.

So should we be taking inspiration and advice from magazines, beauty blogs or backstage at Paris fashion week?

I recently got my roots redone and went blonder for summer. which alse got me pondering...

Hairdressing is a multi million dollar industry, with thousands of salons operating worldwide. From a 70 year old man cut throat shaving in a barber shop, to a salon that serves champagne on arrival and haircuts cost more than a weeks rent.

To some, hair is just hair- you wash it and it grows. To others its a tool of reinvention, a bad hair day can make you want to crawl into a ditch and never come out, or at least until you wash and restyle.

i think its pretty rad that the 90's revival isn't just for the fashion, Heartbreak High has hit the streets with smudged eyeliner, undercuts, bindis, regrowth and nose piercings. Colouring your hair is the most common way of transforming your look, either semi or permanent your options are endless, ranging form chestnut brown to Fanta orange.

A bun or 'Top Not' has been hanging around the trend list for a couple of years. sooo many 15/16 year olds wear this daily... If you were a child ballerina like myself, you may have experienced your mother trying to wrangle every strand into place (extremely painful!) although bun's can look very flattering worn polished or disheveled, they highlight your facial bone structure and take 5 seconds to do.

The early 2000's saw the rise of the lipgloss but recently lipstick has been the favour for young women as compared to a gloss, there is more texture variety (matte,cream,frost) and the staying power is stronger which reduces reapplying. Colours to be seen this season are Berry’s, Dark Plum and Nude. Black recently had its moment in the spotlight, and wasn't only exclusive for Gothics - i recently purchased my first black lipstick on tuesday.

So whether your brave enough to go for the dye, or trial a new lipstick colour, remember confidence is key. Makeup and Hairstyles should reflect your personality and style, and never be taken too seriously.

famous

happyness is expensive

Be daring, be different, be impratical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ORDINARY.

sometimes i wish i could wake up and not feel that awful, familiar ball of gut wrenching dread at the thought of another day. Another day of smiling, pleases and thankyous, do this, do that - grin and bear it, 'i'm fine', 'get your head out of the clouds'. another day of the same people and trivial problems and meanignless chatter and everones talking and no ones listening and no one's looking and no one sees anything. another day of daydreaming about the futures, another day of feeling hopless and stuck. i wish that would all go away so im free to travel, do what i want, think for myself and do something that scares me everyday.

ohhhhhhh albury, albury, albury. what about you attracts so many parents? GET ME OUT.

on a lighter note, i cleaned out my closet (ha ha) this afternoon..... and found my old, old pair of cheap mondays. thats good. they cost me a lot of money back in the day of 08'. i was selling some chanel to a lady today and she picked up a bottle of nail polish. she asked me how much they are and i said 39. she laughed at me and said 'oh dear! 39 dollars for a bottle of this?' i replied sharpley, but still keeping my ditzy shopgirl demeanor and said... 'its chanel.'

she ran.

those who critisize our generation forgot who raised it.

Do you know where your teenager is at five o’ clock in the morning? The after hours club. The clubs attract thousands of Chicago area young people. Some say they come looking for drugs, dirty dancing, and pounding, pounding techno music.

it's okay to say no but all the cool kids say yes.

"so im in the forest doin hipster shit. looking at ▲, smokin a cig, staring into space, all one with nature and shit. outta nowhere those abercrombie wankers show up and start snapping pics of my iconic hair and chiseled features. wasted the vibe. fuckers"

But you're just so cool. Run your hands through your hair. absent mindedly making me want you.

i feel so cool. i made my first pair of 'cheap monday' cut offs today. and i wanna move to brooklyn. hey albury, I think you’re great and all, but I was hoping for more of a friends w/ benefits type situation…seriously, it’s not you, it’s me.

and by hangout i mean blowjob session


THINK HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE SAT NEXT TO YOU ON A BUS, TRAIN, WHATEVER. NOW THINK HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE SAT NEXT TO YOU ON PURPOSE, WITH THEIR FINGERS CROSSED IN HOPE THAT YOU’LL TALK TO THEM. I’M SURE SOMEBODY HAS. THERE’S PLENTY OF TIMES WHEN SOMEBODY’S SEEN YOU AND HOPED THAT YOU SPOKE TO THEM, BUT YOU NEVER DID, ‘CAUSE YOU DON’T HAVE THE GUTS, AND NEITHER DO THEY. DON’T GO AROUND THINKING NOBODY LIKES YOU AND THAT YOU’RE NOT LOVED, THERE’S BEEN PLENTY OF TIMES WHEN A STRANGER’S SPOTTED YOU AND THOUGHT “OH THEY’RE JUST MY TYPE,” BUT HAVEN’T HAD THE COURAGE OR CONFIDENCE TO OPEN THEIR MOUTH AND INITIATE A CONVERSATION, THE FUNNY THING IS, NEITHER HAVE YOU.

baby, did you forget to take your meds?

skip school, snort cocaine

oh year 12. this is pretty shit, all this nagging.

Assembly? nah! shove it mate. the only times i enjoy school is when a dog gets into the play ground. "theres a dog in the playground! Woohoo! all bets are off! you cant control me. you cant even keep dogs out of the fuckin' playground. REVOLUTION!" Or those dark, mysterious lads that dont go to school at all, turn up like outlaws, moseying on in on their BMX's, gliding across the grass with bogan sneers. "its all a con" i thought. "there are kids out there who dont go to school. they seem alright, in fact, look at em', they're cool! theyre like highwaymen. take me with you"

i was born in a crossfire hurricane

its impossibe to be unhappy in a poncho

I have a very bad relationship with the future. We don't get on. We just ignore each other.

I don't really know what "intellectual" means, but if it means you've got a desire to learn, you've got a desire to look for things that haven't been presented to you, then, maybe. I think that "intellectual" is quite an exclusive word. I think it's just for anyone that has a thirst or a hunger to improve themselves, or a yearning to escape from somewhere to get to a better place.

The Thames and the Mersey, the Tyne and the Wear and the Clyde
They spew slums like gravy on the banks of the poisonous tide
What became of the working class?
Nike, Reebok, Adidas
Scratchcards, pitbulls, ecstasy

Eva is just a 16 year old kid.

roll the dice, every soul has a price

i think some girls act on desperation. god help them.

paper aeroplane

repost

So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.


All things aside, I'm in Year 12 now and with work piling up i am starting to seriously think about shcool, and the education system in general. Please - read this exerpt from article i found. Its presents us with great justification on why todays education system needs to be re-established...


'students are forced into a methodological way of thinking that deprives them of creativity.
Students cannot explore themselves or their creativity with the current schooling system. Rather than being given the opportunity to explore their interests, their talents, and the activities that make them feel happy, students are forced to learn topics and methods that ‒ while beneficial ‒ ultimately deprive them of being creative and finding who they are.'


Remember guys, you can only live life to the full when you're in the moment - the past and present are just distractions. Adios x"

boots and boys

Theres a place i know, if you're looking for a show.
where they go hardcore.. and there's glitter on the floor

so i got an iphone, and i think its a piece of shit. fuck school homie, ima be a a dope dealer.

The Feelings Mutual.

"Excuse me, I’m sorry, I’m really such a lady
I rep Young Money
You know Slim, Baby?
And we be doin’ donuts while we wavin’ the .380
We give a lotta money to the babies out in Haiti
Yellin all around the world,
Do you hear me? Do you like my body?
Anna Nicki"

fast cars, fast money and cheap drinks

Awwwww mama, can this really be the end?
down and out in vegas, with amphetamine psychosis again?

dont waste your youth growing up

Being a teenager is vastly overrated. We all make mistakes, we are stubborn and we couldn’t give two shits what our parents think, we hate school, we cause shit, we fight, we love, we cry, we give up on believing in a higher power. We’re all fucked up and thats the truth, we all come from dysfunctional families, because no family is perfect; we say things that we don’t mean, we yell, we scream, we get broken hearts, we get drunk, we have sex. Grades don’t mean a thing anymore, we live on quotes and music that describe our lives and most importantly we are tired. We are tired of waking up each morning and having to go to school where we see the people we hate or the people we love, we get tired of waiting for the text message that’s not going to come and we get tired of pretending we’re fine.

Time is life

You only live once, why stress about the daily routine of school, dont let boys play you from the start, unless your willing to play the game just as well. There’s always going to be bitches, so find your true friends, and stick with them. Study when you need too, but for fucksake have a life, get drunk, make mistakes, act stupid, immaturity will be in your heart your whole life, so dont try to get rid of it. Depression: we’ve all felt as if we’d had it at a time, if your upset over a boy, fucking get used to it, because its going to happen more then once, learn to not care, infact dont care, about anything, dont put yourself out there to get hurt, but still have love, if that. Need to get over a boy? One simple rule, find another.

Rebell once in a while its good for you, thrills are for the excitement, when the thrills gone its time to move on to the next thing, live by your own rules, change them, make them as you go, if you want something dont be afraid to go for it, but no one likes waiting, dont wait, most of the time once you stop waiting they’ll come back to you if they want you, if they dont, be happy, because you skipped getting hurt. Be smart, follow your instincts. Fashion, its not about following whats cool, its about wearing what you want to fucking wear, if people dont like it, who gives a shit, what’s in style changes every month, wear yourself, your personality, its probably one of the best ways to express yourself. I’m not going to be that person that looks back on the years of my youth, the years im allowed to make mistakes and learn from them, the years of fun and games, and wish i’d been like that one girl, who had a crazy fun life, never got bored, i want memories, amazing memories, with the amazing people ive met, and im going to meet, i want those romances ill always remember, and times ill never forget, ill have my time in life to be mature, but for now im just doing what feels right, im living…

This is possibly the best decision ive made in a long time;

i cut myself a new hair do. i was feeling impulsive and decided to give it a hack. i cut it too short. especially the bangs but you know what? i think its great - it looks shit but i dont care.

and this - the fact that i dont care, makes me feel good.

i wanna be rich, buy a huge loft in the city and buy fifty five tonnes of indie clothes

and fucking live.