My Country, My Home

Recently I’ve gotten back into running, which I used to do everyday after school, and I only realised how much I missed it once I started up again. I’ve been out running only twice this week because of the unpredictable weather and my volleyball game/netball training during the week, but those two times that I’ve been out have been the best moments in my day each time.

I literally got back from a run about 5 minutes ago and the reason I decided to so hastily write this is because today, as I stopped to catch my breath, I lent on the gate to a paddock and looked out across the rolling hills and trees dotted among flocks of sheep and shimmering dams. There is absolutely no place in the world that I feel safer and at home than out in the middle of nowhere with only my neighbors and I’s houses and the cows and sheep mooing and baaing from dawn till dusk. There is no where I feel happier than strolling across wide open paddocks and leaning against a towering tree to stare out into the muddy dams and endless hills on the horizon. I love the place I live more than anything, and recently I’ve been taking that for granted, so as I walked away from the paddock and continued on my run, I made a vow to myself that I would spend every minute I could out in those paddocks and under those trees. Because who knows when that could all be taken away from me.

I know this was a super random post, cause I’ve been away for ages (even though I said I would try to get back into blogging) but I just felt really inspired to start blogging again today. Who knows if it will stick, but I’ll try to stick to my usual Sunday posting schedule. So we’ll see if I remember to post next week. Fingers crossed!

img_1818-7

 

The Years To Come

Life is moving by so quickly.

In merely 9 days I’m going to be 15. 15! It’s such a small number, yet it seems so enormous and encompassing. I’ve been on this Earth for 15 years. 15 years where I’ve seen tragedy, joy, illness, destruction, actions of kindness that only occur every so often and everything in between. Hell, I even remember when nobody worried about climate change and everyone said things like “that won’t happen in my lifetime”. Look at the world now. I wonder what those people are thinking now.

In 5 weeks, semester 2 is going to start. It’s going to be term 3. That means that we are almost half way through the year.

It’s going to be June in 3 days. We only have 6 months left of 2017. Why do I feel like I’ve done nothing in that time? In 6 months you could be in your second trimester of pregnancy. In 6 months you could have traveled the whole of Europe. You could do so many things in 6 months but here I am sitting in my bedroom and all I have to show for 6 months are some crappy paintings, mediocre grades and a fucked up ankle.

Side note: Oh yeah by the way last weekend I fell over at netball and stuffed my ankle up so I had to go to hospital and get x rays and shit and they told me that I tore some really big ligaments in my foot which sucks and they said that if it doesn’t heal properly then I won’t be able to play netball ever again which I am sort of panicking about because netball is my escape and I love it with a passion so I can’t give it up. Okay deep breaths ha that was a long old sentence.

On June 3rd I’m going to be in Queensland. I’m going to Cairns and then Port Douglas which are cities up around the Great Barrier Reef in Australia and we’re going snorkeling and we’re gonna walk through the rain forests. It’s gonna be so fucking fun. I’ll definitely write a blog post for you guys about it when I get back.

At the end of this year I’ll be going on year 9 camp where we go to Sydney and basically do like a mini Amazing Race sort of thing.

I’m going to a Harry Styles concert in Sydney in December.

I’m going to an Ed Sheeran concert in March 2018.

I’m going to be in year 10.

I’m going to be 16

I’m going to learn to drive.

I’m going to graduate from high school.

I’m going to be in college (by the way college in Australia is year 11 and 12, not university).

I’m going to be in year 11.

I’m going to be a senior.

I’m going to be 17.

I’m going to get my P plates.

I’m going to get a job.

I’m going to be in year 12.

I’m going to be 18.

I’m going to be able to drink alcohol.

I’m going to graduate.

I’m going to go to university.

All of the stuff that I’ve listed above is all the shit that’s going to happen in the next 3 and a half years. 3 and a half fucking years. That’s nothing in the grand scheme of things. But yet, these next 3 and a half years are going to be the craziest years of my life so far.

And to be honest, I’m looking forward to it.

But I’m also a little scared.

But that’s okay. Because being scared means that you’re self aware. It means that you know that not everything is going to be perfect and you’re going to make mistakes and there’s going to be times when everything really fucking sucks. But you’ll get through it. And I know that because if you’re still here, alive right now, living on this Earth, then you’ve gotten through everything else.

So why couldn’t you get through this?

 

 

Anzac Day – We Will Remember Them

Two blog posts in one day. Shit. Aren’t I great?

Anyway the reason I’m posting this quick post is because today in Australia it is Anzac Day. If you don’t know what Anzac Day is; 1) how uncultured of you and 2) you can look at the post I did last year here where I explained what it was about.

I just wanted to say that I am so thankful for all that the Australian and New Zealander soldiers did for us. If it weren’t for them our country would not be the same as it is today. So for that, I am eternally grateful.

I did this last year, but I’m going to do it again. Below here is the well-known poem that is often recited at Anzac ceremonies so please read through it and afterwards, if you’re feeling compassionate, have a minute of silence for yourself just as every Australian and New Zealander did across the nation today.

 

We shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old,

Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn,

At the going down of the sun and in the morning,

We will remember them

Lest we forget

img_1818-4

How To Speak Australian

Hey guys!

Recently in English we’ve been learning about etymology, the study of words. Last lesson we watched a video about Australian slang and the whole class was completely cracking up, realising how much slang we use in our daily lives. So today I thought I’d share with you some Australian slang and how to speak Australian.

First of all, we love to shorten words. Words that really don’t need to be shortened, we freaking shorten them anyway!

I’ll give a few examples:

  • biscuit – bickie
  • afternoon – arvo
  • football – footy
  • sunglasses – sunnies
  • relatives – rellies
  • kindergarten – kindy
  • lipstick – lippie
  • magpie – maggie
  • mosquito – mossie
  • pregnant – preggers
  • present – pressie
  • Christmas – Chrissy
  • Australia – Aussie
  • McDonalds – Maccas
  • Schnitzel – Schnitty
  • Woolworths – Woolies (a supermarket company here)

And that’s just to name a few.

Now, there’s a few categories that Australian slang phrases fit into.There’s having a chat to your friends, having a fight, gossiping, etc. For example, if you see a friend down the street, nobody in Australia’s gonna say good day, friend. How has your day been? If someone said that to me I’d probably laugh and walk away. No, the correct dialogue is g’day, mate. How’s it going?

If someone apoligised to you about something, you’d probably say no worries. And if you wanted to say thank you to someone you would say ta. If you’re annoyed about something, bloody hell. If you’re tired, I’m stuffed or I’m buggered. If someone did something good, good on ya. When someone is a bit unsophisticated and are a bit weird, bogans. If something seems a bit weird or not right, dodgy. If something is great, it’s a beauty. If you are annoyed at something, bugger it. If you’re annoyed at someone, get stuffed or come off it. If someone is a bit dodgy and bogan, their a dag. If someone deserves something bad that’s happened, sucked in. When saying goodbye, have a good one. If you think something will be okay, she’ll be right. When you want to try something, give it a crack. 

We also have a few things for foods and other random objects as well.

A sausage is called a snag. A sandwich is a sanger.Tucker means food.A biscuit is a bickie. Brekkie is breakfast. Chewie is chewing gum. Chokkie is chocolate. Daks is pants. Trackies are tracksuit pants. Cozzie is swimming costume. Dunny is toilet. Esky is coolbox. Grog is alcohol. Icy pole is ice lolly. Jocks is male underwear. Lollies are sweets. Loo is toilet. Munchies are snacks. Pav is pavlova (the dessert). Spag bol is spaghetti bolognese. Stubby is a beer bottle. Thongs are flip flops (not underwear!). Veggies or veg and vegetables. A ute is like a little truck or a utility vehicle.

How about we construct a paragraph now and test your Australian slang knowledge. To properly experience this you will need to read it in an extremely strong Aussie accent.

Here we go.

Yesterday arvo me and my mates chucked a few stubbies in the esky and packed a few sangers and snags for the barbie at the beach with my rellies.We hopped into the ute with our cozzies and thongs then headed for the beach. Before we got there we went for a Maccas run but I wanted a schnitty so we stopped by the Woolies in town. We played a bit of footy and told our mate to get sucked in when he fell in the water. All the mossies were out that night and the maggies were swooping us from the trees. Luckily I bought me sunnies though cause I was buggered by the end of the night. We chucked a few snags on the barbie and cooked up some veggies then had a pav for dessert with a block of chokkie. The dunny at the camp was gross as but I really had to go to the loo so I dropped me daks and jocks and went in the bushes. Before bed we had a few munchies and a bikkie with me cuppa. The ocean was a right beauty but one of me dodgy mates was being a bogan and ruined the night.We told him to get stuffed. The next morning we went for a dip before brekkie then all headed home. Told me mates to have a good one and it was no worries for bringing em along.

And there you go now you know how to speak fluent Australian. Also, if you found this amusing then I suggest you watch this video and this one. You might not understand the second one if you’re foreign but it’s a proper laugh if you follow along quick enough.

Have a good one mate!

Love always

Jags xxx

May Favourites!

Hey guys!

I’m back again with another favourites! Let’s just go straight into it!

First off I have the books that I read this month which were This Is Where The World Ends by Amy Zhang and The Things I Didn’t Say by Kylie Fornasier.

Oh. My. God.

Both of these books were absoloutely AMAZING and I couldn’t put either of them down. I would highly recommend checking out both of these if you are into drama and romance books. Especially The Things I Didn’t Say as it was a bit different to the regular teen drama book. I read it on my trip to Melbourne last week to see my mum and I was smiling all the way there and getting some really weird looks from strangers.

Next I have a lip balm that I got from my grandparents. It’s a marshmallow flavoured lip balm from MOR. I’ve been using it heaps at school and at home as it’s Winter here and my lips get SUPER dry in cold weather so this has been perfect to keep my lips really soft. It not only smells good but it actually moisturizes really well!

photo 1 - Copy.JPG

Now this one probably won’t be available to most of you as it is an Australian sort of treat. It’s called Milo which is a chocolaty powder that you mix in with milk to make a chocolate milk thing. It may not sound that great but if you ever get the chance to try it then you will know why I’m putting this on my favourites. I’ve been drinking so much of it this month and I honestly can’t get enough of it.

I went to Melbourne, as I said before, and I bought some things from the Melbourne markets while I was down there with my mum and I’ve been really loving the things that I got. First of all was this bracelet with the little leaf on it. I just think it’s really cute and I’ve been wearing loads lately. It’s also a bit different to the usual brightly coloured artificial stuff in normal stores and it’s nice to have something a bit more natural.

photo 2 - Copy (2)

I also got these socks which are SUPER cute! They’re so dainty and I LOOOOOOOVE them. We also got my sister a pair and she’s been wearing them so much so (I think) she likes them as well.

photo 4 - Copy.JPGphoto 3 - Copy.JPG

Lastly I got these rings which are not from the Melbourne markets but from Sportsgirl which we went to while we were down there and I spotted these and thought they were really nice. I had to use my $15 gift card voucher by the 5th of June anyway so I thought I’d better spend it before it ran out! Anyway, I’ve been wearing one of these rings to school everyday and alternating between them. I like the arrow one the most though, for me it’s kind of a symbol of striving on and not looking at the past, just to keep going forward.

photo 5 - Copy (2).JPG

Well that’s it for May favourites! I’m kind of pumped for June as it’s the month of my birthday (6th of June! Whoop, whoop!) and I’m looking forward to that. Also it’s only three weeks until the end of term now so I’m just awaiting my freedom of two weeks until I have to go back to school yet again.

Hooray for education.

Love always

Jags xxx

Anzac Day

Hey guys!

So in Australia and New Zealand we have this day called Anzac Day on the 25th of April which is a day on which we remember and give thanks to the soldiers who gave their lives for our country in war. Particularly the First World War when the Anzacs went to Gallipoli and if you’re not aware of what happened at Gallipoli, it was very tragic and many lives were lost over the fight at Gallipoli. Over 8, 000 Australian soldiers were killed.

ANZAC stands for Australian and New Zealand Army Corps. Essentially it’s just the combined Australian and New Zealand army forces.

In most schools we have special Anzac ceremonies where we have guest speakers from the army and all of the defense students and their parents come in and do some ceremonial things. It’s a very sad time for us all to think about but the point of Anzac Day is to remember those who died in order for us to be a free and happy country.

I’ve never really thought much about Anzac Day because honestly I was a stupid little shit but in this Anzac Ceremony I was really thinking about all of those people, young and old who died for me to live in a happy environment. So I thought it was only fair to write a special blog post about it.

On Anzac Day we always have a minute of silence where we are meant to stand in silence and remember and thank all the Anzacs for what they did for us. In this minute of silence it is tradition for a trumpet to be played and truly it’s something that I love hearing because it’s the sound of us remembering and being thankful for what we have which is not something that happens too often in modern civilization.

I wrote a bit of a short story to show a bit more about what Anzac day is for us, I hope you enjoy it!

I remember the icy cold air that bit my face and skin before I stepped into the midst of battle. The thick uniforms of which we wore and the cold metal helmets that shielded our lives. The feeling of the gun in my hand, held with responsibility and courage to protect my country. I remember my friends, old and new and my opponents yelling and screaming as we ran towards each other in a fury. Some of the faces across from me were so young that my memories from those times were growing fuzzy but some had lived the same years as me, experiencing the same things and breathing the same air. The sound of shots being fired filled the air and bullets flashed past me in a blur. My fellow soldiers were falling to the ground around me, some lay to their deaths but some stood and kept fighting. I remember the red hot pain that slashed through my leg as I fell to the ground myself, the crumpled red poppies of Flanders Field surrounding me. And I remember the kind man’s face as he stopped and lent down to help me. But I also remember him jolting as a bullet tore through his chest, sending him tumbling down onto me as blood spurt from his wound. I remember the dread and shame as I dragged his body and my own across the ground towards safety. Then the thankful moment when I was hauled to the safety I had been willing for and the dreadful one when the kind man was blanketed by a white sheet and his kind face was never seen again. And now as I stand here remembering these things in that same old uniform, medals lining my chest, I listen to the trumpet play that familiar tune. The silence of the crowd is overwhelming but I know what they are thinking. They are remembering. And as dawn becomes day we all chant together in hope and thanks, “Lest we forget.”

That was way longer than I expected it to be. Sorry! But I hope you found it interesting.

By the way, the relevance of the poppies in Flanders Field is because the poppies were the natural flowers that were growing in the field at the time but were destroyed as a result of the fighting although they did grow back but they are now a symbol that we use a lot for Anzac Day. I think it was said that they were red poppies because they had been coloured with the blood of fallen soldiers which is very depressing.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed reading this post, although it’s not very relevant to most of you I really wanted to post this and maybe some of you did enjoy learning about Anzac Day. Lastly I have this poem that is said at the Anzac ceremonies for you guys and if you would like more information on Anzac Day then you can click here. Thanks for reading!

 

We shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old,

Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn,

At the going down of the sun and in the morning,

We will remember them

Lest we forget

Love always

Jags xxx