Walking into the sunset :) @badboyriri23 @yuehnicorn @cheweyiscool @cndyly

Thanks for the swell night jonno!! Happy 21st :D

He was schlansky, I was Conan 🔎

So I earned a medal yesterday but I think it's safe to say that my paper ribbon is a whole lot nicer :) thanks @badboyriri23 and Angela!!!!

regram @shevind Since becoming president of the Alumni Committee, I really wanted to create an association where people remained connected to one another from high school, form a good structure for the Committee with good people who share the same visions and goals, who would also work towards doing great things for the school. I'm so proud of our Committee for working so hard behind-the-scenes for the past few months to reach a point where all those goals are being achieved slowly. With a kickass team who have created solid foundations, we're finally able to organise trips to bring everyone together and organise events to benefit the students back at school. Exciting times and big love to @kinggeah @jackmarq95 @larochness @daviniapk @nickdoesnthaveinsta @bhawannidoesnthaveinsta @shamaradoesnthaveinsta @angeladoesnthaveinsta

Dungeons and dragons 🐲 we have the best map boy

Super late upload from ONA trivia night!!

Substation j 🚧⚡

🚢 boat!

Welcome to much bachelor pad @a_duelcorn

23/7/2015

  I have just finished one of the most confusing and moving books I’ve ever read in my life. I can’t even begin to describe what the book is about and I know that even if I attempted to verbalise its contents I’d fail to do Murakami justice. The wind-up bird chronicle. Maybe this book moved me so much because I also am as convoluted and dark as the characters in the novel.

The cannelloni is done.

As I was saying, before my microwave alerted to me to retrieve the steaming hot cannelloni from its innards, all the characters in this book seemed lost. Right now, I know I am. Unfortunately I don’t have a well to descend down into like Mr. Okada, I just have my thoughts, my friends and the stream. There is a recurring scene of a hotel room. Mr. Okada is trying to find out where he is, what he is doing there, who wants to hurt him and who the mysterious lady is, in room 208. This labyrinth exists in his mind and yet coexists in others’ without him knowing. He has a strong sense of purpose and despite the hotel being imaginary, his being and the people that play their roles in his dream are linked to the real world.

Many enigmatic characters are placed into the flow of Mr. Okada’s life.  Many of these enigmas are also gifted in matters otherworldly and their stories are left half told. His wife leaves him, he gains a special power, a bluish mark on his face and it seems that his love for his wife goes beyond our reality. He luckily has two realities so this makes sense to me. But after finishing this book I was filled with an undeniably strong sense of confusion. While I felt I had understood Murakami’s story on a primal and instinctual level, on a more articulate plane I become lost. There are so many bits of unravelled string that no matter how long I spend trying to spin these threads together again, I will never be attain the perfect ball of yarn.

And then I recalled a memory that I didn’t know I had forgotten. These memories are always ones you don’t want to remember or should not remember but remember anyway. This memory stirred something inside of my so greatly that I was propelled to visit the stream again and write everything that I am saying now. As I finished reading I asked myself ‘what was that? What did that even mean?’ and then I recalled the person who I used to ask these questions and who would try to help me despite never having heard of the subject in question and more often than not, succeeding in reassuring my doubts. I started remembering more about this person. I even cried a little. Why did this person have to become such a horrible memory?

I realised I forgot to explain myself. I also feel lost. Just like Mr. Okada. But instead of being in a labyrinth, I’m falling.  But while I am falling I am experiencing things and seeing things, much like how Alice falls down the rabbit hole. However, unlike that precocious pre-teen, what I am experience is a bit more uncertain, unpredictable and life-altering. I will not end up in wonderland. No I will not chance upon a beautiful garden. When I land, assuming that I won’t die on impact, I will be more than Bianca and less at the same time. I’m not sure what that means, and I’m not sure who I hope will read this. I guess, even amongst all this confusion, I have some weird certainty that I will be okay. Like Mr. Okada’s unyielding love for Kumiko.

I didn’t know that was achievable.

21/6/2015

I wish you could feel this feeling. I’m not sure what it is. It scratches at my skin and bursts out of my fingertips. Am I innovating or deteriorating? Beginning or ending? Like Mary, I’ve stepped out, and for once I feel. A teetering balance between wanting and contentment. A fulcrum slightly off-centred. Should I stay or should I go? I don’t know if I miss you but I know something is not whole; I know something is not whole And I know I can’t stay. Come with me?

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This photo is everything. 

Beginners (2010) dir. Mike Mills “We didn’t go to this war. We didn’t have to hide to have sex. Our good fortune allowed us to feel a sadness that our parents didn’t have time for and a happiness that I never saw with them.”