An age old question.

When I was in my teenage years, it used to be the case that I had more guyfriends than I had girlfriends but these days, it would seem that there’s been a bit of a reversal. I used to find that being a friend with a member of the opposite sex was a simpler more comfortable kind of relationship than those relationships I had with people of the same sex. There was less pressure to act a particular way for fear of judgment and while this is still true to some extent today, I’m finding that the majority of my good friends are female rather than male. I can be as goofy and dopey as I like with my girlfriends but I seriously miss the uncomplicated male friendships that I used to have. This got me wondering, am I subconsciously afraid or at least more wary of men now? Can I actually maintain a healthy friendship with a man without ever wanting it to go further?

Having battled my way through a few different romantic relationships in my post-adolescence years, I think that it’s really tainted the way that I now relate to men and how easily I can befriend them. I don’t want to consume men the way I consume ice-cream but when I do meet a new man who has the potential to be a great friend, my first thought isn’t “Ok well he’s a pretty rad dude! Lets be friends.” but rather my brain goes straight to considering how compatible we could be as a couple and how good of a kisser he might be. Sure I did think about this when I was younger (I was a teenage girl after all) but it wasn’t the first thing that came to mind like it is now. A devastating realization in itself I assure you.

It really would be nice to know what’s happened to my brain over the last eight years that’s made me change my friendship tune from male to female? Sure it’s easy enough for me to relate those of the same gender but I used to hate all of the bullshit drama that would come along with being in constant contact with a bunch of girls. Being friends with a guy was just so much easier! Nevertheless, it would seem that I kind of love the drama these days. My life is so uncomplicated and boring at the moment that any excitement or drama that comes from someone else’s life is far more entertaining than anything that I can come up with on my own. However this doesn’t mean that I intentionally cause drama or insert myself where I don’t belong, it’s not my style. The thing is that lady gossip is just so much more intriguing and scandalous to listen to than man gossip (I have no doubt that there’s just as much man gossip as there is lady gossip. I’m pretty sure that men are bigger gossips than we are!)

Getting back on track. This has now got me thinking that while having a friendship with a single guy as a teenager was fairly uncomplicated and easy, having one with a single guy now would probably be more trouble than it’s worth. I get nervous and weird around some of my single guy friends (well one in particular but I won’t get into that) because I can’t help but have little daydreams about being with that person. It’s a torturous habit that will clearly never bear any fruit but I put myself through it all the same. If the situation ever eventuates that I end up dating one of my single guy friends, what happens when (not if) we break up? Do our friends have to choose sides? Is the break amicable enough to remain in the same room? DEAR GOD! Would there be “friendship assets” that we’d have to split up? He would get to see my friends but I wouldn’t get to see his or vise versa? See what I mean by it being more trouble than it’s worth?

Anyway, I’m just as confused as I was before so I’m not going to get an answer for my questions any time soon. Here’s to trying to figure it all out. Some day anyway.

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Eyes bright, chins up, smiles on. I’m talking to you, Katniss.

I think I’m obsessed with The Hunger Games. So obsessed that last night I saw The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (2013) for the third time and I’ll undoubtedly buy the DVD to watch it another hundred times. J-Law  and her insane archery skills just get me every time.

The film itself is a great adaptation of Suzanne Collins’ 2009 novel of the same title. It must be noted that while the director of the first film, Gary Ross, did a good job, Francis Lawrence (director of Catching Fire) surpassed his predecessor by leaps and bounds. I don’t know if it was because the material was better at capturing audiences or if Lawrence is just a better director but I enjoyed the second film vastly more than the first. It probably also helped that I knew more of the back story and had spent the last twelve months eagerly anticipating its release. Simply put, I freaking loved it! My sister made the comment after seeing the film for the first time last night that the whole thing made her feel stressed. Not stressed in so much that she didn’t thoroughly enjoy the film (she definitely did), stressed in that she can’t believe that one person, Katniss Everdeen (played by Jennifer Lawrence), can be put through so much and still be kicking. I think that it’s a testament to both the character of Katniss Everdeen as well as the performance given by Jennifer Lawrence that this series has become so globally successful. I also think that it can be unanimously agreed upon that President Snow is an evil son of a bitch. Anyway back to the film.

As we saw in the first film, the costuming, make-up and sets were all above reproach and Catching Fire (2013) is no different. From the simply leather jacket and boots Katniss wears in District 12 to the lavish gowns she wears in the Capitol, each costume is perfectly matched to her character. The same can be said of the characters of Effie Trinket (Elizabeth Banks), Peeta Mellark (Josh Hutcherson) and Haymitch Abernathy (Woody Harrelson). The costume, make-up and set departments on this film definitely earned their paychecks. In combination with all of these other departments, the special effects and digital effects departments also did a great job of seamlessly blending the computer generated action with the live action. The poisonous fog and the tidal wave are only but two shining examples of that amazing work and I cannot wait to see what the future films have in store for audiences.

I also feel that I need to mention the performance given by Elizabeth Banks as Effie because in the scene when she’s handing out the gold tokens to Haymitch and Peeta before the games, she says how both Peeta and Katniss deserved so much better and no matter how many times I see this scene, I cry. It just makes me wish that the movies were real so I could go and give Effie a hug. Maybe one day I’ll get to meet Elizabeth Banks and I can be that weirdo fan who says “I just really loved that part in Catching Fire when… I cry every single time!”

Now this is usually the point where I express my less-than-satisfied opinion of one or two aspects of the film but I have to be honest, I loved this film that much that I have nothing negative to say about it. Every facet of The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (2013) was an absolute pleasure to witness and I’m waiting on bated breath for the release of The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part One in 2014.

Just another reshuffle.

Earlier on in my university degree I had to write a series of “textual experiments” whereby I was to transform an existing text into the form of another. We were given a list of texts to choose from and one of those was written by Richard Brautigan. The text itself is called The Scarlatti Tilt and is two simple sentences.

“It’s very hard to live in a studio apartment in San Jose with a man who’s learning to play the violin.” That’s what she told the police when she handed them the empty revolver.

There’s a lot that can be read into those sentences. Did the woman shoot her roommate? Who was he? Her lover? What was he doing learning to play the violin? There are endless opportunities for expansion on this particular text but I wanted to think outside of the box and so I decided to go way out and transform these two, simple yet descriptive sentences into a recipe. I was so proud of what I had come up with that I thought I’d share it with you all to see what you think.

Recipe for Frustration Alleviation

Serves a sentence for 2

Caution: This recipe can incite rash decisions with dire consequences.

Time

5-6 weeks of soaking and marinating for an intense outburst of flavour.

85-90 minutes of cooking time to allow for the appropriate actions and reactions.

Ingredients

1 studio apartment in San Jose

1 county jail cell

1 male lead, soaked in relief

1 female lead, marinated in nonchalance

1 revolver, recently fired and emptied

1 violin

1 dead body encased in a chalk outline

2 police officers

5-6 questions with coinciding answers

A dash of an essence of mystery

Remorse to taste

Method

  1. Over a period of 5-6 weeks, allow for the male and female leads to soak and marinate in frustration, anger and annoyance before allowing them to breathe in relief and nonchalance.
  2. Preheat the ducted air conditioning to approximately 55 degrees Fahrenheit.
  3. Combine the male and female leads along with the violin in the studio apartment in San Jose.
  4. Fire the revolver until the bullet chamber is empty and the revolver has cooled (permit approximately 15-20 minutes for this entire process).
  5. Add the 2 police officers and the empty revolver.
  6. Mix vigorously until all ingredients are combined.
  7. Once at the appropriate level of confusion, add a dash of the essence of mystery just to further develop and intensify the flavour.
  8. Remove the dead body from the chalk outline.
  9. Fold in the chalk outline until it can be identified throughout the mixture. Note that the dead body must be removed from the chalk outline before adding it to the mixture; otherwise you run the risk of contaminating the mixture with unsavoury textures.
  10. Allow the mixture to rest for 30-35 minutes whereby 5-6 questions are slowly incorporated.
  11. Raise the temperature in the San Jose studio apartment to approximately 60-65 degrees Fahrenheit.
  12. During the resting time, allow the 5-6 questions to coincide with answers from the male and female leads. Answers must be to the point where appropriate and if you like, add a little remorse to taste.
  13. Permit the mixture to extrapolate extra information for a further 30-40 minutes or until the essence of mystery rises. At this time, raise the temperature a further 5 degrees Fahrenheit.
  14. Once the mixture is cooked and cooled, remove it from the studio apartment and relocate it to the county jail cell.
  15. Serve hot or cold with a side of life in jail.

YOU SHALL NOT PASS! Sorry, what’s that? You have a ticket. Oh ok, go on through.

Elves, dwarves, men and goblins not to mention a talking bloody dragon! Dear God yes! All of the mythical and mystical creatures that pique my imagination and sense of adventure are all rolled into the latest installment of Peter’s Jackson’s film franchise based on J.R.R Tolkien’s phenomenal novel The Hobbit (1937), The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug (2013). Now I know that there’s been much debate as to Jackson’s decision to split the novel into three films but I really couldn’t care less. Yes the story is dragged out but seriously, why wouldn’t you do it this way? The shameless capitalisation of a canonical text for popular and sci-fi/fantasy culture is money well spent I think. You can’t tell me that you wouldn’t do the same thing given the opportunity? (If you say that you’d stay true to the text and only release one film, you’re deluded. Money people. And lots of it.) So in keeping with my 2014 New Years Resolutions, here’s my riveting review. Enjoy.

It was a dark and stormy night when I decided to treat myself to a film experience like none other. Well not really. It was the middle of the day and I was escaping the heat wave by sheltering in the air-conditioned cinema along with about half of Brisbane. It was just a happy coincidence that The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug (2013) was on at the same time and I kind of knew what to expect having seen the first Hobbit film as well as all of The Lord of the Rings films. Alas, I’m getting off track.

The cinema lights darkened, the music began to play and then we were off into the wild and mysterious world of Middle Earth. Within the opening few minutes of the film, audiences find themselves transported back to Bree and The Prancing Pony twelve months prior to the beginning of Thorin’s quest to reclaim his homeland. For those who have read J. R. R. Tolkien’s novel, you have an idea of what can be expected. What I didn’t expect to see was a 3 second spot of director Peter Jackson eating a carrot and then exiting the screen stage left. I must admit, it made me smile and I hope that others found the cameo a little amusing as well.

Now on to the film itself. As with every Peter Jackson film, the costuming and sets didn’t fail to impress in terms of their grandeur and intricacies as did the special effects. However, there were a few times where I didn’t think that the effects were up to par. For fear of spilling the beans for those of you who haven’t seen the film yet I won’t go into too much detail but I will say that some of the computer graphics felt a little dated. I don’t know if it was because of the kind of effect is was or the technician who created it but it really didn’t feel as seamless as previous effects. I think that digital special effects and computer graphics have now come to the point where it’s possible to blend them into the live action without blatantly pointing out “HEY! Look at me! I’m a computer generated action sequence!”. For the most part, the film’s computer graphic technicians did a great job of doing this but there were definitely a few instances where it looked more like a video game than a film.

I think that it must also be mentioned that despite my love for Orlando Bloom, Legolas looks like he’s aged a bit since The Lord of the Rings films. I know that the aging process is an inevitable part of life but this is the movies people! Surely something could have been done so that he doesn’t look older in the story that predates The Lord of the Rings.

In more positive news, the cast and performances were excellent not to mention the riveting fight scenes between the dwarves, elves and orcs! The unparalleled acrobatics of the elves alone was enough to get my blood pumping and make me want to immerse myself into the world of Middle Earth forever and always. The fight scene when the dwarves were escaping the clutches of King Thranduil as well as the advances of the orcs was, and I’ll say it again, excellent! Who knew that a barrel could work so effectively as armour?

The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug (2013) was, in my opinion, pretty much everything I expected it to be and I cannot wait for the final installment The Hobbit: There and Back Again to be released at the end of 2014.

The Bridget Jones Effect.

I recently received the new Helen Fielding novel Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy (2013) from my sister for Christmas. I haven’t read it yet (I’m currently immersed in the world of George R. R. Martin) and I haven’t read either of Fielding’s Bridget Jones predecessors but it prompted me to download the two consequent Rene Zellweger films Bridget Jones’s Diary (2001) and Bridget Jones: Edge of Reason (2004). I hadn’t seen either film in years and was greatly looking forward to snuggling down into my bed and preoccupying myself with Bridget’s verbal diarrhea, excessive drinking and chain smoking not to mention fawning over Mark Darcy (Colin Firth) and Daniel Cleaver (Hugh Grant). A little eye candy never hurt anyone.

So there I am, happily settling into the groove of the film watching Bridget (Zellweger) slopping about in her pajama’s with a glass of red wine in hand, mouthing the words to Celine Dion’s “All By Myself” when it occurs to me, dear God. That’s probably (almost definitely) going to be me. I’ve now been on the singles table for close to five years (with no future relationship prospects in sight) and have pretty much all but given up on finding my own version of Mark Darcy. I’d rather sit at home on a Saturday night and sob into my pillow while watching a hopelessly romantic film than go out and “mingle”. The mere thought of embarking on a Saturday night quest to find Mr. Right is enough to send me back into bed with a tub of ice-cream (there go my New Years Resolutions) because I know that no matter how many nights I go out, I’ll never find the man of my dreams in a bar. A truly negative outlook on the dating scene but I’m yet to be proven wrong.

I know I’m nowhere near a perfect specimen of the female form but it would be nice to find someone who says to me, and I quote Mark Darcy here, “I don’t think you’re an idiot at all. I mean, there are elements of the ridiculous about you. Your mother’s pretty interesting. And you really are an appallingly bad public speaker. And, um, you tend to let whatever’s in your head come out of your mouth without much consideration of the consequences… But the thing is, um, what I’m trying to say, very inarticulately, is that, um, in fact, perhaps despite appearances, I like you, very much. Just as you are.” (Bridget Jones’s Diary, 2001) A girl can dream.

ZERO TO HERO: 30 Days To A Better Blog.

It’s a new year and so I needed an extra little kick to get things moving for 2014. As a result of my despicable lack of ideas for posts as well as my addiction to the excellent posts on The Daily Post, I came across the Zero to Hero challenge. Thirty days of writing and blog challenges to enhance my existing blog. It sounded so good that I signed up then and there. Here’s the first challenge.

DAY 1: INTRODUCE YOURSELF

Who am I?

I’ve already given a vague introduction in my “About” pages on my blog (Who am I you ask? and Just a little more) but here’s an little something extra. I’m a 20-something-year-old single lady living in Brisbane, Australia and I’m currently half way through a Secondary Education degree with a major in English and a minor in Film & Media Studies (just in case you haven’t already figured that out). I work for a university (no, not the one I study at) as an administration officer and while I like to complain profusely about my job, I know that I probably won’t leave until I graduate from my degree at the end of 2015. The pay is just too obscenely good to give it up just yet.

Like any normal person of the female persuasion, I struggle with maintaining a “healthy” lifestyle due to my addiction to chocolate and pastries in combination with my love for sitting around watching movies and TV shows that are so bad that they’re good. I try to combat my bad habits with good ones (attempting to eat better occasionally, going to bootcamp 2-3 times a week, paying netball etc) but I tend to go through stages and there’s no point in trying to go against the tide.

Without sounding too clichéd, I have an undying love and passion for travel and exploring the unknown. If I’m not about to go on an overseas adventure, I’m usually in the stages of planning one. I love living in Brisbane but there are times when it gets a bit much. Brisbane (or Brisvegas as we locals have nicknamed it. Not sure why) is what I like to describe as a small, big city (despite it having the largest metropolitan area in the Southern Hemisphere) because everyone knows everyone. The six degrees of separation rule is in full effect here and it can feel a little claustrophobic at times. Brisvegians know what I’m taking about.

Why am I here?

Originally I started my blog as a university assignment in 2012 but once the assignment was complete I ignored my account until November 2013. Whilst trying to find ways to while away the dreary and dreadful hours at work, I stumbled upon my old, severely neglected account and figured that writing a blog was as good a way as any to help fill in my time. I started off writing small entries but then found that I had so many things I wanted to say and share with fellow bloggers. Sure I tell my tales of adventure and romance to my friends but blogging is a far more effective way for a greater global community to access my experiences and in turn, for me to access those experiences written about by other bloggers in the never-ending blogosphere.

If I’m going to be truly honest about why I’m here, it’s to see if my writing is as good as I like to think it is. I very rarely get to have my ego stroked so when I get a positive comment or a “Like” on one of my posts, I feel a great sense of validation as well as elation. There’s nothing quite like having a total stranger understand your perspective and like where you’re coming from. Keep the positivity rolling I say.

What do I want to write about?

I write about a lot of different things and I’d really like to keep it that way. I don’t want to be restricted to any one theme or topic so I’m going to avoid doing that if I can. I’ve read a bunch of different blogs that have been designed around a specific topic (photography, food etc) but I’ve found that the ones I enjoy reading the most are those bloggers who write about the everyday. They impart their personal experiences about relationships, work, travel and just life in general with witty little quips that have kept me entertained for hours (props to you Aussa Lorens with your HACKER. NINJA. HOOKER. SPY. tales). In terms of my own writing and posts, I hope that people find them as entertaining to read as I do when I write them. I suppose that as 2014 flies past us, a greater theme will emerge within my writing and topics. Being an English and Film Studies student, I think that it’s best to assume that there’s going to be a great many posts about films I’ve seen and popular culture as well as any other random thought that worms its way out of the depths of my brain.

What do I want to accomplish by writing a blog?

By writing a blog, I hope to impart some kind of wisdom or at least entertain the illusion of being a little bit wise in my 20’s. I want to be able to look back at what I’ve written and think “I make a good point” or “That was a surprisingly good topic of thought”. I want to be able to inspire others to further their writing and express their ideas in a safe environment where you’re free to say whatever you feel like at that particular moment. By the end of 2014, I hope to be able to look back and say “I pushed myself with this one thing and it paid off”. My blog is only in its infancy so there’s ample space and time for me to be able to expand my thoughts and ideas while also participating in the global community that blogging has manifested. Simply put, I just want to have a voice. In the word’s of Girls (2012) creator Lena Dunham “I don’t want to freak you out, but I think I may be the voice of my generation. Or at least a voice, of a generation.”

Where to begin?

Guilt. Where does one even begin to explain it, describe it or attempt to conquer it? G-U-I-L-T. It’s a terrible, terrible emotion that plagues on my sense of self-worth, my sense of goodness and my all round sense of happiness. It makes me feel bad about not doing something or festers for so long in my over-crowded head that I end up participating in something I would have been better off avoiding. It’s a fat, slimy worm of an emotion that slowly but surely eats away at the softest parts of my soul and leaves me empty and twitching with a knot the size of a rockmelon in the pit of my stomach. I feel guilty about so many things that I don’t even know where to begin. Even those things that I find pleasurable and have no self control over make me feel guilty! I feel guilty that my brother got me a decent gift for Christmas (there really is a first time for everything!) when all I gave him was a yo-yo and the book he gave me last year (It was a joke. Promise). I feel guilty about having neglected my blog for so long over the holiday period. I feel guilty about downloading pirated movies and TV shows from the Internet. I feel guilty about eating that chocolate bar and not doing any form of exercise to compensate. I JUST FEEL SO GODDAMN GUILTY! I think I need to do something about this guilt before it completely consumes me. The beginning of a new year seems like as good a time as any. Time for an explosive bomb dive into a guiltless existence.

Now guilt is no easy thing to combat. I feel like there’s always going to be something out there that’s going to make my stomach churn and my heart rate increase simply because I might regret that particular decision or indeed, that act of indecision. Anyway, I’ve been thinking about it and it occurred to be that I can absolutely reduce my sense of guilt and perhaps even beat it altogether. Recently I was talking to a friend over a delightful café breakfast and she suggested a “Year of Yes” where I do nothing but say yes to things all year long; the only exception is if the event is already clashing with a prior engagement. To a shut-in and home-body like me, the thought of saying yes to every single proposition scares the bejesus out of me not to mention my bank account. In theory, it’s an excellent idea and will definitely increase both my social life and livelihood (to an extent) but how realistic is it for me? With work, uni and travels in the works, I don’t think I’m a financially viable candidate for a “Year of Yes” so instead, I’m just going to make a bigger effort to put myself out there and actively participate in life rather than deciding to be a hermit and watch things on my laptop (a pleasurable past-time that makes me feel guilty). For example, I’m currently at work (first day back for 2014) and I’ve been invited to attend a Pool & BBQ Party afterwards. My lazy and antisocial self wants nothing more than to just go home, have a shower and curl up in bed with my dog to watch Girls (2012), Teen Wolf (2011) or some other equally good but bad TV series. This, however. shall not come to pass. I’m going to go home, get changed, buy some drinks and food and then head over to my friends house to hang out with them. I will be a social person and I will have a good time. That’s the plan and I’m going to try my darndest to continue this particular trend all year long. Hopefully more often than not it’s going to be to my benefit rather than my detriment but I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.

Here’s to 2014, a “Year of More Yes’s than No’s”.