the life of jules...

2012-02-15T14:28:00.002+11:00

2012-02-07T12:41:00.000+11:00

Jimmy Chen (www.jimmychenchen.com)recently wrote this article on the Thought Catalog which kind of blew my mind. First bit of writing I have read in a long time which made me stop in my tracks and feel that beautiful ache.

come as he was

2012-02-03T11:25:00.000+11:00

2012-01-25T15:07:00.000+11:00

oh man

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new york - i miss you.

2012-01-25T14:02:00.000+11:00

p e r f e c t i o n

2012-01-20T14:40:00.000+11:00

resolute

2012-01-18T16:44:00.000+11:00

Perth

2012 is feeling fucking rad so far.

Anything less then the best is a felony

into the sea

2012-01-18T14:13:00.000+11:00

2012-01-09T16:28:00.000+11:00

what i learnt last year:

* nothing in business is set in stone unless you have a signature and a contract

* complacency is food for fools

* bite off more than you can chew & ask for seconds

* more road trips and less head trips

* sea urchins are not meant to be ingested, I promise you

* live beyond your means and work hard to pay off your debts

* if your favourite chef fucks up more then once, he's only human, do it to me twice and that shit is unforgivable.

* courtesy waves never grow old

* realise that you can have more than one place to call home

* age is no determiner of wisdom or capability

* if you can only say it when you're drunk, maybe don't say it at all

* find a favourite someone, stay up all night and wake up slow

* record players are not just for hipsters, they are timeless and for good reasons

* justin timberlake is hilarious, get to know him

* place bets on everything

* bring a bottle of water

* ask your friends their opinions and never assume they hold the same ones as you

* mixed tapes still hold their weight in gold

* allow people to prove you wrong

* money is not happiness it's a currency

* unconditional love should still be met with respect and honour

* start from the start

* look up

"if the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is - infinite" william blake

2012-01-06T12:29:00.000+11:00

t o d a y

2011-12-15T12:09:00.000+11:00

the bestest

2011-12-13T14:48:00.000+11:00

this is what's up in byron today

2011-12-13T12:53:00.001+11:00

lunar eclipse 10-11/12/11. to the moon and back

2011-12-08T13:56:00.000+11:00

true that

2011-12-08T11:59:00.000+11:00

a trip down memory lane

2011-11-24T17:20:00.000+11:00

i wrote this in 2008... i had more wisdom 3 years ago than i do today. good. enjoy x

Long distance love affairs aren’t what they used to be. Today’s technology has really paved the way for us lovers who are separated by the seas. Hand written love letters have been replaced with text messaging, facebook and my personal favourite, skype. This doesn’t mean it makes it any easier though. If anything, it makes it all the more frustrating. To know exactly what your beloved is doing, through regular status updates, late night texts and instant messaging, definately makes the miles in between fade away. But in no way does it bring them any closer to you. It’s like being told exactly what you are receiving this year for Christmas, but without being allowed to actually unwrap and enjoy it. You have their love, but you don’t have them next to you. Instead, you rely on a computer screen and temperamental internet connection to keep the thread weaving between you.

The future of the future.

We place so much importance on future prospects. We plan and organise, we re-plan and re-organise, we move on to plan two and then three and then we assess our back-up plans. When does forward thinking morph into wishful thinking? Is our faith so brittle that it threatens to crumble at the first obstacle? To depend on forward planning, in the context of relationships, is to set up boundaries and barriers to what otherwise could have been. We need to remember our young and naïve friend, spontaneity. To be spontaneous in our decision making is to really hone in on our gut feelings. Our instincts need to be on the forefront of the choices we make. If it feels good, then go with it. If something isn’t feeling right, then it probably isn’t.

Life is best lived in moments.

Too much forward thinking can get you into trouble. Too much structure can leave you feeling boxed in without much room for error. What we forget is that we are meant to make mistakes. Just because we don’t poo our pants and eat crayons anymore doesn’t mean we aren’t subject to poor judgment. We are so acutely aware of making mistakes that we don’t put ourselves in situations that warrant on the spot decisions. Alternatively, we use forward planning to foresee any possible crossroads in the future, and we already make our minds up before the coin has even been flipped.

Inside us is a universe.

We are all individuals. Our personalities, our past and present experience, our hopes and our dreams, all converge to make up who we are on this day. What you feel now may not be what you feel in one week, one month, or one year’s time. Nothing is set in stone, nothing is guaranteed. Considering this, nothing should be taken for granted. It is more realistic to believe that anything is possible, rather than crunching the numbers and arriving at a perceived outcome. It’s humbling to think that everything around you is in flux: an ever changing, ever morphing universal continuum.

You got to have Faith.

There is a difference between forward planning and faith. Faith is intangible. It is the unison of truth and hope. It is quiet contentment and gratitude for what has yet to unfold. It doesn’t predict the future, but it connects you to the future in a less structured way. It fills the quiet night and calms the rising tide within your mind. It is the flicker of something stirring inside you, something that doesn’t let you sleep at night, something that craves your unrelenting attention. You use you faith like a drug, and let it run thick through your veins.

In a world that screams out deadlines and action plans, I am grateful to step up and say this: I choose to own each and every thing I feel. I choose to listen to that voice within. I choose to be here, and nowhere else but here, in this moment. And because of this, he is no longer all the way over there.

He sits listlessly inside my chest, and watches me as I undress

nothing is everything, i'm looking to the stars

2011-11-24T12:16:00.000+11:00

2011-11-02T10:01:00.000+11:00

the last weekend in october

2011-10-31T15:43:00.000+11:00

cool guys club

universe: this one's for you

2011-10-22T17:29:00.001+11:00

I have totally blurred the line between gut feeling and paranoia. Not typically am I a paranoid person at all,I'm pretty tuned into other people and how and why they may feel the way they do. But lately, my lord, I'm completely off kilter.

The last 72 hours have been so bizarre. I have had ex lovers tell me things they never voiced once the entire time we shared a space together. Not about lost love or misplaced devotion, but things about my personality that they struggled with the whole time. Wow. Comfortably confronting, like when you look in the mirror and you notice for the first time that your reflection looks different to how you used to remember it. Yeah it's you, but something has changed. A slight point of difference has crept into your expression without you even realising. It's fine though, it's totally cool, I promise.

Hindsight is a bitch at the best of times. However, hearing hindsight spoken from another person's mouth about you or that shared pocket of time is unsettling to say the least. Everyone is entitled to their opinions, and I welcome the challenge, but to sit there and listen to someone list all the cracks that eventually sunk the boat is a spicy pill to swallow. It's difficult to be humble over an empty bottle of expensive champagne. There's nothing to be done though, as the past has passed and there's skeletons all over the floor between us and in a way I find this brutal honesty to be hilarious. Honesty is a dish best served cold, I swear. But it was nonetheless refreshing. It was nice to sit there as we threw arrows at each other from across the table. It felt ok to do that because the damage had already been done, months and months ago. What we were doing now was just kicking at the rubble - digging up old bones can be kind of cool, for a moment.

Now I am feeling reflective and I'm thinking about the conversation critically, trying to understand why all that was even said in the first place. But I think I'm done with trying to dissect it, because people say shit all the time, whether it's because it sounds poetic to reminisce, or whether it's because it has been eating at them this whole time... what was said was said and now it's out there, in the ether, looking for a place to land.

Float on.

It's a pretty cool thing for two people who once shared all intimacy's, and who have since let it all go, to be able to catch up, hang out, and put a name to all the things that didn't quite work out as planned.

I'm liking being off kilter. I like knowing that I in fact, at times, know nothing. Sometimes my foresight is just an annoying pain in the ass that I wish I was born without. There isn't too much joy in being able to successfully predict how every situation will pan out. Fuck it, just see what unravels, let yourself be surprised.. maybe that gut feeling is just indigestion and you need to stop thinking so much and let it roll out.

I like being surprised. It keeps me on my toes. It keeps my ego in check by lighting up the darkest areas we choose to keep tucked away. No one likes to wear their pitfalls on their sleeve, especially when you think you know most things, especially people, man I know people.

Well it's no shocker but it turns out that the only person I really know is myself. I know that when you love someone, regardless of how intensely or for what length of time, you have to hand your trust over to that person whether you like it or not. You have to get thick skin and wear their honesty, no matter how ugly, like badge of honour on your chest, because it's all coming from a place that once held your love. Whether it worked out or not, whether you stayed together or not, you owe it to that person to be real and truthful. And it's cool because you're good, and I'm good, and it's been sweet seeing you again. Well wishes aside, this is just life.

I'm standing in front of the firing line and I'm loving the view. Here's to feeling off kilter.

2011-10-21T12:46:00.000+11:00

Meanwhile, at the Gateway to Space...

Richard Branson: I salute you.

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they say that the world was built for two

2011-10-19T11:37:00.000+11:00

2011-10-14T13:33:00.000+11:00

It's been a while since my last self indulgent post, so here's a little something for you to feast on - extra spicy with a side of tang.

Things you possibly don't know about me: (This excludes Rach, as she knows way too much)

I have recently gone on an indefinite meat detox. Those who know me, know too well how much I love the animal kingdom and their tasty tasty loins. I think I've taken meat for granted and have decided to go without for a bit. I'm having soup dumpling night terrors though... oh how i miss those little sacks of meaty/brothy goodness.
I have only now just discovered Arcade Fire. I can't get enough of 'modern man'. it hurts.
i had a revelation last night that i am perhaps destined to live my life in the northern hemisphere. my reason for this is based mainly on 2 things: i have reverse sleeping patterns at the moment- i don't even consider sleep until about 1 or 2am, and I snooze my alarm in the morning at least 5 times like a crack fox. The second reason: America. Yep.
I had a dream the other night that Chester (my dog) told me that he is Andre 3000. I totally believed him.
My roomy Dom Dwyer recently helped me do up my bicycle, which is now summer ready and aching to be ridden on a daily basis.
And summer is on my brain. Winter needs to end, Melbourne: STOP IT. It's half way through Spring and I'm still rocking 3 layers and sitting in front of heaters. I'm not even angry, I'm just disappointed.
Been thinking lately about how I'm turning 27 soon. Wowee. When I think of that age, I get the same feeling as when 1999 rolled into 2000: a mythical number, laden with potential, a clean slate, not that my slate is in any way dirty, it just feels good to have the luxury of being able to start from the start. Pockets full of ideas and a drive to make something really fucking awesome.
Which brings me to my next point. Have i told you that I am about to embark on a business extravaganza? It's true. Can't say too much at the moment, but let me just say this: I don't do things in halves... it is going to be the coolest of the cool.
Been having these late night revelations (more so than usual), that life is supposed to be lived. There's a quote that comes to mind about life not being a spectator sport, which i get, but i see the need more so than ever to really fight for what i want out of it - for how i want to live, for what i want to put my name to... to seize, create, re-make - whatever the direction - i just want to look back at some stage and know without doubt that i had passion and conviction behind all my decisions.
I still dislike Australian hip hop.
I am still obsessed with Words with Friends.
I say the word 'dubious' far too much.
I miss Wategos.
I vow to own a ping-pong table within the next 6 months

The current moon phase is Waning Gibbous... 96% full. Look up sometime.

The guy who makes the best coffee in Kensington doesn't even drink coffee. I love this.

My fear of heights is growing exponentially with age, but I still find myself climbing up just to see the view.
x

fifteen years x

2011-10-08T22:26:00.000+11:00

2011-10-07T15:32:00.000+11:00

truth be told

2011-09-23T11:12:00.000+10:00


This guy! Fuck, so decent Via The Design Files

2011-09-22T12:52:00.000+10:00

“Letter writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company.

Lord Byron

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