I love how writing can communicate all sorts of ideas to all sorts of people, connecting and enlightening the world. I studied Liberal Arts and love history, philosophy, and concepts. I'm also a self-proclaimed drama nerd and coffee snob.
Rose Crawford woke once more as the screams of her alarm bellowed into her ears. It was the morning of April 16th and today of all days was essential for her career. She slipped out of bed to begin her day with the ever familiar attitude of a dull, dreary disposition, accompanied by the internal longing that lingered inside the pit of her stomach, day after day. She opened the door and left her house, entering the streets of a black and white world. A colourless society it was, one with no life, no spark, no excitement, and literally no pigment other than the shadows of grey in her opposing extremes. A world with no colour. This was Rose's life.
CAMERON: Where did you come from? ABBEY: Sydney. You? CAMERON: Melbourne. ABBEY: Ha. Those were the days. Well, when cities were real cities.
"Virtue is the golden mean between two vices, the one of excess and the other of deficiency." Aristotle I hear bass vibrations. "Five!" Heels hitting the marble surface. “Four!” Strobe lights glitching back and forth. “Three!” Incoherent screams. “Two!” Electric music “ONE!” Pale ale rushes down my throat. "DRINK, DRINK, DRINK!" they scream as a lady don with sequins yells, “Now eat!”. The bass grows louder. Suddenly, platters of prawns and cocktail sauce, sushi of all kinds, chocolate fountains, and macaroon towers appear. I fill my hands and mouth to the brim. The crowd around me fights to have it as they jump to the rhythm of that bass. The sauce is splashing over dresses and shoes. They eat, they dance, they brawl. I scream, "Turn up the bass!" The beat drops. Blackout.
TO THINK I like to understand and to learn as much as I can. Ever since I was a child, the idea of getting to the root cause of diverse ideas or events and understanding their complexities always appealed to me. Questions. I always had questions. Some answered, some neglected. Some that kept me up all night pondering life's mysteries and their purpose. I like to think. Think, think, think. About planning, about applying, about knowing. So I studied thinking at university. When I was 17, I enrolled in a Liberal Arts degree. History, philosophy, some theology, and literature were my chosen disciplines over those three years. Since, I have grown in yet more profound respect and passion for the reasoning, communication, and articulation of written and verbal thought. To seek and to understand. To ask and to discover. To reason and think critically about information before me, not just to memorize a prescribed meaning. To assess, evaluate and conclude with a broad depth of philosophical reasoning, and act on that basis, as contrasted with acting on isolated emotion and instinct.
My Beer Tasting Journey
P A S S I O N: "a strong feeling of enthusiasm or excitement for something [l.e for beer*] ..." Original definition found here.
The College Resident's Secret Dumpling Society
Hello, good morning esteemed guests, and welcome to my presentation. Is my mic on? Can you hear me at the back James? Good! Everyone have their seat? Ok awesome. Let’s begin. Ladies and gentleman thank you for this opportunity for me to present to you today the pitch for the College Resident’s Secret Dumpling Society. I promise this innovative, niche, and practical residential campus initiative shows some truly great potential, and I appreciate all of your openness to an implementation at various academic campuses, your purchases of shares, or your donations and funding for it’s success. I have prepared a brief history and summaries on the powerpoint to help capture the essence of what we are trying to bring to you today. Bear with me, technology is not my best friend, as it mustn’t be yours I imagine Susan ahaha.
Don't Miss Your Shot
Wanna hear a circus tale? Alrighty, here it is: “I was a simple teenager. A little bit off the rails and rebellious? Well yes. But in most respects, I wasn’t too mainstream or into binge drinking. I was, however, keen to order my first drink. As my 18th birthday approached I didn’t bother to organize a party as I already had all that I wanted. The perfect gifts from friends and family: a mini-fridge and a Nutri Bullet blender. I like food ok? Life was good. It was simple. I was content. The morning of my 18th was splendid. Brunch with the family? Check that off. Shopping for some nice clothes? Yes, sir, please. Keen for a simple meal, some free San Churros, and then a movie at home? I’m ready for that. Although some small part of me figured, why not go out to a pub with people? I do love people, and I’d get to order that first drink.