Daily Prompt – The Language of Things

You have to write a message to someone dear to you, telling that person how much he/she means to you. However — instead of words, you can only use 5-10 objects to convey your emotions. Which objects do you choose, and what do they mean?

This confuses me.

28 Aug – Key To Happiness

Do you think the key to happiness is being able to forget?

Not in the slightest. I think that not being able to have memories is quite detrimental to happiness. Show me somebody with Alzheimers who can honestly say they are truly happy…!!

14 Aug – Mem’ries

Victor Hugo said: “Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.” Do you feel that your memories work for you, or do you feel beholden to your memories?

 
I think I’d much rather focus of having imagination as a mistress… Although I’m not sure how my boyfriend would feel about that…

Daily Prompt – Season Scents

S’mores, salty ocean breezes, veggie burgers on the grill, sweaty people on the bus — what’s the smell you associate the most with summer?

Summer seems like so very long ago… Well, it’s now winter here and it’s all about layered clothing and keeping warm. Although I’d much rather be on a beach in the sun right now!

Daily Prompt – Offside Memories

Team USA is playing today in the soccer World Cup in Brazil. Do you have any funny / harrowing / interesting memories from a sporting event you attended, participated in, or watched?

I. Don’t. Do. Sport.

Daily Prompt – Snapshot Stories

Open the first photo album you can find — real or virtual, your call — and stop at the first picture of yourself you see there . Tell us the story of that photo.

The sad thing about this, is that I don’t actually have any photo albums, I think they were divided up amongst my parents when they divorced.

Daily Prompt – Memory on the Menu

Which good memories are better — the recent and vivid ones, or those that time has covered in a sweet haze?

Aren’t all memories better than none at all? Personally, I actually have quite vivid memories from my childhood, and what I experienced growing up…

…as for experiences I had a few months ago, or even twelve or more months ago… not a damn clue.

Daily Prompt: Our House

What are the earliest memories of the place you lived in as a child? Describe your house. What did it look like? How did it smell? What did it sound like? Was it quiet like a library, or full of the noise of life? Tell us all about it, in as much detail as you can recall.

The earliest memories I have of a place we lived in, was when my parents and I lived in a flat in a suburb called Kooringal. I think it was a two-storey place, and I remember that it was on a hill. It had a very steep driveway, and across from all the flats, was where all the cars parked, and it was just a basic tin roof, with some support poles.

From memory I was probably only two or three. I remember sitting in the washing basket full of stuffed toys, and watching television. The truth was, according to my mother, that when I was a baby, I used to cry and grizzle and carry on during the actual show, but when the ads came on, I’d be silent and actually watch what was on tv. Mum soon realised what was happening, and then recorded a 3hrs VHS tape of just commercials, so whenever she wanted to get some housework done, or have a nap, she’d put the video on, and I’d be quiet the whole time.

I remember finding out about this when I was a young adult and realised that this explains so much of my personality, and part of the reason why I am the way I am. It’s all her fault. *LOL*

I also remember at the bottom of the driveway, there was all this ‘growth’. Weeds, trees, palms, grass… I remember it being quite long and thick, and there was some kind of waterway, like a run-off channel – but we thought it was a creek. I also remember there was a tree that had fallen across this channel, and I remember being led across to the other side, and feeling as though I was a long, long way from home, because I couldn’t see the flats anymore.

…I also remember my mother completely flipping out about me disappearing. Needless to say it never happened again.

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Daily Prompt: Always Something There to Remind Me

A song comes on the radio and instantly, you’re transported to a different time and place. Which song(s) bring back memories for you and why? Be sure to mention the song, and describe the memory it evokes.

I think about at least 80% of my iTunes library (of 100,000+ tracks) all have different memories for me. So it’s really hard to actually pick a couple of them to focus on…

Chasing Cars – Snow Patrol.

Oh this takes me back to when a little show you may know called Grey’s Anatomy first aired on the telebox. Oh, the drama!! Everybody was sleeping with everybody, and relationships were emotional fucking rollercoasters – full of lingering looks, frustration and so much dramatic music. I’m not going to lie, it was through Grey’s that I first heard this song, and I remember bawling my eyes out in that episode… and so now whenever I hear it, it makes me want to cry.

The Blower’s Daughter – Damien Rice

This little gem, is also another one of those gems that I heard on Grey’s… and subsequently turned myself into an embarrassing blubbering mess. Let’s face it, I’m an ugly crier. Like, ugly!! This is also one of those songs that you know you shouldn’t listen to when you have a big fight with somebody, or break up with somebody… but you just. can’t. help. yourself.

Apotheosis – O’Fortuna

This is something that takes me back to my early days when I was taking Jazz dance lessons, and I remember I saw the Seniors perform a dance troupe to this routine, and I became obsessed with it – both the dancing and the song… Then I remember seeing them perform it at a dance comp. It was incredible. That was when I realised that I wanted to do dance lessons all the time and one day, I’d be able to dance with the seniors!

Throb – Janet Jackson

I remember when I was a kid, I was doing my usual saturday thing (which I previously wrote about) and I was dancing around in the loungeroom, when this video came on. I literally froze for four-and-a-half minutes, literally glued to the TV. I then realised that I had recorded that music video, and then as soon as it was over, I started to watch it, and then learn the dance break at the end of the clip. Yes I was that kid.

Spice Up Your Life – The Spice Girls

Remember these ladies?? Well this just takes me back to high school. My best friend and I were obsessed with the Spice Girls. He was in love with Ginger Spice (Geri) and I wanted to be Sporty Spice (Mel C) (who surprisingly isn’t a lesbian!). I remember when a friend of our, J, got her brand new car, we’d go driving around town pumping the Spice Girls on her little stereo. Oh the bubble car was certainly something…

I Don’t Wanna Wait – Paula Cole

Let’s be honest, raise your hand if you just saw the heading and immediately thought of Dawson’s Creek?? This was perhaps the show of my generation. It was everything. The parallels between that show and my social circle of friends was uncanny – to the point where it just got a bit freaky. Each of us was pretty much a character from the show… I was Pacey, and ended up getting caught in the ‘love triangle’ of Joey / Pacey / Dawson… except in real life, I was more like Jack, and Joey turned out to be a lesbian.

Pure Pleasure Seeker – Moloko

This is one of my absolute favourite songs ever. Every time I hear this song, it takes me back to being in high school, and cruising around with my girlfriend B (well, not as in like boyfriend / girlfriend, more like a girl who was my best friend… and is also now a lesbian!). We were a bit crazy when we were together, and always had the best time with each other. This song always manages to put a massive smile on my face – even when I’m in a really shitty mood, and I love that music has the ability to do that.

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Feb 27: Photographic Regrets

Tell us about a picture you never snapped that you wish you had.

 

I really wish I had more photos of a lot of moments from my life.

Birthdays. Dance comps. Holidays. Hanging out with my friends etc. I just don’t have them. I’m not actually sure why that is. I know that we had a camera, and I remember that my father had bought it, and nobody else was allowed to touch it, because it was quite expensive. I remember that he used to keep it in one of his drawers, and as kids, we were forbidden to go through his drawers. I remember that if I ever wanted to take a photo, I had to get his permission and that was quite rare.

Most people have album after album of photos, documenting their entire lives – I don’t. I have maybe a couple of packets of photos, most of which are from when I was a baby, or a small child. I don’t have photos of any of my dance comps, because my parents never came to them. I have only two or three photos of some of my costumes out of something like 13years of dancing and that makes me really sad. Photos are documented memories that people keep for the rest of their lives, and now, those memories exist only in my very scattered brain.