Daily Prompt – Doppelgänger Alert

You step into an acquaintance’s house for the first time, and discover that everything — from the furniture, to the books, to the art on the wall — is identical to your home. What happens next?

Jane opened the door, and there stood Vanessa, holding a small container. ‘I bought some cake!‘ she said, with a smile on her face. Jane grinned from ear to ear. ‘Fantastic, I was only thinking I should have baked something. This is perfect. I’ll put the kettle on. Come in, come in!’

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Daily Prompt: Papa Loves Mambo

What sort of music was played in your house when you were growing up? What effect, (if any) did it have on your musical tastes?

I remember as a kid, being subjected to all different kinds of music. When I was a little kid, I remember my parents were both into music by Roy Orbison, John Farnham, Van (The Man) Morrison, Sarah McLachlan etc. My father loved artists like Slim Dusty, Jimmy Barnes, Cold Chisel, Australian Crawl, Dire Straits, Midnight Oil etc etc. Mum’s music taste on the other hand, was completely different. She was a bit all over the place. She listed to artists like Joni Mitchell, Crowded House, Peter Gabriel, Tracy CHapman, Phil Collins as well as artists like Madonna, Enya, INXS, The Eurythmics etc.

Needless to say, I was exposed to quite an eclectic variety of music, and because I was too young to really have my own taste in music, I generally seemed to like whatever mum liked. As for Dad’s music… i loathed it, however, unfortunately that didn’t change the fact that I was subjected to it regularly. Sometimes I look back and ask myself whether or not that type of behaviour would be considered a mild form of child abuse?

What makes it worse is that I still know so many of those songs, even to this day. It was only a couple of weeks ago, I found myself constantly singing John Farnham songs to myself, and got a little bit too obsessed about it. I realised that something was wrong when I was looking through the iTunes Store contemplating whether or not I buy his Greatest Hits album… :-S sidenote: I didn’t buy anything… although even thinking about it now I still kind of want to… *sings* ‘Just give me a reason / And I’ll come runnin’ / When I have reasons / I’ll know the way / I’m pointing my feet in the right direction / give me a reason… <Reasons -John Farnham

GOD DAMN IT!! Now I wanna buy his albums… just FYI Whispering Jack and Chain Reaction were my favourites as a kid. I remember we’d always play them in the car when we went away on family trips in the car… even as a small child, I’d be in the back seat, wailing away…

…and now I realise just how that has affected me and who I’ve become. hehehe.

*listens to a preview of ‘Playing To Win’ on iTunes*

…DAMMIT!!!

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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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Daily Prompt: Happy Endings

Tell us about something you’ve tried to quit. Did you go cold turkey, or for gradual change? Did it stick?

Hehehehe, I’ve had so many things that I’ve tried to quit over the years. Biting my nails, picking scabs, eating too much junk food, telling my biological brother that he’s adopted… None of it really works. Well, except for the thing with my brother. We don’t really talk, and haven’t really for a number of years, so that one kind of just fizzled out on it’s own.

I did go through a period where I stopped biting my nails because I was introduced to manicures so I had to stop biting them… but then I somehow managed to stop looking after my nails and resumed to biting them again. I really should do something about that.

I’ve also been on a very, very slow course of trying to eat a lot healthier and cut down my sugar intake in my diet… this has proven to be quite a roller coaster. I will go through a phase where I might eat really healthy for lunch and dinner, and then one afternoon I’ll completely cave and absolutely annihilate a block of chocolate, or a couple of pastries etc. I think my biggest weakness would be biscuits. I need to start getting myself off biscuits (says me as I’m quite literally opening my drawer to pull out a couple of bikkies right now to have with the remnants of my Green Tea w/ Jasmine!).

Although lately I’ve become obsessed with cake. All I seem to want to eat is cake – to the point where I can literally taste it in my mouth without actually haven eaten any. I’m not sure what that’s called, but it’s not right. Even when I’m at the supermarket buying healthy food… the voice in me (which I’m pretty sure is just my stomach, but on speakerphone) just keeps saying “cake… cake… cake… cake…” and I know that if I were to actually buy a cake, I’d have no problems whatsoever in eating the entire thing. By myself. In one sitting. In less that ten minutes.

The worst part is probably the local supermarket at work… they have an entire shelf in their bakery section that is just different flavoured swiss rolls… There’s a chocolate one, and there’s a honey one.

And I want them both.

Now.

With a giant cup of tea… well, more like a bowl of tea.

How the hell do I get myself out of this one? How do I kick my cake-addiction??

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Daily Prompt: The Guilt that Haunts Me

Share a time when you were overcome with guilt. What were the circumstances? How did you overcome your guilt?

It was when I was still living at home with mum. I had met this guy who, back then, I thought was so hot. He was also a former dancer, and I’d met him several years prior, but only when we competed against each other.

It was purely by chance that we happened to bump into each other and this time we were both a bit older… he was only 2 years older than me, but back then, although I was 18, the thought of even seeing another guy freaked the shit out of me, let alone seeing a guy that was older than me. It was outrageous.

It was also a complete secret.

Because I was juggling so many different things during this time: studying full time, dancing at two separate studios, plus rehearsals for a musical theatre production; I literally felt as though I was doing 18-20hr days… Then I met B.

He turned up to one of our dance rehearsals as he was friends with one of the other guys in the show, and I remember being half-way through one of my routines in the show and I looked up and he was suddenly sitting right in my direct line of sight, and he was staring right at me. He smiled and I completely forgot what I was doing.

I was a bit infatuated with this guy. I was so in awe of him when we used to compete because he was such an amazing dancer, but he was so god damn full of himself and so arrogant. He knew he was incredible, and everybody was beneath him. If I met him now, I’d be so disgusted, but back then, I hated him, and I was jealous of him.

After that rehearsal, I just left straight away. I couldn’t think properly, I was so exhausted, I just went home and crashed.

The next night, he turned up again, and I coudn’t focus. Why was he even there in the first place? During our rehearsal break, G comes over to me and he’s like ‘Oh my god, so, that guy over there can’t stop talking about you. He wanted to come back tonight just to see you and talk to you. Girl, he’s so into you, and it’s fucking awesome. Go talk to him!’

I was too terrified. I said no and avoided eye contact for the rest of the night.

I had put my hand up to come in on the weekend to help construct and paint sets, and I was working away with a couple of other guys from the crew and B walked past the studio and saw me through the glass and came and said hi. It was one of the most uncomfortable conversations I’d had. I’d never had a boyfriend, let alone kissed anybody, hell, I hadn’t even come out to people – well, except for a couple of my closest friends in the show.

A couple of days later I found myself back at his place after rehearsals making out on his couch. Not long after that I regularly found myself sneaking out of his place in the middle of the night, cycling home through the thick fog, and sneaking into my house.

This went on for a couple of months. Nobody knew. It was such a big secret. I was constantly lying to mum about staying over at friends places during the week – she didn’t know who they were or have their numbers, so I know she couldn’t check up on me and call them. But I was more terrified of either

a) being caught sneaking in;

b) being confronted about it;

c) being ‘outed’ and / or

d) all the above

 However, it got to a point where he was starting to pressure me into actually having sex with him. Just the thought of it terrified me. I knew it was going to hurt, and I’d heard so many horror stories about it – things like tearing and bleeding and incredible pain, and I’m thinking ahhh, no. There will be none of that.

Then it headed south, really quickly. I got too freaked out and just stopped replying to his messages. I stopped visiting him. He started calling and texting me all day long wanting to know what I was doing and when I’d be coming over again. He’d then start waiting for me after rehearsals… at that point I started getting lifts home with friends, just so I wouldn’t have to see him.

He then started following me. Waiting for me outside the library when I was there studying before dance class around the corner and then rehearsals straight afterwards.

Then one particular day he followed me home. And despite trying to keep a distance from him, it didn’t stop him from shouting out to me. Finally, I’d had enough and snapped.

I did a complete 180 and stormed up to him and grabbed him by the collar of his t-shirt and told him to leave me the fuck alone or I’d put him on the ground in a mound of pain. I told him I couldn’t see him anymore and that he was being too intense and obsessive and his stalker behaviour was the icing on the cake and I couldn’t handle that.

He, in turn had a big emotional outburst right there on the footpath.

Sorry B, I’m done.

He told me he loved me. I told him I didn’t want to see him again and that he needed to stop contacting me.

I walked off, locked myself in my room and bawled my eyes out. What the hell was going on… did I just go through my first break-up?? I was an emotional wreck and worst of all, I had absolutely nobody that I could talk to about it.

it was horrible.

 

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