Sunscreen...

I loved this song when I was a kid....
I LOVE IT EVEN MORE NOW I'M ALL GROWN UP AND ACTUALLY UNDERSTAND IT.
I put it on the other day and it literally made me cry!
ENJOY...

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering
experience…I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you
imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you Sing Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours. Floss Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with
yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements. Stretch Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t
congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for
good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live
in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one
might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will
look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen…

Here comes the bride

when I was seven one of my favorite games to play was "getting married". I'd sit my toys outside as guests, put on one of mums old ballroom dresses, rip some flowers out of the garden and tie a bow around the stems. I'd start down on the grass and the "isle" would take me parallel to the back deck and up the stairs to a romeo and Juliet style balcony. This is where the ceremony took place. I could have played this game all day... once the wedding was over I'd go back to the start and play again.
I've been having wedding fantasies lately...
Ironic seeing as I'm hating on men...?!

MEN

Not loving men this week...
No real reason, I'm just hating on them until I find a good one...
Not holding my breath!

Out with the old!

Just yesterday I finally got tired of my boxes from London sitting staring at me, & got the sudden urge to unpack them. As I'm sifting through jacket after book after pair of jeans I'm thinking to myself why on earth I thought this stuff was so important that I just had to PAY to send it home to Australia.
As a result I ended up throwing a good 70% of the stuff out which if I had of been able to do at the time would have saved myself a couple hundred Pounds.
So then I got to thinking. This seems to be a reoccurring event in my life. I seem to have this strong urge to hold onto things, people, situations whatever it may be until I spend enough time without it and intern don't have the desire for it any longer. I seem to be quite often left wondering why on earth I ever wasted so much time being so miserable about it in the first place (David fiasco prime example).
So from now on I'm going to try my hardest to start looking into the future before deciding to hold on so damn tight to something!

My daily routine!

I'm a fitness fanatic, I admit it & not afraid to. I pride myself on being overwhelmingly fit and always have. Therefore as part of my extensive daily fitness regime I run! Usually for about 45 minutes to an hour, sometimes less sometimes more depending on the heat usually. I love Running, it's not just a fitness vessel for me it's my way of unwinding and thinking about what's going on in my life without having to worry about any interruptions. I remember I few years back I'd run so hard and so far that it would bring me to the point of tears and as twisted as that may seem it's all I wanted...The tears were what I was searching for.

Anyhow back to my point. I run everyday and have since I was like 9 or 10 years old? Just recently however I've started doing something completely random and (if caught rather embarrassing). I run to this forest type swamp area over the hill and a few blocks away from my house that has a pathway leading to the centre of it.(only people who grew up in Lighthouse Beach would even know about this). Once in the centre you are completely covered by trees and bush & can not be seen by anyone other than the birds and lizards. When I'm safely hidden on the inside... I dance! not like actually proper technical dancing like people would expect from me, more like crazy ridiculous "dad at a wedding" type dancing... I do this for just 5 minutes, get my stride back and off I run...
So I was doing this again today for like the 15th time since I've been home when I asked myself...what is it that has prompted this 'insane' type behavior? and the only reply I got was "Um Der Danika... because for the first time in your life you're happy!"

...................Well I never!!!!!!!

Port Macquarie...

I'm so overwhelmingly bored at the moment!
Port Macquarie is a stunning place. I love it, it's my home and I'm genuinely happy to be here but dear god I'm BORED!!!
Port Macquarie is a great place for kids. Lots of beaches, parks and pathways to ride a bike or go skateboarding..
It's also a great place for adults who are married or have a group of friends to wine and dine with..
Even retired people are loving Port Macquarie as they have found a place full of serenity..


BUT... for a single almost 23 year old girl who has literally one friend (& his girlfriend) in the whole town, it's a little lame and causes you to write blogs like this!!!
Cannot wait to start teaching!

Amsterdam

This was sadly our final stop on the tour!
Amsterdam is a very fascinating place. I always imagined it to be filthy and scary due to all the pot smoking and enormous prostitution population but it's actually a really beautiful city. This aside the first thing we did here was go to a live Sex show at the theatre Caso Rosso. Of all the sex shows to see this would have to be the one as it has been voted most "classy" five years running. It was very ummmm interesting but don't think I'd need to rush out and see it again. on the way back into the city to have a night on the town testing the various "cafes" we walk past red lit window after window after window and I'm telling you now these girls are HOT! not just hot as in stripper hot (good body but rat of a head) Hot body and stunningly beautiful. As I walking around checking them out, (pretending I wasn't) I felt so sorry for them "You're beautiful you could have anyone and quite possibly a real job" and then I thought fuck it they literally earn 3 times what I would in a year and they get to have sex as a job. Don't get me wrong I'd never consider it myself but I did stop pitying them !
We got to the cafe and I smoked half a joint and ate a whole Hash muffin... huge mistake! stoned as all get go and literally was until lunch time the next day... oh well when in Amsterdam.
The next morning in my stupidly stoned state I got up at some ungodly hour and visited a Cheese and clog farm. The smell of the cheese made me start to 'green out' so was happy to leave that part of the tour into the clog making demonstration. This was actually really cool. I had no idea that they were hand made from scratch... very impressed!
We spent the rest of the afternoon walking around sightseeing and getting ready for our farewell dinner and night time river cruise. It was a nice night and fun to have one last outing with the people I'd gotten so attached to over the last 25 days.
the next morning it was back on the bus to the ferry where we watched as the white cliffs of Dover got closer and closer and before we new it... back on British soil.