Music is my radar.

Seriously, I can’t imagine life without music.

Music has the ability to make even the dullest moments amazing. Especially at work.

Selling my soul for minimum wage is that much more bearable with good tunes.

I’m addicted to making playlists, constructing a soundtrack for my life.

One great song/album/artist at a time.

 Worship and Tribute.

The third day, the frost.

My flat can be so bone-achingly cold. Every time I leave my room it feels like I’m leaving my warm cocoon for the depths of winter. The impending frost mocks me from every window. It renders me useless.

Heaters and hoodies provide a remedy of sorts, a short term fix. But in the end, even making a cape out of blankets wont help keep the cold at bay. It’s like trying to fight off cancer with panadol, it just doesn’t work.
Being poor sucks. But being poor and cold is worse. A middle class nightmare. These are the thoughts that consume me when I wake up to yet another heavy Christchurch frost.

But sometimes I think about people in my situation around the world. And it gives me a wry smile, as I contend that it must be better to be in my situation in Christchurch, rather than in Eastern Europe or Russia. I can imagine post-communist frosts would not be kind to the poor student. Therefore, although my flat can be painfully cold, its still a hell of a lot better than a Russian gulag.

My addiction.

I’m writing about you, as I joyfully consume you.
One of my biggest regrets in life thus far is how much I enjoy you.
I know society dictates that I should feel like this about you, but even the deep-seeded ‘rebel’ in me understands your perils.
I don’t feel healthy, and it scares me. I feel your effects lingering everyday.
And yet, you fulfill me like the richest of foods could never do. You are my dessert.
I’ve come to realise that a cigarette is the dessert of the poor, and right now I’m broke as fuck.
I guess/hope that in the future, as I gain wealth, you will lose your monopoly over me, and become just another memory of my youth.
But I can’t give you up right now. You provide the light at the end of my tunnel. One day I will leave it, and you, behind.

Reflections.

The last week has been a kaleidoscope of fun, with the best of people. Auckland/Band of Horses/drinking/great company. Despite not feeling 100% for most of the trip to Auckland, it still provided the refreshing interlude to Christchurch that I craved. Even the flight, an exercise in routine, excites me, like a children with their favorite toy. I guess i just really enjoy traveling. Its a definite case of the ‘travel bug’ as my mum likes to call it.

Band of Horses provided the excuse for this latest endeavor, and they were the highlight. I’ve seen my fair share of live bands before, but these guys know how to play. The set encompassed highlights from all three albums, and they played pretty much every song I wanted including my favorite ‘Monsters’. The first song of their encore, ‘Evening Kitchen’, was hauntingly beautiful and the highlight of the night. Sharing exhausted smiles with my friends after the show, I knew we all felt the same.

Like all good trips, Auckland was filled with drinking, laughing, smoking and spending money we didn’t have. While these can be done in Christchurch, its never as satisfying as in another city, where responsibilities can’t find you.



The reality check of returning to Christchurch was delayed by a fun filled weekend. Especially Ellen’s 21st. Wearing a face full of zombie makeup, I had a quarter tab, some champagne and plenty of greens to create one hell of a night.

I feel like my life is heading in an upward direction, and I’m not used to it. Guess all i can do is try not to fuck it up. If I can manage that, then I think I’ll be happy.