Steal My Heart Away
Van Morrison – Down the Road
Beast of Burden – Remastered
The Rolling Stones
Fleetwood Mac – Rumours
Islands In The Stream
Sittin’ On The Dock of The Bay
Take it Easy
Bring It On Home To Me
Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl)
With A Little Help From My Friends
Don’t Let the Sun Go Down On Me
Elton John Caribou
What are your favourites!?
Level 1: What Is An A?
It was not until late in my law degree that I really came to understand what an ‘A’ mark meant. Once I did, however, I finally began to understand what kind of work I had to put in, and produce, in order to get those top marks. Therefore, I consider the understanding of what an ‘A’ means critical to the substantive ability to understand what kind of work an ‘A’ mark entails for a law student.
One thing that you will hear a lot about is the importance of writing in a specifically ‘legal’ way. In conjunction with the phrase ‘legal writing,’ you will often hear the terms ‘clear and concise.’
Continue reading ➞ University Diaries: Law School and The Fool
It has been a while. I hope you do not think that I have been neglecting you. I didn’t realise how much I needed to separate you from me to get to where we are going. So much has happened since we last sat in our favourite places together; I want to speak indisputable truths to you, but I can’t help but think it best that we first remember the place where we first started this journey together.
I know you feel alone. A deep and immovable glass blanket of sorrow burns at the seams of what makes you you. I know the memories have created insurmountable walls to the inner being that lives inside of you. I know you built a tower of steel around yourself. And I know you painted that windowless prison with flowers, so that no one but you would ever see the desolation that ravages the inhabitants of your palace.
Continue reading ➞ A Letter To A Younger Me
This is for anyone that feels like they are not going fast enough;
For anyone that feels they are constantly behind someone or something;
For anyone that feels like they ought to be doing more, trying harder, being better;
This is for anyone that feels failure;
Not just in their heart; But in their soul.
This is for any one that dreams of the future but can’t help but fear the present.
This is for that fear that lives inside of you; But this is also for the you that lives inside of you.
Continue reading ➞ For You: Being Patient With Your Journey
Everyone and their mum has an opinion on tattoos, and at this point in my, as I like to call it, ‘tattoo career,’ I think I have heard a solid portion of these opinions.
I have had the stares and the questions; I have had the random people coming up to me thinking that I need Jesus; the ones that tell me I look like yakuza and can never go to Japan; I have had the; ‘you look ugly,’ ‘you’re a whore,’ ‘you don’t look feminine anymore.’ I’ve heard it, I get it. Thank you for the blessings, much love to you too.
This is the kind of stuff you learn to laugh off. People are bastards. But hey! That’s their problem and not mine.
Thankfully we are not here today to talk about bastards, well kind of, maybe at some points. You’ll see.
I’m here to talk about what I’ve learned about tattoos from getting tattoos.
However, proceed at your own risk; you know what they say about tattoos – NOT EVEN ONCE. You can’t even TALK about them or else you will be susceptible to their charismatic charm.
Continue reading ➞ My Life Of Mistakes: Tattoo’s And the Devil’s Gin
“How are you!?”
“Oh, yeah, you know, Mondays”
Spilled coffee, a two-day hangover crisp with potential regrets, one mis-matched sock because you overslept and rushed out the door – and the deep sad recognition that the weekend is over and a new week has only just begun.
Monday’s, am I right? I’m sure they have gone down in history as the most hated and absolutely useless day of the week. After two days of mindless frolicking you are back to the organised reality of the real world. On top of that there is often this innate uselessness that you feel on a Monday; like somehow all the experience you had doing whatever it is that you fill your days with has somehow just… evaporated and left you as a the dimwitted newbie that just started. Phone calls become harder, you aren’t quite sure if you just called in a client or actually told them to leave you alone, you probably mispronounced a word that made you sound like a dick, and now you have to get your stuff together and try and do a presentation to a room full of people. It is highly likely that you will cry afterward.
Continue reading ➞ Oops, I Slayed my Sunday