Sunday, December 5, 2010

Oh, Christmas Tree

Tonight, I found out that we are giving away our Christmas tree. We’re giving it to my brothers church in Brisbane because they don’t have one. I got ridiculously upset about it when mum told me, not that I showed it to her. I actually, literally burst into tears because of it. I feel so greedy and idiotic and spoiled for being so upset about losing a plastic tree. We don’t need it. We have another (smaller, but more fitting) tree. 
We’ve had that tree since I can remember and all the memories that go with it are such an important part of Christmas for me. Since our tree was so big we actually had to set aside at least half a day to put it up and decorate it every year. It was one of my absolute favourite days in December. The whole family would come round, we’d put on Christmas music and practically (actually, literally) dance around the tree. We’d eat home made fruit mice pies and short bread and “special” (Liquer) chocolates. Everyone just let themselves get ridiculous and silly. It always took us so much longer to put the tree up because we’d find things from past Christmas’s and go all nostalgic on them. I loved it so, so much.
The best thing about it though was that the entire family was there. That doesn’t happen anymore. All three of my siblings are married and two of them have children. The last time we spent Christmas together was in ‘06 when we all went to Bangladesh. We didn’t put up a tree that year.
I guess if you had’ve told me in grade eight that it was the last time that I would be putting up the Christmas tree with my whole family, I wouldn’t have believed such a thing could come to an end. Surely such an “important” part of Christmas couldn’t just… stop. 
I think that giving away the tree, for me at least, signifies that the day of putting up the tree won’t ever happen again. And realistically, I don’t think it will. My siblings have their own families now (one has FOUR kids!), and are starting their own Christmas traditions. I feel a little like I’ve been left in the dust. I’m not ready to let go of the family being all together. I feel like it was yanked away from me too early.
I’m fairly sure that Christmas in ‘06 was the last time everyone was together at all. I don’t know when it will be that we’ll all be together again. It might be years still. I guess the fact that the tree still went up every year gave me hope that we’d still continue the tradition someday. Even though I think I knew that it wasn’t likely that it would happen, the hope was still there. 
It’s about so much more than just a tree.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Truman Trauma

I don't know what triggered this memory...

I used to have this weird irrational fear about my life being like the Truman show. That nothing is real and that everyone is watching my every move for entertainment. I've actually thought about it a lot. Especially when I was younger. Some  Most  All of the theories I had make very little sense and I can only remember a few, but here they are anyway, just for your enjoyment!  

Even though I have traveled across the world I came up with the idea that the further away a place is, is dependent on how different the place is from Toowoomba. So when I went to Bangladesh because it is very different it took a lot longer than when I went to New Zealand which is fairly similar. That would give the people who build the set a long enough time to change it.

The theory that the time when  I am silliest is when I'm looking in the mirror and that's where the camera is. I was somehow raised to behave strangely in front of the mirror. I was brain washed by watching the episode of Mr Bean when he's in the interrogation room and behaves strangely infront of the mirror too many times

It's why my parents would never let me go out in the ocean too far. I would run into that screen thing that's in the movie. I thought this even though they managed to fit in all of Australia. 

The viewers wanted to have a brilliantly named character is why I have a name that almost rhymes. Tara Parker... Para. I was young, okay?

That is all the theories I can remember. I think for a while I was convinced it could be true. I do think about this every now and then. Like tonight. 

Tata all!

Monday, August 9, 2010

Introduction Ideas

I have now deleted the whole two posts that were on this blog because they were neither interesting, nor well written. I have been tossing up whether to do a "This is who I am" type blog to introduce myself.

On one hand I think that sometimes they can be boring but on the other I think that it's good to know at least a little about the person blogging. So I compromised with myself and decided I would give you an introductory blog, but in note form. Here we go.

- Seventeen years old
- Live in Australia
- Studying Music at University
- Singer
- Actor
- Believer in Jesus
- Youtuber
- Nerdfighter
- Aunt
- Sister
- Internet addict
- Musical Lover
- Maybe note form wasn't such a good idea
- I think maybe you'll get to know me by my blogs better than I can explain here anyway
- I think I'll stop this now
- I lied
- Okay, now I will stop.
- NOW.

Something more interesting to come later.

Bye for now!