I'm desperately hungry for new music, and have been for a while now.

Thought I'd share some of my new finds:

Lose You by Pete Yorn

anything from Lady Of The Sunshine (Angus from Angus and Julia Stone)




Also, the music that best describes my current vibe (or what I've been craving the most):


Plainsong by The Cure

Hendrix

A Case Of You by Joni Mitchell

Felt Mountain (the album) by Goldfrapp

Black Cherry by Goldfrapp

Cat Power

Yeha Noha by Sacred Spirit

The Wolves (Act I and II) by Bon Iver

How Low by Jose Gonzalez

Healing Room by Sinead O'Connor

All I Need by Air

Bat For Lashes

Same Suburb, Different Park by Firekites

Cocorosie

It Could Be Sweet by Portishead

School Of Seven Bells

Everybody Here Wants You by Jeff Buckley

White Room by Cream

Newborn by Elbow

Little Waltz by Basia Bulat

My Number and Nineteen by Tegan and Sara



...ah, I could go on forever. I should really save up for a new iPod. I don't know how I've survived since my last one died.

Interior Inspiration:

Today was eventful. I finished my Ext 2 English Major Work at 2:30 this morning, handed it in at 9:00am, then headed to the city for lunch. It was the BEST feeling, finishing my story. It's such a weight off my shoulders, and just knowing that I've written something meaningful and significant was so satisfying. My story is about a little boy named Benny. He lives with his mum, and one day meets an imaginary friend of sorts, named Peg. Peg is a nasty piece of work. He's always moody and cries all the time, and isn't very nice to Benny at all. Throughout the course of the story, it becomes evident (I hope) to the reader that Benny's mum is suffering from some form of depression. While Benny doesn't necessarily realise this, he has an acute awareness of all the negative energy that exists because of his mum's state of mind. Essentially, Peg exists as a manifestation of all this negativity, and is the means by which Benny is able to comprehend his mum's depression.
Triggered by a breakdown, Benny's mum goes to stay by the sea during the summer holidays, while Benny stays at a neighbour's. She gradually recovers, and as she does, visits from Peg become less frequent, until eventually he fades away completely. Mother and son re-unite. THE END.

After that, I went to the city for lunch with some friends. We went to Mad Mex on Crown St, and it was delicious. I'm glad I wore a baggy top, because I left the restaurant feeling about 8 months pregnant. I had a yummy quesadilla. It was yummy. Then, half of us went Paddington-bound down Oxford St, the others went the other direction and went to a tattoo parlour and, I'm assuming, lazed around in Hyde Park.

The most notable shops we went into today would have to include:
-Ariel Books, where I bought two more orange Penguin Classics; The Fabric of The Cosmos, and Love In The Time Of Cholera
-Shag, which has the most outrageous old clothes I wish I was brave enough to wear
-Cream on Crown, where I bought a nice skirt, and
-The Puf'nStuf Clearance Store, where I bought a pretty pastel top and a floaty summer dress.

The clothes I bought today were made from second-hand 80s and 90s reject clothing, I'm pretty sure, and it made me want to buy some simple patterns from Spotlight and make clothes myself. It's so simple, you just need a few staple patterns and some cool fabrics. I think, when Alex, Ange and I eventually have our market stall, we'll make clothes like that. As well as print our own t-shirts and stuff..

I know that I won't be able to even come close to fully describing how excited I am for the future, but here is the verbal version:
I'M SO EXCITED! For finishing school, for seeing my family (especially Connor, who I miss outrageously), for summer, for Woodford, for finally being able to relax and do things I've always wanted to. Like make lots of art, and clothes, and jewellery, and crafty things. I'm just so excited to make things, you know? And to read things I've always wanted to, and to build up my music collection, and to start working, and to go to Europe next year (that deserves its own post), and to come back and do a Fine Arts degree...

It's just so... exhilarating; knowing that you don't have to be confined anymore. The last few years of high school have felt like I was putting myself on hold, and I'm so excited for not having to do that anymore. I could rant about this for hours, but I won't, because there are other things I want to talk about too.

...Like my latest concoction: Sofiyah's Hokey Pokey Ice Cream.
To create this genius flavour, I combined vanilla ice cream, cinnamon, ground nutmeg, honey and broken pieces of apricot bites. I highly recommend you try this, because it is goddamn delicious.
Today I'm going to make a lemon meringue pie, and maybe tomorrow I'll try making Kara's Melting Moments. They were soooooo good.

I was just on one of my favourite websites, weheartit.com, and i found this photo, which I really love:




I've been so obsessed lately with interiors. I can't wait to have my own place, and for things to look just the way I want them. I think I'm going to start a new post now, devoted to this obsession.

This is a design Alex and I made on Photoshop for a T-shirt for Harry. I've never really thought of myself as a pro Photoshop user, so I was quite proud of myself. The design is actually a photo of an origami artwork, which we manipulated with lots of layers and colour and saturation. I like it.
In the next year or so, I'm really hoping to run a market stall with Alex, in which we will sell all sorts of things we've made; such as t-shirts & bags similar to this, and hopefully jewellery I've made. I want to do a jewellery design course first though. And I'll make cards and paintings and all sorts of crafty things.
Hopefully my mum will send me pretty Indonesian things to sell too. I'm really excited.
I may also use this artwork in a portfolio of sorts, to help me get into either COFA or SCA. But that story will have to wait until my Ext 2 major work isn't due in a few days. That too is another story...

The time has come...

...to start spelling my name legally. Ever since I was little I denied that my name had a 'h' on the end of it. I even managed to convince my parents that it was a simple s-o-f-i-y-a, and that of course there was no 'h' on the end. However, in recent years, this has become a slight issue when trying to prove my identity. Not even the school has ever had the correct spelling of my name, until a few weeks ago. So, for those who know me, excuse the extra letter which, even for me, is alien and unfamiliar.

Brave New World

First blog ever. It will take me some time to get this going the way I want it, because this is all new to me.
...Not that you care, because you are probably me, reading this. Don't really expect anyone else to. Have a nice day.