Aloha!
Unfortunately, I am not in Hawaii - I just thought 'Aloha' would be a nice way to start this blog :)
As the title indicates, I have a new blog. For those interested it is sophiegraceybakes.tumblr.com. On this blog, I am going to document all the baking that I am planning and going to do over the coming months, and if plans turn out hopefully even years! I have decided that it is time to start filling my life with the things that I am passionate about, and one of those things is baking. I LOVE it! I don't know how to explain why, I just love it. I'm not promising that I will continue with this blog, I may post on here from time to time on things that may not fit the other blog.
So look at the other blog, follow it if you want, and follow this new part of my life that I am embarking on.
Until next time,
Sophie
x
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
Here's the thing...
Here's the thing. I have encouraged a few people to follow their dreams and their passions and they have been thankful for it as it has turned out for them. I know this as they have told me that they are grateful for encouraging them (I'm not being cocky this time ;P). But here's the thing. I don't follow my own advice. I start by pursuing my dreams and then something inside of me clicks and I freak out and back away from these plans that I have started to create and become excited about. I'm a HUGE believer in following the dreams and passions that are placed deep inside of you - I believe that they're there for a reason and you'll regret it if you don't chase after them. But see, this seems to only apply to other people at the moment. I'm not listening to my own advice. I'm in limbo at the moment because I keep changing my mind and backing out of things. Over the past couple of months, plans have changed so much that... that... I don't really know what I want anymore! I used to be the person who knew what I wanted all the time and was following my dreams.... but now? I freak myself out all the time and run away back home. Someone wanna help? Raise you hand for answering my big life questions...
life is hard. Gah. Stupid hardness...
Sophie
Monday, February 18, 2013
Mr. Perfect...
... doesn't exist.
Sorry ladies! That knight in shining armour is not going to come riding in on a valiant stallion and sweep you off your feet. Nope, it ain't going to happen. Now before you start thinking 'Boy, is she cynical about love!' I would like to share a bit about myself. I have been (and probably still am at heart) a hopeless romantic most of my life. I have dreamed about the day that I will meet the man I will marry and spend the rest of my life with and trust me I have thought of every possibility of the way that we could meet. Trust me. I have thought of EVERYTHING. I have written the list of what my perfect man (not boy) will be and I have dreamed of all the romantic gestures that he will do for me while we are dating, engaged and married. But reality, for some reason, has hit me this week. They guy that we want and dream of is probably not real. Granted there are a one or two guys out there who feel like they have stepped out of the movies (I know of one at least, but he's taken sorry!) but honestly, who would want to live with perfection every day?
Right let's bring this back to where I was intending to take it. Over the past couple of days I have been thinking about how we are constantly impressing a perfect image onto guys. We have created this image of perfection, that isn't realistic but somehow believe that it is achievable. How is this projection of perfection helping not only us but the guys in our life? I don't think it is. Now, I don't think it is completely our fault for creating this perfect image, I think the general media industry has A LOT to answer for. But that calls for a whole other rant!
We have created this illusion that perfection is the ideal, but wouldn't that get boring? We, the female species, needs to realise that the perfection that we often strive after in relationships and in males, isn't reality. It doesn't hurt to get to know the guy that everyone calls weird or the one who always sits by himself, who knows - the one who has been labelled an 'outcast' by society might just be 'perfect' for you...
Have a good night!
Sophie
x
P.S. When I typed 'Mr Perfect into Google, this is the man that came up - Curt Henning
Sorry ladies! That knight in shining armour is not going to come riding in on a valiant stallion and sweep you off your feet. Nope, it ain't going to happen. Now before you start thinking 'Boy, is she cynical about love!' I would like to share a bit about myself. I have been (and probably still am at heart) a hopeless romantic most of my life. I have dreamed about the day that I will meet the man I will marry and spend the rest of my life with and trust me I have thought of every possibility of the way that we could meet. Trust me. I have thought of EVERYTHING. I have written the list of what my perfect man (not boy) will be and I have dreamed of all the romantic gestures that he will do for me while we are dating, engaged and married. But reality, for some reason, has hit me this week. They guy that we want and dream of is probably not real. Granted there are a one or two guys out there who feel like they have stepped out of the movies (I know of one at least, but he's taken sorry!) but honestly, who would want to live with perfection every day?
Right let's bring this back to where I was intending to take it. Over the past couple of days I have been thinking about how we are constantly impressing a perfect image onto guys. We have created this image of perfection, that isn't realistic but somehow believe that it is achievable. How is this projection of perfection helping not only us but the guys in our life? I don't think it is. Now, I don't think it is completely our fault for creating this perfect image, I think the general media industry has A LOT to answer for. But that calls for a whole other rant!
We have created this illusion that perfection is the ideal, but wouldn't that get boring? We, the female species, needs to realise that the perfection that we often strive after in relationships and in males, isn't reality. It doesn't hurt to get to know the guy that everyone calls weird or the one who always sits by himself, who knows - the one who has been labelled an 'outcast' by society might just be 'perfect' for you...
Have a good night!
Sophie
x
P.S. When I typed 'Mr Perfect into Google, this is the man that came up - Curt Henning
Saturday, February 16, 2013
So It's Been A While...
The last time I wrote here I was saying goodbye to last year and was about to move onto my next stage of life. To say the least, a lot has changed.
Right. The beginning is always a good place to start.
So I left off saying goodbye to Intermission and the Hostel, the two main factors to last year. With a mix bag of emotions I went home for a couple of days after the Intermission retreat and then 'officially' moved to Auckland on Sunday the 18th of November. HOWEVER. Things didn't go the way to plan, like most things in life. As soon as I moved up there, things started going downhill for me. Work wasn't giving me enough hours for me to survive, I was having horrible job interviews, I was being rejected for full time jobs, and I was struggling emotionally and spiritually about everything. I felt like I wasn't ready to move out of home and I hadn't given myself time to breathe. I started thinking about the possibility of moving home and getting out of Auckland and to cut out a lot of crying and to cut a long story short, I was offered a full time job at the local supermarket in the Deli and I moved home. Most people I talked to were hesitant for me to move home as it was such a rushed decision, but honestly, after living here for a couple of months now, it was the best decision for me. The fact that I put myself first in the decision was the best thing to do. I'm glad I'm home and I'm really enjoying working in a kitchen and fresh food environment.
Right. You now know about the Auckland disaster now. I can cross that off my list of things to do. I'm going to do my best of keeping this updated regularly. You should keep your eyes peeled for an announcement in the coming months. I can't say anything just yet due to several factors, but I will scream about this thing from the rooftops when I am at liberty to. Just stick with me ok?
I need to go and get ready for work now...
Until Next Time!
Sophie
x
Right. The beginning is always a good place to start.
So I left off saying goodbye to Intermission and the Hostel, the two main factors to last year. With a mix bag of emotions I went home for a couple of days after the Intermission retreat and then 'officially' moved to Auckland on Sunday the 18th of November. HOWEVER. Things didn't go the way to plan, like most things in life. As soon as I moved up there, things started going downhill for me. Work wasn't giving me enough hours for me to survive, I was having horrible job interviews, I was being rejected for full time jobs, and I was struggling emotionally and spiritually about everything. I felt like I wasn't ready to move out of home and I hadn't given myself time to breathe. I started thinking about the possibility of moving home and getting out of Auckland and to cut out a lot of crying and to cut a long story short, I was offered a full time job at the local supermarket in the Deli and I moved home. Most people I talked to were hesitant for me to move home as it was such a rushed decision, but honestly, after living here for a couple of months now, it was the best decision for me. The fact that I put myself first in the decision was the best thing to do. I'm glad I'm home and I'm really enjoying working in a kitchen and fresh food environment.
Right. You now know about the Auckland disaster now. I can cross that off my list of things to do. I'm going to do my best of keeping this updated regularly. You should keep your eyes peeled for an announcement in the coming months. I can't say anything just yet due to several factors, but I will scream about this thing from the rooftops when I am at liberty to. Just stick with me ok?
I need to go and get ready for work now...
Until Next Time!
Sophie
x
Monday, October 29, 2012
Until Next Time...
Today, I had the last lectures for Intermission, the course that I have been doing for the past year. I walked down the hallways and out the reception doors for the final time this year with mixed emotions. So much has happened this year, some good and some bad and some interesting and some plain hilarious but in a strange way, I'm going to miss this group of people I have come to known over the past year. Intermission TwentyTwelves group was like someone decided to pick the most random group of strangers you could ever meet and put them in one of the most emotionally and spiritually draining/developing course you can think of. Yet somehow, we seemed to make it through the year with no one being killed.
I still remember walking up to Carey for the first time and seeing Miss S standing there looking about as lost as I felt. I walked up to her and we entered this new world together. We walked up the steps to find Mr Jay, Mr H and I think it was Mr Jo sitting together. We walked together as a slightly bigger group, collecting Miss R on the way, into lecture room two and found Sir along with Mr D and Mr W waiting expectantly for us to join them. Mr N arrived a bit later with Mr A arriving even later and Mr S arriving even later after walking in the wrong direction for some period of time. We were frightened little school children with no idea what we were getting ourselves into. Little did we know what was coming. Since that first day, we have laughed till we cried many times, sometimes about random town names or other inappropriate things that might be too risqué to mention here! Let's just say the Chapel has some good memories. Along with the laughs we've had our homeless nights, our times where we don't really feel like talking to anyone, our times of seriousness and our times of goodbyes. We farewelled Mr W halfway through the year and then Sir two weeks into semester two. Shaken a bit we hesitantly welcomed in Ma'am who has helped us grow into the individuals and group that we are today - whether we were ready for it or not! Many more laughs and cries have happened since, but here we are at the end and it's all of a sudden time to say more goodbyes.
To Sir and Ma'am. Sir - you formed a base relationship with us that helped us take off at the beginning of the year. This relationship you formed for us included burping competitions, lameness, the wonky donkey song and challenges that continue to make me question what I'm doing. Ma'am - you us bought toilet paper, crayons, rice crackers and fruit and a wisdom that none of us could have expected. Thank you for entering into this dysfunctional group halfway through the year and helping us get to the finish line.
To the rest of you. Thank you. Thank you for the hugs, for the words of encouragement, for the acceptance for the laughs, for the talks and for just sitting and listening. Thanks for the most dysfunctional, annoying, lame, most amazingly awesomely interesting year of my life. All being said and done, it's been great. And truth be told, I am going to miss you guys a whole heap. I'm going to miss the hugs from Miss R, the words of encouragement from Miss S, the loud music from Mr D, the sarcastic chats with Mr Jo, the big but helpful questions from Mr Jay, the mothers day presents from Mr H, the wacky sense of humour from Mr s, and the pondering's from Mr A. In short. I'm going to miss you all.
This year may have not turned out the way we expected it to, but let's be honest here, it's been a great year. As for the hallways of Carey? I don't think this is goodbye but rather...
Until next time.
I still remember walking up to Carey for the first time and seeing Miss S standing there looking about as lost as I felt. I walked up to her and we entered this new world together. We walked up the steps to find Mr Jay, Mr H and I think it was Mr Jo sitting together. We walked together as a slightly bigger group, collecting Miss R on the way, into lecture room two and found Sir along with Mr D and Mr W waiting expectantly for us to join them. Mr N arrived a bit later with Mr A arriving even later and Mr S arriving even later after walking in the wrong direction for some period of time. We were frightened little school children with no idea what we were getting ourselves into. Little did we know what was coming. Since that first day, we have laughed till we cried many times, sometimes about random town names or other inappropriate things that might be too risqué to mention here! Let's just say the Chapel has some good memories. Along with the laughs we've had our homeless nights, our times where we don't really feel like talking to anyone, our times of seriousness and our times of goodbyes. We farewelled Mr W halfway through the year and then Sir two weeks into semester two. Shaken a bit we hesitantly welcomed in Ma'am who has helped us grow into the individuals and group that we are today - whether we were ready for it or not! Many more laughs and cries have happened since, but here we are at the end and it's all of a sudden time to say more goodbyes.
To Sir and Ma'am. Sir - you formed a base relationship with us that helped us take off at the beginning of the year. This relationship you formed for us included burping competitions, lameness, the wonky donkey song and challenges that continue to make me question what I'm doing. Ma'am - you us bought toilet paper, crayons, rice crackers and fruit and a wisdom that none of us could have expected. Thank you for entering into this dysfunctional group halfway through the year and helping us get to the finish line.
To the rest of you. Thank you. Thank you for the hugs, for the words of encouragement, for the acceptance for the laughs, for the talks and for just sitting and listening. Thanks for the most dysfunctional, annoying, lame, most amazingly awesomely interesting year of my life. All being said and done, it's been great. And truth be told, I am going to miss you guys a whole heap. I'm going to miss the hugs from Miss R, the words of encouragement from Miss S, the loud music from Mr D, the sarcastic chats with Mr Jo, the big but helpful questions from Mr Jay, the mothers day presents from Mr H, the wacky sense of humour from Mr s, and the pondering's from Mr A. In short. I'm going to miss you all.
This year may have not turned out the way we expected it to, but let's be honest here, it's been a great year. As for the hallways of Carey? I don't think this is goodbye but rather...
Until next time.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
It's time to say goodbye
It's nearly the end of the year and that means it's time to say goodbye to some things. On Monday we had our last hostel meeting. We all sat in a circle and shared what we love about the hostel. I can't remember what I said but it didn't express what I truly feel about this place, so I'm going to express it here.
I love this place. I love the people, I love my room, I love the kitchen, I love sitting around the table and laughing about something ridiculous (uterus issues or baby vomit for example - don't ask). I love how everyone here is now a part of my story and that they just naturally fit into my life. I sometimes try and think back to before the hostel and to be honest I can't imagine my life without the place. I came in expecting all these beautifully perfect people who formed cliques and shallow friendships and though I found amazingly beautiful people here, they all have amazing and open hearts. They invite you in and they love you for who you are. You can walk down into the dining area wearing track pants and a baggy hoodie and no one cares. There is always someone to say good morning to, and there is always someone to say good night to. There is always someone to have a laugh with and someone to have a cry with. There are people there to give you hugs and to be beside you when life crashes around you. There is always someone there. Always. I don't really want to think about moving out of here. Though I'm moving in with an amazingly awesome group of girls, it's hard to know I'm never really going to be in this environment again. Simply put, I will miss this place. A lot.
One last note to my roomie. You are one of the best room mates ever. Listening to cheesy music, dancing in our PJs, our conversations that we think are only going to last for one sentence but seem to go on for 50 and doing Zumba at midnight are just of the few things that I will miss doing with you next year. Strive after God he's got your back. You have my number so call me... maybe?
Good bye ECH. This year has been great. We turned up as strangers and leave as family.
I love this place. I love the people, I love my room, I love the kitchen, I love sitting around the table and laughing about something ridiculous (uterus issues or baby vomit for example - don't ask). I love how everyone here is now a part of my story and that they just naturally fit into my life. I sometimes try and think back to before the hostel and to be honest I can't imagine my life without the place. I came in expecting all these beautifully perfect people who formed cliques and shallow friendships and though I found amazingly beautiful people here, they all have amazing and open hearts. They invite you in and they love you for who you are. You can walk down into the dining area wearing track pants and a baggy hoodie and no one cares. There is always someone to say good morning to, and there is always someone to say good night to. There is always someone to have a laugh with and someone to have a cry with. There are people there to give you hugs and to be beside you when life crashes around you. There is always someone there. Always. I don't really want to think about moving out of here. Though I'm moving in with an amazingly awesome group of girls, it's hard to know I'm never really going to be in this environment again. Simply put, I will miss this place. A lot.
One last note to my roomie. You are one of the best room mates ever. Listening to cheesy music, dancing in our PJs, our conversations that we think are only going to last for one sentence but seem to go on for 50 and doing Zumba at midnight are just of the few things that I will miss doing with you next year. Strive after God he's got your back. You have my number so call me... maybe?
Good bye ECH. This year has been great. We turned up as strangers and leave as family.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Photos
I like photos. I especially like taking photographs. So today I'm going to share with you some photos of my own :) Hope you like them! Sophie x
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