Summertime and Youth

I love summer.  I have no idea why, but I just do.  I guess, I as raised in a warm country where the beach was always ready and the waves constantly crashing at the seams.  Magical...  Some of my fondest moments was when the wind was whip lashing my hair against my face, and me, worrying about the state of my hair and thinking, “please look normal, please stay in one place.” Then I would forget about it as soon as I see my friends. Ahh... Youth.

I guess this is where I kind of hung out in my teens. Hanging out in the warmth.  And being a teenager means, crazy hormones, crazy out bursts and loving life too its fullest all whilst rebelling against anyone with authority.  I was a 90’s child, the era coming out of the 80’s with bad hair and bad clothes.  Ours? What I remember was so bright and tender and lots and lots of glitter on crack! Of course there was the colours; aren’t there always colours? In your hair, on your clothes and all over your eyeshadow make up.  My make-up colours was silver, gold and red.

Oh the 90’s, I think we desperately wanted to be the 60’s.  But we weren’t, technology was starting to take over and life opened new possibilities, but most of did not see that.  We were young and stupidly beautiful children.  Oh, I remember, my strings of my heart are being tugged.

My life then, seems like a million miles away in the my summer day dreams. I can hear the insects buzzing and the grass just been cut causing my hay fever to storm. But what now? Now my life has gone through some sort of tornado, life as a teenager is vastly different to an adult. Being an adult really does suck, but so does being a teenager, because you have parents and acne (okay I did not really have any acne, but I had stuff too) and don’t forget the school assignments. ERK.  Nahhh...  Now I have taxes and bills. Some trade off for freedom.

Even so, life is great, because it gives you little gifts in life, your memories.  The great thing about memories is that it can be triggered over and over again. And if you are lucky and you have a positive affiliation like I do, you can relive them over and over again. Like I do, when it comes to summer.

Ahhh... Summertime and Youth.

A Name Change

My friend hates her name that I gave her, fair enough.  So now, I am searching my brain on what kind of name to give her. She wants a name from a suburb we grew up in. Nah.. A name that will represent her, something really cool.  And here's a story.
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The year I finished High School; that summer was sweltering.  I think I have mentioned it was the summer that I grew up, but I also like to mention that it was a brilliant year for me too.  Late at night I would go to her house; she's a night owl and you always know when you are approaching her house as the music is blaring away.  Seriously, no consideration for others at 10pm.  She is kind of obsessed with music, just like me.

I would come over and she would show me the new music she was listening to, I would remind her, “that was popular, last month?”.  But one night, she puts on Bob Marley, now I have never heard his music before, as my mother does not listen to it.  But this Bob song sounded really fresh.  “Yeah, it is my summer song” she replies.  And plays it non-stop.  It was modernised for people like me.  “Sun is Shining”, the song is called. By Bob Marley vs Funkstar Deluxe

For the whole summer I heard this song, next to others, but this song has great memories of her being silly and me making her laugh, by doing my very poor impersonations of others.

Now, what is her name going to be now? It is going to be Luxe, borrowed from Funkstar Deluxe. I wanted something that was cool and sweet. Whats the definition of Luxe? Elegant and sumptuous; yeah that sounds like her. Say hello to “LUXE!”

Here is our summer song! 

“Sun is Shining”, By Bob Marley vs Funkstar Deluxe I feel like I am 18 again.

That song, that summer.

I am listening to a song, from my childhood.  This is not a song I like personally, it was a song a friend of mine loved.  And through this song it has given me my summer from way back then. Yes she played this song non-stop!

Everytime I hear this song I am transported to being 17/18 at the time; the summer was hot that year, heat waves and boys.  But most of all, I had to learn to deal with other peoples tastes.  Yes, I did grow up with family that had different taste to mine, but I come from a "we all get an equal share background-ish"; this girl was not.

Oh, it frustrated me that this girl could not see pass her own wants and needs.  I have dealt with selfish people before, but not like this. Sadly she was not the last. Oh the stories I could  tell you but that would not be very good idea, as it is messed up.  Don't get me wrong we did have good times and that summer was wonderful, just with a lot of dramas.  I hate dramas.

But now I have blocked most of those silly things and think of the good things that summer, like boys and independent living.  I guess this is just an introduction to that summer.

Here is the song I can't stand. 
Eiffel 65-Blue