uwahh, totally haven't posted since January. Balls.
this shall live again, you'll have all those tasty little tidbits of my life soon enough... again.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
wow, oops
uwahh, totally haven't posted since January. Balls.
this shall live again, you'll have all those tasty little tidbits of my life soon enough... again.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
doing all sorts of things for the first time...
i've been having a riotously good time lately... indulging in all the things I like. It's going to be fun and strange starting uni, but I think i'll find people who like me just fine.
Forgive the placid tone, I just feel really content of late.... it's comforting to write on here again. I wonder if people still read? this is a site full of small fragments of me, so perhaps it's interesting for a moment or two.
I really wish... I had some kind of wild passionate talent. I'll try to find something this year.... perhaps swing dancing with Josh.
For the moment, it's nice to plod along, so be happy, to have a good summer.
Forgive the placid tone, I just feel really content of late.... it's comforting to write on here again. I wonder if people still read? this is a site full of small fragments of me, so perhaps it's interesting for a moment or two.
I really wish... I had some kind of wild passionate talent. I'll try to find something this year.... perhaps swing dancing with Josh.
For the moment, it's nice to plod along, so be happy, to have a good summer.
Friday, September 28, 2007
if you see me, you'll be crossing the street
Sneaker Pimps - Black Sheep
don't look now, we're branded
we're the black sheep
sown apart messiah, makes the black sheep
when the water seems too deep... the shadows are waves, way beneath
but laughing loud, we brave the role of black sheep
ff you see me you'll be crossing the street
or kick me and then leave me to bleed..
if looks could kill wouldn't need all the pills,
but I take what it needs to be easy
with the black sheep, now
we're the black sheep, now
dont look now, we're stranded
here, as black sheep
swallowed whole and out of reach, the black sheep..
unsafe enough for now,
we're shepherded from higher ground..
but drown all out, we save the role of black sheep
if you see me you'll be crossing the street
or kick me and then leave me to bleed..
if looks could kill wouldn't need all the pills
but I take what it needs to be easy
with the black sheep, now
we're the black sheep, now
we're the black sheep, now
don't look now, we're branded
we're the black sheep
sown apart messiah, makes the black sheep
when the water seems too deep... the shadows are waves, way beneath
but laughing loud, we brave the role of black sheep
ff you see me you'll be crossing the street
or kick me and then leave me to bleed..
if looks could kill wouldn't need all the pills,
but I take what it needs to be easy
with the black sheep, now
we're the black sheep, now
dont look now, we're stranded
here, as black sheep
swallowed whole and out of reach, the black sheep..
unsafe enough for now,
we're shepherded from higher ground..
but drown all out, we save the role of black sheep
if you see me you'll be crossing the street
or kick me and then leave me to bleed..
if looks could kill wouldn't need all the pills
but I take what it needs to be easy
with the black sheep, now
we're the black sheep, now
we're the black sheep, now
Monday, September 3, 2007
fancy some internet?
Cupcakes take the Cake
daily cupcake goodness!
Fruit cross-pollination?
amazing weirdnesses of the edible persuasion
Guys and Dolls
documentary of the creepy world of purchaseable 'real dolls'
Scientology and Me
all you wanted to know about those zany alien-lovers
Puppy Whistle
makes my heart melt!
God Hates Fags - Phelps Family
a hugely twisted cult family..
Louis Theroux and the Nazis
horrific, interesting look at the neo-nazi american 'revolutionaries'
Prussian Blue
Lamb and Lynx (twin girls in the other nazi video) now have their own 'nazi pop band'... at the age of 14. sickeningly, they dedicated a track on their latest album to those who took part in the Cronulla Riots.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
music post 13
Bobby Valentino feat. Timbaland - Anonymous
hip-hop weooo
Rooney - When Did Your Heart Go Missing
absolutely love this. bordering on discoooo
Anthony and the Johnsons - Hitler in my Heart
the dark cabaret master, anthony always has an incredibly unique voice. the cello person used to play with Rasputina - sweet!
Pussycat Dolls Feat. Timbaland - Wait a Minute
a guilty pleasure, ok?!
Bird - Shoes Should All Cost the Same
pretty song, melancholic female vocal with strings
Sam Phillips - Reflecting Light
accoustic, female voice. she does a lot of scoring for Gilmore Girls, and at the start of this song I thought I was maybe listening to Missy Higgins :0
K-os - Sunday Morning
very fun dancy song, my typical tidy-the-room-on-saturday songs
Rich Boy feat.Timbaland - Get Down
raging rappage, though the instrumental track is nicely notable
____________________
90s
Everclear - Father of Mine
Nine Days - Absolutely (Story of a Girl)
packs
Feist Pack
Interpol Pack
mashups
Nine Inch Nails Vs. Garbage - Crushingly Close
Green Day Vs. Oasis - Boulevard of Broken Wonderwalls
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Pa.
22nd of July 1994, my dad lost his own father.
it's 13 years since you died, Pa, and as I write this dad is travelling to your ashy rose. I haven't slept like I usually do for 4 days now, and I think it's the tiredness making me so emotional.
Because I can't even say that I miss you, Pa. you died when I was four, I have only the very tiniest memories of you. it hurt my dad so much to lose you, he dissappeared from his daughter, he hid from me that he was greiving. I had no concept of what it meant for you to die. Confused, I rejected and came to be afraid of a toy you gave me, and felt I should never talk about you again.
I think it hurt my father that I said I couldn't come to see your rose. If he had told me in advance, I would have made the time, but he only asked this morning and I have pretty much all my work to do. I would have come to see you Pa, but it would have been for my dad.
this is because I don't have many feelings and memories associated with you Pa. to me, it feels like Nan was always alone, missing someone that used to live with her. I don't know who you were, or what you were like. dad is never quick to talk about you, neither is the rest of my family, and I feel afraid and awkward to ask. As such, I, your granddaughter, don't know who you are.
I asked dad to tell you about Josh, how I am doing at school, how dad felt about me (probably not too awesome, as we had a disagreement last night) when he visits your rose. i'm a really happy and lucky girl Pa, and I would like it if you were around, so that I would know how to laugh and joke with you as I love to with mums' father. I would have really liked to be your grandchild, and I feel that dad wishes the same.
he loves you so much, but even more than he loves you, he misses you. and that is the bitterness he carries, and is yet to really overcome. I hope one day my father less hates the unfairness of your death, and more loves the man you were.
your wife thinks of you daily. and the same, she misses you. she hates to be alone; her comfortable, controlled life was destroyed when you died, and it's taken all her strength to create again a life full of ritual and security, but it's a thin layer of control. beneath, she's still a housewife who no longer has the husband her life revolved around. you'd be proud of her grandmothering skills, Pa. she treats my sister and I with the greatest love and smothering. I sleep at your house sometimes, I keep Nan company for you.
this is probably not what you exactly wanted your family to feel, 13 years on from your death. but then again, I have no idea what you would have wanted at all.
I cried for the grandfather I never had, and I ask for you please try to give your wife and son peace.
it's 13 years since you died, Pa, and as I write this dad is travelling to your ashy rose. I haven't slept like I usually do for 4 days now, and I think it's the tiredness making me so emotional.
Because I can't even say that I miss you, Pa. you died when I was four, I have only the very tiniest memories of you. it hurt my dad so much to lose you, he dissappeared from his daughter, he hid from me that he was greiving. I had no concept of what it meant for you to die. Confused, I rejected and came to be afraid of a toy you gave me, and felt I should never talk about you again.
I think it hurt my father that I said I couldn't come to see your rose. If he had told me in advance, I would have made the time, but he only asked this morning and I have pretty much all my work to do. I would have come to see you Pa, but it would have been for my dad.
this is because I don't have many feelings and memories associated with you Pa. to me, it feels like Nan was always alone, missing someone that used to live with her. I don't know who you were, or what you were like. dad is never quick to talk about you, neither is the rest of my family, and I feel afraid and awkward to ask. As such, I, your granddaughter, don't know who you are.
I asked dad to tell you about Josh, how I am doing at school, how dad felt about me (probably not too awesome, as we had a disagreement last night) when he visits your rose. i'm a really happy and lucky girl Pa, and I would like it if you were around, so that I would know how to laugh and joke with you as I love to with mums' father. I would have really liked to be your grandchild, and I feel that dad wishes the same.
he loves you so much, but even more than he loves you, he misses you. and that is the bitterness he carries, and is yet to really overcome. I hope one day my father less hates the unfairness of your death, and more loves the man you were.
your wife thinks of you daily. and the same, she misses you. she hates to be alone; her comfortable, controlled life was destroyed when you died, and it's taken all her strength to create again a life full of ritual and security, but it's a thin layer of control. beneath, she's still a housewife who no longer has the husband her life revolved around. you'd be proud of her grandmothering skills, Pa. she treats my sister and I with the greatest love and smothering. I sleep at your house sometimes, I keep Nan company for you.
this is probably not what you exactly wanted your family to feel, 13 years on from your death. but then again, I have no idea what you would have wanted at all.
I cried for the grandfather I never had, and I ask for you please try to give your wife and son peace.
Friday, July 20, 2007
music post 12 (req.)
Linkin Park - In The End (Piano Ver.)
Linkin Park - Numb (Piano Ver.)
Linkin Park - What I've Done
will edit when more requests filter in xx
Thursday, July 19, 2007
music post 11
Carmen McRae - How Long Has This Been Going On (MJ Cole Remix)
Men, Women & Children - Dance In My Blood
Ben Harper - More Than Sorry
George Michael - Flawless (Go To The City)
Shapeshifters - Lola's Theme
Eagle Eyed Cherry - Save Tonight
The Doors - Hello, I Love You
Scissor Sisters - She's My Man & I Can't Decide
Jefferson Starship Airplane - White Rabbit
Everclear - She's So High Above Me
Seven Mary Three - Cumbersome
I still can't sleep properley, so don't expect brains :'<
request post up next!
if I may have a song you'd like/want, comment away.
eg. "laur oh I love Interpol, post all you have of them!" etc xx
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
oh my god.
it is.
so cold.
forrealz,my contacts were so chilly from being in their little water stuff, it was like putting ice into my eyes. D:! D:!
Amsterdam and Essex were great by the way, got some shit stolen and photos lost in Holland, but hey it's probably karma for some crap I pulled way back, so i'm zen with everything again.
Jetlag is a real bitch, I fall asleep at 11, wake up at 2:30, can't sleep till 7:30, then I pass out and wake up at like 10am. it feels like my whole day is gone, and i'm really tiredddd. the difference with Holland/England is 8 to 9 hours, which is shit since it's not like a reversal of your day like 12 hour difference would be, it's just messes you up to half the time when you should sleep your body wants to be awake, and vice versa.
last HP book strikes on saturday, not that i'll be reading it. i'll eventually get around to it, but I just don't have super amounts of time/interest to do it in a quick fashion. year 12 is all about wanting to have this awesome lifestyle, but school is all 'shit, no, can't have you doing that. or at least you CAN do it, but then right after you're going to feel this tasty catholic guilt about it'.
everything becomes something you are doing to procrastinate from contributing to your 'learning'. fuck that, I learn all the time, about everything. amazing things. it's all from SBS, internet and most of all from people. not what you make me sit and do, which sure is pretty interesting, but it also stresses me the hell out, which I don't enjoy, and I don't have the money to get a massage every two days, and i'm short on meditation time.
anyway all this is just a very tired me, catch you up for tunes soon xx
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Sunday, June 10, 2007
music post 10
DJ Tiesto - Motorcycle
Bittersweet - Don't Forget to Breathe
Dragonforce - Above the Winter Moonlight
Alex Gaudino - Destination Unknown
Erik Satie - Gymnopedie No.1
Hoku - Perfect Day
Calvin Harris - Colors
Everybody Else - Meat Market
yeahhhhh for a totally dorky mix!
just back from a snoozy, dozy wonderful long time in queenscliff. hope your weekends were rad.
ps. this guy loses his cool detail when he's small.. :(
Saturday, June 2, 2007
Yann Tiersen and an awesome belt buckle...
ahaha picture totally not related.
if you don't have it already, grab the OST for Goodbye Lenin.
Yann Tiersen is the best virtuoso of our times fo sho.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
SPECIAL: Mr.J Medeiros - Constance
he's part of the underground group The Procussions, and this song i've had lingering and can't help listening to all the time..
Mr. J Medeiros - Constance
An old man vacationing,
he stands patiently under,
a hotel sign that blinks vacancy.
he's thinking maybe-
he's too late to make the drop off
'till a truck coming his way
breaks and stops short,
and now he's out of sorts-
and you can see he's sorta nervous
walking to the passenger door
to meet his ordered service.
this is someones daughter working,
blames his conscience,
when the driver says:
'She's my youngest, her name is Constance.'
he comments
'and its only 6 dollars per visit;
just dont leave any marks on her,
it hurts business'
thought for a minute and he confessed
'that's fair'
since it was three dollars less
than his cab fare.
'how old are you honey?'
she says 'im thirteen.'
her nose was runny,
its raining in the Philippines
he handed over the money
in a chilling scene, the truck drives off
and now he's on the hunt to kill her dreams
the sign reads no vacancy,
he leads Constance to a room
he has rented for taping see,
he's about to turn six
into six thousand
and all you have to do is
click on your web browser
its not illegal to use raping as a cash crop
as long as it says she's 18 on your laptop
the sound of rain is her backdrop
laying there,
like she's waiting for somebody
to say they care.
while the tears of God
fall down the windowpane,
she feels unholy
like her Father doesnt know her name.
Mary Magdalene and
the Woman At The Well;
He knows everything that happened,
and in His arms she fell.
will you stay with me?
He's 21 and all alone
in his household,
he's tempted by the quiet he feels
and the mouse he holds.
the silence of his spouse is cold,
so he's about to help that man
get his six thousand - gold
one click and now she's sold
withholding his conscience,
scrolling through the comments
there she is looking confident;
a picture of Constance
in a series of video clips,
'adult content'
the title blinks in bold letters
like the vacancy sign;
its his time to go get her.
its like his mind doesnt know better-
her soul is crying out 'let me go'
but he wont let her.
he got her trapped inside
his media player
held captive by his need to replay her.
it's a matter of he being here,
and she being there,
that's why he doesnt feel the need to care.
guilt is in the seed he bares
spilling his shares of the profit
on a 500 million dollar market,
where children are regarded as product
and traded like stock tips
and raped for the sake of our pockets.
his laptop sits like a window
into Constances' room, where
he exits coz its almost noon,
and he's expecting his wife home soon.
With new clothes for the baby,
she'd be angry if she saw
his new lady;
a thirteen year old Filipino named Constance.
trust me girl,
God has not forgotten.
He knew Mary Magdalene and
the Woman at the Well.
He knows everything that happens.
...and in His arms she fell.
Mr. J Medeiros - Constance
An old man vacationing,
he stands patiently under,
a hotel sign that blinks vacancy.
he's thinking maybe-
he's too late to make the drop off
'till a truck coming his way
breaks and stops short,
and now he's out of sorts-
and you can see he's sorta nervous
walking to the passenger door
to meet his ordered service.
this is someones daughter working,
blames his conscience,
when the driver says:
'She's my youngest, her name is Constance.'
he comments
'and its only 6 dollars per visit;
just dont leave any marks on her,
it hurts business'
thought for a minute and he confessed
'that's fair'
since it was three dollars less
than his cab fare.
'how old are you honey?'
she says 'im thirteen.'
her nose was runny,
its raining in the Philippines
he handed over the money
in a chilling scene, the truck drives off
and now he's on the hunt to kill her dreams
the sign reads no vacancy,
he leads Constance to a room
he has rented for taping see,
he's about to turn six
into six thousand
and all you have to do is
click on your web browser
its not illegal to use raping as a cash crop
as long as it says she's 18 on your laptop
the sound of rain is her backdrop
laying there,
like she's waiting for somebody
to say they care.
while the tears of God
fall down the windowpane,
she feels unholy
like her Father doesnt know her name.
Mary Magdalene and
the Woman At The Well;
He knows everything that happened,
and in His arms she fell.
will you stay with me?
He's 21 and all alone
in his household,
he's tempted by the quiet he feels
and the mouse he holds.
the silence of his spouse is cold,
so he's about to help that man
get his six thousand - gold
one click and now she's sold
withholding his conscience,
scrolling through the comments
there she is looking confident;
a picture of Constance
in a series of video clips,
'adult content'
the title blinks in bold letters
like the vacancy sign;
its his time to go get her.
its like his mind doesnt know better-
her soul is crying out 'let me go'
but he wont let her.
he got her trapped inside
his media player
held captive by his need to replay her.
it's a matter of he being here,
and she being there,
that's why he doesnt feel the need to care.
guilt is in the seed he bares
spilling his shares of the profit
on a 500 million dollar market,
where children are regarded as product
and traded like stock tips
and raped for the sake of our pockets.
his laptop sits like a window
into Constances' room, where
he exits coz its almost noon,
and he's expecting his wife home soon.
With new clothes for the baby,
she'd be angry if she saw
his new lady;
a thirteen year old Filipino named Constance.
trust me girl,
God has not forgotten.
He knew Mary Magdalene and
the Woman at the Well.
He knows everything that happens.
...and in His arms she fell.
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
music post 9 special: packs
packs mean a zip containing two or more songs by the same artist.
The Fratellis Pack
everyone and their dog listens to them now, that doesn't make them any less riotously awesome! indie playful, amazing instrument use..
8mm Pack
trip-hop, vaguely nuveau-jazz... probably for fans of The Knife, good background music.
Plus-Tech Squeeze Box Pack
zany japanese electronicaaaaa, genre called 'picopop', the equivalent of electropop. love it, but acquired taste. listen for the insanity.
Gunther Pack
funniest stuff i've heard all week!! 'ooh you touch my tra la la... oooh my ding-ding-dong'.... its horrifically funny in his 'manlyyy' voice. irresistibly eurovison'd.
The Donnas Pack
one of those 'all girl' alt rock bands... but still punchy and fun, quite likeable. good when I feel a bit pissed off kyahaha.
Elliot Smith Pack
who DOESN'T know this guy? first time I heard him was listening to 'needle in the hay' playing when ritchie was cutting his wrists in the royal tanenbaums (one of my favourite films, fyi :0!). indie accoustic rock, and my staple for when feeling depressed. its amazing and everyone ends up liking it somehow..
he died at 34 from a stab wound to the chest (inconclusive wether he, or his girlfriend did the choppy-choppy) after a life in which alcoholism, drugs and depression were rife. such a cobain character, only for the sad instead of angry??
let me know if there's any dead linkage, comment if taking (even if you were that person... just suprise me eh :/ )
Monday, May 28, 2007
cartharsis
post something here anonymously.
a confession, secret, open letter, something you've thought of saying to somebody, but you're never going to.
say it here.
a confession, secret, open letter, something you've thought of saying to somebody, but you're never going to.
say it here.
music post 8
Benny Benassi - Love is Gonna Save Us
aww yay for the benny, the standard stock of bass but viola; lasting value.
ATV Vs. Faithless - Don't Stop Vs. Insomnia
a lot of folks don't like mashups, but I love them when done well. combo of two 90s/rave/rollerblade songs that you're going to know.
David Banner - Play (Dirty Ver.)
straight-up perversity ch'yup.
Cosmic Gate feat. Jan Johnston - I Feel Wonderful
while cosmic usually deals in cute-rave, this is more dance.
Sunday, May 20, 2007
music post 7
Daddy Yankee - Gasolina
that silly song that started from those wonky dance lessons.. a staple of a lot of parties these days, ahaha
Tune Up - Ravers Fantasy
ohh its cuuute electro-rave! haha it's got to b some kind of DDR song...
Mew - Saliva
i'm in bigtimelove for these danish boys. having been described as 'dreamy thunderstorm pop', they are just so cuddly and neat and everything, 'the zookeepers' boy' is their most known, so have this one as an alternative.
T.I - Bring em Out
the beat is so unconventional and bouncy, it's enough to make it super fun for a rappurr track.
Young Jeezy Feat. R Kelly - Go Getta
don't be turned off by de ghetto, the vocal layering and backvoicing is slickkk.
Fisherspooner - The 15th
FINALLY I found a high-qual version! I had a shitty one but still really liked it... now it's a classy level, you can love it too. reminds me of taking a taxi alone in the dark... hmm.
TLC - No Scrubs
okay, had a total punch to the gut of nostalgia during my glorious limo tour. trust me, you'll laugh at how much this smacks of the 90s. you're going to know it!
The Drill - The Drill
tripped-out bass-laced club dance... and no I don't know what exactly is going on with the song title/dj name coordination either. hot track anyway.
Yung Joc - Hear me Comin'
ahhhh yung joc, yumm. it's really driving, the boy has talent folks. something here breaks the typical rap mould, can't pick it yet.
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