Lets play the words making up game.
For better effect sing them to a tune you've made up.
Honga bonga balagonga fay
lakapasafalatasanay
boogliona falagonga day
eksiopinader flaggerbost ink
zarananafackalonga nay
zay zay zay
oonkliosa
frankosa
The end.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Procrastinating is probably something we are all familiar with, and I can say I'm definitely going through that a bit right now.... sometimes I wonder what even causes it and I wonder what is in between ideas and putting them to action but something interesting was brought to my brains tonight that I really liked,,
we came back from the movies tonight and we walked in the door and the house looked amazing... we had a few light that hadn't had lightbulbs in I think the whoooole time I've lived here and today while we were out some new ones were put in. They make the house look amazing and everything just looked 100 times better and there was a whole new feel to everything because of these freakin new lightbulbs I'm telling ya.
So one way I looked at it was like, something as simple and CHEAP as a lightbulb can make everything better, when sometimes we sit around thinking of ideas for how the house could look better, and we never really thought of lighting at all. It was all extreme like tvs n couches n microwaves.
So I put it into perspective of how I live sometimes and it kinda measured up to me being like 'oh I need work and I need to do this and I need to do this why aren't I doing it I don't understand lalalalala....' when maybe I just need to change something tiny and simple in my lifestyle and the way that I think before changes start happening, like motivation and shite like that..
And that is all. I like it when stuff like that comes to my head. Thinking bigg....er. It's not just lightbulbs... it's a whooole lot more!
we came back from the movies tonight and we walked in the door and the house looked amazing... we had a few light that hadn't had lightbulbs in I think the whoooole time I've lived here and today while we were out some new ones were put in. They make the house look amazing and everything just looked 100 times better and there was a whole new feel to everything because of these freakin new lightbulbs I'm telling ya.
So one way I looked at it was like, something as simple and CHEAP as a lightbulb can make everything better, when sometimes we sit around thinking of ideas for how the house could look better, and we never really thought of lighting at all. It was all extreme like tvs n couches n microwaves.
So I put it into perspective of how I live sometimes and it kinda measured up to me being like 'oh I need work and I need to do this and I need to do this why aren't I doing it I don't understand lalalalala....' when maybe I just need to change something tiny and simple in my lifestyle and the way that I think before changes start happening, like motivation and shite like that..
And that is all. I like it when stuff like that comes to my head. Thinking bigg....er. It's not just lightbulbs... it's a whooole lot more!
Monday, April 13, 2009
I got what I wanted and it took me a year to kinda fully realized it so now I'll go to the next thing.
I'm starting a zine called unused cities or unused city's (I haven't decided the spelling yet) bt it's basically all about people of Melbourne, or probably most of Fitzroy because that's where I am most of the time.
I want there to be photo's of people and witht their permission a little brief about them based on the questions I ask, and (ALL PERMISSION BASED) conversations I've recorded onto my mp3 player of random times, it'ss have a list of everyone in the recording and who they are, where their from etc, and I'll just write the whole thing out basically. It will be mostly on people, all kiiinds of people.
This week I have to create a 5 minute short film on myself to 'capture my personality' and I'm gonna get Sharmayne:
to do it for me over 3 days, and instead of it being just a straight 5 minutes it will be 5 minuted of 3-6 second takes all put into one thing. She knows me well enough to get me at right times and we share the same kinda interest in a whole heap of shit so I can definitely trust her to make it sweet as and she is real creative.
The film is to complete my audition.
Which, is allll gooood.
I'm starting a zine called unused cities or unused city's (I haven't decided the spelling yet) bt it's basically all about people of Melbourne, or probably most of Fitzroy because that's where I am most of the time.
I want there to be photo's of people and witht their permission a little brief about them based on the questions I ask, and (ALL PERMISSION BASED) conversations I've recorded onto my mp3 player of random times, it'ss have a list of everyone in the recording and who they are, where their from etc, and I'll just write the whole thing out basically. It will be mostly on people, all kiiinds of people.
This week I have to create a 5 minute short film on myself to 'capture my personality' and I'm gonna get Sharmayne:
to do it for me over 3 days, and instead of it being just a straight 5 minutes it will be 5 minuted of 3-6 second takes all put into one thing. She knows me well enough to get me at right times and we share the same kinda interest in a whole heap of shit so I can definitely trust her to make it sweet as and she is real creative.
The film is to complete my audition.
Which, is allll gooood.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Frickin Home on Argyle aye. Ya can't go wrong.
I remember about a year and half back from now, I was living with my aunty Buffy and cousin Jasper and it was great times, family fun great cool. But when Jasper was at school, and my Aunty was at work, I bored myself almost... to death.
I would do the same thing almost everyday unless it was an exciting day where I hung out with my loves Bing and Pal which were a plenty, yet these lonely confused days built up on me like a ton of bricks and I drove myself insane.
At one point I just woke up when my family did and had breakfast whatever, then when they'd leave, I used to listen to Rancid and Led Zeppelin over and over while cleaning the house and doing the dishes or whatever and talking to Pal on the phone, but then when we moved into the next house things were just getting gayer because I wasn't working either. I remember going to my room and crying my eyes out wondering what the fuck I was doing and getting sicker from my thought and having to write down on colourful paper all these positive affirmations and writing down everyone that I knew loved me to make myself feel better, I used to hang around in the kitchen listening to Bfm the best radio station ever, and listening to Die! Die! Die!'s amazing album promises promises or Elton Johns madman across the water and singing it all the time.
I used to sit in this same armchair at some points and one thought that stays vividly in my mind in my memory is the one where I used to think, where the fuck are all the people?? Where are these people that I want to be meeting and hanging around with? Where are they? I can't just resort to wasting my life in this house day by day. It can't happen, and the scary thing was was that somewhere I knew they were coming and it wouldn't be long. I stuck it in my subconscious or either my subconscious stuck it in me because nowadays I can walk along the street home and thinking how the fuck did everything in that sector of my life come to me in one year better than how I even imagined? Life is amazing. I blame it on being completely realistic and practical on what you want in life - in an extreme way that is out of your bounds at the time. That's exactly what I did and it took me a while to realize it, but it fucking amazes me day in day out.
Forward about a year and a half, and if I'm sitting bored in an armchair there are the people around that I was wanting to hang out with. There right there. I'm talking to them. I'm laughing with them. I'm learning from them. It's insane.
I love this house. I could cry in joy about how amazing it is.
You walk in the door and there'll be two Irish lovers speaking with their wicked accents about their van, and playing with Diablos next to Flora the manager who keeps everyone under control who walks into Dan who's wandering round wondering why me and Sharmayne find it funny to hand him a cornflake on a bubblegum wrapper while Ian from Leeds laughs in confusion then hands me an office quote from the book that we've said a million times but still find it priceless but then Liam will shuffle past on the phone and won't be able to stop moving because he's sorting out some new musical equipment and possibly drugs and never keeping still with our Beautiful Italian boys Alberto & Sebastian smoking spliffs as if they're cigarettes playing guitar and learning English rooming with Matt our token punk rocker/decent music of our time encyclopedia devouring his pearly white bass guitar scrunching round in his makeshift leather jacket/s having a laugh with Ben from Holland who is totally not funny but pretty funny when he's not trying to be telling us how small Holland really is while our Kiwi crew consisting of Ping Pong champ Tui Simmonds teasing MC Steve in a loving way while Nash has a beer in his hand and a cardboard sword with a Big Heart and Jesse our beautiful subtle bass player of the SOLOMON JAMSKI looking for a bong while realizing it's right there with Andrea and his six pack and English skills comin atcha telling us how he never wants to leave Australia and never wants to go back to Italy while James darling puts up with my never ending whack coming out of my mouth and Sven our German freaking us out wearing boxer shorts everywhere and telling us (jokingly?) that he wants that new mustache to look like a rapist and Emma the token Girlfriend of the married house owner and her cat business telling us not to pat her kitty Alfie's back yet because a chip has just been put in that Steve doesn't know about yet because he went back to London on us all because of money issues that I used to Jam with everyday and be continuously amazed at how beautiful it was to play guitar with another person and actually have a flow with me wondering why he's so slow with his answers sometimes maybe it was all those Bongs maybe the beautiful Wellingtonian Ariana understood me because she was in his room but maybe she was occupied on other things like her wonderful creativity and beautiful energy while I reminisce the time Marthe fucking Marthe with 3068 (north Fitzroy) imprinted on her wrist for life took something the fizzed in our hands that made us think we were never taught time when I walk into another room and see what goings on are going on then we hear eclectic music coming out from strange nooks and crannies of the house when I joint is passed to you then you stand back
and be amazed
that you live in such a dream come true slice of .. [insert appropriate word here]
I remember about a year and half back from now, I was living with my aunty Buffy and cousin Jasper and it was great times, family fun great cool. But when Jasper was at school, and my Aunty was at work, I bored myself almost... to death.
I would do the same thing almost everyday unless it was an exciting day where I hung out with my loves Bing and Pal which were a plenty, yet these lonely confused days built up on me like a ton of bricks and I drove myself insane.
At one point I just woke up when my family did and had breakfast whatever, then when they'd leave, I used to listen to Rancid and Led Zeppelin over and over while cleaning the house and doing the dishes or whatever and talking to Pal on the phone, but then when we moved into the next house things were just getting gayer because I wasn't working either. I remember going to my room and crying my eyes out wondering what the fuck I was doing and getting sicker from my thought and having to write down on colourful paper all these positive affirmations and writing down everyone that I knew loved me to make myself feel better, I used to hang around in the kitchen listening to Bfm the best radio station ever, and listening to Die! Die! Die!'s amazing album promises promises or Elton Johns madman across the water and singing it all the time.
I used to sit in this same armchair at some points and one thought that stays vividly in my mind in my memory is the one where I used to think, where the fuck are all the people?? Where are these people that I want to be meeting and hanging around with? Where are they? I can't just resort to wasting my life in this house day by day. It can't happen, and the scary thing was was that somewhere I knew they were coming and it wouldn't be long. I stuck it in my subconscious or either my subconscious stuck it in me because nowadays I can walk along the street home and thinking how the fuck did everything in that sector of my life come to me in one year better than how I even imagined? Life is amazing. I blame it on being completely realistic and practical on what you want in life - in an extreme way that is out of your bounds at the time. That's exactly what I did and it took me a while to realize it, but it fucking amazes me day in day out.
Forward about a year and a half, and if I'm sitting bored in an armchair there are the people around that I was wanting to hang out with. There right there. I'm talking to them. I'm laughing with them. I'm learning from them. It's insane.
I love this house. I could cry in joy about how amazing it is.
You walk in the door and there'll be two Irish lovers speaking with their wicked accents about their van, and playing with Diablos next to Flora the manager who keeps everyone under control who walks into Dan who's wandering round wondering why me and Sharmayne find it funny to hand him a cornflake on a bubblegum wrapper while Ian from Leeds laughs in confusion then hands me an office quote from the book that we've said a million times but still find it priceless but then Liam will shuffle past on the phone and won't be able to stop moving because he's sorting out some new musical equipment and possibly drugs and never keeping still with our Beautiful Italian boys Alberto & Sebastian smoking spliffs as if they're cigarettes playing guitar and learning English rooming with Matt our token punk rocker/decent music of our time encyclopedia devouring his pearly white bass guitar scrunching round in his makeshift leather jacket/s having a laugh with Ben from Holland who is totally not funny but pretty funny when he's not trying to be telling us how small Holland really is while our Kiwi crew consisting of Ping Pong champ Tui Simmonds teasing MC Steve in a loving way while Nash has a beer in his hand and a cardboard sword with a Big Heart and Jesse our beautiful subtle bass player of the SOLOMON JAMSKI looking for a bong while realizing it's right there with Andrea and his six pack and English skills comin atcha telling us how he never wants to leave Australia and never wants to go back to Italy while James darling puts up with my never ending whack coming out of my mouth and Sven our German freaking us out wearing boxer shorts everywhere and telling us (jokingly?) that he wants that new mustache to look like a rapist and Emma the token Girlfriend of the married house owner and her cat business telling us not to pat her kitty Alfie's back yet because a chip has just been put in that Steve doesn't know about yet because he went back to London on us all because of money issues that I used to Jam with everyday and be continuously amazed at how beautiful it was to play guitar with another person and actually have a flow with me wondering why he's so slow with his answers sometimes maybe it was all those Bongs maybe the beautiful Wellingtonian Ariana understood me because she was in his room but maybe she was occupied on other things like her wonderful creativity and beautiful energy while I reminisce the time Marthe fucking Marthe with 3068 (north Fitzroy) imprinted on her wrist for life took something the fizzed in our hands that made us think we were never taught time when I walk into another room and see what goings on are going on then we hear eclectic music coming out from strange nooks and crannies of the house when I joint is passed to you then you stand back
and be amazed
that you live in such a dream come true slice of .. [insert appropriate word here]
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