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Nissan 350Z, Chrysler Crossfire, Audi TT Quattro Coupe, Audi Nuvolari (when
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friday
may two.eight ~ eamon/franki - don't want you back/fuck you right back~ Once a upon a time there was a beautiful little fish, with scales of that would have shined red and gold if he had ever surfaced to see the sun, which he never did. Who, through a natural flaw sprouted legs and arms of sorts. And he was ostracised by other memebers of the colourful fish community, though not one of them knew what arms and legs were, only that this fish was 'different'. thursday
may two.seven ~ tlc - red light special ~ So the exploding computer (long story) was opened up yesterday. And it turns out the powerbox was in otherwise good shape save for a fuse. wednesday may two.six ~ chingy ft jweave - one call away~ The day after I obtain a bottle of chandon for my copy writing 'efforts', it looks almost certain that i may in fact end up failing a subject this semster, regardless of what effort i put into it now. i wonder if i should bother attending the exam. friday may two.one ~ nina simone - i put a spell on you ~ Loaded with work. See you in couple of weeks. wednesday
may one.nine ~ yato yuria - sayonara ~ ATTENTION PLEASE BOYS AND GIRLS saturday may one.five ~ placebo - i'll be yours ~ There are times when I make exceptions for cliches, like when they are redeeming in their economically packed meanings, or their myopic view of the populance's (un)intelligence. For instance, there's a phrase that I especially like in japanese. nametekakaru, meaning, to take someone/thing lightly. Nameru, though, is literally 'to lick'. Bad things happen when people don't take things seriously. Please, don't lick me. thursday may one.four ~ garbage - the world is not enough ~ three in the morning, sipping cold java having to stay awake and think of them, in summer pjs too thin for this weather. and you'll sit here all night if you have to, and wait for their call, stubborn, to hold them to their promise, or even just to hold them. because only when they call, does your phone play the first eight bars of your favourite song. if they had mustered up the courage to ask you this very instant... what would you say? if there were, and though there never really is, only two possible outcomes, two distinct futures divergent exclusively from your muffled answer, and their painfully closed question. which one would you choose? sunday may zero.nine ~ outkast - roses ~ be nice to your mum today, folks. or at least try to openly antagonise her a little less than usual. friday may zero.seven ~ destiny's child - where'd you go? ~ thanks to regan's generous loan of viewing material, spent around ten hours last night, non-stop, sitting mesmerised, or just numbly frozen, or coz onichi looks like jay a bit and jay is a sexy sexy man oh yeah, through some of the worst acting i've ever come across, on GTO (Great Teacher Onizuka). *shudder* just because some behaviours are acceptable when an anime character does it, doesn't mean that it will be received as favourably when carried out repeatedly with all too much enthusiasm by flesh and blood fully grown j drama actors. scary, scary stuff. wednesday may zero.four ~ silence ~ if i say i'm a copywriter, don't nobody question my ass. if i say i seem a little jaded sometimes, it's coz i have an anal-optical nerve which leaves me with a shitty outlook on life. the presence of this nerve is proven in the tearing up of your eyes when you insert foreign objects anally. har. saturday may zero.one ~ norah jones - like a flower ~ as part of weekly Do Something Stupid Day, went to the Australian Idol auditions with Nids and Diliky. Ask either of them for further detailed, painful descriptions of how it was raining and six degrees at three in the morning, and how the rain soakes through your shoes and the pack of your pant legs get wet as well, and there's no where to pee out the horrible celery soup that's gone cold and undrinkable by 5AM. etc. anyway. saw some really talented people at the Melbourne auditions. Hope the tea pot girl wins. yay melbourne. thursday
apr two.nine ~ utada hikaru - simple and clean ~ can't write. nothing comes out. anything that does come out makes no sense to the preceding sentence. i'm scared. if i can't write, there's nothing else that i can do. wednesday apr two.eight ~ fiona apple - slow like honey ~ sorely insulted. wednesday apr two.one ~ destiny's child - temptation ~ should have done a lot of this this past week of holidays. but didn't. should turn up to class more often. but haven't managed that either. won't be getting no transfer this year, that's for sure. bam bam. saturday apr one.seven ~ black eyed peas - smells like funk ~ it rained tonight. so went to see some guys drifting. very exciting. very illegal. thursday apr one.five ~ kelis - trick me ~ a few good friends. irreplaceable. wednesday apr one.four ~ muro + dj watara - lesson ~ and when you do stupid shit like that, or not like that, or exactly as he fears since the last time and every other time you take him out with your friends, he will eventually start to love you less, too. this cycle of mutual indignation has become rather habitual of late. the trouble with this is that, despite all the name calling, the flinching at a touch, then the fleeting make ups just because, neither of you can see a way out. six months of your life. and all the painful days even before that. you will both wonder whether the lukewarm comfort of waking up as someone cherished, is worth any of it. friday
apr zero.nine ~ sakamoto maaya - hemisphere ~ why i hate uni balls (part two) : by annie guo wednesday
apr zero.seven ~ tupac - me and my girlfriend ~ why i hate uni balls : by annie guo friday apr zero.two ~ matchobox 2 - unwell ~ yeah. it kinda sucks that english doesn't have a great multitude of pronouns to choose from, that would be able to distinguish the frequent references in here of 'him' independent of context, whether it be my beloved/bewitching boy, any number of guys i use to see, or my absent/abusive father. sorry for the confusion. thursday
apr zero.one ~ muse - time is running out ~ got april fooled twice this morning, all in good humour if not for the stupid box sitting in a big wheely bin somewhwhere. i'm sorry if i'm not as gullible or as easily bought as so hoped. no, wait... i'm not sorry. i didn't do anything wrong. it's so typicaly audacious of him to think he can just buy people out like that, flash a credit card and think that it'll make everything okay again. coz it doesn't. it can't. that should be blatantly obvious, shouldn't it? i don't anything from him. i don't want to know him. monday mar two.nine ~ bonnie pink - are you sure ~ i saw him today. in a red wine shirt and black jacket, rushing, from, wouldn't you know, the lecture right before mine. he saw me. i looked away; he was gone. he had gotten silver tips in his hair like he had said he wanted. and for a second there i couldn't breathe, couldn't stand straight, and she asked me if i was ok. i said yeah, smiled. you'd ask me too, later, when i was sitting in front of my as yet unwritten essay, frowning out at the rain, and i'd say yeah, fine, great, and smiled, and stared at the orange highlighted notes i'd made, wondering why orange text seemed to always look so dirty. 'heartcrack'. and not even want to look at you. and i couldn't tell you about him, about any of it; i didn't think i would ever see him again, and so i had told myself it'd be okay, that we'd be okay. and we are, still okay. even if every time i want to tell our story, there'll always be these big chunks missing, and there'll always be chunks where i'll want to cry and scream or whimper fuck you all, fuck you fuck you and fuck whoever you fucked and i fucked and whatever the fuck it might have been then. sunday mar two.eight ~ ranma 1/2 - lambada ranma ~ extra hour of sleep, my ass. i need a drink. friday mar two.six ~ lmf - gen x cops ~ things are bad. b. a. d. sunday mar two.one ~ peggy lee - you give me fever ~ its often after one of these crazy sleep deprived and less than happily intoxicated weekends, where the days blur into each other, that i find myself more and more to be just another muted teenage cliche. thursday
mar one.eight ~ sakamoto maaya - vector ~ There is a spare hard drive sitting on my desk, suggled in between two stacks of music cds, falling in and out of favour. I meant to install it, but like a lot of of things I say I will do, I don't. And it looks like, when I squint a little, or late at night when my contacts are sleeping in their solution, like a little city. wendnesday mar one.seven ~ garbage - androgyny ~ played more pool today. the end. tuesday mar one.six ~ carlos santana ft alejandro lerner - hoy es adios ~ if you are not the squeamish type, then you have to see this. monday
mar one.five ~ cocteau twins - this love ~ ran into blakeman at uni today. shit, that brings back memories. saturday mar one.three ~ brier ft minesinhold - deal ~ three guess: who the referent of the sign 'fuckwit' is, given the context that it is me stomping up the street muttering it under my breath on a saturday afternoon. friday
mar one.four ~ aaliyah - are you feeling me ~ there i was thinking i would be having withdrawal symptoms from dropping liguistics. but alas... thursday mar one.one ~ black eyed peas - smells like funk ~ my boyfriend is so cute and smart. he figgered out the rubics cube. albeit it took him five months, and finally he will start paying attention to me and going to school, instead of spending every free minute fondling the damn cube. tuesday mar zero.nine ~ aco - time ~ spiffy little bbq at abby's house last night. finally got a chance to try out her all stars hammock, and flip wonderously through her eye-popping super fantastic artwork. she really is amazing. a couple of her friends are also re-writing a mills & boon entitled 'shirley gets laid - pants aflame' ("he thrust once, he trust twice, he thrust thrice. and just as shirley was starting to get over all her virginal inhibitions, he released his hot man fudge into her with a grunting that originated somewhere below his cockneyed glottis. then he rolled over, farted wetly and went to sleep, leaving her with a mild case of thrust.") hey, i'd fork out money to buy it. sunday mar zero.seven ~ dj masterkey ft hitimez + juju - meaning of life ~
yup yup, this is the new purple themed autumn layout. this page is girly and kind of fun looking, coz its cold and rainy, and that generally puts me in a good mood. will attempt to put
up the rest of the pages by the end of week. new sketches and new books and
new music to boot. note the sexy lady in the sexy car in the title, that's me... in about ten years... once the Nissan 350Z has sufficiently depreciated in value that I can afford it, probably second hand, on my arts graduate salary >8) and even then I'll probably still have to moonlight for the gas money that this baby's 3.5L engine gulps up. saturday mar zero.six - kelis - in public ~ my pool skillz have somewhat improved since six hour days hunched over that virtual pool game, and i've started trying to pull smart ass shots that don't work a lot, but look so damn flashy when they do and i want to dance on a table and hit my head on the lamp and get plastic bills stuck down my g. and we play pub rules, which means that brendon, the little dear, owes us a naked dance. my, my, i can't wait to see the other half of that smooth, taunt bod. btw uni has started and there's a whole backpile of reading after only five days. drab, tis. |