My Life According to:
Damien Rice
Are you a male or female:
one's daughter
Describe yourself:
I'm not a miracle
How do you feel?
Lord, can you hear me now?
Or am I lost?
Describe where you currently live:
in a little house
On the side of a little hill...
in the good good morning sun
If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
a bridge in this storm
Your favourite form of transportation:
with higher speed
Favourite colour:
I got a ribbon of green on my guitar
Your best friend is:
little brother
You and your best friends are:
Those times that I was broke, and you stood strong
I hope I find a place where I feel I belong
What's the weather like?
grey
Favorite time of day:
dark enough
If your life was a TV show, what would it be called?
mildly free
What is life to you?
Something unusual, something strange
Your relationship:
I'm too shy
I should have kissed you when we were alone
Your fear:
So pray for me child, just for a while
That I might break out yeah
Pray for me child
Even a smile would do for now
What is the best advice you have to give?
We do what we need to be free
Thought for the day:
We'll both forget the breeze
Most of the time
How you would like to die:
Explain to her your weakness
So she understands
And then roll over and die
My soul's present condition:
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?
My motto:
I could be strong
Friday, December 3, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
I was talking to an old friend this week on Facebook. One of those friends that slips away and you don't ever expect to hear from again, with no idea what their life looks like.
It was so great to catch up on, literally, years of news - finding out what he's up to, catching him up on my crazy adventures, and as always, throwing in a little bit of reminiscing. Looking back with nostalgia at when life was maybe just that little bit simpler.
I've always known that my life is a really blessed one, thanks to the family and situations God has placed me in, so I tend to struggle with understanding the difficulties other people face.
I've been staring at my computer for the last half an hour trying to work out where to go with that. How do I say whatever it is I want to say, and have it actually mean anything? I don't even know what it is that I do want to say.
What I do know is that I like facts, that I know. Statistics interest me - which is odd for someone who recently proved she cannot add up to 24.
But finding out that suicide is the 3rd leading cause of death in young people aged 15-24? or that 15-20% of the world's population will be affected majorly by depression?
Those aren't facts I like.
That's when I start hoping that someone happens to be just as bad at maths as me and got their numbers muddled. But that's very real. And wishing it away isn't the right way for me to come to terms with what this world is like.
So if that's you out there, if somehow you stumbled onto this page and you know that you fit into those kind of statistics, or you struggle to make it through to the end of the day,
please know you aren't alone.
And know that there are people out there who care
I care :)
My friend, the one who slipped back, I want him to know that too. I've been taking the backseat for too long, but I won't let him become another statistic. He's not slipping away again. Not on my watch.
I will write love on my arms
He slipped back :)
It was so great to catch up on, literally, years of news - finding out what he's up to, catching him up on my crazy adventures, and as always, throwing in a little bit of reminiscing. Looking back with nostalgia at when life was maybe just that little bit simpler.
I've always known that my life is a really blessed one, thanks to the family and situations God has placed me in, so I tend to struggle with understanding the difficulties other people face.
I can't imagine the pain that some people face, the reality they have to wake up to each morning, the mess they tread through.
I can't say I've been there,
but that doesn't mean it doesn't matter;
it doesn't mean I don't care
but that doesn't mean it doesn't matter;
it doesn't mean I don't care
I've been staring at my computer for the last half an hour trying to work out where to go with that. How do I say whatever it is I want to say, and have it actually mean anything? I don't even know what it is that I do want to say.
What I do know is that I like facts, that I know. Statistics interest me - which is odd for someone who recently proved she cannot add up to 24.
But finding out that suicide is the 3rd leading cause of death in young people aged 15-24? or that 15-20% of the world's population will be affected majorly by depression?
Those aren't facts I like.
That's when I start hoping that someone happens to be just as bad at maths as me and got their numbers muddled. But that's very real. And wishing it away isn't the right way for me to come to terms with what this world is like.
So if that's you out there, if somehow you stumbled onto this page and you know that you fit into those kind of statistics, or you struggle to make it through to the end of the day,
please know you aren't alone.
And know that there are people out there who care
I care :)
My friend, the one who slipped back, I want him to know that too. I've been taking the backseat for too long, but I won't let him become another statistic. He's not slipping away again. Not on my watch.
I will write love on my arms
Saturday, October 16, 2010
It's gonna be alright this time. I'm coming home
Ko Petanē ahau. Nō Aotearoa ahau. Kia ora koutou katoa. Ehara au nō konei, He kakano ahau, ruia mai i Aoteaoroa
Nostalgia and Patriotism go hand in hand
Nostalgia and Patriotism go hand in hand
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Starved For Your Attention... starved for your attention
Oh San Francisco, how I love thee.
So it's been A few days since I arrived, and I've done so much already! In many ways it all feels like a dream.
Flights on the other hand weren't such a dream. It's a lot harder to get comfy when you don't know the person next to you, and feel afraid to move for fear of disturbing them.
But after a 12 hour flight, a 2 hour delay, and a 1 hour flight, I made it.
I can't really be bothered to make this an eloquent post so you're just gonna get the bare headlines. Apologies.
The Golden Gate bridge was covered by the morning fog when we (Aunty Doris, my cousins Kaelyn and Nalei, and myself) drove across it, but it was beautiful nevertheless and after an hour or so of chilling at the other side it cleared up well. Tres belle, and helped it hit home that I had really arrived.
Went into downtown San Fran yesterday and caught the tram down and around to the pier. Such an awesome ride, with such great views of the city. Had a lot of fun hanging on to the side, although the wind decided to play havoc with my dress at times. Forward planning next time :/
I took a video returning from the pier which gets some really good views along the way. Unfortunately I didn't know that you can't hold the camera at a portrait angle for taking video. Another thing to remember for next time. Here it is anyway:
It's been amazing so far, and I'm so grateful for my American family looking after me - and humouring me - so well.
It is strange being in a city so large. The crowds are a constant reminder that I am certainly only a visitor to this beautiful city. A little overwhelming, for sure.
So it's been A few days since I arrived, and I've done so much already! In many ways it all feels like a dream.
Flights on the other hand weren't such a dream. It's a lot harder to get comfy when you don't know the person next to you, and feel afraid to move for fear of disturbing them.
But after a 12 hour flight, a 2 hour delay, and a 1 hour flight, I made it.
I can't really be bothered to make this an eloquent post so you're just gonna get the bare headlines. Apologies.
The Golden Gate bridge was covered by the morning fog when we (Aunty Doris, my cousins Kaelyn and Nalei, and myself) drove across it, but it was beautiful nevertheless and after an hour or so of chilling at the other side it cleared up well. Tres belle, and helped it hit home that I had really arrived.
Went into downtown San Fran yesterday and caught the tram down and around to the pier. Such an awesome ride, with such great views of the city. Had a lot of fun hanging on to the side, although the wind decided to play havoc with my dress at times. Forward planning next time :/
I took a video returning from the pier which gets some really good views along the way. Unfortunately I didn't know that you can't hold the camera at a portrait angle for taking video. Another thing to remember for next time. Here it is anyway:
It's been amazing so far, and I'm so grateful for my American family looking after me - and humouring me - so well.
It is strange being in a city so large. The crowds are a constant reminder that I am certainly only a visitor to this beautiful city. A little overwhelming, for sure.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Stationary Stationery
Haven't written for a while.
It would be nice to report that I had actually found a life or got a new hobby or something, but no.
I got a twitter.
That's about all I've done.
America is coming around fast though, so I've been doing a lot to set that up. Roadtripped to Aucks with Davy, DP, and Dani; stayed for a couple of nights at a family friend's house and queued at the US embassy for about 2 hours.
And now it's just 26 days to go!!! And still so much to prepare...
Musicwise I'm still on the BTR train. Downloaded The Covers by Sam Tsui yesterday.
And stole a lot of new tunes from Davy's computer, which I'm yet to test drive. And going on a planning rampage trying to see as many live shows in America as my limited bank balance will allow!
That's all.. so I'll
Say goodnight and go.
It would be nice to report that I had actually found a life or got a new hobby or something, but no.
I got a twitter.
That's about all I've done.
America is coming around fast though, so I've been doing a lot to set that up. Roadtripped to Aucks with Davy, DP, and Dani; stayed for a couple of nights at a family friend's house and queued at the US embassy for about 2 hours.
And now it's just 26 days to go!!! And still so much to prepare...
Musicwise I'm still on the BTR train. Downloaded The Covers by Sam Tsui yesterday.
And stole a lot of new tunes from Davy's computer, which I'm yet to test drive. And going on a planning rampage trying to see as many live shows in America as my limited bank balance will allow!
That's all.. so I'll
Say goodnight and go.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
You don't have to put on that red light
So it turns out I'm a music slut.
You know...
See something, get all hot over it, pursue madly, get in deep with it all, lose interest, because some other good looking thing has just walked past, put my object of lust on the back-burner with all the others.
Slut :(
And not too happy about it.
But it's time to face the truth.
This week my musical crush (and personal, perhaps) is Big Time Rush, and boy band... kinda... based on a tv show of the same name, on Nickelodean. Very simple, catchy songs. Good voices and understated harmonies.
And yes, again, I am in love.
How could I not be?!
(slut mentality reenters)
Very, very talented boys. Very, very sexy boys. So yep, definitely my latest personal crush also.
Very, VERY sexy boys.But I haven't forgotten my past lovers!
The Ten Tenors still serenade me to sleep each night, and I frequent Jordan Pollard's page perhaps a little too much. Once I have sorted all these travel fees and rebuilt my bank balance, first thing on my shopping agenda is that album. That beautiful, beautiful album of Mr Pollard's.
UC Men's Octet is my general happy viewing still, Damien Rice my wailing music, Anberlin my driving/ walking/ travelling music, Sigur Ros for the magic moments, Westlife for everything, Death Cab for pondering,
Copeland... Coldplay... Imogen Heap... Family Force 5.
I really don't mean to desert my faithful lovers. I guess I just fall easily.
And eventually I return, even if it is with another man in tow.
But is it wrong?
Morally and all that. Musically.
To find new loves and fall quickly, madly, deeply.
Is it?
Morally and all that. Musically.
To find new loves and fall quickly, madly, deeply.
Is it?
Because, I gotta admit. I kind of enjoy this sluttiness.
Really like it.
Couldn't think of a better way to do it.
Because the only other option I can see is to chose your two or three bands and steadfastly, loyally support them and ONLY them, and everything else can jump off a cliff for all I care.
That, or have a general disposition of apathy. Oh, yeah that's alright... maybe I'll listen to them again sometime... whatever.
Which doesn't truly count as living in my head. Flatline.
Well, I'd rather be a slut than a bitch. Or a vegetable.
Sincerely,
Roxanne
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Recovering tectonic, trembling, you get me every time
mmmmmmmmmmusic
mmm....
Alors. Voici une vidéo de mes dix beaux hommes:
Check out that Jump!!!!! Epic.
And here is another, just because they are that incredible...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKZxh636MGQ
mmm....
Still not over The Ten Tenors show. "Still" I say, like it's ever gonna happen.
But it was amazing. Very amazing. And so I suppose it deserves me not getting over it. And of course, I wouldn't want any of you out there in cyberland to miss out on the experience. My internet is on the go slow, so I can only give you links
But it was amazing. Very amazing. And so I suppose it deserves me not getting over it. And of course, I wouldn't want any of you out there in cyberland to miss out on the experience. My internet is on the go slow, so I can only give you links
Alors. Voici une vidéo de mes dix beaux hommes:
Check out that Jump!!!!! Epic.
And here is another, just because they are that incredible...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKZxh636MGQ
This one - arms of an angel - is my newest falling asleep vid. It serves as the most beautiful lullaby EVER. My flatmate and I are in disagreement as to which voice we like better, the 1st or 2nd. Obviously they are both amazing (to the point that I nearly cried); that goes without saying. I am championing voice 2's cause. Because he made me gasp, and he is beautiful. And I haven't heard a voice that pure in forever. And I love him.
Is that a bit far? Dammit, I can't help it. The world should have noticed that I can't resist boys who can sing. They are my kryptonite. KRYPTONITE, I tell you! So it's not my fault. It's theirs.
Anyhoo, this particular beautiful boy who can sing - number 2 - has a name. And a debut solo
album also. His name is Jordan Pollard, and wow. One word summary right there: wow.
Wow to the voice
Wow to the face
Wow to the hair
Just wow.
♥♥♥
Ch-ch-check him out at his website here
Do it.
I wonder if famous people Google themselves. I would *cough*have*cough*.
I like being told I'm amazing, even if I never know how to respond. I guess if people keep saying it just for the sake of saying it, that might get old, but sincere, heartfelt compliments and encouragement truly cannot be beat.
So on the off-chance that any of the Tenors come across this (esp. you, Mr. Pollard), YOU ARE AMAZING AND I ACTUALLY LOVE YOU. Actually.
OH!!! And news that I simply cannot keep to myself... (and which I haven't kept to myself - it's plastered over all of my friends' Facebook walls)...
I'm going to see UC men's Octet live!!!!
I know!!!!!!!! How freaking crazyepicawesome is that?!
I emailed them a while back to find out if they had any shows over the summer break, and Keith - who is the current business manager - emailed back to say, sorry not at the moment but maybe something will come up later.
Turns out something DID come up! Last week I get an email saying something along the lines of "if you're still gonna be in California, then maybe we can organise a show for when you're around, since we were gonna try and get something sorted during that time anyway". Pretty much.
Pretty much EPIC!
But I'm soooo very very gutted, cos it looks like 5 of the 09-10 Octet group are leaving! 5 of 8!!!!
Frig!!! I love this group so much, and I'm sure I'll like the newbies, but heck! I LOVE these boys, and they're leaving me?! I am distraught.
So I'm thinking they should do a reunion tour sometime.... in New Zealand. Yes. Then I might be okay.
mmmmmmm.... eighteen beautiful reasons to love music.
Is that a bit far? Dammit, I can't help it. The world should have noticed that I can't resist boys who can sing. They are my kryptonite. KRYPTONITE, I tell you! So it's not my fault. It's theirs.
Anyhoo, this particular beautiful boy who can sing - number 2 - has a name. And a debut solo
album also. His name is Jordan Pollard, and wow. One word summary right there: wow.
Wow to the voice
Wow to the face
Wow to the hair
Just wow.
♥♥♥
Ch-ch-check him out at his website here
Do it.
I wonder if famous people Google themselves. I would *cough*have*cough*.
I like being told I'm amazing, even if I never know how to respond. I guess if people keep saying it just for the sake of saying it, that might get old, but sincere, heartfelt compliments and encouragement truly cannot be beat.
So on the off-chance that any of the Tenors come across this (esp. you, Mr. Pollard), YOU ARE AMAZING AND I ACTUALLY LOVE YOU. Actually.
OH!!! And news that I simply cannot keep to myself... (and which I haven't kept to myself - it's plastered over all of my friends' Facebook walls)...
I'm going to see UC men's Octet live!!!!
I know!!!!!!!! How freaking crazyepicawesome is that?!
I emailed them a while back to find out if they had any shows over the summer break, and Keith - who is the current business manager - emailed back to say, sorry not at the moment but maybe something will come up later.
Turns out something DID come up! Last week I get an email saying something along the lines of "if you're still gonna be in California, then maybe we can organise a show for when you're around, since we were gonna try and get something sorted during that time anyway". Pretty much.
Pretty much EPIC!
♥ Thank you Keith!! ♥
I say again, I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU GUYS, BECAUSE YOU AMAZE ME. Actually.
But I'm soooo very very gutted, cos it looks like 5 of the 09-10 Octet group are leaving! 5 of 8!!!!
Frig!!! I love this group so much, and I'm sure I'll like the newbies, but heck! I LOVE these boys, and they're leaving me?! I am distraught.
So I'm thinking they should do a reunion tour sometime.... in New Zealand. Yes. Then I might be okay.
So. Alors, alors.
I'll admit it.
I have a crush.
On eight guys. No, wait, EIGHTEEN guys.
And quite honestly, if certain ones were to just appear at my door right now and propose, I would not hesitate to accept.
Not for a second.
I'll admit it.
I have a crush.
On eight guys. No, wait, EIGHTEEN guys.
And quite honestly, if certain ones were to just appear at my door right now and propose, I would not hesitate to accept.
Not for a second.
mmmmmmm.... eighteen beautiful reasons to love music.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing
I have the best friends in the world. No argument. They win, hands down.
Cos, not only do they put up with my crap daily, and stay up late to watch movies with me, and vacuum my floor, cook AMAZING meals, laugh at my lame attempts at humour, plan to travel Europe with me, love me even when I'm being a dick... not only all of that, but they also know how to do a send off present with style.
First, they come to watch me singing on the worship team at church for the first time. Which I was so nervous about, and really thankful to see their supportive faces smiling up at me.
Then they plan a surprise evening which totally blew me away. Got all dressed up, having no idea where they were taking me. Bex lent me her cardi as well, gratefully received since all of mine were in the wash.
Then off we go... to the Empire Hotel for dinner! LoveloveLOVE these girls. We were laughing so much and telling the best of stories nostalgia has to offer, and taking - or rather, trying really hard to take - photos of the hot waiter guy, who Rosie pointed out really wasn't incredibly hot but hot enough to get our attention. And the food was delicious! Note to self: invest in a good lime sauce so then when I cook fish it has half a chance of tasting THAT good.
Seriously great memories were made right there.
Then, we all pile back into the car, after giggling past the disputed-hot-waiter, and start heading down Broadway.
Car pulls in to the side. Rosie turns around. Hands me a ticket. Alice: you're getting out here; have fun! Look at ticket. E-ticket to the... wait.. does that say... THE TEN TENORS?!?!?!
Holy Crap!!!
*squeals ensue* I'm close to tears.
They pretty much have to shove me out the car door. But once I'm out I'm gone, skip-running across the road, laughing to myself in squeaks.
In the door, head up to the Circle, after trying to go through the wrong door. Find my seat, and it's actually a pretty good spot... extra point to the girls.
I could not sit still, waiting for the show to begin. I was looking around EVERYWHERE; spent a particular amount of time studying the patterns on the roof, and the montage scenic painting above the stage.
Show begins, and by golly, the best show I HAVE EVER SEEN. Those ten gentlemen have the most amazing voices.
If you haven't heard them before, check them out here.
I am seriously in love with these guys. They have my heart forever. (Although Alice pointed out later that they will have to share it with Sam Tsui, Kurt Schneider, UC men's Octet, Joey Richter, and Fatty, to name a few).
But, wow, those boys know how to put on a performance.
And they were completely and utterly in tune,and on time, in sync. perfect to a fault.
It was faultless
And perfect
And I love them.
Don't know that all the crowd was quite as enthusiastic as me, but bugger it I don't care. I was having fun. Singing along, clapping, cheering, wolf-whistling. Little loner went hard.
They finished their encore with Nessun Dorma, at which point I and about a third of the crowd gave them a standing ovation. They truly deserved it - and screw you old people who didn't bother to pay them their dues.
Not only that, but they did signings afterward. Just so happens I had made friends with the Regent's manager at Half-time, so he went and got me a poster, so I got the ten best tenors in the world to sign not only the dvd/cd pack I got, but also an epic poster!
So again, I state: I have the BEST friends in the world!
I also have enough memories to create all the elaborate fantasies about beautiful singing guys I could ever dream of.
Thank you besties.
My heart is content.
Cos, not only do they put up with my crap daily, and stay up late to watch movies with me, and vacuum my floor, cook AMAZING meals, laugh at my lame attempts at humour, plan to travel Europe with me, love me even when I'm being a dick... not only all of that, but they also know how to do a send off present with style.
First, they come to watch me singing on the worship team at church for the first time. Which I was so nervous about, and really thankful to see their supportive faces smiling up at me.
Then they plan a surprise evening which totally blew me away. Got all dressed up, having no idea where they were taking me. Bex lent me her cardi as well, gratefully received since all of mine were in the wash.
Then off we go... to the Empire Hotel for dinner! LoveloveLOVE these girls. We were laughing so much and telling the best of stories nostalgia has to offer, and taking - or rather, trying really hard to take - photos of the hot waiter guy, who Rosie pointed out really wasn't incredibly hot but hot enough to get our attention. And the food was delicious! Note to self: invest in a good lime sauce so then when I cook fish it has half a chance of tasting THAT good.
Seriously great memories were made right there.
Then, we all pile back into the car, after giggling past the disputed-hot-waiter, and start heading down Broadway.
Car pulls in to the side. Rosie turns around. Hands me a ticket. Alice: you're getting out here; have fun! Look at ticket. E-ticket to the... wait.. does that say... THE TEN TENORS?!?!?!
Holy Crap!!!
*squeals ensue* I'm close to tears.
They pretty much have to shove me out the car door. But once I'm out I'm gone, skip-running across the road, laughing to myself in squeaks.
In the door, head up to the Circle, after trying to go through the wrong door. Find my seat, and it's actually a pretty good spot... extra point to the girls.
I could not sit still, waiting for the show to begin. I was looking around EVERYWHERE; spent a particular amount of time studying the patterns on the roof, and the montage scenic painting above the stage.
Show begins, and by golly, the best show I HAVE EVER SEEN. Those ten gentlemen have the most amazing voices.
If you haven't heard them before, check them out here.
I am seriously in love with these guys. They have my heart forever. (Although Alice pointed out later that they will have to share it with Sam Tsui, Kurt Schneider, UC men's Octet, Joey Richter, and Fatty, to name a few).
But, wow, those boys know how to put on a performance.
And they were completely and utterly in tune,and on time, in sync. perfect to a fault.
It was faultless
And perfect
And I love them.
Don't know that all the crowd was quite as enthusiastic as me, but bugger it I don't care. I was having fun. Singing along, clapping, cheering, wolf-whistling. Little loner went hard.
They finished their encore with Nessun Dorma, at which point I and about a third of the crowd gave them a standing ovation. They truly deserved it - and screw you old people who didn't bother to pay them their dues.
Not only that, but they did signings afterward. Just so happens I had made friends with the Regent's manager at Half-time, so he went and got me a poster, so I got the ten best tenors in the world to sign not only the dvd/cd pack I got, but also an epic poster!
So again, I state: I have the BEST friends in the world!
I also have enough memories to create all the elaborate fantasies about beautiful singing guys I could ever dream of.
Thank you besties.
My heart is content.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Singing through someone else's song
My Life According to:
Anberlin
Are you a male or female:
runaway girl
Describe yourself:
paper tiger
How do you feel?
dreams are so intoxicating
Describe where you currently live:
upon my pillowcase
If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
adelaide
Your favourite form of transportation:
i walk away
Favourite colour:
a pitch black
Your best friend is:
Hey brother, do you remember when
We used to play outdoors
Til the light was absorbed by the night?
You and your best friends are:
we're old enough to know, but too young to care.
What's the weather like?
So mysterious, shadows meet James Dean
Favorite time of day:
summer night
If your life was a TV show, what would it be called?
an innocent time
What is life to you?
Stand unafraid,
All the good souls, stand unafraid.
Your relationship:
Worlds away
Your fear:
Everyone in this town
is seeing somebody else
What is the best advice you have to give?
The more I live I see that this life's not about me
Thought for the day:
All those days gone forever
Wonder if we're going to ever
See all our younglife friends that we made again
Have we all lost connection?
The life pulls in all direction
Memories bring us back to where we've been
How you would like to die:
Live...i wanna live inspired; die.... i wanna die for something
My soul's present condition:
Wonder what's next for heart and soul
My motto:
I've got your back if you've got my hand
Anberlin
Are you a male or female:
runaway girl
Describe yourself:
paper tiger
How do you feel?
dreams are so intoxicating
Describe where you currently live:
upon my pillowcase
If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
adelaide
Your favourite form of transportation:
i walk away
Favourite colour:
a pitch black
Your best friend is:
Hey brother, do you remember when
We used to play outdoors
Til the light was absorbed by the night?
You and your best friends are:
we're old enough to know, but too young to care.
What's the weather like?
So mysterious, shadows meet James Dean
Favorite time of day:
summer night
If your life was a TV show, what would it be called?
an innocent time
What is life to you?
Stand unafraid,
All the good souls, stand unafraid.
Your relationship:
Worlds away
Your fear:
Everyone in this town
is seeing somebody else
What is the best advice you have to give?
The more I live I see that this life's not about me
Thought for the day:
All those days gone forever
Wonder if we're going to ever
See all our younglife friends that we made again
Have we all lost connection?
The life pulls in all direction
Memories bring us back to where we've been
How you would like to die:
Live...i wanna live inspired; die.... i wanna die for something
My soul's present condition:
Wonder what's next for heart and soul
My motto:
I've got your back if you've got my hand
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Don't even think about putting me in your virtual world
Ugh.
Socially inept people. Ugh.
Okay, boys out there. Let's learn a few things together... right now. Because learning as you go clearly isn't working.
ready?
right.
First off, girls don't actually like it when you interrupt a perfectly good conversation in order to watch you make some strange utterance along the line of "we should go out but I don't want to ask you, so you should ask me, so ask me". Because that just reeks of "I'm desperate and horny, and you might do".
Oh, and another thing? Don't, don't, DON'T talk to a girl in Sims metaphors. Or Dungeons and Dragons. Or Halo.
Ya know what? If you know any of those programs well enough to make metaphors about them, then you may well have a serious problem, and so maybe you should try those metaphors out on a psychiatrist.
Don't hit on a person over any social networking site... facebook, bebo, twitter - whatever your poison. Not out of the blue, where EVERY ONE OF THEIR FRIENDS CAN READ IT! oh, and their relatives.
Learn to discern when a girl is being nice, and humouring you a little, and when she actually likes you; don't worry... there are lots of cues. Lots. Since the two have near to no connection.
Sorry boys, but I'm gonna stop there for the sake of my own health. I really don't want to work myself into making a hole in the wall. The flatmates would kill me.
Boys. Socially inept boys.
Ugh.
Socially inept people. Ugh.
Okay, boys out there. Let's learn a few things together... right now. Because learning as you go clearly isn't working.
ready?
right.
First off, girls don't actually like it when you interrupt a perfectly good conversation in order to watch you make some strange utterance along the line of "we should go out but I don't want to ask you, so you should ask me, so ask me". Because that just reeks of "I'm desperate and horny, and you might do".
Oh, and another thing? Don't, don't, DON'T talk to a girl in Sims metaphors. Or Dungeons and Dragons. Or Halo.
Ya know what? If you know any of those programs well enough to make metaphors about them, then you may well have a serious problem, and so maybe you should try those metaphors out on a psychiatrist.
Don't hit on a person over any social networking site... facebook, bebo, twitter - whatever your poison. Not out of the blue, where EVERY ONE OF THEIR FRIENDS CAN READ IT! oh, and their relatives.
Learn to discern when a girl is being nice, and humouring you a little, and when she actually likes you; don't worry... there are lots of cues. Lots. Since the two have near to no connection.
Sorry boys, but I'm gonna stop there for the sake of my own health. I really don't want to work myself into making a hole in the wall. The flatmates would kill me.
Boys. Socially inept boys.
Ugh.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Runnning in Circles, Chasing Tails
Oh the irony.
I want to see Mumford and Sons play, but the closest they come is Sydney; and even when they're there I'm in America. But when I'm in America, they've already left to visit Sydney
I want to see Parachute Band before I go, but They're over in America atm. And when I get to America, they'll be back home.
Warped Tour is happening from mid-June to mid-August. Sweet.. something will finally work out, right? Wrong. When I'm in Cali, Warped will have just played in Atlanta. When I'm in Atlanta, Warped tour will be done. I do have one show I could catch in CA, but I have no way of getting there.
Newworldson seem to be heading evrywhere but CA and GA
Sigur Ros doesn't seem to play outside of Iceland. Damien Rice doesn't seem to play outside of Ireland.
This better not be the start of a new trend :/
I want to see Mumford and Sons play, but the closest they come is Sydney; and even when they're there I'm in America. But when I'm in America, they've already left to visit Sydney
I want to see Parachute Band before I go, but They're over in America atm. And when I get to America, they'll be back home.
Warped Tour is happening from mid-June to mid-August. Sweet.. something will finally work out, right? Wrong. When I'm in Cali, Warped will have just played in Atlanta. When I'm in Atlanta, Warped tour will be done. I do have one show I could catch in CA, but I have no way of getting there.
Newworldson seem to be heading evrywhere but CA and GA
Sigur Ros doesn't seem to play outside of Iceland. Damien Rice doesn't seem to play outside of Ireland.
This better not be the start of a new trend :/
Monday, April 26, 2010
Hiding in the cave: go stand on the mountain
Not very sane right now. Not very awake. Not living in the place I should be. Figuratively speaking.
I really don't have the greatest grip on life, and I really should care more.
I really should start living outside my own head for a change.
I spend more time creating this fictional alternate reality than I do living in the one I belong to. Lecturer made and interesting comment about Plurality today which got me thinking in turn about the idea that there are other universes out there in which things really do happen in the way we know (or don't know) they could have, and that maybe that means it really all did happen. That maybe in another universe I join forces with that amazing male singer and we create duets that rock the face of the earth; or that the guy who I met by chance hiding backstage listening to rehearsals sees me there; or that I didn't leave England and I still talked to the people I didn't want to say goodbye to; or that God would chuck a burning bush in somewhere, or come in a literal quiet whispering voice; or that I would have the guts enough to look... to care.
I really should focus on straightening out my sleeping patterns. Or lack thereof.
I really should tidy my room. And sort through all this paperwork. And drink more water. And do my assignments.
Did I mention I should care more?
I really should start living outside my own head for a change.
I spend more time creating this fictional alternate reality than I do living in the one I belong to. Lecturer made and interesting comment about Plurality today which got me thinking in turn about the idea that there are other universes out there in which things really do happen in the way we know (or don't know) they could have, and that maybe that means it really all did happen. That maybe in another universe I join forces with that amazing male singer and we create duets that rock the face of the earth; or that the guy who I met by chance hiding backstage listening to rehearsals sees me there; or that I didn't leave England and I still talked to the people I didn't want to say goodbye to; or that God would chuck a burning bush in somewhere, or come in a literal quiet whispering voice; or that I would have the guts enough to look... to care.
I really should focus on straightening out my sleeping patterns. Or lack thereof.
I really should tidy my room. And sort through all this paperwork. And drink more water. And do my assignments.
Did I mention I should care more?
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Singing melodies and harmonies...
Have been thinking lots about music over the past few weeks, at both an academic level and an enjoyment one.
Academic because I did this speech for one of my uni papers titled "music can save the world" so I've had thoughts buzzing about it's social impact and effects on physical health etc.
But mainly I've been wasting away the hours on youtube and itunes and the like, adding to the playlist of my slowly decreasing life. Which is slightly ironic, I feel - finding music to live life to, but taking so long enjoying the finding that I forget to live. But if I'm enjoying it then I guess I'm living, right?! who knows...
Anyway. Music.
Below is a video from Sam Tsui and AHMIR (produced by Kurthugoschneider) doing a mashup of Nothin On You and Hey Soul Sister. Tis pretty amazing, hence me wanting to share, and it's done so beautifully.
Also, if ya like it, Sam is auditioning to get on the cast of GLEE for Season 2, so go give him a gold star on the glee myspace page.
Also been hitting up a bit of Mumford and Sons, and also trawling through the numerous bands that I've accepted friend requests from on myspace.
A cappella still retains its place in the forefront of my mind (and heart), esp. UC Men's Octet, The Duke's Men of Yale, and UGA Accidentals.
But BEST OF ALL! Yeah Boy and Doll Face were reunited on the streets - or rather, street - of Wellington when Davy and I did a minor busking sesh. Money was pretty low for us, but we sounded good, got heaps of compliments, and approving looks from fellow musos, and even a business card from a guy who does a bit of event coordination. We're on the up, Doll Face!
Hopefully we'll get to do a repeat at least once before I head off overseas, since it may well be my favourite activity in the world ever, and therefore the best gift I could get. Unless someone wants to gift me $4500 to pay for my second semester's food and accommodation.
Cos Lord only knows where I'm gonna come across that amount of cash.
Davy will hopefully also be doing some recording towards the end of June, so I will claim the title of 'girl vocals' on that EP, yes I will. His myspace is here, if you're interested in hearing a couple of older recordings.
And that's actually all that is new, because as I said before, I really don't have a life.
Academic because I did this speech for one of my uni papers titled "music can save the world" so I've had thoughts buzzing about it's social impact and effects on physical health etc.
But mainly I've been wasting away the hours on youtube and itunes and the like, adding to the playlist of my slowly decreasing life. Which is slightly ironic, I feel - finding music to live life to, but taking so long enjoying the finding that I forget to live. But if I'm enjoying it then I guess I'm living, right?! who knows...
Anyway. Music.
Below is a video from Sam Tsui and AHMIR (produced by Kurthugoschneider) doing a mashup of Nothin On You and Hey Soul Sister. Tis pretty amazing, hence me wanting to share, and it's done so beautifully.
Also, if ya like it, Sam is auditioning to get on the cast of GLEE for Season 2, so go give him a gold star on the glee myspace page.
Also been hitting up a bit of Mumford and Sons, and also trawling through the numerous bands that I've accepted friend requests from on myspace.
A cappella still retains its place in the forefront of my mind (and heart), esp. UC Men's Octet, The Duke's Men of Yale, and UGA Accidentals.
But BEST OF ALL! Yeah Boy and Doll Face were reunited on the streets - or rather, street - of Wellington when Davy and I did a minor busking sesh. Money was pretty low for us, but we sounded good, got heaps of compliments, and approving looks from fellow musos, and even a business card from a guy who does a bit of event coordination. We're on the up, Doll Face!
Hopefully we'll get to do a repeat at least once before I head off overseas, since it may well be my favourite activity in the world ever, and therefore the best gift I could get. Unless someone wants to gift me $4500 to pay for my second semester's food and accommodation.
Cos Lord only knows where I'm gonna come across that amount of cash.
Davy will hopefully also be doing some recording towards the end of June, so I will claim the title of 'girl vocals' on that EP, yes I will. His myspace is here, if you're interested in hearing a couple of older recordings.
And that's actually all that is new, because as I said before, I really don't have a life.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Small Beginnings...
So.
Blog Number One.
Never really done this before, so it may take a while for me to get my footing in regards to translating myself well into html format.
But yeah!
Life at the moment is consumed with plans for my up and coming study exchange in Atlanta, Georgia, USA. Will be an international student at Agnes Scott College for a full academic year, starting mid-August, and I am really excited... vaguely delusional also, as I have ideas of what it will all be like which are likely to be completely false. But the culture shock has gotta be just as exciting as the planning, right?
Agnes Scott is a pretty small liberal arts college in Decatur, which is a sort of suburb of Atlanta, and is a women's college (?!). I'll be sharing a room with some poor soul too; I'm not so flash at sharing space. I'll be taking papers for my majors in English and Psychology, as well as a few extras. And it turns out I can gain credit for joining a choir and taking singing lesson so I'll definitely be taking up that option.
And to be honest, music is the main reason for me going on this wild excursion. Family Force 5 is a crunk rock band from Atlanta, who initially got me interested in that part of the country. My brother now mocks me for planning a whole year of my life around a band. I am keeping myself updated on all the bands who might end up playing shows in Atlanta, via Myspace and Facebook... subsequently my computer sees more of me than my flatmates atm.
And since deciding on going to America I have fallen in love with a few male a cappella groups from around the country, and I am already envisioning a trip to New York in the Spring to the ICCA finals! Obsession is a big issue here.
But as for now, I am stuck with a ticket from Los Angeles to Atlanta which arrives about 5 hours later than I need it to, with no way of getting it changed cheaply. And it seems I was semi-ripped off getting it in the first place. Thank you STA Travel.
Ah well, we live and learn
And occassionaly we get our parents to fight our battles, and demand refunds, for us - which is my next course of action.
Blog Number One.
Never really done this before, so it may take a while for me to get my footing in regards to translating myself well into html format.
But yeah!
Life at the moment is consumed with plans for my up and coming study exchange in Atlanta, Georgia, USA. Will be an international student at Agnes Scott College for a full academic year, starting mid-August, and I am really excited... vaguely delusional also, as I have ideas of what it will all be like which are likely to be completely false. But the culture shock has gotta be just as exciting as the planning, right?
Agnes Scott is a pretty small liberal arts college in Decatur, which is a sort of suburb of Atlanta, and is a women's college (?!). I'll be sharing a room with some poor soul too; I'm not so flash at sharing space. I'll be taking papers for my majors in English and Psychology, as well as a few extras. And it turns out I can gain credit for joining a choir and taking singing lesson so I'll definitely be taking up that option.
And to be honest, music is the main reason for me going on this wild excursion. Family Force 5 is a crunk rock band from Atlanta, who initially got me interested in that part of the country. My brother now mocks me for planning a whole year of my life around a band. I am keeping myself updated on all the bands who might end up playing shows in Atlanta, via Myspace and Facebook... subsequently my computer sees more of me than my flatmates atm.
And since deciding on going to America I have fallen in love with a few male a cappella groups from around the country, and I am already envisioning a trip to New York in the Spring to the ICCA finals! Obsession is a big issue here.
But as for now, I am stuck with a ticket from Los Angeles to Atlanta which arrives about 5 hours later than I need it to, with no way of getting it changed cheaply. And it seems I was semi-ripped off getting it in the first place. Thank you STA Travel.
Ah well, we live and learn
And occassionaly we get our parents to fight our battles, and demand refunds, for us - which is my next course of action.
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