Yep.
There I am..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1AyvFdXhDGI
out there in the masses..
x bRee
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Fuax Charm
Ok, Ok.. so the dating world or whatever you want to call it- is not always an easy one.
We all know that when it comes to attracting the opposite sex- sometimes it can be miss as often as it is hit.
If we didn't struggle- it wouldnt be so rewarding when something finally clicks, right?
Thats the name of the game..
BUT--->
This blog is dedicated to the cheaters of the system... (No, not the "unfaithful")- I'm talking about the 'used car salesmen' of the dating scene..
The fabricators of fact,
the DECEPTICONS...
WHEN DID IT BECOME OK TO BLATANTLY LIE ABOUT WHO YOU ARE IN ORDER TO ATTRACT THE OPPOSITE SEX?
This last weekend just gone- I met a guy who completly fabricated an entire life story with a very authentic sounding irish accent.. False name, false job, false nationality...
How charming that accent seemed to me. How tall and Irish you were..YOU FILTHY FUCKING LIAR.
I was blissfully unaware of that men actually do this (and keep it up for the entire night, regardless of how intoxicated they become) in order to lure the innocent member of the opposite sex into their web of lies.
I've never felt hunted before...
I was NOT happy.
So, this blog is about that nobody special, who lied to me and made me look like a fool.
The fact that you had to fabricate some false identity and accent to get my attention, means your the kind of guy who generally doesnt think that YOU as YOURSELF would be enough to catch my eye. . . And if YOU beleive that... So do I... and so will other girls.
Secondly, for you to have the audacity to text me repeatedly after that night and apologise for being such an ass, and to ask me to let you make it up to me by taking me out is both ludicrous and sad. I know nothing about you other than the fact that your a great liar. Forgive me if i dont feel the need to let you buy me tea and scones and shower me with MORE lies about how your not that kind of person.
Newsflash: You were that person on saturday night.. that's all the evidence I need.
Now, because of you, I might question every gorgeous foreign man's accent from here on out.
And you know what?
For all your apologies and doting texts- your STILL just that guy standing in a bar wishing he were someone else.. and that might be with biggest turn off I've ever experienced.
This one deserves better...
x bRee
We all know that when it comes to attracting the opposite sex- sometimes it can be miss as often as it is hit.
If we didn't struggle- it wouldnt be so rewarding when something finally clicks, right?
Thats the name of the game..
BUT--->
This blog is dedicated to the cheaters of the system... (No, not the "unfaithful")- I'm talking about the 'used car salesmen' of the dating scene..
The fabricators of fact,
the DECEPTICONS...
WHEN DID IT BECOME OK TO BLATANTLY LIE ABOUT WHO YOU ARE IN ORDER TO ATTRACT THE OPPOSITE SEX?
This last weekend just gone- I met a guy who completly fabricated an entire life story with a very authentic sounding irish accent.. False name, false job, false nationality...
How charming that accent seemed to me. How tall and Irish you were..YOU FILTHY FUCKING LIAR.
I was blissfully unaware of that men actually do this (and keep it up for the entire night, regardless of how intoxicated they become) in order to lure the innocent member of the opposite sex into their web of lies.
I've never felt hunted before...
I was NOT happy.
So, this blog is about that nobody special, who lied to me and made me look like a fool.
The fact that you had to fabricate some false identity and accent to get my attention, means your the kind of guy who generally doesnt think that YOU as YOURSELF would be enough to catch my eye. . . And if YOU beleive that... So do I... and so will other girls.
Secondly, for you to have the audacity to text me repeatedly after that night and apologise for being such an ass, and to ask me to let you make it up to me by taking me out is both ludicrous and sad. I know nothing about you other than the fact that your a great liar. Forgive me if i dont feel the need to let you buy me tea and scones and shower me with MORE lies about how your not that kind of person.
Newsflash: You were that person on saturday night.. that's all the evidence I need.
Now, because of you, I might question every gorgeous foreign man's accent from here on out.
And you know what?
For all your apologies and doting texts- your STILL just that guy standing in a bar wishing he were someone else.. and that might be with biggest turn off I've ever experienced.
This one deserves better...
x bRee
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
SomebodyElseSomeplace
I have the house to myself for an entire week.
Both housemates are interstate and the silence, whilst it is beautiful.. almost looms.
It would appear that this is the perfect atmosphere to get some work done on those assignments.. But all i can think about is where i might be if i were not here..
That i might be enjoying a novel under a tree, with my shoes kicked off, and the coolness of the grass between my shoulder blades and in the backs of my knees- Somewhere peaceful, but not too far from the city- so i can still hear that the world is continuing on the way it should someplace nearby.
Or maybe i'd be home.. out the back, with mum and dad and the dog... and thered be that afternoon birdsong and the feel of salt on my skin and always, ALWAYS a patch of sand somewhere on my leg that i missed in my hurried beach brush off.
There is no town as beautiful as my town in the afternoon sun.
..and there is no more comforting feeling than waking from an afternoon nap, to see my thin white curtains press to the screens and billow back out again, just like Josh Pyke said they would.
So i guess ..I work now so that i can live barefoot later?
Oh but the years i'll spend away from my town..
I miss my brother..
x bRee
Both housemates are interstate and the silence, whilst it is beautiful.. almost looms.
It would appear that this is the perfect atmosphere to get some work done on those assignments.. But all i can think about is where i might be if i were not here..
That i might be enjoying a novel under a tree, with my shoes kicked off, and the coolness of the grass between my shoulder blades and in the backs of my knees- Somewhere peaceful, but not too far from the city- so i can still hear that the world is continuing on the way it should someplace nearby.
Or maybe i'd be home.. out the back, with mum and dad and the dog... and thered be that afternoon birdsong and the feel of salt on my skin and always, ALWAYS a patch of sand somewhere on my leg that i missed in my hurried beach brush off.
There is no town as beautiful as my town in the afternoon sun.
..and there is no more comforting feeling than waking from an afternoon nap, to see my thin white curtains press to the screens and billow back out again, just like Josh Pyke said they would.
So i guess ..I work now so that i can live barefoot later?
Oh but the years i'll spend away from my town..
I miss my brother..
x bRee
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Oh the 'Unjustness' of it all...
I'm becoming increasingly aware of how strange and wonderful it is to feel extremely close to someone because of the way their music has touched your life.
That feeling you get when you turn a song up on your stereo, and you sit out on your roof, or wherever you do the majority of your thinking- and their voice- whilst it actually comes from the body of a person you may not have had the pleasure of meeting- feels as familiar to you as other voices of reason- voices of which you HAVE had the pleasure of experiencing first hand... voices which have also saved you.
In all practicality, I will most likely never get the opportunity to shake the hands of some of the artists who got me through some of the darker times in my existence.. but i figure they come across a large enough amount of people who pretty much have the same thing to say as i do.. and thats ..."Thanks so much, your awesome."
On second thought its probably better that i dont get that chance to say it in person...
maybe i'd dick it up... maybe i'd be too nervous to cohesively create a sentence.. in which case said artist might walk away thinking to themselves "im so glad i helped that developmentally challenged individual.." - so i guess some good might come from it after all .
Regardless, it seems unjust that never will i have the opportunity to even hang out with the artists i wish to thank for all the wonderful moments i feel i've shared with them on one level of humanity or another.
Speaking of injustice..
is any one else bothered that the Queensland Government has STILL not repealed s 208 of the Qld Criminal Code which directly discriminates against the male homosexual youth of Queensland?
If your unaware of what im talking about..
Queensland has different ages of consent for vaginal and anal intercourse.
16 for vaginal intercourse for all males and females..
and 18 for anal intercourse for all males and females..
This means that any male, practicing homosexual couples under the age of 18 in Queensland are effectively breaking the law if they have sex before they are 18... and yet, if your heterosexual.. your fine- as long as your over 16.
WHY the extra two years?..
It appears to me like a big fat rendition of that scenario you have when your a kid and your a couple years younger than your sibling, who gets to stay up a couple hours later than you do- just because they are older.. i never liked that as a kid, and you know what?.. i don't fucking well like this either..
What is the reasoning behind this?! More importantly- where are the reasons? Our 'responsible' government sure as hell aren't offering any explanations...
Is it because of the extra health risk with having anal sex?
Is it because the government seriously beleives that the course of TWO YEARS from the age of 16 to the age of 18 is going to mean the difference between making an educated decision to take part in something that puts you at a higher risk of contracting HIV?
and if it is- the question begs to be asked- if the government is seriously using health concerns to discriminate -how on earth can we curb the health risk of HIV amoung homosexual youth without extensive sexual education regarding homosexual activity? or moreover,
... HOW ON EARTH CAN WE EDUCATE HOMOSEXUAL YOUTH IF THERE IS A LAW SPECIFICALLY STATING THAT IT IS ILLEGAL ?
You cant tell a kid hes doing it wrong if he doesnt wear a condom when your also telling the kid that what hes doing, will send him to prison for 14 years or so, regardless ..
Does this seem like a big fuck off, stupid cycle to anyone else?
What scares me is that my government is happy to completly look over the needs and rights of homosexual youth- seemingly- just because it is a minority.
My opinion- where the law does not reflect its society- which includes equal protection under the law for its minorities- the law fails.
In closing, i wish i could take a big fat red marker and draw a big "F" on the forehead of people who have the power to affect change where change needs to be made- but refuse to do so.
and that's my rant for today,
♥bRee
That feeling you get when you turn a song up on your stereo, and you sit out on your roof, or wherever you do the majority of your thinking- and their voice- whilst it actually comes from the body of a person you may not have had the pleasure of meeting- feels as familiar to you as other voices of reason- voices of which you HAVE had the pleasure of experiencing first hand... voices which have also saved you.
In all practicality, I will most likely never get the opportunity to shake the hands of some of the artists who got me through some of the darker times in my existence.. but i figure they come across a large enough amount of people who pretty much have the same thing to say as i do.. and thats ..."Thanks so much, your awesome."
On second thought its probably better that i dont get that chance to say it in person...
maybe i'd dick it up... maybe i'd be too nervous to cohesively create a sentence.. in which case said artist might walk away thinking to themselves "im so glad i helped that developmentally challenged individual.." - so i guess some good might come from it after all .
Regardless, it seems unjust that never will i have the opportunity to even hang out with the artists i wish to thank for all the wonderful moments i feel i've shared with them on one level of humanity or another.
Speaking of injustice..
is any one else bothered that the Queensland Government has STILL not repealed s 208 of the Qld Criminal Code which directly discriminates against the male homosexual youth of Queensland?
If your unaware of what im talking about..
Queensland has different ages of consent for vaginal and anal intercourse.
16 for vaginal intercourse for all males and females..
and 18 for anal intercourse for all males and females..
This means that any male, practicing homosexual couples under the age of 18 in Queensland are effectively breaking the law if they have sex before they are 18... and yet, if your heterosexual.. your fine- as long as your over 16.
WHY the extra two years?..
It appears to me like a big fat rendition of that scenario you have when your a kid and your a couple years younger than your sibling, who gets to stay up a couple hours later than you do- just because they are older.. i never liked that as a kid, and you know what?.. i don't fucking well like this either..
What is the reasoning behind this?! More importantly- where are the reasons? Our 'responsible' government sure as hell aren't offering any explanations...
Is it because of the extra health risk with having anal sex?
Is it because the government seriously beleives that the course of TWO YEARS from the age of 16 to the age of 18 is going to mean the difference between making an educated decision to take part in something that puts you at a higher risk of contracting HIV?
and if it is- the question begs to be asked- if the government is seriously using health concerns to discriminate -how on earth can we curb the health risk of HIV amoung homosexual youth without extensive sexual education regarding homosexual activity? or moreover,
... HOW ON EARTH CAN WE EDUCATE HOMOSEXUAL YOUTH IF THERE IS A LAW SPECIFICALLY STATING THAT IT IS ILLEGAL ?
You cant tell a kid hes doing it wrong if he doesnt wear a condom when your also telling the kid that what hes doing, will send him to prison for 14 years or so, regardless ..
Does this seem like a big fuck off, stupid cycle to anyone else?
What scares me is that my government is happy to completly look over the needs and rights of homosexual youth- seemingly- just because it is a minority.
My opinion- where the law does not reflect its society- which includes equal protection under the law for its minorities- the law fails.
In closing, i wish i could take a big fat red marker and draw a big "F" on the forehead of people who have the power to affect change where change needs to be made- but refuse to do so.
and that's my rant for today,
♥bRee
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Mavis is burning star IV
More than anything in the world.. I fear being ordinary.
Unfortunatly that fear is pretty ordinary in itself.
Is there nothing I can do that no one else has done? Are there any original melodies left out there?.. and howcome every sentence I put together sounds cliche and loses all its meaning because youve heard it somewhere before?
I've been thinking about putting some of my songs on youtube lately, and maybe i'll try to post a video on here soon..but I think I should probably join some kind of organisation that will protect them- copyright and all that..
Is that incredibly conceited? the thought that someone might want to steal my tunes?
My ipod was stolen two months ago today..
Life has not been the same..
Now I play this game when i'm walking down the street where- when I walk past someone with an ipod, or some other fandangle music playing device.. I wonder what they are listening to. I'll pick an artist and a song right off the top of my head.. and I imagine those lyrics, or that riff- surging into their ears through those little white earpieces and up into their brain, where it dances on that particular part of your brain where you subconsciously store all those lyrics.. and all the memories you associate with that beat... and all of a sudden your mouth moves in sync with the words someone else wrote, probably somewhere on the other side of the world...
Its fun to picture elderly ladies listening to Coheed and Cambria
But you know what?
Since the theft... i have caught myself out singing to myself in public places,
and I think thats a beautiful thing..
♥
Unfortunatly that fear is pretty ordinary in itself.
Is there nothing I can do that no one else has done? Are there any original melodies left out there?.. and howcome every sentence I put together sounds cliche and loses all its meaning because youve heard it somewhere before?
I've been thinking about putting some of my songs on youtube lately, and maybe i'll try to post a video on here soon..but I think I should probably join some kind of organisation that will protect them- copyright and all that..
Is that incredibly conceited? the thought that someone might want to steal my tunes?
My ipod was stolen two months ago today..
Life has not been the same..
Now I play this game when i'm walking down the street where- when I walk past someone with an ipod, or some other fandangle music playing device.. I wonder what they are listening to. I'll pick an artist and a song right off the top of my head.. and I imagine those lyrics, or that riff- surging into their ears through those little white earpieces and up into their brain, where it dances on that particular part of your brain where you subconsciously store all those lyrics.. and all the memories you associate with that beat... and all of a sudden your mouth moves in sync with the words someone else wrote, probably somewhere on the other side of the world...
Its fun to picture elderly ladies listening to Coheed and Cambria
But you know what?
Since the theft... i have caught myself out singing to myself in public places,
and I think thats a beautiful thing..
♥
Numero Uno
First of all, if your reading this.. I cant imagine how on earth you came to be here, but im thankful that you are..
In all honesty, I really wouldn't mind if people didn't read this blog too much..
as the description suggests, this is really just the place I unload mental funk..
In saying that however, if you've made the effort to come to this website to read my scribbles.. consider this an I.O.U for a hug or something equally as appreciative.
This blog will largely consist of letters to no-one, lyrics to my own songs, poems and other weird artistic attempts to creatively combust my brainbads on to the world wide web.
I guess i started a blog because i've spent far too much money on notebooks and journals over the years.. and I never finish them by the way, they all have 20 or so blank pages in the back that were just plain neglected because i found another journal or notebook that was a brighter colour red or had a little magnetic closey thing.
and i read over them months/ years later and snort at my indisgressions and vanities and secrets... i figure with a public blog, its not just me that gets to laugh at all that.. and if one person relates to one of my posts- then at least i have attained some kind of humanistic communication- and can sleep a little sounder knowing someone else might be on the same crumpled page as me..
So here it is, numero uno of my blog entries..
oh and just a heads up...
they wont all be as coherant as this.
insert witty closing line here,
x B
In all honesty, I really wouldn't mind if people didn't read this blog too much..
as the description suggests, this is really just the place I unload mental funk..
In saying that however, if you've made the effort to come to this website to read my scribbles.. consider this an I.O.U for a hug or something equally as appreciative.
This blog will largely consist of letters to no-one, lyrics to my own songs, poems and other weird artistic attempts to creatively combust my brainbads on to the world wide web.
I guess i started a blog because i've spent far too much money on notebooks and journals over the years.. and I never finish them by the way, they all have 20 or so blank pages in the back that were just plain neglected because i found another journal or notebook that was a brighter colour red or had a little magnetic closey thing.
and i read over them months/ years later and snort at my indisgressions and vanities and secrets... i figure with a public blog, its not just me that gets to laugh at all that.. and if one person relates to one of my posts- then at least i have attained some kind of humanistic communication- and can sleep a little sounder knowing someone else might be on the same crumpled page as me..
So here it is, numero uno of my blog entries..
oh and just a heads up...
they wont all be as coherant as this.
insert witty closing line here,
x B
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