Duffel

Funny The Way It Is...

Lying in the park,

on a beautiful day,

sunshine in the grass,

and the children play,

sierns passing,

fire engine red,

someone's house is burning down,

on a day like this.

Evening comes,

and we're hanging out,

on the front step,

and a car goes by,

with the windows rolled down,

that war song is playing,

"Why Can't we be Friends"

someone is screaming and crying,

in the apartment upstairs.

Funny the way it is,

if you think about it,

somebody's going hungy,

someone else is eating out,

funny the way it is,

not right or wrong,

somebody's heard is broken,

it becomes your favourite song.

The way your mouth feels,

in your lovers kiss,

like a pretty bird on a breeze,

or water to a fish,

bomb blast brings the building,

hear the laughter,

while the children play war.

Funny the way it is,

if you think about it,

one kid walks ten miles to school

another's droppin' out,

funny the way it is,

not right or wrong,

a soldier's last breath,

his baby's being born.

Standing on a bridge,

watch the water pass underneath,

it must have been much harder,

when there was no bridge just water,

now the world is still small,

compared to how it used to be,

with mountains and oceans and,

winters and rivers and stars.

Cross the sky a jet plane,

so far out of my reach,

is there someone up there,

looking down on me?

Boy chase the bird,

so close but every time,

he never catch her,

but he can't stop trying.

Funny the way it is,

if you think about it,

one kid walks ten miles to school

another's droppin' out,

funny the way it is,

not right or wrong,

a soldier's last breath,

his baby's being born.

Funny the way it is,

if you think about it,

one kid walks ten miles to school

another's droppin' out.

Standing on a bridge,

watch the water pass underneath,

it must have been much harder,

when there was no bridge just water,

now the world is still small,

compared to how it used to be,

with mountains and oceans and,

winters and rivers and stars.

Live life like a deck of cards, the hand you get dealt represents determinism, what you do with it though is free will.

SMILE!

D.

Live life like a deck of cards, the hand you get dealt represents determinism, what you do with it though is free will.

SMILE!

D.

shuff it up...

Rules:
1. Put your music player on shuffle mode.
2. Press forward for each question.
3. Use the song title as the answer even if it doesn't make sense.
4. Give your comment on the answer, how they actually relate.
5. Tag 5 humans.


How are you feeling today? Empty Space - Lifehouse (yeap)

Will you get far in life? Up From Down Under - Tommy Emmanuel

What is your best friends theme song? Distant Sun - Brooke Fraser (wrong)

What's your highschool like? Moonlight Becomes You - Chet Baker

How can you get ahead in life? A Day Late - Anberlin

What's the best thing about your best friends? Time to Pretend - MGMT

Describe your parents. The Rest Is Up To You - Relient K

How's your life going? As Your Voice Fades - Emery

First song played on my birthday. A Rush of Blood to the Head - Coldplay (wrong?)

Will you have a happy life? Enchantment - Corinne Bailey Rae

What do your friends think of you? Two Shoes - Cat Empire (I thought as much -.-)

Do people secretly lust after you? Let it Ring - Idea of North

How can you make yourself happy? Lady Madonna - The Beatles (she makes me happy)

What should you do with your life? Jack the Bear - Duke Ellington

Will you ever have child? In My Pocket - Cat Empire (that could get awkward)

What song will you dance like a freak to? The Rescue - Search the City (doubt it)

What does your mum think of you? World Away - Emery ( :( )

What is your deep dark secret? High & Dry - Jamie Cullum

What's your mortal enemy theme song? I'm Yours - Jason Mraz (ahhh no, don't have mortal enemies anyway)

What is your personality like? Class A - Pete Murray (yeah that's it ;) )

Thought. Word. Deed...and maybe some dreaming on the side.

A person's life is almost entirely made up of thoughts, words and deeds. All the time we are doing something! Whether it be thoughts, words or deeds, it's always something. A person is entirely consumed by these things, and even though you may be laying in your bed simply listening to your breathing, or even if you're sleeping, you have to be thinking about something, otherwise you'd die. We are always active and switched on. Just wish that sometimes there was an off or standby switch.

I recently watched a television show about dreams. And a person said, "when someone shares a dream with you, they're saying "this is something about me that cannot be faked, it's who I am"" or at least it was something along those lines. And it got me thinking, and I realised they are right. There is no way a person make their own actual dream (unless of course they were being untruthful, which is just silly). It just happens from deep in their brain or somewhere or rather . So when you have a dream, or someone shares one with you, take it as real, and a real part of you [them].

Love, blessings, peace,

D.

once there was a leaf.

it used to be a bud, now it is a leaf.

it used to be green, now it is brown.

it used to breathe, now it does not.

it used to be supple , now it is dry.

it used to be on a tree, but it fell to the ground.

Love, blessings, peace,

D.

hands of love...hands of peace...

Ever felt the touch of someone's hand, and as soon as you felt their soft and supple skin, you juts knew you were holding the hand of someone full of love.

Ever received such a strong embrace from someone, that you know that you're being held there because that person is so full of love, not a compelled feeling that they must hug you.

I experienced this the other day, and I just felt like exploding with sunshine.
See if you can find this same feeling tomorrow.

Love, blessings, peace,

D.

some might say...

Some might say that your life is simply an illusion and dream,
some might say that we're in a never ending cycle of pointless 'reincarnation',
some might even say the we're mere puppets in this world, being controlled by some 'higher force',
others may say the life's just too short to be taken seriously.

But me, well I say that I'm here for a purpose, a plan that has been set out before I was even physically thought of. All I can do is hope that this plan is good, and that this plan is in my family and my best interest, because that'd be nice wouldn't it.

But I find the annoying thing is that I can never know what this plan is, until I'm lying on my deathbed, contemplating and reviewing my life.
But who says I'll have time to lye on a deathbed and contemplate my life. Perhaps in my plan I'll die a sudden and tragic death at the hands of a knife-wielding assailant, or maybe I'll simply die in my sleep one night, my last breath being a peaceful one. But if this happened, there is no time at all to look at your life, and ask yourself whether you've done well. One does not expect to die at all, and hardly ever is one prepared to die.

So are you prepared??? Can you look at where you are now, and what you have done and achieved, and say, "Yes! I have done good! I have fulfilled my purpose! I am content."

I know many a person who would not be content if they were to die tonight. They would go to their sleep with sin and sorrow and emptiness in their heart.

So just take a moment, think about your situation and where you're at, and just ask yourself, "am I ready." Because you never, never know what's gonna happen next.

D.

in the clear...

Here I am, sitting in my accomodation in Wanaka, NZ. Life's looking pretty good from this point of view. Been shredding the slopes on the board, going to the hot springs and relaxing, watching crappy DVD's when it's raining and just loving life with mates and no school. But I know there's 'somebody' out there that is incredibly disappointed in me. I don't even know how I know, but deep down, there's no denying it. Weird feeling, but... I dunno. I feel I'm flailing and failing, but can't break my fall.

New Zealand is absolutely amazingly stunning! Sun isn't always shining, but when it is, it's amazing. The lakes turn a crisp, almost tropical blue, the mountains in the distance boast their fresh powder from the night before, and people smile. People over here are so nice! just walking down the street, you can tell people are different. Go into any store, and you're almost guaranteed you'll be greeted with a smile and a "Hey mate." I love people like that. Different country that's for sure.


Well I'm outta here for tonight, and I promise I'll post some pictures of this amazing place soon. Once I get the photos printed and scanned. Yes that's right, I have a film camera (they still exist yes). It's an Canon SLR, it's old-school and the best camera you've ever come across.

Cya guys,

Peace.

D.

a life

I neeeeed a life!

I'm desperately in need of one.

All I do is eat, sleep, work, learn, burp, type and blink. That's it. I just feel so damn empty! I know it's pretty much my fault, but ever since things fell apart it's always been like that. I wanna get out there, but time doesn't allow, and neither do the parentals. I wanna have friends, I wanna be invited to parties, I wanna live like the rest of them, I wanna be at least something...if not someone. And now I'm just angry.

I wanna be half good at something...anything. But no, maybe that's not for me.

Blahhh! Whatever.

D.

what to what to...

Alright to be honest I have no idea what to post at the moment.

I haven't posted for so so soooo long. Last post was just those pictures. Which I hope you all liked.

So work experience is coming up in August and I have to find a place to do it at by the end of this week.

Terzini Motore is out now because Sandro (such an awesome name) is overseas for a couple weeks.
I can't do it at Maton guitars because they can't be stuffed.
Aston Marton place might be a goer, but need to call them again tomorrow.
Was thinking also maybe at an Architecture place somewhere.
Even Hamer Hall or something along those lines.


Well I'm gonna go now, but I promise I'll post soon with something half alright.

Ciao,
D.

black and white and anything else

my images...

watch...

After much time being annoyed at constantly pulling out my phone to check the time I decided to buy a watch. Yep, that's it:
Yeah, so now my wallet is a bit lighter, but I can tell the time without getting frustrated.
HEHE.
Random post much?

But maybe I should put some point into this one. But what to write about.
Hmmm.
My house is getting re-carpeted soon. We picked up the carpet from some friends from church, so yeah. It's really soft which is always good. And I've managed to fix my bike too, so now I can ride! Yeah. I think I'll just rambling on for a bit longer.
Wait! I already am. This is easy!
Yeah the horses are leaving soon, which sucks because they're really nice. But there's no more feed left here, it's all gone. Not a spot of green except for the weeds, and even they're struggling, so that's not a good sign.

Well time to depart,
See you soon.

D.

rain...rain...rain...

I see the lightning,
but where is the roar?
It can sometimes be oh so frightening,
but only a drop it can produce little more.

The wind keeps blowing strong,
straight to my face,
and the gum nuts keep falling,
to settle in their place.

But I rain I never hear,
and hope is lost once more,
of nature's pain perhaps ceasing,
and of grass filling the store.
-David Sprague

These corridors of grey,
and faces of plain,
and just look over there,
there's a funny red stain.

But wait that there is me,
or a part that I've lost,
and I won't even bother,
to start counting the cost.

Lying there is my heart,
beating strong and with love,
for the one I call beautiful,
who colours my day.

So please treasure what you cradle,
in those gentle fingertips,
and keep it close to your body,
so I might feel your warm lips.
-David Sprague

how?

I ask you,
have you ever seen a sound?
Have you listened to an image?
Have you ever touched a thought?
Have you ever tasted nothing?
Have you ever told a lie that was true?

But how can this be,
this is not sense at all.
This is just a lie that may,
it may just turn out to be true.
-David Sprague

Where the sunburnt streets collide,
this is the place I come to hide,
my sanctuary of dust,
my streets of idol faces.

Mine.

Here I'll find my refuge,
the shouting, the rumbling,
it's here I come to be,
to be me.

Me.

It's just a desert of steel and glass.
A city of secrets.
-David Sprague

my sun...

Oh no, here comes that lonely day again,
when the sun don't shine and the rain will win.

But my sun will come back again,
your smile will return,

and we'll watch the sun die together,
and not even time we will discern.
-David Sprague

Looking out the window of your room onto a wet rainy day,
Main Street under a slate grey afternoon sky,
the light on your face is soft and dim under the lace curtain,
and the streets are empty.


In the distance, there is a flash and a rumble,
clouds sail the sky like giant wooden ships,
on a blackened evergreen sea,
capped with foam.
-David Sprague

brain mode: boredom.

So here I am, sitting in double IT Multi-Media, and I'm trying to figure out how to use this stupid program called Flash. It's so boring, and you can't do anything interesting with it, just make circles and rectangles move around. And quite obviously the teacher has no imagination and is a complete nerd who can't spell, and mumbles to himself.
This is boring.
GAH!!!
I need someone to open up my head and LET ME OUT!!!
Maybe I should start playing with photoshop. Surely that will be more interesting...
Although I'm no good at doing anything on it, and no-where near the level of the famous photoshop psycho Andrew, I can always muck around with weird filters???
Or I can make stencils, they're always good to create. Hmmm, dumm dee dumm.
What to doooooo???

I wanna go back to Grammar. Where the teachers cared about your work, where there's less idiots around, who just take the subjects because they think the subject will be the best bludge. Back to where my friends are, where I can be myself. Oh well, too late now.

Far out, still so so so soooo bored, although this blog is amusing me, but not much.

I wonder what everyone else is in right now. K is in multi-media, J is probably in maths, and A is in Vis-Comm. Yep, that's what I reckon. I'm probably completely wrong, which wouldn't surprise me, because they're just random guesses, but it's worth a shot. Well, not really, it's not worth anything at all really, but I like taking random guesses. Just like George Bush took guesses and real and made-up words. HEHEHE.

But now the class is coming to a close and it's time to go off for recess and then I get to go to Music Classroom, and I can play drums to On My Mind by Powderfinger. Which is a really weird song to drum to...

Anyway, ta taaaa!

D.

Day 1...

Well day 1.
What can I say.
I'll start from the very beginning. I jump on the bus in my nice new uniform, the my bus driver looks me from head to toe, shrugs his shoulders and greets me in his usual "Mornin' Dave. How are ya'?" I reply with my usual "Not bad mate." and awkwardly grab a seat with my rather heavy bag.

So I arrive at the bus interchange where some people spot me and rush towards me with this weird look saying, 'Why are you all green?' Hugs are exchanged as I make my way down to the other end of the buses. I wonder around for a while, wondering which bus I'm supposed to take, and then again, awkwardly, walk up to a bus driver who's standing in front of his bus, which appears to be housing High bags, and indeed people. I just ask him if this was the right bus for High to check, and he points a thumb over his shoulder and says "right 'ere," as if I'm some sort of idiot for asking such a foolish question. Which indeed was true.


Again I take a seat, and look around. One kid opposite me with a gold flick-lighter chatting to his mate, and some other kids are talking about home made bombs. The right corner of my mouth curls slightly, as I smile and think to myself 'here goes nothing and everything.'

I pile off the bus with the rest of the blue and green people. And make my way over to the general office where I'm to meet up with some vice-principal and some other new students. I arrive safely, and I'm directed into a conference room with a low long table and several, also low, chairs. And in those chairs are people. All of them, sitting in a slightly, again, awkward silence. I introduce myself, and join the awkward silence. We then march to the gym for a 10, 11, 12 assembly. During which some guy babbles on a bit about some stuff, and then some woman babbles on a bit more about subjects and how it all works. I then depart from the group of obviously new people, and find my wing from a list, and go to find my locker and move in.

Subjects pass one by one... English, Recess, then a whole school assembly during Learning Advisory then IT Multi-media, Chemistry, Lunch (with a capital ell), and Classroom Music, and then finally Music Performance.

I wander back to my locker, resting a little bit easier, but still unsure, and gather my junk and try and find the right bus again. Which I do successfully. And on the bus to the interchange a year 12 girl decides to sit next to me. Small talk starts, what year are you in? etc. And turns out it's her first day too. We continue talking about what we want to do after school and stuff like that. And then arrive at the interchange and head different ways.
That was by far the only good conversation I'd had all day. Probably the only really decent person I've met so far.

So that was day one. And if you bothered to read it all, thanks. I must say the weirdest feeling is, arriving at Bray, as one of the first buses. And then there's nothing to do. It's so different seeing the bus bays empty.

I just hope things will change after a week or two.


But now folks, it's time to bid farewell.

It's time for leftovers.

Missing you all terribly.

Ciao.

D.