my room

a little peace

2010-11-24T23:01:00.001+11:00

Somewhere between the Cedars and the Oak trees...

Somewhere between nowhere and goodbye...

but I guess that's just wishful thinking.

bust out...

2010-10-18T18:58:00.001+11:00

one day I will...

time...

2010-10-04T01:15:00.002+11:00

on a recent bicycle ride with a friend, in conversation he said...

"...time cures all."

it seemed to pause the words between us for a little while, as I continued to ponder about this comment.

we rode on, and the comment soon slipped out the back of my mind and onto the path behind me...

...later that night, I happened to be watching a documentary about aged care, and in-particular the care of those who suffered dementia.

as I watched the program, a comment from earlier in the day popped back into my mind, "time cures all."

how wrong this comment is.

time may have to power to cure some things, to make things grow, or die, to make things come closer together, or to push these things apart, yet it doesn't possess the power to cure all.

how I wish that old age might show me a different side of the world, not a sad side though.

how I wish that as those days pass me by, that they don't 'cure' me, but that they don't destroy me either...

yeah...

2010-05-21T22:39:00.001+10:00

"hi."

"err, I don't do this often, but can I just point out that you're amazingly beautiful?"

"ha, umm, thanks?"

"sorry to bother you. bye."

2010-05-13T21:50:00.000+10:00

A mans own conscious is the key to his life pursuits...

a picnic...

2010-04-29T20:01:00.001+10:00

colouring flowers

buttering sandwiches

blooming blossoms

laying blanket

warming breeze

stealing mum's picnic basket

cueing bird songs

fluffing clouds

painting sky

growing grass

applying sunscreen

floating kites

straightening hats

picking blackberries

sprinkling dew

the dreams...

2010-04-29T18:15:00.001+10:00

we are the music makers,

we are the dreamers of dreams....

to nothing

2010-04-23T22:04:00.003+10:00

when you see someone you truly love, admire and respect reduced to a wheelchair by a silent disease, it hits hard. Especially when the person you knew was so high on life. They didn't want to retire at 60 or even 64 for that matter, they didn't want to stay at home either, they had made plans to keep living to the very full. But no more. The disease is not because time and bodily misuse has caught up with him, but because the debilitating infection has sought him out and scars his life. There is no cure, no surgery can make any difference.

It's hard to describe. But, I guess it's like losing a long loved dog to a slow cancer or to old age. The dog that you played with every day, the dog that would go nuts whenever you put your runners on and went for the leash. That dog was happy, but can only now manage to lay in front of the fireplace, exhausted. Only thing is, we're dealing with someone even more special.

hours on end...

2010-04-23T21:37:00.002+10:00

If there was a name/job for sitting in an airport, listening to gazey dazey acousticy musique, I would do it.

I could sit for hours on end, days on end, simply watching it all go by. I'd buy a nice set of headphones, something that blocks it all out, and I'd listen to Angus & Julia Stone, and DC4C, and Jose Gonzalez, and Lior, and Norah Jones, and Jamie Cullum, and Dave Brubeck, and Dido, and C.W. Stoneking, and Air, and John Mayer, and Morcheeba, and My Friend the Chocolate Cake, and Tommy Emmanuel, and Something for Kate, and..... ok so you get the point, I'd buy a lot of good books, crime, mystery, action, and of course I'd have to buy a big flask to put of the good stuff (coffee for those uneducated few) and yeah that'd be sweet.

I need to make a plane gazing playlist...

ps. if you haven't heard of these artists, ask me for a demo disc :) They rock my socks, jocks, and plane gazing eyes, not to mention my unsatisfiable hunger for music.

you're just blind

2010-04-23T18:30:00.001+10:00

your smile makes me smile,

your giggle makes me grin,

but you're just too blind to notice.

2010-04-23T17:35:00.002+10:00

Wrapped in pages from a teen magazine,
I will never be who I want to be,
Never to develop a personal style,
Forever to be hidden behind a paper machè smile,
I could wipe myself off the face of the earth,
And no-one would even know.

easy now!?

2010-04-14T22:02:00.002+10:00

why can't things be easy! Why can't acquiring some new skill or completing a task be easy! Instead of having to slave away and practice practice practice, while you watch all the others take away the crowd with all their natural talent. Why can't I be born with some of this so called 'natural talent' in something! Something that'll get me recognised! Something that'll wow them all, I long for something special within me. But I got nothin'.

Beethoven got it: he composed hundreds of works even though he was completely deaf!?

Tommy Emmanuel, from country Australia first picked up a guitar at 4 years old, and hasn't stopped playing since!

Van Gogh one day picks up a brush and can produce million dollar works.

There's those in this world who just take whatever they can get. They have money, talent, friends and all those great things, it all gets given to them from...somewhere. Then there's those in life who bust their arse trying to make it. They're short on moolah, they're not fantastic in anything in particular and they stick to a close nit group who they feel comfortable with.

Well I dunno but I'm just peeved.

They say that practice makes perfect, well guess what, it doesn't. It only makes one hell of a lot of difference.

imagine

2010-03-17T20:06:00.002+11:00

an imagination is a powerful tool,

it can tint memories of the past,

shade perceptions of the present,

or paint a future so vivid it can entice...or terrify,

all depending on how we conduct ourselves today.

I found this in a Garfield clipping from 1989, which seemed rather odd to me. Why find a relatively thoughtful piece in the middle of a comedy cartoon? Oh well. The context of this little memoir was loneliness, and I think Jim Davis (cartoonist) was having a lonely week...

i'll be back

2010-03-09T22:06:00.002+11:00

I'll be back.

You just look past me at the moment don't you. Walk by as though I'm merely a leaf on the ground. Not worthy of your recognition.Well Mr I got news for you, I'll be back. Back better than ever.

Better than you'll ever be. You think you're so high and mighty now,
with all your bitches and 'cool friends' hanging around, so you never stop to take a look at yourself. When it seems someone's better than you, it's just because they think that they are. Well guess what, they are better than you. A lot better. To them you're only the dregs of society but you really don't realise it do you.

You fight with your dad every night, you steal from your mothers purse. Lucky that the bottle of Beam saves you from all these terrible memories. I would help, trust me I would do my very best. In fact, I've tried many times, but you just won't let me will you? I'm just not good enough am I?


So maybe in the future when you'll probably be out on the street, I'll pass you by with a purposful step. I could just ignore you and your plea for a hand, or I could try and give you that help I've always offered. You stepped over me, but I will not. I will stop in front of you, hand outstrectched.


Okay guys so sometimes things just build up inside of us and you just
can't take it any more, and there's just no-one who's gonna listen. People being ignorant, inconsiderate, pompous and down right stupid. Yet they still expect a smile, and for you to just worship how awesome they are. Ha! How ridiculous. So yeah that's

me at the moment.

Venting over....



Love, blessings, peace,
D.

social issues...

2010-02-19T16:36:00.002+11:00

Ever felt that your just not accepted in a certain place or with a certain group of people?

Ever felt that no matter what you do to fit in, it just doesn't work, it just doesn't feel right?

You do you best to fit in. You do you best to be 'one of them'. But it's never right.

They're great people, don't get me wrong, but it's just like I'm not quite the same...

GRRRR....

2010-02-18T22:06:00.003+11:00

Sometimes there are times when you just get so fricken frustrated that
you can't take it.
Example: a friend thinks that you've done something in particular with
someone, and they judge you for it. From their view all the evidence
is stacked against you, and no matter what you say to them, no matter
how much you try to plead your case, the truth, they just won't budge
from there view. And when things like this happen, all I can think is
either "if only you knew the truth" or "are you so stupid and arrogant
that you don't believe me?"
This, I feel, drives the two people apart. And causes you to wonder
whether they were really any good of a friend in the first place.
But in the end, these events end up in the past and forgotten, so why
should I be contemplating it now.
Anyway blog/psychologist, time for music, hw and venting.

Ciao.

Duffel

2009-12-17T20:55:00.002+11:00

Funny The Way It Is...

2009-12-17T20:15:00.002+11:00

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.

2009-12-08T20:08:00.001+11:00

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

SMILE!

2009-12-08T20:08:00.000+11:00

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

SMILE!

shuff it up...

2009-12-08T20:05:00.002+11:00

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.

2009-12-08T19:22:00.003+11:00

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,

2009-12-04T23:25:00.003+11:00

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,

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

2009-11-22T21:46:00.002+11:00

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...

2009-11-21T19:10:00.002+11:00

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...

2009-09-01T18:34:00.002+10:00

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

2009-08-08T18:48:00.002+10:00

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...

2009-05-18T19:17:00.000+10:00

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

2009-03-21T21:47:00.000+11:00

my images...

2009-03-21T21:27:00.000+11:00

watch...

2009-02-21T20:08:00.002+11:00

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...

2009-02-21T15:29:00.003+11:00

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

2009-02-21T15:24:00.003+11:00

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?

2009-02-21T15:19:00.001+11:00

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

2009-02-21T15:17:00.002+11:00

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...

2009-02-21T15:13:00.004+11:00

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

2009-02-21T14:39:00.000+11:00

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.

2009-02-12T10:02:00.003+11:00

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...

2009-02-02T19:00:00.002+11:00

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.

2008-11-27T17:06:00.009+11:00

When people run around and around in circles we say they are crazy...
but when planets do it we say they are orbiting.

Forecast for tonight: Dark.

I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day. - Frank Sinatra

Birthdays are good for you. Studies show that the people who have the most live the longest.

Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the heck is the ceiling.

I could tell that my parents hated me. My bath toys were a toaster and a radio.

Never be afraid to try something new. Remember, amateurs built the ark. Professionals built the Titanic.

All those who believe in telekinesis, raise my hand.

"They misunderestimated me!" -George W. Bush"

Life's disappointments are harder to take when you don't know any swear words.

I'm learning real skills that I can apply throughout the rest of my life... procrastinating and rationalising.

I'm a genius, but I'm a misunderstood genius.
What's misunderstood about you?
Nobody thinks I'm a genius.

"I'm not going to do my maths homework. Look at these unsolved problems. Here's a number in mortal combat with another. One of them is going to get subtracted. But why? What will be left of him? If I answered these, it would kill the suspense. It would resolve the conflict and turn intriguing possibilities into boring old facts."

*on the phone* Hello, I'm looking for something that can deliver a 50-pound payload of snow on a small feminine target. Can you suggest something? Hello...?

"Do you like being a girl?"
"It's got to be better than the alternative."
"What's it like? Is it like being a bug?"
"Like a WHAT?!"
"I imagine bugs and girls have a dim perception that nature played a cruel trick on them, but the lack the intelligence to really comprehend the magnitude of it."

hehehehe. see you! :)

D.

2008-11-26T19:16:00.001+11:00

In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity.

-Albert Einstein

D.

what are you listening for?...

2008-11-24T16:32:00.002+11:00

There was once an Indian man walking along with his friend in central New York. While the two were walking the footpath, the Indian man suddenly stopped and cocked his head to one side as if listening for something.
"What are you doing?" Asked the American friend.
"I hear a cricket" replied the Indian
"What! How on earth can you hear a tiny cricket in the middle of New York? You've got to be kidding!"
"Just listen. Think about all the sounds you hear, listen for the cricket. Believe it's there."
So the American man sat down on a nearby bench, put his face in his hands, closed his eyes, and listened. But after a minute or two, the man stood up and shook his head.
"I didn't hear a thing. Just the whooshing of taxis, the rumbling of the subway, and the clacking of cash registers. But there's no cricket."
"I'll show you then," announced the Indian man as he headed to the next intersection and turned the corner with his ear ever listening for that cricket. He crossed the road, while his American friend stayed on the other side, found a seat and watched in humour. The other man ran up to a church, and found a pot at the entrance gate. He quickly dug around in the soil, and the stoop up, his hand raised high in the air, with the tiny cricket held gently between his fingers. He crossed the road back to his friend and showed off his prize.
"How did you hear that, and I didn't?" said the American.
"It all depends on what you listen for. I'll show you." He then reached into his pocket and pulled out some coins, a few dimes and a nickel. Then he simply dropped them. At that moment, every head in the street turned towards the two men.
"I listen for things that you do not. You must believe something is there to really hear it. It's all about what you listen for."

DS.

next year...

2008-11-16T20:28:00.008+11:00

I guess next year will be quite different, and will probably be quite hard at the start, but hopefully I'll settle in as the days go by.

Next year I'll be doing:
English
Maths
Physics
Chemistry
Money Management
Law
Automotive
Design and Technology (wood)
Music
Classroom Music
Action in the Outdoors
Video Making
Astronomy and Earth Science
Photography

Wow! Such a long list of cool stuff to do! So hopefully this will keep me occupied and keep my mind off other things(people (well, person. You know who you are) haha). Cool, brackets inside brackets. (Now (that (is)) cool). haha.

3 weeks in Melbourne was a fairly unforgettable experience. It was a chance to get away from pestering parents, to become independent, and to be able to learn more about Melbourne city. I certainly learned a lot, from how to work better with a group that might not be your best friends, to learning about your best friends and just hanging out with them. :)
Here's some photos:

Love this photo. Just the light exposure and stuff.

Attack!!!

Fourever...

A powerful image from the Halocaust.

Andrew...?

Tram.

love...

2008-11-05T21:43:00.004+11:00

You know, no matter how hard the human species (both male and female, of the younger age inparticular) tries to avoid the dangerous chemical reaction called 'love', our attempts always prove futile, and we humans fall into the tender trap called 'love'.

So check out '(Love Is) The Tender Trap - Frank Sinatra

Goodnight peeps, all those who read this (if anyone does), be blessed forever and ever.

Ciao.

D.

Because I Know You're There

2008-10-30T17:59:00.003+11:00

I feel so strong,
now that I finally belong,
and all my pains shall go,
with the help of those I know.

Because I know you're there.

My life shall continue,
from day to day,
and I'll always be with you,
now matter what we say.

Because I know you're there.

So it's goodbye at last,
as our roads now part,
but I'll never forget our past,
right from the very start.

Because I know you're there.

But you'll hear from me again,
I'm not going too far,
but I can't escape the pain,
of leaving what we are.

But I know you'll be there.

D.

critically dizzy...

2008-10-18T16:33:00.002+11:00

Good afternoon everyone, and welcome to My Room News.
First tonight, we interview a passenger and a pilot from a QANTAS flight from London to Melbourne. The pilot thought it would be humorous to fly the 737 jet, upside down for the majority of the flight. After landing the jet, police moved in to arrest the two pilots in the cockpit. Paramedics also had to act quickly to treat critically dizzy passengers with oxygen and morphine. 76 of the 244 passengers were rushed to the Royal Melbourne Hospital, with some undergoing surgery to pump stomachs and turn organs the right way around.

The two pilots have been questioned by the police, and have been permanently decommissioned from QANTAS airlines.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Now that is randomness my friends.

Bye for now,

D.

p.s. I am going fine.

2008-10-18T16:32:00.002+11:00

We don't need more strength or more ability or greater opportunity. What we need is to use what we have.

- Basil S. Walsh

2008-09-30T20:02:00.003+10:00

Opportunity...often it comes in the form of misfortune, or temporary defeat.

-Napoleon Hill

someone, somewhere, someday...

2008-09-30T10:30:00.003+10:00

hey,
I found this on someones post, somewhere on the net, somedays ago...
check it out

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? If your Heart Tells You To - Tommy Emmanuel

Will you get far in life? All or Nothing at All - Perry Como (WHAT!!)

What is your best friends theme song? Under Serious Attack - Emery (this isn't it btw, haha)

What's your highschool like? On the Mind - Foo Fighters (I guess that sums it up)

How can you get ahead in life? The Long and Winding Road - The Beatles (it seems like that at the moment)

What's the best thing about your best friends? Sweetest Thing - U2 (they are)

Describe your parents. Thrilloilogy - Powderfinger (no idea what that means anyway)

How's your life going? Mama's Trippin - Ben Harper (???)

First song played on my birthday. Say Goodbye at the Mile High Stadium - Dave Matthews Band (not true either, man this sucks)

Will you have a happy life? Nice 'N' Easy - Frank Sinatra (sounds good to me)

What do your friends think of you? John Elliot's Nose - My Friend The Chocolate Cake (you guys think I have a big nose??

Do people secretly lust after you? Too Much (live) - Dave Matthews Band (okay then...)

How can you make yourself happy? Devestation and Reform - Relient K (whatever)

What should you do with your life? What If I Do - Foo Fighters (so... that means what?)

Will you ever have child? Just A Boy - Angus and Julia Stone. (that's weird)

What song will you dance like a freak to? Show Me Your Glory - Third Day (I doubt it, not very 'dancy' song)

What does your mum think of you? Can't We Be Friends - Jamie Cullum (???)

What is your deep dark secret? The Wizard of Oz - John Williams (am I...? AM I???!!!)

What's your mortal enemy theme song? You and Me - Lifehouse (I think this is actually my best friend song, oh well)

What is your personality like? Beautiful - Audio Adrenaline (OH YEAH!!! haha)

Anyway that was really weird,

cya later guys where-ever you are,

D.

spiritual high

2008-09-28T20:59:00.003+10:00

hello there anyone and everyone,

I just got back from a PYV Junior Camp based on the book of Ephesians and being 'Totally Transformed'. The subjects were:

1.Totally Transformed Me
2.Totally Transformed Speech
3.Totally Transformed Life
4.Totally Transformed Submission

The camp was absolutely oarsum and I made heaps of new friends and I learnt a lot about also.

So if you see me soon and I can't stop smiling and being nice (hopefully, haha) you now know why.

http://www.pyv.org.au

check it out guys, all info about future camps is on there if you wanna come, it's awesome fun!

In other news though, my holidays are still being extremely boring, except for camp, and I am hoping to go to Melbourne to hang with my sis Esther and also hang with Jane n' Morley.

Cya later anyone and everyone,

D.

ps. the drawing is coming along...

my attempt...

2008-09-23T20:30:00.006+10:00

So, I looked around and saw people drawing and producing oarsum works of art, and I thought, 'I wanna do that. I don't wanna be some guy who just goes through life sitting in the background, stuck in a routine, never doing anything outstanding.' OK, I admit, that was a bit exaggerated when you relate it to the picture, however that is how I feel. And, after some advice from the one and only Jane, I found this pic and decided that this would be a good spot to start. Because after all you have to start somewhere.

So I tried my hardest, and came up with this...

I dunno but I think it's not toooo bad.

And here is my next one I'm gonna try and draw:

Gosh, I'm soooo boring. I promise the next one after this will not be an alley of any kind.

Thanks Jane, Andrew and Beth for being such oarsum Christian friends. It's not every day you find people as Godly, kind and loving people such as you. Your oarsumnuss (say with Pommy accent, sounds good) really does help, and it's great to know I can talk to you about pretty much anything.

I feel happy now.

Ciao.

Holidays?

2008-09-21T21:57:00.002+10:00

Q. Who can jump higher than a 20 story building? - Find out when you've finished.

I dunno about you, but my interpretation of holidays is when you can relax, your parents can relax (kind of), and you just get time to slow down, take it easy and do what you want. You can stay up late and watch cool movies, hang out with your friends, draw a picture or write blogs. But it seems my fathers interpretation of this is completely different...

During the holidays, my 'bedtime' doesn't change at all, dad always starts pestering me at about 9.20ish, not even 15 minutes later, (of course I don't necessarily go to sleep at that time, most of the time I just stay awake for ages, reading a book or trying to draw, but that's beside the point). This holidays I was looking forward to just relaxing, and doing all the things I mentioned earlier, but noooooooo, my parents (dad especially) are too paranoid to let me do anything outside their little box. Which, quite frankly, sucks!

I feel like I'm just serving no point for 2 weeks. I mean, it's great that my parents are being 'protective' (if that's the right word to use), but most of the time they just need to let go a bit. I wanna get out a bit, and live my life. Live life like a deck of cards, the hand you get dealt represents determinism, what you do with it though is free will.

I dunno, I think I'll see if I can sort something out. This is an incredibly long post. And it sounds so depressing. The next time I'm in happy mood I'll write something then, rather than complain to no-one.

A. Anybody, buildings can't jump! HAHAHA. Enjoy.

Ciao.

Choices

2008-09-19T16:33:00.003+10:00

Cool, a blog. Known as 'my room'. And now for something emotional and meaningful:

Today as the sun was shining on my face, I drove past Central Square car park, and I noticed the sign that they always put out the front of that financial place on the corner. It read,
"It is our choices that show and make who we are, rather than our abilities." Or at least it was something along those lines.
Whilst listening to some Relient K and Moby on the way home, I tried to analyze what they were trying to say, and I've come to the conclusion that they're kind of right.

Life is full of choices, and sure we may stuff up sometimes, (okay, a lot of the time), but ultimately we must realise that we do make who we are, and with some common sense and guidance through prayer and help from God, we can be the very best possible, and you can be what you want to be. If you wanna be something, or someone, go for it, and don't let the worldly views and expectations hold you back.

But that's enough from me, you're probably bored stiff by now, but I hope it's alright for my first writing.

Ciao.

You have the freedom to exceed. - Ray Kroc