lyrics are my favourite.

i was scanning for an image to accompany the 'band aid' link in my xmas song post and came across this chick's blog where she posted a whole bunch of lyrics from the misheard lyrics archive. go here, love this shit :: 'scuse me while i kiss this guy ::

Robert Palmer: Addicted To Love
The real lyrics were:
"Might as well face it, you're addicted to love."
But I misheard them as:
"Might as well face it, you're a dick with a glove."

U2: Mysterious Ways
The real lyrics were:
"She moves in mysterious ways"
But I misheard them as:
"Shamu the mysterious whale"

National Anthems: Oh Canada
The real lyrics were:
"Oh Canada, we stand on guard for thee..."
But I misheard them as:
"Oh Canada, we stand on cars and freeze..."

INXS: I Need You Tonight
The real lyrics were:
"Your moves are so raw
I've got to let you know
You're one of my kind"

But I misheard them as:
"Your boobs are so long
They've got to hit your nose
You're one of a kind"

Neil Diamond: You Don't Bring Me Flowers
The real lyrics were:
"You hardly talk to me anymore, when I come through the door at the end of the day."

But I misheard them as:
"You hardly talk to me anymore, when I Kung-Fu the door at the end of the day."

AC/DC: Back in Black
The real lyrics were:
"Forget the hearse cause I'll never die."
But I misheard them as:
"I've got a purse but I'm still a guy."

Band Aid: Do They Know It's Christmas Time
The real lyrics were:
"The greatest gift they'll get this year is life."
But I misheard them as:
"The only gift they'll get this year is flies."

Stone Temple Pilots:
The real lyrics were:
"Feeling like a hand in rusted shame..."
But I misheard them as:
"Feeling like a ham and mustard shake..."

sick ride.

p.s. have i shown you my car?

merry christmas, friends.

a few classics for you this holiday season...

:: mariah (aka the best christmas song EVER) ::


:: band aid ::


:: hanson ::

talented folks.

listen to :: howl at the moon ::


:: spun rivals ::

la rouge.

not the club in toronto, but perhaps in lipstick form? i am awaiting the processing of an invoice before i make any purchases, but i need something red. call me festive (or not).

also: must buy leggings and i.d. make-up here since AmApparel and i.d. (at Sephora!) prices here are actually reasonable (to calculate Aus $ prices, multiply by 3 or 4 - serious).



also, in other news, i fell asleep at around 4am after a good long talk with Ted, calming me down and helping me make sense of certain things. skype is a pretty neat tool.

finally, i am trying very hard to open my mind and to take into account that everyone is in a different spot... and that i can't assume just because something works or makes sense for me that it will fit well with others' wishes or needs.

the trickiest trick to living a full life in my view is to strike a balance between my happiness and compassion for what that happiness in its real form does to others in my life. i know i left, i know it upset some, mildly affected others, perhaps pleased a few but on a whole was of no consequence to most. i want to say here that i am going to make a concerted effort to focus my love, attention, and relationship building activities towards the people who have cared all along, and to stop focusing on things that are fleeting, trivial and past the point of making sense.

i jumped back in, both feet, to this muddy water that i left behind. it is not new, this whole process of 'coming home' - the saying goes you can never go back there. maybe that is only true if you aren't willing to step back and look at the patterns and change them.

rainbow butt monkeys.

band names get pretty weird, but that one was a classic. 2:05am, and their first(only?) single is playing on tv. hello 1996, how are you? i've missed much music.

:: Circles ::

sleep, where are you?

i can honestly say that insomnia has never been one of my issues. ask anyone who knows me, i tend to fall asleep when my head hits the pillow, and can sleep through thunderstorms, early-rising roommates, loud tvs, cecilia's ticking clock in her room and even trains going by on the railroad track that my memere and pepere lived next to when i was growing up.

i've been in bed since 9pm, hiding out mostly, but it's 1am, and still no sleep. i've resorted to turning csi back on, but this is really gonna throw a wrench in my plan to get up early and get on the treadmill tomorrow...

come back, sleep, i thought you were one of the things i could count on.

multi media girls.

love line drawings, mostly kept black and white with punches of colour. where was this chick when i needed inspiration for assignments like this in illustration classes with sheila? still can't believe i spent four years attempting to be cool like this girl.

:: Nikki Farquharson ::

tunes.

schwartzman. new song. coconuts. microphone.

:: microphone by coconut records ::

i love you, man...

can it be true? another jason segel movie?! hoo-ray! (and paul rudd is pretty great too)

:: i love you, man ::

too terminator?

i want a leather jacket... this one is too manly, right?

with money comes cuteness.

pay me already so i can spend my money to dress like this girl.

this dress, please. but if that is not meant to be, then the BOOTS.....


coat... oh, look, the boots.

cozy!


:: Surface 2 Air ::

new years?

i have been saying 'new years in montreal' for months, maybe a year... is this a possibility?


:: neon disco ::

on second thought, i actually kind of want to just hit a house party.

and that's that... really?

it's kind of anti-climactic. i mean, i don't know what i was expecting, but maybe not this. maybe more appreciation on my part, comfortableness, niceness, warmth and fuzziness? i feel out of place and like i am sort of an inconvenience.

i have a bit of a hurt heart, like an old anxiety lump has resurfaced and is back to sitting heavily in the centre of my chest.

a wise, beautiful and lovely man told me to be unapologetically myself while i am here, just speak my mind, be completely open and self-assured. but i am find myself shrinking, my feet slipping and my grasp just missing out on what i am reaching for.

despite best intentions, my first week and a bit back home really has been a testament to how far i have to go, rather than how far i have come.

:: note :: hennie took that photo, i don't know how it relates to this post, but i like it and i miss walking around in fitzroy... maybe that's it.

sneakiest.

"The only reason wallets get stolen is because they look so much like wallets. This one, however, is carefully disguised."

cute! :: moustache wallet ::

delicious.

i need a dog. so then i can do cool things with him, like this for instance:

he's good.

every clip i find... so good.

:: Demetri Martin :3:

oh, the places you will go!

oh, dr. seuss... a lovely couple i used to babysit for gave me this book for my 16th birthday, hard to fathom that 10 years have passed since then. i am in a whole new place, doing things i never imagined i would do, with a very busy few months looming ahead. time and money, the usually suspects, will be the main obstacles but i am hopeful that things will fall into place because that would be amazing...

first stop is oakville... i get home on december 8th. holy!


no doubt a few nights will be spent in toronto...no bicycling to the bar though.



an ideal new years will include my bro, some good friends and a trip to montreal...


noticing a theme? so white back home, oh my!

on jan. 2nd, off to muskoka with the fam to this lovely cottage (imagine it covered in snow as well - google was not helpful in providing any winter images):


then, a few more weeks soaking in some home time back in oakville, getting in as much bonding with my friends and family as humanly possible. next up, a quick 37 hour journey through detroit (why?) and tokyo (8 hour stop-overs are unfun) and back to this beautiful city in time for australia day...


only a few sleeps in melb, then we are going to visit ted's parents in thailand - i have never been and can't wait to experience it and get in a little r&r while thawing out from my trip to the snow...



and finally, the last stop in this busy 'summer' is rarotonga in the cook islands for scoff and leilani's wedding, an amazing way to spend a week in march.



hoo-ray! and very glad i do not have a fear of flying.

laughing is my favourite.

funny boy:
:: Demetri Martin :1:
:: Demetri Martin :2:

M

speaking of being 17...

:: M ::

fade into you

my bro instructed me to listen to Hope Sandoval, and i recognised the voice... mazzy star? this song makes me feel 17.
::fade into you::

Lions and tigers and bears, oh mo!

I am a terrible blogger, and have failed to update this thing due to dwindling enthusiasm for all things internet... or maybe just because I haven't got a whole lot to say that can be expressed in blog format.

Here is one thing, however, that must be announced:

MOVEMBER is here!!! Last year this was the party of the year. And we are dressing up and doing it all over again on Saturday night. Photos will be taken to document the chaos and spectacle of the evening and I promise our costumes will not be lame, they are quite amazing actually.

loves, lb

p.s. home in just over a week? what?

just a note.

i had to announce that this is a beautiful day, and despite the fact i am at work, in an office, i have the window open and the fresh air is wonderful and the sun is just glorious.

i adore this city.

gold.

ted and i are sitting in his room. i receive a link on msn from him that takes me to this:

i did a spider instead.

amazing.

oh, and have listened to this song 37 times since yesterday. sweet video and good lyrics - my fav.

L.E.S. Artistes

stuck in my head.

::i'm on fire::
::what's a girl to do::
::wizard::

bat for lashes: idol.

grumpy face.

in a foul mood, and avoiding doing any study before i have to meet a friend to go over a plan of attack for the property law exam. when did everything get so serious?

i hate the internet. that's an over-statement, but it is true a lot of the time. search, read things and get bummed out. fb and blogs are poisoning me and i can't stop taking my daily dose.

i feel like there is this building up of something: tension, dread, anxiety... will it all culminate in relief? impossible to tell, patience required.

negativity... sorry about that.

let's hope i never have to cut you from the team.

i don't really surf the interweb. i mean, i press refresh on fb quite a bit, and listen to docos on google video and have the occasional youtube session, but i've never really paid attention to the less obvious and infinitely more impressive sites that exist out there. maybe my curiousty has been peaked by all the new blogs i've been lurking on lately, but whatever it was, today's little online expedition netted me a few neat finds...

meet me at mikes. i cheated in finding this site since i picked up a postcard from their shop on my way home, but it did lead me to adrian johnson, a pretty neat illustrator/designer in the UK. how cute are these?







also...

i got really excited and sad at the same time when i came across someecards.com because a few months back a couple of us had this fun idea to sell greeting cards for occasions such as breakups and confessions. looks like these guys beat us to it.


finally, i think we should all print one of these off and have it ready for the next Palin tv appearance:

on a more somber note, tonight we say farewell to our home on Napier St. in the glorious 'hood of Fitzroy (North). it's been a great year and a half, and we are leaving having discovered some wonderful friends and countless heart-warming memories to cherish all thanks to this old terrace house. i'm off to have a last supper of sorts on Brunswick St. at Vietrose with Rols and possibly Ceci... mmm spicy plum chicken and sangria.

xx

when and where

so i love hayden. a friend messaged me earlier about aa bondy and whether or not i had ever heard him, and yes i had. he's pretty great. and that got me listening to other acoustic guitar and mellow vocal artists this afternoon, starting with jose gonzalez. inevitably i ended up with hayden, who is pretty much the best dude ever. i don't know from experience, but from afar, i'd say he'd probably be a great best bud to chill with. he came and did a show in a tiny little band room at the bar behind my boy's house here in Melbourne a few months back, and i sat there mesmorised for the entire set. the whole audience was sitting cross-legged on the floor staring up at him in amazement, hanging on his every lyric, every chord and every little anecdote he shared between songs. it was just him too, playing guitar and harmonica or harmonica and piano. wow.

and so i went to my good friend youtube to listen to some live songs. and this is the official video posted for the song when and where... say whaaaaat? werd? and is it just me or does that girl in red look like someone i know?
When and Where

country song repeats

I can give you all of my gems
For you I’d pick the flower stems

if i wasn't here, i'd be there.

if i were to quit law school, i'd be a wanderer. not in the sense that i'd become nomadic or a perpetual traveller, but more like i'd wander locally. in and out of shops and alleys and cafes and galleries. i'd walk slowly through parks and stare straight up at the sky and breathe in really deep. i'd like to have some time in my pocket, that i could use to take pictures and record secret messages.

i'd be a song writer. the kind that never really does it properly but always does it beautifully. i would just write with my eyes closed, just speak from my heart and play what my fingers tell me to play. maybe i would even get good at it.

i'd draw a really big picture. on canvas, with pencil, like this boy i met in one of my favourite little shops in northccote that has a garden in its window at the moment. they sell weird finds, and paint-by-number kits and really good mochas. i want to cleverly design something they could sell there, one at a time, under a cute alias.

i'd write short stories. i'd re-learn french, i can't spell in french anymore. i was a spelling-bee champion in grade 6, i made it to the regionals, just two competitions away from the finals in Senegal. and now i can't remember my plus-que-parfait. you don't use it, you lose it. but if i wasn't in law school, i could re-learn it. and spanish while i was at it.

i'd go to the beach every weekend, to surf or to just lay out in the sun and read. oh, i would read all the time. the books i bought at the Book Grocers sale, every paperback only $5! i think i have about 7 waiting to be attended to.

i'd get good at shooting with Diana. i'd find old picture frames and put up my favourite shots all over my new house.


i'd go to yoga. i'd go every morning and get really bendy.

i'd send more messages to long-lost people that i neglect these days. i miss some of my girls from home a lot.

i'm listening to jose gonzalez - heartbeats. and mine does. sigh.

please?

i hate coming up with things i want for my birthday. there's always something that i'd love to get, but being put on the spot like this is really stressful. it's like bringing me into a movie rental place, i get anxiety attacks from too many options.

i think these are a safe bet, i'd like these.


and this guy.



- photo stolen from patrick o'dell's blog... pup's name is ginger.

and what the hell is on joey's head?

two things really hit me smack in the face with flashbacks: music and smells. today, it was a song. and it reminded me of driving to work in mississauga and getting super angry at 102.1 the edge. this terrible band got so much airplay at home 4-5 years ago because of can-con rules imagine. i say this because i refuse to accept that there may have been an actual fan base that called in to radio stations and requested them. absolute garbage.

so i am sitting on the tram, after a long day at my new job. this day was a little longer than most because of a late night helping a certain boy i know complete a very important report. i really didn't mind the fact that i only had 4 hours of sleep, it was all done out of love. anyway, super long day. i actually manage to snag a seat in the packed car and i am stoked. across from me sits a female, late thirties, with a black bob complete with pink highlights and a lip ring. her ipod is blaring, totally uncool cause i want to nap. and as if that wasn't rude enough...

"look at this photograph, everytime i do it makes me laugh....blah bla blah blahhh...and what the hell is on joey's head?". nickelback!?! and it is so loud. why??? who listens to nickelback on PURPOSE? who listens to them in 2008, when they are not being forced to on canadian morning or afterwok radio? she followed that song up with robbie williams - angel.

anyway, it just got me thinking of home. and it reminded me that there are things there that i don't miss. not even a little.

it's just a feeling.

and that is all it is. i was listening to some philosophy podcast a few weeks ago when i was in a state of complete and utter despair (it's a long story...) and a quote really broke through some of those cloudy emotions that fog up our lenses every now and then. 'it is not the circumstances or the situation itself that is terrible or hurtful or bad, it is how you react to it, how it is perceived that makes it so.'

now that obviously would be a hard principle to apply to say, war crimes or car accidents, but let's face it. our day to day tragedies take up a lot of energy, wasted tears and panic attacks that grip our hearts and threaten to never let go.

i guess what i want to say is that it's just a feeling. it's a feeling that if you let it, if you give it attention like you would to a child throwing a temper-tantrum, then it will run wild and ravage your mind and your spirit.

and maybe another thing to remember is... look at what you are fighting for. because the past gets blurry, and blurry things look soft and fuzzy and slightly squishy, which means they probably appear more cuddly and inviting then they really were/are. and it's easy to miss when you are unsure of your present and most likely your future. it's easy to want to go back, because like i said before, familiar things are nice, comfortable and safe. but they are also things we tried and discovered that they didn't work.