Sunday, 16 August 2009

my tribute to Federico Erra... one of my favorite photographers ever.

Ever since my eldest brother started up his own photography business, I've always wanted to become one. I've studied it, and am really fascinated by it all. This guy in particular, who I met at my brother Arther's photography reception dinner, has an amazing touch to all his pictures.
Talking to him was like talking to God, only he didn't have any powers... But over his camera... Shit, he works some pretty fucking amazing things...





bang,
black and white,
with a lover who's with cigarettes,
smoke my heart with tears,
distance makes me cry.

walk alone,
walk home.

be adored and be adorable.

Listen to Rich Girls by The Virgins here


Oh what a lovely way with words
Is that the way you see the world?

yes, i'm here to stay. but i ain't gettin' too comfortable.

After thinking it over for about 4 hours straight (more like 4 minutes, but whatever), I decided to keep me blog.
At first I thought I should delete all my previous posts and just start over, but something held me back.
I think I was inspired by Jack White when I say... 'I like holding on to little bits of me. Cos, when you put 'em all together, you realize how big of an importance they really are to you.'
And it makes sense, when you actually use more than 1% of you're brain to work it out.
It's like 'past-me'.
Why delete 'past-me'?
He's awesome because, when I'm old, have about 200+ followers, have 3million views from all 7 continents, and have about 600 posts, I'll look back to those first ones when I was completely stoned right out of my fucking head, and think 'fuck... me've come along ways.'

So, my little 'motivational' speech sounded like utter horseshit, but we're moving on to more personal things.
I love getting emails and comments from little fucks. I could read out roughly 20 right now. Some of them are long, detailed, and even go into details such as 'these are the ways in which I'd like to kill you, you racist piece of crap,' etc. FREEDOM OF MOTHERFUCKING SPEECH, you little butt-fucking shit-faced cow-bitch. Get used to it, or die a painfully slow death at the hands of us underground KKK members.

...So that was a bit horrid, crude, and mean but who cares? This is 2009... This is the Internet... People should be allowed to say whatever the fuck they wanna say... Talk however they wanna talk... Be whoever they wanna be... Age Permitting.

Here I am, hunched over my 17-year-old cousin Petra and trying to understand why a girl of her age and "MATURITY" has posters of 'Higschool Musical' and 'Bandslam' all over her wall (she even has fucking glow-in-the-dark stickers pasted everywhere... their like little eyes... searching... staring...killing...).

I was came over to her and her friends flat for a visit, cause apparently 'I'm her favorite cousin and she TOTALLY wants to hang out with me'. So, I'm here in the worst part of NYC and feeling like crap. Yes, when someone uses the word 'crap', it usually means they've broken up with someone... Or killed someone...



Yes, that's her - Beatrice Faulmer - 20 years old - Dark Brown hair - was crazy about her.

See, I don't mind SPLAYING my life out to the world wide web anymore cause it's just... WWW. And who cares if you all see it? I enjoy the attention... Really I do.

Basically, we were at this party, I got really drunk, she wasn't all that drunk cos she was feeling depressed for some reason. Anyways, I was standing over her with two of my boys, and one of them said (jokingly, of course), 'how's about we gang-rape her to get going'. I laughed, she got angry, tried to get up, I grabbed her by the arm to stop her from going, she shrieks, and I realized I've pulled a clump of her hair, and dislocated her wrist. I have no idea how that happened. I guess when people are drunk, their almost stronger than they know.
All I remember before passing out cold, was repeatedly saying 'sorry' 'sorry' 'sorry' with this innocent expression. As if I didn't know what I had just done.

Now, I'm here to stay for about a week or so, as my flat in Los Angeles was suddenly over-due on the contract and I was out in the cold.

Oh well, I'll get over it... Right? I mean, eventually people get over their girl-friends leaving you so badly. Let's just see what happens...

I've gone on leave from my job as assistant manager at The Vera Bar I work at and hopefully I'll find a place soon in Los Angeles so I can go un-leave and continue working. Pray for me. :)

New and Revamped...a new start in the end...

Welcome to The Story of Life

Saturday, 6 June 2009

Wow... 6 Months?

It's been six months since my last post, father..

Father of all Blogs: My son... that is a long time.

Twisted: Yeah, I know. But fuck it, right?

...


Okay, anyways, it's been ages and I don't think I will post anything more. So for now, here's a belated goodbye. I will only use this blog to comment on others (for instance 'Nine in the Afternoon'... Cheers all.

Tuesday, 11 November 2008

Get killed off... Have a blast... Go knock yourself out...

Okay. Today, after a very long tiring and maniacal day (which was comprised of getting up at around 6 or so to go to work, drinking coffee and walking around with an icepack on the back of my neck, getting dragged around by my younger sister who wanted me to help her shop along with five of her annoying little friends, then not being able to get in contact with Freya for some fucked up reason, and now.... silence... Yes, finally, I am all alone in my apartment, the lights are dimmed, and I feel at peace), I get this message from a little girl, no older than 13, or something, saying "y r u so meen? iss lyk ur trying 2 b badass n all this stuf!"
I stared at this message for about half an hour straight, trying to find the sense in it. Why, oh why, are little girls of that age even allowed to be on internet, much less talk that way. People who use things like 'lol' 'rofl' and god knows what else, are just plain telling the world "HEY! I AM A REALLY DUMN PERSON AND MY VOCABULARY IS VERY LIMITED!"
People like that just make me want to shoot myself in the head. I think parents should be a lot stricter with their children (ie. Beat the shit out of them when they are bad), I mean, I don't know how many of you, when you were kids, were beaten, but I can firmly say I was. My dad was a living nightmare to be around. But, as a father, I knew I had to respect him to his face, even though sometimes I secretly planned to either throw him off a building or stab him in the chest. Oh well, neither of those plans worked, and he is still alive (I think...).
Needless to say, I think it's outrageous the way children act these days. A couple days ago, I was having my usual work-break, and there was a little boy who came up to me asking "Give me money, mister."
Now, don't think I am going to be nice to the little ill-mannered prick. Oh no, I shooed him off immediately. Two minutes later, he stumbled back over to me, and cried "You stupid mother-fucker!" I just looked at him... I was lost for words. Then he laughed and ran off with his friends, who were, without my knowing, giving me the finger.
What kind of behavior is that for a child. Ugh. If I ever did that when I was that young I would be pummeled by my mum, dad, and older siblings. I would never get away with something like that.

How come, these days, I find a lot more scum and ill-mannered slobs rather than decent smart and clever people? Especially on the internet. Out of twenty people on the internet, only nine are semi-decent. The others either can't spell for the life of them or they are just plain bad-mouthed, spastic little pricks. It's so saddening. But also maddening. Oh yes, very large amounts of both. I really pity people like that. They should know they will never get anywhere in life the way they act.

Here are some examples of plain can't spell for the life of them people that write me mail:

"Heyz, u r reely coo! i jus lurvz ur werk! itz reel sliK!"

"Hiya babzzz, yer reeellly awwwwesome and funny to read ur kool stuffz tat ur riting all the tyme, cant w8 4 the storeez to cum out!!!!!!!!"

"hey maaan, that was real rad the last post! fuk all these niggaz an shit"
(Um, you talk like a nigger you stupid idiot!)

Here are some examples of plain bad-mouthed and useless people that write me mail:

"oi! u muthrfukr! lil wite honky sumbitch! i gonna kill u fer sayin ur racist lil bitch-ass muhfuher!"

"HEY! what's your problem? your so fucking lame and fucking pathetic and just stupid. Get the fuck off the internet and fucking kill yourself! BITCH ASS!"

I don't want to show anymore as some get really fucked. But people who send me abusive mail should know that I will just continue to write more of my controversial opinions online and I don't really care what they say! Aha! You pathetic excuse for humans, take that.

Okay... *yawn* I am off for some more coffee, going to have a friend coming over to watch "28 Days Later" or something... Catch y'all later.

It

Sunday, 9 November 2008

Forget the Past... Look to the Future



This picture struck something deep deep DEEP inside me. I honestly don't know what, but for some reason it's so... compelling...