Good Morning
9am on a saturday is nice ahy. lying in bed with lappy, using the neighbours wireless to write bloggy, coffee taking the enamel off my teeth off, listening to my new CD - Nas - God's Son.
Nas is rad ahy. "All I gotta say is, if thats how people gonna get down, how we ever gonna get up?"
Like the pics?
Me and P went to see some of his mates Antix at Coherent last Saturday. See isn't the right word, dance to. We danced to. Its um, okay, correct me if i'm wrong P, it's sub, minimal, progressive, tech, house, with a shake of trance, and a pinch of techno. techno!!! the irony was not lost on me. A true skool hiphop, dub, and dnb girl having her virgin dance to electronic music.
we was irie.
See the hair in board pics. I never lie.
Highlights of the week:
Having my piano here.
My flatmate has the piano music for 'I'm Kissing You' from Romeo and Juliette. learning to play
it. first time i played it it made me cry. very beautiful.
Buying the hottest skin tight jet black pants from Kookai. hot hot hot. how shallow am i?
very.
Piet. Like having a birthday, everyday.
Getting Amy Winehouses first CD and rocking out to In My Bed in the car car.
Pulling off a really amazing training (running a meeting for a whole day in the board room and having my 'trainees' say i'm 'amazing' and 'inspiring' booya).
and i have a feeling tomorrow is going to be the highlight of the week
am taking little biggie my niece to 'butterfly creek' which is australisias biggest tropical butterfly ... aviary for butterflies. with a little train you can ride around, rabbits to pat and donkeys to ride.
butterflies, rabbits, trains and donkeys. gold mine.
te arai is .5m offshore. but gets a 0/10.
0/10
thats bogus. we prob go up anyway tho.
Next week up im' north for four days and maybe just maybe get to surf everday.
hallelujah.
life is gooooooood.
love ya'llies creepy crawlies
xxxxxxxxxxx
Friday, May 25, 2007
Monday, May 14, 2007
gold leaf
I want to take our pictures and paint them;
immortalise our figures
memorialise these days and nights
that grow with their roots in our flesh
a skyscape floating in our hair
birds, flowers and jewels floating in our hair
make canvas a mirror to catch the light of our shining likenesses
shining in gold paint
like human suns.
immortalise our figures
memorialise these days and nights
that grow with their roots in our flesh
a skyscape floating in our hair
birds, flowers and jewels floating in our hair
make canvas a mirror to catch the light of our shining likenesses
shining in gold paint
like human suns.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
a dingo ate my baby
hi.
where have you been?
I've checked and checked for weeks but nothing. no stories. no blogs. no poems. NOTHING.
thats what you're thinking aren't you...?
i know you are.
you live and breath to read my blog and i left you high and dry.
well the thing is, blogging has become super low priority. i moved house last weekend and only this sunday have i made my room a liveable room.
and surfing, well. i'm ashamed to say, theres been very little of that either.
that sucks actually. going to get that train back on track pronto.
however i do have a wee surfing story that i find grotesquely interesting.
Do you remember me telling you a couple of weeks ago i got hit really hard in the head with the board?
well i know you're all going, yeah yeah, hit in the head, real hard.
like i probably wasn't that hard adn it probablyhappens quite a bit.
well, i got kind of a scab on my crown. and it was like, not a scab you pick.
as in, it did not feel surface scabby, it felt like it was holding some of my head on.
and i waited for it to heal. it took up until very recently to heal completely.
hang on..
yeah it's fine now.
well.
My stunning beautiful gorgeous boyfriend man bought a new board this weekend!
it's hot. it's classy, minimal, chic. 6.4 mal with a pointed nose, whats that a gun?
anyways, so we went up to te arai this saturday, it was nice
nice. the swell was tiny. piet said he was bored.
hahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaa
however.
in the rumble tumble of the surf i notice something on my board.
i'm in the water off my board and i pull it in and look up close, and there, on the rail, down near the fins, stuck into my board
is
SOME HAIR
like, a good bit of hair, more strands than you could count, and it is stuck in the board and drifts off from it in the water, a good six incheso f hair, floating there, from the board.
and i promise you it is my hair because i've never met anyone with exactly the same rust coloured strawberry blonde hair as me, and thats the truth.
so there, my good friends, in the board, where it CUT MY HEAD hard enought to TAKE OUT A HAIR SAMPLE, is some of my hair.
how ew is that? i go PADDLING back out to piet to show him going OOOOO bROOOOO You gotta see this it sSOOO disgusting.
he said leave it there! take a picture!
I'm like: so much.
so when i get my board out in daylight next weekend i'll take a pic and you can all see!
how revolting.
i feel sick just thinking about it.
hair.
te arai was pretty. blue blue blue. do you konw water is blue because it eats up red and yellow light? same with ice. not because it reflects the sky which is what i reckon 95% of the world believe. anyhoo.
it was like, a foot if it was that. but then a sneaky rogue 2-3 would come out. but alot of paddling round trying to find it.
I was just stoked to a) not have a hangover and b) be in the water feeling fit strong and not hungover.
um.
yeah thats all. sorry boring.
you tell me something.
where have you been?
I've checked and checked for weeks but nothing. no stories. no blogs. no poems. NOTHING.
thats what you're thinking aren't you...?
i know you are.
you live and breath to read my blog and i left you high and dry.
well the thing is, blogging has become super low priority. i moved house last weekend and only this sunday have i made my room a liveable room.
and surfing, well. i'm ashamed to say, theres been very little of that either.
that sucks actually. going to get that train back on track pronto.
however i do have a wee surfing story that i find grotesquely interesting.
Do you remember me telling you a couple of weeks ago i got hit really hard in the head with the board?
well i know you're all going, yeah yeah, hit in the head, real hard.
like i probably wasn't that hard adn it probablyhappens quite a bit.
well, i got kind of a scab on my crown. and it was like, not a scab you pick.
as in, it did not feel surface scabby, it felt like it was holding some of my head on.
and i waited for it to heal. it took up until very recently to heal completely.
hang on..
yeah it's fine now.
well.
My stunning beautiful gorgeous boyfriend man bought a new board this weekend!
it's hot. it's classy, minimal, chic. 6.4 mal with a pointed nose, whats that a gun?
anyways, so we went up to te arai this saturday, it was nice
nice. the swell was tiny. piet said he was bored.
hahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaa
however.
in the rumble tumble of the surf i notice something on my board.
i'm in the water off my board and i pull it in and look up close, and there, on the rail, down near the fins, stuck into my board
is
SOME HAIR
like, a good bit of hair, more strands than you could count, and it is stuck in the board and drifts off from it in the water, a good six incheso f hair, floating there, from the board.
and i promise you it is my hair because i've never met anyone with exactly the same rust coloured strawberry blonde hair as me, and thats the truth.
so there, my good friends, in the board, where it CUT MY HEAD hard enought to TAKE OUT A HAIR SAMPLE, is some of my hair.
how ew is that? i go PADDLING back out to piet to show him going OOOOO bROOOOO You gotta see this it sSOOO disgusting.
he said leave it there! take a picture!
I'm like: so much.
so when i get my board out in daylight next weekend i'll take a pic and you can all see!
how revolting.
i feel sick just thinking about it.
hair.
te arai was pretty. blue blue blue. do you konw water is blue because it eats up red and yellow light? same with ice. not because it reflects the sky which is what i reckon 95% of the world believe. anyhoo.
it was like, a foot if it was that. but then a sneaky rogue 2-3 would come out. but alot of paddling round trying to find it.
I was just stoked to a) not have a hangover and b) be in the water feeling fit strong and not hungover.
um.
yeah thats all. sorry boring.
you tell me something.
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