mooBlog 22-1-2010

Yeah,
Thanks to http://www.ultimate-guitar.com/lessons/for_beginners/reading_guitar_tablature_ii.html I can now read tabs, and sort of play them.

^_^

mooBlog 21-1-2011: tiny little flakes of white paint

I really can't wait to get back to Melbourne. It's not that I don't like spending time with my family, I just love that city. There's always something to do. Particularly though, I miss the activism and the fight against bigotry. 


I miss being able to say that I'll go to things like this http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=135069296555278


I miss having my friends around, staying up late talking about whatever, and whoever. 

I miss being able to catch up with someone after months, just on whim, simply for a coffee or a beer.


I miss walking through the parks, the lane-ways and the malls. I miss the anonymity of the masses, the solitude of public transport. I miss the secrecy of below-ground bars, second story pubs and hidden alley entrances.


I miss simply falling asleep somewhere that isn't my bed, particularly the State Library lawns.


I miss the metropolis, it's beauty and ugliness simultaneously. For in it I see me, my flaws are a reflection of my city's. 

mooBlog 15-1-2010: Ignored

Hello.

So, this is where this all stands:

Yes we've had some spills shall I say 
And I thought you were going to leave, but not that you'd evaporate

                                   - The Wombats

Ignored. Completely forgotten, informed of elapsed memory is me.

The worst part? That I still give a shit. That I'd give my right arm for the chance to even be friends, and to have her talk to me.

No. That's not the worst part. The worst part is I caused this through my immaturity; the fall of me. She'll never know how much of me I've changed since then and am working on making better. She did the right thing, let me know that as I was, there was a subconscious bigotry in me, reflected sometimes in my actions. I'll strive until it's gone, or at least until I don't care anymore.

mooBlog 11-1-2011: Reread the works of infuriation

I'm glad I keep a blog. It's important to remind one's self of the principles that we guide ourselves by. Thank god I reread this today, it's very helpful considering how things are at the moment. Anyway, this is a blog from 2008, I just wanted to repost it, because it's relevant.

mooBlog 15-9-08: Putting To Sleep A Lion

Current mood:crushed

Déjà vu is a stiffening emotion. It brings with it something optimistic, yet somehow sad. 'How is that possible?'

My mind rebels against the weather, the first spring day, the start of the warmth.

I can't express this thought correctly. I'm attempting to verbalize the idea that I've been here before. New people seem known. Locations seem familiar, like I've walked those streets before.

What does it mean? It's an unfair situation to be in.

I've grown tired of the old clichés; the repetition of rejection by this world. I've seen the love around me, offered to me even. What do I do with it? I let it slide away, forgotten like an old sepia photo in the back of a borrowed book. I'll probably end up regretting a lot of this. It's not my fault though. If those who I showed my true colours to actually cared enough to realise what I was risking by doing so, things would be different. I give and I give. I allow opportunities for people to know me, but no second chances though. I'm not gonna ever wait around. This is MY life. Waste my time and you'll never hear from me again. Ignore me, and YOU ARE ALREADY FORGOTTEN. No apologies for this, because this is me at my most honest.