Sunday, October 23, 2011

Playlist 24/10/11

Haven't made a random playlist in a while so here it is:

Metric - Collect Call
Scarling - Manorexic
Nicki Minaj - Super Bass
Dum Dum Girls - Coming Down
Architecture in Helsinki - Scissors Paper Rock
Phoenix - Girlfriend
NeedtoBreathe - Something Beautiful
Stereophonics - My Friends
Portishead - Glory Box
Goo Goo Dolls - Slide

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Shane Warne & Elizabeth Hurley

Disclaimer: I do not own Shane Warne and Elizabeth Hurley. This is just for entertainment purposes only.


Reacher = a person who 'reaches' for someone out of their league
Settler = a person who 'settles' for someone below their league

To understand more about the reacher-settler relationship, I suggest you watch the How I Met Your Mother episode 'Jenkins', Season 5 episode thirteen.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Monday, October 3, 2011

The Other F Word


I don't usually watch documentaries (unless its mock) but this definitely grabs my interest. Plus Mark Hoppus is in it.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Another short vignette


INT. Grungy Inner-city Pub. Saturday Evening

(band members, door bitch, tech guy)

The band is finishing off their fourth song but their gig has not gone well. Lead singer isn’t enjoying himself. He’s singing in the microphone which isn’t working as it should. Slowly the place is clearing, people are leaving in disgust, with the exception of one man too drunk to move in the corner.  As they leave one punter turns to his mate.

Punter 1
These wankers suck. Lets get outta here and get some food

Punter 2
Yeah I can’t take anymore of this horse shit they call music

LEAD SINGER’S eyes follow the  two as the  leave the pub as the song comes to a pitiful end.. He rolls his eyes and looks back at his guitarist who is having trouble with his guitar, indicating what a horrible gig this is. GUITARIST nods in agreement.

A lady in stilettos stomps up the stage. She is the door-bitch as the lead singer refers her to. DOOR-BITCH gets right up in the lead singer’s face

Door-Bitch
Can it, losers! Youse can piss off and empty some other bloody venue

Lead Singer
(getting defensive) It’s not our fault your sound tech can’t do his job

Door-Bitch

Whaddya mean-

Lead Singer
(cuts her off, yells out to tech guy) Hey Einstein!

The TECH GUY  pops out from behind the audio mixing desk, scratching his head.

Lead Singer
When are ya gonna gimme some level on this mike?

Bass Player
And turn the bloody guitar down

Tech-guy scoffs and gives the finger

Tech-Guy
(in nasal voice)
Bad workmen blame their tools …..losers.

This sets the DRUMMER  off as he gets out from behind his drum set.  There is a clash as he knocks the cymbal. He walks furiously to the tech guy as if to give him a piece of his mind, if not his fist.  DOOR-BITCH backs away.  LEAD SINGER and BASS PLAYER grabbed a hold of him to avert a disaster.  They struggle to keep a grip on him.

Drummer
You twat, you deserve the shit kicked out of you

Door-Bitch
No youse git farcked, you can’t drum to save your fucking life. Look at the place!

LEAD SINGER and BASS PLAYER try to calm him down. The GUITARIST then points to the figure of an old man slumped in the corner

Guitarist
He’s paid his money – we’re playing for him

Door Bitch

(retaliates) he’s fuckin unconscious ya morons

Guitarist
No he’s not, see-ee. He’s moving

Everyone looks to see the old man stirring making noises under his breath. There is awkward pause while everyone calms down.

Lead Singer
(breaking the silence) Alright then. Let’s start the next song


Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Music: Wavves - I Wanna Meet Dave Grohl

Three months til Foo Fighters concert at AAMI Park!!!



I can't live with my mistakes
Get out of bed or face this day

But I need to
Needle in my eye
I just need you to go sit down
'Cause I told you I'd bury it deep in the ground

A joke a stroke of genius
Probably somewhere in between
No joke the broken records laughing while
While she gags and screams
A lull(?) from up above my neck
But still below my spleen

I am what I am
Who am I?
I don't know what that means.

But I wanna meet Dave Grohl
I wanna meet Dave Grohl
I wanna meet Dave Grohl

I'm not a kid?
That's my mistake
Get out of bed
Nah fuck this day

But I need to
Needle in my eye
I just need you to be around
But I told you I'd bury it deep in the ground


A joke a stroke of genius
Probably somewhere in between
No joke the broken records laughing while
While she gags and screams
A lull(?) from up above my neck
But still below my spleen

I am what I am
Who am I?
I don't know what that means.

But I wanna meet Dave Grohl
I wanna be Dave Grohl
I wanna be Dave Grohl

Never gonna stop me
Never gonna stop me

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Celebrities that share my birthday!!!

Counting down the days til I turn 22 on September 18th, here are a list of celebrities that I share a birthday with:

Xzibit

Lance Armstrong

Jada Pinkett Smith

Greta Garbo

Dee Dee Ramone

Travis Schuldt (Keith from Scrubs)

Andrew Hansen


James Marsden

Aisha Tyler (Ghost Whisperer, Charlie from Friends)

Jason Sudeikis (Hall Pass, Horrible Bosses)

Alison Lohman (White Oleander, Drag Me To Hell)

Jennifer Tisdale (Ashley Tisdale's sister)



And here are the celebrities that died on my birthday (RIP)

Jimi Hendrix

Geli Raubal (Hitler's niece)

Friday, September 9, 2011

The Living End at The Palace Theatre 8/9/11

Some snaps I took when I saw the living end. They were really good just like the last time I saw them play in 2006. I didn't take many coz I was being pushed around in the mosh pit alot and couldn't always get a good view of them.


Monday, September 5, 2011

Ivy and the Missing iPod (September 2009)

Another short vignette that I wrote for a portfolio for my Children's Text's class. Enjoy!!


Meet Ivy, a normal seventeen-year-old girl. Ivy loves music. She loves music so much that she has a huge collection of her favourite songs on her beloved iPod, which she never goes anywhere without it. When people see Ivy walking to school or on the bus she always has those white earphones on, particularly to block out the disturbance from noisy commuters and crying babies, which is a big pet peeve for her. And it’s not just when she’s out. At home whenever her parents are in an argument with each other late at night she plugs on her iPod and cranks up the volume loud enough to minimise the yelling but not loud enough that it causes permanent damage to her ear drums. To Ivy, putting on those earphones was like a loophole to escape from reality and be in her own world.

One day Ivy had planned to meet up with a friend of hers at the local shopping centre to help her friend find a dress for a party that shes going to. So she spent the morning getting ready to go and take the bus there. Ivy had just finished checking to see if she had gotten all the essentials needed in her handbag and was about to go when she noticed that something was missing. Yep you guessed it, it was her iPod. Ivy’s eyes widened as she looked in her handbag in shock. Her iPod was usually in her bag most of the time, she would never had put it somewhere else let alone misplaced it. Ivy looked at the clock. She had half and hour left and she had to find that iPod now. Ivy started her iPod search in her room. Unfortunately it was pretty messy and its hard to find what you want in a messy room. Ivy completely raided her room. She searched through the drawers in her night stand, every pocket of her pairs of jeans and coats, checked the top of her desk and in the millions of other bags that she owns. But ther was no iPod and her room was more messier than before.

Ivy then decided to check her brother’s room. He sometimes ‘borrows’ her iPod to get some songs. Ivy didn’t really want to set foot in there coz her brother’s room is beyond grotesque but it was a risk she was willing to take. Ivy held her breath and walked in. The room reeked of body odour and the floor was completely hidden by the dirty laundry. She did a swift search of his room but her iPod wasn’t there. She quickly ran out of his room and into her room and sprayed perfume all over her to disinfect herself. Ivy then went and searched the living room, the study, in cupboards, drawers, cabinets, inside and underneath couches. Unfortunately ther was no luck.

Ivy slumped into the couch in defeat. Her iPod was gone and she only had five minutes left to catch the bus. ‘Oh well’ thought Ivy ‘I may as well go without it’. She grabbed her handbag and headed out the door to the bus stop. It didn’t feel the same without hearing the music in her ears. It sounded like nothing. Soon the bus came and Ivy paid her fare and took a seat. There weren’t many people but to Ivy’s surprise it wasn’t too noisy. Had it always been like this or was she imagining it?

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Ziggy Stardust Apartments

Saw this article in the Herald Sun 1/9/11 of an image of Ziggy Stardust/David Bowie soon to be displayed on an apartment building in Prahan. Loving the artwork plus Ziggy Stardust is one of my favourite David Bowie songs. Hope the developer goes through with it because it looks so awesome that I feel like moving in there just for this image!!

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Playlist (23/8/11)

The Distillers - City of Angels


Belle and Sebastian - I'm a Cuckoo


Sam Phillips - I Need Love


Del Amitri - Tell her this


Liz Phair - Jealousy


Led Zepplin - Black Dog

Oasis - Don't Look Back In Anger

PJ Harvey - Good Fortune

The Pixies - Where is my mind

Two Door Cinema Club - Something Good can work





Tuesday, August 16, 2011

HelloGiggles

I have made a discovery on the web recently of a site designed to entertain smart and creative women. Hello Giggles is founded by actress/musician Zooey Dechanel and has articles and videos on female-friendly topics such as beauty, treats, social studies, entertainment, cuteness, how to's, mums etc. These are usually posted by other contributing female writers/bloggers, not just by Zooey herself. After seeing it mentioned on her Facebook, I decided to check it out for myself to see what the fuss is all about and I've found some really interesting and enjoyable articles on there. One of them being this creation by Apple.

  Looks like they're keeping the 80's alive by combining retro with modern.

Other posts include favourite classic films and TV shows, illustrated tweets, rants, recipes, music playlists and even a video on a makeup tutorial done by 5 year old. Does a really good job btw.

I'd definitely recommend this to women who are looking for something new to read on the web. Great site Zooey!!!


Saturday, August 6, 2011

Quote of The Day

"Life sucks no matter what so don't be fooled by location changes" - Daria Morgendorffer



Sunday, July 31, 2011

Music: Of Montreal - Famine Affair

I don't want you anymore
I don't love you anymore
Go away, go away, go away, go away
You're a bad thing, terrible thing

You destroy my head
You uncalibrate my skull
Go away, go away
You're a bad thing, useless thing

You marginalize me
You sabotage me
Go away, go away, go away, go away
You're a bad thing, you horrible thing

You steal my light
You suffocate my life
Go away, go away
You're a bad thing, miserable thing

Like some childish demon
Who takes pleasure from its sting
You're a bad thing, bad thing, bad thing

You act aloof, say that I'll crawl back
You must be sick

Thought she was my Annie Hall
Or at least Ali MacGraw
Now I feel so wilted
It's a famine affair
The whole attempt was shoddy
Just put trash in my body

He was nostalgic for the ground
Hope down the drain
Still flew to your tragedy
In a glass-bottom airplane
Looping like a retard
Are you still playing the race card?

She said, "You're not boring
I'm just bored with you"
The psychology behind it is ruthless
Wish it weren't true
Wish we weren't so complicated
Wish you weren't so medicated

I don't want you anymore
I don't love you anymore
Go away, go away, go away, go away
You're a bad thing, terrible thing

You don't let me sleep
And when you do it's just teeth-falling-out nightmares
Go away
You're a bad thing, useless thing

You marginalize me
You sabotage me
Go away, go away, go away, go away
You're a bad thing, you horrible thing

You've been trying to make me ugly
So you'd have a reason to leave
So you could say you were just, like, abandoning the ruins
You bad thing, miserable thing

Like a childish demon
Who keeps insects on a string
You're a bad thing, bad thing, bad thing

You act aloof, say that I'll crawl back
You must be sick

Monday, July 25, 2011

Didn't See it Coming (October 2009)

I've uncovered a short film script that I wrote for a performance writing classes at Vic Uni. This is loosely based on the events that happened to one of my closest relatives who I adore.  
Hope you enjoy it.


INT – Bedroom – Evening
JILLIAN looks deep in the mirror across from her bed, examining the lines of her face. She feels the events of the past week have already aged her.  Tears start to well up in her eyes.  She looks at her watch again.  Her best friend RUBY should be here soon.  She resists the urge to look out into the street for her car.
Soon car lights emerge from outside the house. JILLIAN looks over to see that RUBY’S car has pulled into the drive way. She lets out a sigh of relief.

INT – Hallway/Front Door – Evening
JILLIAN opens the door to see Ruby out the front. She welcomes her with a hug

JILLIAN
Thank God you’re here. I feel like I’m going insane

RUBY
I came as fast as I could

JILLIAN lets go of RUBY and they walk into the house

JILLIAN
Anyway come in. Do you want a drink? (wringing her hands)

RUBY
(flustered) No just tell me the latest. I was sick with worry.

JILLIAN and RUBY walk down the hallway quietly.

Int – Livingroom – Evening
JILLIAN and RUBY are sitting on the couch in the living room. There is a coffee table in front of them with a few magazines on it. The light in the room has a soft glow. JILLIAN pauses as she starts to recall the latest events to RUBY

JILLIAN
Well you know Max went to Japan and of course as usual he was being evasive about the itinerary and when exactly he was coming back. Then somehow we got back onto the subject of the receipt I found two weeks ago ...you know about the lingerie.

RUBY
(rolling her eyes) yeah yeah

JILLIAN
Well I went to ring the hotel in Japan to apologise and guess what (she breaks down)

RUBY puts her arm around JILLIAN and attempts to calm her down

RUBY
Breathe Jillian, breathe

JILLIAN calms down a bit and continues on with her story

JILLIAN
He’s not there.  They’re not expecting him yet.  He has been flying for what 20 hours?  It doesn’t take that long.  Where is he?  (her face contorting in an expression of frustration)

RUBY
Well, maybe he was delayed. It can happen

JILLIAN
No my gut instinct is gnawing at me and not in a good way


There is a pause between the two friends. Then RUBY’S eyes go wide like she has just thought of an idea.


RUBY
I have an idea. Do you know the flight details? Has he given you an itinerary?

JILLIAN
Yeah, he e-mailed it to me. Why do you ask?

Int – Study – Evening
The door of the study opens and the two women walk in with JILLIAN leading the way.  JILLIAN switches on the light, then goes to the computer and calls up the e-mail. Ruby then sits in front of the computer and examines the e-mail for a bit. She then looks suspiciously at JILLIAN.

JILLIAN
What? What’s wrong?

RUBY
It’s just that he has sent you an e-mail with an attachment in Word.

JILLIAN looks puzzled

RUBY
You know you can alter a Word document.  This isn’t a proper itinerary.  It says here, he’s coming back on the 11th.

JILLIAN
(not understanding where this is going) That’s right.

RUBY
(looks at Jillian)Do you have his frequent flyer pin number or his code or something?

JILLIAN
Yeah I think I can get my hands on it. Why?

RUBY
Just get it for me and I can find out the exact itinerary.

JILLIAN
(in shock) Shit. Do you mean that he has altered it?

RUBY
I’m not saying that but it is a Word document.

JILLIAN walks over to the filing cabinet with her hands trembling. She retrieves the documents and hands them to RUBY. RUBY then types away and peers unbelievably at the information before her. Tenderly she holds JILLIAN’S hand.

RUBY
Jillian I hate to tell you this, but Max is not even in Japan, he’s actually in Sydney and he’s staying at the Intercontinental.  He’s going to Japan but not for another 2 days.

JILLIAN stares at the computer, her eyes darting across the screen, while RUBY slumps back in her chair crestfallen and awaiting the impending storm.

JILLIAN
Oh my god, no way. Fucking liar.

RUBY
Did he tell you he was stopping over in Sydney first?

JILLIAN
No, he said straight to Japan I think (She rubs her eyes, trying to remember, hoping that she might have forgotten).
But you’d think he’d ring me. At least to find out how
Peter is? He’s got the measles; you’d think he would want to know about his own son? (sounding hysterical)

RUBY
(comforting tone) I know, I know. Men just think about themselves sometimes

RUBY looks at her trying to conceal her suspicions about the situation.

JILLIAN
(her voice faltering) Do you think he’s with someone? That
Lingerie person?

RUBY
I don’t know darling, ring him

JILLIAN
I’ve tried, but I can’t get through. I usually always wait for him to call. He always tells me to wait for him to call.

Suddenly the phone rings and they both look at each other and then at the phone. Caller ID says Max. JILLIAN picks up the phone

RUBY
(whispers) Don’t let on yet. See if he tells you

JILLIAN nods and talks through the phone

JILLIAN
Hello?

MAX
(v.o) Hi it’s me

JILLIAN
Where are you?

MAX
(v.o) What do you mean?

JILLIAN
(regretting the question) I called the hotel in Japan and you’re not there

There is a pause

MAX
(v.o) How come you rang?

JILLIAN
(tense) I wanted to apologise for the fight and not trusting you (rolls her eyes)

MAX
(v.o) Forget it.  The plane was delayed for 12 hours. I’m actually in Singapore still, it really pisses me off. We will be departing again soon.  Can you believe it?

JILLIAN
(mouths to Ruby) Delayed

MAX
(v.o) You sound unwell. What’s wrong?

JILLIAN
Maybe I’m coming down with what Peter has, you know your son was sick when you left.  You haven’t even asked about him.

MAX
(v.o) Oh ummm is he getting better?

JILLIAN
I’m going to take him to the doctors tomorrow

MAX
(v.o) Anyway, I’ll call you when I get to Japan

JILLIAN
Max, you know I love you and when you get back, we should try and not fight.  We’ve got two wonderful kids and I know I nag and that, but it’s just that you’re away so much and I have to integrate you back each time.  Anyway, you know I don’t mean it.

MAX
(v.o) I know, I know. There’s nothing wrong with you it’s me. I’ve fucked things up.

JILLIAN
(renewed interest) What do you mean you’ve fucked things up?

MAX
(v.o) (stutters) Nothing, I just…..I just….it’s the pressure of the job. I’m gonna give it up.  It’s ridiculous.

JILLIAN
(confused) Ok we’ll talk when you get back

MAX
(v.o) Kiss the kids for me – love you.

JILLIAN puts the phone down leaving her hand on the receiver for a moment staring. RUBY stares at her curious

RUBY
What did he say? Is he in Sydney?

JILLIAN
(looking desperately at Ruby) Sometimes, other people stay at the company’s hotel under his name and maybe it’s not him

RUBY
Yeah, you could give him the benefit of the doubt

JILLIAN
(crying head in hands) I can’t believe this is happening, he said he fucked things up. What do you think he means by that?

RUBY
Please don’t hate me for saying this but you could ring up the hotel and see if he’s there – just to make sure.

JILLIAN
(wipes away her tears and her eyes burrowing in to her friends) Fuck what if he is?

RUBY
At least you’ll know…if you want to know.  Otherwise, just forget about it and he might be going through some kind of mid life shit.

JILLIAN
You mean quarter life crisis. He’s not even 40

RUBY
Ring Sydney then

Jillian picks up the phone again and presses the number for Sydney. She waits and starts breathing in and out to relax herself

JILLIAN
Hello…yes. I’ll hold

JILLIAN taps her foot nervously

JILLIAN
Oh hello, can you tell me if you have a Max Loring staying with you?

CONCIERGE
(v.o) Max Loring? One moment (pause) Yes, shall I put you through

JILLIAN
(clutching her stomach) Yes please

There is a pause as Jillian waits for confirmation

CONCIERGE
(v.o) I’m sorry, he doesn’t appear to be in his room.  Shall I leave a message?

JILLIAN
(quietly) No, no message. Thankyou

JILLIAN hangs up the phone in disappointment. She starts to pace around the room

RUBY
He’s not there, isn’t he?

JILLIAN
May be it’s not him. Maybe it’s like I said, a client or a partner using his room.

RUBY
(looks worried) Ok then.

JILLIAN paces around for a few seconds then stops.

JILLIAN
Fuck this, I need to know.  I’m going to get a private eye.  I can’t sleep now.  I can’t wait another 2 weeks. 

RUBY
Well we can Google someone and you can at least just give them a call and see what they say?

JILLIAN
(looks defeated) Yeah just do it. This life is bullshit

RUBY Google’s names of ‘PI’s in Sydney’ and comes across a website that seems respectable.  She turns to JILLIAN and without saying anything JILLIAN speaks

JILLIAN
You call please. I feel sick. I’m going to go lie down.

JILLIAN leaves the room while Ruby makes the call

Int – Bedroom – Late Evening
JILLIAN is lying on her bed staring out the window. She is afraid of the inevitable. She wishes that none of this is happening. A tear slides down her cheek but she don’t bother to wipe it away. The door opens and RUBY walks in quietly. She sits at the foot of the bed while JILLIAN turns to look at her.

RUBY
They want you to email a current photo and a copy of the itinerary.  They were very relaxed about it.  I suppose it happens all the time.  They will let you know something in 24 hours or at least they will give you a progress report.  You need to pay on line.  It’s not cheap (she puts a hand on her back).  You don’t have to go through with it you know.

JILLIAN
(stares at Ruby for a moment) I’ll go get my card.

She gets up from the bed.

Int – Bedroom – Morning
Both JILLIAN and RUBY are sleeping next to each other on the bed. It has been a long night and they’re both really tired. The light shines through the curtains and the sounds of birds tweeting can be heard in the background. Suddenly the phone rings. JILLIAN wakes up, still tired, and picks up the cordless hone next to her bedside. She sits up and wipes some sleep from her eye.

JILLIAN
Hello….yes I understand…Are you sure it is him? When will you sent it? Now?  Okay, I will wait. Thankyou bye.

JILLIAN hangs up and gets up from the bed. She shakes RUBY to wake her up. RUBY wakes up to see JILLIAN’S face.

RUBY
What? Was that the PI? What did he say?

JILLIAN knees start bouncing up and down nervously, while she purses her lips, feeling as though she can cope with anything at this stage of the game.

JILLIAN
He’s going to send me some photos in a separate email and they have got a fucking film too.

She races out of the bedroom to the study with RUBY in tow.

Int – Study – Morning
Both women are in the study in front of the computer with JILLIAN in the seat. Suddenly the inbox signals an arrival.  JILLIAN nervously opens the mail.  One by one pictures of her husband and another woman in an embrace feature on the screen.  It appears on the screen like a frame by frame snapshot of events captured in the course of a day.  JILLIAN is transfixed with what she is seeing, feeling a mixture of curiosity and nausea. RUBY breaks the silence at the end of the slide show.

RUBY
Oh my God, who the fuck is she?

JILLIAN falls out of the chair and crumples to the ground, clutching her stomach and vomits.  She splutters and wipes her mouth and lies on the floor in fetal position.  RUBY grabs a tissue and wipes her mouth and starts to weep in sympathy, holding her friend.

JILLIAN
(Through sobs and tears) My life is over.