21st Century Brisbane Boy

Writer's Block: You Wouldn't Understand

Thu, 29 Jan 2009 06:47:46 GMT

Almost everyone coins or uses expressions that make sense to only a few people. What word or phrase do you use most often that you have to explain the meaning of to others?

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um i use cardi for cardigan

my alter-ego is the great cardi man

Writer's Block: Tricky Questions

Wed, 14 Jan 2009 07:38:48 GMT

What is your first reaction when someone says "I need to talk to you"?

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Well it really depends... on the tone, the way they look at you.

"I need to talk to you" can range from meaning "hey man ahaha i heard something funny about you lets talk" to "I'm breaking up with you."

So I can't really give a reaction then i guess can I.

Writer's Block: Doctor Who?

Thu, 08 Jan 2009 05:58:53 GMT

Using one word for each letter of the alphabet, make a list of the words you most associate with yourself or that you feel best describe you.

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hugh grant he would offer his pacients tea!

or rachel mcadams cos shes beautiful inside and out everyone wants there doctor to be a real sweetheart.

both fantastic actors

Writer's Block: Easy Like Sunday Morning

Thu, 08 Jan 2009 04:20:53 GMT

Ah, Sunday, the day of rest. What's your favorite way to spend a Sunday morning?

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wake up hungover

Writer's Block: Resolved

Thu, 08 Jan 2009 02:33:38 GMT

A lot of resolutions, from the mundane to the truly ambitious, are being made today. What are your New Year's resolutions? Do you think you're likely to stick to them past the month of January?

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Well I have a couple of resolutions my first one is to exercise more, second one is to surf more and third one is to try n meet someone one ahah peace xo ill stick to them i guess

Writer's Block: Prepared Answer

Thu, 08 Jan 2009 01:51:09 GMT

What is the one question you've always wanted someone to ask you?

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hmmm thats a good one something along the lines of
"would you spend the rest of your life with me?"

i think thats really sweet

Unrequited Love

Wed, 07 Jan 2009 09:28:16 GMT

I was just inspired by death cab to write.

He didn't have a name and neither did she. It didn't matter. He was a selfless and generous person who was always ready to give his heart. She was selfish and only became dear for her own terms. She was unique and he was unique. He had never met anyone as different as her. She had never met anyone who was tolerant as him who would stay by her side and look deeper inside her than anyone else. She was beautiful on the inside and out to him. He fell in love. Time went by and the grew closer and closer. She hurt him all the time. He never said a word. She constantly felt more secure like she was finally worth something. She was no longer the girl who had no one, someone had reached out to her. He was taken for granted and he knew that. She was breaking him down more and more till he almost felt lifelessly in love. His heart and soul was breaking. More than she would ever know. The time he spent with her. Ever single moment he spent with her was enough for him. So he thought to himself, " I don't care if I will never be close to happy as long as she's happy." More and more his unrequited love came clearer to him than the dawn of day. He stopped dreaming, praying, wishing that maybe one day she would be able to look him in the eye and say, "I love you," and mean it. She never would. He devoted every bit of love he had for her constantly being taken for granted and only trying to just see her smile. She was the luckiest girl in the world. One night he stayed up late battling with his head and his heart. His head was thinking,"this is nonsense she will never love you she even takes you for granted. Completely disregards the way you love her." His heart would respond with,"She might love me one day, I can't give up and if I die with her never truly loving her back at least I can say she taught me the most important thing in life. Years passed and the thoughts from his brain close to never occurred. They were still close and after the continuing hurt he endured one night his brain attacked his heart hard. He wept more than he usually did. He was thinking logically. His brain was telling him with proof that she would never love him and the only way to save himself was to leave her. His heart was thinking of something romantic - flowers, ear rings, buying her a star, love poems, anything. Something to say what he had always felt (I have always loved you). He made the perfectly romantic plan. He knew if she was going to look him in eye and say those every so sweet words he had been wanting to hear in that certain way. It had to be then. He had planned what he had planned and as he was preparing himself his brain did something quite interesting. It took over. It took him to his kitchen. Then his cutlery draw. Then his bedroom. His locked door. His bedroom floor. Then his wrists. Then a blur. A few thoughts. And he felt his heart for the last time, "she taught you the most important thing in life, how to love."

Valentines Day

Wed, 07 Jan 2009 07:04:58 GMT

Valentines Day isn't till the 14th but I just had to get this of my chest now until I forget what I was going to say.

Well to be honest I personally don't like Valentines Day. It's not like someone broke my heart on valentines or anything. Like I have had a "Valentine" before and yea I guess it's nice having a seceret admirer or getting a present unexpectedly. But seriously. It's all bullshit like absolute shit. More people are hurt by Valentines Day than swept of their feet.

Think about it. Firstly, if your single Valentines Day just remindes you of how lonely you are or how pathetic you are. Secondly, if you have been recently dumped Valentines Day robs you of any hope you have of getting over your ex, or your heart gets broken when you make a last ditch effort to win their heart. Thirdly if you currently have a girlfriend or boy friend Valentines Day puts pressure on you and your partner to get each other good gifts, take them to the right places...you know make it the "perfect" romantic date. What happens if your girlfriend or boyfriend out gifts you! At the time she/he will say, "it's okay sweetheart," but really they are thinking I'm only worth a box of chocolates. And finally like FUCK its a waste of money its like 10 dollars a rose and as they say every rose has a thorn so they aren't even perfect.

I'm not cynical about love it just think its a massive commercial holidays that is such a waste of time and you don't even get a day off work.

Everything is Happening So Fast

Wed, 07 Jan 2009 06:38:58 GMT

2008 - GRADUATING, STUDYING, DRIVING, SPORT, DRUGS, PARTYING, SENIOR SCHOOL, FORMALS(proms), SEX, TRENDS, SCHOOLIES.

This is what my final year at Marist College Ashgrove (MCA) consisted off. For those (which would be many of you) who don't know where MCA is located I will tell you. In Australia the state Queensland's capital city is Brisbane, in Brisbane is a suburb called Ashgrove, in Ashgrove there is a school called Marist College Ashgrove. MCA is an all boys catholic primary school with very good facilities and learning capabilities. So I know what your thinking, "why the fuck is some rich spoilt kid talking about his life he's probably gay going to an all boys school," but that is not true. MCA is full of all kind different people ranging from your rugby jocks, to your ballers, the geeks, the muso's, the emo's, the international students and the druggo's. In this category me and my group of friends sit in a very neutral category as we seem to be friends with most of the group's especially the jocks and muso's. Our 2008 class had really great school spirit and we all seem to get along quite well.The main reason of this blog was just a realization of how quickly your teen years go by. Like my senior year went by so quickly yet so much happened. School wise it was all about trying to do balance study with social life. If you mess up in school you could fuck your life up if your parents aren't loaded or you don't have other alternatives. So there is a bit of pressure there. On top of that you wanna party. Like who the fuck doesn't wanna party. So on that account you need money and a shitty part time job just for some kicks on a Saturday night. But then when you party you pay...If your a good rugby player or excel in some sport you have to go easy on the partying which could be hard seeing your other peers slam down 12 shots of tequila while you sip 2 light beers and get picked up at 10:30.

Or if your really concentrated on getting good grades its hard to sit at home writing about Shakespeare who is a pain in the ass (but at the same time a genius) while your friends are going to a rager in some penthouse of some girl who is providing drinks. She doesn't know that they are coming... But she will.Then there’s the dramatic side of senior year. Ohhhh. Well firstly formals which are the same as proms for all you American's out there. Formals are an excuse for four things. One - An excuse for girls to get there dad's to open up their check book and make them look beautiful. Two - an excuse for guy's to suit up pretending that it's all so lame but really they fucking love it. Three - An excuse to get drunk and four and excuse to get laid. In all this is the drama. This year I took one of my best friends who I was really close with we saw each other and spoke all the time. We really never worked out where we stood with each other but I guess that added to the fun of the relationship. But yea I figured out that women are trouble and she got to difficult for me. So at all the formals I was invited to and then my very own there is always drama. For example a girl gets all dressed up walks out of the limo and then her dress rips. That girl’s night is ruined and then all the guys who see it, their night is made. Then there’s stuff like dates getting kicked out for drinking and bitch fights over getting the same dresses. Or my personal favorite ... jock fights. Jock fights are to adolescent boy's high on hormones fighting over some girl they just both wanna bang or cause they bumped into each other on the way to the toilet.

The best side of the year is partying. When your partying nothing matters you’re to drunk or high to care about the fact your parents are going to mess your shit up because you never come home. You just party its fun. But the biggest party of all is schoolies. Schoolies occurs on the gold coast of Australia every year where thousands of graduated teens head to the beach and high rises to party for a week straight. No rules really at all. Its fucking epic is the best way to put it. There’s so much sex that almost every time you go to pass out the bed next to you or your bed is rocking if you get me. There's themed night like tequila Tuesday, fat chick Monday toga Thursday. It's the biggest excuse in the world to get fucked up and teens do it. People die they keep partying. There best friends go to hospital due to a fight... They all make a toast in there absence. It's insane.My main point is that all these events of the year are so vast. So much variety of stuff happens in one year it’s overwhelming and that’s why the motto of my generation is to live fast and die young.