Friday, December 16, 2011

Yesterday is a distant dream

if yesterday was a distant dream how about tomorrow? Would it be a vision?

Dreams or visions the last and only guest blogger so far is grateful for tech and many ways to keep in touch with his other half even though their are miles away from each other and he said "she's cooking now" to me yesterday and the smile on his face was even better then the Misfits logo.

By the way Dear Mum, I hardly say much but like our long talk the other day and me telling you about life and it's directions. I would like to take some time to say this, it's taken from:
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

To everything there is a season,
a time for every purpose under the sun.
A time to be born and a time to die;
a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
a time to kill and a time to heal ...
a time to weep and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn and a time to dance ...
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to lose and a time to seek;
a time to rend and a time to sew;
a time to keep silent and a time to speak;
a time to love and a time to hate;
a time for war and a time for peace.

This was passed down from a good friend to me during the dark period of my life.

It's something strong if you know and been there. Mum I'm doing just fine don't worry and kick back and enjoy life.

Monday, December 5, 2011

:)

I got Summer hating on me ‘cause I'm hotter than the sun. Got Spring hating on me ‘cause I ain't never sprung. Winter hating on me ‘cause I'm colder than ya'll. And I would never, I would never, I would never Fall...
Having a blast with her and her younger sister as they bake her birthday cake.....
a few more hours from now it will be her birthday....
Yeah i'm surving with grumpy & grumpy..It's nice and really funny and it feels so great.
To you Marika...Happy birthday and have a blast....
And yes my parents also just did they 29th years of being married together...

Dearest mom & dad i love you guys alot and thanks for everything and putting up with my bullshit all this years and still kickin it together...

Yeah it's a late post as it was just saved on draft for like a week plus....

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

SPOTLIGHT: Guest Blog - You, me & 3rd of December

Alright here comes a guest supa star blogger by the name of Nick. It's an epic romantic write up on his feelings for his beloved other half who is leaving for Miami on the 3rd of December. While the sun will shine up right in Miami we are looking stormy weather on the west coast of Asia for EPIC NICK. That won't change as the love will grow and grow and grow like a growl from the hound of the baskervilles. More to come from this quirky writer in the future.

Till then enjoy pure poetry from the soul

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You dont know what you have till its gone.
Truth spoken in a line of simple compossed words
not even amounting to more then 4 letters.
All i regret is each minute that passes..I could/should
be by her side. Each minute passes and brings the time
closer to her departure. Departure from me.

I heard the weather is cold at the east coast this time of year.
Seems we will have something in common. I was never great at goodbyes,
you would know best, even laying the dead to rest. Everyone has cobwebs
sprailled in the back of their cupboards of life.

To most it will be just another saturday evening. Put the footie on.
Grab a brew with the boys. This saturday I count the days by
simply peeling each delicate petal off a rose, the same way
our lips peel off each others kiss from the moment we say goodbye.
Freeze frame. Capture. Repeat. It plays in my head. That one last kiss
will remind me of everything you.

Wake Up, Breathless, Alone.
I stare at the phone.
missing your voice, your scent, your tone.

Look to my side,
Where you would confide,
These tears are getting tough to hide.

Illusions, clouding my sight,
I'll try hard to fight,
but distance brings cold chills thru the night.

You tell me dont fear.
That you will be here,
And that we can persevere.

December never really felt so cold.
Im feeling lost without a sense of control.


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Beyond stars and beyond yer underwear


Something from the upcoming guest star blogger who will make his first debut here...
More on the the Epic man soon...stay tuned

I'm having guest bloggers on a weekly basic from now, it's an open mic session for GUILTY PARTIES at Iangraphy

Friday, November 25, 2011

Without a sound

Without a sound can you hear the music?

Can you hear that fine note? that hard riff? can you heart it?

can you imagine and let it take you to away from the world without a sound?

Just have a C chord running in the background a slow strum with gentle plucking going on....

Can you imagine? can you hear it?

Have a great weekend, life never stops evolving and without a sound you still can move...

Senior & Junior


For the future perhaps? maybe? it's kick ass and i know....Father & son and my favorite combo

Hey dad let's do it oneday!!!

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

In bloom


***something from a few weeks ago written on some tissue paper that had to be here***

Only two days have passed since I began my vacation, and I’m already feeling mellow. My brain is slowing down, as I would imagine the molecules of freezing water slowing as they approach the tipping point between liquid and solid. Time is passing, but the firing of neurons in my head are becoming muffled, and so time is beginning to feel like something that happens to other people, but not to me. I am entering a kind of stasis. Its like I'm in state of nirvana a dream I don't want to wake up from

Part of me relishes this experience, and part of me is disturbed by it. While wallowing in the absence of any need to act, I am not yet entirely comfortable. Why is this? I know why. It’s because daily life in the city makes no room for mellowness, except grudgingly. You can make your own room for it, but in my case there’s a nagging fear that if I become completely mellow, I will be crushed like a line of ants in the path of a steamroller. While you meander at the pace of universal entropy, something or someone else is at the steamroller’s controls and doesn’t give a rat’s ass about your inner peace. The whole rat race in down town and up town is getting on me.

Is this a sickness or simply a clear-eyed recognition of the way the world works? How you are raised? Work and work be that someone? be that role model? be that manager in your customed tailored suit or be the next V.P by the age of 31 and the S.V.P by age 36? All stressed out and over worked dreaming of this kind of getaways that I'm experiencing at this very moment while I write this down, having a cold beer in my hand while she stares at me and all smiles. Her skin against mine as we lie many feet under the stars. Who would not want to be like this? Forever having this kind of life? If it get's hot we walk towards the sea and watch the waves go through our feet and a smile is all I need.

Which if you bring it back to the city it's just work and stress and growing at such a fast rate that even SKII won't be able to help you.

Where was I? Oh yeah, feeling mellow. I haven’t been listening to metal, because it has dawned on me that I have almost no metal that’s mellow. The only recent thing that comes to mind is Devin Townsend’s Ghost. I may listen to that. Surely I have something else that will suit my current mood, something that will ease my irrational worries and aid me in the honeyed slide into . . . mellowness. Do you have any ideas?

No radio friendly stuff but good music with good bands and not some produced just to make the quick buck and cover the recording process in the next couple of years.

That’s the question I’d like to ask. And come to think of it, there’s no good reason to confine this question to the state of life and what do we look for?

A cindrella story would be growing up poor and making big in a rock band and not forgetting your roots but yes the big BUT is we strife we fight we push all boundaries just to make that dead line or that fat fuck bastard sitting on the chair above you happy so he could use your hard work and claim it to another much more fat fuck above him. All that happens while you are there fighting making it real. Is that life? Is that what you studied your whole teenage life for? You should had just done all the pot,drugs and drank and make art and music and be who you want to be? No sucking up to fat Bob.

Just tell me this: — what do you listen to when you want to become mellow? Or when you’re already mellow, and you want to enhance the feeling of mellowness, when you want to push away the nagging anxieties of the daily shitstorm and simply be who you are, without interference from anything outside your mind. Do you push boundaries in your music realm or do you just settle for something easy going? I would get some whisky and coke and by the 6th pack I know for sure I'll be in a world of my own where the guitar would talk to me, where each beat each note, each riff is so crystal clear.

And by the way, if you get what you need in order to reach or enhance that state from music that’s a fiery maelstrom of end-of-the-world explosiveness, well, I’m not ruling that out either. So be there don't shy away don't be afraid or say another time, it's one go, times like that don't come always.

In which I have to add that I have been seeing a different side of life, which has made so happy and now I know it's not all about what I was chasing before this for. I will get it without daydreaming but living it and getting it.

Now going back to the stars and the sunshine and her beautiful smile.

I like vacations. First, there is very little working. Very little working is a good thing. I would be very happy with very little working from now until the end of time as I know it. Second, there is very much eating, drinking, and sleeping. These are also good things. I could do them until the end of time as I know it, until I become one of those people who gets so enormously fat and atrophied that emergency workers have to bust down the wall of the house and use a crane just to remove the corpse after the last filthy breath of life has passed the lips. But I stand strong and will never let myself evolve into a fat fuck what more a filthy fat fuck. I would make sure I do enough runs and work outs to be in shape. You don't want to be a fat person nude on the post mortem bed and the doctor doing the autopsy, laughs and say wow what a fatty. Think hard?

If I am a good boy and play my cards right, there may be loving activities with her in between bouts of eating, drinking, and sleeping. And, there will be beautiful clouds, of which I will remember for the rest of my life and appreciate it, some of which I will share with you, because having your head in the clouds is a good thing and should be experienced more frequently. Having that feeling waking up beside her also is just so magical and out of this world which at times when I'm having a smoke and my thoughts drifting away I wonder I might be in deep deep coma and this is me living the life I had always dreamed about.

So, with this post I bid you all a fond farewell. Before this day is out, I have winged my way to a distant land where life is sloooooow and there was eating, drinking, sleeping, clouds,sunshine, stars to stare for hours with her,so much love,skin,feelings and good times to carry forward into the future. This here is some write up from my recent getaway with her. There's another write up which I have to get her cellphone and I'll post it up in a couple of weeks time as I wrote down in her cellphone whereas this was written on tissue paper and some paper that the waiter used to take down orders. It's easy going and who needs a Ipad to write when you have paper and pen.