Saturday, June 5, 2010

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/6064630/Octogenarian-reveals-secret-of-60-year-marriage-a-rose-a-day.html

Thursday, June 3, 2010

jibberjabber

We went Bonny Plaza, we're heading back to my place now.

I was looking through the archives for more posts with Lawrence in them in case I happened to miss any of his magic, and found this. It actually made me laugh when I read it. I think stuff like this is legit enough reason to write up sissy-blogs - well, at least, for good times like this, as opposed to just blogging about boring shit that happens at school.

.. Also, for anyone who's interested at all, it explains where all my nicknames for Robz come from.

And just so this post doesn't feel as empty, I'll also throw some architecture.

revival

http://happysmegdog.blogspot.com/2009/03/chatting-to-lawrence.html

In response to what Neeta krew was talking about earlier... this is GOLDEN.

Oh boy, this too.

I'M NOT LIKE THE OTHER BROTHERS

Goddamn, my SLR's out of battery, my ridiculous new HTC phone won't connect properly to the computer, my old phone's dead, and my generic handheld digital camera's screen is dead. HOW TO PHOTO.
In the meantime,


We're working on it.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

dragon-beowl-z

Genvin Out is legit busy says:
*alright sweet thanks
*so whatre your definite songs?
Dannis(||); says:
*beela, beowla, mooky jiboo, kimmy licky

day 2

Reppin'. Kiara and Genefag.

Monday, May 31, 2010

i don't, wanna party party

I don't really give that much of a shit about turning the big one-eight. It might be because I'm too immature or ignorant to realise what it really means, but it seems like the hype about turning eighteen is

1. WZTD.
This doesn't really apply to me coz I don't drink and I don't really plan to either. I'd get why everyone else would be sweating it over being able to legally, but yeah.

2. Cigaret cetera
This one doesn't apply to me either, although I spose I could get wicked street cred with the kids at the skeet park by buying for them. I could take it up just to look really cool and arty, but on the other hand, I could just get back into rolling up 5-Tempest gum wrappers into cigarette shapes and inhaling their fruity sweetness.

3. Independence / 'Coming of age' / more rites of passage type stuff
Not really feeling this one either. Maybe I'll be saying different when it actually rolls around, but I doubt that I'm gonna wake up on the nineteenth and feel too different, besides that I'll feel like I've got a lot more responsibility to do lots of shit that I'm not really keen for.

4. GIGS AND TONIC.
I don't know if this is actually something people avidly look forward to, but for me, it's the only thing that I'm really keen about - there have been so many shows this year that I wouldn't have minded being a part of, but wasn't because they were 18+. This will be compounded by the fact that when I do turn eighteen, the HSC will be up and I won't have to be worried about gearing all my spare time towards getting work done.

5. Marriage
I had to actually Google the benefits of turning eighteen; all I could think of when I started this post was drinking and gigs.

6. Enter contracts / Own property
I don't know what entering a contract even entails, and I thought it sounded similar to owning property, so I thought I'd lump them together. Again, this doesn't quite apply to me, since I'm probs gonna be Hinchinbrook reppin' for a while yet. Alternatively, Hurlstone Towers. Alternatively, I could move out, and live the life in a wicked terraced house in the hip regions of Sydney and spend my days lounging around on the sofa on my metre-long front yard, drinking tea and talking shit and getting hit and writing hardcore-garage punk songs. OI!

7. Voting
This one's also something I'm pretty keen for, I'm probably the most political person out of all my friends - ask any of them. That's a joke. I don't really care much, at all.

8. Serve in the military
I'd probably be the world's shittiest chickenshit soldier ever.

9. Drive automobiles
I'm still Christmas Club reppin', and so unless I get that sorted out soon, you probably won't be seeing me blazing down streets pumping choons anytime in the near future. I don't even know if there are rules stating that you can't get a full license til you're eighteen. I know things about the world in general.

10. Getting products of roots
I'm not even joking when I say that in the rough hour I've spent writing this post up, getting sum of roots didn't cross my mind once, but yeah. It ain't called Kelibacy Krew for nothin'.

11. Clubbing
I didn't think of this one til just then either, because that's how little it applies to me. I can't see myself hitting up clubs of any sort, not even really mad indie clubs, firstly because I don't really know how to dance, and secondly because it's actually just not my scene at all. Same goes for bars and that type of place. I'm under the assumption that bars and clubs and etc are all more or less the exact same things. I'm probably (almost certainly) wrong. If any, I'd probably be spending my Friday and Saturday nights checking out mad hipster bands around Sydney, if not playing my own gigs and spreading the MRfKR magic, but this kinda also starts to tie in with Point 4. We're working on it, just wait.

... The end.

Dear Stephen

I've got so so much more knowledge to pass on
and I feel like time is running out

So what do?

day 1


365 days, here we go
This was taken in Fairfield just the other week. Props to the Rhondog for noticing.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

sissy blog?

so today i was cleaning up the house, and found again the copy of donna hay magazine i bought around a month ago =D?
sitting down on the couch, amongst the mess that i made for myself ( was sorting through school work...YAY PROCRASTINATION ) i decided to flick through it again.

so to the readers of smeg,
should i subscribe? its $42 for a years worth ( 6 issues ) and although its likely i won't even cook 10% of recipies in the mag, i actually really like just looking at the pictures. similar to how i subscribe to food bloggers ( LOLWHUT )
so is it worth it? are magazines like this worth the while? even if im not a mummy. ( =O i went there. )

anyway,
i have a list of all the people who got band 6s
and disappointingly,

only 14 got band 6 in eco out of 40...which is actually pretty bad 0_0

more inspiringly, 15 got E4 for maths ext 2.. =D

yay!

related to Stephen's post about white vans


Don't know if this is just me being stupid, but I think that the sick-fadez line of thinking for denim should also apply to shoes. Just as people cherish every scratch or tear or other form of distress on their jeans, I think trashing a pair of shoes gives them unique character, and just like denim, reveals a lot about the person wearing them. The only real examples I can think of at the moment are ollie-holes on the sides of shoes, indicating that the person is a mad skarter boong, but I bet there's other stuff too.
I guess that's what Nudie were thinking when they started making fade-able denim jackets and even tshirts - too bad they're fuckin' ridiculous.

ngo limits