This Year's Model.

you know the rules.

1. Yuck - Yuck


2. Pulled Apart By Horses - Pulled Apart By Horses


3. Wavves - King of the Beach


4. Balkans - Balkans


5. Jay Reatard - Blood Visions


6. Daft Punk - Tron Legacy Soundtrack


7. Art Brut - Bang Bang Rock & Roll


8. Cut Off Your Hands - Hollow


9. Alex Turner - Submarine OST


10. Les Savy Fav - Let's Stay Friends


11. The Undertones - The Undertones


12. Harlem - Hippies


13. Gang of Four - Entertainment!


14. The db's - Stands for Decibels


15. The Vaccines - What Did You Expect From the Vaccines?


16. Young Legionnaire - Crisis Works

There's A Bee On My Windshield.

Such a Pleaser.

Possibly the Bestest of Theme Songs.

I know how the quintessential theme songs are ones with quirky lyrics and easy-to-hum melodies, and yeah, yeah, yeah. But I think the greatest one is the one without any lyrics. Not many probably know about Kids in the Hall, but I still think the theme song for it is pretty epic. And if you don't think its epic, IT IS cause I told you so.

Mintyboosting.

Help the Helpless, Without the Reward.

A week or two ago, I got my new iPhone in the mail, and did all the sync 'n' stuff, yeah, yeah, yeah. All I have to say is that Siri has some serious attitude, and needs some serious fixing.



Anyway, the only reason I'd ever get a new iPhone, is mainly just the camera features, like 8MP, a flash, photo editing, and I get to videotape things without carrying 12 different cameras. Now I only bring 4 different cameras with me.
Besides I get to load more music with me, so it means MORE COWBELL!

Production At the Office.

The best way to get though work, is with a golden AK-74u.

The Oddness of It All.

Today, while roaming across the web, looking though my online purchases, I found something that brought back some odd nostalgia, but also something i'd wouldn't want to face.

Ok. Rewind three and a half years back. The little young self, yearning and adventuring on youthful dreams and trying to milk every moment and memory to hold on as long as possible. The same vision of the same picture in my head repeating itself, trying to make some kind of mark. We'd wish for things that wouldn't come true, but kept on with the faith that someone would answer that call.
Back to the now. I'd feel so foolish and stupid to hold on to that same ideal, wondering a simular thought so special, mixed up with everything that has changed us from what we were to now; that something had changed since then. But I know nothing's changed since. And i'm surly paying the toll on that something stupid. I know I'll get though the oddness of it all.

Collapsed In A Firefly.

There's no rush to make memories,
as they all come so fast.

The Day I Met Alex Mack.

For a fan of the show above I've been nostalgistic for, she was just roaming in and out of the office, for the last time, sadly. But I'm pretty happy to actually get to see her in person for the first time. Wow. she really grew old.

Facebook is Our Horcrux : Laugh and to Book Them All?

I have not used facebook in about 1 1/2 years. It's weird to think for anyone young and continually connected to ur peers can keep a second away from anyone. It's kinda like the Horcrux from Harry Potter, as you rip a part of your soul away in something seen everywhere. Sometimes i just love having the comfort of staying hidden.
Part of it is to save face to keep life off the web and more in RL. But its just weird when you make new friends and the new norm is now on the net. It makes me much paranoid when your everyone can find and watch you, as anyone can be the modern stalker!

Ummm... I have nothing against it or anything, nor do I want to be bias about the most fantasicist invention on the webs since the electronic sliced bread, but I guess I sometimes miss the old feel of the webs on the electronica, changing and worrying about the feel and look of a profile, the words posted on the others walls, and the other apps you can to play with you peers and friends. Maybe one side of it is Adapt or Die or some kind of nostalgia, but maybe i still feel strange going back to it. Like just leaving prison after living there your whole life. But only this is just a returning to an old one. One I left with good reason and no regrets or temptations. It's just a weird one.

300,000!

Box for Goose.

The Resurrection Finally Arrived.

They were the resurrection,
as the world will have some open ears for them.
I really missed John Squire and his elegant artwork.
It finally ends the 15 years of rumors,
recreated every month.
Final-effin'-ly.

American Graffiti.

Somewhere in the neighbourhood, comes birdbrain marking up the place with some pretty cool drawings and markings. I like to walk around those areas, humming the Jam's "Going Underground" cause sometimes I'd like to hide out with the underground scenes and be a part of something. But I rather just to watch it all.

We Won't Be Eating Our Own Animals.

Sexual Harrassment Panda.

Today's we have the bi-annual sexual harrassment meeting in the office today, in which all office people and crew have to go. In the first few minutes of the meeting, majority of the girls start looking me with this evil glare. The first thought that came to mind is "Why are all these girls trying to sex me with their eyes? This is a sexual harrassment meeting."

Good Ol' Maryknoll.

my alma mater.
looks like things haven't changed since I left.

Why You And So Mad?

After a day of work, there was a lot of emotions flying everywhere that involves a lot of shouting. But mainly it was anger, hate or frustration of some kind. Even me, I spend the day angry at this intern I really REALLY dislike mainly because she rubs me the wrong way, like when I'm done something wrong, she'll come out of nowhere and echo the annoying lecture into my ear again, in an attitude like she's talking down at me. I mean, it feels like the office is starting to side with her or something, I just rather look at a different side with that and just forget about it, and have some kind of temperence with that...

Continuing on the moody side of things, our super cool dept. is in of somewhat of a foul mood after another dept. starting dishing it out on us. I only heard about it at just a few hours ago, what the whole situation is, and it only made me realize about that part in the movie 'Submarine' where protaganist explains that human beings can't hear ultrasound frequency and can't conclusively identify what other people are truly thinking or feeling. I can't even CONCLUSIVELY identify or even come close what others could feel. That single strain of though constantly gets at me like a dog muzzling at my leg or something.

And when I re-read that post and think about that intern, it makes me think if I just repeating what million other people like me feel, and I'm just a statistic just like one of those. You know, I'm just lumped into one of "those" people and others think too much of it. Blame it on the intern.

Also on the topic of anger, Red Sox lost in the last inning after leading for the longest time, and the Rays pulled off an unlikely comeback after being down by 7 runs in 8 straight innings, before winning in the 12th inning. Whichs means the Red Sox are out of the post-season. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU. F**k baseball. Hockey season is here anyway.

Like An Autmun Shower In May.

65 hours a week. That's the deal. Oh my...

It's saturday. One day away, that lets me party and crash. But I still stuck with it all. The hay-day of this life, coughed up to playing Black Ops (K/D = 2.8; quite proud), Indie films, and trying to squeezing out some kind of art. Echo + the Bunnymen, I'm singing, but my stupid finger won't let me play my bass anytime soon. Goddamnit. At least I got beer.

I'm currently watching Thor, and I've got to say, I'd prefur Kat Dennings over the elder Natalie Portman. I mean, there's no metahor around that, but it's probably my own seachange and that good, ol' Natalie is growing up. Sometimes I kind of wish thoose good moments could be frozen in time one more time, but they turn hard lefts in to something forgettible eventually.

I kinda wish I like to party, but it kinda found it a bit of a shortcoming. Stupid responsibility, when there's a party happening, with free drinks, drunk girls and a mechanical bull, I have to walk away from. God-effin-damnit.

I don't think i've ever been straight forward with anything. but where's the fun in that? So first things first. The office seems so strange, but after four months in, it gets only stranger. But it's whatever that doesn't kill you. Surely, whatever Johnny's thinking up now, is out of my mind. Now, I'm just tired of using anymore pronouns.

Looking At Which Ever Way I Want To.

hello, again. It's been a few months since the last post. A lot has changed in three months:
A. Got a paying job.
B. Conquered the Stairs of Koko Head.
C. Helping out Johnny with all of his stuff.
D. Destroyed my finger




So I'm not gonna say where I work, cause I just don't feel like it, but its a pretty cool place. It gets stressful when times are going fast, but its pretty chill when you got everything down. Though I find it kind of difficult that everyone's all older then me by a decade or so. Even the interns are older then me. And what freaks me out a little bit is the generation gap here. For example, everyone was clueless when I wore a shirt of Mega Man, asking who he was supposed to be. Yet, some of the bands i was playing on my computer that was before my time, no one seems to know about, so lady luck slaps me in the face again. Or probably Irony. But I find it awesome how some of the white middle age men in the office listen to gangsta rap. So odd.

Well, growing up is growing up. Since the job hours are long, I don't know how often I get to do any of the stuff I did before. I just know the days go so fast when you don't notice what's going on. And any job will waste the days of the life. But I'm pretty proud of all of what's happen, but I don't want to waste away anything. But, they also say i'm too young to be cynical, who cares?

A Leave of Absence.

Due to recent events,
I'm taking a leave of absence.

Farewell, for now.

Effin' Ryan Reynolds.

I've said it a year ago,
I've said it a billion times.
And my exact words were:
"I'll be damned
if Ryan Reynolds ruins the Green Lantern."

And as I exited the theatre from watching the Green Lantern.
the first words out of my mouth was,
"GODDAMNIT, RYAN REYNOLDS.
why did he ruin it?"

A Sea of Rage.

This is what happens when you piss off canada.
GODDAMNIT~

Romans in the Chimney.

So much expected from everyone, yet i'd wished i could offer more as these things bore me. Trapped in a job that offers no benefit or such a positive outcome, and an education that separates and disintegrates with all I wish to socialize. Dreams are just only feasible to an individual, and never could a dream be share with another. I always write in indescrible ways that offers no real description of my true feelings. But who cares, really? Spare me the rhetorics of egotisic reason. I can only look after myself, and at this point, I could really careless about myself.

The U-Boats Are Coming, But The Heat Is Off.

If you could see,
I'd be dancing to a white man dance.
And after many years of devotion,
Mavericks finally win.
WOO-HAH~

reply to no subject.

I know. I hope everything is fine. I wish you only the best.

Difference.

There's always someone telling me I'm all wrong and a few that tell me your doing only good. I don't think I get any of them, cause by the end of the day, it doesn't make me feel any different. Seems this life is something twisted on the back of something we can't always see. I guess, I yearn to know the difference.

Shepard Made Fairly.

"Bad artists copy. Good artists steal."
-Picasso

I think he was on the island recently.
I see his posters all around the neighbourhood.

looks like I need to make a midnight stroll...

Only to Impress Freddy Feedback.

Come Back, Please?

With a soft shock,
i'm left paralyzed;
hold me now..

Now I Will Cut Off My Hands.

http://cutoffyourhandsblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/nice-video.html

Now, the only thing better would be for them to perform here.

It's not like they're far away from here..

The Return of the Jets!

just when the unthinkable could be thought of sooner
it just thoughted and becomes reality.
sure, i just made up some words,
but finally,
the jets are back in Winnipeg.

This Month's Model.

June 2011

1. Bass Drum of Death - GB City
2. Weezer - Across the Sea
3. Peter Bjorn & John - Young Folks
4. Cut Off Your Hands - You Should Do Better
5. Stricken City - Five Metres Apart
6. Zombie Nation - Kernkraft 400 (Sport Chant Stadium Mix)
7. New Times Viking - Fuck Her Tears
8. Thunderbirds Are Now! - Ppl R Anmls
9. Boris - Spoons
10. Balkans - Edita V
11. Chalk and Numbers - Let's Go Away
12. The Stills - Eastern Europe
13. The Damned - Smash it Up, Part 2
14. Bikini Kill - Magnet
15. X-Ray Spex - Genetic Engineering

Akita Dog.

cheery faces, with no delay,
stores crowded with profit,
old sages on their sides drinking tea.
the red sun dives into the red sea.
the aroma in the air
as the sweet scent fades
time grows patient
as i wait here for days

you came at my side
and I stood by so close
I didn't mind you're late
I rushed from the sound of the gate
chilly breezes and scarlet cheeks;
the morning star came as you left
i stood still in my place;
waiting for the smile on your face.

peaceful as it was
it was all the same
cherry-blossom leafs flooded sidewalks
the kids come, the buinessmen came
i'll watch and i'll wait
but please, don't be late.
my soul will still roar
that was '24.

the petrified trees settled in smoke
newspapers in joy of victory;
war kepted the nations pride,
keeps the drifting spirit alive.
subway trains, ticket fares
the people and their gaze
I stood alone but unafraid;
I remained there for days.

the ascending sun covers the people
in every shady morning rise
they were all just walking ghosts
cardboard cut-out passerbys
but i'd still hold to the faded
as I know you'll always find your way
my spirits always looking bright
I'll keep on in these days of strife

i'll sit and i'll stare
i know your out there
i sat in a clouded smoke
stranded, on a weakened rope
rise, rise again, red sun!
that was '31.

sky blooms in shades of gray
reflected by rain puddles of yesterday
the frowning faces of passersbys
i look back and wonder why.
the leaves gallop from their trees
as the wind pushes it away.
I sit here endlessly,
waiting here for days.

Waves of the east grow calm
as we all don't die alone
this soul will be waiting
Down to the last bone
I waited so many years
but i lived because you're in my heart
For the last, I close my eyes
Into the light, I'll be returning to you

I called you with my cry
I'd wish you were still alive
i'll meet you in another life
......that was '35.

Dreams Do Come True, Part II.

After years of patience and devotion,
finally my teams are in the finals.
Dirk and the Mavericks.
Louie and the Canucks.
Maybe, its their time.
Finally.

And Off To The Finals We Go!

Diamond Bay.

Mighty Queen.

Dressed in Black.

Box.

DIRK!

Toilets Go Flush.

The Ambiguous!

Black Ops Time.

PS Network finally back online.
Time to pwn noobs. Seriously.
I still love riot shields.

A Mormon vs. Ninjas.

Poster Happiness.

Behind the grafftied walls of victory
In between the fields and in the streets,
Going to the mundane of places
Buying our way to maintain our surivial.
Riding the bus or driving on the roads
Or walking, striding, running, waiting our lives away
Thoses groups of happy faces hand in hand
Holding on to the seeds of friendship
Even when our grudges erodes the best of us
Rainy days in the sunlight
Innocent faces in the playgrounds
Shooken-up homeless aimlessly staring
Watching if a miracle comes there way
Avenues and streets with forgotten names
Traffic will fill every single one
Coming soon, the news predicts better weather
Happy couples get to get away from the masses
Isn't it a wonderful life for all us?
No, it's even better cause its the liberty for us all;
Granting and permitting us a life of our own.

Happiness is A Warm Gun.

When I Think About You...

Lol, Mormons.

LOL, mormons.
aren't they funny.

Dreams Come True!

On The Ledge of Sanity.

funny. I never thought, i'd get this old. But its far from strange at this point. And my mind is getting quite daft and cold. Everything feels so misplaced, as I can't relax. And I can't quite get a hold of anything authentic. Really, I'm at the mercy of a breaking point, I feel I have no control over, but i can only blame everybody else. I hate this. I hate this so much. this joke doesn't need a punchline, cause i'm though. (sigh)

In Circles.

"The guns are retreating as we open our doors,
Here we are now, together as one, for us!
Even the loneliest of man is among us now.
Voices of the people rejoice for this great moment
In our finest hour we have prevailed
Came in a time where the light is always too dim to see
There's nothing to be afraid of now
On this horizon, is a new day for all of us
Remember this day, for tomorrow will come too soon;
Yesterday will be the last day for all of us;
It's over now, we can holster our flags and raise it high;
Stand up for the violence is over now
After us, let generations recall this day deep in their hearts
Let us prevails we reached our greatest victory!"

-In the sounds of cheers and appluse in the biggest square
Ever so, these words spoken are always repeating.

So Such Hollow.

I sure missed them.
though they sound pretty mellowed out.

Hold On, Hold On..

I'm currently at the center of everything,
both bored and done nothing much of anything.
I'll get on to do something soon,
until then, enjoy this. meh.

This Month's Model.

May 2011.

1. The Pains of Being Pure At Heart - Heart In Your Heartbreak
2. Kylesa - Cheating Synergy
3. Thin Lizzy - The Boys Are Back in Town
4. Chapel Club - Five Trees
5. Wavves - Post Acid
6. Asobi Seksu - Perfectly Crystal
7. Metric - Black Sheep
8. Philip Glass - The Secret Plot
9. Sonic Youth - Silver Rocket
10. Does This Offend You, Yeah?- The Monkeys Are Coming
11. Ash - Ichiban
12. David Bowie - Life On Mars
13. Living Things - Let It Rain
14. Miles Davis - I Fall In Love Too Easily
15. Jay Reatard - Wounded

Here's to You, Johnny Canuck!

Canucks win!
and onto Nashville.
what an odd playoff combination...