Sorry guys, I know its been a while. I vowed not to touch this thing while Ive been doing exams and was afraid of what Mia might do to me if I broke that.
Also, I have been launching myself toward becoming the trendiest, coolest person around. Rather than just thinking about children, I got on board and did whats fashionable - I adopted an african child - a five year old boy. His parents both died of AIDS in Ghana when he was only a few weeks old, and he;s been living in an orphanage in pretty crappy conditions. I've named him Nokia. Me and Nokia are getting along great - he loves coming out and hitting bars with me late nights. You should see him down a milk shot. Yeah, there's been a few tussles with the paparazzi (damn paparazzi), oh and keep an eye out for me on an upcoming 'celebrities uncensored' where I yell a few 'effing this' and 'arse that's before exposing myself. After a period in rehab, I plan on adopting a little sister for Nokia from southeast Asia - she'll be called Boston.
Also, Nokia and I are appearing at the 'make poverty history' concert next week in Melbourne. I've been invited by Bono because I'm so influential in the circles of 20 something Sydneysiders. I can see where he's coming from - basically I'm not that different from the average 20-something; I'm socially involved, politically ambiguous, and culturally aware. i hang around cool bars, I drink Chai Latte's, I drink foreign Lagers. I wear all the right clothes, the right coloured wristbands (At the moment Pink Breast Cancer is out, so is Yellow Livestrong. Brown Movember, White MakePovertyHistory and Black Roadtoll are all in). Ive got a brsitling Mo, and I listen to the right music.
That's right, I'm cool. but whats makes me cooler is my love for other people. I don't just wear the gear - I raise the money, I raise the profile. I live the life. Coupled with my minor celebrity-ness and my adopted african child, I'm now taking my message to a global stage. Melbourne here I come.
Okay, I'm not a minor celebrity, and I havent adopted an African Child. Although I'd like to one day, I won;t be naming him Nokia. I will however be in Melbourne next week for the MakePovertyHistory day, and the u2 Conert. Hello to all my frinds from Melbourne. Make Poverty History People, get behind it and make your voice heard.
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Monday, November 13
Monday, October 23
Poem/thoughts
Standing, waiting. People pass me by.
Some rush, some pause. They all move on. none really see.
But I'm yelling. I'm Waving. I'm calling out in the middle of a crowded room
Somehow, though, Ive never been so alone. Even here, noone sees me.
__
Im speaking words already written. Rehearsed? The lines of play.
and I wonder, am I just a character, a part? I cant shake the feeling that Ive been here before.
That ive seen this before. That ive heard it before.
I know, already, how it ends. Can I change it? or do I just go through the motions?
Perhaps it is an act. Perhaps this is another performance.
No Matter,
I take the stage.
Some rush, some pause. They all move on. none really see.
But I'm yelling. I'm Waving. I'm calling out in the middle of a crowded room
Somehow, though, Ive never been so alone. Even here, noone sees me.
__
Im speaking words already written. Rehearsed? The lines of play.
and I wonder, am I just a character, a part? I cant shake the feeling that Ive been here before.
That ive seen this before. That ive heard it before.
I know, already, how it ends. Can I change it? or do I just go through the motions?
Perhaps it is an act. Perhaps this is another performance.
No Matter,
I take the stage.
Thursday, October 19
An observation about counselling female girls.
Call this a rant, a venting, call it creative genius. Thanks Dr Seuss.
"As I go about what I call my work,
I recently disovered a strange little quirk.
I cannot explain it, I cannot tell why,
But with no clear reason, girls seem to cry.
They cry with their friends, they cry all alone,
They cry over email, sms and the phone.
They cry even if they don't know what its about,
And when it dawns what it its, more tears pour out.
They cry in the morning, they cry in the night,
They cry during peace, the cry in a fight.
They cry when they've lost and they cry when they've won,
This weight on my shoulders feels like it's a tonne.
Our water shortage could be just a crank,
For tears they are shedding could fill up a tank.
They cry for all problems, both big and small,
sometimes they cry for nothing at all.
They cry when they're hurt, they cry when contented,
They cry when it's cruisy, They cry when tormented.
They cry when insulted, and when complimented,
This crazy behaviour seem somewhat demented.
They cry when they're happy, they cry when the're sad,
They cry when they're bitter or moody or mad.
They cry but we love them, all that they do,
But dont let them know - that'll bring tears too."
"As I go about what I call my work,
I recently disovered a strange little quirk.
I cannot explain it, I cannot tell why,
But with no clear reason, girls seem to cry.
They cry with their friends, they cry all alone,
They cry over email, sms and the phone.
They cry even if they don't know what its about,
And when it dawns what it its, more tears pour out.
They cry in the morning, they cry in the night,
They cry during peace, the cry in a fight.
They cry when they've lost and they cry when they've won,
This weight on my shoulders feels like it's a tonne.
Our water shortage could be just a crank,
For tears they are shedding could fill up a tank.
They cry for all problems, both big and small,
sometimes they cry for nothing at all.
They cry when they're hurt, they cry when contented,
They cry when it's cruisy, They cry when tormented.
They cry when insulted, and when complimented,
This crazy behaviour seem somewhat demented.
They cry when they're happy, they cry when the're sad,
They cry when they're bitter or moody or mad.
They cry but we love them, all that they do,
But dont let them know - that'll bring tears too."
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