Saturday, March 27, 2004
Table for Two...and a dagger in my heart please...
It's been hectic for the last few weeks. Hence the absence of my posts. Today I am on after hours support - so I can't go anywhere till 12am. Anyways. What's the deal with this entry's title? - Well I finally got to have coffee with 'her'. I couldn't say no when I saw the sms on my phone.
Tony, still wanna hang for coffee or something?
BOY, DO I!?!?!
I offered to pick her up from Blacktown station. As I was pulling up, I was on the phone to her and I didn't recognise her at all. I was like huh? Woah... she's HOT! I think she lost some weight or something. Not that she wasn't hot before - it was never an issue - but she just like was stunningly beautiful in the afternoon sun.
So we end up in parramatta - city extra, where the food is expensive and the menu looks like a newspaper. So I'm there with her talking - and in my mind I'm thinking Ohhh man I can't believe I'm having coffee with her! Suddenly someone catches my eye. It's my good friend, M. I was like woah! What's he doing here? So as anyone with manners would do, I called him over to say hi. So he's like what are you doing here? And then he spots 'her'. He actually knows 'her' as well. She is actually one of our friend's cousins. So back to the story. My friend has this big stupid grin on his face - the one that reads "Hahahaha Tony is on a date!" He says Hi to her - greets her with a kiss and as soon as she turns to face me he starts making these faces at me and pointing at her and then giving me the thumbs up and I ask him if he would like to join me and her. So he's goes "Nah I don't want to interrupt you guys". I'm like "no no - come on join us". Anyways she turns around and catches a glimpse of him pulling faces and pointing at her as he's walking inside of City Extra. So there was this awkward pause between us. I apologised for my friend - telling her that he's just being an idiot. The night went on pretty well - until she brings up that she still really likes that guy. I'm like, Oh here comes the daggers at my heart again she's asking me for advice. Keeping my cool I deliver my Dr Phil type analysis of the situation which I think confused her more than clearing up her issues. She tells me that even though he's got a girlfriend that she still wants to be with him when he comes back down to Sydney in May. Forget about the daggers - We're talking about a Jack Hammer - Hammering at my Heart now Although most would think I'm regretting that I never actually asked her out - I still don't regret that. If it was meant to be - I wouldn't have to try any harder and it would have happened or at least I would have had some sort of response back from her at the time - I think I gave the neccessary amount of interest within the neccessary amount of time - any more I think I would have chased her away, any less it would have shown a lack of interest.
The next day I was backing out of my driveway when something shiny caught my eye on the floor mat of the passenger side. So I lent over to investigate - at first I thought maybe it was some foil from packets of gum but then when I touched it, it was hard. Picking it up to examine closer - it appeared to be off some sort of jewellery. Then my mind flashed back to when she hopped into my car she managed to hook her braclet on to something and it fell off - I think it was part of it. I gave her a call and she couldn't even remember the bracelet or the incident - so she tells me not to worry about it. In a weird creepy way - it's cool to have something of her's in my car.
Tony, still wanna hang for coffee or something?
BOY, DO I!?!?!
I offered to pick her up from Blacktown station. As I was pulling up, I was on the phone to her and I didn't recognise her at all. I was like huh? Woah... she's HOT! I think she lost some weight or something. Not that she wasn't hot before - it was never an issue - but she just like was stunningly beautiful in the afternoon sun.
So we end up in parramatta - city extra, where the food is expensive and the menu looks like a newspaper. So I'm there with her talking - and in my mind I'm thinking Ohhh man I can't believe I'm having coffee with her! Suddenly someone catches my eye. It's my good friend, M. I was like woah! What's he doing here? So as anyone with manners would do, I called him over to say hi. So he's like what are you doing here? And then he spots 'her'. He actually knows 'her' as well. She is actually one of our friend's cousins. So back to the story. My friend has this big stupid grin on his face - the one that reads "Hahahaha Tony is on a date!" He says Hi to her - greets her with a kiss and as soon as she turns to face me he starts making these faces at me and pointing at her and then giving me the thumbs up and I ask him if he would like to join me and her. So he's goes "Nah I don't want to interrupt you guys". I'm like "no no - come on join us". Anyways she turns around and catches a glimpse of him pulling faces and pointing at her as he's walking inside of City Extra. So there was this awkward pause between us. I apologised for my friend - telling her that he's just being an idiot. The night went on pretty well - until she brings up that she still really likes that guy. I'm like, Oh here comes the daggers at my heart again she's asking me for advice. Keeping my cool I deliver my Dr Phil type analysis of the situation which I think confused her more than clearing up her issues. She tells me that even though he's got a girlfriend that she still wants to be with him when he comes back down to Sydney in May. Forget about the daggers - We're talking about a Jack Hammer - Hammering at my Heart now Although most would think I'm regretting that I never actually asked her out - I still don't regret that. If it was meant to be - I wouldn't have to try any harder and it would have happened or at least I would have had some sort of response back from her at the time - I think I gave the neccessary amount of interest within the neccessary amount of time - any more I think I would have chased her away, any less it would have shown a lack of interest.
The next day I was backing out of my driveway when something shiny caught my eye on the floor mat of the passenger side. So I lent over to investigate - at first I thought maybe it was some foil from packets of gum but then when I touched it, it was hard. Picking it up to examine closer - it appeared to be off some sort of jewellery. Then my mind flashed back to when she hopped into my car she managed to hook her braclet on to something and it fell off - I think it was part of it. I gave her a call and she couldn't even remember the bracelet or the incident - so she tells me not to worry about it. In a weird creepy way - it's cool to have something of her's in my car.
Sunday, March 14, 2004
Con the Manager
On saturday I met a pretty interesting guy named, Con. You see we know one of his artists, Israel (Up Coming RnB singer/songwriter). Con is also the manager for Cosima (aus idol). This guy was so cool man even though he's pretty old. He worked for Frontier (a group that brings a lot of artists to tour australia) for quite a bit in his younger days so he's got a heap of stories! He gave us a lot of advice on events management etc. I was really impressed with his history in the industry and how much I got from just 10 minutes talking with him. And of course, his recording artist - Israel - he's very very talented. He sang one of his songs he wrote when he was 16 - I couldn't believe how great it sounds!!! I was captivated - his song quality is definitely up there! So here we were, a few of us sitting on plastic outdoor furniture around the pastic round table listening to Israel jam. Now I'm thinking if Israel ever gets really famous - I could say to people - yeah that guy Israel - He sang to me once in a backyard in Kellyville. hahahah!
By the way - any of you want to learn how to dance? - RnB/Hip-Hop or Break Dancing please contact me. We're starting a dance studio - www.bouncedancestudios.com The website is not up yet hehehe - but keep an eye out. Oh by the way, NO! I'm not the instructor :) I'm gonna try to learn how to dance hahaha! We're setting up in Parramatta. Can't wait!
By the way - any of you want to learn how to dance? - RnB/Hip-Hop or Break Dancing please contact me. We're starting a dance studio - www.bouncedancestudios.com The website is not up yet hehehe - but keep an eye out. Oh by the way, NO! I'm not the instructor :) I'm gonna try to learn how to dance hahaha! We're setting up in Parramatta. Can't wait!
Thursday, March 11, 2004
Fuck It - Fuck You Right Back
Oh My Oh My! I'm so excited about the lyrics in both these songs. A must to buy (or download for us poorer folks).
Eamon - Fuck It (it's about his ex gf who cheated on him)
Frankee - F U Right Back (it's her reply to his song)
Here are the lyrics
Eamon
Fuck It
Whoa oh oh
Ooh hooh
No No No
See i dont, know why, i liked you so much
I gave you all, of my trust
I told you, i loved you, now thats all down the drain
Ya put me through pain, i wanna let u know that i feel
CHORUS
Fuck what i said it dont mean shit now
Fuck the presents might as well throw em out
Fuck all those kisses, it didnt mean jack
Fuck you, you hoe, i dont want you back
Fuck what i said it dont mean shit now
Fuck the presents might as well throw em out
Fuck all those kisses it didnt mean jack
Fuck you, you hoe, i dont want you back
You thought, you could
Keep this shit from me, yeah
Ya burnt bitch, i heard the story
Ya played me, ya even gave him head
Now ya askin for me back
Ya just another hag, look elsewhere
Cuz ya done with me
Fuck what i said it dont mean shit now
Fuck the presents might as well throw em out
Fuck all those kisses it didnt mean jack
Fuck you, you hoe, i dont want you back
Fuck what i said it dont mean shit now
Fuck the presents might as well throw em out
Fuck all those kisses it didnt mean jack
Fuck you, you hoe, i dont want you back
Oh oh Oh oh
Uh hun yeah
Oh oh Oh oh
Uh hun yeah
Oh oh Oh oh
Uh hun yeah
Oh oh Oh oh
Uh hun yeah
Ya questioned, did i care
You could ask anyone, i even said
Ya were my great one
Now its, over, but i do admit im sad
It hurt real bad, i cant sweat that, cuz i loved a hoe
Fuck what i said it dont mean shit now
Fuck the presents might as well throw em out
Fuck all those kisses it didnt mean jack
Fuck you, you hoe, i dont want you back
Oh oh Oh oh
Uh hun yeah
Oh oh Oh oh
Uh hun yeah
Oh oh Oh oh
Uh hun yeah
Oh oh Oh oh
Uh hun yeah
Frankee Eamon's Ex-Girlfriend
Fuck You Right Back
Oh oh
oooh
no no no
(You know there is two sides to every story)
See I don't know why you cryin' like a bitch
talkin' shit like a snitch
why you write a song 'bout me
if you really didn't care
you wouldn't wanna share
tellin' everybody just how you feel
CHORUS
fuck What I did, was your fault somehow
fuck the presents,I threw all that shit out
don't go cryin' you didn't mean jack
well guess what yo,fuck you right back
What I did was your fault somehow
the presents,I threw all that shit out
don't go cryin' you didn't mean jack
well guess what your,fuck you right back
You thought you could really make me moan
I had better sex all alone (ha ha ha ha)
I had to do your friend
now you want me to come back
you must be smokin' crack
Im goin' else where and thats a fact
Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud
fuck it, I faked it, aren't you proud?
fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back
well guess what your,your sex was wack
Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud
fuck it,I faked it,i'll rent you out
fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back
well guess what your,your sex was wack
whoa whoa
uh uh yea
whoa whoa
uh uh yea
whoa whoa
uh uh yea
whoa whoa
uh uh yea
You questioned did I care
maybe I would howl if you wanna come to me
now it's over
but I do admit i'm glad I didn't catch your crabs
I can't swear bad cause I got to go
CHORUS
fuck What I did, was your fault somehow
fuck the presents,I threw all that shit out
don't go cryin' you didn't mean jack
well guess what yo,fuck you right back
So cool eh? hehehe
Eamon - Fuck It (it's about his ex gf who cheated on him)
Frankee - F U Right Back (it's her reply to his song)
Here are the lyrics
Eamon
Fuck It
Whoa oh oh
Ooh hooh
No No No
See i dont, know why, i liked you so much
I gave you all, of my trust
I told you, i loved you, now thats all down the drain
Ya put me through pain, i wanna let u know that i feel
CHORUS
Fuck what i said it dont mean shit now
Fuck the presents might as well throw em out
Fuck all those kisses, it didnt mean jack
Fuck you, you hoe, i dont want you back
Fuck what i said it dont mean shit now
Fuck the presents might as well throw em out
Fuck all those kisses it didnt mean jack
Fuck you, you hoe, i dont want you back
You thought, you could
Keep this shit from me, yeah
Ya burnt bitch, i heard the story
Ya played me, ya even gave him head
Now ya askin for me back
Ya just another hag, look elsewhere
Cuz ya done with me
Fuck what i said it dont mean shit now
Fuck the presents might as well throw em out
Fuck all those kisses it didnt mean jack
Fuck you, you hoe, i dont want you back
Fuck what i said it dont mean shit now
Fuck the presents might as well throw em out
Fuck all those kisses it didnt mean jack
Fuck you, you hoe, i dont want you back
Oh oh Oh oh
Uh hun yeah
Oh oh Oh oh
Uh hun yeah
Oh oh Oh oh
Uh hun yeah
Oh oh Oh oh
Uh hun yeah
Ya questioned, did i care
You could ask anyone, i even said
Ya were my great one
Now its, over, but i do admit im sad
It hurt real bad, i cant sweat that, cuz i loved a hoe
Fuck what i said it dont mean shit now
Fuck the presents might as well throw em out
Fuck all those kisses it didnt mean jack
Fuck you, you hoe, i dont want you back
Oh oh Oh oh
Uh hun yeah
Oh oh Oh oh
Uh hun yeah
Oh oh Oh oh
Uh hun yeah
Oh oh Oh oh
Uh hun yeah
Frankee Eamon's Ex-Girlfriend
Fuck You Right Back
Oh oh
oooh
no no no
(You know there is two sides to every story)
See I don't know why you cryin' like a bitch
talkin' shit like a snitch
why you write a song 'bout me
if you really didn't care
you wouldn't wanna share
tellin' everybody just how you feel
CHORUS
fuck What I did, was your fault somehow
fuck the presents,I threw all that shit out
don't go cryin' you didn't mean jack
well guess what yo,fuck you right back
What I did was your fault somehow
the presents,I threw all that shit out
don't go cryin' you didn't mean jack
well guess what your,fuck you right back
You thought you could really make me moan
I had better sex all alone (ha ha ha ha)
I had to do your friend
now you want me to come back
you must be smokin' crack
Im goin' else where and thats a fact
Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud
fuck it, I faked it, aren't you proud?
fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back
well guess what your,your sex was wack
Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud
fuck it,I faked it,i'll rent you out
fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back
well guess what your,your sex was wack
whoa whoa
uh uh yea
whoa whoa
uh uh yea
whoa whoa
uh uh yea
whoa whoa
uh uh yea
You questioned did I care
maybe I would howl if you wanna come to me
now it's over
but I do admit i'm glad I didn't catch your crabs
I can't swear bad cause I got to go
CHORUS
fuck What I did, was your fault somehow
fuck the presents,I threw all that shit out
don't go cryin' you didn't mean jack
well guess what yo,fuck you right back
So cool eh? hehehe
Sunday, March 07, 2004
Chillin @ 4am on Blog
Chillin to some really really really smooth RnB albums at 4am in the morning is a really nice thing to do. I guess one good thing about living alone is that you can turn up your music (well as long as the neighbours can't hear it) at whatever time of the day. Not sure why I'm not sleeping. I can't sleep. All these songs remind me of a better time in my life. Memories of Summer '03. Memories of Summer '96-'97. Of warmer times.
I can't say I'm having a bad time these days. Things are definitely better than last year. Oh my last year was bad! Ack!
Oh I have a train story to tell. I was going into the city on friday night to one of our sponsered events (Hot n Wet @ Hyde Park Bar (aka Globe)). Anyways, I took the train into the city around 8ish. At first it was quite boring but then this nice blonde chick sits directly opposite me. Then some drunk yobbo-type comes on and sits next to her. At first I though they were together. He says hi to me and then says hi to her. I'm thinking, geeze this guy is drunk. He starts trying to stir up conversation with this blonde but she sorta ignores him. All this time in my head I'm cracking up by this guy and how he's talking about rugby league to this girl and she's not even paying any attention to him. Then we pull up to parramatta station. Some filo guy gets on and sits next to the drunk yobbo. The filo guy asks no one in particular if the train was going to the city and our drunk yobbo friend of course answered the question.
The filo guy starts talking to the drunk yobbo - he tells him that he's been training for karate. The yobbo starts saying how he'd rather watch boxing instead of karate. I'm there listening to the drunk yobbo talk about sports and stuff to this filo guy. After awhile of talking we all (everyone listening into the conversation by now) just start to notice that there's something really wrong with the conversation. The filo guy started showing some signs of being like rainman. He starts recalling facts of sports etc. I'm like wow this guy is interesting. Although he wasn't as good as this guy I use to know called Luke. Luke (I also met him on a train in brissy) could recall stats from a lot, if not all cricket games ever played. Also batting averages of all of the historical cricket players. Anyways back to karate filo kid and the drunk yobbo. The drunk yobbo doesn't seem to figure out that the filo guy has autism well that is of course until the filo guy does these really weird inhalation sounds through his mouth. Then the drunk yobbo looks at us with that face - uno the face that says, "Man the guy I'm talking to is really weird". He starts to try to ignore the filo guy but the filo guy insists on asking him sporting questions. Drunk yobbo turns his attention toward the blonde who turns out to be a british chick. Trying hard to get the attention of the blonde brit - he starts a conversation about cricket with filo guy. He starts saying how he is Mark and Steve Waugh's cousin. What I found really funny was when he turned around to the blonde brit, after he announced it to karate kid, and continued to emphasise that he is related to the cricket legends. The blonde brit replies with out eye contact, "Oh sorry, I don't follow cricket". I just found it all so surreal at the time. I could have been just watching some sort of movie. It could have been a short movie submission for eat carpet.
Okay I better sleep.
I can't say I'm having a bad time these days. Things are definitely better than last year. Oh my last year was bad! Ack!
Oh I have a train story to tell. I was going into the city on friday night to one of our sponsered events (Hot n Wet @ Hyde Park Bar (aka Globe)). Anyways, I took the train into the city around 8ish. At first it was quite boring but then this nice blonde chick sits directly opposite me. Then some drunk yobbo-type comes on and sits next to her. At first I though they were together. He says hi to me and then says hi to her. I'm thinking, geeze this guy is drunk. He starts trying to stir up conversation with this blonde but she sorta ignores him. All this time in my head I'm cracking up by this guy and how he's talking about rugby league to this girl and she's not even paying any attention to him. Then we pull up to parramatta station. Some filo guy gets on and sits next to the drunk yobbo. The filo guy asks no one in particular if the train was going to the city and our drunk yobbo friend of course answered the question.
The filo guy starts talking to the drunk yobbo - he tells him that he's been training for karate. The yobbo starts saying how he'd rather watch boxing instead of karate. I'm there listening to the drunk yobbo talk about sports and stuff to this filo guy. After awhile of talking we all (everyone listening into the conversation by now) just start to notice that there's something really wrong with the conversation. The filo guy started showing some signs of being like rainman. He starts recalling facts of sports etc. I'm like wow this guy is interesting. Although he wasn't as good as this guy I use to know called Luke. Luke (I also met him on a train in brissy) could recall stats from a lot, if not all cricket games ever played. Also batting averages of all of the historical cricket players. Anyways back to karate filo kid and the drunk yobbo. The drunk yobbo doesn't seem to figure out that the filo guy has autism well that is of course until the filo guy does these really weird inhalation sounds through his mouth. Then the drunk yobbo looks at us with that face - uno the face that says, "Man the guy I'm talking to is really weird". He starts to try to ignore the filo guy but the filo guy insists on asking him sporting questions. Drunk yobbo turns his attention toward the blonde who turns out to be a british chick. Trying hard to get the attention of the blonde brit - he starts a conversation about cricket with filo guy. He starts saying how he is Mark and Steve Waugh's cousin. What I found really funny was when he turned around to the blonde brit, after he announced it to karate kid, and continued to emphasise that he is related to the cricket legends. The blonde brit replies with out eye contact, "Oh sorry, I don't follow cricket". I just found it all so surreal at the time. I could have been just watching some sort of movie. It could have been a short movie submission for eat carpet.
Okay I better sleep.
Thursday, March 04, 2004
Definition of torture...
Mercy mercy...oh please have mercy on me...
That is what my poor heart is screaming.
I'm talking to 'her' again. She was on msn tonight. Oh boy. We ended up talking about her love life.
Oh the unbearable pain!
I'm there reading what she's saying and she's asking me advice about this guy that she's 'infatuated with' (her very own description). Being the nice guy that I am - I give her advice - impartial to what I feel of course - it's good advice. Although I did get to learn more about what her 'ideal' man is like. She sounds sorta like me in someways. She obsessed with the guy. Just as I am about her.
The pain ah the pain...please make it stop.
"Tony what would you do in my situation?" My mind was like oh I could tell her what I want her to do with this guy. However, I do want to see her happy.
Breakdown of the conversation:
*Me giving her advice*
Her: Tony, you are so wise
My Heart: Tony, you're a dumbass
*More good genuine advice from me*
Her: Tony, see I told you, you are wise!
My Heart: Tony, see I told you were a dumbass!
Heartbreak, Heartache.
This pain is not fake.
This feeling is so real.
When will it heal?
How will I know?
How will it go?
That is what my poor heart is screaming.
I'm talking to 'her' again. She was on msn tonight. Oh boy. We ended up talking about her love life.
Oh the unbearable pain!
I'm there reading what she's saying and she's asking me advice about this guy that she's 'infatuated with' (her very own description). Being the nice guy that I am - I give her advice - impartial to what I feel of course - it's good advice. Although I did get to learn more about what her 'ideal' man is like. She sounds sorta like me in someways. She obsessed with the guy. Just as I am about her.
The pain ah the pain...please make it stop.
"Tony what would you do in my situation?" My mind was like oh I could tell her what I want her to do with this guy. However, I do want to see her happy.
Breakdown of the conversation:
*Me giving her advice*
Her: Tony, you are so wise
My Heart: Tony, you're a dumbass
*More good genuine advice from me*
Her: Tony, see I told you, you are wise!
My Heart: Tony, see I told you were a dumbass!
Heartbreak, Heartache.
This pain is not fake.
This feeling is so real.
When will it heal?
How will I know?
How will it go?
