Pansy Parents.

February 21st:

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My dad is sentimental. I recently discovered, or rather, it was brought to my attention that he has kept many of the old documents and applications and even party decorations from my younger years of childhood. There is a file containing applications for the hiring of the community hall which held my very first birthday, the original banner uesd and yes, this awesome 'newsflash' that he made. I can only assume he wrote it pretty soon after i was born, and i guess he sent it around to the usuals; family and friends. And there you have it, proof i was not adopted. Take that brotherr.

Notes on the picture: its kinda blurry cause blogspot doesn't allow uploading of larger photographs and instead if just enlarged it manually. Maybe i'll upload somewhere else later to give a clearer image. Also, how black is my brother! haha

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Orientation week begins tomorrow. Let the emotional roller coaster of excitement, paranoia and nerves commence. Oh i hope it goes well. I hope i make friend(s). *fingers crossed*

I cut my brother's grass.

February 20th:

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So before that massive week of non-stop rain, it was intensely hot. Like daily routines of temperatures well into the high 30's. It was insane. And in this period of time, the lawn died. it went completely yellow and it looked gross. Also my dad is like a crazy perfectionist so it was obvious that his tainted lawn was killing him on the inside. So he put in some steroids for the grass (fertilizer)... Then the rain hit, and for two weeks we didn't mow. This was the end result. Notice how deep the wheels penetrated the lawn, and how much further the top of the grass ended up. Anyway yeah, that's what consumed most of my Saturday; mowing my brother's and our adjacent lawns.

Also, Happy Birthday Nicole. 21st Birthday + jumping castle + slurpee machine = my idea of heaven. Awesome. What else? Oh! since my mom's been gone, we have no rice. Straight up bread for breakfast lunch and dinner. I now know what its like to be white.





My song: This is the last time i do it for a day that has already passed, because its impossible to remember what that song was. So i'm gonna make one up: 'Ignition (remix)'

Failed Plans and SpiderMANS.

February 19th: And yes, i sacrificed good grammar for rhymez.

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Okay, so as the title suggests this day was a pretty major disappointment (on my end at least). I wanted to hang with El, but then my mom made me go with her to the airport. Then everything was up in the air for a quite a while until the plan ultimately fell through. What did i end up doing? I continued my expeditions from the previous blog, attempting to destroy more juggernauts. Whattup.

What have i forgotten about Friday....To be honest most of that day has evaded my memory, due in a major way to my lack of updating when i SHOULD be updating (on the actual date, not a week later). But now the explanation of"SpiderMANS." Well reverting back to my childhood days, i played around with some temporary tattoos which bore a remarking resemblance to those shown above. Thankyou again Beff from bringing them, they were awesome.

Back to my mom being gone; i miss airport hangs so much.







Song of the day: i don't remember if i had a song for this day (well i did) but i don't think i found it. And i could've lied, so yeah honesty ftw.

Highly Explosive.

February 18th:

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Juggernauts, literally the scum of the earth.

Okay so for the past couple of days i've been addicted to Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. And for those who have been following me for a while now (thankyou by the way) you may remember that i have previously spoken of this awesome game because it gave me free night-vision goggles. Anyway, i've been playing with Mikie cause let's face it, its more fun playing with somebody else. And after like, literally hours upon hours of playing.. After watching strategic youtube videos giving us advice.. After coming up with multiple gameplans of our own, we finally beat this level. It was an enormous task that got us to produce one of the best high-5's of all time. The relief and that sense of accomplishment was addictive. I know yearn to chase that feeling, by finishing the level on Veteran.

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In other news, Winter Olympics for the win. Torah Bright is sooooo pretty and talented but this.. THIS... THIIIIIIIIIISSSS is indescribable.

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Finally, song of the day: 'Who Says'

Re-commencement.

February 17th:

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Okay let's see. i haven't blogged in a week, so i'm attempting to catch up now. Firstly i should point out that since it HAS been a week, i may get some things wrong, or omitt some minor details (which i love to use). So for that Future-Angelo i apologise. But keep in mind, i am doing my best.

Geek love, thanks bedizzle for ze book. Disgusting and unnerving. But a fantastic read.

Okay, what else. Oh today i changed my layout again. And due to my incredible lack of creativity (and i guess some credit should be given to my laziness), i have delegated the role of 'Blog Designer' (yep, just made that up) to someone much more talented than i. I like to think this new simplistic, minimalistic layout is good because now the words are the main aspect of it all. Also, the darkness of it all was starting to bring me down. I feel uplifted. Awesome. But this new layout changes a few things for me;

For one thing, at times i have manually changed the colour of the font. Example; The Ninja Post was changed to an all black font to make it invisible in the black background. Now the font is moot as the background has been changed to white. This is the case for other posts also which i should go back and fix. Hopefully i get around to it, but if you take my lack of blogging lately as a sign of my dedication to this, then you see why i mention this all now.

Continuing from the previous post: my song for this day was "Russian Roulette."

RIP Childhood.

Elianne Traynor.

Tis the 18th birthday of Ms Traynor. Haven't known her for very long but it doesn't take all that long to realize how awesome she is. I could go on for a bit and say why i think she's awesome and all but i'm afraid its hard to articulate. To be honest the only way to understand where i'm coming from is to actually get to know her, which i've had the opportunity to do so. And i'fe you're lucky, you'll get that chance too.

Time for random fact: See that picture? It had its time in the limelight. Quite a trendsetting photograph actually. From memory at least 5 other people put up pictures mimmicking this pose (myself included). Also i had a COOLER picture but she said i shouldn't put it up. Pffft, censorship on my own blog.

Anyway, Happy Birthday Ellie.

soundtrack of my life.

February 15th;

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"I shouldn’t want the song to end. I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I’m seeing we don’t live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It’s an infinite playlist."

This is something i've been thinking about for a while. About how my mood dictates the songs i like, and that every moment of everyday has a song that just sums it all up for you. Now i'll be the first to admit that no matter how much i long to have musical ability in me, i am in fact, giftless. I am however, one who appreciates his music and i do believe that we all have our songs. Whether its the gentle music for the sombre day or the emotive lyrics for something that just didn't turn out right, there is always a song to suit your life. We just have to find it.

And I like to think of that as a challenge. One that i'd gladly accept. I've always enjoyed the premise that life is an adventure, and as hollywood has shown me, every adventure has a soundtrack. Through the thousands upon thousands of songs we listen to all the time, there's that one that will just suit the way we feel. It can last a whole week or for a brief moment of joy, but something's always playing. So here i am now, searching for the song of my moment, my day, my week, my month, my year, my life. Ipod on shuffle. Waiting for it to come up, waiting for it to hit me. I will find it.

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Here's my song for this moment in time. Save it, add it to the playlist of life; Radiohead - Creep. Even in my happy mood, it speaks to me. Maybe subconsciously i feel down, but yeah.

This is actually a cover by Marty Casey from the tv show, Rockstar INXS.
"Sometime's when you're down, it's good to have some company."

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Oh it was Adrian's farewell party. Going to Orange for university. I don't understand how people can do that. Just up and move so far away. Anyway good party, goodbye.

Mi Amor.

"Cheesy song lyrics"

Not the same love as people usually to celebrate on Valentines day, but still.

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Anyway seeing as its valentines day, or at least was (15 minutes ago), i thought i'd write about love, affection all of that soppy stuff. i'll be the first to admit that i adore movies that some may call "chick flicks." But that's just who i am. They appeal to the little girl in me. But i'm not naive, i know that the majority of those things don't JUST happen. There isn't always a happy ending, nor some miracle twist that brings everything together at the last second. Life has its ups and downs. Thing's don't always go according to plan. That's life.

Now, I like to think i'm generally an optimistic person, but there are times where i feel i've got to be realistic. And its out of this that mindset that i comb through all the dreariness of life and search out the love that there is to find. And i came across a few moments in the past couple of days that have 're-educated' me on what yesterday was all about. There was the couple who were dancing in the middle of a packed crowd, not paying attention to anybody or anything but each other. The man and woman getting out of the port-a-loo together (LOL). And finally, the guy who held the girls hair back as she threw up.

I'm probably a freak for thinking this, but the most 'romantic' thing to me was the last couple. In some weird way this is the most appealling to me, the one i wish i was apart of. Okay, so the first couple was yeah, impresive, but the willingness of this man to stay with her, tolerating the mess she had become was just beyond me. Giving up the hundreds he spent on the tickets for the event he was at, and instead staying out there, in the rain and the puke, holding her, taking care of her. To me, that's love. And to me, that's what valentines day should be about.

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Also there is a facebook group saying to "forget valentines day, it's chinese new year" or something like that. CELEBRATE NEW YEAR WITH THE REST OF THE WORLD, greedy asians. You don't need your own festival.

Goodvibes, whattup.

February13th: Almost there.

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"Hey, how're your vibrations.. good?"

Goodvibes. before the rain/sweat. basically,

before the fun.

My first ever music festival; Good Vibrations 2010. Thanks for the ticket brother. Also had a chance to hang out with my brother after he's had a few to drink. That's when he let off that beauty of a quote out the window of the cab. He's much more fun and less grumpy. Anyway, farrout that concert blew my mind. Missed out on the beginning of Kid Cudi, and Gym Class Heroes. Also was a darn shame that The Kililers didn't show up. That would have made it absolutely unforgettable.

But i did get to rock out with Salt n Pepa. Those girls still got it. Played 3 of the only songs i knew, then did a few covers. Surprisingly ended with a song "thanking" god. Good to know He's got His place there too. But we were just getting warmed up. Naughty by Nature stepped it up to a whole new level. Near the front were the crazy fanatics, like the sweaty/greasy white guy who danced like he was a black girl. Next to him the pill-popping group. Then Me. It was hot, stuffy, but that just added to the atmosphere. Couldn't have asked for it any better. Oh! and they recorded a videoclip there! Maybe i'll be in it. My monster of an arm might appear somewhere; something to look forward to.

Then the rain hit. And just like that the party had escalated to a whole new level. People dancing in the rain. Busta Rhymes hit a packed tent. The tens of thousands of people in attendance swaying and bouncing along with him, being pulled along by every rhyme. Girls topless and making out, Busta/Flipmode dropping their pants, his show had it all. Pretty good way to end the day.

I would've added another first to that list, clubbing. The plan the whole day had been, bbq, then good vibes THEN clubs. But someone got sick, blah blah, anyway that was cancelled. Which i think was a good thing. I'm not sure if i could've handled more excitement for one day. No longer a festival-virgin. Hope to see you next year GVF!

my moms.

February 12th:

Instead of a quote, imagine the most disappointed look ever. Lips pouted, eyebrows scrunched and there you have my mother's version of a look of love. Quite an image.

Yep. that's me and my moms. And if you've ever met her, she looks exactly the same. agless fool. Hmmm, what can i say but repeat some of the most cliche quotes ever. She is my rock. She keeps me level. She's a hard-ass on me and that's easy to see but i was born and bred a momma's boy. I can definitely say that i would not be the same person if it weren't for her.

35 degree heat + Hot van - air conditioning + driving all the way to the far north, far south and far east = worst way to spend your birthday. But that's how it is. Her priorities were on the business so that's what we did the whole day. Picking up boxes. No birthday dinner, no party, no cake. Not even youth. We worked non-stop.

and it begins.

I'm attempt my own personal record; Catching up on 4 days of posts. That means that i have to endure the tiring task of trying to remember the past few days, which to be honest have gone by in a bit of a blur. Anyway February 11th

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"I want a girlfriend, i need that crazy sexual tension" - Alexander Ligad

not really sexual tension, but awkward as heck.

I'm struggling to remember much about thursday... probably because i didn't do much. I went swimming for the first time in months. My weeks of cleaning the pool finally reaped some rewards. And in hindsight it was really lucky that i decided to swim that day cause the nonstop pouring rain has turned it blue again. So i guess i'll swim in another 3 months. Grrr.

Oh! i went jobhunting-ish today! checked out a couple of places with my cousin. I really need a job. Step one, make a resume.

How to Fight.

February 10th

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Today a video was brought to my attention which captures the essence of true fighting. It makes me chortle endlessly.

I wish i could fight like superwog.

layout.

Again, this is the first of two posts today. This is for the 9th of February.

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Tupac Shakur - The Rose that Grew From the Concrete.

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Also, i felt it was about time i added some sort of picture to the header of this blog. This is what i came up with. Feel free to give more ideas because unfortunately, i lack any creativity.

Let's test the readers.

WOAH! the day has come.

I have found something to fill this void.

The link to my new blog;

www.mrmrangelo.blogspot.com

Ha! Never going to be found. I am win at life.

Busdriver?

Continuing the month's trend for updates every second day. The following is for the 7th of February.

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Church this week consisted of Vision Sunday; where i learnt that hillsong now has ambitions to tackle 'the big apple.' Good to know the church dreams big too.


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Yesterday was also my friends birthday party. Perhaps the people, or the food made the party good. But it was the games that made the party great. Firstly, Mafia brought out some of the finest acting i've ever seen. So much yelling also. I sure hope the recording is put on the internet somewhere. Then came the MANLY game. "Extreme" Slap (with cards). Except in this instance, the winner, who happened to be me, gets to slap all three losers. OH! i got to slap two of them in the face, and one of them was lucky enough to get slapped twice*! But i paid for that one. haha. That, unlike the mafia game, i'd prefer not to be uploaded. And yes, that wraps up my sunday.





*Only cause i got forced to slap her again. then got called a dog. then got slapped back. quite a sequence.

Tweet tweet.

This does not refer to the social networking site. Instead, it is an onomatopoeia-c representation of the torment i have been forced to endure every morning and for a majority of my day as well. With this sudden change towards a tropical climate, the birds are up every morning YELLING at me. They have woken me up every morning at 5am with their 'singing.' I don't know why or how people can tolerate this incessent hollering, let alone how anyone could find it beautiful. So I assume there to be hundreds of birds nesting in the nearby trees alone. Then their little birdy friends come along. It's not a party guys, go congregate somewhere else!***

Oh! and the high pitched chirping of the cricket any time the temperature even verges on warm isn't a better alternative. Hmmm, one of the downsides to living adjacent to a park.

*** LKF (little known fact): i have a fear of birds that drives me to borderline paranoia. They are ALL out to get me.

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Speaking of birds, i was out picking up boxes and such today when i came across a peculiar little house. Maybe they didn't like cats, and even hated dogs but instead of cute little animals roaming their property, they had these;

Day of firsts.

I have to stop doing this. I've been posting every second day lately, and i'm starting to struggle to find things to write. Maybe i'll lessen the number of updates i make, but for now i persist. The following is for the 5th of February.

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"A Journey of a thousand miles, begins with a single step." - Lao Tzu

Today was nothing short of monumental. An all-out great day, starting with a huge milestone in my life. My first (real) day of work. And by that i mean, working outside of the family business. Working FOR somebody. And although some dodgy paperwork means i'll have to wait a month for my first pay check, i did finally work for money. Truth be told, i've procrastinated job hunting for months now. I've even become pretty good at it; my resume has still not been completed... or started. So i was pretty excited to finally escape the household and do something. And i guess the "nellie's" make it all that much sweeter.

Tonight was also the beginning of YD for 2010. I've missed it all. The people, the atmosphere, the opportunity to get into His word. It has been too long but it has finally returned. And its the reminder of that feeling i had as this year began; that this year is going to be the Start of everything for me. I know i'm going to be pushed and i can't wait. My life is set to really progress. The fuse has been lit.

Homage to the greats.

There are two people in australian history who are not getting their due respect. In all fairness if i had not wondered who was on the $100 note, and hence googled it, i would not know them either. But now that i do, i suggest a new phrase to enter into our slang. Instead of referring to money as "the benjamins" and trying to be american, i think that we should be proud of who and what we have. And in the situation of having a sum of money we should use the phrase "rolling in the nellies"* after Dame Nellie Melba. And although i have overlooked Sir John Monash, it is only because saying "rolling in the johns" does not sound as cool and also comes off a bit queer.

*Must be said with the maximum level of bogan accentuation.

Tubed.

In these, the times of unparalleled boredom, there is little to report on. Little goes on up in my mind. My refuge? My sanctuary from the blandness of life? Youtube. And i was recently reminded of a video that had me in stitches. I chortle every time i see this video. And one day, i shall teach all of my children this same trick.

Rollin' in the Benjamins.

"It wasn't lola's!" - Michael Gabriel

( Benjamin. aka mike. aka gabbz44. aka colt. aka isaac taylor. aka chad michael murray.)

Happy birthday to this boy right here. Whoops, i mean this MAN. At nineteen, i'm sure he's lived enough life for a 30 year old. And i mean that in the best way possible, because he's just done it all. One of the things many people will remember is that he went to the Philippines to chase his basketball dreams. Now in all honesty, i was worried that at his party (the very same party i left 4 hours in advance) i was going to have to make some sort of speech. It's become the thing to do at parties these days. So there i was thinking back over all the times i've shared with this cousin. Searching for THE story. The one that wouldn't bore everybody. And i guess i was searching for the one that would capture the way i felt about him. And after the hours of pondering over our adventures, only one thought remained. I was happy he was still in Australia.

You see, it was very likely that til this very day he would've been playing basketball at some filipino university. It wasn't all that long ago that a party had been planned and everybody was saying their farewells. He was leaving and we did not know how long it would be before we saw his face again. Tears streaming down the faces around me (not me, cause i'm a MAN). Anyway, the point is, he could've been gone for ages. But he came back. And selfishly i'm happy he strayed away from that path because i can't imagine what this last year would have been like without him. Without his support, without his humour, things would just not be the same.

Anyway i've rambled enough. I just figured that since i had taken all that time to think of something to say about/to my cousin, i might as well say it.

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couple of bits and pieces;
missed my chance at another airport hang this morning. lame.

oh, and the picture... hmmm, well he looks a bit different now. how to put it delicately... he's not as tb-looking. hahaha. i was going to put up this cute little picture of us when we were young (1 yr old), and he looked like he was trying to kiss me but i thought that might cross the line as inappropriate.

1 month down.

At the beginning of the year, i told myself that i would post up something everyday. Whether it be me actually sitting down and putting my thoughts down in words, recounting the days events, or randomly posting videos/pictures/songs that i enjoy, i would put SOMETHING up. Now 31 posts and one month later here i am. So far on track for my goal. One month down, 11 to go.

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So i have been a little bit lazy, and this post (again) is for yesterday, the 1st of January. I hate playing catchup. Pretty hard to find something to write every day let alone two things at once.

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Also on the 1st, nighttime swim session. Don't want to give too much away but it was very... manly. Yeah, that's the mature way of saying it.