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Bad Day

Bad day, by Fuel, not Daniel Powter.I had a bad night. A night fuelled with self pitying and abject misery. My only voice of reason (when did it get that way) gone and I allowed myself to listen to the vicious thoughts and memories in my head. I thought I’d feel...

Time to Pretend

I feel like I need one right now.. and you can find this drink @ the Long Room on Collins Street =)… A beautifully sunny day… It’s maddening to find things to do… to try so hard to not talk to the walls… to try so hard to find a meaning...

Father of Mine

Ahhh… Daddy gave me a name, My Daddy gave me a name (Then he walked away…) Daddy gave me a name… (And he walked away) The words of Everclear echo in my head and bring forth so much truth. Imagine that, there are so many fathers out there who have...

S.O.S

Just when you’re this (finger width) close to giving up and thinking you’re about to eat tin sardines for the next half of the year…You get your package stimulated… so.. well done Mr. Prime Minister… Thank you very much… !!!Learning...

Only Human

Scramble, scramble… Where is that bloody phone? Why is it ringing… Pick up, pick up… oh my.. I totally forgot Frantic, frantic… wash up and get ready! Hurry, Hurry… what and idiot.. I really thought it was for tomorrow and yet the...