In a creative mood

I feel in a rather creative mood today so came up with something to use it. I will search randomly on wikipedia using the random articles tool to get ideas for a short story. So let's begin by getting the ideas.

Who (search random article and find two names First and Last) Karyala
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karyala

What (what the story is about) Skull Island

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skull_Island

Where (where it is set) Osiglia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Osiglia

Why (why are the events in the story happening) War loot
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/War_loot

I did have to edit the picks a bit as they weren't really anything to do with the one i was picking for, so let's begin.

In a small town in Italy called Osiglia, where nothing much happens at all and everyone only ever dreams of leaving the town and heading to a bigger city like Rome or Venice. People rarely leave the town and if they do it is often for a holiday or the occasional business trip. But not much business happens here with a population of about 500 people nothing much happens.
That is until one young girl was born. Karyala was born with crystal blue eyes, olive skin and the hint of long flowing blonde hair to grow into. From the moment her parents saw her they knew she wasn't going to be the average kid. They could see her sense of adventure in her straight away. Whilst Karyala was being held in her mothers arms for the first time she reached up and grabbed the pearls around her mothers neck and smiled. Growing up she always held this sense of discovery and intrigue. Always looking at things and analysing them. She broke the mould of the dumb blonde by going to univeristy and getting a major in archelogy.
Her whole life changed one evening though when she was in her Roman apartment and received a package under her door, she opened her door but no one was there. "That concierege is sneaky" she muttered to herself as she picked up the package. It was unmarked, no name, no return address. It felt bulky in her arms, how did it fit under the door? She wondered. As she opened it and looked inside she saw an old document a printed letter and photographs. She laid them all on her bed and took the printed letter and began to read it.

Dear Karyala


My name is Joseph Vinciatti. I am writing to you from the Vatican. I am a member of the historical team here. We specialise in finding historic items around the world for collections in museums, we do this without any benefit and give all credit to the discoverer. That's where you come in. It has come to our intention that a place by the name of Skull Island holds many treasures from some of the great wars of our time, from the Ancient Greeks to the riegn of Hitler. We are not sure how this war loot arrived there, but that is for you to find out and bring it back to be distrubted to the right countries. The reason I have selected you is because the island is believed to be off the coast of Osiglia (If my sources are correct you grew up here). So who knows this place better than you. Please find enclosed my business card. Look over the facts and contact me with your thoughts and response.


To be continued

Album Reviews

First off I downloaded a leak of Brand New - Daisy. My all time favourite band I could not wait till the end of the month, but I will buy it when it comes out. This album is amazing, like always Brand New never cease to amaze me with the lyrics they come up with such as from the song i am listening to now You Stole "Last night they said the fire had spread and we said our prayers And now the flames are burning me in my bed but I just don't care"
they create really good imagery and although they have changed their sound a bit they still sound much the same with similar sounds to previous albums. With Brand New it is always hard for me to pick my favourite album, and this just makes it harder.
4/5

The Used - Artwork, I admit I kind of went of The Used for a while but once I found out they were bringing out a new album I was quite excited. Although I didn't want to buy till I at least heard one song off it. So I You Tubed their single. Blood On My Hands, and was amazed this is The Used I first fell in love with. So I then went and got the album listened to it and was quite impressed. Seems they have kept their roots but also gone a little harder at the same time. It also seems to me that this album has a much more clean sound, where as the earlier ones sounded much more raw, I liked this about them but this sound is different but you can still hear aspects of The Used from the earlier albums as well
3/5

Muse - The Resistance. I think I was a bit late getting into Muse. I liked some songs but not all of them, it wasn't till I sat down and listened to them that I realised this band is worth listening to. So I back tracked and got all the albums, that was about a year ago. When I found out this was coming up I was again excited. I heard rumours it sounded like Queen which made me even more intrigued. Listening to the album you immediately get that impression. I think it is most evident in United States of Eurasia, as soon as I heard it it reminded me of Bohemian Rhapsody, with the vocal changes and piano and the awesome guitar riffs. The good thing about this album is all the songs are different and have thier own unique sound.....a good purchase I say
5/5

day 4 and 5

Ok so here are days for and 5 of the 365 challenge


Day 4 see's me home alone, so when I came back from uni I the first thing that came to my head. Something completely random and pointless. I had this idea for a profile picture, oh and I felt like a drink too haha



Day 5 sees the weather in Mildura be so lovely but really windy. When it is windy up here we get dust storms this is not a bad one (the bad ones you can't go outside without dust getting in your eye). I thought this photo was cool as the sun is blocked out and looks really eerie. I will try to upload a photo of the sunset (which I should have made day 5) but oh well.

day 2 and 3 of the challenge

Forgot to update with yesterdays photos so here is Day 2 and 3

Day 2


Day 3

Day 2 : I finally got my watched fixed after not wearing a watch for so long it feels weird (notice all the Green Day CD's in the back

Day 3: me with my dog Oscar or like I call him Oscar the Wonder Dog. He means the world to me really is a mans best friend.

I have also been told to mention my friend Ben's Blog (who I got this idea from, so click on the link to check it out)

365 challenge day 1

I stole this idea from my friend Ben (he blogs way more than me but I am trying) the challenge is to take a photo of something in your life everyday for 365 days, so here is day 1. My essay I am working on. 625 words out of 1000. Should really get back to it and not take photos.

where was I?

After watching a bit of The Queen I started thinking "where was I during big moments in history?" So here are some of the ones I can remember.

Princess Diana's Death: I was at my best friend at the time Jasmines house, we were young and her step father came home and said that she had died me and her mum were shocked although Jasmine didn't know who she was so here I was at about 8-9 explaining who she was. I found it weird that someone so well known in the world that my best friend didn't know who she was and yet I did.

World trade centre attacks: I was in bed when it actually happened I was about 14 and I heard my mum and brother talking sounding worried so I got out of bed and asked what happened, they said the world trade centre had a plane fly into it (the others had not happened yet) I didn't know what the WTC was but my brother told me...although it was late and i had school the next day I was shocked that something like this could happen, I remember going to school the next day and everyone was talking about it and we even watched the news in home group.

Barrack Obama getting elected: I actually stayed up for his ignagraul speech and was so moved by what he said and thought wow this is amazing a black man as president and that he talked so well and was such a family man (all the presidents are) but just the way he bought it accross you knew he was going to be good.

Micheal jackson dies: i was in bed but heard the next day and was utterly shocked it was so unexpected then i started getting cut at the fact that Farrah Fawcett who died on the same day suddenly wasn't top news anymore.

i can't really think of any others just yet but if you do let me know and i will think where i was, or feel free to share your "where was I" stories.

ADAM OUT!!

Staring death in the eye (work in prigress)

Staring death in the eye

Cancer, heart attack, car accident, suicide, falls down stairs, cancer, murdered, dies at childbirth, aids, old age.

You may wonder why I am listing all these ways of dying? Well I am sitting in a major coffee shop with my lap top writing what I see. What am I seeing? How people die.

You probably think I am crazy, well no unfortunately for you its true. You see I have a rare gift, no a curse. Call it what you will this “ability” allows me to see how people die.
I know what you’re thinking get the straight jacket, but its true. Now this is where I begin my sad story of life and death and how I witness it every day.

It all started when I was 10 years old I was in grade 5 and my world was about to be turned upside down, inside out and around in circles. My grandmother, my best friend was on her death bed, we were visiting her. Little did I know it was the last visit I would get to have. My mum obviously knew this so she gave me and my brother 10 minutes each to say our goodbye, being the youngest I went last. She started with the the words I neaver want to hear again, although many times in my visions I have. Those two words that shatter world like glass. “I’m Dying”
That’s only one way to destroy a 10 year old though. The next thing she said was that she has an incredible secret that she has never told anyone and that she is trusting me with it. Step two on how to destroy a ten year old. I can’t keep secrets for shit. But this is my grandmother my best friend that I would do anything for so I reluctantly said ok.
She told me she has the a gift and it has been past down throughout every generation to the youngest child in the family at the time of the givers death.
Step three on how to destroy a ten year old. I hate responsibility.
She takes a breathe and a harsh cough follows, even this young I know death isn’t far off with his scythe and black cloak.
She takes me my hand and with a faint dry whisper she said she is passing it on to me. The last words she whispered were “The vision of death”. I didn’t understand it at the time but as she died it was as if I saw it playing twice at the same time. Once in front of me but also in my head, like a movie in my mind. Except this was real and happening in front of me.
That was it she was gone, I hugged and kissed her for the last time. She was still warm, my tears seemed to glisten on her skin like shiny little diamonds. It was then my family walked back into the room. Within seconds the video player of my mind played again this time showing my mother and brother dying. I won’t say how but it is something a ten year old doesn’t need to see.
I understood vision of death now. But was it real? What had grandma done, my best friend had dammed me forever. Step 4 to destroying a ten year old.
I was screaming horrifically now after randomly seeing how my family died. Not only that but it pinpointed the exact time to the second and what day of what year it would happen.
My mum came to my side and hugged me
“Don’t die Mummy!” I said whilst tears raced down my cheek
“I’m not gong anywhere” as she comforted with her warm arms that felt like the support of my favourite doona
“Bt you will die mummy and leave me”
“Not for a while yet”
She hugged me and held me closer now. I knew what she said was a lie, she died last year and I knew for ten years it was coming.

So growing up with this hasn’t been easy everyone at school I mer I saw how they died, you get use to it. I found a satisfaction when I knew people died old and peacefully in there sleep rather than die young. I also found a sick satisfaction the three bullies who made my life hell since I was 13 all died of drug overdoses. You may call it harsh, I call it karma

I have never let slip of my gift. I was trusted to keep it a secret, I haven’t told a soul.
This has been the hardest I have been put through many shrinks not one ever gets close as to what is wrong. Most of them seem to think it is just the loss of my grandmother and a long grieving process. I am diagnosed as clinically depressed and mentally imbalanced and whatever else. I have to take so many drugs but that is what you get when everyone one thinks your crazy as a coconut.

So you could only imagine how hard living is when there is death all around you. You may wonder why I haven’t committed suicide. Well even though I can’t see how I die (unfortunately it doesn’t work like that) I just have a gut feeling that killing myself is not how I die and that there is more to this gift than meets the eye. It is hard to explain how it works. When I look a person in the eyes I see in my head how they die, doesn’t matter how nothing is spared. And in the corner is a time and date stamp just like when you record something on a video camera, this tells me the time and date of when they die. You could imagine I have seen some pretty horrific stuff. One of the worst that I can recall is seeing a five year old girl get stabbed in a petrol station by a robber who accidently ran into her as he was fleeing. Some of the images like still haunt me to this day, it really makes you question humanity a lot more. Statistically about 65% of the deaths I see are from old age closely followed by your diseases like cancer, then most other things like murder, suicide, car accidents, drugs are pretty even sharing around 10%. But walking around the streets you see a lot of people that means a lot of different deaths. I usually try to walk with my head down and not make eye contact with people but sometimes it can’t be helped. Trains are the worse I find myself staring at everyone for a few seconds and seeing the deaths of the commuters. I don’t even realize I am doing till about the tenth person, it is like scratching your ear I guess sometimes you really want to scratch it other times you don’t even realize you are doing it.
One thing I have discovered is that I can’t help people change how they die. It is already decided by God or what ever forces decide these things. Once I was walking down the street and met the eyes of the most beautiful woman, she was going to get hit by a car whilst crossing the street that day at 3:35pm. I looked at my watch and it was 3:35pm I ran to her and grabbed her back as a car sped around the corner missing her foot by inches. She thanked me with the little breath she had that wasn’t knocked out of her. I walked on after that and five seconds later heard a thump and the sound of a car speeding off. It was her; the same woman lay with blood everywhere only meters from where I last saw her. I looked up at the clock tower that surrounded the whole city then at my watch. Clock tower 3:35pm. My watch 3:36pm. After that I changed my watch back according to the clock tower, even then after I tried to help people it worked the same way. It just seemed it would happen anyway at the same time. I can’t explain it, but I learned after many attempts that trying to prevent death is changing the future and you can’t do that.

*editors note: the story goes on from here and goes into the point of view from his wife who can do the same thing and their son who can't but learns about it from them and how he feels about dying. There is a line that sums up death for me from Brand New's Jesus Christ "I'm not afraid of dying, I'm a little scared of what comes after, do I get the gold chariot, do i float through the ceiling". I also plan to make this into a play one day using video as the visions they have of death. Hope you enjoy.

Who's in control

This is a song I came up with, pretty self explanatory I think, it is also a work in progress but yeah.

Who's In Control

Love is a two way street
But you're going the wrong way
Turn around and come home
We're not finished her yet.
It's not over till the fat lady sings
And I don't hear you singing this song.

Chorus:
I don't want to be with you
They say love is equal
But I say it's blind
And I'm losing my mind
Who's in control
of this commanding relationship?

They say love is a battlefield
we have the scars to prove it
Gun shots and Knife wounds
Are nothing compared to
The daggers you put into my heart

Chorus (replace commanding with meaningless)

You're driving me crazy
Up and down the wall
I'm tired of this game
That you long to win
I don't know how much more
Of this I can take
My friends say I should give up
But I love you too much
It pains me to say
That I might not be here
When you get home.

Chorus (replace with hopeless)

repeat chorus with Who's in control
of this Fucking relationship?

Whos in Control, Whos in control
another fucking relationship down the hole

Staring down the barrel of a 45

This is my current favourite song by shinedown, first got into these guys through their single second chance, the lyrics of all their songs are great and this song is just so sad and compelling, it will most likely become my depressive theme song. Has a good message of don't give up when the going gets tough

Shinedown - .45

Send away for a priceless gift
One not subtle, one not on the list
Send away for a perfect world
One not simply so absurd
In these times of doing what you're told
Keep these feelings, no one knows

What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain as he slowly fell apart

And I'm staring down the barrell of a .45 (.45)
Swimming through the ashes of another life (another life)
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrell of a .45

Send a message to the unborn child
Keep your eyes open for a while
In a box high upon a shelf
Left for you, no one else
There's a piece of a puzzle known as life
Wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight

What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain as he slowly fell apart

And I'm staring down the barrell of a .45 (.45)
Swimming through the ashes of another life (another life)
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrell of a .45

Everyone's pointing their fingers
Always condemning me
Nobody knows what I believe
I believe

And I'm staring down the barrell of a .45 (.45)
Swimming through the ashes of another life (another life)
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrell of a .45

And I'm staring down the barrell of a .45 (.45)
And I'm swimming through the ashes of another life (another life)
There is no real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrell of a .45

R.E.S.P.E.C.T

It has been recently bought to my attention that the JJJ hottest 100 of all time this year did not feature many female artists. So I thought I would share my top 10 female artists and songs.

In now particular order:

Macy Gray - I Try: Her voice is so different and many think its not that good but I love it and this song has such a good message

No Doubt - Don't Speak: Just a great song and quite sad I always belt this out when I hear it

Aretha Franklin - Respect: What can I say other than WOW! Her voice is absolutely amazing and can not be copied this song has such a good meaning behind it to respect women and I respect her for doing this.

Regina Spektor - Samson: I love so many of her songs but this one is probably on of my faves, it is such a sweet love song about a couple wrapped around the old biblical story of Samson and Delilah.

Garbage - When I grow up: This was my theme song long ago, such a nice song about growing up and living your dreams.

Santogold - LES Artistes: One of my current favourite songs, just such a great beat and lyrics and her voice is amazing.

Paramore - Decode: Written for the twilight movie, such a great love song and sums up that movie perfectly, it almost makes me cry about a love that shouldn't be (the song not so much the movie)

The Distillers - City of angels: One of my favourite punk bands even though I don't listen to them that much anymore, i love Brodie's voice and the hint of whining it has really suits this sort of music

M.I.A - Paper Planes: Only song of hers I really like, espeically the ALL WANNA DO IS *BANG BANG BANG* Such a catchy song

Angus and Julia Stone - Private Lawns: I love these guys and Julia singing is just amazing on this track they both have such lovely voices.

Honourble mentions also go to:
Donnas
Dresden Dolls/ Amanda Palmer
Le Tigre/Bikini Kill
Spice Girls (sure they may suck but they did a lot for music)
Britney Spears/Cristina Aguleria (same as above)
Pink
Cher
Bjork
Sara Barilles

and I could go on

Lessons Learned

So at the moment i am obsessed with this song by Matt and Kim, Lessons Learned off the album Grand

Tape holds things that cannot stick
and keep leftovers in the fridge
while lessons learned go down the drain
I can't believe in everything
all the bad names gone
and the good ones were all wrong

and so I stayed up all night
slept in all day
this is my sound
thinking about tomorrow won't change how I feel today

Never let your mark erase
'cause broken legs can be replaced
two steps to the finish line
three sips till I finish mine
a straw will always suck it out
close your eyes and use your mouth
and tell me about your song

And so I stayed up night
slept in all day
this is my sound
thinking about tomorrow won't change how I feel today

i particularly like the chorus as i can relate to it and it just sends a good message about living in the moment and not caring what the consequences are.

The Media

Okay so on this day both Micheal Jackson and Farrah Fawcett died

Now is it just me or does it seem like Farrah's death is getting overshadowed by Micheal's. Now don't get me wrong I saddened by the death of them both but i just feel sorry for Farrah when she has been battling cancer for three years and even made a movie about and was even going to marry her long time lover Ryan O'Neil.

I watched the news Micheal got about 15 mins of rememberence Farrah got about 3. I just think its bad on the media when two pop icons recognised for two different things don't get the same treatment, sure we all knew Farrah was going to die soon and Micheal was unexpected but i think it would just be the right thing if they both got the same treatment.

this is why i mostly try to avoid the news. but may they both rest in piece

The fire below the sink

You think your life sucks
But I'm telling you are not alone
You can't grasp the future
If you haven't learnt to take hold of the past
This feeling inside won't last
Just remember the past, live the present and brace for the future





so I came up with this little thing the over day, it had something about holding on to a wheel and tying that into the past and future, but i can't remember it so i just wrote this, now I am going to explain my weird dream i had last night.

Well I can't quite remember how it all started but I was at my brothers house (only it wasn't his actually house) and for some reason I was told to light a fire under the sink in a meat tray, I don't think this was actually my brother but someone who turned into him later. Anyway i was giving exact instructions not to burn it too high and how to fuel it. Turns out this "Brother" (I can't remember if he had changed at this point) comes back and yells at me because I had burned the paint or something of the pipe under the sink and wasn't using the correct paper or whatever for the fire. Now the next bit I am certain was my brother, anyway after that whilst still in his kitchen i notice a jigsaw puzzle on the floor which i start to do at a rapid speed, but not only do i keep making mistakes it seems that although the pieces fit perfectly more and more "appear" and have to be placed around the border. The jigsaw is on a wooden board and by the time i am finished i have filled the board with jigs and can't fit anymore. This is where my brother informs me to stop because he is ready to go out for tea (apprently we are going out for tea and then i am going out with mates to get drunk and he is going somewhere else) so he is getting ready and leaves me with his roommate (who is actually his real life room mate who i have only met once. So we talk and its really awkward just cause we don't know what to say, so i go back to playing with the fire and throwing yellow, what seemed like tissue paper into it. my brother comes back and helps me and then we decide to leave as we are leaving i am woken from the dream from my phone ringing.

whats weirder about this dream is i was awake at early 9am, then fell back to sleep and woke up again at about 9:45 now what is weird is the dreamed seemed like 2 hours long but instead it was only about 30-45mins. so it was playing doubletime in my head but comprhending at normal speed. ODD!

anyway Adam out

just some random writing

The chip on your shoulder, well it matches your eyes
When I look into them I see exactly what I despise
They can tear me apart or turn me to stone
Gone is the glimmer in which they shone.
What I despise most of all is you.

(Currently listening to Matt & Kim - Grand (album))

let it begin

So i finally decided to create a blog. Why you may ask, well because i am bored and have nothing better to do, through this i will post my random writings up and general observations i may have, mainly it will just be a tool for writing any stories, poems, songs i may write. this way they will always be on the intehwebs and in one spot rather than on my computer and risking the case of losing

if you choose to read them that's up to you. so enjoy what lies ahead and look both ways before crossing the street