(from Dogs In Space. Watch it now!)

cos i was wasted (again) i lost my ak79 cd (ages ago) which i used to listen to religiously, but found myself thinking of this song tonight.

Why may you ask?

Well cos my fondest memory of this song is having it sung to me by TWO TOTALLY PUNK FUCKING ROCK LADIES (as I humbly addressed them) in the deepest sanctum of Ethel Street.

There was nothing like the two of them walking towards me clicking their fingers and singing in unison
"truuue love - is beautiful, truue love everythings coool"


One of them had differently coloured eyes and she could handle you all with a spade.

luvs u dribble

Me moe pea au, me maumahara ētahi kōrero mō te kōrero-a-waha āpōpō rānei, engari kei te noho noa iho au e whakaaro ana mō ngā manu.

So I should probably be sleeping or memorising some kōrero for the exam tomorrow but instead I'm just sitting here thinking about birds.

I te pō nei, e mahi ana au tēnei pātaitaitanga ki Pukapuka Kanohi, ā, he rawene te tukunga iho. Ki ōku whakaaro, he rite tonu taua manu ki te kahu o tātou motu - kei whea mai!

Tonight i did this quiz on Flakebook and the result was a raven. I thought 'choice! it's about the same as a kahu..'

Heoi anō, ānei he rārangi pātai poto mō ngā manu. Kua whakautu koe i te reo, i te reo pakeha rānei.


So anyway, here's a short questionaire about birds. You can answer in reo or in English if you want.


Poll #1430571 Ngā Manu - Birds!
Open to: Friends, detailed results viewable to: Friends

He aha te manu pai rawa tāu? What is your favourite bird?

He aha ai? Why?

Arohamai mō tāku hē i ōku reo - i ōku reo pākeha rānei hoki!
Sorry for any mistakes in either of the languages!

Tēnā koutou katoa. Māku e kōrero mō te kaupapa “Ka pēhea te āta tiaki i tō tātou hauora.” E kōrero ana ahau e ono mea.
( Panuitia )

Don't fear the reaper

Baby I'm your man

You know I can be found,
Sitting home all alone,
If you cant come around,
At least please telephone.
Dont be cruel to a heart thats true.

Baby, if I made you mad
For something I might have said,
Please, lets forget the past,
The future looks bright ahead,
Dont be cruel to a heart thats true.
I dont want no other love
Baby its just you Im thinking of.

Dont stop thinking of me,
Dont make me feel this way,
Come on over here and love me,
You know what I want you to say.
Dont be cruel to a heart thats true.
Why should we be apart?
I really love you baby, cross my heart.

Lets walk up to the preacher
And let us say I do,
Then youll know youll have me,
And Ill know that Ill have you,
Dont be cruel to a heart thats true.
I dont want no other
Baby its just you Im thinking of.

Dont be cruel to a heart thats true.
Dont be cruel to a heart thats true.
I dont want no other love,
Baby its just you Im thinking of.

Today it stopped raining. Four loads of laundry later, I'm feeling very accomplished. Holidays are great and spending a week inside while the park next door impersonated a swimming pool didn't seem so bad. Nice to get some sunshine though.
I played a lot of cards, drew, wrote, edited, ate, slept and taught Tawhai that 6 is an important number.

The town almost flooded, the rivers rose (and are still high today) but didn't burst their banks. No 1988 Bola, no neighbours speeding down Ida Rd in their boat to take food to others like in 1977.

Tawhai and I passed the time doing stuff, hanging out, reading, laughing and playing with Sarge.

What to do when it's raining : 


Sarge loves chasing the ball.

After the rain has gone : 


Tawhai pretending he is a giraffe (with gumboots) and I got some evidence of Sarge's purr.

I'm looking forward to tomorrow. My nephew flies in from Australia for his auntie's 50th birthday celebrations. I haven't seen him since early 2007. Tawhai will get to meet his only other maternal first cousin for the second time.

PART THE THIRD  - ROCK N ROLL WITH ME
This is fucking long. It’s my blog and I’ll ramble if I want to.
If you want to view photos, you can do so on my farcebook or the 666 myspace
http://www.myspace.com/aotearoa666

Despite ordering me to bed on the early hours of Saturday morning, Branka got up  and cooked me some eggs. No sign of wedding bells yet but unfertilised eggs in the morning is always a good sign.  Saturday was spent sewing a nun’s wimple and veil for Branka, which I finished in record time (four hours). Then get ready, load up the car and get to the venue before I hyperventilated myself into a total wreck. I had the shakes something chronic, something that usually happens when I get my nervous on.

I got to the Adelaide at 5.30pm.
No need for a paper bag (lady) now. Black Chrome, Shut the Hell Up + Craig, the PA guy and Black Lick were all there. Hugs all round and then it was present time. (I usually have a bag of tricks to give to my denim troops that have helped me put on the show you see). Setting up, getting dressed in the toilets, catching up with people and waiting. One of the earliest lessons you learn about rock n roll is the waiting. I forgot the Scrabble board though, something reading tour diaries by The Mission should have taught me.
Black Chrome asked if they could play. At 6.30pm. Just so everyone could walk in later and we’d tell them they missed Deathpunkfest as we were packing up to go home.
You missed it! It was facking awesome!
( Back in Denim )

Part the Second - ROADGOTH
Finally after much agonising and waiting, DoublePenetrationFellatio week arrived. Tawhai went to stay with his grandfather (Thanks Dad!) and I’d made my goat horns, packed my sewing machine and lucky Kali Ma gig tin, several outfits and off I went.

My drive down sucked. The roads were shittier than usual leaving Gisborne and it seems to take forever to get out of the area. I had four tapes to listen to - Diamanda Gala’s You Must be Certain of the Devil (Welcome to the Holy Day!) just as I was crawling around the Devils Elbow. Fields of the fucking Nephilim’s Earth Inferno, as I passed by Watchman Road in Hawkes Bay. Then Within the Realm of a Dying Sun by Dead Can Dance just as the sun was lowering itself over the Manawatu Gorge.

Wait, that’s only 3 tapes you say. Very good my padawan learner! I didn’t bother listening to the Star Wars soundtrack I had. Star Wars ain’t much fun without Tawhai. I stopped in at Woodville to use the loos (previously experienced in February on the way to Wanganui), popped off some obscure text messages (the she-wolf is running across the plains) and continued on my merry way.
( more more more )

Well, considering I declared how very much I still love MJ a little while ago it's only fitting that I should write something about his passing today.

It sucks. That's all I got.

Tonight I'm going to watch Homai Te Pakipaki at 8.30pm on Māori TV cos I heard along the grapevine that the HAATI NAATI will do an MJ song for the whānau.

Awesome.

Moe mai rā Michael Jackson.

This is how I will remember you best



[edit: Te Hamua ended up doing 'The Girl is Mine' it was wicked]

From creepingfeature

"Reply to this meme by yelling "Words!" and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your LJ and explain what they mean to you."
( high five )