tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20290581649564471832024-03-04T23:31:09.412-08:00A thoughtful drive homeTomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11044213594974009623noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029058164956447183.post-12716584332891381512009-01-28T00:02:00.000-08:002009-01-28T00:04:07.376-08:00trusty old six string<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBPlvm6y8ML70eCwcjuz2bHfTFGIZa741Qg-4voWLG9WmpKbL-7Q2Y22FeQIra7lq4HSDnE4-eUwI7_SFWQ5mdzEAw-fr1kKlP_fR4xQtkY7WD7OzrRPQjJdiBK1yK7WnZGCbM00KoouXc/s1600-h/others+5.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBPlvm6y8ML70eCwcjuz2bHfTFGIZa741Qg-4voWLG9WmpKbL-7Q2Y22FeQIra7lq4HSDnE4-eUwI7_SFWQ5mdzEAw-fr1kKlP_fR4xQtkY7WD7OzrRPQjJdiBK1yK7WnZGCbM00KoouXc/s400/others+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" 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lens reflex<p>i revisited the 1674 or so photos i took in europe this afternoon. memories. i have selected a few that i thought showed the places and things i saw well.</p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Zkto38p0dBwwFLC7UaEqJBXArx6nm3pxgevQtwALM-w2S1HYNI3J3gSTaEu_knongb0e7Ry-vk4d75tRqH-36xtdbR6dLFjyPaZlWJVGph9AHlZHLR9QtbKWuCR3UFc37P3x3cOYMq80/s1600-h/paris+34.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Zkto38p0dBwwFLC7UaEqJBXArx6nm3pxgevQtwALM-w2S1HYNI3J3gSTaEu_knongb0e7Ry-vk4d75tRqH-36xtdbR6dLFjyPaZlWJVGph9AHlZHLR9QtbKWuCR3UFc37P3x3cOYMq80/s400/paris+34.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296234948705845090" /></a><br /></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcK6cwEDGmDYtsj86XQFWnz4J-jNYvRDPXzPTPKMflJ4wsrcCmGNnFqDXiFr5JTj0FfqHdWOJWvpbzELAl2TzE41Sz5jspqYlES3aWtZWy3FaijfTd-b3tBcNUs4VvrxLw5nXfSn_XaGt4/s400/venice+196.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296231561839663970" /></a></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9H5ceeGqBQ0GZaLV_YmaY2or3IYYSLMAE3zlNosgwiNRmyOGis1doJxZkgau2Wzeb6LCCnBX8H6ctCeV2EePZFDuyMfrXsZRppZzT6LRzaV2ritx0oHtZIbjZ21CbpnhVTgxafC3uFcF7/s1600-h/venice+202.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9H5ceeGqBQ0GZaLV_YmaY2or3IYYSLMAE3zlNosgwiNRmyOGis1doJxZkgau2Wzeb6LCCnBX8H6ctCeV2EePZFDuyMfrXsZRppZzT6LRzaV2ritx0oHtZIbjZ21CbpnhVTgxafC3uFcF7/s400/venice+202.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296231563732466194" /></a></p>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11044213594974009623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029058164956447183.post-6501233530124702342009-01-27T00:20:00.000-08:002009-01-31T05:50:53.665-08:00place and timewhilst browsing the interwebs i came across my good friend mr walls blog. i noticed a picture that he posted, and thought to myself i have the same photo as that. it occured to me that time and place altough not linked to each other, co exsist with each other in a wierd but wonderful way. i found myself thinking that although i was in paris a number of months after alex, that i had walked the same roads, followed the same steps as him without ever knowing. who are you following.<p><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt3ejh3AZUlaW9RRCVGBB6fR6wPC6g0PPSAe3u-DTX32HpjwagVPRuSlItTII33LmYBaiZHNG3UedbW_MXw7IB0iMDqT1f4XcVj34yl0DD4AwSx-MXXGFvm92V4vwr63M3saSwlpXx0uud/s320/tower.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295886935819311010" /></p>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11044213594974009623noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029058164956447183.post-8880943344461337342009-01-03T03:42:00.000-08:002009-01-03T03:46:18.479-08:00last night i sat down with my trusty guitar and started to play. i played a song i wrote a long time ago, the first song i ever wrote. the thing is the song never had lyrics. but i liked it that way, i knew that one day music would find lyrics and all would be complete. now about a year ago i wrote a song, about a girl, a girl who meant alot to me. a girl who didnt see it. i wrote the song with no music, just lyrics. a few nights ago i started to play, and the two merged. and seemed to mesh perfectly together. last night i sat down and rewrote some of the song, i hope she doesnt mind.<br /><br /><br />She makes me happy, she makes me sad<br />Makes me angry, and she makes me mad<br />She makes everything much better<br />Brings me the sunshine and good weather<br />makes me wish I had never met her<br />Because I love her so<br />And I cant stand to let her go<br /><br />You don’t even understand<br />Take this song with a grain of sand<br />As a testament of what you mean<br />And all the magic dreams you bring<br />All the love that went unshown<br />Because with you I feel at home.<br /><br />She makes me cry, when she says goodbye<br />Rips my heart out, makes me die<br />five years ago, she stole the show<br />Like a tree from a seed,<br />she’s made me grow<br />More than she will<br /> ever know.<br />Because I love her so,<br />and I know,<br />I have to let her go…<br /><br />You don’t even understand<br />Take this song with a grain of sand<br />As a testament of what you mean<br />And all the magic dreams you bring<br />All the love that went unshown<br />Because with you I feel at home.<br /><br />Oh god she makes this hard.<br />When everything I’ve ever loved<br />is in her heart<br />It’s to those days that stretched to night<br />With her lying in my arms, and those nights<br />she turned to day her eyes turning darkness light<br /><br />Why can’t we stay this way forever<br />Forever like this we’ll stay<br />But its hard when I can never find<br />Just the right words to say<br />To you….<br /><br />You never even understood<br />I did everything that I could<br />All I wanted was to show you what you mean<br />And all the magic dreams that you bring<br />All the love that went unshown<br />Because with you I felt at home.<br /><br /><br />yeah its all soppy and shit. there is a moral to the story,<br />chicks dont dig songs about them, chicks dig backflipsTomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11044213594974009623noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029058164956447183.post-1379972234746067852009-01-01T02:10:00.000-08:002009-01-01T02:43:18.166-08:00momentswe do not remember days...... we remember moments. <div><br /></div><div>a quote that i remember reading a while ago, it just came to me how true those words are. there are so many moments that i would love to know when or what date they took place. but its the moment you remember long after the day goes from yesterday to last month maybe even to last year. these moments are easily recalled but the days in which they take place are not. </div><div><br /></div><div>my journal will have its first entry tonight. ive procrastinated about it enough now, and i have overcome my fear of messing it up. with the logic that it will only be myself and maybe a few select individuals that will ever see the paper that i write upon. i guess the fact that simonne seems dissapointed in the fact i havent used it yet also may have influenced me a little as well. but i feel there is no better day to start a journal than on the first day of a new year, start a fresh, set goals, let go.</div><div><br /></div><div>song most played today: the astronaut - something corporate</div><div><br /></div><div>last song played on guitar: cute without the e - taking back sunday </div><div><br /></div><div>music that im digging: i bought leaving through the window album yesterday, it is the best album ever recorded, if you dont have it get it.</div><div><br /></div><div>fav quote recently heard: well its obvious really.</div><div><br /></div><div>thoughts: worked over from today, sort of strange feeling going on at the moment. </div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11044213594974009623noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029058164956447183.post-60247935421355337352008-12-28T04:44:00.000-08:002008-12-28T05:40:00.215-08:00<p>alright the other day i decided to go for a drive when i realised i had nothing to do and i was sick of aimlessly walking around my house. so basically i ended up at the spit. which was surprisingly cool. </p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj87edr2mvAKTja5dlClGbxmxYxUe9jYie-oz2OI0vBtSTPYKH24ILru4vxUxkB7n6ox59xMxHP62j09sxOXFHblarnzh6yyheIJy_boF5aTcvI_PSHQSYlWWrywpklKC4PZll4xstkDBmF/s1600-h/others+45.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj87edr2mvAKTja5dlClGbxmxYxUe9jYie-oz2OI0vBtSTPYKH24ILru4vxUxkB7n6ox59xMxHP62j09sxOXFHblarnzh6yyheIJy_boF5aTcvI_PSHQSYlWWrywpklKC4PZll4xstkDBmF/s320/others+45.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284822739328295522" /></a><br /></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2W7G8vScQjMYRvn1tMdSkK-gMQnHXf7s-fdmNb0QUQlS-nre-h9kWjLKxfo6bNuiEmASjqByP6IecigUckry5HFjXKzKf1xxnKOwDHp40RL0_cfdAaX7SvshEaPu0JqUhigUksFynJUt5/s1600-h/others+44.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2W7G8vScQjMYRvn1tMdSkK-gMQnHXf7s-fdmNb0QUQlS-nre-h9kWjLKxfo6bNuiEmASjqByP6IecigUckry5HFjXKzKf1xxnKOwDHp40RL0_cfdAaX7SvshEaPu0JqUhigUksFynJUt5/s320/others+44.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284822739170012898" /></a><p>basically i ended up writing some shit, which may or may not be any good. but it was inspired by my surrondings. a good friend of mine recently told me one way or another, that the good the bad and the ugly all deserve a place to stay... so here it is.</p><p align="left">she's sick of her life</p><p align="left">sick of her friends</p><p align="left">that she though had meant</p><p align="left">so much more than this</p><p align="left">well she though wrong</p><p align="left"></p><p align="left">she climbs in her car</p><p align="left">tank almost dry</p><p align="left">the pulls out the drive</p><p align="left">trying not to cry</p><p align="left">the knows that she can make it</p><p align="left">on this one way trip</p><p align="left"></p><p align="left">she runs</p><p align="left">runs to the ocean</p><p align="left">and she dives</p><p align="left">dives in with her clothes on</p><p align="left">she lets the salt </p><p align="left">wash away the tears</p><p align="left">all this pain</p><p align="left">all these fears</p><p align="left"></p><p align="left">he knocks on her door</p><p align="left">hoping he made it</p><p align="left">he finds a note</p><p align="left">left before him</p><p align="left">he knows he is to late to help her</p><p align="left">but he had his chance</p><p align="left"></p><p align="left">the note that she left him</p><p align="left">sits with a loaded gun</p><p align="left">he wants to stop reading </p><p align="left">its already begun</p><p align="left">the cold metal runs along his finger tips</p><p align="left">put this between your lips</p><p align="left">pull the trigger </p><p align="left">go on i dare you</p><p align="left">pull the trigger </p><p align="left">go on i dare you</p><p align="left"></p><p align="left">and she swims</p><p align="left">she doesnt look back</p><p align="left">the drained from her clothes</p><p align="left">like faded memories</p><p align="left">and she swims</p><p align="left">she wont ever go back</p><p align="left">she is finally free</p><p align="left">from her broken dreams</p><p align="left"></p><p align="left">so run</p><p align="left">run to the ocean</p><p align="left">dive in with your clothes on</p><p align="left">let the salt burn your eyes </p><p align="left">and wash away the tears</p><p align="left">as it takes way the pain</p><p align="left">as it takes away your fears</p><p align="left">run to the ocean.</p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left">yeah</p><p align="left">song most played today: globes and maps - something corporate<br /><br />last song played on guitar: heroine - something corporate<br /><br />music that im digging: songs or silent movies<br /><br />favourite quote i recently read or heard: i wont quote it all, but the first page of my journal was written by simonne, it is amazing.<br /><br />thoughts: stoked on sizzler giving me free meal vouchers because they are slack as hell. thinking about what im gonna do tomorrow, maybe head out on the water, not sure. see what people are up to i guess.<br /><br /></p>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11044213594974009623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029058164956447183.post-12787582915382781252008-12-28T04:28:00.000-08:002008-12-28T04:31:19.296-08:00a blog of my own.so for christmas my dear friend simonne gave me a journal, which will kind of place this blog on the backburner for my own personal thoughts, which is most probably a good thing, as i will not bore the shit out of everyone (if anyone actually reads this anyways). i havent actually written in my journal yet as i have no idea what to write, i always have shit on my mind, so i dont know where to start. anyways i will update this sucker later on tonight with some rad stuff.Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11044213594974009623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029058164956447183.post-1585283772996663222008-12-23T03:36:00.001-08:002008-12-23T05:09:49.873-08:00one year ago tonight<p>so ive been thinking alot lately that i need some form of routine in my life, so ive decided each time i update this thing, i will follow a routine. or at least after i have written whatever is on my mind i will include a few questions, which will be the same each time i update, just to keep track of whats going on. </p><p>ok so exactly one year ago today, give or take a few hours, something happened, something so unexpected yet strangely familiar, pleasant yet awkward, so wrong but it felt right.</p><p>this event directly influenced my life this year greatly. it made it so so much better and yet it made this year so bad at times that i felt like there was nothing else, i found myself wandering around aimlessly for hours until i finally would get so worked up that i would go try and do something stupid on my bike or whatever else i could find to scare the shit out of myself, or ended up broken and hurt. i didnt mind either way. so sometimes i ended up massively depressed, but on the other hand i at times i found myself so happy that nothing else mattered, i didnt care what was happening around me, whatever was troubling me the night before suddenly didnt matter to me, whatever i had on my mind was pushed out, i found these moments so addictive that i found myself unable to fulfil my need or better put my craving of it. the fact that i am a jealous piece of shit made that dealing with these times where usually when depression would come on. </p><p>although what happened this night took place a year ago, i remember it like it happened last week, yet what happened last week i cannot remember. i find myself on occasion thinking of what took place or more to the point what could have been. but it is better to try and push these thoughts out of your head, dwelling on the past never does anyone any good. so now i look to the new year with a hope, a hope for a new freedom, freedom from the thoughts that constantly haunt me. i try and try to move, to something better, something less painful, something that will help me in the times that i do think back, but until then i find myself here reflecting on this year. a year i have grown so much mentally that i hardly recognise myself anymore. the year has come and gone so fast that i take the time now to answer a few self deprived questions about this year. </p><p> top 5 most listened to songs on this year -</p><ol><li>konstantine. no explanation needed, played 159 times on ipod alone, which equals 1 day 4 hours of the song</li><li>down. amazing song, only started to listen to it alot more a few weeks ago, but at the start of the year i overplayed it. played 142 times. </li><li>never knew. i heard this song in simonnes car one time, and i went home and found it, i listened to it the next day 62 times... all up this year 121</li><li>walking by. breathtakingly good, i wish i listened to it more thesedays. played just over 100 times.</li><li>seventy times 7. this was the song that got me through shit. just under 100 times.</li></ol><p>top 5 artists/ bands of the year</p><ol><li>Jack's Mannequin. andrews new album is the most amazing thing i have ever listened to. it has single handedly changed my outlook on everything in life.</li><li>something corporate. andrews old stuff is just as good. memories</li><li>brand new. i can thank erin for this one. jesse is good but cant touch andrew. </li><li>modest mouse. its modest mouse enough said</li><li>rise against. solid tunes.</li></ol><p>top 5 new bands of the year, for me anyways.</p><ol><li>brand new. once again erin showed me there stuff and it rules.</li><li>the rocket summer. simonne showed me bryce, and he is awesome.</li><li>city and colour. dallas is amazing</li><li>vampire weekend. rad tunes for rad people</li><li>treaty of paris. andrew signed these guys to his label. so i signed them to my ipod. </li></ol><p>best night of the year</p><p>there was a night in january or early feb that was amazing for its own reason, but um i would say maybe city and colour at soundwaves, or a stoop night.</p><p><br />best day <br /> anyday that i was not caring for anything was a good one. i dont think i could narrow it down. any day spent wakeboarding is always chill. soundwave was a awesome day. so many to pick</p><p>best experience.</p><p>europe for sure. so much to take in its not funny.</p><p></p><p>im not sure what else to ask myself. so now to what will be my routine questions. more may be added. </p><p>last song listened to: down - soco</p><p>song most played today: fall - soco</p><p>last song played on guitar: pete murray - so beautiful.</p><p>music that im digging: pete murray</p><p>favourite quote i recently read or heard: "this is like... sexy hot. it feels very sexy in here." "i hope that 100 of your go home tonight and have sex. or 200 or 400. oh hell i hope ALL of you go home tonight and have sex. and think of me when you do." Andrew McMahon</p><p>thoughts: getting pretty tired. i wish that i didnt have to work tomorrow, and i want to get rid of my jealousy of everything.</p><p><br /><br /><br /></p>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11044213594974009623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029058164956447183.post-4509693068846396452008-12-19T16:47:00.000-08:002008-12-19T16:53:21.146-08:00clint eastwood.Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11044213594974009623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2029058164956447183.post-57894561538367616062008-12-19T16:44:00.000-08:002008-12-19T16:47:38.329-08:00lets start this shit.so basically lets start off by saying <div>www.flickr.com/tomoneill1 </div><div> check that shit out if your bored sometime... not much is happening at the moment but when cool stuff goes down, it will be up here.</div>Tomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11044213594974009623noreply@blogger.com0