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"The whole of the english empire was built on cups of tea and if you think i am going to war without one you are sadly mistaken my friend".

Been busy, been self inflicted, been about.

Had a few castings, had a few big nights, mix those two together and what do you get?... a green tinge and dishing out apologies like an underrated meal. i threw up at a pretty important casting, blamed it on catching bulimia from other models and...got a call back tomorrow, as well as another casting for some jeans jazz. I have had more pressing issues at hand and neglected this "career".

on another hand I think i may have been so out of it i posed nude for possibly a gay magazine...you win some you lose some. i just happen to be losing more than I'm winning.

back to syd town in due time, talks of overseas travel towards the end of the year.

Dont be a stranger...and i'll stop looking at you from your front lawn (nice curtains, match the furniture)

its business time

shooting in brisbane for marie claire was hell fun, flights food drinks accomodation all paid for. we laughed, we drank, we put tears in beers and there was some pretty incredible shots of some stunning gals'.

there was a bit of a room mix up where i had to stay on the 9th floor with the girl from denmark which is just...not on. i mean come on! having to share a room with a beautiful international model? not my idea of fun....(for all you blondes that is sarcasm, sarcasm meaning the opposite of what you said, like opposite day aka "your as pretty as the day i met you.....=you've let yourself go"

My next little project is shooting for Kiss Chasey (the band...not the game, fun game tho).

"where the bloody hell are ya?"

off to queensland this morning shooting for Marie Claire's birthday issue as their numero uno man...theme-par-tay! working with a pretty sweet mother licking crew.

3days on the goldcoast then back to melb then back to syd then plans to go overseas.

i found narnia

i was filling in doing house painting and fell off the roof the other day and for...7(?)minutes i thought i was in narnia...i wasnt...i was in a flower bed making a dirt angel and i didnt have a cup of tea with mr tumness..i had mild anxiety and a tulip bulb in my spine

i see a red door and i want it painted black

So i had to smeagle my way back to melbourne last week as i was on my last legs.

My brother picked me up asking what my plans were... i told him

"the cornerstone of the english empire was built on cups of tea, lets go to a cafe and figure something out"

and we did.

I had a few castings down here, one for a bridal thingy and they gave us a questionaire "address: currently couch surfing" previous bridal experience: "no..but my sister got married and i learnt...pase yourself.. just because its free doesn't mean you wont pay for it in the morning"

met a girl (had a cup of tea) and safe to say i can use the L word..i'm deeply in lust! she may or may not be a model but she sure as hell is out of my league. two weeks in melb, dig up some scratch on the old work sites, a brush in my hand and a boss on my back.

then back to sydney with a box of earl grey and a brand new plan.

troubles got a new friend

well i think it was batmans dad that said "why do we fall son?"

young bruce "so we can pick ourselves up"

insert cheesy smile...and cut

so after having no money and no place to live, i did what any sane man would do... barely anything. I worked a night in a bar where (looking back it might have been a gay-bar) used the money to buy a ticket back to melbourne where i have a Lee/Wrangler casting tomoro and laboring on job sites for a two weeks.

then back to sydney, find a uni, pretend I'm a student and get cheap accomodation.

from bad...to worse...to Goudswaard

i'm in the latest issue of spook mag and... well i dont really care too much about that at the moment, i have more on my plate (not in the literal sense, i'm fucking starving)

here's the play-by-play;

Do a shoot... wait for pay (pay means food, a roof over your head, general well being and quality of life)

Do a shoot...wait for pay

wait for pay

no pay

no place to live (haven't made rent cant afford a new bond on a place either)

no food

no way of gettign abck to melbourne, looking as of tues to sleep on the streets of sydney with my Lowes enviromentally friendly bags full of all my possessions. so where does that leave me?

waiting for pay. homeless, hungry and broke... i'm surprised all the girls aren't queuing up