Thursday, April 22, 2010
To be or not to be? I say 42.
Post no. 84
Rhymes with more, chore, whore, score, bore, lore, fore, core, door, shore etc.
Sometime days seems like a chore of rinse and repeat. Luckily there are more things in my day lately and it seems like a chore of finding enough time to do it all in. What a change. What a drastic change. And at such a late stage. Thankfully not too late. Although an accident could change all that. Some slight of hand by Fate pulling that sleeve card out, with a smirk on its face. I'm sure Fate has cards. And a poker face. When you receive something someone has to give it up.
I had a pretty good two weeks' break and was able to experience a different world. The world of fandom is pretty cool and strangely alien. Working on an event over two weekends that held approximately 29,000 patrons and I processed, all by myself, over 600 patrons gave me more of a confidence boost and positive energy I have been desperately needing.
Some people live by take one step at a time and I am wishing I could do more by living by doing something each day that scares you. Not being in control is scary. Not understanding and not having the ability to communicate and be understood is scary. I think taking things a day at a time and experiencing the great spectrum of emotions our fragile beings are able to comprehend is amazing.
Funny, sickly defrag by watching a Bogart film and liking the investigator story. Loving the cinematography and the dialogue. The portrayal of women and foreigners is classic. If only my words could play out in real life with such absurd astuteness and accepted with no argument. Strange how human greed can bring people together but they are still selfish and alone.
Tired now. Must get some sleep before the sinuses start playing up again.
Rhymes with more, chore, whore, score, bore, lore, fore, core, door, shore etc.
Sometime days seems like a chore of rinse and repeat. Luckily there are more things in my day lately and it seems like a chore of finding enough time to do it all in. What a change. What a drastic change. And at such a late stage. Thankfully not too late. Although an accident could change all that. Some slight of hand by Fate pulling that sleeve card out, with a smirk on its face. I'm sure Fate has cards. And a poker face. When you receive something someone has to give it up.
I had a pretty good two weeks' break and was able to experience a different world. The world of fandom is pretty cool and strangely alien. Working on an event over two weekends that held approximately 29,000 patrons and I processed, all by myself, over 600 patrons gave me more of a confidence boost and positive energy I have been desperately needing.
Some people live by take one step at a time and I am wishing I could do more by living by doing something each day that scares you. Not being in control is scary. Not understanding and not having the ability to communicate and be understood is scary. I think taking things a day at a time and experiencing the great spectrum of emotions our fragile beings are able to comprehend is amazing.
Funny, sickly defrag by watching a Bogart film and liking the investigator story. Loving the cinematography and the dialogue. The portrayal of women and foreigners is classic. If only my words could play out in real life with such absurd astuteness and accepted with no argument. Strange how human greed can bring people together but they are still selfish and alone.
Tired now. Must get some sleep before the sinuses start playing up again.
Friday, August 14, 2009
What happened to '81?
Post number 83, however there was no post number 81...
Eightees. Eightys. 1908s. '80s.
So many with the same name as I in the world. I tried web searching* my name today. It happens that the name is very popular in Australia, has no country of origin, has no meaning and really isn't well favoured as a girls' name America.
*I'm refraining from the term Googling because it's like saying you want a Xerox when you really mean a photocopy
I once had a random email from a namesake in America, or Canadia? I forget. But she had contacted me as a namesake. Somehow, on the world wide web not too many years after it's spreading like a giant plague of viral attention seeking; I was online and net enabled through school to receive an email as I commonly used it for my email address.
I am not the first to have used my name backwards but have found that it's a name in Spain or something like that. Pretty weird but I did lack in investigating the origin of my backwards name and so no real fruitful evidence that it is, in fact, a non-english background name.
I thought of something really pedantic like putting my birth year in my email so that I can date stamp being me... Does that make sense? I think it does. But again, it would be a little weird as I acquired this name from my second parents. So perhaps the date stamp needs to be adjusted for the years I actually am my name, and not for the years I wasn't...
I very much feel that human beings are like droplets of rain. They come in masses. You don't always identify them because they are so many and indistinguishable. However, you notice if one falls on your head... :P
lol
And you also notice when they land on your car.
x2 lol
The path of a raindrop is pretty steady. Gravity pulls the precipitating bunch of hydrogen and oxygen molecules to the ground. Variations would be the gravity, wind factor, humidity, temperature and what's in its path. The little droplets converge upon meeting another to form a larger one, or sometimes they split paths as they trickle down the windscreen of your car. Others bead and cling to the pane of a window, spreading to obtain maximum surface and slowly dissipate as they are evaporated with heat.
Others become murkied with other elements as they crash and create mud, form small creeks in paddocks or puddles in the city that cars tend to splash upon you when turning a corner too speedily.
Pretty uneventful unless it's a flood or wave.
Sometimes the water freezes and become great ice land-forms, heaving through the ocean and growing and crushing.
Sometimes it's the size of golf balls or baseballs through roofs of homes or nurturing and providing much needed sustenance to plants and creatures.
Then...
All the water dries up or trickles away to fall another day.
Friday, July 17, 2009
I can't count...
Post number 82 by the blog-o-counter-of-all-things-bloginess
Gah! The number is quite a lot but too few for regular. Reflective of what you would call an elderly age however it is only a tiny amount of blog data that roams the wide world of interweb.
The old brain is still ticking away hard at things that would most commonly be dismissed as frivolous, uninteresting, trivial, not worth consider however the boredom tends to let it linger, dwell, stew, fester and take a negative turn to the sad and tender side of things. A bit like picking at a scab I'd say. The kind of scab that you remember that it hurt but can't remember the feeling and the blackness of the dried over wound lends to a feeling of itching and of course the repulsed attraction of removing the dead bit - sloughing an unsightly mark and feeling a sense of satisfaction before realising the realigned and new cells that it was protecting is as unsightly as the scab.
I sit laden with layers of doona and enjoy the warm comfort it brings on a cold cold night. Luckily it is a night without snow, a suburb without icy precipitation, a town without a flake. It's not really lucky. It isn't even with chance that there would be snow. Fanciful to think that I could be bounding away in the crunchy masses of white that seems to fall in winter in other regions of the world.
Le monde? Uchuu? Globe? A very large mass speckled with meatsacks that are perilously mortal. I wonder if god has a counter? Would it be that for every intake of breath something dies and every outtake of breath something lives a little counter, kind of like those ebay counters, would tick away, registering the meatsacks' speck of existence?
Brain capacity is not something that we meatsacks can boast about. I sit and ponder on things. Things that are silly and things that are not. My little mind boggles at the absurdity, at the hypocrisy, at the smell that is coming from the bin and how in the world some kind of decomposition could creat such an offensive, persisten odour for a couple of days. I think those moments could be my favourite if I were to be one to favour. My thoughts these days seem to be like a used teabag, left in a saucer for reuse later and kept in the fridge absorbing fridge taste.
Mmm. Meatsacks. Funny, tiny, sacky, bloaty, meatsacks trailing about the earth. I wonder what it would be like to be a MegaMeatsack. Like a Megafauna or Megaflora. I once had a dream about massive, MASSIVE, animals in the sea. It was a like a whole island or archaepeligo (spelling?) was swimming in azure seas, making the water look shallow and the trees tiny. Although perhaps there should have been massive trees in my dream to account for there being massive mega-sea-fauna.
I think that Megafauna would have desires too. Possibly to find the biggest item to eat or perhaps the largest mass of sea krill that their mouths could capture. Or perhaps they would be steady beasts that paddle their way through their existence. Give birth to little megafauna and then sink to the bottom of their shallow ocean and reenter the microcosm of megafauna ecology.
Is there someone who has read every blog on the internet? With the advent of microblogging on things such as twitter; use of networking web pages to update your status, is there someone who has read it all? Is there someone who daily sits and reads the amounts of brainfarts and digital articulations of the interweb meatsacks? Is there a blogger who is not a meatsack?
When is a meatsack not a meatsack? If small percentage of a percentage of a meatsack was still a meatsack and that other majority was not a meatsack but part of the meatsack would the meat still count? And if the meatsack is uploading to the interwebs is the interwebs becoming a meatsack?
Full of clutter.
*I want to cry*
Just want to push it all aside and turn it into a little pile.
*I want to cry*
Little, manageable piles of stuff.
*I want to cry*
Little, piles to fill my room.
*I want to cry*
Many, little piles.
*but my eyes are dry*
Sillly, meatsack, trix are for kids.
Gah! The number is quite a lot but too few for regular. Reflective of what you would call an elderly age however it is only a tiny amount of blog data that roams the wide world of interweb.
The old brain is still ticking away hard at things that would most commonly be dismissed as frivolous, uninteresting, trivial, not worth consider however the boredom tends to let it linger, dwell, stew, fester and take a negative turn to the sad and tender side of things. A bit like picking at a scab I'd say. The kind of scab that you remember that it hurt but can't remember the feeling and the blackness of the dried over wound lends to a feeling of itching and of course the repulsed attraction of removing the dead bit - sloughing an unsightly mark and feeling a sense of satisfaction before realising the realigned and new cells that it was protecting is as unsightly as the scab.
I sit laden with layers of doona and enjoy the warm comfort it brings on a cold cold night. Luckily it is a night without snow, a suburb without icy precipitation, a town without a flake. It's not really lucky. It isn't even with chance that there would be snow. Fanciful to think that I could be bounding away in the crunchy masses of white that seems to fall in winter in other regions of the world.
Le monde? Uchuu? Globe? A very large mass speckled with meatsacks that are perilously mortal. I wonder if god has a counter? Would it be that for every intake of breath something dies and every outtake of breath something lives a little counter, kind of like those ebay counters, would tick away, registering the meatsacks' speck of existence?
Brain capacity is not something that we meatsacks can boast about. I sit and ponder on things. Things that are silly and things that are not. My little mind boggles at the absurdity, at the hypocrisy, at the smell that is coming from the bin and how in the world some kind of decomposition could creat such an offensive, persisten odour for a couple of days. I think those moments could be my favourite if I were to be one to favour. My thoughts these days seem to be like a used teabag, left in a saucer for reuse later and kept in the fridge absorbing fridge taste.
Mmm. Meatsacks. Funny, tiny, sacky, bloaty, meatsacks trailing about the earth. I wonder what it would be like to be a MegaMeatsack. Like a Megafauna or Megaflora. I once had a dream about massive, MASSIVE, animals in the sea. It was a like a whole island or archaepeligo (spelling?) was swimming in azure seas, making the water look shallow and the trees tiny. Although perhaps there should have been massive trees in my dream to account for there being massive mega-sea-fauna.
I think that Megafauna would have desires too. Possibly to find the biggest item to eat or perhaps the largest mass of sea krill that their mouths could capture. Or perhaps they would be steady beasts that paddle their way through their existence. Give birth to little megafauna and then sink to the bottom of their shallow ocean and reenter the microcosm of megafauna ecology.
Is there someone who has read every blog on the internet? With the advent of microblogging on things such as twitter; use of networking web pages to update your status, is there someone who has read it all? Is there someone who daily sits and reads the amounts of brainfarts and digital articulations of the interweb meatsacks? Is there a blogger who is not a meatsack?
When is a meatsack not a meatsack? If small percentage of a percentage of a meatsack was still a meatsack and that other majority was not a meatsack but part of the meatsack would the meat still count? And if the meatsack is uploading to the interwebs is the interwebs becoming a meatsack?
Full of clutter.
*I want to cry*
Just want to push it all aside and turn it into a little pile.
*I want to cry*
Little, manageable piles of stuff.
*I want to cry*
Little, piles to fill my room.
*I want to cry*
Many, little piles.
*but my eyes are dry*
Sillly, meatsack, trix are for kids.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
I look at the world and I notice it's turning
Post number Ate Oh
Mayhem. Utter sheer mayhem. And then there's the goings on outside of my head!
This is my latest blog since last year, in ummm, May 2007 and I believe this to be my first post ever with pictures! So much has happened then. I bought a house with my partner and was residing with defacto-in-laws for a month. The new house has brought about a long awaited celebration of House Warming which we didn't really do in the last rental. Not much room. It was like House on Haunted Hill except it wasn't haunted; just really freakin cold. So glad to be out of that place. We now own the heater here. Well, a certain percentage due to the bank owning the other part of it. It's the biggest debt I've ever had and probably ever will. Unfortunately the cats don't pay rent - they don't even work to maintain their keep. But they give endless love :) and I would not want them catatutioning on the street late at night.
Holiday to Melbourne was sweet. It was a short trip but it was a good one. Stayed in a cute boutique hotel - Hotel Sophia. It had been an old pub I believe but they renovated it to be neat room style hotel. The space was enough and it really was only for storing our clothes and shopping and and other stuff like sleeping... So it was very very adequate. I didn't get to have Ramen but made sure that I ate some sushi.
Speaking of Sushi....visited the Aquarium because I love fish. It was the most beautiful and relaxing place to be and the creatures are so amazing when you can walk thru glass tunnels! Also I visited the zoo - yay! more animals! Got some good photos and tried to see everything but it was such a long walk around and needed to get back to the bus top in time to catch the right transfer back to the city. I can recommend going there even if it was a little ways out of the city because the butterfly enclosure was magical.
We also had tea out in a suburb with a friend who is local. Can't remember but I think we took a bus and it had lots of food places. Yummy pizza!! I also ate Thai in Chinatown and saw loads of poor little lobsters :( I shudder to think that people eat them when they are sat there waiting freshly in tanks to meet their doom! Respect to the animals you eat! Respect to the little lobster who gave it's nourishment! I didn't eat it but I figure you need to respect the animals and know where they came from before your plate because we no longer live in a world where it's a fair playing field of catch your own. I think if I ate red meat I would give up if I had to catch the cow myself... An awesome place that I went was Robot bar in a little alley way and it has a Japanese anime theme and sells sake. The drinks menu is fantastic.
http://www.robotsushi.com
Summer was Grand and mild for quite a while there until BAM - massive heat for the New Year. I thought my brain was going to fry. For a while there it did, and it was painful. Heat headaches are pretty bad but not half as bad as vomit migraines. Back to the heat. Spent a beautiful new years at a rural location and heralded 2008 under the stars. It was spacious land with rolling hills and a lovely view of the passing thunderstorm out yonder way away. And a chicken. Sangria and Water fights are a must for any New Years bash. I made it to the beach a couple of times however I got my tan from the 3 hot days over the New Years week -= unbelievable that I got my whole season tan in 3 days in Taswegia of all places.
Summer didn't last very long. Well, it did, but the glow of New Years happiness left pretty quickly after getting back. I had some fambily stuff to deal with and it took a lot out of me at the time. What goes around comes around and it's something that should have been resolved a long time ago but it's never the right time and you just go along about your business and time clocks up and nothing is ever fixed. And you're never the same person as you were before or will be. Funny. Humans are such amazing bio-machines. We burn fuel, excrete waste, can be set to task and purpose but it is so difficult to fix us on the inside. And you never know what's going on in there until you look.
The cooler months are now set upon us like a pitbull so Gardening is now my selected hobby. I don't do much of it tho. I think it's more rearranging and "putting" than actual gardening. Taking plants out, putting them in another place, failing to maintain their water levels, watching them die, overwatering, pulling out the dried yellowed remains, putting in new fresh seeds, finding nothing coming up, putting in new seedlings, watching them flower. My favourite is rearranging pot plants. Rearranging the plants inside them, transposing to bigger pots and also actually rearranging their locations in the garden. It's a fun way to make it look different. And I have to put the effort in now I can say it's my garden. I like it now that I have the Australian dream of a lawn. I enjoy watching my man go out on a weekend like all the other neighbours in our street to mow the grass.
What with the onset of the cooler months I have now had a blasted cold for too long. It started in April and went into May and then I had a sinus infection which was sooooo gross feeling and antibiotics I think takes all the goodness out of your tummy. I now have another which imposed on my holiday with my friend Boo. I hope to be over it very soon but it would probably take another while. I'm not so keen to take vitamin supplements as I believe the diet should adequately nourish any kind of requirements you need. I, on the other hand, do not adequately nourish myself for the requirements in the vitamins department and so should probably take supplements.
The highlights of my holiday with my good friend Boo was that we got to go to the Aquarium in Darling Harbour, saw loads of things for our short time at Supanova; Pop Culture convention and meeting some wonderful people. The Aquarium is one of my favourite stops in Sydney. I go every time I've been there so that makes it 4 times to Darling Harbour, 2 times to Manly. We did lots of walking and training and busing because we were not staying the city. Got to go to some good shops. It's fun to go shopping with girlfriends rather than boyfriends because I didn't feel so guilty going into super girly girl stores and then lumping boyf with shopping bags as I try to fumble with my purse.
Supanova was pretty fantastic, one of the main reasons to go to Sydney, and was very fun. I did cosplay on Saturday as Dangermouse however was feeling pretty poorly and the eyepatch, no peripheral vision and woosiness did make for a very very surreal personal experience. Saw the best cosplay teams ever! The Eva Unit 1 and Zeruel and also the Dr Who Drs and Cap'n Jack :) Got some cute things whilst in Sydney - shopping is the other reason I wanted to go to Sydney. Got a Ragnarok Poring, some cute nail gems so I could be all girly and pretty feeling, and a comic book Lenore the Cute Little Dead Girl.
http://www.supanova.com.au/
I guess my favourite part was meeting so many people! Got loads of pictures of cosplayers and some of the event. Met Boo's rellies which were so nice and kind and sweet! And a gorgeous boxer puppy who woke me up by stomping all over me and then making up for it with kisses ^_^ I sadly didn't get a picture of us all to take home :( Also met the people who run Supanova and make the magic happen. They are a bunch of amazing and dedicated people who did a fabulous job of the event. Supanova is still evolving to be better and brighter each year so I'll be very keen to keep going to their other venues each year ^_^ Got to see some acquaintances that I met last time I was in Sydney. They so friendly and adorable! At the party or rather soiree I met some lovely people that also attended Supanova. They were fantastic hostesses and it was such a civilised do unlike the Tasmanian bashes I'm used to... only joking! It was the nicest party I've been to since Boo's party for Lex.
The scariest part of the trip was that I was sick for all weekend! Boo was unwell before we left and began improving over the weekend however I was struck on Thursday night with the terrible lurgy and eventually felt nauseous all Friday day and night at the opening night of the convention. It was a very VERY long train ride back to where we were staying and I was discreetly sick frequently along the way for 2 hours on an empty belly. An ambulance was called after I collapsed at the last station and they gave me some no-spew drug before wheeling me away to the hospital where it wasn't until another 5 hours til I exited all pepped up on saline. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to my wonderful friend who helped me and fed me tissues to catch the spew and THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to my wonderful boyfriend who took a $120 silver service cab to hoon to my side. My ambulance experiences have all be horrifyingly memorable and serious and I don't ever want to have an episode where an ambulance is needed again. Funniest part of the evening was when I was asked by the doctor attending me whether I had been "bingeing".
The weirdest part of the trip was seeing a sign at the train station that said "kiss & ride". The signpost had a couple of icons representing a bus stop, taxi stop, train stop with corresponding arrows. One of the icons was "Kiss & Ride" with the exact text below and an arrow pointing toward the road. The most hilarious thing about it was being a tourist and the picture showing a stylised car and a person with one arm on the car and kinda leaning towards it. Now, one must imagine this was a Transport department official signage and that the icon didn't represent soliciting kisses for rides from the pavement to random cars that stop there... I am not one to imagine clean good old common sense explanation from a "Kiss & Ride" sign. I have now been informed by my co-traveller that it was a drop off point for drivers wanting to temporarily park to drop people off to the station - like you're needing to travel to the station, getting hubby to drop you off and you lean into the car and give them a smooch bye-bye and they drive away. There is a little confusion coming from within me with the practicality of the named sign and the imagery with it. Perhaps Drop-off point would be appropriate. Or 2 Mins parking like at airports. Thank goodness we stayed skeptical about the sign and didn't come to any conclusions about what it represented otherwise we may have been inappropriately getting lifts home...
Latest crazes on the cards is makeup and bargains. I'm again going thru a makeup phase but this time budget is tight. I've been making up a rule of "if it's $10 or under I can has it if I wants it". My latest fads are Mirenesse cosmetics and their free products and specials. They have free full size make up for only the cost of shipping - That's well plastic! And my other makeup fad is Asian skincare and makeup, Sana products, Shiseido japanese releases and Kose colour cosmetics. One shop that I found whilst away in Sydney was Aka Cosmetics in Market City which is all shiny and full of beautiful asian skincare products and makeup. I didn't have the brain or the stamina to investigate the shop properly whilst sick but found it on the interwebs and will find out if they do postal orders ^_^ My other neat bargain box find was a shop called Missha which is a Korean chain that have outlets here in Australia, mores specifically the QVB in Sydney. Shiny store with cute makeup and cute nailpolishes which I will have to order as they are bargains at about $1 each when on sale.
The items that I am currently using are the Innoxa skincare range as they are Cruelty Free products against animal testing and use mostly natural ingredients. The other items that I would like to get is Diva skincare which is fully natural Vegetarian skincare and makeup! WOW! All of their products contain good ingredients that do not contain animal products, no lanolin and no cruelty! So it's not putting animal products on your face and some poor lab animal didn't suffer because we want beautifying products. Yay for vegetarian products!
I've had lots of neato little ideas. Hahahah. Neato. Strange word. This year I hope to have a passport to go travelling overseas! The high seas and the high skies call unto me to explore, eat and mingle in foreign lands! Meanwhile half the year has passed my intentions are firmly glued to my butt which is firmly placed on a seat nowhere near my passport application form or a pen... Also this year I want to do an art page! Ambitious, colourful, cute, expressive, crazy, beautiful, melancholic would be the theme. Basically an online scrap book of illustration based artwork. Main inspirations have been online shops like my friend has on Etsy and also the other artists who make wonderful works and share them with the interwebizens. Spare room needs to be cleaned up a little more so that there is floor space to sort out more locations for putting in a new bookshelf. All of our lovely books are stored in our yucky garage instead of inside to fill my head with words. Also it'd be nice to get some more space for making sewing stuff. I've made many bebe blankets lately and there are still some more to come. My other ambition is to make some clothing out of the $100 worth of $2xmetre fabric that I have collected but not yet used.
Whew! SO much in this blog! As always there will be better days ahead and some more bloggings eventually :) Six months until the end of the year and I have a bit on my plate to get ahead on. Twill be enjoyable nonetheless.
Mayhem. Utter sheer mayhem. And then there's the goings on outside of my head!
This is my latest blog since last year, in ummm, May 2007 and I believe this to be my first post ever with pictures! So much has happened then. I bought a house with my partner and was residing with defacto-in-laws for a month. The new house has brought about a long awaited celebration of House Warming which we didn't really do in the last rental. Not much room. It was like House on Haunted Hill except it wasn't haunted; just really freakin cold. So glad to be out of that place. We now own the heater here. Well, a certain percentage due to the bank owning the other part of it. It's the biggest debt I've ever had and probably ever will. Unfortunately the cats don't pay rent - they don't even work to maintain their keep. But they give endless love :) and I would not want them catatutioning on the street late at night.
Holiday to Melbourne was sweet. It was a short trip but it was a good one. Stayed in a cute boutique hotel - Hotel Sophia. It had been an old pub I believe but they renovated it to be neat room style hotel. The space was enough and it really was only for storing our clothes and shopping and and other stuff like sleeping... So it was very very adequate. I didn't get to have Ramen but made sure that I ate some sushi.
Speaking of Sushi....visited the Aquarium because I love fish. It was the most beautiful and relaxing place to be and the creatures are so amazing when you can walk thru glass tunnels! Also I visited the zoo - yay! more animals! Got some good photos and tried to see everything but it was such a long walk around and needed to get back to the bus top in time to catch the right transfer back to the city. I can recommend going there even if it was a little ways out of the city because the butterfly enclosure was magical.
We also had tea out in a suburb with a friend who is local. Can't remember but I think we took a bus and it had lots of food places. Yummy pizza!! I also ate Thai in Chinatown and saw loads of poor little lobsters :( I shudder to think that people eat them when they are sat there waiting freshly in tanks to meet their doom! Respect to the animals you eat! Respect to the little lobster who gave it's nourishment! I didn't eat it but I figure you need to respect the animals and know where they came from before your plate because we no longer live in a world where it's a fair playing field of catch your own. I think if I ate red meat I would give up if I had to catch the cow myself... An awesome place that I went was Robot bar in a little alley way and it has a Japanese anime theme and sells sake. The drinks menu is fantastic.
http://www.robotsushi.com
Summer was Grand and mild for quite a while there until BAM - massive heat for the New Year. I thought my brain was going to fry. For a while there it did, and it was painful. Heat headaches are pretty bad but not half as bad as vomit migraines. Back to the heat. Spent a beautiful new years at a rural location and heralded 2008 under the stars. It was spacious land with rolling hills and a lovely view of the passing thunderstorm out yonder way away. And a chicken. Sangria and Water fights are a must for any New Years bash. I made it to the beach a couple of times however I got my tan from the 3 hot days over the New Years week -= unbelievable that I got my whole season tan in 3 days in Taswegia of all places.
Summer didn't last very long. Well, it did, but the glow of New Years happiness left pretty quickly after getting back. I had some fambily stuff to deal with and it took a lot out of me at the time. What goes around comes around and it's something that should have been resolved a long time ago but it's never the right time and you just go along about your business and time clocks up and nothing is ever fixed. And you're never the same person as you were before or will be. Funny. Humans are such amazing bio-machines. We burn fuel, excrete waste, can be set to task and purpose but it is so difficult to fix us on the inside. And you never know what's going on in there until you look.
The cooler months are now set upon us like a pitbull so Gardening is now my selected hobby. I don't do much of it tho. I think it's more rearranging and "putting" than actual gardening. Taking plants out, putting them in another place, failing to maintain their water levels, watching them die, overwatering, pulling out the dried yellowed remains, putting in new fresh seeds, finding nothing coming up, putting in new seedlings, watching them flower. My favourite is rearranging pot plants. Rearranging the plants inside them, transposing to bigger pots and also actually rearranging their locations in the garden. It's a fun way to make it look different. And I have to put the effort in now I can say it's my garden. I like it now that I have the Australian dream of a lawn. I enjoy watching my man go out on a weekend like all the other neighbours in our street to mow the grass.
What with the onset of the cooler months I have now had a blasted cold for too long. It started in April and went into May and then I had a sinus infection which was sooooo gross feeling and antibiotics I think takes all the goodness out of your tummy. I now have another which imposed on my holiday with my friend Boo. I hope to be over it very soon but it would probably take another while. I'm not so keen to take vitamin supplements as I believe the diet should adequately nourish any kind of requirements you need. I, on the other hand, do not adequately nourish myself for the requirements in the vitamins department and so should probably take supplements.
The highlights of my holiday with my good friend Boo was that we got to go to the Aquarium in Darling Harbour, saw loads of things for our short time at Supanova; Pop Culture convention and meeting some wonderful people. The Aquarium is one of my favourite stops in Sydney. I go every time I've been there so that makes it 4 times to Darling Harbour, 2 times to Manly. We did lots of walking and training and busing because we were not staying the city. Got to go to some good shops. It's fun to go shopping with girlfriends rather than boyfriends because I didn't feel so guilty going into super girly girl stores and then lumping boyf with shopping bags as I try to fumble with my purse.
Supanova was pretty fantastic, one of the main reasons to go to Sydney, and was very fun. I did cosplay on Saturday as Dangermouse however was feeling pretty poorly and the eyepatch, no peripheral vision and woosiness did make for a very very surreal personal experience. Saw the best cosplay teams ever! The Eva Unit 1 and Zeruel and also the Dr Who Drs and Cap'n Jack :) Got some cute things whilst in Sydney - shopping is the other reason I wanted to go to Sydney. Got a Ragnarok Poring, some cute nail gems so I could be all girly and pretty feeling, and a comic book Lenore the Cute Little Dead Girl.http://www.supanova.com.au/
I guess my favourite part was meeting so many people! Got loads of pictures of cosplayers and some of the event. Met Boo's rellies which were so nice and kind and sweet! And a gorgeous boxer puppy who woke me up by stomping all over me and then making up for it with kisses ^_^ I sadly didn't get a picture of us all to take home :( Also met the people who run Supanova and make the magic happen. They are a bunch of amazing and dedicated people who did a fabulous job of the event. Supanova is still evolving to be better and brighter each year so I'll be very keen to keep going to their other venues each year ^_^ Got to see some acquaintances that I met last time I was in Sydney. They so friendly and adorable! At the party or rather soiree I met some lovely people that also attended Supanova. They were fantastic hostesses and it was such a civilised do unlike the Tasmanian bashes I'm used to... only joking! It was the nicest party I've been to since Boo's party for Lex.The scariest part of the trip was that I was sick for all weekend! Boo was unwell before we left and began improving over the weekend however I was struck on Thursday night with the terrible lurgy and eventually felt nauseous all Friday day and night at the opening night of the convention. It was a very VERY long train ride back to where we were staying and I was discreetly sick frequently along the way for 2 hours on an empty belly. An ambulance was called after I collapsed at the last station and they gave me some no-spew drug before wheeling me away to the hospital where it wasn't until another 5 hours til I exited all pepped up on saline. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to my wonderful friend who helped me and fed me tissues to catch the spew and THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to my wonderful boyfriend who took a $120 silver service cab to hoon to my side. My ambulance experiences have all be horrifyingly memorable and serious and I don't ever want to have an episode where an ambulance is needed again. Funniest part of the evening was when I was asked by the doctor attending me whether I had been "bingeing".
The weirdest part of the trip was seeing a sign at the train station that said "kiss & ride". The signpost had a couple of icons representing a bus stop, taxi stop, train stop with corresponding arrows. One of the icons was "Kiss & Ride" with the exact text below and an arrow pointing toward the road. The most hilarious thing about it was being a tourist and the picture showing a stylised car and a person with one arm on the car and kinda leaning towards it. Now, one must imagine this was a Transport department official signage and that the icon didn't represent soliciting kisses for rides from the pavement to random cars that stop there... I am not one to imagine clean good old common sense explanation from a "Kiss & Ride" sign. I have now been informed by my co-traveller that it was a drop off point for drivers wanting to temporarily park to drop people off to the station - like you're needing to travel to the station, getting hubby to drop you off and you lean into the car and give them a smooch bye-bye and they drive away. There is a little confusion coming from within me with the practicality of the named sign and the imagery with it. Perhaps Drop-off point would be appropriate. Or 2 Mins parking like at airports. Thank goodness we stayed skeptical about the sign and didn't come to any conclusions about what it represented otherwise we may have been inappropriately getting lifts home...Latest crazes on the cards is makeup and bargains. I'm again going thru a makeup phase but this time budget is tight. I've been making up a rule of "if it's $10 or under I can has it if I wants it". My latest fads are Mirenesse cosmetics and their free products and specials. They have free full size make up for only the cost of shipping - That's well plastic! And my other makeup fad is Asian skincare and makeup, Sana products, Shiseido japanese releases and Kose colour cosmetics. One shop that I found whilst away in Sydney was Aka Cosmetics in Market City which is all shiny and full of beautiful asian skincare products and makeup. I didn't have the brain or the stamina to investigate the shop properly whilst sick but found it on the interwebs and will find out if they do postal orders ^_^ My other neat bargain box find was a shop called Missha which is a Korean chain that have outlets here in Australia, mores specifically the QVB in Sydney. Shiny store with cute makeup and cute nailpolishes which I will have to order as they are bargains at about $1 each when on sale.
The items that I am currently using are the Innoxa skincare range as they are Cruelty Free products against animal testing and use mostly natural ingredients. The other items that I would like to get is Diva skincare which is fully natural Vegetarian skincare and makeup! WOW! All of their products contain good ingredients that do not contain animal products, no lanolin and no cruelty! So it's not putting animal products on your face and some poor lab animal didn't suffer because we want beautifying products. Yay for vegetarian products!
I've had lots of neato little ideas. Hahahah. Neato. Strange word. This year I hope to have a passport to go travelling overseas! The high seas and the high skies call unto me to explore, eat and mingle in foreign lands! Meanwhile half the year has passed my intentions are firmly glued to my butt which is firmly placed on a seat nowhere near my passport application form or a pen... Also this year I want to do an art page! Ambitious, colourful, cute, expressive, crazy, beautiful, melancholic would be the theme. Basically an online scrap book of illustration based artwork. Main inspirations have been online shops like my friend has on Etsy and also the other artists who make wonderful works and share them with the interwebizens. Spare room needs to be cleaned up a little more so that there is floor space to sort out more locations for putting in a new bookshelf. All of our lovely books are stored in our yucky garage instead of inside to fill my head with words. Also it'd be nice to get some more space for making sewing stuff. I've made many bebe blankets lately and there are still some more to come. My other ambition is to make some clothing out of the $100 worth of $2xmetre fabric that I have collected but not yet used.
Whew! SO much in this blog! As always there will be better days ahead and some more bloggings eventually :) Six months until the end of the year and I have a bit on my plate to get ahead on. Twill be enjoyable nonetheless.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
For the Owner of Grayskull
Post number 79
Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep...
As a child you remember words, song lyrics, sayings and in such a way that they are as is, how is, exact, factual. And then you grow up. And find out. Those words are not what you thought they were. In fact, they aren't anything like you thought they were. And then you have to reassess the basis on which you used those words, shaped your mind around them, how they lead you to reasoning, challenging yourself to find out the truth.
I don't know who the landlord of Castle Grayskull nor the actual owner was but he must have been pretty important or at least bossy to get She-ra to do its bidding.
Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep...
Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep...
As a child you remember words, song lyrics, sayings and in such a way that they are as is, how is, exact, factual. And then you grow up. And find out. Those words are not what you thought they were. In fact, they aren't anything like you thought they were. And then you have to reassess the basis on which you used those words, shaped your mind around them, how they lead you to reasoning, challenging yourself to find out the truth.
I don't know who the landlord of Castle Grayskull nor the actual owner was but he must have been pretty important or at least bossy to get She-ra to do its bidding.
Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep...
