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To be or not to be? I say 42.

2010-04-22T21:49:00.002+10:00

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.

What happened to '81?

2009-08-14T00:44:00.002+10:00

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.

I can't count...

2009-07-17T21:36:00.003+10:00

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.

I look at the world and I notice it's turning

2008-06-26T19:40:00.005+10:00

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.

For the Owner of Grayskull

2007-05-06T16:32:00.000+10:00

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...

Zoom Zoom!

2007-01-14T21:14:00.000+11:00

Post number 78

Ain't life great! Wow, what a year! Not this year, but last year! I haven't posted since last year> no wait, it's been long before that. I haven't posted since 2005. Hmmm, the last was about the PSP, however, I can't blame that for taking up 365 days of my life time that could have been spent blogging. Righto. Yeh.

Last year was pretty eventful and uneventful. It had ups and downs and big scary bits and heaps of fun happy bits too. Kinda like a rollercoaster but this one would be rated G for "general". No PG rating this year tho.

Things that I have grown to like a lot would be Ragnarok &_& which takes up so much of my time my eyes are nearly bugged out and moniter shaped, also selected Jpop such as Tsukiko Amano, Hikaru Utada, Namie Amuro, and some other band that is like funk and hip hop and ska all in one. 0_0 intense moosik, not.

More things that I have grown to like is tea, which is not a rare novelty but it's a so nice to make an occaision where u go out for a coffee and find a nice tea house to sip your raspberry infused somethingymawhatchit that makes you invigorated for the rest of the day. Ahhh, and not to forget the beautiful Dragon Tea that I got from a friend ^_^ It's super nice white jasmine tea balls from China. Yummo.

I've also learned to like severly budgeting. My savings account is filling up nicely heheh, and soon a house may be on its way. But the best thing about budgeting is fathoming bargains. Not just 20% off some days. I mean 50% off or even more! And when things only cost $5 it's awesome, Zomgwtfu2getaroom.

XD

I had a nice year full of people - both new friends and old friends. I'm hoping that this year is full of wonderous things that bring happiness. I haven't made many New Years resolutions but I do know I'd like to earn more money than last year, be healthy, be happy, and share the love.

This post may be the first, and may even end up the last one for the year! I hope not as I would like to put some more eventful items here, very very soon.

T minus 1.5 hours

2005-09-01T13:30:00.000+10:00

post number 77

Inserting the PSP into life of Sooki Monster v1.0 part one

Picked up Pre-Order pack and bonus
Toddled back to office with wholemeal berry muffin
waited patiently 2 hours for lunch time
Taken carefully out of packaging
smudged shininess
wiped smudge
admired shininess
registered PSP online
inserted battery pack
inserted ac adaptor and power supply
waiting for charge light
waiting for charge
reading charge time delay from manual
anticipating post-wait-joy of being patient
waiting
inserted memory stick
distracted by shininess
skimmed instructions
admired shiny UMD
played with UMD
tried to break open UMD
read UMD usage instructions
refrained from trying to break open UMD
surfed PSP site for good things
read website
read network settings instructions
daydreamed of little USB connectors
admired shininess and inspected for smudges
wiped freshly made inspection smudges
admired shininess
went out for lunch *thinking of shininess*

Projecting Retrospective Introverted Misconceptions

2005-08-30T17:51:00.000+10:00

Post number 76

*****my gift from you, friend*****

I like you the way you are
The way you hold your head
The way you smile
The way you take the time for me and mine

I like you for who you are
For what you do
For what you don't
For the experience you give to me

I won't judge you for the way you dress
The way you speak and walk
or The people you hang with
I will miss you when you're gone

I won't hate you for the colour of your skin
The reasons you hate and love with passion
or agreeing to disagree
I want your company as you stand

Sit with me a while, my friend,
Open your heart
Open your mind
Every murmer of your heart beat
Turns the wheels of time

And you will still be my friend.

*****

I've had my eyes opened a little, my mind closed a little, and my heart has grown a little colder. I know that I need to close my eyes and dream some more, open my mind to new views and let my heart embrace with warmth.

Madness behind a wheel of burning rubber

2005-08-28T23:13:00.000+10:00

Post number 75

That's three times 1/4 of a Century. That's also 3/4 of a Century. A Century is 100 years. Yup-m. yessiree. yeh...

Thank you to Boo for those wonderful quizilla items. ^_^ it's always fun to try and categorise yourself when cute pictures are involved. Kekeke.

Hmm excitement in the last 29 hours. Getting Bruce drunk enuff to not be legally sober to drive... and having a go in the new Nee-san vehicle. I don't know if Nissan really translates to "brother", or "respect to older male friend" or not - but it sounds cool neway.

On other horizons the cool weather is starting to produce warm days. Why? Because spring is around the corner, waiting with warmer, more mild days, full of sun showers and rain for my birthday. Great.

It is also spring that brings many birthdays and the onset of Christmas.

Hooray for the silly season.

Hooray for people being born all thru the year.

Hooray for Spring, and Summer.

Hooray.

The excitement overwhelms me in ways impossible for a cat to understand. *my cats just look at me, probably thinking, I don't relaly know, that I strange, strange am, human. Cats probably don't know grammar either.

*_*

Many more journeys await me. Maybe. Maybe, more in the Nissan ^_^

Repetition - Conditioning - Adaptation

2005-08-22T23:16:00.000+10:00

Post number 74

Yet another cool quiz bastardisation of web space that I could so eloquently fill with my words, flowing from my exuberant and intellectually geared mind.

Space out. I'm not into that bullshit when there is pretty pictures ^_^

You're the high class girl. You're elegant,
sophisticated, and enjoy the luxuries of life.
You are confident, fair, and diplomatic. You
could be royalty for all I know. People like
you a lot, but be sure they don't like you for
your money or anything. That's bad. Pick out
your real friends from the crowd.

What kind of girl are you? (with pix!)
brought to you by Quizilla

The Goddess of Ice and Hope. You are a creative
wonder. Always calm and collected, you hold the
awe of many people and you are exceptionally
logical. You are an inspirational beauty.

Which gorgeous goddess are you? For girls! (breath taking pics!)
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And this one is completely stupid. I resub'd this at least 3 times and got heaps of different professions. I guess I have been dead and reincarnated a lot more - also I have, thankfully, previously been employed - I wonder if I should put this on my CV?

p.s. Does anyone know how u end up decapitated in the Ukraine?

In a Past Life...

You Were: A Friendly Dancer.

Where You Lived: Ukraine.

How You Died: Decapitation.

Who Were You In a Past Life?

I am a like a story book - when opened I am Red

2005-08-22T22:22:00.000+10:00

Post 73

Supermegadooperfrantabulisitcextraordiarnyawesomefabbopower!!!

Say Sooki-Monster ONE... MORE... TIME!

This is my unbelievably effortless blog with pretty pictures - I dun welled kekeke.

You are a nature loving anime girl.You love all
types of animals and care for them.You are a
calm person and loves to have people around.You
love to be outside just admiring your
surroundings and playing with the animals that
are around.Now just if you keep loving the
nature pretty soon everyone is going to copy
you maybe i'm really not sure.But do what you
do best and it will soon pay off ^_^

If You Were An Anime Character What Would You Look Like?(Girls Only)
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Sadly You're not a demon you are a normal human.You
have feelings and emotions and you love and
care for people.You sometimes dream of being a
demon and sometimes you love being a human but
either way you are still a pathetic mortal
muhahahahaha ^_^

What Type Of Demon Are You?
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Your IQ Is 110

Your Logical Intelligence is Above Average
Your Verbal Intelligence is Above Average
Your Mathematical Intelligence is Exceptional
Your General Knowledge is Exceptional

A Quick and Dirty IQ Test

You are a Ninja.
You are like a samurai gone bad. The good side
is no longer interesting you and feel that
darkness is where you belong. Though you may
think you are the evil one, you're not. Because
deep inside there is still that little glimpse
of who you once were. You don't like to
associate with people that much and keep away.
In your mind they are ignorant and not so
interesting anyway. That means you are a lonley
person who don't trust people, and you have
really no desire to do so either. Life is a big
pain and annoyance for you and you aren't quite
sure on how to handle it. Other people see you
as mysterious and secretive, and that is
probably right.

Main weapon: Daggers and throwing
stars
Quote: "I hate people. People make
me pro-nuclear" -Margaret Smith
Facial expression: Frown

What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures]
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But just before the Dawn

2005-06-08T19:45:00.000+10:00

Post 72

It starts. Across the street. In a house. Not my house. Maybe my house. Uninvited. And knock. You know I'm there. You bring people. And smile. You know I'm there. You talk. Words. But no sounds. Then sounds. But no lips moving. And the words form and become jumbled. You sit. we all sit. in a glass sun room. and it's a happy day. outside. you smile. and know that I'll come round. because that's what you do. Words. more words. flying. and emotion. flying. spiralling. no, winding. winding up. great tensions building into a tight coil. ready to spring out. the backlash. the strangling. no voice. no voice. no help. no eyes. no eyes. and i can't see. Both of you stand Across the Road. across the road and stare. you both stare. and i stare. and you both see. and i see. This is my house. I can see the window. I can see the trees. They stand taller than I can see. I can see wolves. No people. No, people. And shadows. I see their silhouettes. And the shapes they make are trees. The doors are locked. The doors are holding. They can't come inside. They will eat the house. They'll eat it all up. They are wolves. And they are circling. The holes near the trees are from stumps. Dug out. Like pits. Shallow and warm. With small sticks. Like legs. They go away. The wolves go. And I stay. there is a kitchen. and the light is warm. the room is dark. but i know the room. and the light is warm. the windows are dark. the curtains slightly drawn. the outside is black. and the moon is shining. but there is something missing. and then the rain starts. the rain. it pours. and creates puddles. creates pools. creates creeks. creates dams. it's going to flood, it's going to flood. so i head up to the gate. out the gate. and go across the street. to the wall. to the little fountain. to the water feature. the stone wall. the tiny stone wall. and ferns. and stones. the stones need to be put back. or the neighbours will notice. but there are no houses. and no house across the street. and no garden. just the wall. and i have to put the stones back or it will flood. even with no rain. Taking the car now. Taking the car. Up to the trees. To investigate. To seek. Something is missing. Went missing. And the car is needed. To the shed. Around the shed. Behind the shed. And I can't see where the shed is. Can't see where the missing thing is. Trees only. Trees staying. It's the black that isn't hiding. Trees and the black. it's like a field. of grass. long. buffalo grass. that has dry bits. little tufts. and holes. tunnels. for rabbits. and a garden. of woodchips. and flowers. that rabbits collect and replace. in other spots. neurotic rabbits. fussy rabbits. taking the plants. through the tunnels. and rearranging the garden. and hiding. in the grass. Pink. pink. orange? pink. bright. light. sunny? pink. swings. playset. play. play time. eruption. surprise. sudden. pressure. panic. heart beat. thump. disturbance. thump. swaying. swaying. swaying. motion. back. and forth. propulsion. distance. travel. reverse. forward. robot. robot. robot. spirit. level. motioned. back. and forth. thump. thump. thump. stop. silence. There's a tank. or vat. maybe a vat. and it's round. i think it's round. and there is liquid in it. bubbling? steaming? vapor? and it's moving. and the head comes up. just the head. with closed eyes. and an expression that will never change. for it is only a head. just the head. and i have to wake up.

When you close your eyes. Did the world change? And when you opened them. Did it stay the same?

Fawking August =- Pardon? Come again?!

2005-05-30T18:53:00.000+10:00

Post number 71

CAN YOU BELIEVE THE AMOUNT OF FAWKING MAY BABIES??!!

-~={/;o."O".o;\}=~-

Wassup Birthday Chikins!

With her visually gratifying blog, owner Lex turns a sexy something* this year
And twin Tonestar, with her fabbo dotty site, turning a spunky something* this year
Bron-n-on (twin to Neko-Sam) has her house of waffles full of birthday goodies and turns a fabulous something*
(*never ask a lady her age!)

-~={/;o."O".o;\}=~-

Wassup Birthday Playorz

No-blog Q-Dog has some ossum powahhh bling doggy bling happenin' in his dog house
Neko no neko Sam (twin to Bron-n-on) dons the superhero mask to become Super-Sam - no lycra
Speaking of dons... R-Don celebrates a lucky number this year with Coolshite Crew springing surprises from every nook and cranny

-~={/;o."O".o;\}=~-

Happy buthdayz to yaz all. Stay bright fresh and best before the use by date!! Have a great year ahead and I hope the memories are fantastic to boot!

Meanwhile - if you're planning for a May baby - August seems to be the season to be jolly.

Make everybody see that I love you and you love me

2005-05-23T19:47:00.000+10:00

Post numero 70 - oh

.....beep beep beep.....

Transmission start

*The CMax-break hotel*

Since the trip to D'port.
Don't forget your towel.
The dolphins are being cheeky with their
Space wand'rin tails

I says don't panic baby
I feel so paranoid baby
I feel so like a cup of tea

Jedi's are so neurotic
I'm emotional like Padme
The chancellors got some makeup
but it don't improve his face

Ohh baby I feel so armless baby
I feel so legless baby
I feel dismembered and so burned.

End Transmission

.....boop......

The colour of Rust in Water

2005-05-20T18:06:00.000+10:00

Post 69

Light reflects on cold, white, sanitary bathroom tiles. Sharply angular lines of sun cut through the water in the full bathtub.

Porcelain. Clean. Filled. Not white. Mucky, tainted, yellow-brown.

Bubbles break the reflective sheet of water which fills the bath, rupturing the glasslike, delicate looking surface, in to intricate masses of concentric circles. Into waves, then to ripples.

One hand emerges from the off colour water. Water that is now an unsettling brown shade. The colour of rusted water, dripping from a weathered, old tin shed.

A second hand springs out of the water and grips tightly to the edge of the bathtub. An arm , which doesn't keep the momentum, jerks and locks into place as goosbumps form like beads of sweat.

The knuckles whiten. The bubbles lessen. The arms stay firmly locked into place. A body lying in the bottom of the porcelain tub, rigid and tense. Water returning to a smooth pristeen and cold surface - except for the trickle of mucky fluid from the wrists of the bathtub body.

The body flings itself out of the water, propelling itself over the side of the bathtub, ungracefully hanging over the side for a moment before straggling legs grip the base of the tub to push it further, onto cold black and white tiles and a dirty towel.

Water is thrown from the bath as the body writhed to the floor, splashing over the tiles, drenching the towel and creating pools of dirtied reflection.

Slivers of sunlight dance across the wet body thrashing about, until it curls up into a smaller shape, huddles, to find conserve heat, to compensate for the shiverring. It starts to convulse, and the rays of light again creat spots, blotches, patches, and accentuates the goosbumps quickly covering the body.

Vomit is expelled from the mouth, the stomach moves with such force as if being punched, neck arches back and the head pulls away from the brown, yellow, and thick red liquid. It covers the tile with an intense colour in comparison to the tinted puddles.

Drips off the bathtub fall to join the ever growing puddles of filth. The body on the floor is that of a man. He begins to open his eyes and focusses on the speckled light, the white of the bathtub, the black and white tiles and the towel.

The smell of blood, effluence, urine and vomit assail his nostrils. Such a putrid smell doesn't clear his head for thinking. Beginning to moan he attempts to move his limbs. They are rigid, cold, the shiverring doesn't stop or help, and don't respond to his brain signals. Instead, the limbs, extend partially, shake, then he convulses and realises the sensation being felt is the cold from the tiles and a cramp has affected his left leg.

After a few seconds of strange agony from the cramp he slides his body to the nearest wall, slipping in odd directions, and pushes his form against it, leaning, breathing heavy.

He sees a doorway, with a door, ajar, slightly and the outside noises start to filter in his ears. His blurry, water soaked eyes make out the shape of moving objects beyond the door. Car noises filter through the pockets of water in his ears.

Sliding down the wall, he crawls on his stomach over the cool tiles, dragging the soggy form that he is, towards the noise, towards the light that begins to stream through the doorway to the sound of a busy street.

A large sign outside the doorway winks orange neon and displays "Self Service".

His foot brushes agains the towel as his legs straggle behind him. His ears turn icy from the breeze through the door. He turns on his side and grabs the towel with his fingers that are bent, awry, from the cold. Fumbling he tries to dry himself, discovering the sensation of his body messaging his brain that he's alive. As he smooths the scratchy, half wet towel his body shows no signs of scratches, nor bruising and his mind becomes clear but he can't remember how he was. He just knows how he is now.

Cold.

Naked.

Less damp than before, but the disgusting smell and the taste of vomit creates the memory of being in the water.

Icy, silent.........

And one word forms, like a flower, stem growing, leaf uncurling, bud sprouting and petals unfurling to a gorgeous, perfect form.

"Bequeath"

The abyss stares back

2005-05-19T19:20:00.000+10:00

post 68

*****s.....S.....hh........... hh ........ ssi....... lll..... h.....L...... nn...... en......****

*****b.....B.....ll........... ll ........ lla....... lll..... b.....L...... la...... LL......****

......... **beep beep beep**.........

......... **beep beep beep**.........

A........ signal........

striking me from my sleep. I bolt upright from a restless slumber. My head still whirls from the giddy, startled state. I wipe the crusted sleep from my eyes and try to focus on a sliver of morning rays seeping through the curtains of my room. The beep, still ongoing, monotonous, unchanging. I switch off the alarm clock.

~7:38~

A yawn erupts from my the back of my throat. Morning breath exudes last night's onion and toothpaste. I run my fingers through my hair - trying to reason with it's lack of conformity with the rest of the strands over my face. It flips back over my crown in a tussled defiance.

I push the bed sheets away with my foot and swing out my legs to the floor. My feet land on the thin carpet. Small bobbles of carpet fibres cling to the rough patches and callouses on my feet. My foot starts to itch, so I ease the discomfort by rubbing my sole on the carpet. It lets up with the warming, rough texture of the piles. Sitting, I start to scratch in a random spot. Now the itch has left my foot and has travelled over to my belly, to my sides and to my back. I allow myself a small stretch to liven the rigid muscles - it's like a roll call to check my parts are still there and ready, for yet, another day. A twinge strikes my side so I recoil my position to one that is less less postured but still comfortable. The weight of my head starts to become heavy, like lead, on my neck. Perhaps it's the thoughts, or the dreams crammed in there.

~7.40~

The red of the LED digits remind me of my dream. Fleeting patches of the interior of a house with lots of boxes, perhaps junk springs to my vision. Not sure. Can't remember now it's morning. And my brain kicks into awake mode and the pain in my head starts. Must get up, get through the day.

With that resolve I power into the bathroom, glimpse at my hair that defies gravity and resign my life long wish that it would be permanently in the one, perfect style at any given time of day. I know that won't happen and shelve that thought in the back of my mind. I go to brush my teeth, pick up the toothbrush from the basin to get the onion flavour out. The brushing creates a strange sound in my mouth - scratching sounds, scraping noises. Without thinking I turn to pee in the adjacent toilet. Morning pee smell and toothpaste create the nauseating but familiar smell. My brain registers that as a cue to finish up immediately.

**flush....sh....shhh.......sss......sss...........s....s.....hss.....**

Morning light doesn't filter into the bathroom except from the window in the adjoinging room. It's kinda semi dark or semi light - whichever way I want to look at it. But I leave the lights off and shuffle out of the bathroom. I turn to open curtains. No difference in light but my head begins a slight ache from the dispersion of morning sunlight on the fog. Need better curtains.

There's fog and the door has the build up of condensation from a cold night. A distinguishable outline of a garbage bing and boxes are all I can make out at first. Sounds of a what sounds like a dog becomes baffled by the glass, my breath fogging it up and I can't hear anything after that - just my breathing. It's quiet. Except for my breathing. It's cold too.

I drag clothes onto my body - they're smelling clean. They're washed I think to myself. They're washed. I go back to the bathroom to soak my hair in the basin and then brush it back across my head in an unfashionable but reasonably ok style. It stays out of my eyes for a few seconds - then wet pieces fall back to my face as I rush out the door, car key in hand and a small bakpak over my shoulder.

The fog is wet - the air is moist - my clothes and the hairs on my neck begin to feel damp as the cold seeps in. My hair doesn't help the situation and brushes against my face in thick wet clumps. The street is covered in the fog, cars are blobs in the fog. The street is awfully quiet - no cars. Am I early? No, I was rushing too much to be early, I must be late. The car takes a while to warm up and makes sickly coughing noises from the exhaust. It's not a morning car. It steadies to a rythmic hum and rumble. I indicate and drive down the road. Heading to work and I feel late.

I put my lights on. The fog doesn't ease up - it looks a shade of yellow, dirty, unclean. Fog. It's just clouds come down to earth. I bet a car would think this air is thick and cold and damp - I would if I were a car. The windows gather small bobbles of condensation. It's from my warm breath - but I'm not going to stop breathing. I turn the ventillation up and cold air chills me. Not many people take this road, it's gravel and dirty and dusty. Can't see the dust for the fog.

The road ahead becomes less gravel and turns to gunmetal bitumen and some house shapes replace the shapes of trees.

Suddenly.

**smbachrh**

**screeeeeihhu*

I hit something. Fuck. I didn't even see it.

But I stopped.

At least I stopped, right?

Shit. I hope it wasn't an animal.

I don't need to get upset. Don't get upset. It's just something. Go out and look.

My heart beats faster and my head begins to throb with the ache from before. I stop the engine, open the door and the cool air fills the car and around my face. All I see is fog behind me as the exhaust fumes dissipate - eaten by the fog. Foggy road, foggy house outlines.

No lumps on the road.

Nothing.

Except for an unusual sound that comes from past the footpath. A sound, muffled, but regular, like breathing. Too heavy and noisy for a cat, perhaps even for a dog but I've never hit an animal to know. I shut the car door and walk over towards the sound.

Focussing becomes a chore but my eyes make out a large shape in the fog. It's in the front yard of a house. I can make out more of the house now and a letter box. Number 48.

The shape looks like it's trembling as I get nearer. But then the fog seems to be shrouding it, - it's all blurry - and it's not moving. No trembling. Just a large weird shape, a small bear? As if, moron - why would it be a bear? I stop a few feet short of it before looking at it closer. I don't want to. There's a funny smell coming from it. A gross smell. Like baked meat that's been left in on a BBQ and gone cold.

Burnt, meat.

I put my sleeve over my nose and curiosity gets the better of me.

WTF is it?

I can't see blood. But the smell..... there should be blood...... I take a step back before taking one forward until I can almost touch it.

It's like a large sack with awkard shapes protruding from one side of it. No legs, no head. This isn't an animal. It's not even furry, it's more...... skin...... flaky black and red...... skin..... ugh.... and that smell. Fuck. Someone must've left it out on the road. Left what? The whole street seems so empty and it's not garbage day. I can't hear anything now. And my head feels worse with the pungent smell.

The sack thing starts to shudder. Stops. Shakes. For a bit. And then, stops, again. Shivers. I step back as the form in front of me begins to shake unnaturally, and the awkward protrusions move like involuntary jerks, until the whole form is moving spasmodically.

And then, the shape erupts, and - I can't move - all I can think of is my head feeling like it's erratically thrashing and my headache is splitting it open and sound of waves of the sea crashing are pushed out of my head by a siren.

A loud siren.

Chilling my body to the core.

Why not Canadia? Why yes Field Mouse.

2005-05-13T18:03:00.000+10:00

Post number 67

Something. Hit me. Today.

A thought. Bubbled.

Up. And Burst.

Sending ripples across my memory lake.

CORN DOLLIES - MURDEROUS CORN DOLLIES - AND MICE

All I remember is a story, or animation, of a community of mice that have the children make corn dollies perhaps for harvest or festival reasons, or for pure self-entertainment. Somehow there is a mysterious murder of a mouse, by strangulation, with anyone being the possible suspect. However, it was the CORN DOLL. It had magically come alive with murderous intent - perhaps even under a voodoo spell - and had strangled the poor mouse with his empty, noose like head.

And that's all I remember.

And the bubbles subside. The ripples grow few and large until the memory lake is calm, the surface a smooth as glass.

Until another Bubble. Rises. Like a small, transclucent balloon, once again, to the surface of the Memory Lake.

Relay For Life - I'm participating!!

2005-03-13T20:02:00.000+11:00

Post Number 66

Hey - tis the time of year to don the jogging threads, slap on sunscreen and grab a baton - yes, it's Relay For Life - Launceston 19-20 March 2005 held by the Cancer Council Tasmania.

Me and Moosels will be running/jogging/walking/crawling (and if I'm lucky, piggy back ride!) for four hours - 1 hour then 3 consecutive hours on Saturday evening.

My employer and fellow co workers (and our family members/partner) will be doing the 24hour relay. We are collecting donations before the event and hope to have a good amount done. I am donating $15 myself and support would be appreciated.

Please stop by the The Cancer Council Tasmania website to find out ways you can help contribute to a worthy cause.

I figure donating is a good way of helping if you're unable to get involved or got some spare change. Obviously I was unable to do much for the Tsunami Appeal - but I did spare the time to go and donate to one of the many charities.

Organisations in Australia such as Red Cross, Oxfam World Vision and many others have appeals running for national and international causes. You can volunteer, give blood, raise awareness - it's not all about money. I don't mean to say they are the right causes for everyone - but take some time out to visit one of these sites to check out a way you can give a helping hand. It's not just global, sometimes you can help in your own backyard, and sometimes in the neighbourhood of Our World.

Don't forget to hold onto those pesky receipts come tax time! I think if your donation is over $2 it becomes tax deductible.

Toon, FFS make it STOP

2005-03-10T17:18:00.000+11:00

Post number 65

This tid bit of alias insight is courtesy of the mystically mega quiz doer, Madadric.

1. YOUR PORN STAR NAME: (Name of first pet / Street you live on):
Yumi Joffre

2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (Name of your favorite snack food / Grandfather's first name):
Apricot Stanley

3. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME: (First word you see on your left / Favorite restaurant):
Rose Kaizen

4. EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS: (Favorite Spice / Last Foreign Vacation Spot):
Ginger Seoul

5. SOCIALITE ALIAS: (Silliest Childhood Nickname / Town Where You First Partied):
T-bag Lonnie

6. "FLY GIRL/BOY" ALIAS (a la J. Lo): (First Initial / First Two or Three Letters of your Last Name):
T. Dou

7. ICON ALIAS: (Something Sweet Within Sight / Any Liquid in Your Kitchen):
Jelly Belly Juice

8. DETECTIVE ALIAS: (Favorite Baby Animal / Where You Went to High School):
Mitten Exeter

9. BARFLY ALIAS: (Last Snack Food You Ate / Your Favorite Alcoholic Drink):
Croutons B. Russian

10. SOAP OPERA ALIAS: (Middle Name / Street Where You First Lived):
Kalia Alanvale

11. ROCK STAR ALIAS: (Favorite Candy / Last Name Of Favorite Musician):
Pop Rocks Hikaru

12. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: ( First 2 letters of your first name and the first 3 Letters from your last name makes your first name. Take the first 2 letters of your mother's maiden name and the first 3 letters of the city you were born in):
Tidou Wokan

Honestly Dude, you have too much time on your hands doing quizes - but you light up my life with your whimsy.

Boys who like girls who like boys

2005-03-09T19:03:00.000+11:00

Post number 64

Yes, posties almost grandma age. I wonder if it gets to post number 100 if I'll get a letter from the head of blogginess-state.....

Ahh the karma of 2004 has breached the "New Year" with stunning flying colours.

As som of my friends have noticed, I only have one working arm. Laugh as they do whilst I tell them I "fell off my feet at work onto my elbow" they also give me some pity, and two working hands to open jars.

Please note this is a one hand typing post so be impressed by my skillz.

And also I am strategically avoiding the keys upon which my nose has dripped snot on...... Just kidding. But yes, my nose is dripping....... I have the fun "It's the end of summer, fuckers" head cold. Darn immune system.

Hmmm current status- still in relationship with boyf, still living in a common suburb of Little Lonnie, still working full time.
Current status of fun - film society with boyf, mittens, hanging with friends, moofies, chocolate and other foods with saturated fat content over 4grams, Jpop music like there is no tomorrow.
Current staus of un-current thing (ie. wanna doo) - ballroom dancing, animation, chik rock band with the Tonestar as lead and Bron doing bass things, travelling interstate, getting a passport.

My most anticipated acquisition of 2005 - Jpop cd's on order - I can't wait, can't wait, can't wait, can't wait, can't wait, can't wait, can't wait for it to arrive.
My most anticipated event of 2005 - World Love & Peace
My most anticipated date of 2005 - my burthday, so I can be a quarter of a century ^_^ yay me!

Hajimemashite - Yoroshiku!

2005-02-26T12:03:00.000+11:00

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Projectile Vomit

2005-02-24T22:54:00.000+11:00

Post Number

gawwwwd I gotta check again...... just a mo......

Post number 62: Enter the Fuzzyc*ntbags

I learn new things every day. Such as hat pins are used to pin your hat to your head. Apparently in the early 1900's women used hat pins, and inserted them into their hats, and their heads. I am not sure of the exact details, but I assume that it involved stabbing your scalp a bit.

Film: Pi (the symbol)

Existential look at maths, numbers, the world and one man's search for the perfect number. Oh, and a shot of him doing crazy shite. Filmed by the same guy who did "Requim for a Dream", the movie "Pi" was an interesting look at the genius plagued by his own sanity. You'll understand what I mean by "plagued". It also has ants.

Blessed Ants.

Blants.

And for the worst film I've watched this week..... "Ginger Snaps Back". A frolic down old memory lane. Kind of a prequel to the two gory and fresh filmed, lycanthropic romps on the silver screen, that has been tamed down, drawn back into the 1800's and given a good ol' thrashing with the "no fucking storyline" stick. It's been given a pretty good thrashing. And I also learned the word "f*ck" apparently was used by laides and gents back in the old days. Something worth watching if you considered "Talos: the mummy". I did. I still regret it now.

But again that's a head thing. The hat pins. Covering your head. The head being the temple.

Also Pi, the guy trying to make mathematical conclusions to the world, the universe, the ants in his computer box......

And Ginger Snaps and werewolves - the ever borderline psychosis that makes you think you transform into a beast on the full moon.

Ahhhh I loved the film "Romasanta" because it takes a different spin on the virus that makes one become a lycanthrope. The topic that was ever present in this film was that lycanthropy was not so much a disease of the blood than a disease of the mind. The mind, releasing the primal rage, unbound, free, animalistic qualities that have been laid still in the civilised, human being; creating a werewolf, part man turned beast that roams the night at will seeking blood, flesh and feeding their hunger that is eternal.

I would like to believe that the source of werewolves is not in the blood, but in the mind; that it creates these dangerous, wild creatures of the night.

If you were a super human creature, what would you choose to be? Or how would you become one? By chance, or by fault?

Come Back in One Piece

2005-02-10T19:00:00.000+11:00

Post numbr 61

So. What would you do. If you were terminal. And given 2 months to live.

Would you make the decision
to do
all those things
you've wanted to do
in your life
but never had the time?

Would you make the time now because it's all you have?

FilM: "My Life WIthouT Me"
What would your list of things to do before you die? Would you make tapes for your loved ones? So they can hear you when you're gone. Would you tell them you loved them every day? And make them feel loved.

10 things to do before I die.......

Year of the Sooki-Monster

2005-01-21T17:57:00.000+11:00

Post number 60

Welcome shiny, new and clean 2005.

What a wonderful year shall be the numbers two thousand and five.

I greet thee with a joyous smile and open arms.

I accept the passage of time makes the new become bold and stand tall.

Stepping into the right line.

Walking a round journey of three hundred and sixty five days

2005 you are divisible by yourself and five.

And if I lean to one side, I can see round your corners.

2005 what a year, it will be, so.

Cat Shit Shennanigans

2004-12-15T01:10:00.000+11:00

Post Numbero 59

OMBLOG - can there be a smell worse than fresh cat dung?? Yes. Fresh Cat Dung that is still attached to the Cat that has trundled from the kitty litter with a poopy dag hanging from it's behindero.

OMBLOG - can there be anything worse than finding that it has shat all over itself? Kinda makes you wanna cry = from the smell I mean = because the poor little animal had daggy fur and accidentally kept crapping on itself.

OMBLOG - can there be a strange kind of Cat logic that makes it want to run into the lounge room and promptly make squatting motions and sitting at the same time so that the daggy poo hanging off it gets mushed into the carpet? Squatting motions are quite humerous to watch if you are a non pet owner. But, if you are a pet owner who is of sharp mind and wit, you would usually notice that it is no ordinary squat but a "I AM GOING TO SHIT RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW" kinda squat.

OMBLOG - I washed him. Twice. With a trim. And his little furry butt was less daggy. Still no less smelly. But kinda strange poopy kitten smell with kitten shampoo all jumbled into my sinuses with the orange disinfectant spray used to wipe the squished poo marks from the laundry floor. He did look at me with wild, hysterical and fearful eyes when I said I was going to wash him again. Cats hate bathtime. I think it makes them smell nicer. They think something else. But lack in communicating it. So I bathe them on occasion. This occasion the cat was in dire need of a bath.

OMBLOG - after the bathing and the shampooing and the clipping and the bathing and the shampooing it was time to towel dry. Nice. Clean. Simple. Cat washing all by itself now. Relief. Not so simple upon exiting the laundry.

After making a hasty and yet satisfied exit from the laundry and the sound of the meowing twosome at my feet I trekked out to find yes, another poopy squish needing to be cleaned. Alas, it was no ordinary poopy squish. It was more like 5 little skid marks trekking up the hallway. And then four more in the bedroom with two half doughnuts and a skid that measured around 5 inches.

I came to the conclusion of Wolf's little shitty romp, from the madman artist style of effective poopy trail, that he had indeed gone to the kitty litty like a good well trained Cat that he is. There he discovered that his daggy bottom didn't allow all his dung to promptly leave his body and land in the neatly dug hole in the kitty litty.

(In fact it didn't leave his fur for a good 40mins which was how long it took me to clean his behindero and then wash him and clip him and wash him again).

At this stage he would have been very embarrassed to miow to mummy. So I believe he decided to run wildly through the hallway, making as much squatting/running motions at the same time as possible so the fiendishly tactile poopy would vanish from his fur. Perhaps he saw this as an example on a movie. One of those "don't try this at home" kind of affairs.

Upon running wildly he discovered the hall way was short, so his romp continued with a tumble and a series of semi-doughnut skid marks in the bedroom. Alas, the poopy still clung ever so deterimined like to his behindero.

In a last effort attempt to come clean (excuse the pun, c'mon I gotta find some kind of humour after all this shit happened - oops, another pun) he made his way hastily, tail and dag wagging in the wind, towards the tv, and, in front of his mummy.

There in a last effort he made two "last man standing" attempts to release the dag that has caused him so much terror.

Wolf is of a simple nature and of simple tastes. I am sure that if, indeed we had not smelled the wafting vomit inducing stench, he had not realised that mummy would clean him that he would have surely been stuck with his little fresh still warm poopy on his behindero for life.

Meanwhile, whilst Wolf is thinking, I am cleaning furiously.

The ending to this stinky but tru story is: One roll of Paper Towel and a near empty bottle of disenfectant plus one hour = peace and quiet. Oh, and the residual stinky too.

Now I think I can go to bed - unless there is hidden poopy under the bed.......

Fuktus is a word gone fuktus

2004-11-21T14:50:00.000+11:00

Post number 58

I really can't be bothered.

Tough biskits.

Rules are like tampon strings - not meant to be broken

2004-10-21T23:29:00.001+11:00

Special Postu number one!! - but it really is Post Number 57 (first specialu edition)

THE RULES
1. Leave a comment saying you want to be interviewed.
2. I'll reply and give you five questions to answer.
3. You'll update your LJ (or blogger account) with the five questions answered.
4. You'll include this explanation.
5. You ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed.

The requisitions:

Tone*star
1. If you could invert any two colours of our natural environment - what would they be and why?
2. Out of all the things could you change about yourself - how would you explain it to others in a metaphoric way?
3. What is your idea of the world's greatest invention and what you could do to improve it?
4. Do you envy that animals can clean their bottoms with their tongue? Do you think that it's environmentally friendly, in relation to toilet paper consumption wastage, that humans should learn this cleaning technique?
5. What is the most important facet in a person so after you first meet them you would talk to them at another time?

Zenslave
1. What is the colour of your dreams? What kind of sounds and shapes appear in colour?
2. What is the funniest moment of your career that made you laugh and cry involuntarily at the same time?
3. Do you have obscure thoughts of someone who has a cowlick on their forehead that makes you wanna give them hair gel? what kind of thoughts and why?
4. For breakfast, not including midnight snacks or scooby snacks, what is your favourite food and how do you prepare it so it's appetising?
5. How long does it take you to think of a feeling? How long after a moment does it take you to realise your feeling?

Adventures of LexOnline
1. Do you really want 5 questions?
2. Do you REALLY want 5 questions?
3. Do you REALLY WANT 5 questions?
4. Do you REALLY want 5 QUESTIONS?
5. Would you like me to ask something different for the 5 questions?

okay, serious lot this time for the Lexu

Lex
1. What is the colour of your favourite part of the day?
2. Can you ever say you've had a NDE? What was the NDE?
3. Can you pin point an emotion that has been life changing and still negates any logical thinking in decision making?
4. If you could be reincarnated as an animal, what kind and what do you see the benefits of the experience to your self development as a person?
5. What movie have you watched and thought to aspire to live that kind of camera lens portrayal of reality/fantasy?

Don't forget to answer the questions on your own blog!!!!!! Links are provided on the questions and under the links menu!!!! Also don't forget to post the rules when referencing to the 5 questions game!!!

Lucky last question. If I call you, and then say Seven Days, will this become a modern chain curse or do I have to fall down a well first?

Enjoy <(^;^)> myo

Go on, aks me - u know u 1-2

2004-10-17T21:27:00.000+11:00

Post number, hang on.... checking...... well, the previous one was about the 5 questions, and it was at 55, so that makes this...... *counts on fingers*........ oooh NUMBER 56!!

OK

5 QUESTIONS GAME

I have aksed for 5 questions from Mr Rattay of Zenslave blogginess - as he had asked for 5 questions from an acquaintance of his own. But this is a bad explanation of the question game.

I aksed for 5 questions from Mr Rattay
I received 5 questions (and only 5 questions) from Mr Rattay
I answered the 5 questions from Mr Rattay personally, truthfully, mostly wholly

and now for the fun bit! tee hee

It is now up to you, of your own choice and discretion, of course, to aks me, via my bloggy comments seen as I have bothered to update the template *COMMENT YOU FUGGERS!*, for 5 questions that you need to answer on your blog personally, truthfuly and mostly wholly.

So in brief I was aksed 5 Qs, I A'd the 5 Qs, U gotta aks me for ur 5 Qs.

Simple.

DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT
*subliminal motivation mantra*

ps: this is not a chain mail thingy unless I am totally mistaken and mislead and if it eventuates to be the truth I would feel entirely and completely gutted and would have to repent and poonish the horrible, HORRIBLE, person that has encouraged me to participate in this. Any comments that do not receive a reply or requisitioned questions or are irrelevant to the aforementioned post will be ignored and no interjection or argument will be entered into upon complaint submission from hereonin or thereafter.

pps: I take no responsibility or liability for events, occurances, conversations that are previous, present or post to the beforementioned question requisition, real or imagined..........

ppps: Goddamit, just comment and aks me for the damned quesions; and quit reading!!!!

Five Questions =- the Peep Show

2004-10-11T23:48:00.000+11:00

1. If your life was a game, what would it be? Describe this in detail,
including how the game would be packaged, what the target demographic is,
and what platform it is ideally played on.

My Game would be ALTopia - the alternate life in your Utopia
It would be an action RPG - fully 3d; vast, expansive, interactive environments with seasons and night & day, emotions and mood expressed from chara interactions.
Your chara would be born or created, depending on your make.
It's your Utopia so you set your limits, you push your boundaries.
Target demographic is RPG gamers that want more than to speak with NPCs all day.
My platform would be bio-intergrated chips - plugging directly into the dream centre of the brain - full dream immersion into the subconscious to find your ultimate utopia ideal.

2. What was your favourite book when you were a kid and why?
The Highway Man - the tragic love story of a highway bandit and his downfall being his love of a simple innkeepers daughter without the romeo & juliet cliche bullshit. The fact that a young girl's love and humilation led her to pull a trigger on a gun - back then guns would have been pretty explody messy - I wonder if she died soon after shooting herself. The illustrations were done on black paper - beautiful ghostlike images haunting me from the sheets as I turned each leaf.

3. If there was one thing you wanted me to know about you, and it was
something you wouldn't tell anyone else, what would it be? Ignore the fact
you will be answering this in a public forum.

I am 11 years old - Leaving my first childhood home and beginning to become self aware, I am afraid and alone - I don't want to go - I am a child - I want to go home.

4. What did you want to be when you grew up and how does your present life
match up to that dream? (taller is not an answer).

I wanted to be an Archaeologist. I admit that currently my present life is similar - taking old tomes from hidden archives, wiping years - perhaps a decade - of dust from their primitive manila covers, deciphering the language of a time gone by and studying them to enlighten myself from todays world's past. Not glamourous but sure beats the heat and sand in ur pants of Egypt.
(ooh =- I take offense to the ideal taller business - I am sure height is a predominant wish when striving to become a super model - plus 5'9" would be nice being the first supermodel archaeologist).

5. What do the following words mean to you:

Flange
A bad spelling of Blancmange - Which I always get in my head "white cat". Think about it - it should hit u soon.
Sunrise
The slow warming of the Earth before the burning heat of midday. That Korean tale of the dude who stole a nymph's clothes to keep her as his wife and then he loses her and becomes a crow - he calls each morning for his wife to return for him.
Bathtub
Waxy, oily bath rings, flaking dirt and rust stains; the little plug hole that I like to stick my toes on as the water goes down the drain when it gets unplugged.
Twitch
Radio..... what's with that radio......... Sil.... ent..... h......illlllllllll.......Nu....r...r.r...r..r..r..r........ses....... s....ave..........L....i.......sa
Icecube
Cold, wet, nipples.
Virgin
Mary, the worlds best con artist - better than Houdini with hiding a sausage.
Terrorist
Cliched word - overused - under explained.
Saviour
Respect and practice of Human Rights for all.
Perfect
Singularity.
Unattainable
The memories before life began.

Poetry Explosion

2004-10-11T11:02:00.000+11:00

Pohsst namberr Fefty faohr (54 in bad Irish accent)

Ode to a Frooty Loopy

So sugary
without fruity goodness
tastebuds over excited with sweet sweet acid
Artificial colour to make my stomach churn
Sickly icing taste
makes me shudder
with sadness
for you are not as tasty
as fruit tingles.

Ode to a Coco Popp

Carob,
Malt,
Fudge.
Crunchy rice.

Makes noise,
Like a spoonful of bugs
being crushed
on the roof of my palette.
Milkshake taste;
Munchy vibrations.

Bouncing Yoyos
Frolic in the depths of my bowl.
Regurgitated Pudding flavour.
Playful bananas;
No bananas, today.

The creativeness seems to be coming out like an explosion of poetry in post atomic catostrphic waves.

Do Ladies in Bikinis always make my bum look big?

2004-10-08T23:54:00.000+11:00

Post number 53

madsalmon.btinternet.co.uk

I am not linking to this site because it's not the right kind of site to link to. But if you happen to visit it - check the wallpaper 31.jpg picture.

I am telling you now. No matter how little clothing or how hot a chik looks - it WILL NOT, and I repeat WILL NOT, make me like XP any better.

Nuff sed.

Edit: I Forgot to put a heading here - oops

2004-10-08T23:41:00.000+11:00

Post numbero 52 (that's like two-fiddy but not)

Hmmm - This is the little message that I left on a friend's site. I hope he likes it. He asked me to send my luv for his site. So I did. Did I mention my strange inability to tap into pure emotion and instead I skirt around the issue in strange ways? I think not little puppy.

"08 October 2004 - To a Self inflating Bunny"

Little pieces of your mind
Float in vast spaces,
dribble into little rivulets
and Pool collectively
to this place you call zenslave.

Take me to your home town
The place where silence
is red and tarnished
and I will follow
Like a drunken lamb

To listen to your stories
and wallow in your damp fog
of self veneration

I will call it the holiday;
a resort;
a small piece of your hell;
that I like to visit
on my rainy days off.

This is my love for your site, o Thespian.

p.s.
*A liitle too late;
A little too early.
All too well known
You are a man with rabbit ears*

Tampons or a movie about Food - u choose

2004-10-07T11:37:00.000+11:00

Post number 51 - sounds a bit like an old person.....

Waaah - cool Japanese movies about restaurant Ramen shop owners in their late 30s and having truck driver sensei teaching them about professional noodle making.

Or just cute love story - a bit like My Fair Lady but with Noodles.....

I want noo-dl-eeeees.

What a great movie - and I kept on thinking of Raccoons and Tampons...... just the other kinds of stuff I have seen on the tv makes me think of things and stuff and get on strange thought trains.

Ode to Ramen

Yes - Ramen Noodles.
So shiny in their oily broth and long
and skinny
with their slightly off cream looking tenderness
oh what succulent fresh pork
and small and subtle nori
that floats so serenly;
Ramen Noodles
I shall eat u all - MWAHH HA HA HAAAH

Ahhhhh I will go out for Ramen one day. one day soon.

Welcome to over the hill - the grass is greener here

2004-08-14T21:19:00.000+10:00

Post numbero 50

Hi, and welcome to old age. You are now beyond the middle agedness of being "over the hill" at post number 40 and have reached the quiet and delicate decade of where old age sinks its teeth into you and keeps a hold until you die or get extreme plastic surgery that makes you look 20 years younger.

Even though I am pretty old, well not too old, just passed the invincible teenage stage and entering the scary years of "twenty-something" I am still learing new things, almost every day.

Today I learned about T-Shirts. I know what they are. They are Tee Shirts. Today I learned that T-Shirts are called that because the are in the shape of a certain letter of the alphabet. Can you guess? I didn't guess for many many years, not that it crossed my mind to put the name to the literal meaning of the letter "T" being the shape of a shirt and that is why they call it a "T-Shirt".

Although that is the only logical conclusion for the naming at this stage because my brain can't really cope with that learning curve and also considering that the reason the T is added to the Shirt may be an abbreviation of a word like Tailored Shirt or something..... I shudder to think.

Now the idea of an "F-Shirt" makes so much more meaning. Also marketing a "Y", "M", "C" and "A" shirts strikes me as a logical and sensical progression for the evolution of the tiny tee.

I wonder what a "B" shirt is for...............................

Teh happy in your pants makes my eyes hurt

2004-08-14T21:10:00.000+10:00

POst nuMBer Forty Nine

eh-hem *poem*

Ode to iPod mini

iPod iPod, so shiny and green
iPod iPod, I shall keep u unscratched and cleen
iPod iPod, so small and so light
iPod iPod, you bring music to my life

I got it yesterday and it's so shiny and new and shiny and green and new and shiny.

Did I mention it's shiny?

Oh, it has been an interesting week full of electric blankets and hot nights and rainy days and strange dreems due to overheating the body.

Today was op-shopping. The giant op shop is like MEGA huge. But apparently it's not the biggest one in town.

I never really considered where all the old clothes go. I tend to wear clothes out and throw them away. I also sometimes give clothes away at a clothes swap with friends and then the unwanted items go to the clothing donations bins.

Walking amongst wall to wall old clothes was a very overwhelming experience. And the shoes section smelled like old shoes, non-aired, feet smell residue and a hint of sweat. I must have had a very bewildered look on my face because my friend who took me was laughing at my expression.

Hmmm, I will do some more shopping because there is some nice stuff under $5.00

I like cheep, but I also like good expensive stuff. Actually, I'm a girl, so I just plain love shopping!

U get out what u put in.....

2004-07-28T20:13:00.000+10:00

Post number.......... hang on............. just checking................ myeh..........
Announcing post number 48 - it's nearly over the hill, but life's supposed to start in 2 more blogerthdays.

Hey - the joys of suburbia. I guess you can't pick ur neighbours - but you try to pick a neighbourhood.

Frankly. I don't appreciate the humour of others at times. Especially when that humour is to leave

A CONDOM IN YOUR MAIL BOX!!!!

Surprise delivery from the postman perhaps? I guess he must be outdoing the milk man these days with procreating............I mean....... mail distribution.

Well, if those of you who wouldn't appreciate a small rubbery thing left inside ur box............. you can appreciate that I didn't inspect too much to see if it was used or not. I am quite glad it wasn't a letter bomb - could have been a very very messy fawkboom.

Beware of strange condom weilding posties - they can strike at any time - they may even be funded by a latex company that sounds similar to A**hole............

-_-' I'm thankful it didn't have written on it a name like "Robert" or it could have been fatal

My sides might split if I laugh too much

2004-07-24T14:11:00.000+10:00

Post numbero 47

I had a nice ride the other weekend. It was quite interesting. I had a great time at the coast in the sun with the ocean view to greet me in the morning. I rolled over and looked at my boyf in the morning light filtering through the thin curtains........

Ahhhhh peacefulness and tranquility on a mini kind of impulsive weekend trip to the beach. Played with the dog, looked at the local shops - very nice, very relaxing.

Then it was a trip to the hospital with a courtesy ride in a meat wagon due to severe stomach pains. No, I was not pregnant and didn't realise I was giving birth. I was kept in for observation, and it was scary, I've never been to hospital before - especially not in an ambulance.

The perks of the trip - realising I can't eat too much food when I have been practically starving myself from fear of eating something that will make me sick, finding out I am not dying and the happy gas they gave me in the ambulance.....

The down side to the trip - I was found rolling on the toilet floor in agony with a really snotty nose (very very unglamarous), the pain of my stomach and finding that I wouldn't get in for emergency surgery unless I was dying.

The ambulance people were very nice, very professional and very pleasant to talk to once I could manage to talk properly and breathe at the same time.

Yes, I feel the immortality and invincibility of my youth has passed considerably in the past 3 months.

Welcome to the adult existence of ageing.

Ohhhh - Yeaaaaaaaaa - I gotta have it - or u don't get it

2004-07-03T13:10:00.000+10:00

Post number 46 - very very long fence

This is my battle cry: if you hear it, run for the luv of potatoes.

Why are you so dumb? *wait, don't try to come up with an intelligent answer to that one!

2004-06-09T22:51:00.000+10:00

POst number SOmething like 4-t-5

Hmmmmm why are old people so damn noisy all of a sudden?

Trying to enjoy a nice restaurant with usually nice atmosphere and nice company with nice food being served - and then - the old people start with their goose gaggling raucous overexerting obnoxiously loud nauseating volume increase.

What happened to be the sitting table seen not heard rule of thumb?

I thought they were sposed to be less noisy, reserved in their wise age, quiet ponderings of existentialism from the old days. iono. It's all a bit confusing.

My conclusion.

Old age leads to hearing impairment which leads to very loud talking. And with over ten fully aged people with a bottle or two o' wine it gets very very noisy.

I feel like une choclat et noisette. And less noise, more eating.

Talkin' Beens

2004-06-09T22:48:00.000+10:00

I have decided people are like coffee.

They sometimes go good with milk, some full cream or skim.
All have this bitter taste that you mask with sugar and sweetener.
Some smell like hazlenuts.... Or I just think they do.
Some have fattening cream on top with syrup.
And when you get to the bottom of the cup, you get the shitty grainy
grit bits and oil from the milk and cream.
In all it's a tolerable buzz but it wears off after 10 hours......we are
better off with water.

You are like a coffee because you are of a people.

Aliens on the other hand are like jelly. All goobly woobly and mystical
like.

Animals are like boiled lollies. They make your tongue feel coated with
sugar and cut the inside of your mouth.

I've had a coffee today, it was strong - it tasted like pancakes -
baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad pancakes. Or hazlenuts - I can't tell anymore.

-_-'

Mitten Kittens

2004-05-14T15:18:00.000+10:00

The day in the life of a post 43

Hmmm today is blah. today is blah. today is blah. But it IS Friday!

The Friday of all Friday's. It's Fridays that I like best. The end of the working week and my brain can switch off for the weekend and rest and relaxation can take place. Ahhhh it feels good when it's the weekend.

Hmmm Lexonline is sending beautiful pictures sooooon but in the meantime has posted some of her happy snaps so follow the linky link to look at a piece of paradise!

It all seems so very very peaceful and sunny days over in Thailand with many cheap good things like Pucca merchandise and Doraemon (Ding Dong) for very very small amounts of money. Wooh would I go silly shopping or what!

I heard on the radio this morning that a Monastery in Thailand have a Design School there where they have an affiliation with an Italian Design School and they teach the Thai people and also some of their monks even do it too! That's pretty darn cool - Asian design is very interesting and different at times.

Please Love Me

2004-04-25T16:36:00.000+10:00

Post number 42 - a desperate cry for help

Why is the world so full of extreme love? What kind of weird wacky personal entwined hearts relationship do you have with people? Mine is happiness, selfishness, huggles and cats. And no, I'm not single.

The whimsical thoughts of being single is the same of whimsical thoughts of being in a relationship. The idea is love is different from being in love, falling out of love, making love. It's the great word that has many endless applications and only one true meaning.

I think that love has done good things for us, I really do*. Love has done great things for us. Take all those people, for instance, who have made those songs about love that has enriched our lives. If you don't think love has done good things for us - Take all your Delta albums and all your Delta cd's** and burn them, because you know what .........you listen to too much Delta....... =;=

What are we chasing? Are we chasing love? Is love catching up to us, like old age? Do I love? Can I love? Have I loved? Am I loving? Am I loved? And really, how the fukc is Amy got anything to do with my relationship with my PS2??***

Am I loved? What is love? Love is like a nice comforting feeling that we get from kisses and hugs and warm friendly smiles and knowing that someone cares...... It's not breastfeeding, it's not holding your hand, it's not driving to the pictures, it's not the flowers.... It's that wonderful feeling in your insides that makes a warm pop in your brain and washes all through your body to your fingertips from when another person sends you that ultimate thought "I heart you"****.

Love is in the caring, love is in the touch of a person, love is spending time together, love is in the thought and that is what counts.

I can't give you the world. You have the world already - I can only give you my love.

*by the way, if you've noticed the blatant reference to a quote in here.... you totally need to get out more often*

**If you do own a Delta cd... I don't know you**

***If you think that you are in love or might be in love or just thinking, stop thinking..... just love***

****all this has been spawned by watching the movie "Love Actually" and the play "360 positions in a one night stand"****

My best friend has moved to Thailand and all I got was this lousy cup-of-soup from the supermarket

2004-04-13T23:45:00.000+10:00

Post number 4*1* which makes 41 star!! har har.

Hmm strange communicating via a blog. My friend has moved to Thailand for a mini holiday and then mega 12 month job teaching the little kittens of Thailand chic Kitty Couture direct from Taswegia.

Actually it's a teaching job in a primary school.

*sigh* only 376 days til she comes back to go shopping with me and have fun girly chats over coffee.

Hey! What am I sighing about??!! I hope that (adventures of) Lex Online is wonderful and terriffic and that I end up spending a girly chat over coffee in a nice Thai cafe ^_^ and speaking Thai to the little kittens of the orient.

And check out that picture of all the Cola signs in the street. I did spot the Pepsi sign that was fixtured advertising a restaurant/cafe/eatery..... Funny.....

Happy Songkran Lex Online!!

Handsome boyfriend is keeping count of the days until he again feels you in the flesh ^_^" (blush)

Happy Pagan holiday turned Christian weekend of Rememberance!!! now where's that lucky Easter bunny paw I scored on Sunday........?

Feeble minded kittens - I shall rule u all with my iron fist - obey the FIST!!!

2004-04-13T23:39:00.000+10:00

Post number

40.

There, over the hill. The meaning of blogging is now lost that it's currently over the hill, middle aged with a mid-life crisis ensuing in the wings..... Life starts at 40. Apparently there has been 39 blogs before hand so I say the life of this blog is 0 plus 39..... which does not add up to 40.... and that means that 0 is not a number.... and there is only the series of 2... 1..... -1.... -2......

My feeble minded kitten brain is not coping with this new zero theory.

Don't ask your cats mathematical questions. Maybe query their existential views on napping in the sun but don't ask if 1 plus 1 = a window.

Scientifically provent to improve your sex drive - Apparently cars have a gear called sex.

2004-04-03T19:40:00.000+10:00

*is that like cruise control?

Post number 38 for those still counting. i am. In some email, there really is no number 9. I also did check back to realise, there was no number 9.

:B

bunny. *duuuuuhhhhhhh*

:U

kinda like pacman.

=:<

that "mi mi mi mi" beaker dude from The Muppet Show.

@:]B<|=

Transvestite with a bee hive.

E:

bunny, again. *duuuuuhhhhhh*

Sometimes you get the feeling I'm making shit up. Well, sometimes you're right, but I'm never going to admit that. There, you've had your 15 seconds of fame. Get off my soap box.

*EDIT*actually this is post number 39. It's a premonition I may be 36 twice...... or not.... or maybe a giant monkey will eat your boxers of the washing line and crap tokens for pachinko.

SeaChicken

2004-03-07T12:56:00.000+11:00

Does your tuna in a can or tuna onigiri sound like SEACHICKEN?

Please tell me if it does and enlighten me if anything in the Japanese language that is to do with tuna actually sounds like "seetschkin"??

And my little kittens are fine. They like tuna in a can. I like tuna in a can. Moose hates tuna in a can. He also hates horsebite*s

=3

toooehehhehehehehehhehehehehhhhehehehheehehhhehhhhehhhehhhehhheheeehehehee.

*giggle*

Last night I dreamed about bunnies. There were around 6 bunnies. One had an awesome cottony tail like a bundle of cotton wool bits that had been washed and has that slightly worn fluffiness about them. Another had Bob Marley dreads and its ears bundled up into a topknot.

I ate apple puree before bedtime. I'll try not to tonight.

Lord, it's hard to be humble - doo doo doopy doo doo daaaaaah!

2004-03-05T13:55:00.000+11:00

Post number 36 (*EDIT*actually this is post number 37)

http://www.veganpet.com.au/ Please visit the site - if you don't, you will stay ignorant.

WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD YOU MAKE YOUR OBVIOUSLY, TOTALLY NATURALLY MEAT EATING CAT INTO A FCUKING VEGAN????

So that no animal is suffering to feed your pet.

What kind of idea is that a vegan diet can be staple, nutritious and enjoyable lifestyle for your cat JUST BECAUSE YOU DON'T WANT TO HURT ANIMALS??? What kind of executive, authoritarian, egotistical, human decision makes it right to feed your cat (or dog) no animal products???

I can't belive this is such an absolute degradation and abomination of the nature of animals. You are denying a cat's instinct to eat meat and the natural cycle of life to eat meat. Is it a problem to buy fresh meat from a pet food store? You can go to your local butcher if it makes you feel so bad. The animals that you feed your pet from a butcher and pet meat store have all been killed in a strictly humane manner - you can ask them if you like.

You may not be supporting the meat industry with their mass harvesting of bovine product or sheep products but you may also be missing the fact that sheep, pigs and cows are an industry where they are bred for turing into meat products - I see this as sustainable. The objection to the slaughter techniques is also an issue. To obviously have meat products you do need to kill an animal otherwise it's bloody cruel to start cutting off tender loins before they are dead. The industry has regulations - you may not agree with them, but let's see how you would fare killing your own meat product in a humane manner - then you can propose to the industry to use that technique - they should always be looking for more productive and more humane killing methods.

Ehhh - I guess everyone has watched a documentary on big cats in the wild. Oh, hang on - no they eat antelope and zebra, that's cruel, they suffer, they do get eaten, no waste - and they are beautiful, majestic, natur............oh, hang on a minute - OMG THEY'RE BEING KILLED WITH THEIR BARE CLAWS????? OH NO NO NO NO THE JUGULAR AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!

Fish - this is the other one - is obviously from the sea. If you feed your pets fresh fish that you catch yourself, you know that it's fresh, that you would have prepared it yourself and that you are not supporting the fishing industry. Local fish mongers. Not only are you supporting your local fish monger, you know that it is fresh. You could even ask them about their fishing techniques to make sure that you are happy with the way they do their job before buying any fish from them.

C'mon, there has got to be more you can do than just turning your cat or dog into a vegan. You're not supporting the industry, but you're not stopping it. Do you think that boycotting companies like that happens? Do you think that making your cat eat vegan foods means that you're hurting the mass producing manufacturers that sell foods like that to millions - MILLIONS OF PEOPLE?

I don't want to be negative about it but it gets me angry - thinking that "I'll feed my pet vegan food so the little animals aren't hurting" and not supporting industry is naive. You are not supporting industry, nor local business, nor your community by owning an animal that eats meat and choosing for it to become vegan.

Firstly you should think about why did you buy a cat or a dog? They are MEAT EATING ANIMALS FOR CRYING OUT LOUD - buy a Rabbit, or a Guinea Pig, or a Pot Bellied Pig, Sheep, Alpaca and Ponies - they don't eat meat and are loving pets.

Why do you want a pet that eats meat? Is it because you can make the moral decision for them that they shouldn't eat meat because it is wrong? I want a pet and I don't want it to eat meat when it is a MEAT EATING ANIMAL.

Life and death is a cycle. I understand that manufacturers and their mass production, havesting and killing is not always the best, most humane or sustainable. People are very selfish. I think that it is selfish to make your pet eat something it would not eat naturally coz you want it to.

I know that these people will still feed their pets vegan food. I will continue to feed my pets meat.

Please be kind to your animals and give them the LOVE and RESPECT they deserve.

Does age really matter? I mean REALLY MATTER???

2004-03-03T23:26:00.000+11:00

I think I know some 36 year olds. I think. I don't normally ask people their age because then my brain goes into - age + wisdom = error, they should be smarter!!!!!! and I get confused.

I also was told that I am eight today. It's hard to act my age when I want to be happy, child like happy and find small amusement in the little things in life. I think if I ignore it, it'll get better, but it gets worse. So I don't ignore it.

Hey, there is not a single day when I don't think of my family - or of my friends - or of my kittens or my Sharni cat.

Not a single day passes without some thought of some one that I like best.

And I know I have been a bit of a stress nut lately and I have a very very low tolerance and a very short temprement for silly thoughts.

ehhhhhhhhh - it's all bad and all good and all bad and all good and all bad and all good and shut up now coz it's driving me nuts. It's all this silly thought. Woolly thought.

Maa's woolwash is horrible stuff and shouldn't be used on wool. It makes me wanna puke. Eucalyptus washing stuff smells like cat pee. Mebbe coz cats peed in it.

Stinky woolly thoughts.

I need to wash.

Yours sincerely, yours faithfully, yours in anticipation, yours signed on the dotted line

2004-03-03T23:24:00.000+11:00

Post number 35.

Enough woolly thought. When you see tradgedy on tv, don't turn away, or switch it off, ignoring it isn't acknowledging it.

I saw some disturbing stuff on tv. The tragic and devastating aftermath of a suicide bomber was broadcast on tv. There were wailing men, women and children and there were bodies, lying in literal pools of blood. It was gutwrenching the feeling I felt of their helplessness in a world that is full of people that can't find peace.

I felt sick.

This graphic broadcast of strewn bodies lying in a street and the injured survivors being taken for treatment made me realise, this is after the war, this is footage of after the war. This footage was more bloody, more shocking, more tragic than any footage of soldiers since the war had started. Even the words they used of innocent people on the news was saddening me more and more.

If it is so easy to make war, why do we find it such difficult task to find peace, to make peace and to have peace. We all have a heart and when we die, our loved ones grieve for us. We breath the same air and live amongst others everyday. It's hard to see eye to eye. It's hard to forget years of disaster, grief, tradgedy and feelings of hate, anger, vengeance. It's hard because perhaps peace is such a great thing that we do have to work to achieve it.

My day to day tasks involve small amounts of stress over seemingly meaningless events when you think of a global scale of famine, war, political disruption, civil unrest, and that all too cliched word "terrorist". I choose not be a terrorist. I also choose not hate people because of their colour, their religion, their beliefs. I am in a Western raised society where I learn these things but I have not been put in that kind of a situation where I have to decide, to take sides, to make a choice between myself and others. I want to have faith in people, that everyone, deep down, wants peace. I am not eight years old and trained to kill people, I'm not a freedom fighter struggling to get rid of corruption, I am not a person condemned for their religious beliefs.

It makes it a little harder for my belief in peace to not sound shallow and insignificant, empty and meaningless when I have been fortunate to be born into a family that cares for me, to have a loving relationship and to live in a city without war, without daily civil conflict on the street.

Please start small - don't lose faith in humans - we are all human and can stand strong, peaceful, happy and proud to be part of humankind. No more woolly thinking, give the power of peace to the people and so we can be a people for peace.

Sign your heart for peace.

.........................................................................

2004-03-01T00:54:00.000+11:00

Po-0-0-0o-ooost number 34 *gimme, gimme, gimme, the honky to-nk blues*

Almost a mid life crisis post if my age was actually 34. I think that would be the time that I finally buy a sportscar.

In the event that I do not grow Panda ears, I will also not buy a sportscar. I need panda ears to drive a sportscar.

I did 3 hours of stompy rave dancin kinda weird unco-ordinated jigging on Friday morning from 12.30am to around 3.30am. It was quite good. Unfortunately the passive smoking made my weary twenty-something body feel like it had a hangover and a half from just drinking water and floundering in a crowd with a glo-stick. I also had a Mount Franklin water bottle rythmically bounced on my head causing me to cringe in pain on the dance floor. Luckily it was from a nice polite raver boy who apologised almost kissed my crown better.

Saturday was the very late start to the morning with me actually waking up and realising full consciousness at 3.00 pm in the afternoon when I found I had wandered through a tourist place, paying $15.00 and thinking - fukc that was shit. I believe that modern technology is a wonderful thing. I do also believe that good old fashioned verbal and visual communication goes a long way in this world of videos, dvd's, surround sound and infra red. I also thought that I could have cause a great security hazard with little effort. I do not wish to make someone's day shit so I decided to just amuse myself with the thought of an imaginary small child raining havoc on someone imaiginary, too.

Sunday I got to feed animals at the wildlife sanctuary at MOle CreeK. I liked the tubby man who did the tour - he looked like he could cuddle animals all day. He also looked like someone who could smash your spine if you happened to laugh at the thought of creating road kill for fun.

We only have a few days left before our Japanese student goes back to Japan. I hope that they've enjoyed their study here of the wonderful language we call "Austraaaaalian" and I hope he doesn't use swear words profusely at untimely and inappropriate moments of his life. I have learned that if you speak a different language and go to a different country and practice, make sure it's the right language for the country you visit.

My kittens are doing better this weekend. After the drowsiness of the anaesthetic wearing off they are almost back to their bouncy selves - except Wolf has a little less jiggle and Yumi has one less internal organ........ (they never stop being cute!!)

*sigh* I really would like panda ears.

OH, and the sportscar.

BTW I miss my Sharni cat. Please, if you see her wave - she can't hear you.

Current Mood :: Tragic; my life is struck with panda-earless-misery: and I'm not shitting you either. I have no panda ears!
Current Fetish :: Daydreaming of Happy Cats and fields of Domo-kun
Current Whinge :: No fields of domo-kun

Don't forget to brush your teeth - you never know when a Hottie will give you Mouth to Mouth 0_,0

2004-02-26T21:37:00.000+11:00

My leg hurts.

I think I got kicked in my sleep. There is no bruising but it hurts. So maybe I suffered a really bad leg cramp. Or pins and needles or something like that. I did use my legs today. I walked. I normally walk but today was different because, well, because it hurt when I walked because of my leg - that hurts.

Ehhh - but it won't be as bad as the Kitties will be feeling tomorrow!! Kittens are going in for the BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG Oppy. Yes, poor little Wolf will lose his furry little bubbles of catty manliness and Yumi gets a full hystorectomy at age 6 months. Life's a bitch. Especially when you're a desexed kitten.

Oh, and if you buy a packet of Maggi noodles you can go and make a noodlebot. That was fun. My noodle bot is called Ichadoubilly which is very very weird for a name and a very very cute little noodlebot. I am a macromedia game fiend!!! I especially like the net game crypt raider which is like boulder dash with Indiana Jones and with brick body look ^_^ so cute.

Ehh - it's all a bit stressing. I wish I could find the "why worry" pessemists reasons for not worrying. My great Granddad had one of those on a teatowel-hangery-wall scroll-thingy and it was very very funny. I am now at an age to reflect and think "that was funny".

Well, to keep my spirits up - today I overheard a really really negative comment from some one who really should be channelling more positive energy. I don't mind people asking if you're interested to help out for a good cause (I don't see religion on a mass scale as being a good cause - but I don't want to start a religion war), but if you're going somewhere and you have an appointment to make, or you've got other commitments then you DON'T APPRECIATE when you say "I don't have time at the moment, can I take some information away to do it later?" and you get the ARROGANT DUMB ASS REPLY of something along the lines of "you can't because you won't!" - that is a totally unmotivational comment......

WHAT THE FUKC?? Perhaps respect and positivity don't go hand in hand when you are on the street and wanting people to help out..... >:(

Eh - that is my gripe for today. The lack of decency - I don't mean you gotta be suckhole polite kissin up to people and makin them feel sorry for you and give you money. I mean the positive, energy that makes things happen in a good way!!

I am like a pet. I like positive rewarding. I don't react positively to a negative comment - and it makes it so much harder when someone insults you to try and turn it round to a positive response.

Freedom of thought - I always consider - and also not judging others - well that's a judgement in itself - but all to do with freedom of choice.

FREEDOM TO THE PEOPLE FOR CHOICE

I choose to not take it personally.

But now for some more kitten pondering. I hope they will be okay. I have to work and the Moose will take them in for their snippy snippy oppy.

Please think of the kittens!!!! (* and the domo kun if you really really want to!)

Don't be tardy - be fashionably late

2004-02-23T13:10:00.000+11:00

Wooh - what a weekend. Sometimes you want stuff to happen and then it becomes a nice chilled out weekend and sometimes it doesn't.

This was a bit of both.

What a yummy fun birthday evening for my friend it was!!! We ate yummy food and then met up and played pool for a while. It was fun. I learned the pants pub rules for pool. Luckily for me I didn't have to learn it the hard way!!!! *sigh of relief as I manage to get a cue to push the little white ball to push the other red ball in the kinda correct direction.* I did manage to get the red balls strategically placed for some nice pool asthetics. I obviously lost as well ^;^

wooh some more cheap advertising........ NOW

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VISIT THIS SITE OF SOME POOR SLAVE THAT IS A SLAVE TO THE ZEN WHICH IS PART OF BUDHIST RELIGION BUT IS NOT PART OF THIS GUY'S RELIGION *I think* AND FIND OUT ALL COOL SECRET MYSTERIES OF THE WORLD. Or just read if for noodle food.

Weh. What a week it has been. Actually two weeks. Strange having strange people in the house. Oh yeah, we have a visitor from Japan. He is crazy outgoing very talkative and apparently not very shy boy japanese like at all. Those anime's we watch are all true then!!!!

oh btw the noodle is the brain. But you really really should have used your noodle to figure that one out *duh*

Oh yeh - and I opened a vast vacuous hole into the realm of BITCHDOM. Prepare yourself for a big can of Bitch and a cold slap in the face with a frozen Marlin.

And to burst all the innocent dream bubbles that I could ever have about becoming a digital idol - I came to the realisation that "cat girls" and "bunny girls" and little "cat girls in sailor unifrom" are lap dancing show girls and that Digicharat is all about becoming a PORN STAR - my favourite cartoon image is shattered. No wonder Puchiko can only dribble festy crap when she does the Eye Beamu......

I am going to cup day and I'm going to wear a dress and I'm going to wear a hat and I'm going to have matching shoes and I'm going to drink some wine and champagne and I'm going to have a fun time and I'm going with friends, so there. Nhyeeeeeeehh.

Current Mood: ::Wretched
Current Fetish ::Opening a can of Bitch made from 100% Bitch on some poor hapless person
Current Whinge ::Can't find a hapless person, any volunteers??

Please note these headings don't have any relevance to the contents of each individual posts.

2004-01-29T21:03:00.000+11:00

Post number 31

My life is a big bunny rabbit. It is fluffy with bouncy cute cottony tail. The world is full of yummy dandelions. But I bite. And scream when I get hurt. And the cats want to eat my fluffy little ears.

I like carrots.

They will freak you out - no, really - they will. They're freaks. It's their job

2004-01-29T20:55:00.000+11:00

Ppppppppp pppppp ppp ppppopppoopopopopopopossssss ssssss pos sspospospossssst number th tht th tht tht tht tht tht tht thirty.

-_-'

I can't bear to write the number thirty in proper digits.

BTW I am not thirty. If you recall from my earlier blogs. I am 23. 23 peoples. 23. Remember that number. I remember it. So you should to.

Now for some whorish advertising.....

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everyone i went to school with is dead.

*ummmmm I just went ctrl+v and that line just popped up. I am disturbed that this is somewhat cached in the computer............. perhaps the Moose did it............ perhaps the computer got a secondary schoooling and all the PC's died in the Y2K massacre. That was such a tradgedy. All those computers, lost, lost, taken from us.

ANyway.... Back to my advertising ploy....

welcome to luci-lee's diaryland

a girl, in the Canberra megalopolis, one day at a time

hope those links work or else I am a stupid head for trying this href linking button clicking shite. Stupid button clicking href fukcuing shitty links. Stupid fuggin buttons. Shity non placements of them. ARAGGHGHGHGHTHHRUUUURUURURHHH. This is my anguish. Hear it roar.

*phew*

All fixed ^_^ thanks to the Moose.

Enjoy the blogginesss.

THe WorlD Is maKIng mE PooR

2004-01-25T10:41:00.000+11:00

^_^ Post number 29.

Waaaaaaah - SUIGOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII DESUUUUUUUUUU!

I just bought::::::

:: Fruits - book published by Phaidon Press - it's full of awesome streetwear from Japan, full colour publication and all the pages are pictures of weird, wacky, eclectic, neo cyber street punky trash gear. It's the most fabulous fashion book that I have seen in quite a while.

:: Amano - completely fabbo artwork. Ignore the fools who say "gay poofy Final Fantasy Cover Artwork" because they cannot consider that art is for consideration and appreciation and are too feeble of mind to give a more reasonable and conscientious opinion. FOols I sAY! Anyway the book is full of beautiful artwork by Amano who does the cover artwork for the Final Fantasy games (the latest 4 releases) that I know of but also has given way to style of Ninja Scroll and is famous for the chara design Vampire Hunter D.

:: Cute denim tube dress - I just had to buy it at 50% when it really in my eyes, worth that price regardless of it's original $100 price tag. Goddamn expensive women's clothing. My next potential acquisition is a $190 summer dress with beautiful butterfly like marbleing pattern with cute ribbon straps.

So I am quite happy with that. Also, just for a suggestion, get around 7 of your bested buddies and have a clothes swap arvo!!! REhasH some of your fave old cloTHes and put them in fOR somEboDy to make uSE of it and love foR a FEw yeaRs longer. It's fun to swap it then, if u have left over stuff, send it back to the op shop. The three "r's" in fashion peeps

:: Rehash,
:: Restyle,
:: Recycle

Ahhh, I am feeling a spending splurge has just started. Today I found a PS2 Memory Card available for purchase with an Umbrella Corporation insignia (sticker?) on it and I want it sooooooo bad that the money is burning a hole in my upper thigh and it smells like acidic water.

When I grow up, I want to work for Umbrella Corporation. A multinational, world wide Corporation that deals in a lot of pharmaceuticals and also in weapons development. Well, I have no real interest in either of those fields but I wouldn't mind being a lab coat cladded zombie, waiting for some poor Raccoon City resident to feel my evil.

:P

Which brings me to yet another item that will burn a huge hole in my trousers when it is released for Australia. Online REs EViL. It's coming so soooooooooooooooon that I am waiting with baited undead zombie breath...... why do they keep us fans wating for so long???? I am liking the idea of playing with other REAL LIVE LIVING PEOPLE online over the network (being a PS2 network beta trialist was great) and I am expecting to have some nice communication and teamwork happening before the onslaught of mega Tyrant that I am soo happy about when it comes to an end boss in a game.

I HeaRt Res EviL.

Capcom should make t-shirts. That would be nice.

:: My fave t=shirt atm is MAshiMAro - it's white, a probable illegal print, non hugging, cute and makes me smile lots ^_^ cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese.

"can I come too??" Screamers - watch it. watch it and listen for that line.

The Matrix = is a DoNKeY

2004-01-19T21:24:00.000+11:00

and that was the 28th Post

Mid life crisis of blogginess is ahead. Prepare for mid life crisis impact (on the condition that you believe that your mid life starts at 30 and that you would possibly die at 60 whereas I believe that you could discount the first 20 years until adult hood and then have 20 years until your mid life crisis and then still die at 60).

The previous and unposted post marked post was the 27th.

Damn that wallpaper is nice. The one on the website. Actually the website is very very adult content in more like toilet humour and poopy jokes. I have nothing against Poopy Puppy either.

Ugh - Toon is a filth pot. He doesn't even have the decency to appear in a comic. As a real person and not a puppet. It's something to do with a cloth garb and a stick.

Pleeeese - stop me! Pleeeeeeese I beg u, NO MORE ONLINE QUIZZES!!

2004-01-19T20:45:00.000+11:00

you are...
Roofie Raccoon!
You're a nice, honest, plain girl. You've got a
lot to offer, but can't seem to find anyone who
understands your needs. Of course you're not
normal, but who is? Your life is for the most
part in control.

Which Purple Pussy character are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

*poop

now you can all be poopy too!!

^_^ blegh

If I were a bunny, I would have a good nose and a great cotton tail!

2004-01-19T19:53:00.000+11:00

Hi, the 26th Post is herrrrrrre

congratulations. you are the "you smell like
butt" bunny. your brutally honest and
always say whats on your mind.

which happy bunny are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

Tee hee - I luv online quizess. Especially when you do the second, third, fourth and fifth choices you'd make to realise that these are only a very very, fragmented piece of your many faceted personality.

I got the "kiss my ass bunny" and then the "psycho bunny" for my 3rd choices.

I luv Electronica and a lil old skool techno and some bassy house moosik.

I would like to make me a "happy techno chika chill bunny" if only I could find a pink bunny suit????!!

This is not metaphoric either ^_^ Pluuuuuuuuu!

Gosh this takes a long time....... unwinding the cords

2004-01-18T00:39:00.000+11:00

The 25th Post - this is a quarter of a century.

Geez - don't drink milk with out having something flavouring it. Especially when you drink it and your mouth already tastes awful. Also dry mouth is a horrible thing to have. Just when you think that morning breath could be bad. Try pondering about when your morning breath is very very dry mouth morning breath. Like a furry little animal crawled into your mouth at night and slept there and left remaining poopy messages as if to grafiti the inside of your mouth with the tag "I shat here". That is pretty damn furry feeling breath. The kind of breath that could knock out a fully grown man at 10 paces. I am not quite certain the average of ten paces for the average person but do consider that I am not the average girl.

The internet. What a lovely place to be. The ideal of an information superhighway connecting people to the most vast ranges of information. Mostly Porn or mostly shopping. I don't do both. That would take two kinds of thinking and I am a half-simplex girl.

Try thinking of a number, times it by 2, divide it by 3 then multiply it by six and do you think that i have any notion of what your original number is, then you will realise I don't do maths properly.

Toon. Car Toon. the irony. Toon does not have a car.

Moose. Da Moose. the irony. Mooses don't normall have a Da in front of them.

I am trying to get 1 million points in a game where I only average 300,000 on a good day. I like puzzle games. I like the endless tiring goal of achieving a higher score than your previous. I told you I am a half simplex girl. It's not that I could actually use my brain. It's the thouht that someone half my age would be playing the same game and actually winning in 20 hours less time than it takes me to get half that score. *sigh*

Misconception of youth. Youth. Younger. Younger than you are. But if you think that some one is older than you are that actually makes you younger than them. But does not necessarily make you a youth or youthful.

If you say a word heaps of times over and in funny accents and different pitches it does get to roll off the tongue as an extremely strange and weird sounding word. Not in a word comprehension kinda way, more in a funny sound way when you forget the meaning and it becomes phoenics.

Poonix. Poonix down. Mega Poonix.

*poopy*

This week has been an insane muddle of days mashed into a hugely stressing, blindingly fast week. It's the weekends that come to a crash dummy in the wall kinda day. Where Saturday and Sunday mash together and you wake up at 8am in the morning and find it's back to work again. I wonder if I can survive the working career. It's kinda strange. When I ponder on the idea of working for another 28 years which may be a little far off from when I retire and that I should have saved enough money to live off in retirement. I don't really see that far ahead in the future where I can retire a happy old lady and then have lots of little grandchildren to spoil and have a nice family with friendly in laws and lots of sunny happy rosy days where I can sit and tell stories or reminisce in the company of close loved ones. I have a fear of people dying. Perhaps a fear of my own mortality but more so for my family and friends.

Urrghhhh. What happens to you when your family and friends start to pass away and you are left completely alone to walk the road of life? You meet other people on your travels but friends are like a pair of comfy shoes that never wear out. Family dying is like little pieces of your heart and memories being stolen away. Fragments drifting into the air to a passing cloud as you look up to a bright sun and realise that it warms their cold faces. Tiny bits of you, missing. Little memories fading. Fading. Perhaps it is a fear of lonliness that drives people, mainly thinking we are all individuals, walking life in circles that collide with other people. I guess it's a community thing. An habitual pack instinct? Eh, mebbe, perhaps, could be could be. Humans are funny creatures. Funny creatures that create blogs.

Gosh. It's getting late and my thoughts are trailing into the wind. It's been a cool 23 degrees today. That's supposed to be good weather. I hope to write more tomorrow and that it will be a sunny day to write.

oyasuminasai

HOLY SMOKING NON RELIGIOUS WHOOT YEH TO THE SKY!

2004-01-09T22:27:00.000+11:00

I think I just changed the blog???

OMBLOG!!! I think I just changed my blog for the better~ meaning that I actually got a heading title which will also prove to be correct as my assumption of correctness of this fact is pretty good and I should really be watching a movie but I had to check out lexonline's blog (freebie plug for u lexiloooooooooo) and I thought "now why doesn't my blog have shiny special titles huh? Why isn't my blog in pro femenistic hot fashionable playful pink colours with snazzy headings and stuff?? Huh? Huh? HAH! I figured that if you muck about *note the word "muck" not "fcuk"* in your blog settings and template settings a little more than your technologically learn-ed boyfriend did at the start, then you will find that you have been screwing with your blog. Metaphoric terms people. definitely Metaphoric.

AND WELCOME TO THE 24th POOOOOOOOOOOST (post, really, not poooooooooooo-st coz that's a whooole different ball game)**

Turkish Delight.

I like it.

Turkish Delight.

It tastes like Chocolate.

Turkish Delight.

I think it tastes good.

Turkish Delight.

It's chocolate, of course it would.

*applause accepted in the kind nature it was given*

Hmm, I am finding more and more typos when I read through my blogs. Yes, I do review my blogs however I refuse to revise them. But you may find one that has been edited for some reason that I don't remember because if I remembered I would obviously state that reason so as to not nullify my previous comment on how I refuse to revise my blog.

I did giggle. I guess that's a narcissistic flaw that I have. It's not my fault that I was born so unfunny that I have to giggle at my self for my own shallow amusement!!! Blame the money, always blame the money.

If I were poor. I guess appreciation may come easier. I guess love would always glue my heart back from tiny mishapen pieces. I think that I would be of a simpler nature. I guess if you don't have money then that means you're poor. But that's dumb. Dogs don't have money, macaque monkeys don't have money (they may carry hepatitis tho) and the gnu and wildebeast don't have money. Does that make them poor? They also don't understand the value of money. Does that make them ignorant to the necessity of money? They don't carry wallets and can't be mugged of wallets that they don't carry! Does this make them simple minded??????

Enough of those questions coz I sure am not going to answer them. I hope you ponder on them for longer than it takes you to read them.

To be a fully rounded, sane and balanced person do I have to make people ponder on the questions of life, to appreciate the simple things, to be thankful for having what they have (coz I'd sure miss my legs) and to love and care for another being in a respectful manner? It's all a bit much I think. All a bit much for one person. But if you think that you are the only one person to think like that, you are very very naive. I think there is more than just one person out there being nice, I think there are a lot of kind, thoughtful, helpful people out there. And when one of those people makes your day, a little bit of kindness your way, I hope that there is a smile, coz when I make someone's day, I want to make them smile about it. Smile about the good things, happy things. Not all the time coz it tends to strain your face a little more. Apparently it takes more facial expression effort to frown than it is to smile. Don't take it to heart and smile when you're not happy, but just a odd little thing that I heard along my merry lane of life.

Speaking of lanes. I hate Sunday drivers. I can't stand driving on a Sunday. It makes me feel sick thinking of drivers that I have seen out there on a pleasant Sunday who can potentially create massive havoc on some poor driver's outing. I think that as a "one" I am also propogating the statistical chances of car accidents on a road. I do find that if you apply the thinking that there is more than one person out there that thinks there is more than one person out there that could potentially cause an accident and that with every vehicle there is always a greater number of combinations of actually making contact with another vehicle tends to thinking, well, it's not going to be me because that could potentially, if you are still thinking along the lines of this very long winded sentence, reduce the chances of you as a "one" actually being in an accident and therefore the pressure from the responsibility of driving could be waived into a more passive thought of "it' wouldn't be me".

I hate it when I start thinking. I guess you are bored of this blog.

I will tell you something very very scary.

I tend to think like this a lot. And "a lot" is actually two words in the fact I like typing it as two words. I think they should be apart.

And at my age these thinking tendencies seem to get more long and weird and jargonish. I like that word. Weird. It's a bit like the Serial Experiments Lain and where you plug into the online network of cyber entities and you get to a zone called the Wired where there is an elite kind of cyber consciousness in there. Maybe I am very off course with this description of the word WEIRD and the plotline of Lain but I do like that word.

I'm not sure if you notice but after a very long blog of thinking, I actually end off in something a little more obscure and irrelevant some of the times I have blogged. This is not an attempt to sound profound, it's more like a mental wind down. I think it will take me many years to actually start to know me for myself in my own way. Understanding goes a long way. But a MasterCard is credit but not accepted everywhere.

Plumb Jamb peeples. Plumb Jamb.

**I should have put this as my heading *poopy*

2004-01-01T09:57:00.000+11:00

and announcing the 23 rd post - whooooooooooohooooooooo

Well, it's the morning after. The urge to vomit because of alcohol has quelled. The urge to eat something has risen to become a nice can of peaches in mangoes in natural juice. How's that for just under 5 hours sleep.

Due to no alcohol consumption, the kittens are doing great this morning.

All is well in 2004. We have officially our first post party mess. It is a rather large lot of washing up and some chairs in the wrong places. Not too much bother.

I am going swimming perhaps. Perhaps. The day is not that good and I am thinking that it is not much of a good swimming day. I will decide when I get to the beach.

Leg cramps are the worst things when you have had only 4 drinks in 9 hours. Leg cramps are that horrible thing that makes your muscle feel like it's all seized up and then your foot ends up in a funny angle and all your toes look like they've been bent in the wrongest way.

BTW. There are typos in my blogs.

Someone was going to take out the typos. I think that is awful. The words don't necessarily come out of my head with typos. Most of my spelling is damned awesome if you ask me. Well, you didn't ask so I just said it. So there.

Tsukuri mashou, tsukuri mashou.... la.... la... lala..... laaaaaa.

2003-12-31T18:21:00.000+11:00

The 22nd Post

*damn this fence is getting long.... all these posts*

I will paint my fence green. Happy nice may green colour. The colour that you get in spring when the trees get their leaves and the grass still smells like rain.

Happy place. I am trying to think of a happy place.

Notice how the sheep go in flocks and circles. Maybe coz they are herd animals. Not necessarily pack animals. Never have seen a sheep hunt yet. Not in a pack at least. They do run pretty fast for apple peelings. They luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuv apple peelings.

My kittens are huuuuuuge now. Well not that huge. They are now twice the size. They grow so fast. And now we have a camera so that we can take photos anytime we want of happy kittens frolicking and playing and eating and sleeping. I feel weird taking photos when kittens are sleeping.

Hello By Bruce

I have been hacked by a Mac. The PC is now open to hacking by a stupid shiny white piece of trashy Mac. *p-lu*

Well, there is now 5 hours and 43 minutes and 45 seconds until the end of 2003. That means that I now have 5 hours and 42 minutes and 15 seconds to complete all the tasks that I have to for 2003. To be honest, that's not a lot of tasks that I have set myself.

Oh, and the other thing is that The Aliem thinks that the psychiatrist and I just think that is stupid because this line is incohesive.

Go Ape.

A bit like run Forrest, Run.

Any way. I have now wasted over 1 hour now. Damn this weird menagerie of animal named people.........

After 12, it's 2004. A whole year of 2004-ness.

My little brain boggles at the thought.

HAPPY NU YEAOOOOOR

2003-11-06T19:41:00.000+11:00

Now I will post nice shinyness for my 21st Blog

My blog posts have come of age!! and as a special gift................ I wish you all shinyness ^_^

Shinyness always makes the bad go away and when u feel blue the shinyness is there to cheer you up ^_^

Shinyness comes in fruity flavours and is as pretty as a rainbow ^_^

We love the shinyness - We like the shinyness

I wanna be shiny shiny shiny.

Happy shinyness day!!!

2003-11-06T19:32:00.000+11:00

the 20th post - heh heh

We will club u and make u smell like smelly smells do that happens to affect you like that sickening flavour at the back of your mouth and the nauseous rise in your stomach. The smell that makes the feeling of bile slide up your throat and leaves a bitter acidic taste on you tongue. The feeling of lumpy chunks of vomit hurtling to the roof of your mouth and rushing through your nasal passages oozing their sour taste over your tastebuds and burning flavour hits your brain senses that makes you feel like you're spinning in a daze. This is the taste of bitterness.

Can you make more? No, I'm not making more. But we could eat more then and then we wouldn't be so hungry. No, you eat what is there and if you're hungry you can't have seconds. But you have some spare. No, that's my seconds. you get your own. Can we have seconds? No, I can't be bothered with making more. This is all you get.

This is all you get.

A plate full of "fuck-you" and "eat-shit muther fucka" nicely sprinkled with a garnish of "you are like shit". This is your daily world menu in over 20 different languages. Remember you mightn't understand wot foreign people say but the fuck-you feeling is all the same.

This shitful taste in my mouth makes me grimace in with a wry look. It's the taste of humanity. I didn't eat anything to get it. It's just there. I wish I could make it go away.

Why worry about active intuitive minds? It's the bored ones that are going out, nothing to lose, trying to get quick fix, latching on to something and being taken for a ride in the country, so easy, just so easy, too easy and it's all relative to what you know.

Children killing Children. Don't let it stop. Make it stop.

2003-11-05T23:04:00.000+11:00

The 19th Post - somehow I think I lost count, but backtracking wastes my valuable breathing time. I could be breathing each time I think about it but then I would have to think about breathing which means I can't think about something else. Like numbers. Or counting.

2003-11-04T22:31:00.000+11:00

The 18th Post - OMB I missed typing one heading???!!! What is the Sooki world coming toOoooooOOoooo???

Torrential Rain? Tidal Waves? Destruction? No. Far, far worse fate is in store............ Such as the delightful curiosity that is Instructions and Warnings.

Upon opening more shiny newness of goodies purchased with that horrible thing called Munny (check out Kingdom Hearts and their hunny munny.........*_*) [back to the storytelling] we find that we not only receive a shiny newness of a new package with a nice smelly plastic newness fresh out of the box kinda scent BUT [as cool as it is] INSTRUCTIONS AND WARNINGS titled............... NOTHING - NO TITLE..... but back to the real issue...

Interlude

teh piggeh, teh piggeh hates the giraffe of eeeveeel
teh piggeh he tardor the giraffe until it stops making that awful noise *huraragh*

*please get Madadric to demonstrate - remember it's his plushy and teh piggeh doesn't exist*

Anyyyyyyway back to the story.....

The list goes on to basically give you general instructions for use. I like the word "general" - it describes this fascinating piece of ENGRISH to a tee. So here goes: at first I was excited coz of this first line thinking it may be like a real disco dance floor or club;

= There is maybe have some white powder on the surface of the product, please wipe off by a piece of soft cloth.

But then I got distracted by the next few lines - I have no industrious creative skills, nor labourers skills NOR do I know any fella called DON the removalist:

= Make sure to pave the cushion.
= Don not put it near the furniture and other odds and ends.
= Young children must be guided to use it or need parents and teaches to accompany, in case tumbled by it.

The next few technical line were a bit to technical and I know that you have to get technical techy things right coz it's all spelled out clearly and specifically. I would never think about demolishing an accessory, it may be back in fashion next season but I DON"T connect with suppliers like that - I'm not that type of gurl:

= High technology product, do not apart, separate or fix it anyway. Or the damage cannot be guaranteed.
= Do not keep it in the quite high or low temperature environment, especially far away from fireplace.
= If this product can't work well, please connect with your supplier directly.

I was also thinking of playing totem tennis with it on the grass or see if it wanted a coffe up on the corner one Sunday until I read as follows - oh - btw - where is that fuse box......:

= This product is made for indoor games only. Do not use it outdoors or in other occasions.
= Please shut off the power before removing this product.

I didn't get the spirit level out or the sandblaster but I did have to pack away my dancing stilettos :P Be warned, the mat may have a rotating blade underneath - Watch out for your toesies

= Please put it on a flat floor, but not too smooth.
= Do not wear sharp shoes when using it, that may cause damage to the product.
= When using this product, pay attention to keep your feet safety.
= Strong jump or shake may cause influence to the video and audio output.

And to make sure it's a positive happy warm fuzzies note to go out with it considerately sez:
= Please do not jump strongly, that may bring troubles to the other person.

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW <^_^>

2003-11-03T00:20:00.000+11:00

WOW = the Gorge was shiny today full of happy smiley Beta Trialists!! and partners (Brucels came tooooooooooo)

There was no claymores or scrub sniping but it was an interesting arvo engaging in person to person conversations! No need to press and hold the circle button!!

I didn't have many expectations of what these gamers would look like and wasn't too sure of any preconceptions they had about me either - I was too polite to ask ^_^

Alllllllllllllll good - we had the BBQ going and learned a little more about these wonderful Trialists and I was glad I was finally able to put a face to the frag name!! I must say that we did not fit the stereotypes (are there stereotypes?) that I had impressions of from non-gamers *pfft, games? games r 4 kids* and that it was great to know that there are a whole range of ages and age groups. Some brought their kiddies ^_^ lil cuties they were and very well behaved too.

The sun and the company made for a very pleasant and relaxing lunchtime and it truly was a splendid outing.

Stay tuned for the next meet - I do believe it will be Lonnie gamers - not just trialists next time but my fellow beta testers have a warm sunshine spot in my heart!!!

Hmmm well - other than shiny happy thoughts and perhaps a little tiredness from a long morning partying all is well and good in the world of Sooki-chan!

Welcome to my world - beware of the cuteness!!

2003-11-01T17:12:00.000+11:00

The 16th Post - btw is anyone actually counting to see if my number of posts is correct? Hmmm, yuss, I thought so.

Wow. What a spiffy cool, funkalishous, booty tastical, dancy fancy, dress up, doll up girly fun weekend it is!!

Well the weekend isn't over yet, but started off with a blast of a Friday day and a shocker of a Friday evening......... Or was it the other way round? Yes, it was indeed a decent Friday and a most excellent *retro fever* Friday night out on the town!! One of my friends had a birthday and it was great!! She had fun and we all had fun too ^_^

OOOOOOOOOOOOOH - I found out that I CAN WIN A GAME OF POOL WITH NO SKILL - how you aks? by playing in a pair - there is then only a 50% chance of stuffing up a game with a 25% of actually losing and more of a 75% chance of actually winning - WHICH WE DID!!!!!! and it was a great fun game at that. Please note I didn't do very well in statistics in my college maths class.

And then, we raced to a local swish venue - okay, so it's not that swish anymore, they got cheapie couches now and all the cool seats have gone. Something to do with patrons and spillage of alcohol I reckon. Or cost or something and the drycleaning and the stickiness of drinks which I have mentioned before in one of my earlier posts if you care to read belowwwwww. Yes but anyway we got if for FREE. I have money, we have money, but getting in for free is like the first freebie of the evening and makes everything all the better and then again there is always saving that extra 5-7 dollars which equates to a few beers..... Maybe even 4 beers if you think that a few is actually equal to three and not four although I don't care to make a point to argue of course but there are only 3 types of people in the world - those who can count and those who can't.

Anyway enough of bad jokes!! But it was a great evening with some of the best buddies to hang out with for a eventful and memorable outing!

Now, how about the beetch session? Yuss? Beetch on? okies ^_^

Well, after only one weird mix with a top up of energising drinkk that gives you winggs with a dash of coffee liqueur and a shot of the good ol russian water it was time to hit the dance floor to strut the Tassie two step - also referred to in a previous blog of mine! A little break and a breather from the frenetic two step action and then some more dancing gives way to the onslaught of party goers in the very wee wee hour of the morning. As the other dancers start to get a little tired the faces start to change from normal happy to quite, quite, quite very very very drunk merriment. And then the flailers come along! You know the ones I speak of with venom - the big gesturing arm swinging rotating lunging elbow pumping kinda dancers that only your mother could talk about coz they would be your mother's accquaintances that she knew back in her school days. That was the Hey Day of the twist etc. and all that kinda stuff and bugs - or is that beetles.....? Yuss, you know the kind of people that could take someone's block off with a jive talking elbow thrust that would put Michael Jackson's frequently protruding pelvis to shame. 0_0 This is me with two eyes but I could have easily lost an eye like this 0_X

*eep*

Do you know what your personal space is? Do you know what your comfort zone is? I tell you no one is allowed into my personal space or to breach the comfort zone. I had to try doing the "not caring if I get bumped dance" which was limting my Tassie two steps consisting of 1 feet to the right, 1 feet the left (imperial not metric) to a very very weird and uncomfotable dancing sequence. This was not to continue to be the case. Cigarettes then get involved. Reminds me of those wonderful performers with the rope with fire ball bits at each end that they tassel and swing about in amazing rotating motions oh so effortlessly - but totally NOT - this was random arm flailing, circling ash dropping dancing and to boot I had to doge TWO CIGGAS!! *regression, flashback, pain* I still have the beauty of a burn scar since my last episode with smokers on the dance floor.

Don't burn anyone with a cigarette. It's hot ash hurts. It hurts a lot. It especially hurts when it's left there longer than 2 seconds when the skins starts to melt from the dropped ash that came into contact with it, and as the little nerves start to register "it's hot" on your skin, the ash burns through tiny layer of epidermis and suddenly you brain tells you hand to react because "THAT's FUCKING HOT, AND IT'S EATING MY FLESH AWAY - THE PAIN, THE BURN, THE PANIC".

Ice is good. Better in a drink and not on your hand unless you want the residual alcohol sting...................................................

But also there is a sugar free version of the energising drinkk that gives you winggs and is also good with ice but not too watery. Hey, do you ever notice in those ads that there is a double letter in the slogan text? Keep and eye out for it. And don't leave your sanitary towels near your fish bowl - or those ultra absorbent kitchen wipes. You can just imagine a fish nightmare where his fish bowl is full of bloated tampons and the little strings tickle its gills that are trying to derive oxygen from cotton fibres....... Yuss. The world of advertising is a wacky place. I can't believe I am a consumer. It's the marketing I tell you. I blame the money.

2003-10-17T20:13:00.000+11:00

The 15th Post - that's 1/4 or 60 or half of 30 or 1/3 of 45

I don't feel like blogging today.

Well I bought lotsa stuff today and it was good until I realised I could have alternatively spent it on a trip to Melbourne with a couple of nice shoes brought back. Oh well.

I bought today:

= Dance Stage Mega Mix dance mat (or whateva it's called)
= Resident Evil: Dead Aim (shoot up da Chombiez)
= Midnight Club 2 (online road rage racing)
= Fire Warrior (online carnage - be ready for the fragging)

I also bought coke. Black bubbly liquid drinkable coke.

I don't know about my habit. It's a bad habit. It costs me money. My hard earned cash goes to supporting my habit. I guess it's not a habit. It's a hobby. A hobby for me. My hobby. Well I do believe that my Mum and Dad hope that I grow out of it. I don't think I will. I will be an old granny still talking of the golden age of PS2 consoles vs Xbox and the like.

*hweeeeh*

This is the most unenthused blog I have written. So I will stop now.

2003-10-13T20:25:00.000+11:00

The 14th post

Bloggin Heck!!

Tell me the nature and the meaning of this weird and yet cool but inconvenient happening??!!

I just got some really cooooooool free stuff and of course anything that is free is cool - yes? Of Course! it is and if it takes hardly any effort - even better!! But I don't understand the workings and deliberation of some supposedly organised events in time and space. Such as sending the item to a far far away post office....

Like the Windmill Hill Post Office, for example, not naming names at all *cough* *=liar=* *cough*. C'mon, I don't even live on the outskirts of that area!! And the ironic thing. I live waaaaaaaaaay closer to the depot. 0_0

Indeed it will be an adventurous trek to collect my awesome awesome freebie (thankyou Sony Playstation Australia!!) and I am positive it will be a greatly rewarding journey with no loss of fellows by the name of Boromir who may very well double cross me....... Or any wizards taking long falls down even longer chasms with giant fiery behemoths nipping ever so gently at his elven boot clad heels. My Elven ears shall flap away and fly me to the top of the hill and back!! I shall cross vast roads and battle pedestrian crossing lights, voyage far far into the depths of suburbia and then engage cars in a fearsome battle to the death.... well not quite..... maybe just "give way to pedestrians" or something like that ^_^

Tomorrow's experiement - The Trekk To Windmill Hill Post Office!

[yay] *excitment* [adventure] *challenges* [freebies] *wonderful lollays* Well, I may get lollays along the way ^_^

AP: unknown - except for the ability for going to Post Offices.
Potential bonuses - Riding in cars with Boys. Well, maybe not that much and I haven't seen the movie either so there is nothing really to go on except for the lame name pun which I am so good at executing.... badly.
EXP: unknown - but it will be fabbo being able to play Hardware Online at last!!! It's been a week of not network gaming...... Now where did I put my gaming skills.....???!!!
Secrets Unlocked - the myster of discovering "the Other side of Town" woooooooh scariness awaits me with baited breath.......... 0........ 0......... 0.......... [breath, well I couldn't write it any other way??]

~post office~ postoffice, here I come~ la la la~ la la.
The grand old duke of york, he had ten thousand men, he marched them up to the top of the hill and he marched them down again.... dooo dood doo do..... and when they were up they were up, and when they were down they were down, and when they were only halfway up they were neither up nor down... dooo.... dood...... doo.......do.... duh..... daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!

[applause]

2003-10-09T17:01:00.000+11:00

The 13th Post ..... 0_0........ woo6h this is the cree6py bad unlucky n6umber one!!

The Great Retrieval - - - >

Primary Objective - to retrieve the Data CD
SubObjective 1 - to safely reach Delta undetected and move out to Foxtrot
SubObjective 2 - to move to Echo to scout the area and look for any trace of information as to where the data might be held
SubObjective 3 - to subdue any resistance
Final Objective - to safely reach Xray and return the data cd to Zulu.

At 16:00 an Elite Special Squad tactical team was dispatched on a reconnaissance and rescue mission to....... The infamous (literally infamous) Mr T's Casa De Morte!!! To get back the vital Data CD (ie. Devil May Cry 2) [btw I did not pay full price for this game!! dammit!!]

With the trusty navigator at the WartHog drivers seat we were able to manouvre through the deadly streets of a well-known-for-it's-people suburb of Launceston.....(R...............*????) and to the very lethal drop off point we will call "Delta".

After reaching the drop off point three elite members were dispatched for the reconnaisance mission to Echo via the covert route of Foxtrot (ie. front gate). From the drop off point we made it to Echo, coming back to Elite Special Forces member, Sooki-chan's, position on the front doorstep undetected by the unknown number of occupants of the building. We then used the automated door unlock device (ie. doorbell *we don't have to open it ourselves so it is "automated"*) and entered the building with extreme caution.

After confirming only two known occupants of the building we began our reconnaissance and interrogation as to where the data CD was being held captive! We were successful in getting the vital information from head honcho, big bad buy, the rogue of rogues, Mr T himself and pursued polite reprimanding for his un-civil actions (they were totally un-cool I tell you). We located the Data CD and proceeded to exit the building with minimal external damage and exchange of weapons fire. We safely reached the pick up point and headed back to Base.

MISSION SUCCESSFUL

TODAY"S EXPERIMENT>>>>>>> COMPLETE!!!

Sooki-chan => Status
Exp. 700000000
Ability Points 5000
Bonus points 80000000
Time taken 0 days 0 hours 12 minutes 53 seconds
Technical Bonus 999999
Secrets unlocked We know where Mr T lives!!
Bonus items Bean bag beans from Kmart and water filters also from Kmart

Credits

Sooki chan - writer
Sooki chan - director/warfare tactician
Sooki chan - instigator
Sooki chan - all round good guy!! ^_^

Thankyous
To Bruce for your support, Damien for your driving, Toon for your apathy, Trent for your slackability (we know u had good intentions) and a big thankyou to all those who read this and laugh

YOU WIN!! GAME OVER!!

2003-10-05T23:44:00.000+11:00

The 12th Post

Gee, reading other ppls blogs makes me wonder why I post my mental musings at all. Everyone else's seems to be more impactful with meaningful insights into human nature, love, romance, heartbreak and the general kitchen dealings of life itself. The torrid ups and downs on the waves of emotions, failures, struggles and triumphs.... It's all so technical.

Life is like an RPG. Don't argue with me that it's not because an RPG is based on taking on the role of another person's life.

Sometimes when ur on the road and u think that if you hit a car you don't have a reset button. Or if you break your favourite cup that you had since you were small and it held so much sentimental value, you can't got to a previous save game that has it on there an load it. Ehhh, so wish I had a memory stick to save all of the good stuff on. Also if you do happen to die, ther is no respawn point, save point or check point. I was so disappointed to find out that we think death is finite, or not so finite if you include the afterlife or heaven or hell or the limbo or the purgatory zones. Not to mention the ever cyclic circle of time where you die and just get spat out a womb again. That line sounds politically incorrect. I bet childbirth is an arduous and stressing moment in your life.

Gosh. I am lucky to have led such a sheltered, priveledged and fairly simple life. It's good. I guess I could liken myself to one of those NPC's. They just go about their daily pre-programmed routines and nothing substantially original happens. No random factors. But then there is always random factors.

Please, tell me if there is a Reset switch, or a checkpoint that I may have missed along my path, and maybe, just maybe, tell me if there is a save game I can go back to.

***sigh***

Things always move forward. No matter how much you want to go back to a previous state of time, it is always passing you by if you try and stop. And the world goes on. Move on, it's all you can do. Don't swim against the tide of time, it's futile and you can never take a step forward when you want to always go back.

2003-10-03T18:49:00.000+10:00

The 11th Post....... And what an angsty post it is.

WARNING: CONTAINS LANGUAGE THAT MAY OFFEND

For example - FUKCING NASTY MEAN EVILNESS HAS STOLEN MY FUKCING GAME AND I AM GONNA TRACK HIM DOWN AND MAKE HIPPOPOTAMUSES BUILD SANDCASTLES ON HIS BELLY BUTTON IF HE DOESN'T RETURN IT STRAIGHT A*FUKCING*WAY _FUKCUCK I can't spell for ape shit.

Well that's off my chest. Now for the Ape Shit bit.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH Goddam these incosiderate fucking boys of the house *boy contents not included*. I mean when u have a load of games and you live in a share house you would think that being the insignificant thoughtless person u might wanna try thinking for a time. Maybe even for the first time - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHH - *frequent releasing of anguish occurring* Ah - you would think that *thinking alert* would have meant that's not for you to TAKE - without permission - without the word yes - without consent - without so much as a *borrowed ur gameness* ness???? It's like game-rape. Yes, that's what I will brand it. When someone takes ur game and plays it - even before you get to play the game first but not inclusive of someone finishing the game first (that's coz ur just a slowpoke) - it is deemed as game-rape and an 'orrible offense at that. AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

And then there are the days *not necessarily the rest of the weekdays left* where you feel like you could rip somebody's throat out with your bare hands because of the anguish, angst, hatred and pure frustration from the world outside, BUT then your flatmate *not the literal aussie blokey friend bloke use of "mate"* says:- I don't think you have the body weight to crush someone's larynx..................!

Eh - now for some happy thoughts. I am now informed the game will be will be returned with a happy smile. ^_^

Today was good - I ate sandwiches. And it had turkey and corn relish and beetroot and nice new fancy swiss "sliced" cheese. You know the yummy packet cheese sliced singles is a great kind of cheesy food the way it is cool and refreshing and makes your mouth cold with its flat tastiness. I ate a sandwich for tea too. My favourite has: Tomato, lettuce, cheese slice, pepper, salt, grated carrot, beetroot, alfalfa, eggies, mayonaise and capsicum neatly sliced. That is what I like.

I hate bubble poppers. BTW I found this great bubble blowing mix that you can get for $2 and it is great silica bubbles or something like glue that you can "stack" and catch and they DON'T POP!!! WOW!!!

*happy thoughts*

2003-09-27T17:33:00.000+10:00

The tenth POST!!

After a hard week of working 9 til 5...... actually it's 8.45am until 5.15pm with an hour break in the middle and maybe some wanderings for coffe, coke and the like.

Sushi trains. Fish on wheels. Very good stuff. It's all good.

Think positive. Think happy. Think. It usually does you good.

Well the moving to Japan and doing the working holiday thing is not my deal when it will be a couple of thousand to ship my butt over there. I guess with my enthusiasm for it now someone else would have to pay the couple of thousand for shipping my unenthused butt to the little country of islands and hot lava from volcanos potential to kill me in the rocky heat sludge.

Sludge. Like Fudge. But with an S and an L instead of an F. and you don't always have to use capital letters with anything. if you don't WANT to.

The prospect of moving house or moving interstate also seems very likely, more likely than moving international of course. There is only a tiny amount of water that separates taswegians from conquering the rest of the nation. Well, seen as it's almost to the stage you need to convert kilometres, money and time into taswegian currency, distance and increments perhaps it should be a nation unto itself. Perhaps it already is and that it just needs the mother continent to make sure we don't head any further down the Antarctica. Although we do have those gas link powered rockets down near Hobart making sure we always push away from the gravitational drag of Antarctica, towards mainland Australia......

That gives time for some quiet contemplation of the necessity to walk on water at all. Like those skipping stones, maybe if we all evolve flat, we'll make it through the water by going OVER the water.

I'm not even tired yet. Well, given that it's only 5.30pm I shouldn't be at all.

It's hard being a digital actress, with all the publicity and the essential yet non eternal cuteness of it all. Somewhat caught in the vacuum of flourescent lights and neon signs with pounding, pounding, techno music.

Don't be sad people. Be happy. Or else. You won't be happy. That's a circular reasoning and remember to always think outside the square. Such as round. Round is good. Round is great. Brings me to that song by Sonic Animation with the tongue twisting verse in vowels and something to do with that ball rolling round, round, round.

I believe I lost the ball somewhere......... along........ the ........ way.

2003-09-18T21:06:00.000+10:00

The 9th Post.................

It's a big fence that is takin up a lot of posts, hopefully it will encompass the whole world in a quaint picket fence of enilightenment.

I wonder where the end of this page is???

Be COol

Beakle

Beaker - mmi mimmi mimimi mi *burn all the trees*

(environmental turet syndrome)

I can't fuggin spell for nutz

Chicken is what I am eating. Finished the vegetarian thing. Back onto eating *some* meat. Only the fish is good. Only the fish is good. Only the fish is good. but the turkey and the chicken are also okay.

OMB it's the chicken! and it's all gone! it's so salty and grossly shaved...... the chicken I mean. I don't want to eat chicke coz it's got so much yucky pinky vein stuff and it's all through the meat, like little tubes of wormyness.s I don't like worms in my chicken - or bits that look like worms.

Turkey on the other hand is like bacon. or ham. but not either. and it tastes good. and i like it. and it doesn't have veiny bits. it is like steak, but not steak, and white, not red.

But nothing compares to *fish*. NOTHING COULD EVER COMPARE TO FISH. Except tinned fish. fish in tin. fish in a can. who'da thunk it? well i wouldn't ruin fish like that! aaaaaaaaaaaaah tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinned fish - fish in a can????????? bland, dry, cooked, not fresh, icky, watery, oily, fish-in-a-can!

Gimme sushi - gimme clown fish sushi - and don't think u haven't seen because YOU WILL SEE IT. I ALWAYS SEE IT.

My shoes are sticky. I spent 3 minutes at the cinema tyring to figure out how my shoes got sticky. I couldn't work it out so I decided they're just sticky and proceeded to push them into the carpet and feel the sticky lift as they came off the carpet - nice - that took up around 15 minutes - fun - very sticky but not gum. Probably was coke.

I still can't remember my dream for a long time - past 3 days I don't really remember them. Maybe coz they didn't have much impact or have any chipmunks that turn into turtles in the sea with an island and floating carcasses that suddenly end up in a puddle with a beanie floating.

Back to the chicken and the fish.

Turkey is great.

Somebody out there, please see REJECTED. If u like animation and have no humour - see it. If u don't like animation and u have humour - see it. If u exist and have access to a tv and dvd player - SEE IT

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2003-09-14T22:23:00.000+10:00

The 8th_Post

Whatcha doin on yer back - yeh

Whatcha doin on yer back - yeh

....... You should be dancin' - Yeah!

You should be dancin' - Yeah!

Ahhh the wonderful rhythm of the traditional post modern neo Tassie two step. A classic dance for young and old and older clubber.

Warning: There may be arms involved.

I must admit I have been caught entangled in the monotonous drone of a low energy dance hit and tragically doin the unenthusiastic Tassie Two Step. Eep - Sosumi Beep, warning OLD AGE HITTING.

What happend to the days of wild uncontrolled exasperatingly energetic frivolous romping on the disco light floor?? What the hell happened people of Tassie? Is the 15th toe getting in the way or are the two heads arguing over who should control the left and foot and who should control the right???

Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease realase me let me goooooooooooooo, for Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii don't don't wanna dance any mooooooooooooooore, Taaaaaaaaaaassie Two Step is so passe , Oh Tassie Two Step u make my style look Ofayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

Bring on the beat, bring on the bass - get the booty boat rockin and shake it all round tonight! Bring on the friends and let the drinks flow! Parteeeeeee people - c'mon - just coz it ain't no Melbourne night club with hot dj's and sexy chicas and fellas - u gotta get the party on where u iz.

Party on party people lemme hear some noise
Party on party people jump jump for joy
Party over here
Party over there
Wave ur hands in the air shake ur derriere

Woomp there it ezz.

Bring the Beat Back and get addicted to Bass - Woah woh oah.

2003-09-14T13:11:00.000+10:00

The 7th Post

Head em up move em out head em up move em out - rawhide.....

Do dooo do oo doo - You can sing it to the tune of Fernando By Abba - bizzarre at 1pm in the afternoon when that pops in my head.

Ahh the fresh afternoon of Tasmanian air. Living in the CBD has made my lungs long for the country filtered air. All those paddocks of grass to help filter out the crappy carbon monoxide, toxic, diesel and yucky smelly things of the urban industrialised civilisation we know as Little Lonnie.

Makes it worse in winter to step out of the house close to the evening and by the time you've done your grocery shopping and walking back home u smell like you've been smoking in a bar - that sells tree cigarettes. The air quality is pretty damn poor so there is some lethal irony or unfortunate twist of fate that when I walk to work that I am trying to be healthy but in reality I am walking thru a field of smogginess.

Which reminds me.

Does anyone remember the French Canadian? series called "The Smoggies"? It was an environmentally friendly show before the spacco times of Capt. Planet and that weird multicultural "token foreign teens" crew. They were sunny and had rainbow coral. Anyone remember? I hope so. It was awesome. And cool. And not to mention educational. I mean it taught me how to take evasive action when some bad non environmentally conscious or friendly person was trying to steal away my rainbow coral.

The obsession with youth sickens me and makes me grow old.

Lesson 1: Don't breathe. At least try not to breathe in bad air.
Lesson 2: Grocery shop during the day. Less woodsmoke.
Lesson 3: If someone steals your rainbow coral - cry

2003-09-14T02:53:00.000+10:00

The sixth Post_

Tasmanian summers are not yet here but my rose tinted glasses are reminding my vaguely operative memories that yes - they were good - they had sun and sky and icecream and swimming at the gorge. Well that is a good thing and also night swimming at the gorge and hot rocks and the little fishy colonies that live in the clorine and paint floaties that come into the gorge from the pool.

At first I thought the little bits of floaty stuff sitting on the underwater rocks were pieces of shiny fairy foliage. I was wrong. It was coming from a pipe in the water that seems to be connected to the first basin public swimming pool - quite fondly referred to as the kiddies pee pool. So that proves that we are all connected in some non-fairty foliage kind of way.

Faries are pretty cool if they are like only in books. If I see a fairy I would most likely send it to the bottom of the gorge.

Do you think there is something at the bottom of the gorge? I do. I think it is something sitting down there with all the drowned ppl remains that were never fished out. Perhaps it would be like a mini Cthulhu - the ocean ones are not limited to space therefore would be giant Cthulhu or perhaps some creepy dinosaur fish. Let the imagination wander and go walkies.... and let ur fingers do the talking...?!

Summer is coming and I am excited - girls in little dresses and boys in shorts called longs. And an excuse to eat iceream more than once a day.

To be in the sun and having fun in the sun to be one having fun in the sun is one in the sun having fun.

The window of opportunity should be bolted thru - head first.

2003-09-14T02:36:00.000+10:00

The fifth Post

This is evil. I can't stop letting my thoughts drain out of my head thru my fingers into the keyboard and onto the post screen and then mindlessly letting the words of my head flow out! OMB this is cruel and unusual - shite - it's just thoughts that are here and I am going to try my best at posting them all -- ALLL OF THEM!!!

Be warned. My dream blogs may follow. I also talk in my sleep. Not about photocopying any more. But perhaps some strange quirky conversation or witty banter. I dunno. I am asleep and can't hear myself.

It's 2.30 and I really need to stop dribbling early morning lack of regular sleep crap.

I can feel a dream coming along...... something wicked this way comes........

BTW bunnies do SCREAM - It hurts my ears even tho I didn't hear it.

2003-09-14T02:32:00.000+10:00

The fourth post

I like bunnies
and cheesecake
i like dogs
and cats
and birds
and oxygen
and i like the flowers
but they are sad
they have the sun shine not long enough
then they die
i like the snow
and the beach
i like rain
i live in a tree house
and i like the grass
please don't eat me
i am a little donkey
and my name is samuel

btw all of the above is bullshit but it sure makes some interesting word compilation. I am glad I am not a poet. I would be like Strindberg but without helium - I would most likely have a bunny.

2003-09-14T02:30:00.000+10:00

The Third Post

Be ready for third impact.................... it's............................coming.....................soooooooon.

K, why is there such an obsession about Rei Ayanami? What is with the introverted antisocial no skills daggy not too square average girl next door kinda blue haired waif looking under developed mentally crushed sad depressive wind up doll of a girl??

Seriously.

If I was some kind creator of a genetically mutated half person I would be like so not making her like that.

She needs prozac. Vallium. A hair style or something.

Surely with all the wonderful clones that the thought of immortality to the extent of knowledge share in a test tube would be pretty damned awesome to most people. Then again the creator of the series is not most people. He had mother issues. Serious Women issues. Issues full stop

And why do I get the feeling that this is a continuous effect on males of the younger kind? Rei is not real - and if she were real - do you really want some self indulgent wallowing in her own remorseful depressive state of semi conscious pitiful excuse of an existence girlfriend?

Bah. BTW I watched both movies back to back and thought the giant Rei and Kaworu was really really dodgy looking.

Glad that is off my chest, it was weighing my breasts down.

2003-09-14T02:22:00.000+10:00

The second Post......

Why do they chooose me?

Wetrix - Ps2 - what can I say.... It's addicitve, mind numbing, repetitive, bright, colourful, noisy, cutesy and all the words under the sun when I can't get a higher score than 30,000 points dammit. It seems that you have to be of some different kind of mindset when playing this game of 3D Tetris. Not that it's tetris it's Wetrix which is like tetris shapes that come down a lot like lego blocks that you have to put together and make little dams for ur little blocks of water in and it's so darn frustrating when they come down and then u have to get rid of them with fireballs and then some stupid volcano monster decides to stomp on you prehistoric creation party and URRRRGH!

I have only ever not finished 3 games in my life that I have owned and played at least once.

Sonic & Knuckles - Megadrive 2 :- I give up!!
Megalomania - Megadrive 2:- Still playing over the space of 7 years.... still pluggin away at it
Discworld Noir - Playstation:- why is Pratchett so like Pratchett?

Why is the world so full of frustrating games???????? WHY I aks, WHYYYYYYYYYYY.

Well that's my gripe of the cute little round colourful critters that run about it Aqua Aqua - PAL release.

Please let there be a game God that I can blame for my 3 failures!!!!! Damn u game god - damn u to pixelated hell!!!

2003-09-14T00:47:00.000+10:00

OMBLOOOOOOOG - I am online and you will read this!!! Mwaah hha hha ahah ha haaaaaa.

And now for something completely different.

Has anyone got a recollection of the cartoon with the mice that talked and wore clothes that lived in a corn field and made these little corn dolls that became possessed and murdered mice in their community? No, keep reading this blog!! Yes, don't worry, the memories will fade.