Yay I had a day out! That wasn't either work or university XD Which reminds me, it starts next week, joy of joys, yay for getting up at half past sparrows fart. -_-
Anyways, I went out today, and saw a couple movies and bought some stuff. It was fun.
No you silly people! That's not the entirety of my post, you KNOW I'm more verbose than that. Sheesh, what were you thinking?
First and foremost, I have to say this as it's really ironic, I don't know if he does it deliberately, but Xin -- friend of mine, mentioned previously of those that recall him -- seems to have all these wonderful friends that I get along REALLY WELL with. Seriously. Lee, Leigh, however she spells her name, is a whole 147.5cm, which is around 4'10" for those of the american persuasion. So little! Wonderful sense of humour, bright and bubbly and effervescent. I never thought I'd use that word to describe someone, but there you have it. She's got shoulder length brownish hair, about half a foot shorter than me (as mentioned), fair-skinned, and yeah. We got along really well, I feel kinda bad in retrospect, I mean, she's -his- friend after all, and we kinda y'know...sort of made him a third wheel. Oh well.
We went to a couple stores together, he introduced me to JB Hi-fi, which is AWESOME. An electronics store that offers almost as great a variety in cds, dvds, and games as Borders does books! It even has a section for the multimedia devices, ipods, mp3 players, cd players, cameras and earphones etc. As such, we went back to it, and I bought a couple dvd's, Hercules, A Knights Tale, Jekyll (it's a series, VERY good, I've mentioned it previously) and Tales from Earthsea -- an anime. Out of the four, there's only one I'm a bit wary about, and that's the anime. It will most likely be of good quality, granted, it's from ....eboch or somehting, studios, the son of a really good anime writer etc made it, buuut... the Earthsea series? the books? Nooot that great, I found. Perhaps I just couldn't get into them.
Anyways, the first trip was only brief, as we had a movie to catch. Hancock, starring Will Smith. Now, I know people have raved over it yadda yadda, but in all honesty it wasn't that great. Not totally horrid, but not that great either. Limited backstory, the reason explained away by the main characters 'amnesia', which was a rather shoddy excuse, I would have enjoyed the backstory, even if it was flashback. So, without giving too much away, I will say this -- worth the price of admission (around $12), but not the price of buying it. See it in cinema's or rent it if you're too slow, but as a permenant member of your DVD collection? No thankyou.
The second movie I saw, The Dark Knight, a batman film with Heath Ledger as the antagonist and I forget who was the protagonist (batman), but, it wasn't bad. Not great, but neither that bad. Some good CGI (I liked the way his motorbike comes out), and the special effects were pretty good, but the overall plotline? Not that great. Some -great- quotable lines in there, and unforeseen quirks of the storyline, but it was kinda mostly predictable. One of the lines I love;
"Madness is like gravity," (this was from the joker while he was strung upside down, courtesy of a bat-string) "All it needs is a little -push-."
So yeah. This, rent, buy, or see in cinema. The end was lovely, if unexpected, and it almost made me cry. :( BUT! I won't spoil it for you, so go and see it for yourself.
Lets see...what else...
Nope. I think -- oh!
I've grown! I'm slightly taller than I was last time I saw Xin hehe. Rather than him being about two inches taller than me, he's now half an inch. whoo! Go me. Go go go me.
Yes. Now I'm done.
Smile, it confuses people -- what have you been doing?
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Thursday, 24 July 2008
Monday, 2 June 2008
Slaughter the World
Credits go to 'Looking for Group' webcomic it would seem, Youtube, Blindferret Entertainment, Ryan Sohmer and someaudioguy.blogspot.com.
and the words!
Excitement abounds
I almost can't wait
Relax, I don't want your baby
I already ate
Though I do tend to generally kill
Kill things that don't fight back
I see this village
What does it hold?
What shall I butcher them with
Fire or cold?
Running from me sure you'd think
'He's a pathological bloodthirsty homicidal maniac!'
I'd kill kittens and puppies and bunnies
I'd maim toddlers and teens and then more
You see a wife? I see a widow
But what then?
Can't you see?
I'd kill four!
I want to incinerate and decapitate
I want to melt
Want to melt some faces
Watching the peasants...what do they call it?
Ahh...grieve!
I suppose that being undead there's not much to life
A soul is needed for loving...feeling...
How does this all not make me...what's that word again?
Heave!
You've nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Your village will burn like the heart of the sun!
With infinite glee
It's going to be me
That slaughters the world!
How could I glare into these eyes
And then not stab them?
How could I stare at their loss
And then not laugh?
I'd cut him in half
Then I'd graft
His head back onto his shoulders
Or after I'd lop it
I'd make a puppet
On top of a staff!
I am a lord
that is sometimes bored
Have some urges and need to fulfill them
After my mayhem I simply don't...what's the word?
Care!
The stench in the air
The smell of the gore
The carnage far greater than any war
My legacy
Death becomes...me!
I'll slaughter the world
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Ah yes, I think this is funny, and wonderful, and...Hehe, I can see myself so totally taking this on as my motto or something.
'with infinite glee
it is going to be me
that slaughters the world'
Ah...bliss. ^_^
and the words!
Excitement abounds
I almost can't wait
Relax, I don't want your baby
I already ate
Though I do tend to generally kill
Kill things that don't fight back
I see this village
What does it hold?
What shall I butcher them with
Fire or cold?
Running from me sure you'd think
'He's a pathological bloodthirsty homicidal maniac!'
I'd kill kittens and puppies and bunnies
I'd maim toddlers and teens and then more
You see a wife? I see a widow
But what then?
Can't you see?
I'd kill four!
I want to incinerate and decapitate
I want to melt
Want to melt some faces
Watching the peasants...what do they call it?
Ahh...grieve!
I suppose that being undead there's not much to life
A soul is needed for loving...feeling...
How does this all not make me...what's that word again?
Heave!
You've nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Your village will burn like the heart of the sun!
With infinite glee
It's going to be me
That slaughters the world!
How could I glare into these eyes
And then not stab them?
How could I stare at their loss
And then not laugh?
I'd cut him in half
Then I'd graft
His head back onto his shoulders
Or after I'd lop it
I'd make a puppet
On top of a staff!
I am a lord
that is sometimes bored
Have some urges and need to fulfill them
After my mayhem I simply don't...what's the word?
Care!
The stench in the air
The smell of the gore
The carnage far greater than any war
My legacy
Death becomes...me!
I'll slaughter the world
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ah yes, I think this is funny, and wonderful, and...Hehe, I can see myself so totally taking this on as my motto or something.
'with infinite glee
it is going to be me
that slaughters the world'
Ah...bliss. ^_^
Sunday, 1 June 2008
A couple jokes that I think are good...
Websters Dictionary definition of Windows 95 -
Windows95: n. 32 bit extensions and a graphical shell for a 16 bit patch to an 8 bit operating system originally coded for a 4 bit microprocessor, written by a 2 bit company, that cant stand 1 bit of competition.
Ridge Hall computer assistant; may I help you?"
"Yes, well, Im having trouble with WordPerfect."
"What sort of trouble?"
"Well, I was just typing along, and all of a sudden the words went away."
"Went away?"
"They disappeared."
"Hmm. So what does your screen look like now?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Its blank; it wont accept anything when I type."
"Are you still in WordPerfect, or did you get out?"
"How do I tell?"
"Can you see the C: prompt on the screen?"
"Whats a sea-prompt?"
"Never mind. Can you move the cursor around on the screen?"
"There isn't any cursor, I told you, it wont accept anything I type."
"Does your monitor have a power indicator?"
"What's a monitor?"
"Its the thing with the screen on it that looks like a TV. Does it have a little light that tells you when its on?"
"I don't know."
"Well then, look on the back of the monitor and find where the power cord goes into it. Can you see that?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Great. Follow the cord to the plug, and tell me if its plugged into the wall."
"... ...Yes, it is."
"When you were behind the monitor, did you notice that there were two cables plugged into the back of it, not just one?"
"No."
"Well, there are. I need you to look back there again and find the other cable."
"... ...Okay, here it is."
"Follow it for me, and tell me if its plugged securely into the back of your computer."
"I cant reach."
"Uh huh. Well, can you see if it is?"
"No."
"Even if you maybe put your knee on something and lean way over?"
"Oh, its not because I dont have the right angle - its because its dark."
"Dark?"
"Yes - the office light is off, and the only light I have is coming in from the window."
"Well, turn on the office light then."
"I cant."
"No? Why not?"
"Because theres a power outage."
"A power... A power outage? Ah, Okay, we've got it licked now. Do you still have the boxes and manuals and packing stuff your computer came in?"
"Well, yes, I keep them in the closet."
"Good. Go get them, and unplug your system and pack it up just like it was when you got it. Then take it back to the store you bought it from."
"Really? Is it that bad?"
"Yes, Im afraid it is."
"Well, all right then, I suppose. What do I tell them?"
"Tell them you're too stupid to own a computer."
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Ah, you have to love the idiots of society. I bet the caller was all righteous and indignant that the 'words went away' too.
Oh, lets all hear it for working from 3pm until 12.30am. Hip hip hurrah, nine and a half hour shift. No break. Hip hip Hurrah.
Windows95: n. 32 bit extensions and a graphical shell for a 16 bit patch to an 8 bit operating system originally coded for a 4 bit microprocessor, written by a 2 bit company, that cant stand 1 bit of competition.
Ridge Hall computer assistant; may I help you?"
"Yes, well, Im having trouble with WordPerfect."
"What sort of trouble?"
"Well, I was just typing along, and all of a sudden the words went away."
"Went away?"
"They disappeared."
"Hmm. So what does your screen look like now?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Its blank; it wont accept anything when I type."
"Are you still in WordPerfect, or did you get out?"
"How do I tell?"
"Can you see the C: prompt on the screen?"
"Whats a sea-prompt?"
"Never mind. Can you move the cursor around on the screen?"
"There isn't any cursor, I told you, it wont accept anything I type."
"Does your monitor have a power indicator?"
"What's a monitor?"
"Its the thing with the screen on it that looks like a TV. Does it have a little light that tells you when its on?"
"I don't know."
"Well then, look on the back of the monitor and find where the power cord goes into it. Can you see that?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Great. Follow the cord to the plug, and tell me if its plugged into the wall."
"... ...Yes, it is."
"When you were behind the monitor, did you notice that there were two cables plugged into the back of it, not just one?"
"No."
"Well, there are. I need you to look back there again and find the other cable."
"... ...Okay, here it is."
"Follow it for me, and tell me if its plugged securely into the back of your computer."
"I cant reach."
"Uh huh. Well, can you see if it is?"
"No."
"Even if you maybe put your knee on something and lean way over?"
"Oh, its not because I dont have the right angle - its because its dark."
"Dark?"
"Yes - the office light is off, and the only light I have is coming in from the window."
"Well, turn on the office light then."
"I cant."
"No? Why not?"
"Because theres a power outage."
"A power... A power outage? Ah, Okay, we've got it licked now. Do you still have the boxes and manuals and packing stuff your computer came in?"
"Well, yes, I keep them in the closet."
"Good. Go get them, and unplug your system and pack it up just like it was when you got it. Then take it back to the store you bought it from."
"Really? Is it that bad?"
"Yes, Im afraid it is."
"Well, all right then, I suppose. What do I tell them?"
"Tell them you're too stupid to own a computer."
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Ah, you have to love the idiots of society. I bet the caller was all righteous and indignant that the 'words went away' too.
Oh, lets all hear it for working from 3pm until 12.30am. Hip hip hurrah, nine and a half hour shift. No break. Hip hip Hurrah.
Saturday, 29 March 2008
My themesong.
Bad Boy by Cascada.
Remember the feelings, remember the day
My stone heart was breaking
My love ran away
This moment I knew I would be someone else
My love turned around and I fell
Be my bad boy, be my man
Be my week-end lover
But don't be my friend
You can be my bad boy
But understand
That I don't need you in my life again
Won't you be my bad boy, be my man
Be my week-end lover
But don't be my friend
You can be my bad boy
But understand
That I don't need you again
[Bad Boy lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]
No I don't need you again
Bad boy!
You once made this promise
To stay by my side
But after some time you just pushed me aside
You never thought that a girl could be strong
Now I'll show you how to go on
Be my bad boy, be my man
Be my week-end lover
But don't be my friend
You can be my bad boy
But understand
That I don't need you in my life again
Won't you be my bad boy, be my man
Be my week-end lover
But don't be my friend
You can be my bad boy
But understand
That I don't need you again
No I don't need you again
And the song with lyrics. Yay for youtube ^_^
I just, personally, think that this song is absolutely me. It's wonderful. I adore it. <3 src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/images/l/569864765.jpg" height="1" width="1">
Remember the feelings, remember the day
My stone heart was breaking
My love ran away
This moment I knew I would be someone else
My love turned around and I fell
Be my bad boy, be my man
Be my week-end lover
But don't be my friend
You can be my bad boy
But understand
That I don't need you in my life again
Won't you be my bad boy, be my man
Be my week-end lover
But don't be my friend
You can be my bad boy
But understand
That I don't need you again
[Bad Boy lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]
No I don't need you again
Bad boy!
You once made this promise
To stay by my side
But after some time you just pushed me aside
You never thought that a girl could be strong
Now I'll show you how to go on
Be my bad boy, be my man
Be my week-end lover
But don't be my friend
You can be my bad boy
But understand
That I don't need you in my life again
Won't you be my bad boy, be my man
Be my week-end lover
But don't be my friend
You can be my bad boy
But understand
That I don't need you again
No I don't need you again
And the song with lyrics. Yay for youtube ^_^
I just, personally, think that this song is absolutely me. It's wonderful. I adore it. <3 src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/images/l/569864765.jpg" height="1" width="1">
Monday, 14 January 2008
Menagerie
Melbourne = really odd dreams.
It all starts in a museum like menagerie, all the animals are dead and stuffed, kept behind chicken mesh enclosures. A thin, green tarp covers all the enclosures, keeping them in a cool green glow, and it is -very- important that it is kept on, and covered. Why? Well...you'll find out.
Someone didn't tie a corner of that tarp down properly, or at all really, and the wind picks up the spiderweb mesh, uncovering the menagerie statues and....they stop becoming statues. At first it's no big thing, marsupials like rats, and mice, going onto the larger ones, the bilby, thylacine...and other ones that I don't know the names of, stretch and ...break open the doors to their cages. Cue me standing there going 'oops...oh no.' as they start to wander, scamper and generally mess around.
And the 'oh no' changes to 'oh shit' as the carnivores and bigger things start to wake up. Like the moa bird. That thing is -huge- and pecks at me. I decide the floor is a very NOT good place to be, and clamber up the partition between one cage and the next. I'm happily sitting here, watching the enclosures being uncovered, the big cats start prowling, you know, the sabre toothed kind, before a dinosaur, diplodocus to those that know the thunder lizards, barges by and I start 'oh shit'ing in earnest. With valid reason too, as the t-rex wakes up and starts thud....thud...thudding down the walkway between the two rows of enclosures.
There's one enclosure holding something -larger- than the king of the dinosaurs, and it wakes up too...I don't actually -see- this massive crocodile leave its enclosure, I only saw the nose...picture a round snout the size of a volkswagon beetle slowly emerging into the light while a t-rex looks at you.
Which would have -more- of your attention?
Yep, the t-rex. Oddly enough, they don't look -down- their snout, they have to dip their snout and look from the top of their head, to focus the two eyes in binocular vision. Really ...disturbing. And me going, oh shit oh shitohshiiiiiit as it snaps at me. Mad scramble back and thud on the hay of an empty enclosure...well, mostly empty. Giraffes are -niiiiice-. I like Giraffes. T-rexes don't, they ignore the longlegged food supplies to go for the human girl scrambling back through the legs.
And...lets skip the massive runrunrunrun DUCK runrunrun part to where I hide in the swan enclosure. Yes, the swan enclosure. And the drake hisses at me because I almost disturbed the missus who was sitting on her clutch. A sorry and a squeeeze into the box that holds a different nest, so I'm sitting -next- to the dry grass thing, hoping that the t-rex wont' find me.
A monkey boy caveman thing drops in, looks at me all scrunched back into the box and asks "Are you comfortable?"
"Yeah...I'm fine." I reply with a bit of a bemused look on my face
"you don't -look- comfortable."
"Thats because I'm hiding, look, go pat the swans!"
He does, and thud....thud...thud the t-rex is back. And of course, he stops right by the swans enclosure, dips his head -really- close to the ground, twists, and looks straight at me. Snarl, snap, box is captures in those jaws, bottom drops out and I thud on the floor as he struggles with the wood. Bolt for the little door at the back to get into the service way and...thudthudthudthud
How the DEVIL can the t-rex get from INFRONT of the enclosures to the BACK of the enclosures, going AROUND all of the enclosures and past that giant crocodile which is now sitting up on its tail, bouncing and going 'deedly deedly dee' at me FASTER than I can get through -one- little door?
Repeat about five times before, brainwave! lets shut and lock the chickenmesh door that it was slipping through!
....
It went -through- the doors regardless. Two broken doors now.
That worked.
Not.
It's about now that I decide to wake up. You can only say 'oh shit' and 'that is -so- not fair' so many times, run your lungs out and be absolutely terrified so many times before it gets a bit boring.
My boyfriend asked why I woke up in the morning (after I woke the whole house by setting off the alarm to let the cat in >_<), my response? 'I got sick of being chased by a t-rex'.
It all starts in a museum like menagerie, all the animals are dead and stuffed, kept behind chicken mesh enclosures. A thin, green tarp covers all the enclosures, keeping them in a cool green glow, and it is -very- important that it is kept on, and covered. Why? Well...you'll find out.
Someone didn't tie a corner of that tarp down properly, or at all really, and the wind picks up the spiderweb mesh, uncovering the menagerie statues and....they stop becoming statues. At first it's no big thing, marsupials like rats, and mice, going onto the larger ones, the bilby, thylacine...and other ones that I don't know the names of, stretch and ...break open the doors to their cages. Cue me standing there going 'oops...oh no.' as they start to wander, scamper and generally mess around.
And the 'oh no' changes to 'oh shit' as the carnivores and bigger things start to wake up. Like the moa bird. That thing is -huge- and pecks at me. I decide the floor is a very NOT good place to be, and clamber up the partition between one cage and the next. I'm happily sitting here, watching the enclosures being uncovered, the big cats start prowling, you know, the sabre toothed kind, before a dinosaur, diplodocus to those that know the thunder lizards, barges by and I start 'oh shit'ing in earnest. With valid reason too, as the t-rex wakes up and starts thud....thud...thudding down the walkway between the two rows of enclosures.
There's one enclosure holding something -larger- than the king of the dinosaurs, and it wakes up too...I don't actually -see- this massive crocodile leave its enclosure, I only saw the nose...picture a round snout the size of a volkswagon beetle slowly emerging into the light while a t-rex looks at you.
Which would have -more- of your attention?
Yep, the t-rex. Oddly enough, they don't look -down- their snout, they have to dip their snout and look from the top of their head, to focus the two eyes in binocular vision. Really ...disturbing. And me going, oh shit oh shitohshiiiiiit as it snaps at me. Mad scramble back and thud on the hay of an empty enclosure...well, mostly empty. Giraffes are -niiiiice-. I like Giraffes. T-rexes don't, they ignore the longlegged food supplies to go for the human girl scrambling back through the legs.
And...lets skip the massive runrunrunrun DUCK runrunrun part to where I hide in the swan enclosure. Yes, the swan enclosure. And the drake hisses at me because I almost disturbed the missus who was sitting on her clutch. A sorry and a squeeeze into the box that holds a different nest, so I'm sitting -next- to the dry grass thing, hoping that the t-rex wont' find me.
A monkey boy caveman thing drops in, looks at me all scrunched back into the box and asks "Are you comfortable?"
"Yeah...I'm fine." I reply with a bit of a bemused look on my face
"you don't -look- comfortable."
"Thats because I'm hiding, look, go pat the swans!"
He does, and thud....thud...thud the t-rex is back. And of course, he stops right by the swans enclosure, dips his head -really- close to the ground, twists, and looks straight at me. Snarl, snap, box is captures in those jaws, bottom drops out and I thud on the floor as he struggles with the wood. Bolt for the little door at the back to get into the service way and...thudthudthudthud
How the DEVIL can the t-rex get from INFRONT of the enclosures to the BACK of the enclosures, going AROUND all of the enclosures and past that giant crocodile which is now sitting up on its tail, bouncing and going 'deedly deedly dee' at me FASTER than I can get through -one- little door?
Repeat about five times before, brainwave! lets shut and lock the chickenmesh door that it was slipping through!
....
It went -through- the doors regardless. Two broken doors now.
That worked.
Not.
It's about now that I decide to wake up. You can only say 'oh shit' and 'that is -so- not fair' so many times, run your lungs out and be absolutely terrified so many times before it gets a bit boring.
My boyfriend asked why I woke up in the morning (after I woke the whole house by setting off the alarm to let the cat in >_<), my response? 'I got sick of being chased by a t-rex'.
Thursday, 6 December 2007
Sail beyond.
Sail upon the midnight sky,
walk the waters of eternity,
swim amongst the sands of time
and there is where you'll find me.
Encased within an isle of water,
buried beneath a heart of fire
burning in the land of death,
throbbing with the blaze of desire.
Sing a song of purity
with the blackest of hearts,
tell a tale of solemnity
with laughter from the start.
Find me, free me, ask me a boon;
tell me, taunt me, give me your sword;
hate me, love me, burn from within--
only then will I give you my word.
Tell you the secrets you crave,
the knowledge I have seen,
what you want, what you need;
where you have been.
Every boon must have a price,
and every price must be paid
for what is lost should be replaced,
else nothing but sorrow will be gained.
So wary, ever wary,
ever cautious must you be,
if you seek the land of death
to ask a boon of me.
Written shortly after watching pirates of the carribean three -- awesome movie, a must see I reckon, solely for the marriage scene. They're on this ship, fighting, Will asks Elizabeth to marry him.
"I don't think now's the time."
"Now may be the ONLY time." Clash, clang, sword fighting fishery sailors.
"So what's your answer? Will you marry me?" <-- still will.
"Barbosa!" <-- Elizabeth
"What?"
"Marry us!"
"I'm a little BUSY." See, Barbosa is fighting off the Flying Dutchman's fishy crew as well.
"NOW." Don't argue with elizabeth.
Barbosa jumps up on the bit of wood before the wheel and says "Dearly beloved, we're gathere here --" Clash, sword slice, Will and Elizabeth fight hand in hand, twirling around each other and stuff "Will, do you take her--"
"I, will turner, take Elizabeth swan to be my wife."
More fighting.
"Elizabeth, do you..." more fighting by barbosa
"I Elizabeth Swan, take you to be my husband in sickness and in health" sword swing fight fight "Health being the less likely--" more fighting.
"I captain barbosa now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the--" he has to jump down and fight some more "You may kiss...." more fighting. "Just kiss!"
I love it. <3
walk the waters of eternity,
swim amongst the sands of time
and there is where you'll find me.
Encased within an isle of water,
buried beneath a heart of fire
burning in the land of death,
throbbing with the blaze of desire.
Sing a song of purity
with the blackest of hearts,
tell a tale of solemnity
with laughter from the start.
Find me, free me, ask me a boon;
tell me, taunt me, give me your sword;
hate me, love me, burn from within--
only then will I give you my word.
Tell you the secrets you crave,
the knowledge I have seen,
what you want, what you need;
where you have been.
Every boon must have a price,
and every price must be paid
for what is lost should be replaced,
else nothing but sorrow will be gained.
So wary, ever wary,
ever cautious must you be,
if you seek the land of death
to ask a boon of me.
Written shortly after watching pirates of the carribean three -- awesome movie, a must see I reckon, solely for the marriage scene. They're on this ship, fighting, Will asks Elizabeth to marry him.
"I don't think now's the time."
"Now may be the ONLY time." Clash, clang, sword fighting fishery sailors.
"So what's your answer? Will you marry me?" <-- still will.
"Barbosa!" <-- Elizabeth
"What?"
"Marry us!"
"I'm a little BUSY." See, Barbosa is fighting off the Flying Dutchman's fishy crew as well.
"NOW." Don't argue with elizabeth.
Barbosa jumps up on the bit of wood before the wheel and says "Dearly beloved, we're gathere here --" Clash, sword slice, Will and Elizabeth fight hand in hand, twirling around each other and stuff "Will, do you take her--"
"I, will turner, take Elizabeth swan to be my wife."
More fighting.
"Elizabeth, do you..." more fighting by barbosa
"I Elizabeth Swan, take you to be my husband in sickness and in health" sword swing fight fight "Health being the less likely--" more fighting.
"I captain barbosa now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the--" he has to jump down and fight some more "You may kiss...." more fighting. "Just kiss!"
I love it. <3
Saturday, 23 June 2007
Inbreeding, that's not.
I'm my own granpa
I'm my own granpa...I'm my own granpa
It sounds funny, I know, But it really is so
I'm my own granpa.
So yea, we -sound- really inbred, if either of the two married that is, but we're not, honest. Two completely different family lines, the mother and son of one, with an uncle and mother of the other, but it's no biggie. Have fun getting your head around -that- little knot of a family tree ^_^
I'm my own granpa...I'm my own granpa
It sounds funny, I know, But it really is so
I'm my own granpa.
Now many many years ago when I was 23
I was married to a widow who was pretty as could be
This widow had a grown up daughter who had hair of red
My father fell in love with her & soon the 2 were wed
This made my dad my son-in-law & changed my very life
My daughter was now my mother cause she was my father's wife
To complicate the matter, even though it brought me joy
I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy
My little baby then became a brother in law to dad
And, so, became my uncle though it made me very sad
For if he was my uncle then that also made him brother
Of the widow's grown-up daughter who, of course was my step-mother
I'm my own granpa...I'm my own granpa
It sounds funny, I know, But it really is so
I'm my own granpa.
Father's wife then had a son that kept him on the run
Now he became my brother, for he was my father's son
My wife was now my mother's mother and it makes me blue
Because although she is my wife, she's my grandmother, too
Now if my wife is my grandmother, then I am her grand-child
For every time I think of it, it nearly drives me wild
And now I have become the strangest case you ever saw
As the husband of my own grandmother; I'm my own grand-pa
I'm my own granpa...I'm my own granpa
It sounds funny, I know, But it really is so
I'm my own granpa.
By Guy Lombardo.
(The italics dun wanna leave T_T) Ironically, my family is pretty much the same hehe, hell confusing. See, my mothers boyfriend is my fathers brothers girlfriends son. So, already we have a bit of a confusion happening. But if my uncle marries his girlfriend, that would make my mothers boyfriend my step-cousin, his mother my step-aunt. Still with me? Good, no problems.
Now, if they -didn't- get married but my mother and her boyfriend -did- then that would make my uncle my great-uncle, his girlfriend my grandmother, my father my brother-in-law, and I would be my own cousin.
Lets say they -both- got married. This would mean that my uncle would be my great-uncle, and grandfather-in-law, my mother would be my aunt, her boyfriend would be my cousin and step-father. My uncles girlfriend to my mother would be an ex-sister-in-law (parents divorced), and a daughter-in-law. Which makes me both my own cousin, aunt and neice. My mothers boyfriend is my brother-in-law, my father my grandfather and I'm sure I'm missing some relation lines in there....
So yea, we -sound- really inbred, if either of the two married that is, but we're not, honest. Two completely different family lines, the mother and son of one, with an uncle and mother of the other, but it's no biggie. Have fun getting your head around -that- little knot of a family tree ^_^
Wednesday, 6 June 2007
Choir boys....don't ask.
Ah yes, a conversation from back when I was younger, more naive, innocent...hehe, it's still funny.
Hehe, see Xin? You're not the only one I take the mickey out of.
The Rt. Reverend Herod- "Theology - We are in it for the Choir Boys" to "Reddy-hiya: you sick depraved thing" How? says:<-- Him
hey
All lies are based in truth and the truth lies says: <-- me
how're you?
The Rt. Reverend Herod- "Theology - We are in it for the Choir Boys" to "Reddy-hiya: you sick depraved thing" How? says:
not too bad, yourself?
All lies are based in truth and the truth lies says:
perdy good i guess
All lies are based in truth and the truth lies says:
pissed off at dialup aye
The Rt. Reverend Herod- "Theology - We are in it for the Choir Boys" to "Reddy-hiya: you sick depraved thing" How? says:
:)
The Rt. Reverend Herod- "Theology - We are in it for the Choir Boys" to "Reddy-hiya: you sick depraved thing" How? says:
yes, the joys of technology
All lies are based in truth and the truth lies says:
lol
All lies are based in truth and the truth lies says:
i dream of broadband aye
All lies are based in truth and the truth lies says:
and a job
The Rt. Reverend Herod- "Theology - We are in it for the Choir Boys" to "Reddy-hiya: you sick depraved thing" How? says:
:P
All lies are based in truth and the truth lies says:
well is true aye, i need the money for broadband where i'm usually staying coz i've gotta be paying completely out of my own pocket aye
All lies are based in truth and the truth lies says:
......i just got your nick
All lies are based in truth and the truth lies says:
....thats wrong
The Rt. Reverend Herod- "Theology - We are in it for the Choir Boys" to "Reddy-hiya: you sick depraved thing" How? says:
ROFL!
All lies are based in truth and the truth lies says:
...really wrong
All lies are based in truth and the truth lies says:
YOU'RE A CHOIR BOY!!!
The Rt. Reverend Herod- "Theology - We are in it for the Choir Boys" to "Reddy-hiya: you sick depraved thing" How? says:
its even more wrong when you consider that Reddy, one of my best mates, is almost your perfect choir boy to boot... blonde hair... blue eyes, etc, etc.
The Rt. Reverend Herod- "Theology - We are in it for the Choir Boys" to "Reddy-hiya: you sick depraved thing" How? says:
;)
The Rt. Reverend Herod- "Theology - We are in it for the Choir Boys" to "Reddy-hiya: you sick depraved thing" How? says:
and i'm doing Theology next year. ;););)
All lies are based in truth and the truth lies says:
OMG!!!
All lies are based in truth and the truth lies says:
*shudder* wrong mental images
All lies are based in truth and the truth lies says:
that i -really- didn't want aye
The Rt. Reverend Herod- "Theology - We are in it for the Choir Boys" to "Reddy-hiya: you sick depraved thing" How? says:
ft
The Rt. Reverend Herod- "Theology - We are in it for the Choir Boys" to "Reddy-hiya: you sick depraved thing" How? says:
pffft
The Rt. Reverend Herod- "Theology - We are in it for the Choir Boys" to "Reddy-hiya: you sick depraved thing" How? says:
:P
All lies are based in truth and the truth lies says:
rofl
All lies are based in truth and the truth lies says:
omg
The Rt. Reverend Herod- "Theology - We are in it for the Choir Boys" to "Reddy-hiya: you sick depraved thing" How? says:
:P
All lies are based in truth and the truth lies says:
i feel sorry for the liddle choir boys aye
The Rt. Reverend Herod- "Theology - We are in it for the Choir Boys" to "Reddy-hiya: you sick depraved thing" How? says:
considering i should be choir captain next year as well....
All lies are based in truth and the truth lies says:
....i feel -really- sorry for them
The Rt. Reverend Herod- "Theology - We are in it for the Choir Boys" to "Reddy-hiya: you sick depraved thing" How? says:
:p
All lies are based in truth and the truth lies says:
*shudder*
All lies are based in truth and the truth lies says:
think of their innocence!
The Rt. Reverend Herod- "Theology - We are in it for the Choir Boys" to "Reddy-hiya: you sick depraved thing" How? says:
pffft
All lies are based in truth and the truth lies says:
the innocence people, the innocence!
The Rt. Reverend Herod- "Theology - We are in it for the Choir Boys" to "Reddy-hiya: you sick depraved thing" How? says:
innocence my arse!
All lies are based in truth and the truth lies says:
lol
V <...::: holy arrow :::...> says:
I don't much care what the farm animals are suffering xD
Lost in oblivion and following a line of chaos says:
lol
Lost in oblivion and following a line of chaos says:
so you just molest the pigeons instead?
V <...::: holy arrow :::...> says:
I do not!
Lost in oblivion and following a line of chaos says:
poor birdies
V <...::: holy arrow :::...> says:
I molest random girls I see
V <...::: holy arrow :::...> says:
xD
Lost in oblivion and following a line of chaos says:
rofl
Lost in oblivion and following a line of chaos says:
i feel sorry for the homeless
V <...::: holy arrow :::...> says:
*cry*
V <...::: holy arrow :::...> says:
I don't do homeless!
Lost in oblivion and following a line of chaos says:
lol
Lost in oblivion and following a line of chaos says:
but they -would- be random girls
V <...::: holy arrow :::...> says:
Hehe, see Xin? You're not the only one I take the mickey out of.
Thursday, 26 April 2007
Random
I actually had a fairly relevant blog planned out, giving you a nice something to read but then...logging on using a school computer gave me my blog in italian. Yay.
I don't speak italian, I am not fluent in italian, yet my blog is IN italian, or italiano as they say.
Lets see, the tags at the top say 'posting' then down under that is 'crea', 'modifica post' 'modera commenti'. Next tab 'impostazioni' and then 'modello', yay we can 'visualizza blog'.
i can 'salva come bozza' or 'pubblica' I'm guessing that once i've finished typing up this random post, I'll want to 'pubblica' it.
Lets see if I can remember what I was going to post...
.....
Um.....oh! STOCKINGS! I HATE STOCKINGS!?!!!!! They're one of, if not THE most annoying thing ever created by mysogynistic morons. Like heels. Heels are bad, but they make the female leg look good so we wear them all the time. I'm not an extreme feminist, the whole 'burn the bra' thing, considering that bra's do a decent job of holding up things that need to be held. I don't know about the rest of the ladies out there, but I do NOT want to have my own set of knee knockers, BEFORE I'm 75 thankyou very much.
Heels + stockings = very easily annoyed girl.
Guess what my school uniform contains? Yes, that's right. I have to wear black stockings and black lace up heels. *sighs* Along with a blazer, a tie, a green checkered skirt and a white button up shirt.
I've been told by a friend that they would -so- rape me in that. I'm not quite sure if that makes my school uniform better, or worse.
To set your minds at ease, they were male. But rather largely male biased so....gay would be better? maybe? I dunno, is it a good thing or a bad thing that what you're currently wearing will encourage your male friends to rape you? o.o
Back in the school bustle and buzz and annoyances....gah. I've been in here for all of ....four hours or so now, and I'm already sick of it. Again. *sighs* And I'm COLD! It's 18 degrees celcius (about 70 odd farenheit) and I'm freezing! Cold fingers, not good. Yes, I'm Aussie, live with it. I LIKE the hot climate, 10 degrees C is cold for me so stfu if it's a hot day for you!
Stupid people from frozen wastelands...*mutter*
And on that note, I'll leave you with this random, whimsical, freezing blog of mine. Enjoy!
I don't speak italian, I am not fluent in italian, yet my blog is IN italian, or italiano as they say.
Lets see, the tags at the top say 'posting' then down under that is 'crea', 'modifica post' 'modera commenti'. Next tab 'impostazioni' and then 'modello', yay we can 'visualizza blog'.
i can 'salva come bozza' or 'pubblica' I'm guessing that once i've finished typing up this random post, I'll want to 'pubblica' it.
Lets see if I can remember what I was going to post...
.....
Um.....oh! STOCKINGS! I HATE STOCKINGS!?!!!!! They're one of, if not THE most annoying thing ever created by mysogynistic morons. Like heels. Heels are bad, but they make the female leg look good so we wear them all the time. I'm not an extreme feminist, the whole 'burn the bra' thing, considering that bra's do a decent job of holding up things that need to be held. I don't know about the rest of the ladies out there, but I do NOT want to have my own set of knee knockers, BEFORE I'm 75 thankyou very much.
Heels + stockings = very easily annoyed girl.
Guess what my school uniform contains? Yes, that's right. I have to wear black stockings and black lace up heels. *sighs* Along with a blazer, a tie, a green checkered skirt and a white button up shirt.
I've been told by a friend that they would -so- rape me in that. I'm not quite sure if that makes my school uniform better, or worse.
To set your minds at ease, they were male. But rather largely male biased so....gay would be better? maybe? I dunno, is it a good thing or a bad thing that what you're currently wearing will encourage your male friends to rape you? o.o
Back in the school bustle and buzz and annoyances....gah. I've been in here for all of ....four hours or so now, and I'm already sick of it. Again. *sighs* And I'm COLD! It's 18 degrees celcius (about 70 odd farenheit) and I'm freezing! Cold fingers, not good. Yes, I'm Aussie, live with it. I LIKE the hot climate, 10 degrees C is cold for me so stfu if it's a hot day for you!
Stupid people from frozen wastelands...*mutter*
And on that note, I'll leave you with this random, whimsical, freezing blog of mine. Enjoy!
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