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-Really- sorry for not popping anything up any sooner, but what with study and the bulldozers deciding that our phoneline was in the wrong spot and shifted it. Fuuun.
I've been like, not sleepign very well. I'm not sure which is worse, losing sleep from complete dreams that make -some- sense, losing sleep from bits of dreams, or losing sleep just from an inability TO sleep.
*sighs* well, things have gotten better I suppose, well enough indeed. It's boring being silent when no one cares.
Wednesday, 23 May 2007
Friday, 18 May 2007
Silence.
Silent as a grave, silent as a sunken ship, silent as a scream underwater.
From silence we came, and hence silence I return.
Why, you may ask? That's quite simple to explain really. I am sick and tired of having to talk to people, explaining and re-explaining the same thing, over and over again, without making any actual headway. It's...understandably annoying yes?
It also seems to me, that whenever I open my mouth, either virtually or in real life, I land in it. So, I have quite simply resolved to say as little as I can, save the rest of the world the strife hmm? Wouldn't that be lovely, people wouldn't see my words, and if I make a mistake, they don't jump down my throat for the mistake. And misconstrue my words, my meaning, and perhaps, then, I wouldn't get quite so pissed off at the world quite so frequently.
But, that is all on the side notes, and in the words of William Wordsworth
But tis done, all words are idle
words from me are vainer still,
And so, I bid you adieu, text, msn, calling. I'll not talk unless I need to, and even then as sparingly as I can. How long, I wonder how long until someone notices that I am not talking as much?
From silence we came, and hence silence I return.
Why, you may ask? That's quite simple to explain really. I am sick and tired of having to talk to people, explaining and re-explaining the same thing, over and over again, without making any actual headway. It's...understandably annoying yes?
It also seems to me, that whenever I open my mouth, either virtually or in real life, I land in it. So, I have quite simply resolved to say as little as I can, save the rest of the world the strife hmm? Wouldn't that be lovely, people wouldn't see my words, and if I make a mistake, they don't jump down my throat for the mistake. And misconstrue my words, my meaning, and perhaps, then, I wouldn't get quite so pissed off at the world quite so frequently.
But, that is all on the side notes, and in the words of William Wordsworth
But tis done, all words are idle
words from me are vainer still,
And so, I bid you adieu, text, msn, calling. I'll not talk unless I need to, and even then as sparingly as I can. How long, I wonder how long until someone notices that I am not talking as much?
Thursday, 17 May 2007
Panic! Schoolwork
Well, I've got a bit of a headache and a rather large burden to shoulder. But hey, you get that in your final year of highschool. Year 12.
I'm failing. Literally.
44% average in math
54% in history <-- I thought I was in the 70's
58% in human biology. <-- I thought i was in the 60's
And if I'm passing english lit I'll be -very- surprised. I've got the worst teacher for it, I hate him. And because I do other work while people from my class are doing their orals and things that -they- worked for, things that are still to do with the bloody subject, he hates me.
I don't know what to do, honestly. I mean, I'm trying my hardest but it's just not fucking good enough! Do you know how that feels? When the only thing you enjoy doing as a hobby, doesn't go to the final mark you need, and so when you say to someone that you're improving in that area, they say 'so what? It doesn't contribute to your TER so it doesn't matter.' It matters to -me-, aren't I allowed to have SOMETHING fun in my life?
Oh and another thing, my lit teacher doesn't believe me when I say that I don't have enough time to hand in an oral, which was a team effort, on MONDAY when I'm working all weekend. And I don't say 'all' lightly. 10.30am til 4pm on saturday, 12pm til 9pm on sunday! (that's 1030-1600, and 1200-2100 respectively) I've got exams in four weeks, I'm FAILING most of my fucking classes and no one seems to care or understand!
Parents; You spend too much time on the internet chatting, you should give it up and focus more on your school work.
Teachers; you spend too much time socialising, you should spend more time on schoolwork. <-- they don't believe me when I say that I HAVE NO LIFE.
I go to school. I study, I learn, I come home. I try to relax, I study, I do homework, I go to bed. I wake, repeat unless it's the weekend in which case it's get up, get dressed, go to work. Work all day, come home, relax for an hour MAYBE, start schoolwork, weekend assignments etc.
I'm getting maybe TWO NIGHTS a week in which I can relax, or I do relax, completely, and talk to people on the internet. TWO NIGHTS, oh yay, go the grand total of fucking six hours, at the MOST.
I can't do this any more, I CAN'T. I quit, I fail, I vanish from existence.
Of course, mother dearest is making noises about me -repeating- year 12. I'm like, great, but there's no way I'm doing it here. Not unless you sack my lit teacher. I'm good at english, I love it, I'm a good writer, yet -he- fails me because the way I interpret the text is not the way -he- interpreted it.
I've had it. This is my mental breakdown. I'll start spazzing out in a second, it's not like I haven't had pressure on me or anything, noooooo. 'You need A's to be a doctor' okay, sure, fair enough. 'you need A's or else I'm cutting off the net' yeah. that helps me alot as though this being my final year, the HARDEST year of my academic LIFE wasn't fucking enough!
Consequently, dear reader, and whoever else is stickybeaking and gloating over my fucked up life, I shall most likely -not- be talking to ANYONE on the net. Joy of joys. Mother dearest is blaming them for my grade downfall, great. So, I'll not talk to people, I'll become a reclusive hermit that hisses and hides from crowds for my studying. Whether my grades pick up or not is another story, but that's what'll happen regardless.
You wanna contact me, email me. I'll get to it when I can at school, so go figure.
I've had it...I can't deal with school, with my grades, work AND my fucked up home life. Yet no one can understand this...why? What's wrong with me?
I'm failing. Literally.
44% average in math
54% in history <-- I thought I was in the 70's
58% in human biology. <-- I thought i was in the 60's
And if I'm passing english lit I'll be -very- surprised. I've got the worst teacher for it, I hate him. And because I do other work while people from my class are doing their orals and things that -they- worked for, things that are still to do with the bloody subject, he hates me.
I don't know what to do, honestly. I mean, I'm trying my hardest but it's just not fucking good enough! Do you know how that feels? When the only thing you enjoy doing as a hobby, doesn't go to the final mark you need, and so when you say to someone that you're improving in that area, they say 'so what? It doesn't contribute to your TER so it doesn't matter.' It matters to -me-, aren't I allowed to have SOMETHING fun in my life?
Oh and another thing, my lit teacher doesn't believe me when I say that I don't have enough time to hand in an oral, which was a team effort, on MONDAY when I'm working all weekend. And I don't say 'all' lightly. 10.30am til 4pm on saturday, 12pm til 9pm on sunday! (that's 1030-1600, and 1200-2100 respectively) I've got exams in four weeks, I'm FAILING most of my fucking classes and no one seems to care or understand!
Parents; You spend too much time on the internet chatting, you should give it up and focus more on your school work.
Teachers; you spend too much time socialising, you should spend more time on schoolwork. <-- they don't believe me when I say that I HAVE NO LIFE.
I go to school. I study, I learn, I come home. I try to relax, I study, I do homework, I go to bed. I wake, repeat unless it's the weekend in which case it's get up, get dressed, go to work. Work all day, come home, relax for an hour MAYBE, start schoolwork, weekend assignments etc.
I'm getting maybe TWO NIGHTS a week in which I can relax, or I do relax, completely, and talk to people on the internet. TWO NIGHTS, oh yay, go the grand total of fucking six hours, at the MOST.
I can't do this any more, I CAN'T. I quit, I fail, I vanish from existence.
Of course, mother dearest is making noises about me -repeating- year 12. I'm like, great, but there's no way I'm doing it here. Not unless you sack my lit teacher. I'm good at english, I love it, I'm a good writer, yet -he- fails me because the way I interpret the text is not the way -he- interpreted it.
I've had it. This is my mental breakdown. I'll start spazzing out in a second, it's not like I haven't had pressure on me or anything, noooooo. 'You need A's to be a doctor' okay, sure, fair enough. 'you need A's or else I'm cutting off the net' yeah. that helps me alot as though this being my final year, the HARDEST year of my academic LIFE wasn't fucking enough!
Consequently, dear reader, and whoever else is stickybeaking and gloating over my fucked up life, I shall most likely -not- be talking to ANYONE on the net. Joy of joys. Mother dearest is blaming them for my grade downfall, great. So, I'll not talk to people, I'll become a reclusive hermit that hisses and hides from crowds for my studying. Whether my grades pick up or not is another story, but that's what'll happen regardless.
You wanna contact me, email me. I'll get to it when I can at school, so go figure.
I've had it...I can't deal with school, with my grades, work AND my fucked up home life. Yet no one can understand this...why? What's wrong with me?
Tuesday, 15 May 2007
The murder
Red.
A red stain on the cobblestones.
Red, red spreading over the cobblestones, as red as her red, red lips.
~
She, Tsairenn, was the girl, the young lady, that everyone either wanted, or wanted to be. She had everything, or so the gossips said, looks, money, men begging for her favours. Her circle of friends, those that she trusted, adored her and would do anything that she desired, catered to her slightest whim in the hopes that her popularity, her charm would rub off on them.
Deep green eyes, the rich colour of oak leaves set behind sparkling, captivatingly long lashes. Curiously coloured hair, like all the shades the precious metal could be, gold, rose, white, shimmered together into Tsairenn’s thick coiled locks. A heart shaped face, with high cheek bones and an ever present, warm smile curving those red, red lips. A swan like neck, long, delicate, dainty, from her head to her shoulders and from then on her body is formed. Lithe, curved, soft; perfect.
To her suitors, she is a goddess, to her rivals, a porcelain doll but though they do not care for her, they still cannot fault her beauty. And it is her beauty that is her downfall.
One man she scorned when she shouldn’t have, one proposal she should have politely declined rather than accepted, and then rejected as though his heart, his feelings, were as nothing. Two men, both burned by her, and a lady, who she once thought was Tsairenns friend, a small knot of darkness under the glow of Tsairenn’s life.
Two men set the scene, broke the balustrade, cleared away the plants before vanishing into the night. One lady, beguiled the enchantress, leading her onto the landing. One girl, leaning against an unsteady rail suddenly trips on the hem of her skirt, the fabric torn and left behind, fear in her green eyes as she turns, desperate to reach out to something of safety, only to find that her companion was out of reach.
She wobbles, almost catching her balance before the broken balustrade gives way, cracking and dropping the two stories down onto the cobblestones, a loud, sharp CRACK splits the night air, but no one can hear over the music within. Multiple shades of gold, rose and white spin through the air, losing the pins as she windmills her arms, flailing, trying to keep her balance on uneasy heels.
One lady, leans forward, Tsairenn gets the light of hope in her eyes, only to have them return to a darker fear at the blade that appears in the lady’s hand, cutting a nick in the hem of the skirt, tearing it and dropping the little scrap of fabric on the balcony. A cold smile curves pale lips and a gloved hand gives the beauty a push, not much of one but enough to set her off balance and down.
Down, down, following the broken balustrade, those red, red lips open in a wail of fear and ignorance, “Why?”
The last word Tsairenn speaks before her head cracks on the cobblestones, cracks with much the same sound as the balustrade as it shattered. And there is a red stain on the cobblestones, a spreading red pool.
~
Blood.
Red blood on the cobblestones.
A red, red stain, a spreading pool of blood on the cobblestones.
As red as Tsairenns red, red lips open in the slackness of the wail, the final wondering why.
A red stain on the cobblestones.
Red, red spreading over the cobblestones, as red as her red, red lips.
~
She, Tsairenn, was the girl, the young lady, that everyone either wanted, or wanted to be. She had everything, or so the gossips said, looks, money, men begging for her favours. Her circle of friends, those that she trusted, adored her and would do anything that she desired, catered to her slightest whim in the hopes that her popularity, her charm would rub off on them.
Deep green eyes, the rich colour of oak leaves set behind sparkling, captivatingly long lashes. Curiously coloured hair, like all the shades the precious metal could be, gold, rose, white, shimmered together into Tsairenn’s thick coiled locks. A heart shaped face, with high cheek bones and an ever present, warm smile curving those red, red lips. A swan like neck, long, delicate, dainty, from her head to her shoulders and from then on her body is formed. Lithe, curved, soft; perfect.
To her suitors, she is a goddess, to her rivals, a porcelain doll but though they do not care for her, they still cannot fault her beauty. And it is her beauty that is her downfall.
One man she scorned when she shouldn’t have, one proposal she should have politely declined rather than accepted, and then rejected as though his heart, his feelings, were as nothing. Two men, both burned by her, and a lady, who she once thought was Tsairenns friend, a small knot of darkness under the glow of Tsairenn’s life.
Two men set the scene, broke the balustrade, cleared away the plants before vanishing into the night. One lady, beguiled the enchantress, leading her onto the landing. One girl, leaning against an unsteady rail suddenly trips on the hem of her skirt, the fabric torn and left behind, fear in her green eyes as she turns, desperate to reach out to something of safety, only to find that her companion was out of reach.
She wobbles, almost catching her balance before the broken balustrade gives way, cracking and dropping the two stories down onto the cobblestones, a loud, sharp CRACK splits the night air, but no one can hear over the music within. Multiple shades of gold, rose and white spin through the air, losing the pins as she windmills her arms, flailing, trying to keep her balance on uneasy heels.
One lady, leans forward, Tsairenn gets the light of hope in her eyes, only to have them return to a darker fear at the blade that appears in the lady’s hand, cutting a nick in the hem of the skirt, tearing it and dropping the little scrap of fabric on the balcony. A cold smile curves pale lips and a gloved hand gives the beauty a push, not much of one but enough to set her off balance and down.
Down, down, following the broken balustrade, those red, red lips open in a wail of fear and ignorance, “Why?”
The last word Tsairenn speaks before her head cracks on the cobblestones, cracks with much the same sound as the balustrade as it shattered. And there is a red stain on the cobblestones, a spreading red pool.
~
Blood.
Red blood on the cobblestones.
A red, red stain, a spreading pool of blood on the cobblestones.
As red as Tsairenns red, red lips open in the slackness of the wail, the final wondering why.
Saturday, 12 May 2007
A whole new meaning to the word 'idiot'.
Xin, I'm sorry, but I just -had- to share this, it's classic and still gives me a laugh. If any of you reading my blog know how to play MUD's, MUSHes, etc, you'll know of Achaea? I sent Xin on towards it...bad idea. Like -really- bad idea, you'll see why. He's a particularly dense newbie...worse than most.
This is on msn by the ways.
Yaay, double post day. hehe
This is on msn by the ways.
Xin-san says: <-- Him, obviously.
Sleep well?
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:<-- Me
yep
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
oh, sorry, didn't really see you log in *hug* good morning
Xin-san says:
*hug* That's good. Still feel tired?
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
slightly
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
but that's alright
Xin-san says:
I hear you. I had a late night, still feeling the semi-delusional effects of it.
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
lol
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
what house is your char in?
Xin-san says:
Huh? I have a house?
Xin-san says:
Probably. Um, how do I find out?
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
you said you had joined a House
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
HWHO shows the people in it
Xin-san says:
Yoohoo?
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
yessum?
Xin-san says:
Er, did the messages get through?
Xin-san says:
Xin-san says:
Er... But ah.. how do I know what house I'm in?
Xin-san says:
PS: How do you do the "quick descrption of everything in the room" thing?
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
SCORE shows you what house you're in, and QL does the second
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
or IH which is INFO HERE
Xin-san says:
Oh no! I'm human!
Xin-san says:
How do I change races?
Xin-san says:
I am of the house of Hashan.
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
that's a city
Xin-san says:
Sightseer in the Fellowship of Explorers. What does that mean?
Xin-san says:
Riiiight...
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
you can reincarnate
Xin-san says:
So many big words, it's all so terrifying!
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
meaning you get someone to kill you, you go to the Flame of Yggrdrasil and REINCARNATE
Xin-san says:
I have no idea what my house is.
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
alright, your chars name's xinsama right?
Xin-san says:
Aye.
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
sec
Xin-san says:
Lol what curoius help files.
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
you're not in a House
Xin-san says:
Oh good.
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
you ought to be
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
then you can bug -them- about all this, instead of me
Xin-san says:
I know, but I recall thinking "Angela must decide for me! Egads!"
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
lol
Xin-san says:
How do I join a house? And what are the commands to speak and do actions? Ie. Say, Shout.
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
say (whatever)
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
TELL (name) (whatever)
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
without the brackets
Xin-san says:
And how do I become a Rajamala instead of human? And remind me how to get to Minia? *puts on bright face*
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
HELP SAYS
Xin-san says:
Thankies. How do I join a house/become a rajamala?
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
to join a House go HOUSE LIST to get a list of the Houses, if you want to be a raja, get a friend to kill you and then rezz yourself in the Flame as a raja
Xin-san says:
Sweeet. Hey, come kill me please =D
Xin-san says:
Nah nevermind. I'll just stay down here... killing innocent butterflies...
Xin-san says:
Is there any stronger monster with potential loot in this dungeon?
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
lol
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
no, you -catch- butterflies
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
and i think you have found the...something area
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
they're major strong
Xin-san says:
Eh. i'm getting experience from killing them. Suits me find.
Xin-san says:
Fine
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
lol
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
for a newbie anyway
Xin-san says:
Hey I killed a kobold child!
Xin-san says:
I rock
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
that's them
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
get out of there, they get aggro
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
and go....east i think
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
until you reach a tower
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
and then kill hellcats
Xin-san says:
Aw shite. I just got hammered by a kobold miner. I felt really guilty for attacking him too.
Xin-san says:
I need things to kill!
Xin-san says:
Oh yeah now you tell me. Damn.
Xin-san says:
Okay, I'm dead. Uh... I'll figure out where to gof rom here.
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
*sigh*
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
PRAY FOR SALVATION
Xin-san says:
I just did.
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
good
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
and now you have to wait a bit
Xin-san says:
Yeah I gathered. Sorry for hassling you.
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
it's alright
Xin-san says:
Reading achea for too long is bad for you. Ahh there are stripes across evreything.
Xin-san says:
White text on black background = light distortion everything is in stripes egads
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
lol
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
rofl
Xin-san says:
A sigil is an emblem right?
Xin-san says:
Because now I'm outside the cave with nowhere to go.
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
okay
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
REJECT GRACE
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
and PORTALS
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to get back to minia
Xin-san says:
Lol I just got that by myself. I'll leave you alone... Sorry.
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
rofl
Xin-san says:
That hellcat took 200 health of me. I heal by typing "Rest" or something right?
Xin-san says:
Seriously though, I need armour and weapons or something so I don't get shredded.
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
once they're dead
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
you can SLEEP
Xin-san says:
Neat! Thanks. But the armour/weapons?
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
you're newbie kicking?
Xin-san says:
Yeah.
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
you spastic
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
talk to my character!
Xin-san says:
How?
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
have you learnt anything from anyone about your class skills?
Xin-san says:
No.
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
TELL DZEIN whatever
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
well no wonder
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
you need to learn stuff
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
CLASS can someone help me please?
Xin-san says:
Lol I'm spastic, I can afford to noobie kick. I'll send that stupid hellcat flying.
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
HELP COMMONSENCE
Xin-san says:
Achaeans are really nice.
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
they're just normal people
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
you get the bad eggs like anywhere else
Xin-san says:
Er, is a tutor a player or an NPC?
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
both
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
either or actually
Xin-san says:
Okay! Righto, I shall now attempt to join a house.
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
you are a remarkably dense newbie, do you know that?
Xin-san says:
I am astounded by my own obfuscation.
Xin-san says:
I take a long time to learn anything, but when I learn it, I am God.
Xin-san says:
Er, does it matter what house I join?
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
it helps if they hold your own beliefs and values
Xin-san says:
How can you tell what values are these without reading the history of every single one?
Xin-san says:
Achaea is just all so big and scary! *whines*
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
HELP HOUSE
Xin-san says:
Ohh man, too much reading.
Xin-san says:
I can't take it anymore! *explodes*
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
gaaah, godame, i -like- helping newbies but you are really trying my patience
Xin-san says:
Lol I'll stop.
Xin-san says:
Seriously, I'm going to stop playing Achaea for a little while, before I die. I have many many other things to occupy myself with right now, and while it is indeed a splendiferous game, I'm currently too dense to play it.
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
how about, you THINK about something BEFORE you ask me?
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
and stop sounding like a COMPLETE idiot?
Xin-san says:
Yeah that sounds decent. But I'm pretty much a complete idiot. It's unlikely you'll find a bigger noob than me in the world. *sigh*
Xin-san says:
Don't worry, I won't bother you again.
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
it's alright, it's just the constant repetition
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
i have told you, five times now, how to TALK TO PEOPLE
Xin-san says:
I'm scared they'll consider me as incompetant as you do.
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
that's what the NEWBIE channel is for
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
it's so you don't have one person knowing how stupid you are
Xin-san says:
There's a "channel"?
Xin-san says:
Okay, I'm presuming this is a help channel. How do you enter it?
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
*sigh*
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
NEWBIE i'm a little lost
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
type it in and then press the ENTER button
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
it is on your keyboard
Xin-san says:
Oh! Cool!
Xin-san says:
Keyboard?
Xin-san says:
What is this keyboard you speak of? I use "Mouse Keyboard 1.01", where I click all the letters I need to type.
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
you know, what you use to type?
Xin-san says:
All right, got it. I'll just stop talking now.
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
sorry for treating you like a complete idiot but i don't have a very big tolerance for fools
Xin-san says:
*sigh* The truth hurts.
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
*hug*
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
sorry
Xin-san says:
*hug* Nah it's okay.
Xin-san says:
There is a quote I'd like to use:
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
oh?
Xin-san says:
"Better to keep your mouth shut and let everyone think you're an idiot than open your mouth and prove it."
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
yeah
Xin-san says:
Lol I typed all that before you typed "oh?"
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
'better to have the world think you're a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt'
some people have friends, some people have enemies, i just have randoms says:
lol
Xin-san says:
Yaay, double post day. hehe
'Merry Christmas'
I know it's a bit late...or early, but I wrote this on December 24, christmas just past.
Those two words
have forever altered their meaning,
for me.
Christmas is a time
for family, peace, hope, love;
Isn't it?
A time of joy
and a time of merry laughter,
Right?
Then why,
do tears course down my face
as I cry?
Why is the icy water
my only solace on this night
of joy?
My mother,
does not wish to see me
on Christmas.
My father,
will not get to see me
on Christmas.
My family,
will not know I exist
on Christmas.
'Merry Christmas'
Those words are not so joyous,
are they?
Christmas,
is not so merry
Is it?
So the tears
streaming down my face
are bitter;
Bitter
from two, little, goodwill words:
'Merry Christmas.'
Those two words
have forever altered their meaning,
for me.
Christmas is a time
for family, peace, hope, love;
Isn't it?
A time of joy
and a time of merry laughter,
Right?
Then why,
do tears course down my face
as I cry?
Why is the icy water
my only solace on this night
of joy?
My mother,
does not wish to see me
on Christmas.
My father,
will not get to see me
on Christmas.
My family,
will not know I exist
on Christmas.
'Merry Christmas'
Those words are not so joyous,
are they?
Christmas,
is not so merry
Is it?
So the tears
streaming down my face
are bitter;
Bitter
from two, little, goodwill words:
'Merry Christmas.'
Tuesday, 8 May 2007
Contradictions.
Don't you just love the way people, everyone, is part of a contradiction?
Whether you admit it or not, it's true. We're all part of the great big contradiction called 'life'. See, this is how I came to this idea, researching some Catholic dogma. Actually, I was researching Aboriginal belief systems, native Australians, not aboriginals that means indigenous.
Sidetracked....
Anyways, I came to this site, ad2000, a catholic site, as I found out after reading a couple of paragraphs. Take this one for a spin;
Indeed, 74% of Aborigines (who make up about 1.5% at most of Australia's population) now list Christianity as their religion. They recognise that their ancestral religion is incapable of reshaping Australian civilisation, and any appeal to its apparently simple virtues and beliefs, against Christianity, can only result in the falsification of its strengths and the continuing denigration of Christianity.
Um, what the hell happend to equality and tolerance hmm? 'falsification of its strengths', 'denigration of Christianity'? Yeah...that's -real- tolerant. Or this one;
Aboriginal religion and Christianity are fundamentally incompatible. The former is essentially tribal and animistic. It shares with other primal religions a belief in ever-present spirits which use natural objects as instruments to bring about good or evil. The spirit world is at work in human beings and nature alike. Particular geographical features, plants and animals are thought to have special powers to help or harm the tribe. Rituals are designed to express adoration or achieve propitiation of such mysterious and dangerous entities.
Right, tell me, anyone, how is that NOT degrading to the Aboriginal culture? But wait, it gets better!
I think I'll just leave it there shall I? Does any more need to be said about why, and how, I dislike the whole idea of a religion? The Catholic one especially. No offence if any of you out there are good 'Godfearing' bible-bashers, but quite frankly, after reading that load of tripe, I don't have a whole lot of tolerance.
Here's the site, if you want to read it for yourselves.
http://www.ad2000.com.au/articles/1995/mar1995p10_848.html
Whether you admit it or not, it's true. We're all part of the great big contradiction called 'life'. See, this is how I came to this idea, researching some Catholic dogma. Actually, I was researching Aboriginal belief systems, native Australians, not aboriginals that means indigenous.
Sidetracked....
Anyways, I came to this site, ad2000, a catholic site, as I found out after reading a couple of paragraphs. Take this one for a spin;
Indeed, 74% of Aborigines (who make up about 1.5% at most of Australia's population) now list Christianity as their religion. They recognise that their ancestral religion is incapable of reshaping Australian civilisation, and any appeal to its apparently simple virtues and beliefs, against Christianity, can only result in the falsification of its strengths and the continuing denigration of Christianity.
Um, what the hell happend to equality and tolerance hmm? 'falsification of its strengths', 'denigration of Christianity'? Yeah...that's -real- tolerant. Or this one;
Aboriginal religion and Christianity are fundamentally incompatible. The former is essentially tribal and animistic. It shares with other primal religions a belief in ever-present spirits which use natural objects as instruments to bring about good or evil. The spirit world is at work in human beings and nature alike. Particular geographical features, plants and animals are thought to have special powers to help or harm the tribe. Rituals are designed to express adoration or achieve propitiation of such mysterious and dangerous entities.
Right, tell me, anyone, how is that NOT degrading to the Aboriginal culture? But wait, it gets better!
The Christian doctrine of creation also clashes with the myths of the Dreaming in the archetypal figure "Adam", who, because he represents humanity as a whole, relativises the importance of the tribal ancestors, and every form of social exclusivism, in two ways. First, members of a particular tribe also belong to a universal clan which transcends their localised traditions. Second, the "sins" which disrupt tribal harmony are also acts in which they participate with all people in the brokenness of humanity and the universal refusal to obey the Creator.
The Christian doctrine of creation thus undermines the 'beginnings' myths of primal religion: it insists that God transcends the gods and ancestral spirits, both by a miraculous act of creative love and by the universal scope of His power; it places members of tribal groups in the company of all other people in the matter of sharing responsibility before God for the brokenness of humanity.I think I'll just leave it there shall I? Does any more need to be said about why, and how, I dislike the whole idea of a religion? The Catholic one especially. No offence if any of you out there are good 'Godfearing' bible-bashers, but quite frankly, after reading that load of tripe, I don't have a whole lot of tolerance.
Here's the site, if you want to read it for yourselves.
http://www.ad2000.com.au/articles/1995/mar1995p10_848.html
Monday, 7 May 2007
We regret the rise of the Emo culture; Nazi Donald Duck!
First off, thise YouTube thing, it's awesome....and funny as XD I like it.
And second, the first part of the title....go the reversal. That was my topic for a debate last week, and I was on the negative team, thankfully. Which means I was arguing that we do NOT regret the rise of the emo culture.
I was the third speaker, so I had to rebutt the entirety of the oppositions argument and summarise my own teams. Here's my rebuttal...(that's basically pointing out and then negating everything they say)
Evanescense, My Chemical Romance and their popularity is the proof you need of societies approval. If not approval OF the society then approval FOR it instead and it's popularity in iteself.
Every second or third person walking down the street seems to be wearing black, has numerous body peircings, are class as 'emo'. Ladies and gentlemen, a mode of self-expressionism is in the emo culture, the ability to express themselves and confront the world in a way that the teenagers of the past have never been allowed to do. And, if we remove, regret and DENY these 'emo's their self-expression, their individuality, say that they should conform to societies expectations, then we are turning from the democratic society we are SUPPOSED to be, and dare i say it? turning towards a communist one. A society where everyone is exactly the same.
and that, ladies and gentlemen, is NOT what we are. How can a society regret the music, their right to be an individual and the styles of dress? can society as a whole regret a society within itself that gives it variety. Can anyone for that matter, regret the right to be an individual? That, ladies and gentlemen, is the question I leave you with.
We lost, by the way. Because our first speaker was REALLY bad. like, REALLY.
Any comments?
And second, the first part of the title....go the reversal. That was my topic for a debate last week, and I was on the negative team, thankfully. Which means I was arguing that we do NOT regret the rise of the emo culture.
I was the third speaker, so I had to rebutt the entirety of the oppositions argument and summarise my own teams. Here's my rebuttal...(that's basically pointing out and then negating everything they say)
- who defines the 'unhealthy' mindset, does the common public have psychology degrees?
- Would they be 'against the world' if the world bothered to try and 'illuminate' their darkened room?
- So thinking and absorbed in their own observations is 'bad'? what about Einstein, Newton, Shakespear? Great thinkers of the world yet by your definition, they would be classed as 'emo'.
- Depression, sadness, is more common than society thinks. The emo culture is exposing it's very existance and for that, for revealing the 'truth' as such, the opposition is saying that we -regret- the truth. It's not pretty, but it's there.
- 'Positives' and 'negatives', what about the one you don't hear about? the one who's mother OD'd on ICE, crystal meth and has to raise their family while going to school? Do they not have a -right- to be 'emo'?
- We don't regret the self-expression, but the way it's expressed?
Evanescense, My Chemical Romance and their popularity is the proof you need of societies approval. If not approval OF the society then approval FOR it instead and it's popularity in iteself.
Every second or third person walking down the street seems to be wearing black, has numerous body peircings, are class as 'emo'. Ladies and gentlemen, a mode of self-expressionism is in the emo culture, the ability to express themselves and confront the world in a way that the teenagers of the past have never been allowed to do. And, if we remove, regret and DENY these 'emo's their self-expression, their individuality, say that they should conform to societies expectations, then we are turning from the democratic society we are SUPPOSED to be, and dare i say it? turning towards a communist one. A society where everyone is exactly the same.
and that, ladies and gentlemen, is NOT what we are. How can a society regret the music, their right to be an individual and the styles of dress? can society as a whole regret a society within itself that gives it variety. Can anyone for that matter, regret the right to be an individual? That, ladies and gentlemen, is the question I leave you with.
We lost, by the way. Because our first speaker was REALLY bad. like, REALLY.
Any comments?
Saturday, 5 May 2007
Illness
उघ, ई हटे बीइंग सिक। इत'एस सो अन्नोयिंग यू क्नोव, तो हवे ठाट ....कोर्सेनेस्स इन योर थ्रोअत। ऊऊव, इस हिंदी! Oooooh, hindi script
Anyways, what I said was I hate being sick. You know that coarseness in your throat, the itch, the ache, the tingle that won't go away?
I'm -never- sick, yet I have a coarse throat, the headache, the general ickyness. I literally feel like death warmed over, and it hurts to swallow, to breathe, to drink...ugh I hate it. And to top it off, I've lost my voice, and I have to work tomorrow, and talk to idiot customers with a voice that is not there. *sighs*
Wonderful, fan-bloody-tastic.
Oh, and apologies for the non-recentness of my bloggings, I've either been busy or haven't been near a computer for long enough to blog, hence why the shortness of this one.
Update or something when I've got time and I'm not ...the sludgy thing you find at the bottom of a fishpond.
Anyways, what I said was I hate being sick. You know that coarseness in your throat, the itch, the ache, the tingle that won't go away?
I'm -never- sick, yet I have a coarse throat, the headache, the general ickyness. I literally feel like death warmed over, and it hurts to swallow, to breathe, to drink...ugh I hate it. And to top it off, I've lost my voice, and I have to work tomorrow, and talk to idiot customers with a voice that is not there. *sighs*
Wonderful, fan-bloody-tastic.
Oh, and apologies for the non-recentness of my bloggings, I've either been busy or haven't been near a computer for long enough to blog, hence why the shortness of this one.
Update or something when I've got time and I'm not ...the sludgy thing you find at the bottom of a fishpond.
Tuesday, 1 May 2007
Figures
This morning, on the radio I hear a report on how this young lad, barely off his P-plates (that's his first probationary liscence if you don't have the same thing) stopped to pick up a woman and her child.
He was driving down the road, and this woman jumped out infront of his car, so he pulled over, her and her kid got in. He took them where they wanted to go, and when they got there, another group of women jumped him, and stole his car.
Figures eh? Help somebody and it blows up in your face. Like if you have a first aide certificate, common as nowadays, yet people drive past a crash rather than stopping and seeing if they can help, for the simple reason that one guy did it, kept the crash victim alive until the ambulance came, only to get SUED because he BROKE ONE RIB. He broke the guys' rib, so the guy sued him, and won too!
Another example, if someone is drowning and you pull them from the water but you're not a lifesaver (coast guard for the yanks), and they DIE, drown from the water in their lungs, YOU are held liable for their death from the moment you touch them, simply from trying to stop the poor moron from drowning. Figures eh?
He was driving down the road, and this woman jumped out infront of his car, so he pulled over, her and her kid got in. He took them where they wanted to go, and when they got there, another group of women jumped him, and stole his car.
Figures eh? Help somebody and it blows up in your face. Like if you have a first aide certificate, common as nowadays, yet people drive past a crash rather than stopping and seeing if they can help, for the simple reason that one guy did it, kept the crash victim alive until the ambulance came, only to get SUED because he BROKE ONE RIB. He broke the guys' rib, so the guy sued him, and won too!
Another example, if someone is drowning and you pull them from the water but you're not a lifesaver (coast guard for the yanks), and they DIE, drown from the water in their lungs, YOU are held liable for their death from the moment you touch them, simply from trying to stop the poor moron from drowning. Figures eh?
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