Okay. Simple procedure, get to Joondalup ECU and enrol. No problem, expect to be home again by 2pm. Right?
Right....?
Wrong.
First problem in a day that was one, massive headache. The train wasn't going from perth to Joondalup, I had to catch a bus substitute first. Sure, no problem. Catch the bus to Sternville or something, catch the train from there to Joondalup.
Twenty minutes after arriving at said station....the train rocks up.
No problem, boarding the train, ridign the train...get to joondalup train station at around...10.40am ish. Okay. Catch the Joondalup CAT (freebus) to the uni or you could just walk the guy said. Riiight. First, I went the -wrong way- out of the station, then over the -wrong- side of the bridge, turned around, saw said bus, and had to cross a bridge to catch it.
No problem.
Next issue: find the admin or something to enrol.
Across and THROUGH the campus later...We find the library. The library points me to the psych building, so I toddle over to the next building, get set up and start to decide whether to do two minors (Which I wanted to be languages, but it's a rather bad idea to be learning two new languages at once...you tend to jumble them up) or a double major. Yay for double major!
So we go back to the window, they say 'oh, you have to go down to student central and get -them- to do this' ....where is it? 'just down the stairs, across the parking lot. It's the big building over there.'
Great directions, no?
So, we go down the stairs (that were in the building) across the parking lot aaand....there are -three- buildings. Lovely. Eeeny meeny miney...nope, wrong first shot.
Second? Ah-ha! Gold!
Write down my name and wait in line....and wait....and we go to a desk whoo!
They enrol me in three units, the fourth is full, but no problem! You just have to go back to your faculty and get them to sign this. ...which faculty? 'the one you were just at'
great, a criminology subject and we go to psychology for a signature. no, we can't sign this, it's not our department. I've emailed and talked to people, it should be open tomorrow, just come back then. -_- Do you sense a theme here people?
So, me being the stubborn lass I am...and the fact that I don't really want to have to return there so soon if I don't have to, I went over to the library and asked for where the crimonolgy people were...they didn't know, so sent me to student central. They sent me to building 2. No problem. One little walk, one signature, and we're out of here!
Wrong.
See, I walk up to building two (45 minutes after first getting told that I had to get a signature mind you) and ask them to sign it. They say we can't, your lecturer has to. Who's the lecturer, where can I find them?
I get a post it note, with his name and room number on it, and the course code. No problem. Rooom 2.407. ...where is room 2.407?
Student Central to the rescueee!!!!
Room 2.407 is in the building I just left. -_- Except they point me to the other side, I ask for a signature, they say 'no can do, have to get the lecturer' so I walk over the other side, (it's a short walk, maybe 20m) hop in an elevator and go up four stories.
Room 401, 403, 404....407 is...empty. No desk, no chair, no nothing. This is -so- very helpful. Not.
Back to Student Central. Where is he?! 'room 2.407' he is not, I've just beeene there, it's eeeempty. "um..." I take a ticket and wait in line...wait...and go and see a lady that helps me out. She's brillaint. B..something. African. She got the lecturer on the phone and I got a REAL room that he was at! 8.504 Building 8, floor five, room 4. We are in business!
...where's building 8?
oh, that far away? *sigh* I go for another walkies, get lost three times, walk AROUND where I'm supposed to be twice.... and finally find building 8. Problem. The elevator only has four floors, we need -five-. Go up, newp, no luck, go down. Ask for directions. 'Oh, you need the next wing. Just out that door and left until you reach the next wing'
So we go left. Walking walking walking.....that's another building. Where's this wing again? Turn around....ooh! Elevator. Lets go up.
It has five buttons bonus! It's even for building 8, double bonus!
We goes up....and walks to the room, and he's in there yus! (Drat, I've just realised that I got sunburnt. Poo) Get the signature, and he sets up enough so that I'm enrolled and all, I walk back to student central, take a ticket and wait...and wait....and wait. 20 minutes later, I get seen yay!
All enrolled and everything and...timetable? Oh, just log into this SIMU thing, or something like that, and print it out. Great. No problem. Username....?
Um.
Username....?
Damnit.
To cut a long story short (even though it's getting to the end) I have to go up to the library, twice more, once to get my username, a second time to get my student id (dodgy picture...ugh) and then....we go! Almost
Had to run back and see what date the lectures started and everything. So pleh.
Times! 11am, we get told to get a signature. 2pm, we get said signature. 3.30pm, we leave the campus.
Yay.
Four day week, monday, tuesday, wednesday, friday. Not too horrible.
Monday, 18 February 2008
Sunday, 17 February 2008
Moonwalker
Now, I'm not an avid MJ fan or protagonist. I've got, quite frankly, next to no opinion on him, apart from pity. I pity the fact that he adored this one woman enough to have surgery to look like her, even though he denies it, I pity what has happened to him, and I pity the way public opinion has effected him, but I do not hate him, I do not think he actually molested any child, and neither do I really think he was....as great as the records say. I find the songs written by him, for him, as later years, were annoying, fake sounding. Too high to be real. Falsetto always jarrs my teeth.
Some of the other songs he's sung however, those where his voice is in the lower octaves rather than so high, -those- I prefer, because to me, they don't sound...put apon if you know what I mean? Stretching his voice -too- high simply because its what people expect of his voice, you know?
Anyways, what brought this about was a movie by MJ, (Michael Jackson for anyone a little clueless) called Moonwalker. It's an old movie, made back before the media circus started up, back when he was loved by everyone. There's an adventure tale in the middle of it, between concerts and other musical things, that he wrote. It is very very good, considering the age of it, and that he wasn't a professional... but in it, one thing struck out at me. He loved children. Not in the perverted sense, but in the way a big brother would love a younger sibling. There is no 'love interest' that the bad guy kidnaps to get MJ to walk into a trap, but rather a small girl, about 8 or so. The other main characters, on the good side, are two boys. Children.
You can see it, in the way the script is written, the screen play, the acting.... it was genuine. He adored children, loved them as friends, younger siblings. Doted on them. That, I think, more than anything else, proves in my mind that the furor that brought about the bad rep for MJ was just a scam. He loved childred, adored them, not lusted after them.
In the contrast of selves, from how he is in the movie, smiling, cheerful, bubbly almost, to how he is now, withdrawn, silent, avoiding contact with people...it makes me sad, to think that on the word of -one- mother, saying what supposedly happened to her son taken as solid gold -without- medical tests to prove anything (lets forget for now that MJ is castrated to keep his voice high), the world, generally as a whole, turned its back on one of the greastest musical geniuses of the age. Look at his video clips, we have hiphop, RnB, almost break dancing before there were even words for the motions, the concepts weren't even considered....it was just what MJ did, like the moonwalk.
And how his legs were made of elastic rubber and totally not attached to his hips.
It disheartens me, at how cynical the world has become...how cruel.
How very pointless everything you do, or have done, is, when one wrong word, one foul rumour, could ruin your entire life in the blinking of an eye.
Some of the other songs he's sung however, those where his voice is in the lower octaves rather than so high, -those- I prefer, because to me, they don't sound...put apon if you know what I mean? Stretching his voice -too- high simply because its what people expect of his voice, you know?
Anyways, what brought this about was a movie by MJ, (Michael Jackson for anyone a little clueless) called Moonwalker. It's an old movie, made back before the media circus started up, back when he was loved by everyone. There's an adventure tale in the middle of it, between concerts and other musical things, that he wrote. It is very very good, considering the age of it, and that he wasn't a professional... but in it, one thing struck out at me. He loved children. Not in the perverted sense, but in the way a big brother would love a younger sibling. There is no 'love interest' that the bad guy kidnaps to get MJ to walk into a trap, but rather a small girl, about 8 or so. The other main characters, on the good side, are two boys. Children.
You can see it, in the way the script is written, the screen play, the acting.... it was genuine. He adored children, loved them as friends, younger siblings. Doted on them. That, I think, more than anything else, proves in my mind that the furor that brought about the bad rep for MJ was just a scam. He loved childred, adored them, not lusted after them.
In the contrast of selves, from how he is in the movie, smiling, cheerful, bubbly almost, to how he is now, withdrawn, silent, avoiding contact with people...it makes me sad, to think that on the word of -one- mother, saying what supposedly happened to her son taken as solid gold -without- medical tests to prove anything (lets forget for now that MJ is castrated to keep his voice high), the world, generally as a whole, turned its back on one of the greastest musical geniuses of the age. Look at his video clips, we have hiphop, RnB, almost break dancing before there were even words for the motions, the concepts weren't even considered....it was just what MJ did, like the moonwalk.
And how his legs were made of elastic rubber and totally not attached to his hips.
It disheartens me, at how cynical the world has become...how cruel.
How very pointless everything you do, or have done, is, when one wrong word, one foul rumour, could ruin your entire life in the blinking of an eye.
Sunday, 10 February 2008
The Sum of...
all our parts.
What makes us, us? Why are humans on the top of the food chain? What makes us individual, how are we made into that individuality?
Are we but a sum of all our parts? And what are these 'parts'? The physical, arms, leg, head, torso, waist, feet, hands, fingers, eyes, nose, mouth, ears? Or is it something else, is it the intangiable, our senses? Touch, taste, scent, sight, and hearing?
What are our personalities? What forms them, what is the equation that gives out the sum of all our parts?
Back on our senses....what about the telepathy, empathy, precognition? The ESP qualities? Are people that have these of a higher evolutionary tract, or a lower one? Have they developed something the most of us do not have, or are they merely listening to their instincts more? Their 'gut feeling' that the higher thinking and evolution of mankind has out thought the need for. It's something to consider, isn't it?
What are the sum of all our parts, and is the sum the same for all of us....or is it the equation that gives us our detail, our differences? What are the parts we're considering...why are some people better at math than the arts, languages than the sciences? Why is there a disparity between the sexes? The way either gender thinks is completely alien to the other...why?
Don't you just love it when I get philosophical and 'deep'? In other news, I have a new laptop, and it is -awesome-. Has. Everything. You name it, my laptop has it, can do it. <3 Bluetooth, wireless, numerous usb ports, camera, mic, ....literally, everything that is the current rage. <3
Been working for 8 days straight now, so i'm a bit tired, just a little, but it's a 42 hour week, yay for 12 hours overtime, 2 time and a half, 10 double time. Lotsa monies ^_^ Uni is happening, yay for an hour travelling time because I can't really move out just yet, unless an aunt of mine (who works at the uni I'm going to) agrees to pick me up (and let me live with her, save on fuel and all that) So....yeah.
I think that's about it, oh, melbourne was a blast, even though there are ALOT of people in melbourne and I'm crowd phobic. Me and my boyfriend discovered that as I got all snarly and grrr and bitey at the invasions of personal space. That was amusing. Not.
That's about all I can say for now peoples, keep smiling and all that, things could be worse.
What makes us, us? Why are humans on the top of the food chain? What makes us individual, how are we made into that individuality?
Are we but a sum of all our parts? And what are these 'parts'? The physical, arms, leg, head, torso, waist, feet, hands, fingers, eyes, nose, mouth, ears? Or is it something else, is it the intangiable, our senses? Touch, taste, scent, sight, and hearing?
What are our personalities? What forms them, what is the equation that gives out the sum of all our parts?
Back on our senses....what about the telepathy, empathy, precognition? The ESP qualities? Are people that have these of a higher evolutionary tract, or a lower one? Have they developed something the most of us do not have, or are they merely listening to their instincts more? Their 'gut feeling' that the higher thinking and evolution of mankind has out thought the need for. It's something to consider, isn't it?
What are the sum of all our parts, and is the sum the same for all of us....or is it the equation that gives us our detail, our differences? What are the parts we're considering...why are some people better at math than the arts, languages than the sciences? Why is there a disparity between the sexes? The way either gender thinks is completely alien to the other...why?
Don't you just love it when I get philosophical and 'deep'? In other news, I have a new laptop, and it is -awesome-. Has. Everything. You name it, my laptop has it, can do it. <3 Bluetooth, wireless, numerous usb ports, camera, mic, ....literally, everything that is the current rage. <3
Been working for 8 days straight now, so i'm a bit tired, just a little, but it's a 42 hour week, yay for 12 hours overtime, 2 time and a half, 10 double time. Lotsa monies ^_^ Uni is happening, yay for an hour travelling time because I can't really move out just yet, unless an aunt of mine (who works at the uni I'm going to) agrees to pick me up (and let me live with her, save on fuel and all that) So....yeah.
I think that's about it, oh, melbourne was a blast, even though there are ALOT of people in melbourne and I'm crowd phobic. Me and my boyfriend discovered that as I got all snarly and grrr and bitey at the invasions of personal space. That was amusing. Not.
That's about all I can say for now peoples, keep smiling and all that, things could be worse.
Tuesday, 22 January 2008
The Black Day Book
I'm sure quite a few of you know of the Blue Day Book by Bradly Trevor Greive? Quite a lovely book actually, with animal pictures and things, well, the Black Day Book is um...similar to that. Except well...here, I'll give you the lines that are in it, it's disturbing.
Any day can be a black day.
These are the days when you know you're a mere speck on the earth
when you are no longer able to delude yourself that there is a point to it all.
Life is a slog, and some days are beyond endurance.
When you're stuck in traffic,
the elements conspire against you,
your flight is cancelled.
You need to decide if you will let the world push you around,
or if you will fight back.
On black days the world is against you.
It's right that you feel paranoid.
The panic rises,
frantically you search for comfort in all the wrong places, (baby duck on a rabbit hee)
you feel abandoned in a scorching desert
and dread lurks over your shoulder.
...and so on. I'll just skip to the end where it um...'cheers you up'.
Dont let yourself become one of those gentle souls who wants to save the world. Is it really worth saving? What with pollution and the hole in the ozone layer, global warming, overpopulation, the threat of terrorism (I find it ironic that the picture is a bald eagle...), war, karaoke, and aging rock stars who just wont quit. But worst of all there's love. Which inevitably leads to heartbreak, hate-mail, emotional baggage, paranoia, sleeping alone, insecurity, loneliness and despair.
So how can you avoid the nauseating feeling that you're sliding into a pool of squalid slime? Its simple. Avoid people. They're only going to hurt you. Lose your ambition. It wont get you anywhere. Remember that you are -always- right, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Never say you're sorry. Don't worry about other people. They need to grow up and look after themselves. Make scary faces at small children. Sleep alot -- it kills time. Stop worrying about your personal appearance, nobody notices you anyway. Avoid positive people, they're just deluding themselves. Why worry about consequences? If you're lucky, today might be your last. Sit back and watch life pass you by. What are you really going to miss? Just another black day.
yeah, to save on space I put the pages into paragraphs >_> Now, is this a book supposed to cheer you up or what?
Any day can be a black day.
These are the days when you know you're a mere speck on the earth
when you are no longer able to delude yourself that there is a point to it all.
Life is a slog, and some days are beyond endurance.
When you're stuck in traffic,
the elements conspire against you,
your flight is cancelled.
You need to decide if you will let the world push you around,
or if you will fight back.
On black days the world is against you.
It's right that you feel paranoid.
The panic rises,
frantically you search for comfort in all the wrong places, (baby duck on a rabbit hee)
you feel abandoned in a scorching desert
and dread lurks over your shoulder.
...and so on. I'll just skip to the end where it um...'cheers you up'.
Dont let yourself become one of those gentle souls who wants to save the world. Is it really worth saving? What with pollution and the hole in the ozone layer, global warming, overpopulation, the threat of terrorism (I find it ironic that the picture is a bald eagle...), war, karaoke, and aging rock stars who just wont quit. But worst of all there's love. Which inevitably leads to heartbreak, hate-mail, emotional baggage, paranoia, sleeping alone, insecurity, loneliness and despair.
So how can you avoid the nauseating feeling that you're sliding into a pool of squalid slime? Its simple. Avoid people. They're only going to hurt you. Lose your ambition. It wont get you anywhere. Remember that you are -always- right, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Never say you're sorry. Don't worry about other people. They need to grow up and look after themselves. Make scary faces at small children. Sleep alot -- it kills time. Stop worrying about your personal appearance, nobody notices you anyway. Avoid positive people, they're just deluding themselves. Why worry about consequences? If you're lucky, today might be your last. Sit back and watch life pass you by. What are you really going to miss? Just another black day.
yeah, to save on space I put the pages into paragraphs >_> Now, is this a book supposed to cheer you up or what?
Thursday, 17 January 2008
Braincell count....
-10 and falling.
http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/death+kitty+and+the+fat+man/
http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/Animator+vs+Animation/
http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/Animator+vs+Animation+2/
http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/ultimate+showdown/
http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/salad+fingers/
^ <3 salad fingers.
Click on the links, they are awesome clips! Oh, happy side note, I GOT IN!!! Yep, I got into uni, got my 1st preference, in a joondalup campus to ECU in Psychology, BA(psych) whoo! Go me.
http://seehere.blogspot.com/2006/08/strange-and-funny-signs.html
http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/scampi/
http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/badgers/
http://www.flowgo.com/funny/2113_baby-maybelline.html
http://www.flowgo.com/funny/5103_midnight-piddle-parody.html
Enjoy teh braindrainign I have.
http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/death+kitty+and+the+fat+man/
http://www.weeb
http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/Animator+vs+Animation+2/
http://www.weeb
http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/salad+fingers/
^ <3 salad fingers.
Click on the links, they are awesome clips! Oh, happy side note, I GOT IN!!! Yep, I got into uni, got my 1st preference, in a joondalup campus to ECU in Psychology, BA(psych) whoo! Go me.
http://seehere.blogspot.com/2006/08/strange-and-funny-signs.html
http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/scampi/
http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/badgers/
http://www.flowgo.com/funny/2113_baby-maybelline.html
http://www.flowgo.com/funny/5103_midnight-piddle-parody.html
Enjoy teh braindrainign I have.
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, 10 January 2008
Irritation
Yes, I am irritated today. Do you know why? Of course not, so I am going to rant my little head off telling you about it.
Yesterday, my mothers boyfriend decided to ride me, again, about cleaning up my room. Yeah, like there is alot I can do with the two metre square room I've got, chuck in two dressers, a book case, a bed and a washbasket, a box that holds a complete kitchen kit (apart from the kitchen sink and plates...literally) that is about oh...a metre cubed, and I'm lucky to get a walkway of floor! See, he was taking in some washing, I went out and offered to help, he said 'why don't you do something productive, and clean your room.' that went down well, not.
But! be proud of me. All I did was growl.
And then, I went to work, still a bit riled, only to get snarled at by the manager (I'm kinda sick of having to clock in early y'know) because I wasn't immediately out the front, and when I was on the WAY OUT THERE, he kept on saying that I was going out there to replace another worker. I'm like, yep, I know. Yeah, okay. Grar! Serve the customers, clear the line and, lo and behold, I'm off lobby to pack for drive thru. Yay. -_-
Not one of my happier days, let me assure you.
And, to top it all off, this entire wonderful situation of working 8 days straight, I didn't sleep last night. Hip hip hurrah, lets hear it for insomnia!
Flying over to Melbourne tomorrow to spend two weeks with my boyfriend, yay, should be good. Note to self; don't go 8 days only eating once every three while working your arse off, you tend to feel a bit light headed.
Hummmmmm......I think that's about all of it, I can't think of anything else to write and isn't this just a pleasant little update for you lot? Oh, and I'm not getting any closer to having a new laptop, alas, funds are a bit short and I'm around $500 in debt to daddy dearest to pay for airfares. Joy of joys. Maybe...maybe when I get my tax return, I'll get myself a laptop, a belated birthday present to me from me. Yay. -_-
Yesterday, my mothers boyfriend decided to ride me, again, about cleaning up my room. Yeah, like there is alot I can do with the two metre square room I've got, chuck in two dressers, a book case, a bed and a washbasket, a box that holds a complete kitchen kit (apart from the kitchen sink and plates...literally) that is about oh...a metre cubed, and I'm lucky to get a walkway of floor! See, he was taking in some washing, I went out and offered to help, he said 'why don't you do something productive, and clean your room.' that went down well, not.
But! be proud of me. All I did was growl.
And then, I went to work, still a bit riled, only to get snarled at by the manager (I'm kinda sick of having to clock in early y'know) because I wasn't immediately out the front, and when I was on the WAY OUT THERE, he kept on saying that I was going out there to replace another worker. I'm like, yep, I know. Yeah, okay. Grar! Serve the customers, clear the line and, lo and behold, I'm off lobby to pack for drive thru. Yay. -_-
Not one of my happier days, let me assure you.
And, to top it all off, this entire wonderful situation of working 8 days straight, I didn't sleep last night. Hip hip hurrah, lets hear it for insomnia!
Flying over to Melbourne tomorrow to spend two weeks with my boyfriend, yay, should be good. Note to self; don't go 8 days only eating once every three while working your arse off, you tend to feel a bit light headed.
Hummmmmm......I think that's about all of it, I can't think of anything else to write and isn't this just a pleasant little update for you lot? Oh, and I'm not getting any closer to having a new laptop, alas, funds are a bit short and I'm around $500 in debt to daddy dearest to pay for airfares. Joy of joys. Maybe...maybe when I get my tax return, I'll get myself a laptop, a belated birthday present to me from me. Yay. -_-
Saturday, 29 December 2007
Ah...the joys of being quoted.
Xin, Derrick here, couldn't help following the link in your post. another warning, slight metaphysic ahead.
anyway i'll try to cover what i haven't yet in my comment on your spaces blog. start off with a quote.
"the only difference between an enlightened man and an unenlightened one is that one knows it, while the other does not."
no philosophy is flawed. they simply exist. if you can discard all notions of flaw and flawlessness, that is good, because you are what you are. if you cannot, and remain concerned about whether you are following a "correct" philosophy, that is also good, because you are still what you are. we cannot judge a philosopher to be "better" than a hedonist, because the existence of both is essential for the existence of the universe. you could use the idea of "God's plan" as a metaphor- the current existence is perfect, because it is the only possible existence.
personally i feel that there is nothing more to know other than what i already know. my existence in the universe serves to bring about the continuation of the universe. if i did not exist- but i cannot not exist, because i exist. since i am a part of a perfect system, i am perfect. i know that i cannot know everything, and that knowledge is enough.
and if people choose not to get around that concept, so let them be. if they are the happier for it, then good for them.
i'm not saying that all moral judgements are irrelevant- i am not exactly a nihilist. i only believe that everything that happens happens because it must happen, and thus this existence is perfect. it doesn't make me happy, but i am glad in knowing that i am not happy because i was meant to be sad.
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Obviously, that comment wasn't for me. Yay for people with multiple blogs assuming that -others- keep multiple blogs. A little common sense please, when something from ANOTHER BLOG is quoted WITH A LINK to that blog, isn't it -generally- safe to assume that the OTHER BLOG is by, shock horror, SOMEONE ELSE?!
Nevar! who ever heard of such a thing? Preposterous!
So, be a doll Xin dear, and pass this on to him hmm? Cheers.
anyway i'll try to cover what i haven't yet in my comment on your spaces blog. start off with a quote.
"the only difference between an enlightened man and an unenlightened one is that one knows it, while the other does not."
no philosophy is flawed. they simply exist. if you can discard all notions of flaw and flawlessness, that is good, because you are what you are. if you cannot, and remain concerned about whether you are following a "correct" philosophy, that is also good, because you are still what you are. we cannot judge a philosopher to be "better" than a hedonist, because the existence of both is essential for the existence of the universe. you could use the idea of "God's plan" as a metaphor- the current existence is perfect, because it is the only possible existence.
personally i feel that there is nothing more to know other than what i already know. my existence in the universe serves to bring about the continuation of the universe. if i did not exist- but i cannot not exist, because i exist. since i am a part of a perfect system, i am perfect. i know that i cannot know everything, and that knowledge is enough.
and if people choose not to get around that concept, so let them be. if they are the happier for it, then good for them.
i'm not saying that all moral judgements are irrelevant- i am not exactly a nihilist. i only believe that everything that happens happens because it must happen, and thus this existence is perfect. it doesn't make me happy, but i am glad in knowing that i am not happy because i was meant to be sad.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Obviously, that comment wasn't for me. Yay for people with multiple blogs assuming that -others- keep multiple blogs. A little common sense please, when something from ANOTHER BLOG is quoted WITH A LINK to that blog, isn't it -generally- safe to assume that the OTHER BLOG is by, shock horror, SOMEONE ELSE?!
Nevar! who ever heard of such a thing? Preposterous!
So, be a doll Xin dear, and pass this on to him hmm? Cheers.
Thursday, 27 December 2007
Patriotism
I came from the dream time, from the dusty red soil plains,
I am the ancient heart – the keeper of the flame,
I stood upon the rocky shore, I watched the tall ships come,
For forty thousand years I'd been the first Australian.
We are one but we are many
And from all the lands on earth we come,
we share a dream,
And sing with one voice,
I am, you are, we are Australian.
I came upon the prison ship bound down by iron chains
I cleared the land, endured the lash and waited for the rains.
I'm a settler, I'm a farmer's wife on a dry and barren run
A convict then a free man, I became Australian.
I'm the daughter of a digger who sought the mother lode
The girl became a woman on the long and dusty road
I'm a child of the depression, I saw the good times come
I'm a bushy, I'm a battler, I am Australian.
We are one but we are many
And from all the lands on earth we come,
we share a dream,
And sing with one voice,
I am, you are, we are Australian.
I'm a teller of stories, I'm a singer of songs
I am Albert Namatjira, and I paint the ghostly gums
I am Clancy on his horse, I'm Ned Kelly on the run
I'm the one who waltzed Matilda, I am Australian.
I'm the hot wind from the desert, I'm the black soil of the plains
I'm the mountains and the valleys, I'm the drought and flooding rains
I am the rock, I am the sky, the rivers when they run
The spirit of this great land, I am Australian.
We are one but we are many
And from all the lands on earth we come,
we share a dream,
And sing with one voice,
I am, you are, we are Australian.
The lyrics, and then the song, of what I consider to be -the- australian song. I love it, I honestly think it should be our national anthem, rather than what is, look it up if you want to, it has something like five stanza's and each one is as boring as the one before, if not more so. I'm as patriotic as they come, but seriously, our anthem sucks. 'Advance Australia Fair' ugh, waaay too british. No offence to any Brits that read my blog, I don't recall if there are any though...
Anyways, I've been meaning to make this post for a long time now, ever since my graduation night actually (17th October) as it was one of the songs sung there, everytime I hear it, I get a tingle in my skin and I sigh. I think, -yes- this is Australia, not whatever image the rest of the world has of us. We're not convicts, we're not tail-end extentions of the British Empire, and no matter how much our (old) PM was kissing Bush's arse, we're not bloody yanks! We are AUSTRALIAN and the rest of the world can go get stood on, we're here, and we're here to stay.
I mean, yeah, sure, we can take a joke as well as anyone, as far as I'm concerned, its fair game if I complain about something about Australia, it's my right as I live here, it's my country. Sure, we've got a population density that is virtually non-existent, sure we've got only 20 million people or so living here, London Town alone has more than that, but we're mostly desert, so if any more people come here we're gonna start dying of DEHYDRATION. No offence Xin, I love you dearly, but sometimes the Asian idea that we've got all this useless space and we're just being mean by preventing immigrants -really- annoys me. Seriously, I want to get some of those boat people and dump them in the unpopulated middle of Australia to show them why the bloody hell we can't fit any more in! Deserts aren't really prime living areas y'know.
Back on track, you Americans'll know what I mean really when I talk about patriotism, its something that's kinda lacking, in the majority, here. A friend of mine decided to be funny one night, he was american, and started crapping on about my country, saying that we didn't have proper 'music' but listened to digeredoo's and stuff like that. Sure, the first five minutes I could laugh along with him and all, but after an hour I was starting to get -seriously- annoyed. So much so that I ended up saying 'if you say one more thing to degrade my country, you are going to be limping home, -if- I decide to let you walk. I don't crap on your country, you don't crap on mine. You feel me?' And considering that I can pull out this awesome glare and intimidation trick (he was about half a foot taller than me) he backed off rather swiftly. After I'd calmed down I explained it in short, simple sentences that he'd understand. You mock my country and I feel about the same amount of rage that America felt when the Twin Towers went down.
He apologised and we moved on. Let that be a warning to you, -all- of you, do NOT degrade Australia, don't insult it, don't call it a pile of shit, a prison, anything like that because you're liable to get a few broken teeth, if you're lucky. Now, I'm not a violent person, I'm not actively agressive, but push the right buttons...
So yeah. I love Australia, complete with the poxy weather, the deserts, the scrub, the lack of people, the isolation, the friendly nature, and I am proud to stand up tall, strut and say I am AUSTRALIAN and the rest of you just -wish- you were.
I am the ancient heart – the keeper of the flame,
I stood upon the rocky shore, I watched the tall ships come,
For forty thousand years I'd been the first Australian.
We are one but we are many
And from all the lands on earth we come,
we share a dream,
And sing with one voice,
I am, you are, we are Australian.
I came upon the prison ship bound down by iron chains
I cleared the land, endured the lash and waited for the rains.
I'm a settler, I'm a farmer's wife on a dry and barren run
A convict then a free man, I became Australian.
I'm the daughter of a digger who sought the mother lode
The girl became a woman on the long and dusty road
I'm a child of the depression, I saw the good times come
I'm a bushy, I'm a battler, I am Australian.
We are one but we are many
And from all the lands on earth we come,
we share a dream,
And sing with one voice,
I am, you are, we are Australian.
I'm a teller of stories, I'm a singer of songs
I am Albert Namatjira, and I paint the ghostly gums
I am Clancy on his horse, I'm Ned Kelly on the run
I'm the one who waltzed Matilda, I am Australian.
I'm the hot wind from the desert, I'm the black soil of the plains
I'm the mountains and the valleys, I'm the drought and flooding rains
I am the rock, I am the sky, the rivers when they run
The spirit of this great land, I am Australian.
We are one but we are many
And from all the lands on earth we come,
we share a dream,
And sing with one voice,
I am, you are, we are Australian.
The lyrics, and then the song, of what I consider to be -the- australian song. I love it, I honestly think it should be our national anthem, rather than what is, look it up if you want to, it has something like five stanza's and each one is as boring as the one before, if not more so. I'm as patriotic as they come, but seriously, our anthem sucks. 'Advance Australia Fair' ugh, waaay too british. No offence to any Brits that read my blog, I don't recall if there are any though...
Anyways, I've been meaning to make this post for a long time now, ever since my graduation night actually (17th October) as it was one of the songs sung there, everytime I hear it, I get a tingle in my skin and I sigh. I think, -yes- this is Australia, not whatever image the rest of the world has of us. We're not convicts, we're not tail-end extentions of the British Empire, and no matter how much our (old) PM was kissing Bush's arse, we're not bloody yanks! We are AUSTRALIAN and the rest of the world can go get stood on, we're here, and we're here to stay.
I mean, yeah, sure, we can take a joke as well as anyone, as far as I'm concerned, its fair game if I complain about something about Australia, it's my right as I live here, it's my country. Sure, we've got a population density that is virtually non-existent, sure we've got only 20 million people or so living here, London Town alone has more than that, but we're mostly desert, so if any more people come here we're gonna start dying of DEHYDRATION. No offence Xin, I love you dearly, but sometimes the Asian idea that we've got all this useless space and we're just being mean by preventing immigrants -really- annoys me. Seriously, I want to get some of those boat people and dump them in the unpopulated middle of Australia to show them why the bloody hell we can't fit any more in! Deserts aren't really prime living areas y'know.
Back on track, you Americans'll know what I mean really when I talk about patriotism, its something that's kinda lacking, in the majority, here. A friend of mine decided to be funny one night, he was american, and started crapping on about my country, saying that we didn't have proper 'music' but listened to digeredoo's and stuff like that. Sure, the first five minutes I could laugh along with him and all, but after an hour I was starting to get -seriously- annoyed. So much so that I ended up saying 'if you say one more thing to degrade my country, you are going to be limping home, -if- I decide to let you walk. I don't crap on your country, you don't crap on mine. You feel me?' And considering that I can pull out this awesome glare and intimidation trick (he was about half a foot taller than me) he backed off rather swiftly. After I'd calmed down I explained it in short, simple sentences that he'd understand. You mock my country and I feel about the same amount of rage that America felt when the Twin Towers went down.
He apologised and we moved on. Let that be a warning to you, -all- of you, do NOT degrade Australia, don't insult it, don't call it a pile of shit, a prison, anything like that because you're liable to get a few broken teeth, if you're lucky. Now, I'm not a violent person, I'm not actively agressive, but push the right buttons...
So yeah. I love Australia, complete with the poxy weather, the deserts, the scrub, the lack of people, the isolation, the friendly nature, and I am proud to stand up tall, strut and say I am AUSTRALIAN and the rest of you just -wish- you were.
Monday, 24 December 2007
We are
Sometimes, there are moments in your life when you have to just sit down, take a breather, relax, and literally smell the roses. Go outside, right now, sit down in the shade of some tree and smell the life around you, smell the grass, the tree you sit below, or, if you live in a city, sit in your garden, out in your back yard, gaze up at the sky and watch the clouds drift by. Are they white, fluffy things, like cottonballs stuck up on a blue poster? Or are they streaks like combed wool? Is there a storm brewing, grey ominous things grumbling across the sky, or are there no clouds at all? Is the sky a warm blue, or a cold one? Does the grass smell fresh, or sour? Can you hear the run of traffic or of birds in the distance? Inhale slowly, can you smell the sea, or the dust of the country, or even the dampness of fertile earth?
Did you do that? Are you calmer now? Did the eternal cycle, the patience, of nature fill you? No? Take your time, our lives are full of stresses, full of struggle, so much so that we have to count every single minute as it slips away from us, as though that moment in time was too precious to let pass unremarked upon. Have you ever stood at the window and let the hours pass you by as you do nothing more than merely watch the world turn, the wind rustle the leaves and shadows make their stately march along the ground? No?
I think, that humans make to much of their life, everyone wants to leave their mark on the world, have they ever considered that with so many marks left, soon there’ll be no world left to mark? Immortality, be it by the written word, memory, or the afterlife according to the various religions, might not be such a great aim to shoot for. What assurance is there, that there is life after death? Why is there the assurance that you, or I, will go to Heaven, Hell, or even be reincarnated, but there is not that same universal assurance that my cat has something to look forward to, that this is all the life they get?
Why is it that the Buddhists revere life so much that they refuse to take the life of even a bug, and eat naught but plants, berries and seeds…when the wolf, the fox, the tiger, take the meat they need? Should not they revere life in –all- it’s forms? Are the predators considered evil then, for eating the flesh of another creature, how can they be when it is but their nature? And humans, are omnivores, they eat both plants –and- meat, so by refusing to eat meat, which would go against the reverence all life has, they are denying part of themselves, aren’t they? And, even the eating of plants, requires them to die, for their potential to regrow be snuffed out forever, such is the consequences of life, such is what occurs no matter how much respect you pile upon the apple you are eating….that is six or more potential trees you are destroying, because you have to eat.
Why must everything be measured, weighed, assessed as good or bad, why cannot it simply be? What is done, made, is of nothing more than matter. Alcohol, drugs, gold; these are but things, drugs are ‘bad’, alcohol is ‘evil’, gold is the root of all greed…but they are mere things, neither good nor bad, they just are.
Just as people are neither good, nor bad, they just are. Sure, some are more disliked than others, but that doesn’t change that they are. Everyone just is, everyone is the same, it’s the choices we make that differ us, but even then, it is all we are. Not good, not bad, just there.
Did you do that? Are you calmer now? Did the eternal cycle, the patience, of nature fill you? No? Take your time, our lives are full of stresses, full of struggle, so much so that we have to count every single minute as it slips away from us, as though that moment in time was too precious to let pass unremarked upon. Have you ever stood at the window and let the hours pass you by as you do nothing more than merely watch the world turn, the wind rustle the leaves and shadows make their stately march along the ground? No?
I think, that humans make to much of their life, everyone wants to leave their mark on the world, have they ever considered that with so many marks left, soon there’ll be no world left to mark? Immortality, be it by the written word, memory, or the afterlife according to the various religions, might not be such a great aim to shoot for. What assurance is there, that there is life after death? Why is there the assurance that you, or I, will go to Heaven, Hell, or even be reincarnated, but there is not that same universal assurance that my cat has something to look forward to, that this is all the life they get?
Why is it that the Buddhists revere life so much that they refuse to take the life of even a bug, and eat naught but plants, berries and seeds…when the wolf, the fox, the tiger, take the meat they need? Should not they revere life in –all- it’s forms? Are the predators considered evil then, for eating the flesh of another creature, how can they be when it is but their nature? And humans, are omnivores, they eat both plants –and- meat, so by refusing to eat meat, which would go against the reverence all life has, they are denying part of themselves, aren’t they? And, even the eating of plants, requires them to die, for their potential to regrow be snuffed out forever, such is the consequences of life, such is what occurs no matter how much respect you pile upon the apple you are eating….that is six or more potential trees you are destroying, because you have to eat.
Why must everything be measured, weighed, assessed as good or bad, why cannot it simply be? What is done, made, is of nothing more than matter. Alcohol, drugs, gold; these are but things, drugs are ‘bad’, alcohol is ‘evil’, gold is the root of all greed…but they are mere things, neither good nor bad, they just are.
Just as people are neither good, nor bad, they just are. Sure, some are more disliked than others, but that doesn’t change that they are. Everyone just is, everyone is the same, it’s the choices we make that differ us, but even then, it is all we are. Not good, not bad, just there.
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