And it's delightful and boring at the same time. There's this ...thrill... as you walk around, knowing that there is literally nothing you can't do. You're a legal adult, you can go to pubs, nightclubs, adult stores, vote, drive, gamble ...the world is open to you! You can go conquer the world and no one can tell you not to!
Yet....yet at the same time you feel exactly the same. I'm exactly the same as I was two days ago, yet I can do so much -more-. Like drink legally.
Speaking of drinking, it was hell funny on my birthday (yesterday, April 5th). My mothers boyfriend, Shane, tried to get me drunk. He wanted to get me seriously maggoted, plastered, well marinated so that I was, quote, 'wurring my slurds' or, slurring my words. Well....that was the plan.
Such a pity that Shane fell asleep on the couch after four glasses non? Mind you, there was a shot between each glass, Baileys and milk mmm. I got mildly tipsy, but that's about it.
What'd I get? A 9carat gold bangle from my mum, a 24carat or something, necklace and pendant(a heart with a butterfly, the body of the butterfly one side of the heart) from my boyfriend, and a platinum (white gold) necklace from my dad, that has more diamonds in it than metal! It is -very- nice. Very flash. I love it! all my lovely shinies.
And NO, I didn't get a hang over. I drank lots of water, well, not lots, but some, and that combated the dehydration. I'm tiptop and raring to go, so much so that I'd been up for 15 minutes and had started on some homework I had to do. Law homework none the less, so not exactly easy.
Which brings me to now, or rather, later today. I discovered (was pointed to) a poor girl that would be the poster child for reasons to have an abortion...
http://i.somethingawful.com//sasbi/2006/08/elpintogrande/
04-julianabirth.jpg
(copy and paste, the link is fragmented)
It is real. Very real. Poor Juliana.
This is an extreme example of Treacher's Collins Syndrome. It's similar to having a cleft palate but instead of missing just the roof of your mouth, you're missing your entire mouth. And in the case of Juliana, jaw, orbit bones (thats what the eye sits in) and basically everything that's below the cranium.
You always get advocates as to why you -shouldn't- abort a child well...No offence to my religious friends, but consider what happens when you -don't-. Juliana, as sad as this sounds, should have been aborted. She's had to have surgery to breathe properly, and think of the stigmatism, the ostracizing, the hate, the bullying, the general mean nature of children, -and- adults that she'll get through out her life because of something she cannot change? The flinch and aversion of eyes that -everyone- will give her on first meeting? She has a completely cognitive, coherent mind, no brain damage, and there in lies the true tragedy. She will know, exactly, that she is different, she is less, she is considered to be 'deformed'. And there's not alot surgery can do to help her. there's nothing for bone to be grafted onto, nothing for plastic and metal to be supported from.
She'll have to spend her entire life like this, living as a 'freak of nature', because of lobbyists voting for the right to life. Ever considered that creatures that wouldn't live without our technological advances, shouldn't? I'm not going against abortion mind you, if the mother was a victim of a rape and a child is the result, abortion is fine. If its just cost, adoption. Likewise for the 'oops', adopt the child out if you don't want it.
Euthanasia. People that are too sick to live, have fatal illnesses and that the only way for them to exist longer is in a vegetative state with machines breathing for them, pumping and filtering their blood, feeding them, stretched out through pain an endless cycle of pain, should be allowed to die. The extremely old and infirm, where the body has given up but science wont concede the fight, people who are in a coma for years and years and years with 0% chance of waking up should have the plug pulled on them. You can't kill something that is nothing more than a body lying there performing bodily functions like breathing. It's not possible.
How is it humane to keep another in a state of agony, of perpetual existance where all they can do is listen to the beeping of machines and watch the shadows move over the ceiling?
Sunday, 6 April 2008
Saturday, 29 March 2008
My themesong.
Bad Boy by Cascada.
Remember the feelings, remember the day
My stone heart was breaking
My love ran away
This moment I knew I would be someone else
My love turned around and I fell
Be my bad boy, be my man
Be my week-end lover
But don't be my friend
You can be my bad boy
But understand
That I don't need you in my life again
Won't you be my bad boy, be my man
Be my week-end lover
But don't be my friend
You can be my bad boy
But understand
That I don't need you again
[Bad Boy lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]
No I don't need you again
Bad boy!
You once made this promise
To stay by my side
But after some time you just pushed me aside
You never thought that a girl could be strong
Now I'll show you how to go on
Be my bad boy, be my man
Be my week-end lover
But don't be my friend
You can be my bad boy
But understand
That I don't need you in my life again
Won't you be my bad boy, be my man
Be my week-end lover
But don't be my friend
You can be my bad boy
But understand
That I don't need you again
No I don't need you again
And the song with lyrics. Yay for youtube ^_^
I just, personally, think that this song is absolutely me. It's wonderful. I adore it. <3 src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/images/l/569864765.jpg" height="1" width="1">
Remember the feelings, remember the day
My stone heart was breaking
My love ran away
This moment I knew I would be someone else
My love turned around and I fell
Be my bad boy, be my man
Be my week-end lover
But don't be my friend
You can be my bad boy
But understand
That I don't need you in my life again
Won't you be my bad boy, be my man
Be my week-end lover
But don't be my friend
You can be my bad boy
But understand
That I don't need you again
[Bad Boy lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]
No I don't need you again
Bad boy!
You once made this promise
To stay by my side
But after some time you just pushed me aside
You never thought that a girl could be strong
Now I'll show you how to go on
Be my bad boy, be my man
Be my week-end lover
But don't be my friend
You can be my bad boy
But understand
That I don't need you in my life again
Won't you be my bad boy, be my man
Be my week-end lover
But don't be my friend
You can be my bad boy
But understand
That I don't need you again
No I don't need you again
And the song with lyrics. Yay for youtube ^_^
I just, personally, think that this song is absolutely me. It's wonderful. I adore it. <3 src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/images/l/569864765.jpg" height="1" width="1">
Wednesday, 26 March 2008
Two things...
One, mucho importante! It's my birthday in a week and three days from today. That's April 5th if you're being lazy. I'm soooooo excited. I'll be 18!!!!!!!
Two, I'm hyper. Okay that makes three points...bear with me, I'll get to the third! Getting up at 6.30am isn't fun. I hate mornings. They were only invented to stop night and afternoon from bumping into each other (note, it goes afternoon, EVENING, night) so, at 2.45pm I had a mocha. On the theory that when I get home from work tonight, I'll actually be able to sleep!!
Lets see how well that works out. I'm actually tired, again, now, but with that buzzing that tells me I won't be able to sleep. Y'know when your sleep isn't actually -sleep-, where you spend periods of deeper unconsiousness interspaced with listening to the wind and the creaking of the house? Asleep but aware? That's what the majority of my 'sleep' last night was like. Hence why I had caffeine.
Aaand the second (now third) thing. A poem!
(don't blame me if its dodgy, it's the caffeine)
Picture on the Wall.
Picture on the wall
you tore my love away,
made him sail away
sail to the distant shore
and forget all about me.
Places of mystery,
land where there's gold,
rubies, dragons and fortune,
and he forgot about me.
Forgot me,
for you,
you picture on the wall.
Pictures of far away places,
places of mythology.
Where dragons, unicorns,
monsters dare to roam.
For far away places
my love sailed away,
was torn away,
by you,
you picture on the wall.
Paintings of promises,
promises of lies,
lies of beauty,
illusions to reach for.
With promised illusions,
beautiful lies,
my love sailed away.
Went away,
left and forgot me,
forgot the world he knew.
For you,
you picture on the wall.
The king promised a fortune,
I got a penny; now a pauper,
waiting for my love to return.
Return from far away lands,
in a painting on the wall,
from you,
you picture on the wall.
Two, I'm hyper. Okay that makes three points...bear with me, I'll get to the third! Getting up at 6.30am isn't fun. I hate mornings. They were only invented to stop night and afternoon from bumping into each other (note, it goes afternoon, EVENING, night) so, at 2.45pm I had a mocha. On the theory that when I get home from work tonight, I'll actually be able to sleep!!
Lets see how well that works out. I'm actually tired, again, now, but with that buzzing that tells me I won't be able to sleep. Y'know when your sleep isn't actually -sleep-, where you spend periods of deeper unconsiousness interspaced with listening to the wind and the creaking of the house? Asleep but aware? That's what the majority of my 'sleep' last night was like. Hence why I had caffeine.
Aaand the second (now third) thing. A poem!
(don't blame me if its dodgy, it's the caffeine)
Picture on the Wall.
Picture on the wall
you tore my love away,
made him sail away
sail to the distant shore
and forget all about me.
Places of mystery,
land where there's gold,
rubies, dragons and fortune,
and he forgot about me.
Forgot me,
for you,
you picture on the wall.
Pictures of far away places,
places of mythology.
Where dragons, unicorns,
monsters dare to roam.
For far away places
my love sailed away,
was torn away,
by you,
you picture on the wall.
Paintings of promises,
promises of lies,
lies of beauty,
illusions to reach for.
With promised illusions,
beautiful lies,
my love sailed away.
Went away,
left and forgot me,
forgot the world he knew.
For you,
you picture on the wall.
The king promised a fortune,
I got a penny; now a pauper,
waiting for my love to return.
Return from far away lands,
in a painting on the wall,
from you,
you picture on the wall.
Thursday, 13 March 2008
The Grassy Hill
‘See that hill, the one hidden away, out of sight?
If you sit and wait, quiet-like, watching till night,
you might see something few have seen before,
a rare vision gleaned straight from old folk-lore.
A something hidden, something secret,
something I doubt you will ever forget.
‘Hush now, the sun has finally gone,
do you hear it, that faint wafting song?
Sit sit, do not move, else you might not see
this mystery, this beauty I know you want to be.
Look there! Do you see it, see the slight change?
Patience now, if you want to see it, you will manage.
‘Do you see them as they peer out,
searching for watchers they’re sure to be about?
The little creatures that shy from Man,
yet are found all throughout the land.
They search the grass around their little door,
though they freeze at what they think they saw.
‘Hush, hush. Ah! Here she comes from below
the minuscule little lady that runs this show.
The regally glowing Queen of the creatures hidden
beneath the surface of mortal woes to gladden
the heavy heart with joyful dreams
where nothing is what it seems.
‘She throws gleefully coloured balls
deep within her soil crafted halls,
where all the creatures come to dance
and hope to make a memorable entrance
before their delicate crystal Queen,
Ruler of the Realm of the Mortal Dream.
‘There, you see her now, her crystal form
glinting in the moonlight as though torn
from the mysteries of a half remembered dream,
a delicate nightmare that makes you want to scream?
Do you see her, the delicate crystal beauty of her,
and in seeing the ethereal beauty of her, do you fear her?
‘Now, now, don’t look at me like that
you know this is not fantasy, but fact.
Can you not feel the urge, feel the need
to turn and run with a blood-curdling scream?
Her fragile form holds an ice-cold heart,
you would know this, if you were smart.
‘See her subjects, as bright as bright can be
dancing joyous in coloured gaiety,
they twirl, spin and dance,
their performance’s sole purpose is to entrance
the unseen watcher beneath the full-moon
knowing that helpless, they will come out of hiding soon.
‘There, the magic is set, the trap is ready,
will you resist, though the urge to move is heady?
You want to join them, surely there is no harm,
not a movement, not a twitch that might cause alarm?
The twirling dance goes on and on
moving to the distant wafting song.
‘Your finger twitches, tapping in time with the soft beat
and before long, it is joined by both your feet.
Go on then, go and join them. Stand.
For after all, you are only a mortal Man.
So stand and go, yes you will,
and dance with them, into the grassy hill.’
Some faint sense twines through the spell
as the hill closed behind him, tolling a death-knell.
He turns and tries to run and flee
but the song snatches him up with glee
and gently sweeps clean his mind;
till there is not a thought to find.
‘Welcome to my Realm, the world beneath the surface,
a world filled with lies and endless grace.
You shall know, no more, no hate nor joy.
Well mortal, did you like my crystal decoy?
There, there, mortal, no need to cry
though you will never again see the sky.
‘Little mortal, you came to me willingly,
though I lured you with words, you see
there is none to blame but yourself,
but you will not grow old and placed on a shelf,
this age is yours to forever enjoy
while you spend eternity as my mortal toy.’
And in so hearing the mortal cried,
wept for the death longed for and denied.
Their fate sealed as they danced under the hill,
not knowing the Queen moved in for the kill.
Now they spend eternity at the feet of the Ice-Queen
soundlessly screaming, in this nightmare of a Dream.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I don't recall if I've posted this previously, but I think I have. It is a nice poem none the less, I think in any case, so I'll post it twice, just to bask in my own brilliance. Yes, arrogant of me I know, but I'm allowed to be arrogant, at least a little I think. If not, sue me.
I had a relevation today, by the way, a startling one indeed. My sense of time is -extremely- screwy. Like, the passage of it doesn't matter a whole heap to me. Something obvious, for instance: the Twin Towers. 9/11 2001. I'm like...that wasn't that long ago, was it? It was only two or three years ago, right? I'm -sure- I was older than 11 when it happened...
And a friend of mine, who got married and is now onto kid number two. I was like wait...hold up, wasn't she only just pregnant and talking about baby stuff? WEREN'T YOU ONLY JUST MARRIED!? it hasn't been 9 months yet, has it? And he's like heh, yeah. Kid two has just come.
O.o
I lament my sense of time. It is very bad. Why? Why do I have issues with time when I am a very organised person?! Whyyyy?
Saturday, 8 March 2008
Sweeney Todd
'There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
and the vermin of the world inhabit it
and it's morals aren't worth what a pig could spit
And it goes by the name of London.
At the top of the hole sit the previlaged few
Making mock of the vermin in the lonely zoo
turning beauty to filth and greed...
I too have sailed the world and seen its wonders,
for the cruelty of men is as wonderous as Peru
but there's no place like London!'
' Mrs. Lovett
A customer!
Wait! What's your rush?
What's your hurry?
You gave me such a...
fright! I thought you was a ghost!
Half a minute, can't ya sit?
Sit ya down!
Sit!
All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks.
Did ya come here for a pie, sir?
Do forgive me if my head's a little vague.
Ugh!
What is that?
But you'd think we had the plague.
From the way that people
keep avoiding!
No you don't!
Heaven knows I try, sir!
But there's no one comes in even to inhale!
Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale?
Mind you I can hardly blame them!
These are probably the worst pies in London.
I know why nobody cares to take them!
I should know!
I make them!
But good? No...
The worst pies in London...
Even that's polite! The worst pies in London!
If you doubt it take a bite!
Sweeney Todd (spoken)
Ugh!
Mrs. Lovett (sung)
Is that just, disgusting?
You have to concede it!
It's nothing but crusting!
Here drink this, you'll need it.
The worst pies in London
And no wonder with the price of meat
what it is
when you get it.
Never thought I'd live to see the day.
Men'd think it was a treat
findin' poor
animals
what are dyin' in the street.
Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop.
Does a business, but I notice something weird.
Lately, all her neighbors cats have disappeared.
Have to hand it to her!
What I calls,
enterprise!
Poppin' pussies into pies!
Wouldn't do in my shop!
Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick!
And I'm telling you them pussycats is quick.
No denying times is hard, sir!
Even harder than the worst pies in London.
Only lard and nothing more-
Is that just revolting?
All greasy and gritty?
It looks like it's molting!
And tastes like...we'll pity.
A woman alone...with limited wind
And the worst pies in London!
Ah sir, times is hard,
times is hard...'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~``
I was going back through my posts, adding tags and whatnot, when I noticed this one and was all...omg...I never posted it! Just a draft! Tsk tsk, bad me!
~ShaedowDancer~
and the vermin of the world inhabit it
and it's morals aren't worth what a pig could spit
And it goes by the name of London.
At the top of the hole sit the previlaged few
Making mock of the vermin in the lonely zoo
turning beauty to filth and greed...
I too have sailed the world and seen its wonders,
for the cruelty of men is as wonderous as Peru
but there's no place like London!'
' Mrs. Lovett
A customer!
Wait! What's your rush?
What's your hurry?
You gave me such a...
fright! I thought you was a ghost!
Half a minute, can't ya sit?
Sit ya down!
Sit!
All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks.
Did ya come here for a pie, sir?
Do forgive me if my head's a little vague.
Ugh!
What is that?
But you'd think we had the plague.
From the way that people
keep avoiding!
No you don't!
Heaven knows I try, sir!
But there's no one comes in even to inhale!
Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale?
Mind you I can hardly blame them!
These are probably the worst pies in London.
I know why nobody cares to take them!
I should know!
I make them!
But good? No...
The worst pies in London...
Even that's polite! The worst pies in London!
If you doubt it take a bite!
Sweeney Todd (spoken)
Ugh!
Mrs. Lovett (sung)
Is that just, disgusting?
You have to concede it!
It's nothing but crusting!
Here drink this, you'll need it.
The worst pies in London
And no wonder with the price of meat
what it is
when you get it.
Never thought I'd live to see the day.
Men'd think it was a treat
findin' poor
animals
what are dyin' in the street.
Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop.
Does a business, but I notice something weird.
Lately, all her neighbors cats have disappeared.
Have to hand it to her!
What I calls,
enterprise!
Poppin' pussies into pies!
Wouldn't do in my shop!
Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick!
And I'm telling you them pussycats is quick.
No denying times is hard, sir!
Even harder than the worst pies in London.
Only lard and nothing more-
Is that just revolting?
All greasy and gritty?
It looks like it's molting!
And tastes like...we'll pity.
A woman alone...with limited wind
And the worst pies in London!
Ah sir, times is hard,
times is hard...'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~``
I was going back through my posts, adding tags and whatnot, when I noticed this one and was all...omg...I never posted it! Just a draft! Tsk tsk, bad me!
~ShaedowDancer~
Tuesday, 26 February 2008
What's the colour of a two cent coin?
(sung to the theme of 'camptown racetrack')
Coppa....coppa...
Clad in blue and in pairs they roam; Oh the two cent coin!
It's funny y'know, the amount of two cent coins that wander around train stations as the sun is going down/after it has set. You'd think they'd be around more during peak, when y'know, people can steal handbags and the like easier. But no, places where you're lucky to see TWO, you see eight at 9.30pm where there is like NO ONE AROUND.
But hey, it's all good.
Oh! Uni. I am having a BLAST. It is so much fun ^_^ Fair enough we haven't done anything much yet, and I've seen the course doohickies...outlines, for two subjects, essay in week four, report in week six, another essay in week eight, and week ten, and a report in week....sometime after that XD
Um...Oh! I got a couple of books for my courses, and four ringbound -- you know the sort with a wire forming the 'rings' and working its way down the spine of the book? -- notebooks and three pens. Damage? $145 all told. Only $25 was for the notebooks and the pens. -_- this is for ONE subject mind, and not even all of the books for one of them! ...well, two and a half subjects then.
Tomorrow is a horrible, horrible day. My first class starts at 9.30am. Do you know what that means? That means that I have to get up at 6 IN THE FREAKING MORNING to get there on time! Considering that I have been late for the start of all my classes so far....this is not looking good people.
And I've so far found Uni to be way EASIER than highschool, even my final two years when there's all this stress and stuff to perform. Sure, sometimes the times suck royally, but I'm only there for an average of....what, 3 hours a day? Four hours travel time for three hours of lecture...bleh...but seriously. You get BREAKS in the middle of the lecture! And they rarely (so far) haven't completely filled up all the time, we get to leave 15, 10, minutes before time, have a drink, a quick snack, and then onto the next part or go home! It's absolutely WONDERFUL. I <3 university ^_^ (college, for you yanks)
Coppa....coppa...
Clad in blue and in pairs they roam; Oh the two cent coin!
It's funny y'know, the amount of two cent coins that wander around train stations as the sun is going down/after it has set. You'd think they'd be around more during peak, when y'know, people can steal handbags and the like easier. But no, places where you're lucky to see TWO, you see eight at 9.30pm where there is like NO ONE AROUND.
But hey, it's all good.
Oh! Uni. I am having a BLAST. It is so much fun ^_^ Fair enough we haven't done anything much yet, and I've seen the course doohickies...outlines, for two subjects, essay in week four, report in week six, another essay in week eight, and week ten, and a report in week....sometime after that XD
Um...Oh! I got a couple of books for my courses, and four ringbound -- you know the sort with a wire forming the 'rings' and working its way down the spine of the book? -- notebooks and three pens. Damage? $145 all told. Only $25 was for the notebooks and the pens. -_- this is for ONE subject mind, and not even all of the books for one of them! ...well, two and a half subjects then.
Tomorrow is a horrible, horrible day. My first class starts at 9.30am. Do you know what that means? That means that I have to get up at 6 IN THE FREAKING MORNING to get there on time! Considering that I have been late for the start of all my classes so far....this is not looking good people.
And I've so far found Uni to be way EASIER than highschool, even my final two years when there's all this stress and stuff to perform. Sure, sometimes the times suck royally, but I'm only there for an average of....what, 3 hours a day? Four hours travel time for three hours of lecture...bleh...but seriously. You get BREAKS in the middle of the lecture! And they rarely (so far) haven't completely filled up all the time, we get to leave 15, 10, minutes before time, have a drink, a quick snack, and then onto the next part or go home! It's absolutely WONDERFUL. I <3 university ^_^ (college, for you yanks)
Sunday, 24 February 2008
Moonshine...
It's a late night,
late in the moonshine,
too late for sunshine
I fear.
It's a dark time,
dark in the starlight,
dark in the moonlight,
too dark to see.
Silent shine,
shimmer and glow,
cover the now
in moonshine.
It's a dark night,
a lack of moonlight,
a hint of starlight,
hiding below.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lets all cheer for a super-short poem from Yours Truely. It is...1.05am and I really should be sleeping, instead I am typing up a post on my blog, my mind is spinning with half formed thoughts of what to say -- maybe I shouldn't have had an iced coffee before working tonight -- and it takes real effort to -- did you know that I like flying? there's something effortless about gliding through the air, no friction, no resistance like you get from the hard ground -- keep what I'm saying coherent. Or even mostly.
At work tonight -- because over the last three days I've had a grand total of seven hours sleep -- well, more before work, I had an iced coffee. I'm starting to think that maybe I shouldn't have -- it was to keep me active at work, and now, with nothing to burn off the excess -- think three year old on a sugar high drinking red cordial -- I'm a little bit whacked out. As you can no doubt tell from the way my sentences jump from topic to topic and back again.
Oh, work. Right. -On- track this time >_> --that reminds me of a joke, two blondes are walking down a path when they come across some tracks. One pipes up 'Oh! it must be kangaroo tracks' the other argues 'no, it's emu tracks'...back and forth, back and forth they argue, hours, 'emu tracks' 'kangaroo tracks!' until, while they were arguing, they got hit by a train -- sad fact of blondes really, that I can see that happening. Where was I? Work!
There was me, the manager, and one kitchen hand.... out of about nine people working, that were -not- trainees. Fun fun. I was on drive pack, and the person that was 'helping' me was a kitchenhand getting crosstrained and OH MY GOD was everything slow! It was absolutely horrid! I couldn't concentrate, couldn't focus, and took FOREVER to get rid of cars -- mind you the timer was broken so I don't know how long it actually took -- but seriously! -- did you know that when you're watching the clock, your perception of time changes and a minute -feels- as though it has lasted longer than it really has? -- like watching a pot boil. You know the adage, a watched pot never boils? It actually does, it takes exactly the same amount of time, it just -seems- like forever -- I did it again didn't I? Went off on a completely irrelevant tangent? -- A tangent is a 45 degree angle from the intended path -- oh! oh oh oh!
A friend of mine, who is absolutely brilliant, I think, in the way the genuine intellectuals are -- no common sense what so ever -- managed to fail his English Lit exam. I'm like O_O how the devil did you do that? I was generally lucky to scrape through on 55% all year, and he was up in the 80's+ range. And he -failed-. Got 40% or something like that. How's that for screwy? I mean seriously, GO FIGURE.
In other news, Uni starts on moooonday and my ever so wonderful mother dearest THREW OUT my timetable. Lucky for her, I wroted it down! ...Just not, y'know, -where- my classes are, just the times. Ah well, I'll print out another timetable and staple it someplace so she -can't- throw it out (I'd magneted it to the fridge as IMPORTANT INFORMATION and she threw it out!!!! garrar! alskdfagnawoeiWELFFKASDGNWELASDKFNAGOWESD!!!! Pronounce that ha!
Al-sked-fagna-wo-eee-well-fehkasd-deg-n-welas-duhkfna-go-wes'd.
hehe, that was fun.
I Think I'll stop now, before I degenerate from random to disturbed.
late in the moonshine,
too late for sunshine
I fear.
It's a dark time,
dark in the starlight,
dark in the moonlight,
too dark to see.
Silent shine,
shimmer and glow,
cover the now
in moonshine.
It's a dark night,
a lack of moonlight,
a hint of starlight,
hiding below.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lets all cheer for a super-short poem from Yours Truely. It is...1.05am and I really should be sleeping, instead I am typing up a post on my blog, my mind is spinning with half formed thoughts of what to say -- maybe I shouldn't have had an iced coffee before working tonight -- and it takes real effort to -- did you know that I like flying? there's something effortless about gliding through the air, no friction, no resistance like you get from the hard ground -- keep what I'm saying coherent. Or even mostly.
At work tonight -- because over the last three days I've had a grand total of seven hours sleep -- well, more before work, I had an iced coffee. I'm starting to think that maybe I shouldn't have -- it was to keep me active at work, and now, with nothing to burn off the excess -- think three year old on a sugar high drinking red cordial -- I'm a little bit whacked out. As you can no doubt tell from the way my sentences jump from topic to topic and back again.
Oh, work. Right. -On- track this time >_> --that reminds me of a joke, two blondes are walking down a path when they come across some tracks. One pipes up 'Oh! it must be kangaroo tracks' the other argues 'no, it's emu tracks'...back and forth, back and forth they argue, hours, 'emu tracks' 'kangaroo tracks!' until, while they were arguing, they got hit by a train -- sad fact of blondes really, that I can see that happening. Where was I? Work!
There was me, the manager, and one kitchen hand.... out of about nine people working, that were -not- trainees. Fun fun. I was on drive pack, and the person that was 'helping' me was a kitchenhand getting crosstrained and OH MY GOD was everything slow! It was absolutely horrid! I couldn't concentrate, couldn't focus, and took FOREVER to get rid of cars -- mind you the timer was broken so I don't know how long it actually took -- but seriously! -- did you know that when you're watching the clock, your perception of time changes and a minute -feels- as though it has lasted longer than it really has? -- like watching a pot boil. You know the adage, a watched pot never boils? It actually does, it takes exactly the same amount of time, it just -seems- like forever -- I did it again didn't I? Went off on a completely irrelevant tangent? -- A tangent is a 45 degree angle from the intended path -- oh! oh oh oh!
A friend of mine, who is absolutely brilliant, I think, in the way the genuine intellectuals are -- no common sense what so ever -- managed to fail his English Lit exam. I'm like O_O how the devil did you do that? I was generally lucky to scrape through on 55% all year, and he was up in the 80's+ range. And he -failed-. Got 40% or something like that. How's that for screwy? I mean seriously, GO FIGURE.
In other news, Uni starts on moooonday and my ever so wonderful mother dearest THREW OUT my timetable. Lucky for her, I wroted it down! ...Just not, y'know, -where- my classes are, just the times. Ah well, I'll print out another timetable and staple it someplace so she -can't- throw it out (I'd magneted it to the fridge as IMPORTANT INFORMATION and she threw it out!!!! garrar! alskdfagnawoeiWELFFKASDGNWELASDKFNAGOWESD!!!! Pronounce that ha!
Al-sked-fagna-wo-eee-well-fehkasd-deg-n-welas-duhkfna-go-wes'd.
hehe, that was fun.
I Think I'll stop now, before I degenerate from random to disturbed.
Monday, 18 February 2008
First day on campus.
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.
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.
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.
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