I Went Out With A Hippy And Now I Love Everyone
- Frenzal Rhomb

You taught me to re-align my chakra,
Speak to my inner consciousness.
You made me listen to John Butler
And other rubbish that bored me to sh*t
You wanted to move up the North Coast
Where everthing is so much better
Where you can play Djembes on the beach

I used to get mad
I used to get angry
I used to hate everyone I met
You taught me love
You showed me kindness
You painted flowers on my face
And that gave me the sh*ts
F*ck I hated that
But it taught me a valuable lesson too
Now I love everyone but you
I love everyone but...

We had mushrooms in the morning
I was braindead for eternity
I took my clothes off
You didn't like that
And neither did the check-out chick at Coles
I tried to pash the store security

I used to get mad
I used to get angry
I used to be cynical I know
You showed me love
You taught me yoga
You threw the fire around my head
And that gave me the sh*ts
F*ck I hated that
But it taught me a valuable lesson too
Now I love everyone but you
I love everyone one but you
You wont make me live with no shoes
Now I love everyone but you

Now every full moon I think of last year
And when we went to the bush doof party
And how the acid made the music worse
I know she had a good heart
When she stood in front of trees
But she talked out her arse
She could see me aura turning bad.

And that gave me the sh*ts
F*ck I hated that
Everyone else I know thanks you
Now I love everyone but you
I love everyone but you
I passively resist your coup
Yeah, I love everyone but you...

*teehee!*

The Trinity were planning a holiday. The Spirit, manifesting the creative part of the divine nature, was coming up with the ideas. "Let's go to New York," he suggested.
"No, no, no," said the Father, "They're all so liberated, they'll spend the whole time calling me 'Mother' and it will just do my head in."
So the Spirit sat back and thought. "I know, what about Jerusalem?" he said. "It's beautiful and then there's the history and everything."
"No way!" the Son declared. "After what happened the last time, I'm never going there again!"
At this point, the Spirit got annoyed and went off in a huff. Sometime later he returned and found that the Father and Son had had a idea they both thought was excellent:
"Why don't we go to Rome?" said the Son.
"Perfect!" cried the Holy Spirit. "I've never been there before!"

Today's all about...

# Behind the Front Fence - 30 Modern Australian Short Stories, edited by Barry Oakley, 397 pages, Five Mile Press, 2004.
# Sleeping behind the desk next to the heater. Mmmm...
# Cyclamens.
# Caramel eclairs. Chewy goodness!
# From The Inside (Junior Vasquez Mix) - Gioia.
# Pondering yard cleaning tomorrow. Hopefully the weather will be good.
# Special Needs - Placebo.
# "Achtung! No dingding vizout ze vedding ring!"
# Sympathies.
# Wondering about fate and destiny and whether it's rubbish or not.
# The overwhelming desire to *not* blog! *lol* Must be tiring of it.
# Dreading the SPD session - boooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring.
# Loretta Young Silks - Sneaker Pimps
# Filthy/Gorgeous - Scissor Sisters
# Deciding to read Animalia when I get home tonight.
# Looking forward to being in South Australia, funerary as it may be.
# Now being one third of my family, rather than one fourth.

Coffee and TV

Bleh... I feel so crusty.

I think I might head home after lunch if I can—can't concentrate on work and things are irritating me just a little too much (like some guy returned a prize we'd sent him and said that we should send him this book by this author which costs $X, and I was like, 'WTF? We're not f*cking well Santa here with a number of pixies to magically whip up things on the whim of someone who doesn't like a CD... I'll send him a f*cking Marilyn Manson album, the little #@**$@&#...') (hey, we're short on budget... you know how things are... thank God for freebies (which constitute all of our prizes!)).

And Dad sent me a copy of Robin Hood, Men In Tights which I'm so just in the mood to go home and watch. I need a good laugh! ESPECIALLY since Channel 10 DIDN'T have their usual Simpsons hour on last night because we were inflicted with Australian Idol instead. That was so not what I needed after yesterday :-p Besides, Australian Idol just makes me feel violent - especially with Mark Holden going 'Hubba hubba!' to female contestants, Kyle Sandilands being a total knob and the whole thing being an entirely manufactured load of bollocks of a glorified karaoke competition.

Not that I don't like karaoke. Actually, I love it :) But to make a tv show out of it? Bah! What we need is Kiwi Ben up there singing 'I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay, I sleep all night and I work all day...' because the expressions on the faces of those people who don't get that whole song are priceless ;) Or with SAC leader Justin trying to karaoke The Timewarp and getting freaked out by the lyrics and exiting stage left *smirks*

Not long until lunch... yay!

*teehee* My friend Sharna Banana has been cheering my up by telling me what she says to her housemate when he sneezes - 'Satan piss on your soul, if it's even worth it.'

*lol* Yes, we're both twisted and odd... but that is funny! :D

Thank-you God...

Thank you that Nanna died peacefully and not in pain or after a long, drawn-out illness.

Thank you for the gorgeous flowers Larissa sent.

Thank you for the gruff hugs from Lee.

Thank you for laughs with Scott and Rachel.

Thank you for Andrew's kind words.

Thank you for a workplace full of wonderful people.

Thank you for providing great music to numb myself with.

Thank you for chocolate (but then I'm always thankful for that...).

good-bye

My Nanna died this morning at 10.30am. Apparently she passed away peacefully in her room at her nursing home.

I'm not going to see her gentle blue eyes again, hold her hands with their papery soft skin, laugh with her about silly things, cook her favourite foods, visit her, be puzzled by her dementia, brush her hair, take her for 'walks' out in the sun, read the Bible with her, connect with our heritage, loving each other heaps, being mischevious.

She was the most amazing lady. Always encouraging, always loving, had a wonderful sense of humour, was strong, tough, caring, always working for others, always there with a treat after school. Some of the best moments in my life were spent at my Nanna and Pappa's house after school (every day all the way through primary school and high school). We'd talk, laugh, watch TV, sometimes have sleep-overs, wander around the gardens together, wrapped up in warmth and love.

I feel guilty for being so far away from her. I saw her last at the end of May and we had a great time. The best thing I remember, though, was at graduation last year how proud she was of me - she was so happy, had the biggest smile on her face. The photos are great - especially the one with her wearing my grad cap.

RIP Nanna. I'll see you later. Love you fit to burst.

If the shoe fits...

...Buy it...

...Wear it...

...Wear it often...

...Buy more shoes that are equally gorgeous...

...Worship the shoe...

...Find a husband with a shoe/foot fetish so he'll buy you more *lol*...

sunbeams

...Jesus, don't want me for a sunbeam
Sunbeams are never made like me

Don't expect me to cry,
For all the reasons you had to die
Don't ever ask your love of me.

Don't expect me to cry
Don't expect me to lie
Don't expect me to die for me...

Yes, I'm revisiting Nirvana and my 'childhood' and so on... and listening to this song just made me think, pfft... Like, to Jesus it doesn't matter about what the heck you are or what you've done, He's still up for you being a sunbeam :) Some of His disciples were weird, some were bad tempered, some were traitors, they weren't these perfect go-to-church-three-times-every-Saturday/Sunday types.

So as bizarre and whatever that I am, I'm still gonna be a sunbeam for Him if He wants me :)

*finshes the day dancing*

Rosebud...

Citizen Kane still has to be one of the best movies ever made, and when I find it on DVD, I'm going to have to buy it (I remember that it made me cry in the media class I first watched it in - the sense of loss was almost edible).

Anyways... the day has improved by a little because I got an e-mail from someone I don't know who now goes to a church I used to go to. She said that she started going to that church two years ago, and the people there still talk about me and miss me, which made me burst into tears when I read it (I miss them dreadfully - some of my best friends go to that church). If I didn't live over 800kms from it, I think I'd still go :) Go Birdwood, you good thing! :)

And I'm listening to Nirvana here at work *happy sigh* I was talking about Nirvana with a friend yesterday and about how much of an influence they had on our lives. They were an amazing band and I think they captured the feel of adolescent angst so well. There's nothing that really has that sort of connection any more as much. Silverchair used to have a lot of similarities to Nirvana, but then they went all sort of mellow and dull. I guess with age, the fire in the belly gets extinguished.

Still, Suicidal Dream is an enduring favourite. And as for Nirvana... well... almost everything...

Argh!!!

Well, the weekend wasn't too bad until late last night. Just before bed, my dog decided that he needed to throw up (it happens when he eats his food too fast sometimes - how delightful...). I picked him up to rush him outside so that he could do it out there rather than inside. It had been raining all evening, so the steps were a bit wet, and I guess I didn't think about that (hey, when you have a dog in your arms who's about to do a technicolour yawn...). Hit the steps to get down to the yard and *bam*... slip on the top wet step, fall down the stairs, my dog goes flying out of my arms and we both land in the gravel somehow... :-/

So I half-killed my dog pretty much :( I think the fall hurt his back pretty badly :( When we limped back inside, I put him to bed with the wheat pack against his back and I got into bed and tried to sleep. My lower back over my left hip is hurting like a b*tch, so is my ankle and somehow I've managed to bruise the top of my right hand, so if I'm hurting I can only imagine how much worse it is for my lil doggie :( :( :(

I've brought him in to work again so I can keep an eye on him. Hopefully he'll be okies :-/

Lesson to be learned from this: don't go anywhere near wet steps while carrying your ancient dog :( It'll only end in tears! :(

Feelings.

It's a simple, tiny little word, but then there's all of this stuff involved and when you let them out, they go *woosh*... and God knows what that means for you after you've spoken about them.

You just think, "Oh God, could I be any more stupid?"

*sigh*

No more late, late nights for me, ever.

Hi to Jesus's girlfriend! :D

Not sure why you can't post comments on here, but keep trying *lol* Hopefully it'll work soon :D *prods blog with a stick* Hmm... technology! What a strange, strange thing it is...

o.0

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose DIY and wondering who the f**k you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing f**king junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, f**ked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life...

Save the whales - collect the whole set!

Work-in-progress - young Maori warrior. I got my Derwents out again, and have been messing around with multi- and mono-colour pencil work.

(The facial tattoos fascinate me)

Will stay up to more insane hours if the cricket is good and continue to sketch things and see how weird things become at 2.30am when I've had too much coffee but am dead to the world, other than shouting at the TV, 'That's not bloody out, you wanker of an umpire!' *lol*

And all the roads we have to walk are winding, and all the lights that lead us there are blinding, there are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how...
Wonderwall, Oasis.

They've got British video night on Rage, which is causing some old memories of the mid-90s to resurface. The fashion was sh*thouse, but the music wasn't too bad, and times were pretty good.

I wouldn't change anything about that time, other than buying more Blur albums.

Good God, reports of smoke and so on in the London underground stations? Please not again...

*sigh*

And a self-proclaimed cleric in Indonesia has been jailed for his part in the bombing of the Australian Embassy in Jakarta last year. But not for long.

The Indonesian justice system seems insane from the outside - someone who has some marijuana in their bag gets jailed for life by the Indonesian courts, but people who blew up the Sari Club and killed hundreds of people in 2002 get away with it with a slap on the wrist and a jail sentence of a few years?

Hmm.

Perhaps there really isn't justice in the world at all after all. Just us...

But without hands or feet, he couldn't kick Stevie's ar$e...

And that's about all I wanted to say *lol*

Comedy programs were so good last night! And I can't wait for next Wednesday for the show that's replacing Black Books on ABC. It looks like it's going to be hilarious in the wonderfully dark and odd way that only Australian comedy really manages.

Have a good night :D

English Summer Rain

Sitting at my desk, eating strawberries and suddenly the taste of them reminds me of the way the strawberries my pappa used to grow in the veggie garden tasted.

*sigh*

So nice and summery, even though it's the middle of Winter. They're still kind of sharp to taste, but somwhat mellow, too. Very nice indeed :)

I still want to try wild strawberries, though—Enid Blyton's Faraway Tree books still inspire me too much *lol*

Spite and Malice

Right now, I should be writing to Oliver - a letter that's long over-due. And then it'll be time to write to all of the other people I owe long-overdue letters to. Maybe this weekend will be entitled E-mail Weekend, rather than Work On Tax And End Up Trying To Spell Words On The Calculator Instead Weekend.

However, I don't feel like it ^.^

Really, I don't have anything to tell people about life at the moment. Oh wait... Taylor visited on Saturday, which rocked! YAY! :) Must try to catch up with him more. And with Bec, seeing as she's meant to be down here, too. Oooh... *shivers with anticipation* Excitement! *lol*

Other than that? It's just work, work, work, woooorrrrrk, more work, different kinds of work, and occasional sleep. Oh, and watch TV and try not to freeze to death at nights (mmm, wood fire). The most interesting thing that's happened lately was being woken up at 5am this morning by an eerie glow, which was caused the moon shining through the fog outside (and not aliens, which would have been more interesting).

I hate Winter. It makes the days far too short. The cold is bearable, but the shortness of days isn't. And no, it has nothing to do with my mild fear of the dark, thank-you Dale :-p Short Winter days just never allow for much productivity outside after work. I mean, when I get home, it's already dark and you only feel like curling up in front of the fire, eating something warming and taking doing sod-all to new levels.

Oh well.

Maybe I'll work on writing something this weekend other than e-mails. Maybe a book. Something interesting/crazy/unusual. I've been using the voice recording function on my phone to record witty comments/interesting thoughts/descriptions of things and so on lately, so maybe I'll sort through them and hear what's to be heard.

*picks up phone, sets record* 11.16am. Note to self. Write book on weekend. Make it amusing. Remember to check for termites under house. Investigate home loans. Don't forget to eat.

:-p

*warning* A bit of a rant

This morning, I read this article about the increase in the numbers of over-20... ermm... 'kids...' who are still living at home in America. There was an article I read recently about this in the Time magazine, too, which explored the mind-sets of young people who are doing this and why it was being done. The stats are something like 25% of people aged between 20 and 35 in America are still living with the parental units.

This just seems bizarre to me!

Alright, this is Australia here, but for a long time our country has been known as 'Oh-My-Flipping-Gosh-Is-This-America?' to the more cynical, and we do seem to copy a lot of American trends (most of which I'd rather spend time slamming my fingers in a desk drawer than follow blindly along with. A pox on right-wing conservatism!).

Okay, so a number of my friends still live with their parents, but that's because they're young and in their final years of university or study. To me, that seems reasonable - saves money, you're still studying, don't have the cash to splash on rent/food/etc. Besides, uni is expensive and all of that. Then after uni, HECS and student loans and all of those other scary things sort of appear. And you have to find a job... One thing that has been noted in both of the articles/studies I've read about the 'twixters' (as Time called them) is that they're waiting for their dream job to pop up—one that they feel is a calling, and has a cushy salary to accompany it.

Umm... hello? Who usually has the luxury of getting such choice?

And anyways, many jobs can seem like a chore after a while, whether they're dream ones or not—in the end you realise that whatever you're doing, it's work from one end of it to the other, you're a slave to the wage and that there are never enough hours in the day. It's up to you individually to decide whether or not you'll actually find something to enjoy about it or whinge like a baby. Much of our satisfaction with work comes from our attitudes toward it, anyway, rather than from the job alone.

(On a tangent, having grown up on a farm, there were always hated jobs that had to be done there, but you stick them out and get them done and it doesn't seem so bad the next day when you get to do more of it. But then I guess there's satisfaction in those sort of things because the results are so immediate—you can see the things you've harvested or the grass that's been mown or whatever.)

Anyways!

Why live back at home with your parents after you've graduated from uni and have a job? Or even without a job? There's always the dole and you can share a house with friends and stuff like that while you search for a job or go back to further studies. It just seems like a bit of a loser thing to graduate and then return home to be like a long-term teenager or something. And it doesn't seem like it would be fair on the parents, either. I mean, they've worked hard, they need some alone time, time to have fun and just do whatever the hell they want to :) Why cause them added worries and expenses?

Sure, it's not much fun to find your feet at first as a totally independent person in the world, but it's so worth it and definitely rewarding. Yup, there's scrimping and saving and sudden realisations about the fact that you can't buy whatever the heck you want to because there are bills/rent/grocery expenses, but that's all learning.

I'd love to have my family closer to me or be closer to them geographically, but that probably won't happen, at least not while we're in the jobs that we're in at the moment. Still, we're really close in the terms of having a great connection and talking lots and caring for each other, and that's what matters :) And there's heaps of support from them in terms of them believing in me and inspiring me to be the best I can be. So even though I'm still 21 and living about 1000kms away from them, I'm still confident that I can do things.

Oh... and God definitely helps out too :) Without Him, I wouldn't be here and I wouldn't be discovering so many new things.

I can do all things through Christ, who strengthens me... Philippians 4.13

Journalistic Definitions

Feisty: Short, old female
Informed source: Reads the newspaper
Beloved: Someone who's been around so long no one can stand them any more (eg: Bert Newton)
Self-styled: Phony
Family Values: right wing idiot
Progressive: left wing idiot
Modest, well-kept home: at least the cockroaches are dead
Exclusive: We were the only ones who returned the PR flack's calls
Socialite: unemployed woman who lives in Toorak
Heiress: as above, but able to hire a pricey divorce lawyer

There are heaps more definitions, all of them totally wonderful. Just visit Crikey!

everything's just ducky!

I won two courtesy awards from Rotary or whatever it was when I was younger (which was quite impressive, but then I had my fair share of Student of the Week awards and they never suspected a thing! *muahahaha* *ahem* Actually, I was angellic when I was lil' :).

Anyways...

In spite of that, there are just some days when I want to say, 'Oh, go get a duck up you!' to people in general. And some people in particular. No, those in particular I would actually like to hit with beech rods at random intervals. Or have someone else do it whilst I sit back and have a virgin margarita and a good foot massage.

Still, I probably won't say the duck thing or enforce the beech rods bit because I'm nice :-p

And stop that snickering, I am nice! *lol*

Mr PolarBear complained about Bondage Bear *lol*

Sooooo... hello Polar Bear! :D

*waves*

Feel better now? :) *lol*

Rocky Horror!

Shhhh!

I'm doing quizes at work ;)

Results from the two Rocky Horror Picture Show quizes I took about which character I am are as follows:

You are Magenta...you crazy fun lovin gal...you have issuses its very obvious....but we love you you nasty little bi sl*t...you like your sexy freaky ways dont you? i do...keep after riff

You are *Magenta*! You're husky singing voice and luscious lips make you very very sexy! Guys want you, girls want to be you and you have the biggest hair ever seen on film! You do have a rather strange obsession with your brother though...

*smirks*

...it's so dreamy, oh fantasy free me, so you can't see me, no, not at all...

Der Krieger und Die Kaiserin

Der Krieger und Die Kaiserin
Tom Tykwer, 2000.
Franka Potente, Benno Fürmann, Joachim Krol
135 mins, M15+ (disturbing images and some language)

Irgendwo da draußen wartet die Liebe...

In the lyrics of Believe, which featured in Tom Tykwer's 1998 killer of a movie, Lola Rennt, it says, "I don't believe in promise, I don't believe in chance, I don't believe you can resist the things that make no sense... I don't believe there's destiny, but someone to accuse...' However, chance, coincidence, fate and destiny are themes that seem to play heavily in Tykwer's work, pushing plots far deeper than the simple relationships that they are laid out on.
Der Krieger und Die Kaiserin, which translates to The Warrior and The Empress (although it's called The Princess and The Warrior under English release), covers fate, destiny and chance, as did Lola Rennt, and tells a strangely uplifting existential tale that is both poetic and heartbreaking, achieving a level of humanity and tenderness that very few films will ever reach.
The story is beautifully told in few words, and is visually stunning and aurally perfect. A soundtrack more suited to every moment of the film could not be found, and it helps to add to the intense connection you feel to the film.
All things considered, the premise is deceptively simple - people meeting, perhaps thrown together by fate and a lot of persistence. But this film is about a meeting of souls, not some Hollywood throwing together of people who want to tear off each other's clothes and go at it like wild animals. The characters of Sissi (Potente) and Bodo (Fürmann) are opposites who are fated to attract, even though they are so wildly different.
There are connections between the two throughout the movie that we do not even realise are there until we stumble across the information later in the film - it's like a jigsaw puzzle that we didn't even know existed is taking shape before our eyes - which shows the way that fate has had a hand in it all.
Only by accident - or was it fate?- is Sissi pulled from the psychiatric hospital she works at to go to the bank to settle some business for a friend who has moved to the coast recently after the death of her mother (a letter from her starts the whole movie). On the way to the bank, Sissi is involved in an accident - she is hit by a tanker. She finds herself under the tanker in silence, unable to breathe, until a mysterious stranger (Bodo) comes to the rescue and helps her to breathe again by performing an emergency tracheotomy on her (definitely the most stomach-frightening scene I have ever seen in a movie).
The irony of it all is that Bodo is the one who caused the accident. Or... was it fate that made that all happen?
All Sissi manages to keep of him is a button that comes off of the sleeve of his shirt, and for the 53 days that she's in hospital, thinks of him. She has begun to breathe in life, too... and realises the suffocation that had slowly been happening at the asylum.
Her escape? Finding the man who saved her - there must be a reason to if, destiny, fate, chance? So she begins on her quest to find her saviour, not just because she's greatful, but because of the reasons behind it all. Actually, it's not just Sissi who needs to escape. What are we escaping from? Well, we may not realise that we want to escape, we may be clinging to what prevents us from doing it. Bodo clings to the day his wife immolated herself at a petrol station. Sissi is held by the patients in the psychiatric ward she works at, a place that's shut off from the world where she exists as the darling of the inmates who she cares about as individuals. After all, her father is one of them, it seems. The past holds Bodo and an interminable present keeps Sissi in stasis.
Finding the mysterious man who saved her life is easy enough - it's actually connecting with him that's the hard part. Bodo isn't interested in this, but it is Sissi's tenacity that forges a deeper connection, and it is ultimately the day in the bank that brings them together. She helps and protects him and shelters him when things all go terribly wrong.
Sissi saves Bodo after he had saved her. She saves him emotionally, bringing him back to life. Only together do they truly live - apart from each other, they exist, searching for something, living relatively blank lives with nothingness stretching into the distance. They both need each other to realise something more in life. Of course, they could exist separately in a way that seemed like they were doing perfectly well, but they wouldn't be alive in the truest sense.
This is a film of great beauty, visually and intellectually. It's langorous, liquid, filmed with great attention to detail, with gorgeous colours and clever camera work. There are some parts that are hard to watch, such as the tracheotomy, but they are handled exquisitly and add to the disturbing yet intensely satisfying feel of this movie.
As a viewer, you feel the quiet despair, the loss, the hollowness of an existence in stasis, the love that is tentatively felt, the silence, the greater workings of fate and destiny that remind us that even when things are bad, life is still worth living because you never know what you may find out there.
After all, as the tag line from the title says, irgendwo da draußen wartet die Liebe...

Zdravstvuite!

Hmm, having a random moment of in-between-things-ness, so I thought I'd say some bloggy hello's to people who I know read my blog (which I think is about all of... ermm... five... oooooh, special *lol*).

Hi Jesus! How are things going for you over there in Georgia? And have you set up a blog yet? :-p When you do, I wanna be a blog disciple! *lol*

Hey Clanki!!! Thanks for the cleavage compliment *lol* Hope you're having a good time with your internship and stuff and that life is treating you well.

Bon jour Kristin! Marry Chris, you know you want to *lol*

Hola Timmah :) Oh, and to Chetto too *lol* (for those of you wondering, Chetto is prolly the second cutest dog in the world) (my dog being the first... and I'm totally unbiased there! *LOL*). Hope work is treating you well and that you're having fun :)

Hallo Dale :-p Hope you're enjoying some MGF *lol*

And to everyone else who reads this blog, either on purpose or by accident, hello, ciao, g'day, konichiwa, jambo, annyong ha shimnikka, czesc, al Salaam a' alaykum and all of the rest of that :) Hope you're having a great day out there! :)

Home, home on the range...

Top ten things you don't want to hear from your real estate agent when you go to settlement on your new home:

1. "I think unexplained crop circles add a unique flair to any home's garden."

2. "Actually, it's only the rear portion of the yard that overlaps the ancient Indian burial ground."

3. "Yes, the last owner did donate the house to the Hell's Angels, but I'm told that the judge has ordered them not to come within 50 feet of it."

4. "One bleeding mirror doesn't necessarily mean it's haunted."

5. "Your neighbor has assured me that, technically, they're not 'killer' bees."

6. "Even if there was a full-scale mudslide, it's unlikely that it would reach as far back as your property."

7. "It's quite common for roaches to grow that big even when not in the presence of radioactivity."

8. "Did you know that the punk band "Grave Robber" holds their practice sessions right next door?"

9. "It's true that they died in the house, but the prosecutor was never actually able to prove it was murder."

10. "You can barely hear the sheet metal factory at night."

Blah!

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Ugh, I hate being ill. It's impossible to concentrate on work and stuff. Blah! All I want to do is go back to bed and sleep *falls over*

My dog is sleeping under my desk here at work at the moment. I think he's getting a bit better - he's eating things at least (but only things that I cook - no dog food, which is weird).

Early night for me coming up :-p

*sigh*

Things are so wrong with the world.

About an hour or two ago, my mum gave me a call to let me know that a good friend of ours from South Australia had been killed in a car accident on Friday night in Sydney.

He was such a wonderful, wonderful person and has two little kids and everything

I cried a bit on the phone with mum when she told me, and then got the strange urge to cook lots of things. I'm chopping up onion when I realise that the tears I have on my face aren't from the onion hurting my eyes, but that I'm actually sobbing - deep, shuddering sobs.

Maybe it was the realisation that we won't see him again this side of eternity or something like that, perhaps it was a few other things added in.

Why all of this death and pain?

Pozegnalny, Darius.

You Can’t Find Peace
( Pale 3 featuring Skin )

I sit and wait
While you fight this man
You taste when kissing me
I used this time
To pace through our days
Before our life begins
Then you'll see that I'm your god
Corrupt your soul and
Let the blood go

You can't find peace
Without my persistence
I'll break the resistance I see in you
There's no release
Without my incredible resilience
To your will to grieve

Believe in me
I won't crush your beauty
I'll just lick it clean
Don't try to fall
Cuz I'll crawl the way
You're harder than I'll show
Devastation I will find
Dreaming afraid by your side

You can't find peace
Without my persistence
I'll break the resistance I see in you
There's no release
Without my incredible resilience
To your will to grieve

You can't find peace
Without my persistence
I'll break the resistance I see in you
There's no release
Without my incredible resilience
To your will to grieve

Hmmm... Talking to Brandon (aka Jesus) at the moment! Yay! It's been an awesome day today for catching up with uni people *lol* Taylor's down here at the moment for prac, so we saw each other today and did the coffee thing.

Mmmm... coffee...

Had quite a bit actually, so maybe that's why I'm still awake now *lol*

Watching Rage - Shihad is hosting it, and it's pretty interesting. All of these funky old clips and random moments of goodness. The 80s were still rather scary in terms of clothing, though - there was something with polka-dots and black and over-sized-ness before.

The best thing was the Jimi Hendrix clip. That was an aural orgasm! Mmm!