| All good things must come to an end, and so must this. |
[Dec. 3rd, 2005|12:19 pm] |
Hello everyone, after keeping this LJ for 4 or 5 years, I've decided to archive it and start afresh.
My new LJ is ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) aussiemandias.
If you want to keep in touch, please go there, comment and add me.
Make sure you comment so I can add you back.
Cheers.
Well, vonriga, so long and thanks for all the fish. |
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| What a fucking night. |
[Dec. 2nd, 2005|03:32 am] |
On the way home from the gym with callan, i got a call from Gillian. She was driving into Newcastle, heading home. Her flatmate was hosting a soiree and Gill was feeling rather sick, and not up to it, so she asked if she could come and hang out with me.
I had a lot of college work, due tomorrow, but I told her that I could not be too entertaining as I had to get the work done. She was happy with that, and in fact wanted to just relax somewhere quiet.
I got home and she was there... really not looking too well.
I got her inside, sat her in the comfy chair and proceeded about my work. She got quieter and quieter and when I looked at her, she looked horrible. Pale, sweating, in obvious pain... and then threw up (made it to the bathroom).
At which point she crumbled back into the chair holding her head, unable to look at light.
OK, she has had meningitis, so alarm bells were travelling. She has also suffered migraines in the past, but apparently this was different.
long story short; I have just spent the night in the hospital emergency room as she was pumped full of drugs and emptied of half her blood.
Brain lesions? no.
Meningitis? no.
It looks like it was a migraine... just a new, different and very bad one.
I have just walked in the door and it is closing on 4am.
My assignments are not complete and tomorrow was the hard deadline.
Fuck it, I was going to be at college for another six months anyhow.
Gill is worth it.
I'm off to bed. |
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| That was the weekend that was. |
[Nov. 21st, 2005|01:38 pm] |
I have had a lovely weekend.
My neighbour Brendan, of suicide attempt fame, needed help putting up a new fence between our lots.
By Sunday night we had a complete fence there. It was great.
I got to mix cement, pull up old posts, do minor woodwork and paint.
The suprising thing is that my back managed!
So, by the end of the weekend I was stiff and sore, but not in pain. And there was a bloody great big new fence running the length of my property.
Mmmm.... satisfaction.
In other news, I am still alive. |
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[Nov. 19th, 2005|02:32 am] |
You are 'French'. In the nineteenth century, it
was the international language of diplomacy.
It is a 'beautiful' language, meaning that it
is really just a low-fidelity copy of Latin.
You know the importance of communicating
'diplomatically', which for you means both
being polite and friendly when necessary and
using sophisticated, vicious sarcasm when
appropriate. Your life is guided by either
existentialism or nihilism, depending on the
weather. You have a certain appreciation for
the finer things in life, which is a diplomatic
way of saying that you are a disgusting
hedonist. Your problem is that French has been
obsolete for a long time.
What obsolete skill are you?
brought to you by Quizilla |
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| Away fora few days. |
[Nov. 11th, 2005|02:20 pm] |
I'm heading off to Sydney for some work related seminars for a few days.
Should be back on deck Monday night. |
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| Cos callen did it |
[Nov. 2nd, 2005|05:47 pm] |
TEN FIRSTS
First Best Friend(s): Patrick Ryan
First Screen Name: Penguinboy
First Pet: Horatio the Turtle
First Piercing: ears
First Crush: Sarah Rennie... she's gay now.
First CD: Pink Floyd's The Wall
First Car: '73 Honda Civic. Bubblegum green.
First Love: Jacqui Lauer
First Stuffed Animal: a dolphin
Last Car Ride: Home from work
Last Movie Seen: Evangelion: Death and Rebirth
Last Phone Call: Suprisingly satisfying phone sex with a lass in Sydney.
Last CD Played: "Little Earthquakes' by Tori Amos
Last Bubble Bath: so lomg ago
Last Time You Cried: About a month back
EIGHT HAVE YOU EVERS
Have you ever dated one of your best friends: I like to think that I always do that.
Have you ever been arrested: yes
Have you ever skinny dipped: yes
Have you ever been on TV: yes
Have you ever kissed someone and then regretted it: yes
Have you ever had a sex dream about someone you knew: yes
SEVEN THINGS YOU'RE WEARING
1. Farenheit
2. Grey Shirt
3. Charcoal pants
4. red briefs
5. Black socks
6. Black shoes
7. Black belt that has the lord's prayer embodded along its length in russuan and a buckle that is an orthodox cross
SIX THINGS YOU'VE DONE TODAY
1. entered too much sales data
2. actually paid for Microsoft software
3. Underslept
4. shocked the office with an act of cruelty
5. swept up roach carcasses
6. survived
FIVE FAVORITE THINGS IN NO ORDER
1. the quiet
2. my music
3. movies
4. indian food
5. the gym
FOUR PEOPLE YOU CAN TELL [ALMOST] ANYTHING TO
1. Callen, even if he does not return the favour.
2. Melissa
3. Dylan
4. God
THREE HOLIDAY DESTINATIONS
1. Latvia
2. Poland
3. Czech Republic
TWO THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE
1. be loved unreservedly
2. love them back just the same
ONE THING YOU REGRET
1. My breakdown |
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| OK, who's a nerd? |
[Nov. 1st, 2005|05:45 pm] |
A rogue, a druid, a paladin, and a cleric walk into a bar.
The bartender says, 'What is this, a party?'
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| what I have learned.... |
[Nov. 1st, 2005|01:35 pm] |
You know, I was sitting in 'group' today rather quietly, just listening.
I think I know where most of our problems arise. We all expect too much.
Too much of what? Well, everything. Our jobs, relationships, sex lives, posessions... etc.
It seems that we all have an overactive sense of 'entitlement'. We deserve things and we have a right to them. If we don't get them and in a way we want, we are disappointed. Some of us deal with the disappointment well, others, like me, drop their bundle.
This whole idea is not new. The Buddhists have been harping on about this for a very long time, but the call it Dharma (depending on the tradition, spelling may vary, but it sounds like 'Karma'). Dharma is the yearning of the soul... wanting, craving, expecting. Buddhism is focussed around the idea of removing dharma from life and once we have dismissed it entirely, we achieve 'enlightenment'. Well, that is the plan anyway.
You know, I think they are on to something.
Every day we are told what we need. This education, that job, these posessions, that partner... and if we don't have these, our life is deficient.
I must admit that I am pretty into these wants and have some rather high expectations. I aim for heights I cannot reach, yearn for things I don't actually need, expect from others what they cannot give. I deserve all of these things, honestly, I do... well, perhaps not. Yeah, I have a very well honed sense of 'entitlement'.
So, my goal for the week is to look at what I value and what I expect. Do these things I want from my life actually warrant the weight I give them? Do I have unrealistic expectations and where I do, can they be modified and should they be modified?
Well, this is my task for the week.
That is all.
Move along. Nothing to see here. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 31st, 2005|10:35 pm] |
| Your 1920's Name is: | 
Wellington Casper |
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| Getting on top of my college work. |
[Oct. 31st, 2005|03:09 pm] |
As you may have guessed, I am awfully behind in my college work... and a couple of large assignments can wait till next year, but I am making headway.
Today I was able to hand in all the work relating to three management modules.
Shoulders.
Weight.
Lifted off. |
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| Oh, I forgot to add.... |
[Oct. 30th, 2005|10:42 pm] |
My home is now a fortress against 'roaches.
I have well toxicated all points of entry.
Now, all I have to do is wait out the summer. |
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| And another weekend draws to a close. |
[Oct. 30th, 2005|10:20 pm] |
Been a rather quiet one round here. Too quiet.
Gill has gone away for a week, off to be one of the organisers on a camp for survivors of childhood sexual abuse. Have to admire that. I don't think I could face that kind of thing.
Anyhow, she left for it this morning and I had a quiet day. I was going to go to 'gathering', but it was pissing down, so I opted to say in. I can't imagine anyone stayed.
I went to the local 'goth' club, just to check out the new venue. I was not really in the mood for it, so I made it a pretty short night. I think the 'scene' here in Newcastle is atrophying. It's not the club I remember anymore. I hope it goes through a kind of renaissance... or it may just be another thing that changes and drifts out of my life.
Well, that's about all I have to report. Kinda dull really.
Carry on. Nothing to see here. |
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| Dilletante... I like that. |
[Oct. 28th, 2005|03:53 pm] |
Dilettante
You scored 55% Experience, 70% Adventurousness, 71% Kinkyness, and 56% Corrupt! |
You have definitly found your way to pleasure. You know what you like
and continue to do it. Do not hesitate to continue to push your limits.
Do not get stuck only doing what is comfortable. Sometimes we learn the
most about ourselves when we push ourselves harder and further on the
journey to self discovery.
Please remember to rank my test. Thank You |  |
My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 97% on Experience | | You scored higher than 89% on Adventurousness | | You scored higher than 88% on Kinkyness | | You scored higher than 97% on Corruption |
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| All bow down in adoration |
[Oct. 28th, 2005|03:17 pm] |
This monday will be the 30th anniversary of the release of Queen's Bohenian Rhapsody
God bless you Freddie, you zoroastrian dandy. You are more sorely missed than you would have ever believed. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 28th, 2005|12:12 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Silly | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Britney - Hit me Baby one More time | ] |
Been back at work 2 days.
Feeling pretty good.
Dancing around the flat...
Acting like a goose.
Living. |
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| Callen is a bastard |
[Oct. 25th, 2005|02:05 pm] |
Due to much mucho posturing, Callen and I increased all the weights we use at the gym by one incriment.
If we were using 4kg hand weights, it became 5kg. If the nautilos machine was set at 7, it was moved to 8.
Anyhow, today I cannot even reach my hand around to scratch my arse.
Yeah, I'm butch... just don't expect me to move. |
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| I wish it would snow here. |
[Oct. 24th, 2005|11:53 pm] |
I wish it would snow.
I'd like to put on my overcoat right now and leave the house to walk through snow, or at least a heavy frost.
I used to to do that in Bathurst. There was only snow a few times a year, but there was quite often a heavy frost.
The golf course near where I lived would become a blanket of white.
My feet would crunch the grass, snapping it with each step.
My breath would billow out, as if I had just smoked a cigarette. And the little cloud would then fall to the ground, as the moisture turned to ice.
I miss those walks. The cold. The solitude.
The misty golf course was the perfect backdrop to my thoughts and feelings.
I wish it would snow. |
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