I had a moment of clarity last night. (Insert laughter here) Whilst trying to get to sleep on the eve of my exam (Which is in less than 2 hrs so I need to post this and haul my arse to Uni!) I've thought of a new idea for my blog. All will be revealed soon... i.e once I've got Uni for this year out of the way......
But in the mean time you can all be delighted in reading this :)
Yay!!
That's all I've got.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Assignment results
I just want to know how hard is it to get results back to students BEFORE the next essay is due? I handed in an assignment almost a month ago now, and I'm still waiting to find out the results. I could have failed it for all I know, and I'm about to hand in the next assignment for this class, not knowing if I'm way off the mark in relation to understanding the subject as I'm still waiting for my results and feedback on the first.
Am I annoyed? Yes I am actually.. I'm borderline fucked off, if I'm totally honest.
Anyway - I'm off to shoot things in video games - that will make me feel better!
That's all I've got.
Am I annoyed? Yes I am actually.. I'm borderline fucked off, if I'm totally honest.
Anyway - I'm off to shoot things in video games - that will make me feel better!
That's all I've got.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
I'm a gamer chick :)
The first video game console I was ever exposed to was an Atari – in which we played ‘pong’ It was the original ping pong / table tennis game – thus the name ‘pong’
Want to know more – click here (Link to Pong stuff)
After that we upgraded to the legendary Commodore 64 in which space invaders, and pac man were the games of the ‘times’
Eventually my brother went off to Uni and got a computer. This is when Wolfenstien 3d entered my life… It was so cutting edge and it was epic – my brother had this game, and a lotus car game. A lot of hours were spent on these two games when he’d bring his PC home on school holidays.
Not long after this I myself got a computer. It was the mid 90’s Window 95 was ‘huge’ and I entered the world of Duke Nukem 3D (Possibly one of my all time favorite PC FPS of all time – it was a delight to hear that the ‘rumors’ surrounding it’s return are looking more like truth than lie atm. (Click here for more info of new Duke Nukem Forever)
Sony entertainment released their first PlayStation, not long after many hours of 'Suck it down' (Duke reference there) I got a PlayStation as a birthday gift from my family. I loved this gaming platform, and I was thrust into the world of car racing, tomb raiding and slaying of zombies in Medievil.
Which brings me to my post today.
The other week I got a PSN card for my PlayStation 3 it allows you to buy games from the play station network (PSN) without having to give your credit card details etc. So I decided to shop in the ‘old school’ section.
To my delight they have both Tomb Raider and Medievil. I loved Medievil it was a fun game, you killed zombies and worked out puzzles etc. So I bought it for $8.00. I played if for the first time in about 13 years yesterday afternoon. I had to admit I can’t remember a lot of the game, so it’s kind of like playing it for the very first time. The graphics are very dated, and it was a little lagging at times on my PS3. but over all it was #rad.
While this game will produce new memories for me playing it in 2010. I guess I can never beat the memories that were first etched into my memory playing it back in the late 1990’s.
Overall – Gaming is a huge part of my life, and I’m proud to say that I’m a gamer chick, who also happens to be a geek and a nerd :)
Got the trifecta happening there, which I’m very happy with.
That’s all I’ve got.
Want to know more – click here (Link to Pong stuff)
After that we upgraded to the legendary Commodore 64 in which space invaders, and pac man were the games of the ‘times’
Eventually my brother went off to Uni and got a computer. This is when Wolfenstien 3d entered my life… It was so cutting edge and it was epic – my brother had this game, and a lotus car game. A lot of hours were spent on these two games when he’d bring his PC home on school holidays.
Not long after this I myself got a computer. It was the mid 90’s Window 95 was ‘huge’ and I entered the world of Duke Nukem 3D (Possibly one of my all time favorite PC FPS of all time – it was a delight to hear that the ‘rumors’ surrounding it’s return are looking more like truth than lie atm. (Click here for more info of new Duke Nukem Forever)
Sony entertainment released their first PlayStation, not long after many hours of 'Suck it down' (Duke reference there) I got a PlayStation as a birthday gift from my family. I loved this gaming platform, and I was thrust into the world of car racing, tomb raiding and slaying of zombies in Medievil.
Which brings me to my post today.
The other week I got a PSN card for my PlayStation 3 it allows you to buy games from the play station network (PSN) without having to give your credit card details etc. So I decided to shop in the ‘old school’ section.
To my delight they have both Tomb Raider and Medievil. I loved Medievil it was a fun game, you killed zombies and worked out puzzles etc. So I bought it for $8.00. I played if for the first time in about 13 years yesterday afternoon. I had to admit I can’t remember a lot of the game, so it’s kind of like playing it for the very first time. The graphics are very dated, and it was a little lagging at times on my PS3. but over all it was #rad.
While this game will produce new memories for me playing it in 2010. I guess I can never beat the memories that were first etched into my memory playing it back in the late 1990’s.
Overall – Gaming is a huge part of my life, and I’m proud to say that I’m a gamer chick, who also happens to be a geek and a nerd :)
Got the trifecta happening there, which I’m very happy with.
That’s all I’ve got.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
B B B Bloging
I've got that David Bowie song in my head 'chh chh chh changes' Why? I'm not sure though at a guess I'd say it's just one of those random things. It beats the hell out of the bloody awful music the bogan neighbors play at top note. I got 'Galveston' on repeat this morning... Fuck I HATE that song. They are clearly country music fans, though I think one of them does like Queen, which is alright.
Hello to my new follower. I'm slowly increasing my numbers I've got 26 now :) Ta Daa
Talking of Ta Daa. Those who read this blog who are in Australia, the one commercial on TV at the moment that drives me insane is those coles ads with the little girl who totally steals the display items, then screeches at the top of her lungs 'look mum! Ta Daaa' I just want to put up a sign over the top of that kid saying - 'Yet another reason for birth control'
I'm almost at the end of this semester of Uni - it (The end) can't come soon enough. I should be writing assignments right now, but I'm taking time out to write a blog. Then I'll get back into it. There's only so much time you can look at sole parent welfare to work reforms in one sitting.
I'll stop procrastinating, I want to make my word count I set myself for today,(1,500) so I can have a little nanna nap this afternoon. Only 300 words to get there.. I should piss that in.
That's all I've got.
Hello to my new follower. I'm slowly increasing my numbers I've got 26 now :) Ta Daa
Talking of Ta Daa. Those who read this blog who are in Australia, the one commercial on TV at the moment that drives me insane is those coles ads with the little girl who totally steals the display items, then screeches at the top of her lungs 'look mum! Ta Daaa' I just want to put up a sign over the top of that kid saying - 'Yet another reason for birth control'
I'm almost at the end of this semester of Uni - it (The end) can't come soon enough. I should be writing assignments right now, but I'm taking time out to write a blog. Then I'll get back into it. There's only so much time you can look at sole parent welfare to work reforms in one sitting.
I'll stop procrastinating, I want to make my word count I set myself for today,(1,500) so I can have a little nanna nap this afternoon. Only 300 words to get there.. I should piss that in.
That's all I've got.
Monday, September 6, 2010
I found her
I found Sally. The girl I was named after. (See previous post) A bit of research and BOOM I found her. I e-mailed her to ask if she was the same Sally. She replied stating she was. I've since e-mailed her back re my mum and her connection. I'm waiting for a response from her.
When I told my mum I'd found her (Sally). The smile on her face, probably could have been seen from space. It's safe to say my mum is happy I've managed to locate her childhood friend.
It is a case of 'watch this space' for future updates on 'Sally'
That's all I've got.
When I told my mum I'd found her (Sally). The smile on her face, probably could have been seen from space. It's safe to say my mum is happy I've managed to locate her childhood friend.
It is a case of 'watch this space' for future updates on 'Sally'
That's all I've got.
Friday, September 3, 2010
What is in a name?
Everyone has a name. Mine is Sally (Though most people call me Sal)
I went out today with my mum, and whilst we were out we spoke about all kinds of things. But the most interesting was how I got to be called Sally.
Originally I was going to be called Cindy (My father’s choice!) – However the lady next door to my parents around the time of my impending birth called her dog Cindy… So Cindy got scrubbed (THANK FUCK!)
So the next suggestion was my mum’s. She had a primary school friend called Sally. To my mum Sally was her best friend, she was nice, kind and a gentle little girl, who obviously had an impact on my mum’s life (My mum’s upbringing wasn’t very nice) So to honor this childhood friend of hers. She named me after her.
What I’d like to do is try and track this Sally down. (Possibility of this is slim I know). But as I sat opposite my mum at lunch, and listened to her talk about Sally, you could see the pure joy in her eyes for this little childhood friend, as she recalled her memories of them together. I asked her what happened to Sally. She said her family moved to Sydney, and she never seen her again.
So, I’m going to try and find Sally for my mum. Why? Because with technology such as the internet it makes these things a ‘little’ easier. But also because I think it would be lovely to re-unite them.
As I embark on mission ‘Find Sally’ I’ll keep you all updated. In the meantime. How did you get your name? Were you named after a relative, or a friend of your parents? Or was your name just chosen at random? Did you parents wait until you where born to name you, waiting to see what you looked like, so they could say ‘He looks like a Mathew, or she looks like a Melanie’
Let me know – comment away people.. You know you want too.
That’s all I’ve got.
I went out today with my mum, and whilst we were out we spoke about all kinds of things. But the most interesting was how I got to be called Sally.
Originally I was going to be called Cindy (My father’s choice!) – However the lady next door to my parents around the time of my impending birth called her dog Cindy… So Cindy got scrubbed (THANK FUCK!)
So the next suggestion was my mum’s. She had a primary school friend called Sally. To my mum Sally was her best friend, she was nice, kind and a gentle little girl, who obviously had an impact on my mum’s life (My mum’s upbringing wasn’t very nice) So to honor this childhood friend of hers. She named me after her.
What I’d like to do is try and track this Sally down. (Possibility of this is slim I know). But as I sat opposite my mum at lunch, and listened to her talk about Sally, you could see the pure joy in her eyes for this little childhood friend, as she recalled her memories of them together. I asked her what happened to Sally. She said her family moved to Sydney, and she never seen her again.
So, I’m going to try and find Sally for my mum. Why? Because with technology such as the internet it makes these things a ‘little’ easier. But also because I think it would be lovely to re-unite them.
As I embark on mission ‘Find Sally’ I’ll keep you all updated. In the meantime. How did you get your name? Were you named after a relative, or a friend of your parents? Or was your name just chosen at random? Did you parents wait until you where born to name you, waiting to see what you looked like, so they could say ‘He looks like a Mathew, or she looks like a Melanie’
Let me know – comment away people.. You know you want too.
That’s all I’ve got.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
August 24th
You stole a piece of me that day, a piece that is lost forever and I will never be able to get back. I trusted you, thought you were a ‘friend’. Yet in that moment you turned into a monster and grew darker in the hours that followed.
Five years ago on this day I was abducted by a so called ‘friend’. This ‘friend’ who I had formed a friendship with, had hung out with, gone to the beach with etc. turned into a monster. What is worse was *after* the event it was revealed to me by a friend of yours that this was not your first offense. You’d done this kind of thing before. What I always wonder is why didn’t the person who told me this evilness about you after you violated me, had not told me before? Why had he not warned me, so I could stay the fuck away from you. Did he think I was ‘safe’ because I was gay?
No because in the sick and twisted world inside your fucked up mind. You befriended me, made out that me being gay was ‘no worries’ ‘all good’. But deep inside your darkness it was your mission to make me realise I was wrong to not like men, and the one ‘man’ to make this wrong, right was going to be you.
I’ll never forget the way you literally turned from ‘nice guy’ to psychopath in seconds. From offering me a lift to my car, due to leaving work sick, asking if I needed to go to a doctor, and then missing the turn for the cark park. The sound of the central locking of your doors, the electric windows being locked from the main control panel on the driver side door. The punches you unleashed on me, the threats to break my arm, then letting me know in no uncertain terms you were going to kill me, chop me up and scatter the pieces all over various parts of Australia. That I’d ‘never be found. I can smell the interior of your car still to this day, your eyes with no soul behind them. People spout statistics that if you’re going to be assaulted there is a high probability that it will be by someone you know and trust. I was in the category of ‘the people I’m friends with, would NEVER do something like that’ you did. You’re a cold fuck, who deserves to rot a slow and very painful death.
I’ve had many fights over my time. But the punch I manage to land in your face is still to this day the best one ever. I would break both hands over and over again if it meant I got to inflict some pain back onto you.
Five long years have passed, your ‘good behavior bond’ has finished, as has the terms of the five year AVO. I know this much. If you come anywhere near me, you won’t get off as ‘lightly’ as you did this time five years ago, I’m a very different person now. Different because that ‘goodness’ I had inside me was stolen by you, and I will never get that back.
You are a worthless oxygen thief. I sincerely hope you stop breathing soon.
Five years ago on this day I was abducted by a so called ‘friend’. This ‘friend’ who I had formed a friendship with, had hung out with, gone to the beach with etc. turned into a monster. What is worse was *after* the event it was revealed to me by a friend of yours that this was not your first offense. You’d done this kind of thing before. What I always wonder is why didn’t the person who told me this evilness about you after you violated me, had not told me before? Why had he not warned me, so I could stay the fuck away from you. Did he think I was ‘safe’ because I was gay?
No because in the sick and twisted world inside your fucked up mind. You befriended me, made out that me being gay was ‘no worries’ ‘all good’. But deep inside your darkness it was your mission to make me realise I was wrong to not like men, and the one ‘man’ to make this wrong, right was going to be you.
I’ll never forget the way you literally turned from ‘nice guy’ to psychopath in seconds. From offering me a lift to my car, due to leaving work sick, asking if I needed to go to a doctor, and then missing the turn for the cark park. The sound of the central locking of your doors, the electric windows being locked from the main control panel on the driver side door. The punches you unleashed on me, the threats to break my arm, then letting me know in no uncertain terms you were going to kill me, chop me up and scatter the pieces all over various parts of Australia. That I’d ‘never be found. I can smell the interior of your car still to this day, your eyes with no soul behind them. People spout statistics that if you’re going to be assaulted there is a high probability that it will be by someone you know and trust. I was in the category of ‘the people I’m friends with, would NEVER do something like that’ you did. You’re a cold fuck, who deserves to rot a slow and very painful death.
I’ve had many fights over my time. But the punch I manage to land in your face is still to this day the best one ever. I would break both hands over and over again if it meant I got to inflict some pain back onto you.
Five long years have passed, your ‘good behavior bond’ has finished, as has the terms of the five year AVO. I know this much. If you come anywhere near me, you won’t get off as ‘lightly’ as you did this time five years ago, I’m a very different person now. Different because that ‘goodness’ I had inside me was stolen by you, and I will never get that back.
You are a worthless oxygen thief. I sincerely hope you stop breathing soon.
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