Root canalllll!!!!! Arrgghhh!!!!

Oh holy crap I'm so scared right now....
I'm going to have a root canal today.
I hate going to the dentist.

It was awful about a week ago, I had a cold, my period and a really sore tooth and jaw. Apparently I had an absess in my tooth.
But they gave me some antibiotics and painkillers and now I'm nearly all better.

Now I have to go and get a root canal.
Oh please pray for me......

I'm so scared...
But God is with me.
He'll make me safe.
Admittedly, I'm not sure how, but if I just lie there and don't bite the dentist I should be ok.
I just hope it doesn't hurt too much.
It can't be worse than the pain from the absess anyway.
Can it?

Well, pray for me please, like I said.

God Bless
:)

Well well well...

Well, it's been one whole month exactly since I last posted on here. Good grief.
I have nothing to say. I thought I would run out of things to say, and I have.
I have said more than I thought I would or could, though, so I feel kind of pleased with myself.

My cat got ill. I called her and she didn't come, so I went to look for her and she was limping and her ear was bleeding so I took her to the vet and had to pay nearly 200 bucks. Man, they milk you dry. She had been bitten by some other cat in the paw. I have medicine for her and she is going to be fine, folks! So don't you all worry now.

In other news... my cousin sent me this cute email. I bet nearly everyone's read it or one like it but I have no material for this blog so... I post this!

One Flaw In Women
By the time the Lord made woman, He was into his sixth day of working overtime.
An angel appeared and said, "Why are you spending so much time on this one?"
And the Lord answered, "Have you seen my spec sheet on her?
She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have over 200 movable parts, all replaceable and able to run on diet coke and leftovers, have a lap that can hold four children at one time, have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart -and she will do everything with only two hands."
The angel was astounded at the requirements. "Only two hands!? No way!
And that's just on the standard model? That's too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish."
" But I won't," the Lord protested. "I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can work 18 hour days."
The angel moved closer and touched the woman. "But you have made her so soft, Lord."
"She is soft," the Lord agreed, "but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."
"Will she be able to think?", asked the angel.
The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason and negotiate." The angel then noticed something, and reaching out, touched the woman's cheek.
"Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one."
"That's not a leak," the Lord corrected, "that's a tear!"
"What's the tear for?" the angel asked.
The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her love, her loneliness, her grief and her pride."
The angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything! Woman is truly amazing."
And she is!
Women have strengths that amaze men.
They bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry. They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous. They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up to injustice. They don't take "no" for an answer when they believe there is a better solution. They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards. They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding. Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left. They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors. They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you. The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning. They bring joy, hope and love. They have compassion and ideals.
They give moral support to their family and friends. Women have vital things to say and everything to give.
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,
IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.

I love this message. It makes me feel better about myself. But then I feel that it is ridiculously sentimental and stupid. I can never decide.

God Bless!
From me.

Voting. The intricacies of.

I just wanted to ask you if you can tell me why people at a certain age, say, from 25 onwards, become increasingly interested in politics?
I am 24 and I’m afraid that it’s been creeping up on me.
When I turned 21, I woke up on my birthday and thought to myself, ‘I think I might actually vote this election.’
This year was the elections, as everyone knows (in this country anyway) and I voted, but I didn’t want to.
I said I wasn't going to, and I tried not to, but I ended up in line somehow and also somehow ended up voting.
And the people I voted for, won.
This makes it worse.
Grit rubbed into the wound, as it were.
I am not pleased.
To cut a long story short, why do we even vote?
Apparently it doesn’t make a difference.
That’s what my non-voting friend told me, but then if it doesn’t make a difference, why did the party I voted for, win?
All the media said they would lose!!
Does this mean I am a magical voter?
Do I have super powers?
What a lousy superhero…
Votewoman. Can tick a box in a single bound.
Can stand in line patiently for hours.
No non-voting villain can stop her relentless voting.
Nope, doesn’t quite work.
Ok I’ll shut up now.
But I hope you see my point, and will answer my question.
By the year 2050. Because I know you are all so very busy.

:D

Me and Scott Adams are soul mates. Apparently.

Ok so I was reading my Dogbert newsletter, (got it from Dilbert.com, copyright Scott Adams 2005) and I read this stuff below.

MY OWN DILBERT BLOG
===================
When I see news stories about people all over the world who areexperiencing hardships, I worry about them, and I rack my brainwondering how I can make a difference.
So I decided to start my ownblog.
That way I won’t have time to think about other people.
People who are trying to decide whether to create a blog or not go through a thought process much like this:
1. The world sure needs more of ME.
2. Maybe I’ll shout more often so that people nearby can experience the joy of knowing my thoughts.
3. No, wait, shouting looks too crazy.
4. I know – I’ll write down my daily thoughts and badger people to readthem.
5. If only there was a description for this process that doesn’t involve the words egomaniac or unnecessary.
6. What? It’s called a blog? I’m there!

The blogger’s philosophy goes something like this: Everything that I think about is more fascinating than the crap in your head.
The beauty of blogging, as compared to writing a book, is that no editor will be interfering with my random spelling and grammar, my complete disregard for the facts, and my wandering sentences that seem to go on and on and never end so that you feel like you need to take a breath and clear your head before you can even consider making it to the end of the sentence that probably didn’t need to be written anyhoo.

If that doesn’t inspire you to read my blog, I don’t know what will.
You can find the Dilbert Blog at
http://dilbertblog.typepad.com/

Yay Scott!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I knew we were soulmates. Somewhat corroded souls, but still perfectly servicable if you iron them out. You say all the things I am too polite or kind to say.
All of you Scott Adams fans, unite!!!!!!!!!
Go check out his blog!
I'm going to go and read it right now!

Bye!

Happy post!

Ok, most of my posts have been so depressing!
Bleah.
Um, sukiyaki, takoyaki, okinomiyaki!!!
Yay!!!!
I'm sure sukiyaki is nice, but I hate takoyaki. And I do very much like okinomiyaki.
What IS sukiyaki?????I don't know.
ok let's change it.
nigiriyaki, takoyaki, okinomiyaki!!!!
Ok, I do love yaki onigiri... but I don't think I put it right, I cheated and put it back to front.
And it's hard to say fast.
Stick with the original.
Whenever you're sad, just say this fast;'sukiyaki, takoyaki, okonomiyaki!!!!'
It's fun and it makes me smile.
Let's quote from Hamasaki Ayumi's new(ish) song, 'Catcher in the Light' (Is that a parody of 'the catcher in the rye'?)
The entire song is two lines.
But they sure are powerful.
nagamete iru dake ja
itsumademo te ni dekinai
nagamete iru dake ja
kimi no mono ni wa naranai

Translation:
If you only look
You will never get it
If you only look
It will never be yours

(I got these lyrics from this place: http://ayumi.primenova.com/lyrics.php)
Take that to heart. Not the url, the lyrics.
>_<
Bye!

*flu-ox, it sounds a little like flu-ox* >_<

So I was on this stuff, this anti-depressant for my 'mood disorder'.
Mood disorder, what kind of bollocks is that? I mean, I was very sad and angry a lot, cried at nothing, or everything, and wanted to kill myself. Felt like a piece of abc gum on the bottom of someone's shoe. Tired, no motivation. Sounded like depression to me. I go to the doctor at last. He calls it a 'mood disorder' and tells me there are lots of kinds of pills but there are cheap ones and expensive ones.
I asked him, 'Is there a difference in the quality?' He told me no! Good grief. I pay $3 for a pack of like 30 pills I think it was, and it's just as good as the $40 ones. 'They do the exact same thing.' He told me. I was quite surprised.
There, my life summed up quite well, like 3 years of my life all in one go.Went to uni, started on the meds, studied japanese, loved it, ran outta money, saw my loan, panicked and went home. Eventually got off meds. Ok, now it's summed up.
There were complications. A guy. Lost him damn quick. Friends made and now probably mostly lost. That guy... I wanted him to be something that he didn't want to be. He wasn't interested. But he was very kind, even if he was painfully self-absorbed.
I feel as if my whole life has been totally wasted. But then I look back and ignore what didn't happen and focus on what I learnt.
I have learnt a great deal. And I have finally recovered from my depression/mood disorder. I had it for YEARS, and never dared to think it might be something curable, I even convinced myself it wasn't real, it was just me being selfish and self-absorbed and imagining it all. It handicapped me severely. I am still actually trying to pick up the pieces. But some day I will stop, look at myself, and realise that I am whole again. I am on my way.
I could have made this a soft, melancholy thing, maybe even moving. But I am sick of melancholy. When you eat sleep, dream, breathe emotion from melancholy to serious despair every day for over 10 years, you get damn well sick of it and you just wanna either die so it's over, or you wanna get off your bum and do something about it.
It took my mother to tell me, to get me to realise and do something, and I praise God for the fact that my mother spoke to me that day. It literally changed my life.I won't tell you what she said, it is hazy now. But I am glad she said it.I still cry sometimes. But not every day. Not every week. It's so wonderful. I am free.
At last! Thank You God, because of You. And the pills.
My happy pills, as I used to call them.

Well, God Bless you.
I hope my sister is having a neat time in Fiji. I miss her.
I love you, imooto. And happy birthday again.
:)

a discovery.

Ok, I was at life-group last night. I think it's called life-group, you know how every 10 years or so, someone makes up new buzz-words and makes old things appear new to make more people want to do it. Happens all the time in the church. It's called 'contemporary' I think.
Anyway, I was at group, and they were talking about how the pastor had said that we need to act in faith.
And at first I thought, 'So? I know that, this is really baby stuff.' That shows you how conceited a person can get without realising! I didn't really know, I just thought I knew.
No, that's not quite what I mean. I mean; I knew, and know much. However most of it I do not understand properly. Once you truly understand something spiritual, you can actually do something about it, apply it to your life and reap results!
I knew this, but not until now did I ever understand. I can do it! I can actually do something constructive.
But back to what I learnt.
I learnt that Jesus can do a lot for a person, but in order for them to really start to experience miracles in their lives, people have to want something and believe, and then reach for it, and act on their faith, unflinchingly. I have been at the wanting believing stage, but never understood until now that I have to act on my faith! I have been told over and over, exactly this. However I never really understood. Until last night! It was amazing.
The verses they used to illustrate this are below.

Matthew 9
20 And, behold, a woman, which was diseased with an issue of blood twelve years, came behind him, and touched the hem of his garment:
21 For she said within herself, If I may but touch his garment, I shall be whole.
22 But Jesus turned him about, and when he saw her, he said, Daughter, be of good comfort; thy faith hath made thee whole. And the woman was made whole from that hour.

KJV www.bible.com

Now that doesn't seem like much, but it's simple. She wanted, she believed, she acted. It worked.
So many people don't really act, they just pray and wait for something to happen. You have to act!!!!!!!! Even if it's only a tiny step in the right direction. Jesus sees and he will help you.
Here is more evidence of the same thing.

Matthew 14
35 And when the men of that place had knowledge of him, they sent out into all that country round about, and brought unto him all that were diseased;
36 And besought him that they might only touch the hem of his garment: and as many as touched were made perfectly whole.

I could go on, but that's the bare bones of it. I want that for me. I want Jesus to see what I want, and see me act, and to go with me and His power to work for me.

Do you? If so, you know what you have to do now.

God Bless!
:)

This is my lovely sister. :) 

Mrowwww? 

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Personality:
• Artistic
• Independent
• Intelligent

My Interests:
• Eat
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My Sports:
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My Music:
• Alternative
• Christian/Gospel
• Classical
• Electronic/Techno
• Latin
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• Pop
• Punk
• R & B
• Rap/Hip-Hop
• Rock

What I'm Looking for: The perfect apple pie.
My Turn Ons: I'll tell you later

In My Own Words:
I am a genius. I am also an artist. I am a poet, a writer. I am quite abrasive. However since I am a recluse, this is ok, as people are usually spared my personality.

My Preferences:
My Party Style: Quiet Observer
My ideal place to live: In the Heart of the City
My sense of humor: Silly
My fashion sense: Not Winning any Fashion Awards.

My Q and A:
If I could be anywhere right now, I would be: At the dairy...
The celebrity I resemble most is: Rove McManus!!!!
The last great book I read: Anything by Wodehouse.


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That was my profile as I was forced to make it. However, if I had my way, it would be so much better. Never mind! I just love the image I got from someones website. I'll post it right now.

Cyborg name...

I entered my name into this thing and it came up with Robotic Electronic Being Engineered for Killing and Accurate Harm! What kind of name is that for a cute little cyborg like me???

Here's the link. Try it for yourself.

http://www.cyborgname.com/index.php?

Church troubles

Ok... so it seems that I still can't find the right church for me!
It's been months since I last wrote int his diary. I've been waiting for something ground-breaking to happen, but nothing has yet...
I have tried three churches since moving here and nothing doing!
The first church was a Presbytarian. A bit dull, and the people weren't friendly. They had such a hunger for God that I stayed for a few times, but in the end I gave up. They only took communion once a month or so, which was very disappointing. I liked the worship, and the preacher was ok. But he tended to make things a little too personal and tried to biase the church into his way of seeing things. I am not a friendly, open person. However, I wanted very much to make friends in this church because they all seemed sensible, friendly people. A couple were nice but most of them ignored me. It was quite frustrating. In the end I simply left. I'm sure nobody noticed and doesn't care. But what if I were a new Christian? To be ignored like that would certainly give me a bad impression of Christians and church. And most new Christians give up and go back to their old ways when nobody seems to care about them.

The second church was an open Brethren. This is quite an old-fashioned church. Most people wouldn't fancy it these days. This church doesn't agree with women speaking in the church, and women need to cover their hair. A whole bunch of ideas like that would put some modern Christians off. They sing hymns and study the Bible. They take communion every Sunday and this is very good. It's good to get back to fundamentals but it is also often run by older people and it is not very ... stimulating. The atmosphere is a bit oppressive. So I left that one too. A new Christian who joined that church would probably get followed up better because the open Brethren do tend to care a bit more than some other churches.

The third church is an Elim church. My sister suggested that I go there, as her friend's parents go. So I decided to try it. It seemed very nice. At first. However I soon noticed problems. These people are very nice... but they are very superficial in their attitude to church, and to how Christianity goes. I like them all so much! It makes me upset that this great gap is here. They don't take communion! They said that they do occasionally but I have been going for over a month now and still nothing yet. They read a lot of popular Christian books, listen to a lot of popular Christian music and base their worship on Hillsong and other popular contempory services. However there is almost nothing of the Bible. The only faultless book. Their preacher uses the Bible in his messages, which is a ray of hope. However, when I joined a 'small group' which is what they basically call a homegroup, (homegroup, cellgroup, lifegroup, small group, it's all the same, people changing the names to make it seem more special. Faddy!) but yes, when I joined a small group, I was assigned to a group of people mostly close to my age. However, I am very fond of them and it hurts to say - they are some of the most superficial people you could ever meet. They are all perfectly turned out. Well-dressed, well-made-up, charming, funny, natural people. But they gossip. They don't like to study the Bible as a group. We discuss the message from Sunday. And in the end, all we really do is play board games or talk about our lives and how we're doing. I have almost nothing in common with any of them. It's driving me insane. I'm avoiding church now. I am empty and I came to that church to be filled. I am not being filled.

I'm beginning to lose hope. Where is the church for me? I have no sense of purpose, or usefulness, of common ground. But I think that I have made a mistake. I used to avoid church when I was younger. I thought I didn't need other Christians to grow in God. The Bible says I do. I realised this, and for a while, I grew and matured in a church. At long last, I was happy. I felt fulfilled, content and safe.

Then I moved. Now I'm alone. I'm adrift. I had gone from one extreme to the other. From skipping church to grasping it and looking to church to fix me. And I realise that God is trying to teach me a powerful and painful lesson. It is not the people in the church that help you grow, it is God. No matter where I go, I will always be empty if I try to get people to fill me. Only God can fill me. Thank You, God in Your wisdom, for teaching me.

It's not over. I will try to stay at this church. I will join some helper group, maybe children's church. Or the cafe helpers. And I can't rely on imperfect people in an imperfect world to help me to grow. It's between God and me. And I mustn't judge these people. I don't even want to know how I appear to them. I need to learn to get past the fact that they are different and concentrate on what God has to say to me.

God Bless you. :)

I AM

14 And God said unto Moses, I AM THAT I AM: and he said, Thus shalt thou say unto the children of Israel, I AM hath sent me unto you.
(KJV)

3:14 And God said unto Moses, I n AM THAT I AM: and he said, Thus shalt thou say unto the children of Israel, I AM hath sent me unto you.
(n) The God who has always been, am, and shall be: the God almighty, by whom all things have their being, and the God of mercy, mindful of my promise.
(Geneva Study Bible)

v. 13. 1. He supposes the children of Israel would ask him, What is his name? This they would ask either, (1.) To perplex Moses: he foresaw difficulty, not only in dealing with Pharaoh, to make him willing to part with them, but in dealing with them, to make them willing to remove. They would be scrupulous and apt to cavil, would bid him produce his commission, and probably this would be the trial: "Does he know the name of God? Has he the watch-word?’’ Once he was asked, Who made thee a judge? Then he had not his answer ready, and he would not be nonplussed so again, but would be able to tell in whose name he came. Or, (2.) For their own information. It is to be feared that they had grown very ignorant in Egypt, by reason of their hard bondage, want of teachers, and loss of the sabbath, so that they needed to be told the first principles of the oracles of God. Or this question, What is his name? amounted to an enquiry into the nature of the dispensation they were now to expect: "How will God in it be known to us, and what may we depend upon from him?’’ 2. He desires instructions what answer to give them: "What shall I say to them? What name shall I vouch to them for the proof of my authority? I must have something great and extraordinary to say to them; what must it be? If I must go, let me have full instructions, that I may not run in vain.’’ Note, (1.) It highly concerns those who speak to people in the name of God to be well prepared beforehand. (2.) Those who would know what to say must go to God, to the word of his grace and to the throne of his grace, for instructions, Eze. 2:7; 3:4, 10, 17. (3.) Whenever we have any thing to do with God, it is desirable to know, and our duty to consider, what is his name. IV. God readily gives him full instructions in this matter. Two names God would now be known by:— 1. A name that denotes what he is in himself (v. 14): I am that I am. This explains his name Jehovah, and signifies, (1.) That he is self-existent; he has his being of himself, and has no dependence upon any other: the greatest and best man in the world must say, By the grace of God I am what I am; but God says absolutely—and it is more than any creature, man or angel, can say— I am that I am. Being self-existent, he cannot but be self-sufficient, and therefore all-sufficient, and the inexhaustible fountain of being and bliss. (2.) That he is eternal and unchangeable, and always the same, yesterday, to-day, and for ever; he will be what he will be and what he is; see Rev. 1:8. (3.) That we cannot by searching find him out. This is such a name as checks all bold and curious enquiries concerning God, and in effect says, Ask not after my name, seeing it is secret, Jdg. 13:18; Prov. 30:4. Do we ask what is God? Let it suffice us to know that he is what he is, what he ever was, and ever will be. How little a portion is heard of him! Job 26:14. (4.) That he is faithful and true to all his promises, unchangeable in his word as well as in his nature, and not a man that he should lie.
(Matthew Henry Complete)

Two names God would now be known by. A name that denotes what he is in himself, I AM THAT I AM. This explains his name Jehovah, and signifies, 1. That he is self-existent: he has his being of himself. 2. That he is eternal and unchangeable, and always the same, yesterday, to-day, and for ever. 3. That he is incomprehensible; we cannot by searching find him out: this name checks all bold and curious inquiries concerning God. 4. That he is faithful and true to all his promises, unchangeable in his word as well as in his nature; let Israel know this, I AM hath sent me unto you. I am, and there is none else besides me. All else have their being from God, and are wholly dependent upon him. Also, here is a name that denotes what God is to his people.
(Matthew Henry Concise)

3:14
And God said - Two names God would now be known by.
A name that speaks what he is in himself, I am that I am - This explains his name Jehovah, and signifies, 1st, That he is self - existent; he has his being of himself, and has no dependence upon any other. And being self - existent he cannot but be self - sufficient, and therefore all - sufficient, and the inexhaustible fountain of being and bliss. 2dly, That he is eternal and unchangeable, always the same, yesterday to - day, and for ever: he will be what he will be, and what he is. 3dly. That he is faithful and true to all his promises, unchangeable in his word as well as in his nature, and not a man that he should lie. Let Israel know this, I am hath sent me unto you.
A name that speaks what he is to his people. Lest that name I am should puzzle them, he is farther directed to make use of another name of God, more familiar.
(Wesley’s Explanatory Notes)

I am that i am
A name of deity Exodus 3:14; Revelation 1:4,11,17
(Nave’s Topical Bible)

Exodus 3:14 (King James Version)And God said unto Moses, I AM THAT I AM: and he said, Thus shalt thou say unto the children of Israel, I AM hath sent me unto you.
I AM hath
6:3 Job 11:7; Psalms 68:4; 90:2 Isaiah 44:6; Matthew 18:20; 28:20 John 8:58
2 Corinthians 1:20; Hebrews 13:8; Revelation 1:4,8,17; 4:8
(Treasury of Scripture Knowledge)

I asked a nice person from mechon-mamre.org to translate a hebrew text for me, so that I could see it in hebrew and english. Here is their reply and thank you www.mechon-mamre.org!


Exodus 3:14
Hebrew
ינבל רמאת הכ רמאיו היהא רשא היהא השמ-לא םיהלא רמאיו :םכילא ינחלש היהא לארשי

Translit
va.yo.mer e.lo.him el-mo.she eh.ye a.sher eh.ye va.yo.mer ko to.mar liv.nei yis.ra.el eh.ye she.la.kha.ni a.lei.khem:

English
And God said unto Moses: 'I AM THAT I AM'; and He said: 'Thus shalt thou say unto the children of Israel: I AM hath sent me unto you.'

taken from:
http://www.levsoftware.com/verses.htm
where you can get any verse and choose the rules of transliteration.

shalom,
The Webmaster

I repeat, thank you! You may never see this... in fact you probably never will but once again, thanks! I love it when people are nice! Internet manners!

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recidivist (noun)
a confirmed criminal.

My new favourite word. ^_^

But yes, I used to, for fun only, describe my occupation as that of ‘a vagrant’.
However my nana’s brother’s wife, my great aunt, didn’t think it was funny.
We were at my nana’s funeral and she asked me what I did for a living.
‘I’m a vagrant.’ I replied, giggling somewhat attractively.
I guess it wasn’t an attractive enough giggle.
Perhaps laughing at a funeral isn’t ‘done’…
I have just realised what I said!
How could I have laughed at my nana’s funeral?????????
Arrrrrgh I’m heartless… Oh well, it’s done now…
No, it was at the family gathering afterwards.
That’s right. Not quite as awful…

Anyway here is a list of some of my favourite words.

Vagrant.
Twit.
Recalcitrant.
Vagabond.
Charlatan.
Disgruntled.
Maverick.
Recidivist.
Jelly.
Indulge.
Retort.
Savaged.
Brilliance.
Altruism.
Aesthete.
Excellence.

Now I shall make these words into a story.
‘Charlatan!’ cried the vagrant in a disgruntled manner. ‘That vagabond wouldn’t know a savaged twit if it hit him in his head!’ The maverick nodded glumly, but with brilliance. ‘I’m a recalcitrant recidivist, and even I feel he took things too far.’ He agreed. ‘Jelly!’ was the aesthete’s only jeering retort. ‘Oh fine then.’ He said, offended. ‘Indulge in your altruism with excellence by yourself from now on.’

But I waste time. Oh well, time means nothing online. Things seem to happen before you realize, and then they will eventually happen again so it’s not worth worrying about.

I dedicate this entry to my friend Reuben. You know who you are. >_<

Have a nice diurnal anomaly.

For my sick cousin

Hello! I'm sick too! Although you seem worse.
Cheer up! God will heal us. I hope!
I want to get out of the house, I'm getting that thing that people get when they're housebound. What's it called? Cabin fever! Thats it!
Yeah... so here we are...
Ok so um, erm... I'll tell you a story!
Once there was a carrot and a potato.
I get to be the potato!
So the carrot said to the potato, 'LETS GO TO THE
and the potato said 'HUYTFD,M;
AND THEn trhy all loved happily ever ater.
th ensd/.

My cat...

Well, it's been a while since I told you about my cat, Grayce. In fact, I can't remember if I ever told you about her at all.
She is a gray possibly-persian. With some tiny bits of white on her chest and tummy. Her tummy has all curly, crimpy fur on it! >_<
I love patting her, except she gets very testy and scratches me about 2 out of 10 times so I have to be careful. She is very moody like me.
I suppose we were meant for each other. The moment I saw her, I just loved her so much!
The ladies at the SPCA warned me, 'Be careful, she's very shy and scared.' But when she saw me, she just sat there and started to mew and mew so loudly that my heart went out to her. Her mewing seemed so piteous I couldn't leave her there. (They had shut her in the loo to keep her away from the other cats because she was scared of them.)
I took her home. She hated all of our other cats and they used to pick on her so she used to hide all day and only come out for meals. I had to stand by her to protect her while she ate so that the others wouldn't take her food.
Basically, I feel badly for her because she was so picked on by all the others.
It's kind of my fault, when we had like 7 other cats, to just take her home and leave her to it.
Anyway I moved out and took her with me to make a long story short, and she has blossomed a little at a time.

Or did... until we got the kitten. She hates my flatmate's kitten, Honey. She likes the presence of another cat but hates the fact that Honey always wants to play. She hits her and stuff. They'll get over it when Honey learns to be respectful I hope...
Ah well, that's life, right? If its not one thing, its another.

God bless.
:D

Wow, it's been like, 2 whole months!

I read in the paper today that a paedophile had just finished his jail term and was settling down in a town called Blackball (good grief what a name) with his wife. Certain ‘public spirited citizens’ found out who he was and allegedly chased him out. They demonstrated in front of his house until he was forced to leave. That makes me sick. Who do these people think they are?
I can’t stand the fact that people set themselves up to do something nasty and vicious and then justify it by saying, ‘Well, he doesn’t belong here.’ Or ‘I don’t want someone like that living near me.’ How dare they? I bet they feel smug and self-satisfied and everyone pats them on the back about it.
But what did they do? They harassed a man who committed a crime, a reprehensible, sickening crime, but he paid for it. By law. He is supposed to be rehabilitated. He did his time, he deserves to live the rest of his life. Give him a break! What if that was YOU? All they did was bully someone when they had a chance. And everyone congratulated them too. Makes me feel ill.
I’ve been a bully. I realised it and tried not to do it again. I still feel shame about it. It is one of the basest forms of human nature. It’s human nature to pick on someone else, so that you don’t have to think about what a low-down person you are. Bullies pick on others because then they feel better about themselves, yes? Everyone spouts that stuff all the time. I’ve been a bully and I’ve been bullied. It’s just a vicious form of social hierarchy. You assert yourself aggressively and try to justify it any way you can, so that you are ‘in the right’. But really, you aren’t. There is nothing that can justify treating someone who is in every way your equal, as lower than you. That is very cruel. And everyone on this earth is your equal. Sorry, all you people out there who think of yourselves as ‘good’ or better than others. You aren’t.
The justice system is often unfair because if you have enough money or connections, you can get out of doing your full deserved term. However, the justice system is what we are supposed to go by, to obey and believe in. It’s not perfect, not by far, but it is all we have.
Those people judged him. They decided that the law wasn’t good enough, basically. They stuck their noses in and interfered. I don’t have every fact of this scenario at hand but really! How long is he going to have to pay for this? What if he is cured or rehabilitated?
How can you judge others if you are not perfect? I mean it!
You, the person reading this, you have some ‘secrets’. Oh yes you do. You’ve done or said some things you hope nobody ever knows about. You’ve got some skeletons in your closet, no matter how small or big you think of them as. To God, you are the same as this paedophile. So am I. So is the Pope, Ben Affleck, Condoleeza Rice, (did I spell her name right? I hope so…) anyone else on this earth.
I know it’s easy for me to sit here, unaffected by this paedophile’s crimes. I don’t know him, or a victim, I don’t live near his town. If he was my neighbour, I would feel weird. I would worry if I had children. But – I would also take steps. I would make sure I knew where my kids were, I’d make sure I had people to support me, I’d probably even try to meet the man’s wife and sound them out a little to see what they were like. He’s not invincible and he can’t be everywhere. The police know where he is, for goodness sake.
He’s not going to creep into my house and ‘get’ my kids. He’s just one man!
People are people. Why would he commit another crime and get hauled off to jail again? I believe he is 65 years old, as far as I can remember. He’s not exactly got much time left. If he went back to jail he probably wouldn’t see the light of the outside again in his lifetime.
The paper states with seeming carelessness that the man moved to Christchurch. Thank you, press. Could we have his forwarding address please? You might as well! I just love the way the press ruin lives on a daily basis. They’re also bullies of a sort. Basically, this guy will probably be hounded again by more ‘public spirited citizens’.
I do NOT condone this person’s crimes, ok? I am not namby-pamby. I would not like to be near this guy, I mean, paedophiles are sick creepy people.
However they are still human. God loves them the same amount that he loves you. So suck on that! You’re no better!
You have no right to think that you are.
So, now that I’ve given you some sunny thoughts for the day, see you!

God bless you all!
:)

Odd facts.

I have decided that this diary, although good for me to express my FEELINGS with a capital 'F', is not a happy one. And we like happiness, don't we, Bob? Yes we do, Sammy. We do indeed.

Therefore, I shall publish an odd or stupid fact which I get from packaging of sanitary towels by .
Don't ask, just nod and smile, nod and smile.

Here is number one!

Althaiophobia is a fear of marshmallows.

Ha! Thats an odd one.

God Bless you! In all that you do!

(I made a rhyme... >_<)

:)

Go to guimp.com. It is unusual. Sort of...

Been here? You should go.
It's very cute, very original. However it is also very .... well, you'll see.
www.guimp.com
I liked it but it is - well, not for everyone.
Nice to be tactful.
www.rathergood.com is also neat. I like it a lot... heheheheheheheh.....

Anyway..... my Japanese teacher has gone, or will be gone very soon. Back to Japan...
I'll miss you Takako-san! And you too, Risa-chan and Hinako-chan...
Won't miss you though Tom.... never met you... oh well!
They promised to write. Maybe they even will.

I hardly ever write. I'd rather e-mail. It's faster and easier.
I love books though. They say technophiles hate anything non-software but I never really was a technophile. Nothing can beat a good tasty meal in the sun with a good book in the hand to read and savour in your mind. After all, a good book is the equivalent of a good meal. I love computers... I love gaming. I love messing around on my PC but lets face it, if I only loved that, I'd be pretty one-dimensional as a person, wouldn't I? I don't love it enough to drop everything else and get really good at it.

Although this blog is fun to type in and feel all secretive and bold at the same time.
If you're reading this, congratulations! Nobody else is! Yay!!!!
It's quite special. I am shouting my thoughts into a crowd of voluble, (did I spell that right?) articulate, infinitely more interesting, witty and clever thoughts and opinions. I am a drop in a sparkling, colourful, constantly moving ocean. If I stop, who will know? Who will care? Nobody. This is true freedom of speech.

They have outlawed speaking out against homosexuality now, under a freedom of speech and freedom of rights act. How is that freedom of speech? A preacher was thrown in jail for 'hate speech' for speaking out against homosexuality. Interesting. Because he spoke the truth, he got thrown in jail...
Say these truths with me.

'Hospital food is bad!'

'Red means stop!'

'It'll never get better if you keep picking at it!'

'The All-Blacks are the best rugby team in the universe!'

'That's my drink you just took.'

'Lawyer means liar!'

These truths will soon also be outlawed.
Parents will not be allowed to tell their children the truth. The world will continue as it has always been, because most parents already lie to their children all the time.
Children, listen to me.
There is no stork. There is no easter bunny. There is no tooth fairy. Woofy did not go to a nice farm somewhere too far away to visit. Fluffy did not find a nice old lady to live with. Your dad probably ran her over when he came home late one night from a bar. Your parents probably DO have the money, they just don't want you to have it. And your mother does know where all your old favourite stuff is. She threw it away.
However, Santa is real.
Oh, and by the way, the reason your parents don't want you to eat between meals is because you really would NOT have room for dinner and your mum/dad worked their butts off to make the damn meals so you'd better be damn grateful because I have to make my own meals every day now and it is not FUN! Appreciate what you have.

The end.
And always wear sunscreen. :)

God bless you everyday in every way.
Tensai