Green Globes

From Stupendous Dude (with my own comments italicised and bracketed);

Those born in November are trustworthy and loyal (with small amounts of money, hehe); Very passionate and dangerous (what dangerous – I’ve never been on a motorcycle, ever); Wild at times, knows how to have fun (usually the best kind in pajamas while lounging in front of the TV). Sexy and mysterious (re: pajamas). Everyone is drawn to your inner and outer beauty and independent personality (if I don’t comment you all will say I’m perasaan).

Playful but secretive (sounds like a personals ad) - very emotional and temperamental sometimes (make that a LOT of the time). Meets new people easily and very social in a group (of people that I know, I’m not running for President). Fearless (when not around bees) and independent; can hold their own. Stands out in a crowd; essentially very smart ( no, I’m not stupod   ). Usually the greatest men are born in this month (hello, we aren’t in the 15th century, wouldn’t you consider Marie Curie great?? She died so you guys could play with more nuclear energy). If you ever begin a relationship with someone from this month, hold on to them for they are one of a kind (damn straight).

Thanks for that SD 

In other news;

We helped a friend babysit two kids over the weekend. I don’t know how parents do it day after day hour after hour. All we did for an hour was run after them as they crawled and bit and screamed and chewed everything on sight. We learnt in developmental psych one year that that’s how babies get a sense of their surroundings because their sense of touch and sight isn’t fully developed yet, they try to stick everything into their mouths.

I don’t know how much little Chante would have been able to sense by repeatedly trying to stick the sole of my Vincci sandal into her mouth but it wouldn’t have been very informative except to tell her that I had gone to the beach earlier in the day…

And AJ wouldn’t stop yelling and he wouldn’t eat his dinner until we realised that it wasn’t that he was being difficult, he just preferred grapes to sausages! And he didn’t want to go to toilet, he just wanted his own towel! So, yeah, we spent about two hours helping her chase, catch, bathe, dress and feed two kids and then spent the rest of the night catching our breath and reevaluating how many kids we actually wanted in the future.

I had personally always wanted three but that number was slowly dwindling down to zero. 

At the end of that we just sat there watching Alice in Wonderland while AJ chewed on his grapes in his fire truck pajamas and Chante crawled around in just her pampers and a t-shirt (having not allowed us to put anything else on her) sampling everything in sight from the cinders in the fireplace to the DVD player.

Then, Chante saw her 3 year old brother eating those curious green globes and decided she wanted them for herself. She grabbed out for one and promptly stuck a whole grape down her 11 month old mouth.

Immediately 4 grown girls sprang towards her, besieged with fear of a choking child when she opened her mouth and showed us a partially chewed grape. With relief, I stuck out my hand to get her to spit out the grape and she spat alright, but without the grape. 

When she tried to grab for another one, Kiki tried to break the grape into quarters so that she could eat it but before she could feed it to Chante, AJ stopped her and broke a grape of his own and fed it to his sister. And the 4 of us watched and for just a second, we couldn’t believe our eyes and there was silence. Of course then came the appreciative coos and “awwwws” and the mad scurry for the camera so that we could record it, to which AJ happily obliged, but the fact of the matter was, having witnessed that just made it all real.

You slave and slave and you think it makes no difference and you want to tear your hair out, but those tiresome little cookie monsters are actually little human beings and they are learning and modelling everything they knew of their world from what they could see and taste and touch and feel.

That was my Hallmark moment.

I’m still a sucker for kids, but then again, I know if I ever have them, they are going to be at least 4 years apart and nothing more than 3.

This one is for Bridget, Runey & Kiki – my power sisters, you guys rocked house yesterday. This also goes out to all of you who personally know what I’m talking about when I say hair-tearing and cookie monster!

Enough procastinating – I have a WHOLE daybook to fill and it’s staring back at me with dull empty white pages…arghhhhhhhhhhh

Happy weekend babies…

Ahem. Barbie update :)

“You don’t worry, you don’t worry, ‘cuz darlin’ you got so much soul!” Soul – Matchbox 20

Listening to: 24 – Switchfoot

Currently Reading: The Skeleton Crew – Stephen King.

Firstly, Stephen K. Amos is mad funny. I couldn’t stop myself laughing, doubled over when we went to see him at the Fringe comedy festival two weeks ago. I was highly dissapointed that Arj Barker cancelled his Aussie tour but really, Stephen K. Amos is gold! Of course there was your typical (probably) drunk heckler that had to be escorted out when she (yes, she!) got too verbally abusive and disruptive. Really, if you’re going to watch some standup comedy, expect to get slightly offended – if you’re not prepared for that, get up and leave. No one is dancing around in front of you threatening to burn your face off if you do (or something equally violent).

Get.Up.And.Fucking.Leave.

That’s pretty elementary I think. But when you start to heckle the comedian and disrupt the show for the rest of the audience, you’re just asking for it. Especially for the unanimous applause she recieved when she was escorted out.

The Easter barbie (Aussie for barbeque, hehe) at Kiki’s was a success. There was SO much food. (As per usual, click to enlarge to maximise salivation effects)

Yeah and that wasn’t including the chicken wings, lamb chops and mash potatoes that’s not very visible in this picture. Granted we got a bit carried away   But what’s the point of a barbie otherwise, hey?

In the end, all you want are happy campers…Ahem.

 No, they couldn’t have taken a greedier pic of me.    

 Runey,Mimi, Kiki & YY

 Stupendous Dude -SD(I wasn’t being rude, check out her sausage!) 

 Nish,Kiks, Ian & YY

L-R: Meems, SD (doing her best hostage impression), Runey and Corona  & Prissyrella

So of course we want the before and after pics…you have the before (just above), these are the after pics, about 4 hours after the barbeque. Once the last kebab had been polished off and the last fingers had been licked, this is what was left:

 and

But hey, with good food, good music and great company - we couldn’t have ended up happier or fuller.

Emancipate Myself

You know how sometimes the words of the song is better than its beat? Listen to both on this one. If you wanna free yourself from someone or something, this is your anthem.

It spells one word : rawk.

 Emancipate Myself – Thirsty Merc

Every breath you t..

As if I’d sing that song to you,
you probably think you deserve it at the present time
But if only you knew how you treated me
when we were together then you might understand.

Remember the time you made me wait for a month when you had exams,
which I was cool about but then the night you finished you barred me from all your plans
and you went out with other people.

Now I’ll always give you the benefit of the doubt
and I think there’s enough natural maturity floating around for
the tension and release time to even out between two people like you and me.

And I’ve been thinking and since we’ve broken up
I’ve realised things were mostly in your favour
and a normal person wouldn’t put up with this
but for some stupid reason I don’t wanna move on.

And now I’m stuck in a moment
It’s bad for my health
Well I’m gone
If I don’t emancipate myself

Now I gotta say that all of this is coming down on me like a tonne of bricks at this present time,
I don’t have much cash,
I’m just trying to figure out the rest of my life.

But I think a lot of people would agree that all you need is a feeling of freedom
and when you’re in emotional limbo, everything think about and do is filtered through that.

But I don’t wanna make you unhappy or jealous in any way
because ultimately in life it’s your own choice who you surround yourself with,
and I’m responsible for those things too.

And I’ve treated people badly at times in relationships
and maybe what you’re doing is some kind of payback for all those past lives,
but that also doesn’t change the fact that

Now I’m stuck in a moment
It’s bad for my health
Well I’m gone
If I don’t emancipate myself
There’s no spirit to find me
And no wishing well
Well I’m gone
If I don’t emancipate myself

Set me free
Alright
I’ve gotta get myself out of this thing
If its the last thing i ever do

So whatcha gonna do now?
What you gonna keep me hanging on or something are you?
You gonna keep me hanging on
You gonna keep me hanging on
You gonna keep me hanging on
You gonna keep me hanging on
You gonna keep me hanging on

‘Cos I have a feeling it’s all in my own mind and if i have anything to do with it
knowing me I enjoy putting myself through this kind of trauma to a degree, How ’bout you?
Thought so

Maybe you shouldn’t call me anymore because I need some time to get to know myself again,
then once again we say it’s final then I’m gonna miss you even more, even the most.

I don’t want you to know that I’m missing you,
yeah let’s establish even more communication breakdown and then wonder why later on
all the honesty and trust is gone between us.

Now I’m stuck in a moment
It’s bad for my health
Well I’m gone
If I don’t emancipate myself
There’s no spirit to find me
And no wishing well
Well I’m gone
If I don’t emancipate myself

Got to get out

Well this things been going on for too long baby

And i’ve got to do something for myself for a while

Cos you’ve been treating me so bad for so long
And it just can’t go on, it can’t go on.

Well I dont want you calling me on the telephone,
and I dont wanna see your face no more
Yeah thats right

 

Grip

I’ve been so skittish these past few hours and I don’t know why. First I was straining pasta and ended up spilling the whole thing down the sink. Murphy’s Law dictates that whatever can happen will happen  – and normally at the most unfortunate time for you. Again it proves true because I was ravenous at the moment. Then this morning I was using Kel’s hairdryer and that slipped out of my hands and started sparking, like red hot ambers! While I was staring down the nozzle…near death experience? Probably not quite but you get my gist. It doesn’t work anymore, sorry Kel  Must now make a trip to Harris’ Scarfe…

And just now I was stirring my coffee before I began fasting and as I reached to pick up the mug I ended up spilling a quarter of the coffee on my hands.

It’s not looking good and it’s only 10am.

Better not carry any babies today.

True Love in One Prayer

“I pray for them, I do not pray for the world but for those you gave me, for they belong to you. All I have is yours, and all you have is mine; and my glory is shown through them. And now I am coming to you; I am no longer in the world but they are in the world, Holy Father! Keep them safe by the power of your name, the name you gave me. I protected them and not one of them were lost. And now I am coming to you and I say these things in the world so that they might have my joy in their hearts in all its fullness. I gave them your message and the world hates them because they do not belong in the world just as I do not belong to the world. I do not ask you to take them out of the world, but I do ask you to keep them safe from the Evil One.

Dedicate them to yourself by means of the truth; your word is the truth. I send them into the world, just as you sent me into the world. And for their sake I dedicate myself to you in order that they, too, may be truly dedicated to you.

I pray not only for them, but also for those who believe in me because of their message. I pray that they may all be one, Father! May they be one in us, just as you are in me, and I am in you. May they be one that the world may be completely one, in order that the world may know that you sent me and that you love them as you love me.

Father! You have given them to me and I want them to be with me where I am, so that they may see my glory, the glory you gave me for you loved me before the world was made. Righteous Father! The world does not know you, but I know you and these know that you sent me. I made you known to them and I will continue to do so, in order that the love you have for me may be in them and so that I also, may be in them.”

John 18:9-16

And then this man created the ultimate act of love by dying for the world. He talked the talk and walked the walk – all the way to Calvary.

Soli Del Gloria – Johann Sebastian Bach

Random

This random sent me this message on Friendster :

“Hello, I am _____* from ______* How is Australia? What is your real name btw? And dun tell me you dun have email (like some stupiddo that tries to   cheat).”

Now after that lovely message, how can I possibly not reply?

And then I changed my shoutout to read, “Forwards are not on,” to imply that Friendster messaging accounts are not for copying and pasting forwarded emails which I absolutely abhore. The very next day someone sent me the longest forward in history…

Somebody is doing this just to annoy me.

*Name & country protected for my own protection and to save him further embarassment. Ooops, I’ve revealed gender…oh well, you figured that one out anyway  :D

Cheers.

Pendulum

Listening to: John Mayer ( wishing it was live) 

We say things to people all the time. Sometimes we truly mean them, sometimes we mean them at the time and sometimes we don’t mean them at all. We make all these promises and statements – “Omg I love you!” and “Let’s be BFFs!” or “This will never end, cross my heart and hope to die!”

Sometimes they work out. But when it doesn’t and you remember all those things you said and all those promises you made, it just makes you feel like a liar. Or worse, it makes you mistrust yourself and your future capabilities in making any more promises.

And then it makes you guilty. But then the reality of it all catches up with you and just makes you angry and you feel you deserve the right to be angry. It’s a vicious cycle. And as you can tell, by my disjointed sentences, that you end up living life like you’re a swinging pendulum – always moving between decisions wondering if you made the right one and then regretting the thought almost immediately.

It’s what you get when you’re raised to always put other people’s feelings before your own. Nonetheless, when do you make a stand and say that this time, you’re looking out for  numero uno?

If I couldn’t blog, I swear I’d die of repressed rage. Honestly, I might just self-combust and join Jordan.

Plus I’m totally regretting not going to watch John Mayer, a once in a lifetime opportunity and instead of being there rocking out hard and salivating, right now I am here, in my pjs. Not salivating.

Of all the things I’ve regretted (especially the Oh, Shit! poster), this is the one thing I know I will never get a second chance at. And apparently him and Jessica Simpson were spotted on Rundle Mall today, just 5 minutes away from my university. Of course I was holed up in a lab running a gel. 

And I don’t really care for Jessica but I would have staged a fainting fit just so I could receive immediate mouth-to-mouth Of course, knowing me, it would not have been staged. And it would have been given by a balding paramedic…

At least I have friends who has my back. Honestly, if there is one truth I will not deny, it is that. I know that I will never regret the day I met any of them; goodness knows I got their backs too. Okay so before you all excuse yourselves to barf, know that.

And that if John Mayer ever performs again, be it midnight on a Monday, I will be there with bells on.

You can bet your bottom dollar. I never back out on a second chance; and thank goodness for that – I almost always never strike when the iron is hot.

Here’s to a blessed Easter everyone.

xoxo