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2月14日 My ValentineIn the shadows of the dark 10月3日 Why do I always fall off?Novice here, reporting in. Let me say "OW" covered in bruises from Sunday, out riding the CR with lots of stacks. When will I stop falling off? 9月18日 I'm not that old... Am I?I’m not THAT old... Am I????
Well one would assume not... I mean 26, that's not old... right? It all started with a skin check... The doctor says I have nothing to worry about, and hands me a phamplet... "SEBORRHOEIC KERATOSES" I can't pronounce it, and I'm not even gonna try. But basically it states... "Seborrhoeic keratosis are harmless, brown, slightly raised growths that give the appearance that they are sitting loosley on the skin. They are one of the most common skin blemishes, some people refer to them as 'the barnacles of old age' (did anyone else say that in their head with a pirate accent? I know I did). It goes on... They are age-related, they are rare under 40 years of age and usually start to appear after 50 years. By the age of 60, almost everyone has a few seborrhoeic keratosis. So while my friends are getting wrinkles, I get an ugly sultana like bump on my skin. GRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSS! I want a refund! 8月30日 Lunar EclipseHow awesome was it?! I'm wishing I had a tripod coz my pix would have been so much better! 8月1日 On Crack?Aright... Update. I've moved out of home right (third time lucky)... into a block of 5 units, three on the bottom, two on top. I’m the third one on the bottom. I've met to date, only the neighbours from unit 1... Well the chick anyway. Her name's Melinda. My guess is that she'd be late teens early 20's... who knows. When I first met her, she was at the washing machine placed in the communal carport area, when I rolled in, in my car her boyfriend took off and I caught the end of her sentence when I turned off the engine... "don't be so rude, come say hi". Pleasantries were exchanged, and we’d formally met. I notice that they carry their washing in a shopping trolley that they’ve ripped off from Woolworths, which they push – no shit about 4m to where it’s hung out… A bit weird, but I can handle that.
A few days later, they’re leaving to go out and the guy gives me like a really scary death stare, the kind of look that Carrie gets when she’s about to start a fire… I’m kinda freaked out about this… it’s like he’s telepathically was telling me to watch my back and if I don’t lock my door he’s going to kill me while I’m sleeping. (Weird!)
Fast forward 2 weeks. In the communal carport, there’s five spaces and about a 2m gap in front of all the cars where there’s a washing machine in to the right and kinda in front of my car space and then two more washing machines down the end far left. Car spaces are divided by support poles, otherwise, it’s pretty open. I park my bike in front of my car as close to the wall as possible beside one of the washing machines which has the shopping trolley next to that. Beside my bike is my yellow bucket (well it’s Katies bucket really) and it’s got in the bucket some carwash and the likes inside.
I came home on Saturday to find that someone had ripped off the bucket and tipped the contents out onto the cement floor where I park my bike. Coz I was on my bike, I had to get off, move the stuff against the wall and then park my bike where I normally do. RUDE MUCH! I mean who knocks off a bucket worth like $1.20???
When I leave later that afternoon, I find the bucket which has been left outside my window on the ground near where unit 1 park their car. They don’t park their car in the carport coz their spot is filled with junk like mattresses and drawers and stuff, because they have the unit down the end, they park their car out front of their unit.
Now, I don’t mind that they have used the bucket, but you’d think they’d have enough respect to at least return it. Actually, I’m just putting it down to the fact that they are rude, disrespectful people, because 1 they emptied my stuff onto the floor with no regard, and 2 they never returned the bucket back from where they borrowed it from.
Am I being anal here?
OK now, that’s not the best part! The best part is last night at about 11:40pm. I hear a ball bouncing outside my window and I hear people laughing and talking loud.
It’s 11:40pm on a Tuesday night. I listen intently for about 5 minutes, I’m not imaging it. It’s outside my window and there’s people and there’s a ball.
What the fuck? Are they serious?
I peer outside the blinds, it’s pitch black, I can’t see much. The noise continues and I’ve had enough!
I open my front door and no shit they’re in the garden about 1m away crouched down, Melinda has like a small plastic racquet in her hand and they’re looking in the garden for something?
I say: “are you guys like throwing a ball around out here???” Melinda: “no, we’re playing cricket” (of course you are!)
Me: (Are you on crack?) “Can you please NOT do that because I have to work tomorrow and you’re playing like right outside my window! Not COOL guys!”
Melinda: “OK, we’re really sorry”
I repeat… am I being too anal here??????? 7月30日 The GiftI painted a pic of Chads dog for a pressie for him, needless to say, he loved it. When the dog saw it on the wall, he kept barking at it... so funny! 7月16日 My Coffee Cup!Ok if you haven't been clued in yet, go to blog entry made on 29th May RE: My Coffee Cup.
I was given this link this morning of my cup... living the dream somewhere in Singapore, I believe...
KUDOS BOYS! It's a Small World After All...So I’m at work on Saturday night, flogging the new Smirnoff & Guarana drink, talking to these two young blokes that I’ve never met before in my entire life…
Me: So, besides going out and drinking, what else to do you like doing?
Guy: Oh, I like bikes.
Me: Oh really? Motorbikes?
Guy: Yeah.
Me: What kinda bike do you have
Guy: CBR250
Me: R or RR??
Guy: ?? do you like bikes???
Me: yeah I love them!
Guy: *pause, & looks at me real hard for like 20 seconds* wait, are you… Are you Miss-B???
Me: WOAH! Yes, how did you know?????????
Guy: I’m you’re #1 fan!
Me: OMG! From myspace! How freaky!
I’m you’re #1 fan is a complete random added to my friends list on myspace! How freaky! SMALL WORLD!
Does anyone else have a story like this????? Please share! 6月26日 Two Stroke -v- Four StrokeAlright so salesmen aren't really all that helpful when it comes to answering your questions about buying a dirt bike... seems they just wanna sell you a bike at top frieight and don't really care about much else, so I need help if you know anything about dirt bikes... I need your opinion/advice/past experience ANYTHING!!!! I'm going buy a dirt bike (yeah i know, been talking about it for a while, but it's a tough decision!)... I've narrowed it down between an 06 CRF150F (four stroke) and a 04 CR85 (two stroke). And I know I want a Honda (staff discount on parts etc). A few people far say to me... don't buy a two stroke you'll kill yourself... but to me that just sounds like more fun! LOL I'm not racing it. Recreational riding... black duck etc... just for fun and more importantly thrills. PS... I'M FULL NOVICE! (well... apart from riding road) Pro's & Con's - I've gathered so far (and yeah i'm gonna be girlie here) CRF150F PROs - electric start, less maintenance & cheap, easy to ride, easy to learn on CONs - can't really bling it up, hard to get different plastics and i'll probably get bored of it, four strokes cost more to rebuild, seems less challenging will probably have to sell and upgrade within 12 months CR85 PROs - less to rebuild, can buy heaps of jewellery 4 it, looks like fun (lol) will less likely want to upgrade CONs - more maintenance 6月18日 PoemEarly before the sun rises 5月29日 My Coffee CupAt work, I have a coffee cup.
It's white with red writing. It's a coffee cup that was given to me by my dad, it's branded with his work company logo.
"Transmission Australia"
I use and wash this coffee cup every day.
The boys that I work with, think that it's funny to hide my coffee cup.
My cup has been cupnapped!
It's been missing for 48 hrs, and when I investigate this further. I am given the following clues...
Box 11 has me stumped. Upon further questioning of suspects, I am informed that... My coffee mug is currently in transit to Singapore. Apparently, I will be receiving photographic evidence. Thanks guys. 5月17日 Mouse in the House!Right so Tuesday night, I’m relaxing in my room, on my bed… watching a bit of TV when I hear this really soft scratching type noise. I press ‘mute’ on the telly and the noise continues and the whole time I’m thinking “WTF is that noise”, and it dawns on me… it’s the sound of a mouse scratching around under my bed… OMG EWW!!! I’m out of there so fast and banging on my sisters door yelling at her to come out coz there’s a freaking mouse in my room. She yells at me, “What do you want me to do about it? You wanna sleep between me and Kenny or something?”
I’m like… “Well… yeah, coz I aint sleeping in there!”
OK so all I hear for the next 5 minutes is them laughing their asses off at me. L gee, thanks guys L
They come out to investigate… They listen intently.
Nothing.
Stupid mouse, too scared to come out and play now that I got back up here, aren’t you?
Mel (my sister) pulls out my bed and we find teeny tiny pieces of mouse poo behind my bed.
Gross. I dial Chad. “I’m coming to stay with you coz there’s a mouse in my room and there’s no way I’m sleeping in here while it’s still alive”
Great, another 5 minutes of laughter.
I pack my bag while precariously standing on my bed, trying hard not to stand on the floor unless absolutely necessary. I make Kenny and Mel wait in my room with me while I pack my bag, because I don’t want this thing jumping out and cornering me while I’m alone (I heard they do that you know).
I leave a note saying that I’m not coming back until it’s been captured, using any force necessary. We need to send a clear message to these animals that their sneakiness will NOT be tolerated.
By the way – for the record, this thing has been munching on my wheat bag for who knows how long! Yeah my $30 wheat bag, chewed a hole right through it! Sneaky squirrel. It owes me a new one!
Thursday, 17th May, 2007. I am informed at 0553 hours that 2 mice have been caught.
TWO!
So this mouse, has gone out and told his mates about this good deal on free food and accommodation! Damn freeloading hippies, get a job!
I swear, WHAT is this world coming too? 5月14日 Day FourteenI'm a failure! I cracked, crumbled and failed miserably. Over the weekend I ate two Danish pastries, part of a white chocolate easter egg, and a slice of choc macadamia cheesecake (for mother's day) I should just come to terms with the fact that I enjoy eating sweet delicious foods that are incredibly bad for me, I shall embrace this and enjoy it every day, rather than to deny myself these foods and deliberately set myself up for failure.
It's just better for everyone this way. 5月11日 Just Before DawnEyes closed, and it's dark Day ElevenFirstly, I’m going to admit to eating one square of dark mint lindt chocolate, 4 chocolate éclair lollies, one tim tam and having 3 redbulls in the past week. The Turkish delight bar is still intact on my desk and I have not eaten any cookies, chips or any substantial sweets in 11 days. I had switched to sugarfree redbulls but they taste like garbage so I’m back onto normal ones. Coffee has been a breeze, haven’t really thought about it once, but we’ll see how I feel tomorrow after I finish promo at the gold coast at 1am and have to be up again after only 4 hours sleep to work at Honda. I’ve been pretty good, considering there’s a lot of food I COULD have eaten, but chose not too. And then, it’s like “The Forces That Be” have looked down on me and laughed upon me, and waved their magic powers around and thought… “you know what, let’s mess around with this Becky girl”… Explanation = 10am this morning at work ‘ding dong’ the doorbell rings, I go down to investigate. There stands the devil, darker than you could ever imagine… he is posing as a 40-something year old man, average height, muscular build, better than average tan, greying hair, glasses and a smile. How dare he smile! He carries in his hands a snack tray. You know, the ones that work on the honesty system, $1.80 per item, 10% goes to charity… Oh yeah, forgot to mention that it’s one of those snack trays that is full of rocky road, chocolate bars, chips, extra large cookies, slices, muesli bars, lollies, liquorice allsorts and peanuts. Take your false smile Mr. Devil man. I hate you. I take the 1 week trial snack tray and whisk it off into the kitchen, I admire the contents briefly, I’m afraid that if I stare too long they will somehow end up in my hands, unwrapped and heading straight for my mouth. Only 20 more days of detox to go. 5月8日 Day EightOK, so I’m not perfect, but I am really proud of myself, despite the fact that I may have let myself slip… only slightly. Let me explain: Penny – the lovely cleaner at Pro Honda, brings in a variety of sweets every Saturday for the staff to indulge, and… well… I’m notorious for having at least ONE of everything! This Saturday, there were caramel scrolls, jam rolls, iced doughnuts, cookies galore and apple and cinnamon muffins. My mouth watered as I reached for a caramel scroll (a thick layer of caramel tempting me so devishly!) but I stopped just as my hand went to open the packet and I snapped it back. I examined the delicious looking sweets and my stomach grumbled. I had to make a choice. Do I have the caramel scroll and a pink iced doughnut that I know is going to be ever so tasty or do I take one of these really small boring looking muffins? I sigh, as I take a muffin. I really wanted the caramel scroll and the pink iced doughnut… But instead I ate that dry boring muffin. Monday, I went to the movies, and normally I’m one of those girls that fills up a lolly bag with about $30 worth of lollies and I was really tempted too this time… I mean… just a few dollars worth would be alright wouldn’t it? I settled for a box of popcorn and a lemon squash soft-drink, Chad brought a bag of fantails and I’ll admit that I ate about 5 of them… it could have been worse though!
Tuesday. It was Damien’s birthday at work today and there is chocolate deluxe gateaux (it’s French for cake; and it’s layered) I really, really wanted a slice, just a small one… Or maybe I could just… lick the knife. I’ve been strong… Even today, Ben (aka the Devil) who knows I’m on a sweets cut back brought me a Turkish delight chocolate bar… it is just sitting on my desk staring at me it’s pink and gold wrapper taunting me with it’s “60% less fat* and always has been” claim. 60% less fat you say… how long do you think this Turkish delight bar will last? Odds are 2:1 Three Days
Any bets? 5月2日 Day 2What better way to test my willpower at the end of day one than to come home from work to be told that it's your sisters boyfriends birthday and that there is cheesecake (the best kind of cake ever made, might I add)... I am amazed... I did not have a slice! Mind you I could not make eye contact with said cheesecake in fear of failing...
The biscuits; they stare at me longingly Their sugar coated bodies enticing me to just... one... bite. It takes all my strength to reject their advances. Naughty assorted arnotts creams! As I pour a carton of pizza shapes into the jar at work, I begin to notice the little dots of seasoning coming to life, dancing and singing their salsa tunes. My mouth waters... surely no one will notice if I have just one... NO, I won't do it! I... must... be... strong! As I continue thinking about their catchy TV song, I find myself wondering... Does it count if I lick the bag? Surely the pieces of flavouring don't count... do they? (dont worry, I didn't do it). Thus ends day 2. Someone, please tell me this gets better... |
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