day 03| five concerts you wish you attended
I think I may have outgrown that part of me that makes me want to go to concerts. I can never be bothered anymore.
And there are no concerts that I wish I had attended.
Maybe Bloc Party when they came to NZ.
Wow this answer is dull I shall move on now.
day 04| four moments that changed your life
Moving to NZ is definitely one. It was horrible. I was all sulky and hated it. And I had no friends. NO FRIENDS. t_t
But thats okay now! I have friends and they're awesome. But still, moving to NZ makes me wonder if I would have been the same person if I had stayed in Fiji.
I probably would still have had ugly hair.
Lets see...meeting Michael would definitely be one. How corny of me, xD. I'm gonna stop here or people will throw up coz we're so damn ridiculously lame.
CUTTING MY HAIR.
It may not seem like a big deal, but when I cut my hair from that gross ponytail I used to have, I instantly felt prettier and now I guess I have more confidence to try and wear more pretty clothes.
And. Going to uni. CHANGED MY LIFE TO NEVER ENDING STRESS AND ASSIGNMENTS AND OH MY GOD I'M GONNA DIE.
day 05| something that makes you smile
Ummm. Chocolate. Has compounds similar to anandimide and marijuana. HAPPY.
day 06| someone who makes you really happy
That silly boy. xD
day 07| something that turns you on
Hmm. I don't know. So I shall ignore this. xD
Friday, September 17, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
day 2: How you feel about God and religion
Does posting God quotes make you holier in the eyes of that superior deity of yours?
Every time I see a quote, I hate religion a bit more. You goddamned Christians. Yes, you are all damned. That's why all of you even do religion. Not because you want to be a better person, but because your religion constantly reminds you of the fact that when you die you will go to Hell. You follow a set of rules, go to Church every Sunday, say things like "Jesus is my saviour". And for what?
So you can go to Heaven?
You are not a better person than I am. Not a better person than anyone. You proudly state 'I'm a Christian!' like somehow that makes you superior to non-Christians. And that makes me hate you just a little bit more.
But you may say 'Oh, but religion actually does make me a better person!' Prove it. What have you done that is Godlike? Helped a poor person? Be there for someone when they needed it? I doubt it. You are seated on your arse, looking at quotes from a bible and that makes you Christian.
Would I be as holy if I quoted a paper back novel or a comic book? What is it about your Bible that makes it so special? "Oh it has the word of the Lord!'
It might not even be real.
All thats real is your failed Christianity.
Every time I see a quote, I hate religion a bit more. You goddamned Christians. Yes, you are all damned. That's why all of you even do religion. Not because you want to be a better person, but because your religion constantly reminds you of the fact that when you die you will go to Hell. You follow a set of rules, go to Church every Sunday, say things like "Jesus is my saviour". And for what?
So you can go to Heaven?
You are not a better person than I am. Not a better person than anyone. You proudly state 'I'm a Christian!' like somehow that makes you superior to non-Christians. And that makes me hate you just a little bit more.
But you may say 'Oh, but religion actually does make me a better person!' Prove it. What have you done that is Godlike? Helped a poor person? Be there for someone when they needed it? I doubt it. You are seated on your arse, looking at quotes from a bible and that makes you Christian.
Would I be as holy if I quoted a paper back novel or a comic book? What is it about your Bible that makes it so special? "Oh it has the word of the Lord!'
It might not even be real.
All thats real is your failed Christianity.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Hello old blog : D
Hello again blogspot! I haven't typed anything here in ages. Mainly because I've been preoccupied with other things. And mainly because I'm lazy. And mainly because I never have anything to write about.
You can't really have three 'mainly' reasons, can you? Oh well. I DEFY YOU LAWS OF GRAMMAR AND GOOD ENGLISH.
I still can't think of anything to write about so I stole this thing off Shelley's blog. It's one of those 'blog a day' meme things. I never knew where people got them from. I kind of just imagine them making them up as they go along.
Here we go!
day 01| belief specific to your childhood
When I was a child, I used to believe in God. I used to worry that I wouldn't get into heaven because I wasn't baptised and because I never went to Church. I honestly used to pray every night before I went to bed, which may be hard to believe now, since I am not the slightest bit religious. Praying wasn't an all out show, just me lying in my bed, hands clasped together and just thinking. I always imagined God sitting in the sky, peering down at me from the clouds and listening to me, kind of like Mufasa from the Lion King. I had conversations with Him. We just chilled out and I'd tell Him about my day, or the kids at school, or to protect me from some insurmountable evil that didn't exist, but I could just feel, in the form of boogey men and monsters.
I was always very polite when I prayed. I asked for things with 'please' and ended my prayers with 'thank you'. Still, despite my self imposed formality, praying for me was like talking to a friend. I guess thats why religion is so much easier to believe when you're a child. God wasn't this threatening force, who sets a million rules before you're allowed to enter Heaven. As a kid, I was pretty much guaranteed entry into heaven. Isn't it in the Bible somewhere? So I could just believe in Him, without the fear of punishment for something bad I did.
As a kid, God to me was a television grand-dad. I never really knew my grandparents well, as they didn't speak english. So to me, God was this cheery old man who was a blanket, protecting me and loving me regardless of what I did.
I don't believe in God anymore. Its not that I don't want to, its just because I can't. I feel silly praying these days, because I know they're just thoughts in my head I know no one else will hear hear. I am old enough to live without the protection of a security blanket. I know my praying hasn't really made a difference to anything. In a sad way, I feel I've outgrown God.
On a lighter note, I also used to believe that if I didn't run from the room when I pulled the plug from the bath, I would be sucked into the drain hole along with the bath water.
I still don't like the sound of draining water xD
And here are the rest of the questions so I don't forget : D
day 02| how you feel about god and religion
day 03| five concerts you wish you attended
day 04| four moments that changed your life
day 05| something that makes you smile
day 06| someone who makes you really happy
day 07| something that turns you on
day 08| favourite fruit
day 09| something you’re looking forward to
day 10| something you want to improve in your life
day 11| a non-academic book you plan to read in the next month
day 12| favourite article of clothing
day 13| a song to describe the weather or your current mood
day 14| favourite book you’ve read academically
day 15| a movie that makes you cry
day 16| something you’ve been putting off— and do it
day 17| a question you hate to be asked
day 18| describe a daily ritual
day 19| ten things you love about your body
day 20| pick something indulgent and treat yourself
day 21| describe your sleeping arrangements: bedding, stuffed animals, whatever
day 22| catharsis time— let something or someone go
day 23| something irrational that you think or do
day 24| pick an album and do nothing but listen to it- no multitasking allowed.
day 25| tell someone something you wouldn’t ordinarily share
day 26| put something in every single formspring on your dashboard
day 27| bake something and share it
day 28| call a grandparent or relative that isn’t expecting your voice
day 29| write a haiku or make a friendship bracelet or start a creative endeavor
day 30| reward yourself with something frivolous.
day 31| jump on a bandwagon just for today
day 32| photo of yourself at least ten years ago
day 33| list three things you want out of life that you are currently working towards
day 34| most current photo not taken on webcam (play around and dress up if you want!)
day 35| photo of your favorite body part
day 36| photo of one of your scars
day 37| take a flattering photo focusing on something you don’t feel is flattering.
day 38| list five things you’ve lost and wonder where they might be
day 39| most stimulating thing you’ve learned this week
day 40| a question about the world that you can’t figure out
day 41| favourite word
day 42| describe your best friend (or friends)
day 43| if you could tell your seven year old self anything, what would it be?
day 44| kill, bang, marry, chill of your choice
day 45| have you any superstitions?
You can't really have three 'mainly' reasons, can you? Oh well. I DEFY YOU LAWS OF GRAMMAR AND GOOD ENGLISH.
I still can't think of anything to write about so I stole this thing off Shelley's blog. It's one of those 'blog a day' meme things. I never knew where people got them from. I kind of just imagine them making them up as they go along.
Here we go!
day 01| belief specific to your childhood
When I was a child, I used to believe in God. I used to worry that I wouldn't get into heaven because I wasn't baptised and because I never went to Church. I honestly used to pray every night before I went to bed, which may be hard to believe now, since I am not the slightest bit religious. Praying wasn't an all out show, just me lying in my bed, hands clasped together and just thinking. I always imagined God sitting in the sky, peering down at me from the clouds and listening to me, kind of like Mufasa from the Lion King. I had conversations with Him. We just chilled out and I'd tell Him about my day, or the kids at school, or to protect me from some insurmountable evil that didn't exist, but I could just feel, in the form of boogey men and monsters.
I was always very polite when I prayed. I asked for things with 'please' and ended my prayers with 'thank you'. Still, despite my self imposed formality, praying for me was like talking to a friend. I guess thats why religion is so much easier to believe when you're a child. God wasn't this threatening force, who sets a million rules before you're allowed to enter Heaven. As a kid, I was pretty much guaranteed entry into heaven. Isn't it in the Bible somewhere? So I could just believe in Him, without the fear of punishment for something bad I did.
As a kid, God to me was a television grand-dad. I never really knew my grandparents well, as they didn't speak english. So to me, God was this cheery old man who was a blanket, protecting me and loving me regardless of what I did.
I don't believe in God anymore. Its not that I don't want to, its just because I can't. I feel silly praying these days, because I know they're just thoughts in my head I know no one else will hear hear. I am old enough to live without the protection of a security blanket. I know my praying hasn't really made a difference to anything. In a sad way, I feel I've outgrown God.
On a lighter note, I also used to believe that if I didn't run from the room when I pulled the plug from the bath, I would be sucked into the drain hole along with the bath water.
I still don't like the sound of draining water xD
And here are the rest of the questions so I don't forget : D
day 02| how you feel about god and religion
day 03| five concerts you wish you attended
day 04| four moments that changed your life
day 05| something that makes you smile
day 06| someone who makes you really happy
day 07| something that turns you on
day 08| favourite fruit
day 09| something you’re looking forward to
day 10| something you want to improve in your life
day 11| a non-academic book you plan to read in the next month
day 12| favourite article of clothing
day 13| a song to describe the weather or your current mood
day 14| favourite book you’ve read academically
day 15| a movie that makes you cry
day 16| something you’ve been putting off— and do it
day 17| a question you hate to be asked
day 18| describe a daily ritual
day 19| ten things you love about your body
day 20| pick something indulgent and treat yourself
day 21| describe your sleeping arrangements: bedding, stuffed animals, whatever
day 22| catharsis time— let something or someone go
day 23| something irrational that you think or do
day 24| pick an album and do nothing but listen to it- no multitasking allowed.
day 25| tell someone something you wouldn’t ordinarily share
day 26| put something in every single formspring on your dashboard
day 27| bake something and share it
day 28| call a grandparent or relative that isn’t expecting your voice
day 29| write a haiku or make a friendship bracelet or start a creative endeavor
day 30| reward yourself with something frivolous.
day 31| jump on a bandwagon just for today
day 32| photo of yourself at least ten years ago
day 33| list three things you want out of life that you are currently working towards
day 34| most current photo not taken on webcam (play around and dress up if you want!)
day 35| photo of your favorite body part
day 36| photo of one of your scars
day 37| take a flattering photo focusing on something you don’t feel is flattering.
day 38| list five things you’ve lost and wonder where they might be
day 39| most stimulating thing you’ve learned this week
day 40| a question about the world that you can’t figure out
day 41| favourite word
day 42| describe your best friend (or friends)
day 43| if you could tell your seven year old self anything, what would it be?
day 44| kill, bang, marry, chill of your choice
day 45| have you any superstitions?
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
random rambling
indecisiveness like a river running, deep swelling, like arteries through the city. connecting beaches to factories, suburban neighbours, your favourite fishing spot for a tranquil sunday.
tell me what i'm supposed to do. should i make myself a raft, and float wherever the current takes me? should i tread carefully along the waters edge and make myself a home?
who am i when the water stops?
tell me what i'm supposed to do. should i make myself a raft, and float wherever the current takes me? should i tread carefully along the waters edge and make myself a home?
who am i when the water stops?
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Why, hello there 2010 :]
It's a new year now. And I am kind of sad, but kind of relieved to be leaving 2009 behind.
There have been heaps of failures, where things didn't go to plan, or times where things disappointed me. Times where I've disappointed others. Or when I just couldn't be arsed trying anymore.
But, heaps of successes too. When you're snug in bed in that soft warm feeling between awake and asleep, you get out of bed anyway because you know the day is going to be awesome. When you do the hard work and it pays off, looking at your grades and thinking 'I didn't waste those sunny days in the library for nothing'. The moments that make you stop and think 'Wow. Life is really pretty amazing.' When you understand you're more than just this one solitary person, and you realise you don't need to be. And I don't mean this just for Michael, I mean it for all of my friends. You are wonderful.
I think I shall start doing that now. Defining my life by its successes rather than its failures. Coz it sure is a heck of a lot less depressing. :] and probably a lot more fun.
Slightly nervous and tentative about what 2010 will bring. Decisions have been made, it gets harder to stay in touch, and we're all changing.
But excited too :] This, I think, is the year where we all grow up.
There have been heaps of failures, where things didn't go to plan, or times where things disappointed me. Times where I've disappointed others. Or when I just couldn't be arsed trying anymore.
But, heaps of successes too. When you're snug in bed in that soft warm feeling between awake and asleep, you get out of bed anyway because you know the day is going to be awesome. When you do the hard work and it pays off, looking at your grades and thinking 'I didn't waste those sunny days in the library for nothing'. The moments that make you stop and think 'Wow. Life is really pretty amazing.' When you understand you're more than just this one solitary person, and you realise you don't need to be. And I don't mean this just for Michael, I mean it for all of my friends. You are wonderful.
I think I shall start doing that now. Defining my life by its successes rather than its failures. Coz it sure is a heck of a lot less depressing. :] and probably a lot more fun.
Slightly nervous and tentative about what 2010 will bring. Decisions have been made, it gets harder to stay in touch, and we're all changing.
But excited too :] This, I think, is the year where we all grow up.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Danica said I had to!
Me and Danica (okay fine Danica and I for all you grammar pooheads who will point that out) spend waaaay to much time talking about food. Thinking about food. Making food. Eating food.
You get the picture.
We must be the biggest fatties ever. In fact, we are. Here's a picture to prove it.
Here goes!
1. A decent souffle. I made one once but it kind of exploded in my oven.
2. Bread that isn't rock hard. I made polenta rolls and I had the New Zealand army calling me up asking if they could use it for ammo. True story.
3. Lobster. To me, lobster exudes luxury and richness and everything that is good about seafood. I've only ever had it once. My mum stirfried it T_T
4. Foie gras. It looks terribly fatty and rich but its okay. I'm a professional. I live by the fatty code. I love fatty rich things : D
5. Peking duck!
6. Escargots. Here they come again. xD
7. Doughnuts!
8. Artichokes. I've read the articles on how to eat it, so now i just need to find some and boil 'em up! I think part of the allure is that you eat it with hollandaise sauce or melted butter. But thats okay.
9. Tres leches cake. Go on Pioneer Woman (www.thepioneerwoman.com) and look it up. I'm just obsessed with her. I love her. But she doesn't know /sighs.
10. My own sausages. : ) filled with MEAT
11. Mushroom risotto. I had this amazzzing risotto at the ASB Awards Ceremony. It haunts me to this day. It says 'Heraaaaahhhhh. Maaaaake meeeee.' Then I will eat you :)
12. Cherry pie. I wish cherries weren't so gosh darned expensive. I also wish I didn't speak all Southern when I just said that. Even the voice inside my head went southern.
13. Crepes Suzette! I made it once. I really boozed it up. But it didn't catch on fire. I was disappointed.
14. Cheese. I want to make my own cheese. Heck, I want to move to a farm and have my own cows and sheep and goats and garden. xD just kidding.
15. Babaganoush!!
16. Roast turkey with all the trimmings. Yeah. When we're all grown up and stuff you guys better keep your christmas free coz dinner is at my house!
17. Pate. Its real weird, I don't even like liver, but I sometimes get weird cravings for pate. I don't know whats wrong with me.
Man why can't i think of anything? I totally fail.
Okay this will be updated as i feel like it.
I said that about the last blog didnt I?
Oh well xD
You get the picture.
We must be the biggest fatties ever. In fact, we are. Here's a picture to prove it.
So we were talking on msn (none of this google wave nonsense for me thank you very much) and she said I should write a list of all the foods I want to cook. And because I like food, and because I like lists, I said yeah! okay!
Here goes!
1. A decent souffle. I made one once but it kind of exploded in my oven.
2. Bread that isn't rock hard. I made polenta rolls and I had the New Zealand army calling me up asking if they could use it for ammo. True story.
3. Lobster. To me, lobster exudes luxury and richness and everything that is good about seafood. I've only ever had it once. My mum stirfried it T_T
4. Foie gras. It looks terribly fatty and rich but its okay. I'm a professional. I live by the fatty code. I love fatty rich things : D
5. Peking duck!
6. Escargots. Here they come again. xD
7. Doughnuts!
8. Artichokes. I've read the articles on how to eat it, so now i just need to find some and boil 'em up! I think part of the allure is that you eat it with hollandaise sauce or melted butter. But thats okay.
9. Tres leches cake. Go on Pioneer Woman (www.thepioneerwoman.com) and look it up. I'm just obsessed with her. I love her. But she doesn't know /sighs.
10. My own sausages. : ) filled with MEAT
11. Mushroom risotto. I had this amazzzing risotto at the ASB Awards Ceremony. It haunts me to this day. It says 'Heraaaaahhhhh. Maaaaake meeeee.' Then I will eat you :)
12. Cherry pie. I wish cherries weren't so gosh darned expensive. I also wish I didn't speak all Southern when I just said that. Even the voice inside my head went southern.
13. Crepes Suzette! I made it once. I really boozed it up. But it didn't catch on fire. I was disappointed.
14. Cheese. I want to make my own cheese. Heck, I want to move to a farm and have my own cows and sheep and goats and garden. xD just kidding.
15. Babaganoush!!
16. Roast turkey with all the trimmings. Yeah. When we're all grown up and stuff you guys better keep your christmas free coz dinner is at my house!
17. Pate. Its real weird, I don't even like liver, but I sometimes get weird cravings for pate. I don't know whats wrong with me.
Man why can't i think of anything? I totally fail.
Okay this will be updated as i feel like it.
I said that about the last blog didnt I?
Oh well xD
Monday, November 9, 2009
Whoohoo! I'm on holiday!
Hello blog followers! (actually, probably just Mildred and Shelley). I haven't written anything in a while, mostly because of exams, yeah thats my excuse.
But not because I've been busy studying. No. Exams just leave me devoid of any original thoughts. And then after a while all that goes through your head is Biology and Physics. I swear, its ruining my life. I saw this tv show on Food Channel where they had tripe and I was like lol rugae ^_^
My mum was singing Macarena and I heard My Carina.
/shakes head.
(For those of you who aren't a dweeb like me, rugae are the folds in your stomach. No not those fat rolls you get after too much fried chicken, the folds in your stomach lining that has lots of secreting stuff. And a carina is the part in your trachea that makes you cough real asian and violently when stuff goes the wrong way. Yeah. Thats A + material right there.)
Anyway, I am free for a couple of months! I don't even know how many. Two? Three? Oh I do hope its three. I could do with three months rehabilition. University is very stressful you know.
I am going to bum around and be lazy. And maybe when I get tired of that I'll sleep.
I really need to find a job though. Being unemployed is really getting me quite sad (hint hint, if anyone has any recommendations where I can work that isn't McDonalds or KFC, that would be most excellent.) I have no money and with no money I won't be able to bum around to my optimum level. It really is quite a predicament, because having a job means I have less time to bum around. Oh well. I really want some money. I have about 40 cents in my bank account. I used to have three dollars, but then I spent about two on photocopying. Woe is me.
So these holidays, I will launch "Operation Get Herah A Job".
And I will get a job.
I'm also going to exercise. Oh yeah. I said it. I have the aforementioned fat rolls which should not me confused with rugae. Heck, I can't even fit into my ball dress anymore. I'm scared to try it on, incase my gigantic fat rolls rips it open. And I don't want that.
Another thing I've been dying to do is bake all this cute stuff I see on Pioneer Woman (www.thepioneerwoman.com) and Bakerella (www.bakerella.com). I know this is counter productive to my exercise but shut up!
Oh! I have to reread the Harry Potter books. Devona tried telling me Snape was good and I don't believe this hogwash for one second. Balderdash I tell you!
And that is all. I sure hope I do actually do all of this.
But not because I've been busy studying. No. Exams just leave me devoid of any original thoughts. And then after a while all that goes through your head is Biology and Physics. I swear, its ruining my life. I saw this tv show on Food Channel where they had tripe and I was like lol rugae ^_^
My mum was singing Macarena and I heard My Carina.
/shakes head.
(For those of you who aren't a dweeb like me, rugae are the folds in your stomach. No not those fat rolls you get after too much fried chicken, the folds in your stomach lining that has lots of secreting stuff. And a carina is the part in your trachea that makes you cough real asian and violently when stuff goes the wrong way. Yeah. Thats A + material right there.)
Anyway, I am free for a couple of months! I don't even know how many. Two? Three? Oh I do hope its three. I could do with three months rehabilition. University is very stressful you know.
I am going to bum around and be lazy. And maybe when I get tired of that I'll sleep.
I really need to find a job though. Being unemployed is really getting me quite sad (hint hint, if anyone has any recommendations where I can work that isn't McDonalds or KFC, that would be most excellent.) I have no money and with no money I won't be able to bum around to my optimum level. It really is quite a predicament, because having a job means I have less time to bum around. Oh well. I really want some money. I have about 40 cents in my bank account. I used to have three dollars, but then I spent about two on photocopying. Woe is me.
So these holidays, I will launch "Operation Get Herah A Job".
And I will get a job.
I'm also going to exercise. Oh yeah. I said it. I have the aforementioned fat rolls which should not me confused with rugae. Heck, I can't even fit into my ball dress anymore. I'm scared to try it on, incase my gigantic fat rolls rips it open. And I don't want that.
Another thing I've been dying to do is bake all this cute stuff I see on Pioneer Woman (www.thepioneerwoman.com) and Bakerella (www.bakerella.com). I know this is counter productive to my exercise but shut up!
Oh! I have to reread the Harry Potter books. Devona tried telling me Snape was good and I don't believe this hogwash for one second. Balderdash I tell you!
And that is all. I sure hope I do actually do all of this.
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