A journal, I would NEVER write a jounal,

but that is what I am doing now isn't it?

It doesn't matter, I reject your reality and substitute my own (as usual).

Anyway, gotta fly, I am getting paid to draw, not write in a journal.

Cya

I was just thinking about my day, the way that it all seems to blend together, my daily ritual, construct the system, export it, render it, title it, go back and start agian, Ctrl+Home P La Plan2, it is just never any different, I seem to be caught in infinate recursion.

Anyway, that's my 2 cents worth atm, and I'm still not being payed to update a journal.

Cya

I am having problems with a person that I have to teach in the ways of our trade, he takes it all on board, takes notes on what I teach him, he has picked up what I am trying to teach him very well. BUT, he still makes me answer the same simple questions over and over, I for one, hate repeating myself, especially when the answer just is not all that deep. It annoys me that he just can't seem to think for himself in some of the simplest matters, especially when he is a very smart bloke and learns some of the most complex stuff in seconds.

Yesterday was an utter shocker.

I was at work for 10 hours and still really achieved nothing, I spent most of the day either jinning around running after people, answering phone calls, ordering paper, toner and other supplies, helping the manager to fix the network, all in all after 10 hours at work, I had done only a fraction of the work that I needed to do. Which means that I am probably going to get hammered by the client today.

Then I am having a rather large issue including my "good friends" I have tried to talk to most of them in the last week or so, but every time I do, I get a firm (but disguised) "f&%k off", generally in the form of, "got some stuff to do, ring you later", which of course they never do. For a long while I just wrote it off to them being unreliable, but it has happened too regularly for too ong to write it off as coincidence any longer, and the only person that actually does talk to me claimed that they were too busy this weekend to do anything, yet they have gone ahead and have descided to spend the weekend with some other people, perhaps there is another explaination, but the way that the rest of my friends are treating me, it still hurts. I am really getting sick of the s&%t that other people seem to revel in putting me through, what have I done to deserve it?  

Creed - Inside Us All.

When I'm all alone,

and noone else it here.

Waiting by the phone,

to remind me I'm still here.

When shadows paint the scen,

where spotlights used to fall.

And I'm left wondering,

is it really worth it all?

There's a peace inside us all.

Let it be your firend.

It will help you carry on,

in the end.

There's a peace inside us all.

Life can hold you down.

When you're not loking up.

Can't you hear the sound?

Hearts beating out loud.

Although the names change,

inside were all the same.

Why dont we tear town these walls?

and show the scars we're covering.

There's a peace.

There's a peace inside us all.

Let it be.

Oh, can't it be your firend.

 ---------------------------------

 All life needs balance. Balance to live and thrive as it should. Even the slightest tip in this balance can have disasterous effects. Look at life itself, where even the smallest thing on it's own, slowly spirals downwards. Often such a small disturbance to the ballance of life could end life as we know it. The temperature rising, doesn't seem like a huge problem, untill you factor in the Ice caps, and then after that, where we will find a place to live. It's like a spinning top as it slowly looses speed, it begins to wobble as it leaves it point of balance.

Is the human soul the same way?

Hate balances Love, Joy balances Pain, Bliss balances Suffering. As in everything in life, the soul requires balance. I fear that I am losing my soul's balance. The way that I let negative emotions have so much sway over my life. I have begun to feel it, my very existance begining to wobble, like a spinning top, wobbling further and further, untill everyone else notices, until eventually the soul dies as the top falls over.

Am I on the path to the end? In most ways I hope not. I think I really need to make some changes in my life. To once again be able to feel happy about my place in this world, so that I don't become the empty shell that I am starting to feel like.

Life ain't so bad at the moment, I am beginning to work over my issues, my fears, my insecurities. I still worry very much about where my life and my relationships are going, but at least I am trying to kick the attitude that everyone wants me out of their life.

Finally ended up going to training last night, after missing the last two, for either not being focused enough to train to high standards, or just being too damn lazy. It was a pretty good training, helping the juniors practice for their gradings in just under a month. I am fairly confident that they are all going to pass fairly easily. I am a little bit sore, but that always happens when I trained the day before. The fact that I am going to be playing Indoor Cricket tonight is probably not going to help matters either, and my legs will probably dis-own me tomorow, but then again, I don't intend on doing much but sit down and play games tommorow so my legs complaining should not pose a problem.   

I didn't get to do very much this weekend. I spent all of Saturday at Fantasy Lair (A comic/collectables shop in Beenleigh) playing some of my favorite hobbies (and getting hammered in every game) Between going 1 & 2 in D&D Minis 0 & 3 in L5R and then having a party twice as large as is actually manageable in D&D it was an enjoyable (though not very productive, nor very successful) day.

I spent most of Sunday either planning my game (trying to find a title for it) or playing Star Wars - Racer Revenge. It is not a bad game, though far too easy when I can finish the tournament with Anakin in under a day.

And that was about it for this weekend, and next weekend looks even worse, but we'll deal with that when we get to it.  

I got MechWarrior 2 from the manager this morning, so now I can begin really planning what it is that I am going to do.

I intend on publishing the basic story line as soon as I have it written.

If you could please reply to this post with your sugestions for names (i.e. Game Title) it would be much apreciated. 

Training was really good last night, with 4 people (me not being one of them) going for gradings in 2 weeks it really pushed me to try to better my own technique. It worked, oh damn it worked. I don't think I have ever felt the sword leave the saya so cleanly or so fast, it felt good, really good. My cuts were still somewhat ordinary, my tendancy to overexagerate the cut still being the major flaw in my technique. All in all it was a good end to an otherwise fairly bad day. I really love going to training, it loosens muscles that have been stressed out all week and gives me a way to escape the worries of this world (you try imagining that you are cutting all of your worries, your miseries to little itty-bitty pieces and see if you don't feel better about it (note: this also works imagining enemies being cut to little itty-bitty peices, but that is another story)), it gives my something to live for, to aim towards (i.e. the goal of actually deserving the name that I take). Unfortunatley we have been informed the the Grand Master of Hokushin Iaido will not be comming to Australia this year as he is not well, this is somewhat unfortunate as I was hoping to do my next grading (3rd Kyu) in front of the Grand Master, but that will have to wat another year or 2.

Anyway, my appologies for boring you all talking about Iaido.  

My contact in our client company is on holidays for a couple of days, I have finished all of the work that he wants me to do and he's not around to give me more. YAHEY.

*does a stupid little dance*

*falls over*

*enough of that*

So I have 1 perhaps 2 stress free, deadline free day's comming YAHEY.

*does a stupid little dance*

*the rest is history*

Questions

What is it that they want from me?

I'm never really sure.

Do they want me in there life?

Or do they want me out the door?

Should I sit and wait and wonder?

Or act and pray I'm right.

Should I go through the door left open?

Or stay out here in the night?

What happened to the man I was?

To the warrior true born.

Should I stand and sieze this moment?

Or should I live my life forlorn?

My Lord

My Lord I need your guidance.

I truly need a helping hand,

I need to know what I can do,

To truly be your man.

I am little but a warrior,

And bushido guides my heart,

But I wish to know your will,

So that I may do my part.

My life, My sword, My honor,

is pledged each and every day,

And forever shall I serve you,

In each and every way.

Individuality

Within the herd we stand,

Just one amid the crowd,

But noone is insignificant,

Be strong, Stand tall, Be Proud.

We all can make a difference,

We only need to try,

If noone made an effort,

We all would wonder why.

So live the life you're blessed with,

Live it each and every day,

And when you're old look back,

And be glad you found the way.

A few  days ago I was inspired by a friend of mine (ThePoet ). her blog contains so many wonderful, powerful  poems that I descided that I would give it a go myself.

Following are my first three efforts, writen last night when I finally had the time to do something.

I would apreciate any feedback that you give on the three of them.

And to ThePoet , firstly thankyou, you have opened my eyes to a larger world and my applogies to being named as inspiration for such clumsy first efforts 

Cheers

I was talking to a friend of mine (we graduated together from Qantm a couple of years ago from a course in games development) a couple of days ago (or it might have been yesterday). We were talking about what we have been doing the past few weeks (we catch up a lot over MSN Messenger), I told him that yesterday I had bought a new book and actually intended to read it. He asked what the book was and I told him it was "Inside Lightwave 8" by Dan Ablan, he asked me "dude, Isn't Lightwave a 3D moddleing program?" when I told him yes it was he nearly instantly relpied "Dude your crossing over, you're a programmer, not an artist, stay right where you are and I will go and get help" the only problem is that I think that he was truly serious.

I spent most of last night playing the brand new L5R (Legend of the Five Rings) RPG.

For the uninitiated, L5R is (primarily) a CCG (Collectable Card Game) set in the fantasy world of Rokugan, Rokugan is a land based around fuedal Japan, with Samurai and other Bushi all competing for Honor and Glory. The RPG allows L5R players to go a little bit deeper into the world, by taking a character adventuring through Rokugan.

The new RPG system, while somewhat difficult to get your head around the rules system at first (though that might be due to my LONG association with D&D), seems to be extremley good and very ballanced. All in all it was a good night, though still fairly unremarkable.

I am trying (with mixed success) to reduce the number of bad habits that I have. I myself, want to eliminate my swearing as it is really quite unnecessary. My good friend wanted me to reduce my alcohol consumption, my gambling and more lately my V consumption. For a year and a half I have not touched alcohol, and I have never felt better. I have also been able to eliminate my gambling habit, and my V consumption is on the decrease (at least I no longer O.D. on V every other day) but then again, I have been trying to decrease how much V I drink for a couple of days now, so it is far too early to tell if I will be able to keep it up. Swearing seems to be on the decline but it is far from being totally eliminated.

The main point of this blog is to 1) Say thankyou to my friend, who, seeing the way they live their life, makes me want to better myself. and 2) I truly hope that everyone has a friend like mine, patient and loyal and caring and just all round wonderful, I might not have many friends but I don't care, because I am blessed to have the friends that I do have, they are some of the most wonderful people that I have ever come accross.

For those of you who do not know me well (or indead at all), I follow the Code of Bushido instead of religion, I certainly believe in God, and believe in the value of the teachings in the Bible (what I know of them anyway). The Code of Bushido is as follows

The Code of Bushido - The Seven Virtues of the Samurai

GI -Honesty and Justice Be acutely honest throughout your dealings with all people. Believe in justice, not from other people, but from yourself. To a true samurai there are no shades of gray in the question of honesty and justice. There is only right and wrong.

YU - Heroic Courage Rise above the masses of people that are afraid to act. A samurai must have heroic courage. It is absolutely risky, it is dangerous. Heroic courage is not blind. It is intelligent and strong. Replace fear with respect and caution.

JIN - Compassion Through intense training the samurai becomes quick and strong. He is not as other men. He has compassion. He helps his fellow men at every opportunity. If the opportunity does not arise, he goes out of his way to find one.

REI - Polite Courtesy Samurai have no reason to be cruel. They do not need to prove their strength. A samurai is courteous even to his enemies. Without this outward show of respect we are nothing more then animals. A samurai is not only respected for his strength in battle, but also by his dealings with other men.

MEYO - Honor The true samurai has only one judge of his honor, and that is himself. Decisions you make and how these decisions are carried out are a reflection of who you are truly. You cannot hide from yourself.

MAKOTO - Complete Sincerity When a samurai has said he will perform an action, it is as good as done. Nothing on this earth will stop him from completing what he has said he will do. The action of speaking alone has set the act of doing in motion. Speaking and doing are the same action.

CHUGO - Duty and Loyalty For a samurai, having done something or said something, he knows that he is a part of that thing. He is responsible for it and all the consequences that follow. A samurai is intensely loyal to those in his care. To those he is responsible for, he remains fiercely true.

I have a moral dillema, and it mainly resides within virtue number 1 - Gi and number 7 - Chugo. I am torn between my loyalty to my friend, and my sense of justice as my friend begins to embark upon the most momentous decision of their life, though leaves their parents out of the descision for fear of repercussions. I don't know what way to turn, I don't know how to reconcile the 2 virtues. Once again I look at my past choices, and I find myself wanting. In the end, I know and accept that it is their descision and not mine, but I feel that I must at least make an attempt.

Here we go again, I have been sitting and thinking about what I do at work, I work 10 hours a day, 5 days a week, not a huge amount of hours in comparison to other professions (game programming comes to mind) but within Drafting, it is fairly long hours. But do the clients care, no, do I get any recognition for my effort, no, do they just keep heaping me with work, yep.

What sucks is that they descide that I can just carry a greater and greater load. I feel as though I am nearing the breaking point, I haven't had a break in weeks (even to the point of skipping a pair of public holidays).

<Mutter> <Grumble> <Rant> I hate clients </Mutter> </Grumble> </Rant>. 

My workmate is moving and he has just put in his resignation. So after 3 or more trying months of teaching my workmate the tools of the trade, he is now going to leave us and I am now officially up a certain creek without a certain propulsion instrument.

Not that I am complaining, but I already do the work of 2 people (3 when I have to teach someone else the tools of the trade). Now that number will be close to 4 peoples work, Mine, My Workmates, The Artist's and the Teachers.  

So Here goes any chance of a break in the near future.

I am already close to the breaking point, I wonder if this will take me beyond it.

Iaido

The sun it glints off sharpened steel,

As it moves faster than the eye.

Apart they are but man and steel,

Together Samurai.

Their art is swift and deadly,

Their blade is fast and true.

But honor is the judge,

Of everything they do.

Beauty and lethality,

Each an equal part.

Bushido is their code,

Iaido is their art.

Here is another one for you people to look at and give me your thoughts

You are a Samurai.
You are full of honour and value respect. You
are not really the stereotypical hero, but you
do fight for good. Just in your own way. For
you, it is most certainly okay to kill an evil
person, if it is for justice and peace. You
also don't belive in mourning all the time and
think that once you've hit a bad stage in life
you just have to get up again. It's pointless
to concentrate on emotional pain and better to
just get on with everything. You also are a
down to earth type of person and think before
you act. Impulsive people may annoy you
somewhat.

Main weapon: Sword
Quote: "Always do the right thing.
This will gratify some people and astonish the
rest" -Mark Twain
Facial expression: Small smile

It is now official. I, for the first time in my life, am REALLY enjoying being the bad guy.

Mwahahahaha

*smiles at his own foolishness*

:D

Have a good day everyone.

Mwahahahaha

A thought just occured to me. I am now going to play random RPG's 5 TIMES A FORTNIGHT (2 L5R RPG games a fortnight and 3 D&D games a fortnight) THAT ROCKS. Perhaps I have more free time than I thought, because playing these RPG's is not impacting on the rest of my life.

Sorry my mind wandered to games for a little while there. It just goes to show.

I ought not let my mind wander. It is too small to go off on its own.

Have a good one.

Computer Expert (Kem-pyoo'ter ek'spurt) n.

A person who knows the difference between software and hardware, and has the unique ability to decipher instructions written in languages no human being can understand. Able to tame a mouse, survive bytes, avoid becomming key-board and endure a hard drive. Prone to speaking gibberish such as RAM, ROM, WYSIWYG, GIGO, ect.....

This is the text on my mug. People who know me will say it fits me nearly perfectly (I think anyway) 

I THINK it sums me up pretty well. And i think it might annoy a couple of people that I get to be the element of rain and they didn't :D. lol.

:D Damn u Logrus I have to do some work, not do BLOODY QUIZZES. :D. lol.

Your element is Rain: Sad, lonely, distant and
unique. You are quite distant from emotion and
people, but you have been made this way by one
thing or another. You are truly unique yet fail
to see it, and are quite creative be it in art,
music, writing, ect.. You used to let people in
now you don't even bother to try having been
hurt so many times in the past. Your attitude
is that you don't need anyone but yourself,
people are just trouble waiting to happen. But
you really do want to trust someone no matter
if you see it or not, deep down your waiting
for someone to come and set you free. This kind
of depression can turn dangerous, don't let
them get to you. Not everyone in the world will
hurt you, humans are humans and are not
perfect. So most likely sooner or later you'll
meet someone who feels like you do and perhaps
your shell will eventually disappear.

.:-|What is your true element?|-:. -With Anime Pictures and detailed answers-
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Another One.

:D Oh btw. Logrus , If I get fired for doing quizzes when I should be working, I am SOOOOOOOOO going to come over there and kick your sorry backside. :D

In your eyes, people see shards of ice
everywhere... You are cold and distant, pushing
away people that love you and truely care for
you! You want to be able to reach out and love
them but... You can't for some reason... You're
just too.... You :P Underneath that cold
exterior lies a warm, happy soul that wants to
let loose and have fun! Your sanctuary would
probably be anywhere up high where you can look
down on life below you, like the roof of an
apartment building... Your eyes resemble a
saddened, crestfallen person seeking out
attention, but doesn't know how to handle it.
However, you do find comfort from your friends,
they're always there for you, and they know the
REAL you :) Even though you do seem rather
cold, you can be very protective over something
you truely believe in or love. Let go of that
"tough" rep and just be you! It's
impossible to live life without some fun and
love ^-^

What Lies Behind Your Eyes?
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Whitesnake - Here I Go Again

I don’t know where I’m going
But, I sure know where I’ve been
Hanging on the promises
In songs of yesterday
An’ I’ve made up my mind,
I ain’t wasting no more time
But, here I go again
Here I go again

Tho’ I keep searching for an answer,
I never seem to find what I’m looking for
Oh lord, I pray
You give me strength to carry on,
’cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams

An’ here I go again on my own
Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known,
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
An’ I’ve made up my mind
I ain’t wasting no more time

I’m just another heart in need of rescue,
Waiting on love’s sweet charity
An’ I’m gonna hold on
For the rest of my days,
’cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams

An’ here I go again on my own
Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known,
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
An’ I’ve made up my mind
I ain’t wasting no more time

But, here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go...

An’ I’ve made up my mind,
I ain’t wasting no more time

An’ here I go again on my own
Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known,
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
’cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams

An’ here I go again on my own
Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known,
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
An’ I’ve made up my mind
I ain’t wasting no more time...

But, here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go,
Here I go again...

I am really gettin sick of this.

I work my sorry backside off and still get nowhere. Either somebody further up the pipeline stuffed up or some other random unforseeable problem happened.

But even though it is not my fault I still get blamed.

But being blamed for stuff that isn't my fault does not worry me too much. Really the problem is when I begin to get angry at myself for not getting stuff done. I berate myself and force myself to work harder and harder. This has happened over the last few weeks and I am beginning to feel like I am going to burn out. All of the energy and stress and the WILL to do stuff is gone. I just feel lost, I don't know where to go from here, I don't know where I WANT to go from here.

Why can't I just curl up into a little ball and fade away.

I feel so tired. Mentally, Physically, Emotionally. I feel like I am running in circles.

I look around me and see only strangers with friends faces.

I listen and I hear nothing.

I reach out and find nothing but air.

I have no energy.

I feel like I don't belong.

I feel like I don't even exist.

I just feel like screaming, letting loose all of my pain and my anger and my bitterness.

I just feel like fading, moving into the void.

I don't want this any more.

It isn't me.

I am lost. Where do I go from here?

I was just wondering, for those who are that way inclined, what are your favorite weapons?

My first choice is probably easily guessable

The Katana - A noble, deadly, elegant, beautiful weapon carried by some of the most virtuous men who have ever lived.

A few others on or near the top of my list are

Wakizashi (even though I will not EVER let myself carry one), Kama, Sai, Bo, Jo, Tonfa.

But what about the rest of you, what do you like?

Reply

EDIT: Sorry, I forgot a pair of weapons that lies just after Katana and Wakizashi in my list. The Naginata and the Nagimaki.

"Conquer oneself and all other opponants are as nothing"

The above statememt is as true a statement as has ever been uttered.

I trained for an hour and a half last night. The only problem was that for the first hour and a quarter I could not bring my focus to bear on the task at hand, and my technique was absolutley terrible. In the end between my Sensei and I the problem was ironed out and my focus returned stronger than ever.

I have been thinking for a while now. Practice acheiving and maintaining focus under the worst circumstances for you will improve faster that way. I myself do not train with knee pads (and to put it into perspective the Grand Master of Hokushin Iaido trains with knee pads (thin ones) sometimes) believing that by removing some of the comfort others enjoy I will never be as vulnerable when forced to work without them (as one of the guys who trains with me had to do at a grading because he forgot his). It is all the same, If you can train on rocks, then to your perspective hard wooden flooring is comfort.

One of the guys last night when I was explaining my idea to him (he's new at Iaido, but an experienced martial artist) said "Funny, I never took you as a natural". I told him, "I'm not, that's why I have to train my mind to do what it's not really supposed to do, think on one toppic to the exclusion of all else".

What do the rest of you think, how do you practice achieving and maintaining focus, Meditation, dicipline and worst circumstance training like me. Or do you have other methods?

I have been hearing 2 millitary jets flying overhead for the last 10 mins or so, both sounded like Australian FB-111's. I only just realised what they are doing.

It was a practice of the aproach for Riverfire tommorow night.

For those of you who do not know about Riverfire it is a large fireworks display put on every year at about this time, to celibrate the Brisbane River and it's surroundings (or more likely to just give your average Australian Joe the chance to go out and get plastered). The grand finale of the show is a pair of F-111's flying past the gathered crowd doing the so-called "Dump and Burn", a real crowd pleaser which lights up the night sky.

I am hating myself right about now.

Why do I always try to help, but fail.

Why am I such a herald of woe.

Firstly, a big thankyou to my friends who helped me get to this point. JC, JM, DM and AR and all of the rest. Thankyou, for helping me see the truth.

I struggle, I live my life acording to a code that ofr the most part is long dead, to most it seems, honor is a hollow, meaningless word. We need only look at the events, caused by human hands, over the past few years to see how little honor means to some people.

But I BELIEVE in honor, more than I believe in anything else in this world, honor is what drives me to do better, and the yardstick by which I measure my actions.

But, the Code of Conduct that I use to guide my life along the tracks of honor is still a mystery. The Code of Bushido, is still a mystery. I know what I should be striving for.

Gi - Honesty and Justice

Yu - Courage

Jin - Compassion

Rei - Courtesy

Meyo - Honor

Makoto - Sincerity

Chugo - Duty and Loyalty.

These are the virtues that I strive for, but in a way, I still don't know what they mean.

In a way, they all seem to be self-explanitory, all you need to do is show the virtues in every aspect of your life and you can be proud of yourself.

I was advised by a couple of friends to define the code, by my standards, by what I believe is right, rather than attempting to show that which I don't understand.

Just thinking over it. What is Courage?

Is courage never knowing fear? Is courage never admitting defeat? Or is is just being able to stand up every time you are knocked down?

Fear teaches respect.

Defeat is how we learn, and better ourselves.

I think it is the last, accepting your shortcommings, and continuing to srive to reach your goals.

The Samurai were some of the most virtuous men of all time. All I hope, is that when I am gone, those who knew me believe that I am worthy of their legacy.  

I will leave you now with this quote from Mark Twain.

"Always do the right thing. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest" -Mark Twain

25 DAYS TO GO!!!!!

WOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOO

and even better.

I FINALLY GET TO TAKE A DAY OFF WORK!!!!!

WOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOO

*Does a Little Dance*

Just a follow up from yesterday's post (WOOHOO).

Whilst I am truly excited, I am also nerveous as hell.

What if I'm not good enough? What if I just forget everything I've learned? What if I can't focus?

Damn it will be good, to meet a true master of my art, but untill it is finished I reserve the right to be nerveous.

OMFG, what a day.

It started so easy, so cruisy, but now it is nightmarish. I havent stopped for hours, or has it been days.

*Sigh*

What a day.

I have been periosically checking the progress of a new First Person Shooter game that is slated for release later this year, entitled S.T.A.L.K.E.R. Shadow of Cherbobyl.

If you are into those types of games check out http://stalker-game.com/ and see what you think.

Oh btw, there is some really awesome, but WAY to quiet music on the web site, so be sure to crank the volume right up.

Shall we still be together,

With our arms around each other,

And shall you be my new romance,

On the clear understanding,

That this kind of thing can happen,

Shall we dance?

Shall we dance?

Shall we dance?

Perhaps all of my stress and effort yesterday wasn't for nothing. Now I can just sit and relax for most of today with very little work to do at all.

*Yay*

Damn I love Thursday nights.

I have had a really good day today and I can't wait to get to training tonight where it will all get even better.

*Yay*

P.S. I don't think that I have used the word "Yay" or any of it's derivitives as much in the rest of my life combined as I have today.

*Yay*

Woman: My watch stopped working!

John C: Watches have all the luck.

From the alternate opening sequence of "Shall We Dance"

My thoughts are all in tatters,

My soul's a tortured mess,

Now I walk alone,

For it's the path that I know best.

My life has all gone grey,

The colour is not there,

What happend to my friends,

The ones I thought would care.

What happened to my happieness,

Where did I go wrong,

For I'm no longer sure,

If I have the strength to carry on.

If I were to do tommorow,

Would any truly care,

How many would even notice,

That I was no longer there.

Should my life desert me,

How many would rejoyce,

That never again would they be forced,

To ever hear my voice.

If life were to forsake me,

Would I ever cross their mind,

Or would I be just another person,

Who took himself before his time.

Hey all. Firstly, don't read to much into the poems that follow, they were an outpouring of bitterness and frustration yesterday.

I need titles for the both of them, so any help would be apreciated.

I'm just feeling so trapped, I'm trapped in my body, trapped in my mind, trapped in my very soul. I have been force to give up EVERYTHING that I care about except my training.

My friends no longer seem to care about who I AM, they all want me to be something different, something that is NOT ME.

I just feel so.....useless, so.....Inadiquite.

Perhaps it is just me, perhaps I am looking at things to deep, trying to find meanings that aren't there.

But then again, perhaps I'm not.

I no longer know where I am, I no longer know what I'm doing here.

I know that where there is life, there is hope, and that good things come to those who wait, but it just feels like I have been waiting so long, and as yet little has come from my patience, only more loss, more pain, more heartbreak, more sorrow.

They say the the most difficult matematics in the world, is being able to count the blessings you are given, and I know it is true, for I have known many times of joy throughout my life and I am grateful for that.

I need to find a way out of this sorrow that I have fallen into, this bitterness that so permeates my life, I need something to be proud of, something to revitalise my fighting spirit that is being run into the ground as we speak, some reason to feel joy, rather than this bitter hollow feeling that has been my constant companion for so long. 

But most of all, when all is said and done, I need my friends to still be with me, to be able to stand beside me and celebrate with me, just like I have stood with them and celibrated with them through their triumphs.

Anyway, I am rambling and I shall stop.

Thankyou all for putting up with my random s&%t.

8 Days to go, the anticipation is killing me, but so is the nervousness.

Half of me want to bellow to the world "BRING IT ON" while the other half want to slink away and train some more before I am subjected to such a trial.

But I will prevail, I know that I am good enough, I know in my heart that I wont forget what I know, that I will be able to call upon my focus.

But then again, I still reserve the right to be nervous.

And thank you to the 2 fine young ladies who left me encouragement the last time I wrote about this topic, I am grateful for your faith in me and my ability, thankyou. 

Oh I am such an idiot.

I just re-read my post from yesterday and wondered "Hang on a minute, the seminar was 15 days away, not 8"

Never mind me, I'm just an idiot who cant count.

I am now slightly worried.

I was watching TV last night (Which happens rarely enough) when an add came on (No, I don't have cable). This add taked about Stokes, and some of the symptoms thereof.

Just thinking back over recent weeks I have displayed nearly every one of the symptoms.

Random Dizzy Spells

Major Headaches

Difficulty Speaking

Numbness

ect......

Oh and of course the fact that a pain in the chest nearly floored me last night as well.

Well it seems that I'm going to the doctors on my day off on Monday week, just to make sure.

I am stuck in this world,

Lonely and fading,

Heartbroke and waiting,

for you to come,

We are stuck in this world,

There's noting for me,

For me, For me

From - Static X - Not Meant For Me

Peter has done it again.

He ususally brings his 4 wheel drive to work, but for the last 2 days he has bought his "Other Car" to work, his Mazda RX-8.

GRRRRR.

Good Morning World, and a mighty fine morning it is.

So I just wanted to say "GOOD MORNING" to you all.

And the other thing that I wanted to say, was to those in the US facing that monster of a storm, please all of you stay safe.

I know you are probably sick and tired of hearing me harp on about the training this Thursday, but......

Now I am not just excited and nervous. I am now excited, nervous and scared.

I went to training last Thursday night, and Mike Sensei was telling the class about Koisumi Sensei (Grand Master of Hokushin Iaido). He was telling us about Koisumi Sensei's perception, the way that he can note down the flaws in a persons technique from across a room, whilst doing the same to the other 20+ people in the room. The way that he can spot a persons basic's and tell how good they are from their first waza. How demanding he is of his students.

I am now very worried that I am not going to be good enough, that I will not perform to my own (admittedly very high) standards, and even more worried that I won't perform to Koisumi Sensei's standards.

I know that I am good enough, but I also know how pressure affects people, and there is little more pressure then having the Grand Master watching you, especially when he is considered one of the greatest swordmasters of the modern world.

All I need to tell myself.

"Oblstacles are illusions, techniques are illusions, the world is empty."

Again, sorry for harping on about the training this Thursday, I know that you have probably heard enough about it already.

Just a couple of things that have been said to me this morning.

"I'll be there shortly" - Roger Britton

"I'll have it for you shortly" - Dale Pike

"I'll be back shortly" - Rob Cheslin

"See you shortly" - Angie Pole

STOP CALLING ME SHORTLY!!!!!

Just putting the finishing touches on my new computer, Just need to install the networking drivers and the sound card drivers and then all will be sweet.

I just put Lightwave [8] on the computer, for those of you who don't know of, or have never been exposed to Lightwave, it is a 3D Modelling/Animation/Rendering Package from Newtech. It is the sort of thing that is used to create the special effects in movies and the graphics in games.

I have been using Lightwave for about 6 months, probably a little less.

Eventually I will put some of my renders on my blog for you all to have a look (and a laugh) at.

My new computer is a P4 3.4Ghz 2Gb of RAM ect....

So it's not exactly the most uber top of the range system, but it is fairly 'lite.

Anyway, back to getting paid for stuffing around with my home PC :D :D :D :D :D. 

Hey all,

Head on off to www.thinkgeek.com and check out some of the stuff that they have too offer.

They have replica lightsabers, caffinated "everything" and everything in between.

Check it out, if only for a laugh.

AAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH

OUR AIR CON HAS BROKEN DOWN

It's going to be a HOT summer and we don't have air con

< Wail > NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO </ Wail >

Sorry for stealing your title TheFallenAngel but it is just so fitting.

Tonight IS the night,

There is no putting it off,

If I am not ready now,

Then I never will be.

BRING THIS SHIT ON!!!!! 

In just a few (about 7) hours I am going to be on HOLIDAYS for a couple of days.

Bliss that cannot be counted upon ones fingers.

*YAY* for holidays.

Unfortunatley, these will probably be the last holidays I get untill Christmas Eve.

Meh, you get that.

*YAY* for holidays.

Hey all, I wrote this poem a couple of minutes ag (I appologise that it is not that good, it only took a couple of minutes).

Please give me your feedback.

The Transformation:

My sword is oiled,

My Gi is clean,

My blade shines with,

A silver sheen.

My Hakama's loose,

My belts are tight,

There's no escaping it,

Tonight's the night.

Once again,

I shall tranform,

From timid man,

To warrior born.

OMFG The Uberness of it All.

Last night was a case of the Good, the Bad and the Ugly so i'll break it down.

The Good - Part 1 - Koizumi Sensei.

OMFG Koizumi Sensei is good, he is so mind-bogglingly good that it is unbelievable. He showed us 5 techniques (and an alternate version of one). I can do all 5 of them, as they form the basics of the art. The way that Koizumi does the technices is just jaw dropping. He is so fast, so precise, so DEADLY. Last night I know that I met one of the worlds most deadly people.

The Good - Part 2 - Me.

I know that the title sounds arrogant. but.....

*HAPPY DANCE*

I NAILED IT, I F&%#ING WELL NAILED IT.

*HAPPY DANCE*

Everything went picture perfect, I couldnt have asked myself to perform better.

I think enough has been said on this subject.

The Bad.

The bad part of last night is......

If Koizumi Sensei is the yardstick that I use to measure my achievement with the sword.....

I am NEVER going to deserve the name "Blademaster" :( :( :( :( :(.

The Ugly - Nick's Students.

This could also be the Good - Part 3 - Nick's Students.

Not a single one of Nick's students performend very well. This has happened before. For those of you who don't know, Nick is the Chief Instructor of the Australian dojos, a 6th Dan. The chief instructor of the Beenleigh dojo (my dojo) is Mike, a 2nd Dan. On every function that we have had over the last few years there has been a friendly rivalry between the 2 Australian dojos, the Beenleigh Dojo has come up trumps on every occasion. We did it again last night. The guys from Wynum are actually better than we are, they are more experience, yet they don't deal with the pressure as well as we do.

Anyway, I am REALLY happy with last night and I can't wait until tonight where we get to go and do it again for twice as long.

Thankyou for everybody who has shown faith in me over the last month or so. I couldn't have done it without your support, I needed all of the cofidance that I could get.

Thankyou

*Bows*

*Departs*

A LONG WEEKEND.

I am going to go and fall of the edge of the world for a few days.

I doubt I will see an internet connection untill the other side of the weekend.

Have a good weekend.

See you on Tuesday.

I don't believe it, I just don't believe it.

A number of weeks ago I entered what I consider my best work of poetry ("Iaido") into a no holds bared competition. 

I just got an E-Mail this morning I GOT NAMED A SEMI FINALIST!!!!!

OMFG.

For those who havent seen the poem it is at.....

http://blademaster777.mindsay.com/?entry=32

I just don't believe it.

A think bank of fog blankets South East Queensland making objects in the distance hazy, Indestinct, colourless, lifeless. Much the same way that I am feeling on the inside.

I wonder now, was I MEANT to die in my car accident last year, Did I throw a spanner in the works of God's plan for my life by surviving? Sometimes I think it would have been easier on everybody had I have died in that accident, all that I can see is the pain that I cause for others. The way that I compound their stress and their worries.

I don't want to be here if all I do is bring pain, the people that I associate with are worth more than that to me.

I no longer know what is happening in my life, I no longer know where I am or where I'm going. I'm lost in a colourless world, a lifeless world.

My appologies for the rather morbid entry.

Hey guys, just wanted to say sorry for the Bitter Rant from thismorning.

I am just so bitter about so much that is happening in my life at the moment.

I probably will be (once again) the only single person in my friendship circle and it is just really getting on my nerves.

The fact that I have been single for every day of my 20 years of life is really beginning to get the better of me, and the fact that I can see no end in sight anywhere in the near future makes the feeling worse.

But, I am sure you don't have the time, nor the desire to hear about my personal dramas.

Hey all, check out this site, it is a site filled with demotivators.

Examples.....

There are many more at www.Despair.Com

Hey Guys,

I am seeking a game of chess, I know that I have asked this before and got no relpl, but I will try again.

Anybody who wants to play a game of Chess please go to www.RedHotPawn.Com and sign up, then please challenge me (Blademaster777) to a game.

Please Note: I am not a very good player, profesional players need not apply.

This is something my boss showed me (he got it in an E-Mail) and I thought I would share it with you.

"Life in every breath" - The Last Samurai

"Where there is life there is hope" - Old saying.

I went home last night and meditated long and hard about what has been happening in my life lately, clearing my mind of all the pent up bitterness. I feel better than I have felt in a long time.

*YAY* :D :D :D :D :D

Hey all,

Following is the lyrics for 3 songs by Rob Thomas off his "Something To Be" album that hit me REALLY hard when I got the album a couple of days back (Monday I think it was).

Another poem for you all to take a look at and give me your feedback please.

Freedom

To the world I show a face,

A face that is not me,

Inside I am bottled up,

Begging to be free.

What do I need to free myself,

When will my chains be broken,

When shall it be that I shall speak,

And know that "I" have spoken.

I look around and see my life,

And watch the lie I'm living,

One day I shall be free again,

Free to live the life I'm given.

Many weeks ago now I had a dream, a vivid dream. I don't often remember dreams, they usually only stay with me as vauge impresions, but this dream I can remember in great detail. I took notice of it (When it's the first dream you have remembered in about 10 years you tend to do that) and yet at the same time thought nothing of it.

Over the last few days things have been comming to pass NEARLY EXACTLEY as they did in the dream, so I have begun to wonder if that dream actually meant something? I am not sure, but my something inside tells me that this is not just coincdence (though that might be wishful thinking as I would be VERY happy if this dream did come true).

Sorry guys, just rambling.

Today has been.......today, nothing special, nothing great but not earth-shatteringly bad at least.

What annoys me a little is how monotonous this job can be. Repeating the same thing over and over, time and time again. Today I have done the same thing for 7 hours straight (except for a half-hour for lunch).

Don't get me wrong, I like my job, it pays well and it has some very interesting elements (What other job can you work on a power station, a concrete batching plant, a wheelbarrow, a portable sewrage treatment plant and a chocolate factory in the same week?) and even what I have been doing all day today (Rendering playgrounds) I enjoy doing, but I have done the same thing for a couple of days without a break (I'm tied to my desk day and night, occasionaly they let me go home if I have behaved myself :D. J/K) and I am getting a LITTLE sick of it.

Ah meh, I get paid, and paid fairly well for what I do, and that's all that matters.

This is unnatural. It is early spring, IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE MID 30 DEGREES.

*Dreads Summer*

I love Australia, I really do.

I just hate her weather.

Don't you hate it when electircal items don't DO WHAT THEIR SUPPOSED TO DO!!!!!

Our A/C is dead and it's like stepping into a blast furnace outside.

*GRRRRR*

Finally, I got to make some use out of the Lightwave that is sitting at home on my computer.

It took a little while (About an hour), but I managed (With the help of a tutorial) to model a very simple butterfly and render a short (less than 2 seconds) video clip of it flying across the screen.

All in all I am really begining to love the time I spend in Lightwave, it really is an awesome program. It has powerful moddelling capabilities as well as an awesome in built animation and rendering ability. 

*YAY*

The A/C is working again.

*YAY*

I'm not going to be roasted alive.

*YAY*

:D :D :D :D :D

*YAY*

THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY!!!!!

I am looking forward to having a very lazy weekend.

But this weekend I will see a 'net connection so I might catch up with you people over the weekend.

Have a good one.

I have just recieved another email from the people who are running the poetry contest that I have entered saying that they want to enter me into another cometition as one of the "Best New Poets of 2005" (What a joke) though for it I must enter a new unpublished poem. could you people please reply to this entry with your votes from the work that appears in my blog (The sum total of my poetic efforts).

Thankyou in advance.

Go and check out this poem by Magician (Sorry m'lady)

http://magician.mindsay.com/no_longer.mws

It is a really beautiful piece of work.

This is the sum total of all my poetry in one entry. This entry will be kept up to date, holding all of my poetry in chronological order.

For those of you who either don't like poetry or don’t like my poetry. TURN BACK NOW!!!!!

My apologies because this is likely to be a LONG entry.

I hope that it brings some measure of enjoyment to those who read it, just like it gives me enjoyment to write them.

Clicking on the title of the poem will take you to its original entry, I would really appreciate your comments on my work, but please comment on a poem under its original entry.

Sum Total of All My Poetry

Questions

What is it that they want from me?

I'm never really sure.

Do they want me in there life?

Or do they want me out the door?

Should I sit and wait and wonder?

Or act and pray I'm right.

Should I go through the door left open?

Or stay out here in the night?

What happened to the man I was?

To the warrior true born.

Should I stand and seize this moment?

Or should I live my life forlorn?

My Lord

My Lord I need your guidance.

I truly need a helping hand,

I need to know what I can do,

To truly be your man.

I am little but a warrior,

And bushido guides my heart,

But I wish to know your will,

So that I may do my part.

My life, My sword, My honor,

is pledged each and every day,

And forever shall I serve you,

In each and every way.

Individuality

Within the herd we stand,

Just one amid the crowd,

But no one is insignificant,

Be strong, Stand tall, Be Proud.

We all can make a difference,

We only need to try,

If no one made an effort,

We all would wonder why.

So live the life you're blessed with,

Live it each and every day,

And when you're old look back,

And be glad you found the way.

Iaido

Sun glints of sharpened steel,

Moving faster than the eye.

Apart they are but man and steel,

Together Samurai.

Their art is swift and deadly,

Their blade is fast and true.

But honor is the judge,

Of everything they do.

Honor and lethality,

Are each an equal part.

Bushido is their code,

Iaido is their art.

Untitled

My thoughts are all in tatters,

My soul's a tortured mess,

Now I walk alone,

For it's the path that I know best.

My life has all gone grey,

The colour is not there,

What happened to my friends,

The ones I thought would care.

What happened to my happiness,

Where did I go wrong,

For I'm no longer sure,

If I have the strength to carry on.

Untitled

If I were to do tomorrow,

Would any truly care,

How many would even notice,

That I was no longer there.

Should my life desert me,

How many would rejoice,

That never again would they be forced,

To ever hear my voice.

If life were to forsake me,

Would I ever cross their mind,

Or would I be just another person,

Who took himself before his time.

The Transformation

My sword is oiled,

My Gi is clean,

My blade shines with,

A silver sheen.

My Hakama's loose,

My belts are tight,

There's no escaping it,

Tonight's the night.

Once again,

I shall transform,

From timid man,

To warrior born.

Freedom

To the world I show a face,

A face that is not me,

Inside I am bottled up,

Begging to be free.

What do I need to free myself,

When will my chains be broken,

When shall it be that I shall speak,

And know that "I" have spoken.

I look around and see my life,

And watch the lie I'm living,

One day I shall be free again,

Free to live the life I'm given.

The Flame of Hope

Within us all there burns a flame,

It is noble and it's true,

Let that flame burn in your life,

In everything you do.

When love seems all but gone,

and all the world is gray,

Go within and feel your flame,

Let hope light up your day.

Never live your life in fear,

That those you love don't care,

For all you need to do is ask,

And we shall all be there.

Falling Part I

I'm falling down,

and down again,

I cannot stop,

I can't begin.

I plunge ever downwards,

The wind rushing past my face,

Praying that it soon shall end,

Waiting for that warm embrace.

How was it that it cam to this,

For I was held in such regard,

When all my plans worked perfectly,

Why's falling in love so hard?

The Battle

Falling Part II

One's a lonely number,

and falling feels so good,

Doing what you told yourself,

Than you never would.

But this doubt still lingers,

Am I good enough for you,

I try to earn your love,

With everything I do.

If you do not want me,

Please show me to the door,

Otherwise just tell me,

And let me fall some more.

Fallen (AKA Falling Part III)

Now my fate is sealed,

My love's been given out,

Never shall I live in fear,

For her love I will not doubt.

Thoughts spin through my head,

A cacophony of noise,

My thoughts of her surround me,

Her beauty, grace and poise.

Now that I have fallen,

My path forward seems so clear,

Without a doubt forever more,

My love is yours m'dear.

One Day

Right now I sit alone,

Whishing she was here,

The darkness surrounds me,

I only want to hold her near.

My love for her does fill me,

And I know her love is true,

But now within this darkness,

I wonder what to do.

Now I sit and think of her,

Although she is so far away,

I know that our time shall come,

One day my love, one day.

Our Walls

Around our heart we build our walls,

We build them high and strong,

Thinking that with such a guard,

Our lives cannot go wrong.

Though in this world all we are,

Is but one half of a whole,

Our lives remain incomplete,

Until we find that special soul.

So when you build your walls in life,

Be sure to leave a door,

So that the one who loves you most,

Can be with you ever more.

This poem is Dedicated to Magician 

The Flame of Hope

Within us all there burns a flame,

It is noble and it's true,

Let that flame burn in your life,

In everything you do.

When love seems all but gone,

and all the world is gray,

Go within and feel your flame,

Let hope light up your day.

Never live your life in fear,

That those you love don't care,

For all you ned to do is ask,

And we shall all be there.

M'Dear, you fight a battle, but you do not fight it alone. I am with you now and always.

*Hug* Keep your chin up and don't loose hope.

Just listening on the radio before about some of the long range weather predictions for Summer. Hot, with probably extremly high storm activity and above average cyclone activity.

WHAT, LOTS OF STORMS *YAY*

*Waits*

*Thinks about recent events*

Perhaps above average cyclone activity is not what we want just now, when recent history is consulted.

Oh well, it seems we could go from a couple of years of drought to flooding.

Damn you've gotta love Mother Natures sense of irony.

I am sooooo tired at the moment.

I didn't hardly sleep at all night and I have been at work for nearly 9 hours ( Working my backside off because nobody wanted to talk to me :( ).

I had another dream last night, I don't know what it was about but I know that I drempt.

I just don't know at the moment, is my life getting back on track or is it just going haywire. I dunno, and in my current state, I truly couldn't care.

I hope everyone else has had a good day. 

< Wails > I CONFESS I KILLED HIM < / Wails >

But he was just lying around, doing nothing, It's not worng to kill when they aren't being usefull.

For those of you who are gasping and attempting to call the Police, please put down the phone, I am refering to the box that used to hold my computer tower, but is now empty since the tower has made it's residency under my desk. I took to it with one of my many swords, and now I don't think it's going to make it. There are about 3 dozen foot-long gashes around the box and a number of large holes have opened up on 2 of it's sides.

SO I NEEDED SOME STRESS RELIEF AND IT WAS ALL THAT I COULD COME UP WITH!!!!!

SO SHOOT ME!!!!!

(Actually on second thought, with the ammount of psychotic women that read my blog, please ignore that statement)

*Wails*

It's amazing how much better a person can feel after a 'V' and 1.25L of Ckoe.

Not tired anymore.

*Bounces off the walls*

I am feeling absolutly wonderful at the moment, but I am also feeling absolutly s&$thouse at the same time.

I feel wonderful for a number of reasons.

1) I have been talking to quite a few of my firends quite regularly over this past week, and as usual they have given me a sense of belonging.

2) My muscles are sore (Not like that you sick-minded people) I went to training last night and trained as hard as ever, and my muscles are telling me about it this morning.

3) It looks as though I could have a fairly breezy day at work today. and of course IT's FRIDAY.

I feel s&$thouse for a number of reasons.

1) I am just so tired.

2) I am just so lonely.

3) I don't feel like I have a purpose.

4) My goals seem unachievable.

But enough of this, IT's FRIDAY, there can be noo sad thoughts on a FRIDAY.

What a boring day it has turned out to be. I thought it was going to be fairly breasy but this is just ridiculous.

QUICK UPDATE.

Feeling a little better than I was this morning (Or I might be feeling less bad, rather than more good, meh, either way)

5 HOURS 20 MINUTES TILL THE WEEKEND!!!!! :D :D :D :D :D

*YAY*

This weekend just gone was fairly interesting, nothing out of the ordinary, but interesting.

Friday night I did very little that is worth noting, merely spent most of the night (and part of the next morning) on the phone to a good friend.

Saturday was spent at the Games and Comics Arena, a store that I REGULARLY frequent. I spent the day playing random CCG's (Collectible Card Games) and RPG's (Role Playing Games). I also recieved a birthday present from a friend previously mentioned. Don't worry M'Dear, your birthday is next month, I'll have my rewenge.

Sunday I spent half the day once again playing RPG's, finishing a long and drawn out court scene, and defeating random assassination attempts against one of the party members.

That was my weekend in a nutshell.

I hope everyone else has had a good one as well.

Just a random quote.

Never kick a man while he's down, unless you're sure he wont get up again!!!!!

Something on another blog thismorning got me thinking about my car crash last year, and more importantly, the thoughts that ran riotthrough my head when I was convinced that this was as they say "It". I looked over my life and decided I was proud of myself for my accomplishments, I had defeated many a difficult challenge that was thrown in my path. I had built strong friendships that will last untill the end of our days.

But now I wonder, if my accident were to happen today, would I still be as proud of myself, I have achieved very little since my accident. It just makes me wonder.

"I'm so sick of being mature, sensitive and polite.....The greatest irony is that nobody takes you seriously"

This is courtesy of one of my old friends.

But how true it is.

Blognapped from ESpiritsAura 

Comment. Then I'll say something I honestly adore about you.

Also.

1. Comment here and I'll pick one of your interests and draw a picture using *anything but* the mighty MS Paint.

2. You have no say in what I draw for you, or in how much it will suck!

3. Put this in your journal along with the pictures people drew for you.

*Shudders* at just how bad these pictures could turn out.

Very little happened today that was out of the ordinary.

We have a work experience school student here for the week and he is as dumb as duck-shit, he can't do even the basics right.

We had to get a picture framed for one of our clients, which went surrisingly well, seeing as the framer used to be like a bear with a sore head. It went surprisingly painlessly, even when we asked him to have the job done within 24 hours.

Other than that it was a case of same-old, same-old.

That was my day, I hope everyone else had a good one.

*GRRRRRRRRRR*

I left my phones sync cable at home, which means no browsing the net/chatting on MSN/AIM whilst I'm at work.

*GRRRRRRRRRR*

This is NOT going to be a good day.

The Thousand Years of Steel:

Only a fool draws his blade rashly, unknowing that the entire world rests upon it's edge.

Strike like the flowing river, without beginning, pause or end.

Unseen, Unpredictable, Unassailable, only a fool believes he can defeat the wind.

Obstacles are illusions, technique is an illusion, the world is empty.

I have so got to stop doing this. There isn't much to do at work today so I have spent the last hour looking at random Computer games that I want to buy in the near future.

Now that the list is above 20 (Of which I will also need to purchase a PS3 AND and an XBox 360), I think it's time to stop.

*Closes GameSpot.com*

*Closes EBGames.com*

*Goes back to work*

I was just thinking to myself as I walked down the main street of Beenleigh to post our weekly invoices.

"Hang on a minute, I am walking through BEENLEIGH, with $23000 worth of unpaid invoices, this feels wierd"

Sorry, just a random thought.

I am going in to EB Games at the Marketplace todayat lunch to Pre-Oreder a game (NeverWinter Nights - Diamond). It is an Awesome game, a compilation of the Original Game and the 3 expansions to it.

I just happen to love NWN, it is an awesome Computer RPG.

Even though it is going to cost me $70, it's certainly going to be worth it.

Happy Gaming.

I'm an idiot.

I just went walking (for half an hour, when I should be working) in the rain, now I'm back in the air conditioning and feeling VERY cold.

I'm an idiot.

And yet another week draws to a close, another boring week in which I achieved nothingof any real value.

I am sick of just working for my current client. It's easy but when all is said and done it is useless.

I want to be drawing the stuff that matters again.

Ah, meh. It'll be over come next year.

And on a final note.....

TGIF: THANK GOD IT'S FIRDAY.

Thanks Logrus  JM told me about this quiz.

Smart Paladin 51% Combativeness, 6% Sneakiness, 82% Intellect, 69% Spirituality

Valorous! Noble! Or possibly just a self-righteous jerk (but with the brains to keep you alive!)... You are a Smart Paladin! Paladins are holy warriors. They are valorous defenders of the light. Unfortunately, most of them are so ardent in their defense they tend to meet sticky ends faster than you can say "rampaging red dragon." Many people look up to Paladins, while others just consider them stuck up, overbearing, or self-righteous. Fortunately for you, unlike most Paladins, you're pretty smart. Which means that you're more likely to fall into the "admired" category, rather than the "obnoxious" or "dead" categories. Much like the crusades, you manage to combine violence and religion, though unlike the crusades, you add a healthy does of intelligence. You may be a staunch defender of the faith, a valorous champion of the weak, or the stuff that jihads are made of. Which ever one you are, just be happy that you’ve got the smarts to back it up and make it work.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 41% on Combativeness You scored higher than 0% on Sneakiness You scored higher than 84% on Intellect You scored higher than 92% on Spirituality

Link: The RPG Class Test written by MFlowers on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Good morning all, and a mighty fine morning it is.

Don't ask me why it is a mighty fine morning, it just is and I have no explaination for it.

I am just in a good mood this morning (Don't ask me how that happened, it just did)

GOOD MORNING!!!!!

(It is sooooo not natural to be this chirpy before 8:00 in the morning)

A song that I love, and a post from MotionlessWheel reminded me of it.

Incubus - Pardon Me

Pardon me while I burst.....

A decade ago, I never thought I would be
At twenty three, on the verge of
spontaneous combustion. Woe-is-me. But I
guess that it comes with the territory; an
ominous landscape of
never ending calamity
I need you to hear, I need you to see, that I have
had all I can take and
exploding seems like a definite possibility
to me.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world, and its people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me...I’ll never be the same.

Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book and I saw a picture of a
guy
fried up above his knees
I said, "I can relate," ‘cause lately I've been thinking of combustication
as a welcomed vacation from
the burdens of the planet earth.
Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D...
but thinking so much differently.
So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world and its people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me...I’ll never be the same.

Never Be the same

Pardon me while I burst into flames.
Pardon me, pardon me, pardon me.

So pardon me while I burst into flames.
I've had enough of the world and its people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.
Pardon me, pardon me... I’ll never be the same.
Pardon me, (I’ll) never be the same, yeah...

It is official. 'V' is the best cure for Mondayitus known to man.

I suck one 'V' donw and suddenly I can concentrate.

The other cure is one my friend suggested. Give Mondays a MRP (Most Recent Printing) that states that Mondays don't start till 10:00.

Sorry, just another bunch of random crap from me.

Just as I expected.

Meh, I'm a geek and I'm proud of it.

I think there is something wrong with me.

For the first time in, I don't know how many, years I have woken up feeling chirpy and refreshed 2 days in a row.

This is really wierd, especially since I don't know why I am happy.

I just have this feeling of contentment, like for the first time in years I might finally have my life pointing in the right direction, I just really don't know, all I know is that I feel like taking advantage of this feeling while it lasts.

Anyway, just my thoughts on the subject.

Thank god I dont relate to ALL of these yet..... Just most of them.....

You Know You're Addicted to Coding When...

Triple espresso's start tasting bland You have nightmares about COBOL and ADA. You have good dreams about multiple inheritance, factories, and compilers that support partial template specialization. Instead of using MS Word, you type your essay for school in HTML using NotePad. School? What's that? You can multiply a 32 bit binary number by a 6 digit hexadecimal number in your head. You laugh at movies that show programmers at work. You walk outside and wonder why the sun doesn't make a lens-flare in your eye.... You get withdrawal symptoms if you're away from a computer for more than 3 hours (Lines_of_Code) / (Hours_of_Sleep) < (Number_of_Energy_Drinks_Consumed) Every time you look at your clock, you see a power of 2 (6:40, 1:28, 2:56, 5:12, 10:24) You're pressing CTRL+S every 5 minutes, in every application..  You end each line you type with ";", even plain english ones; You code your own support software for the digital camera you just bought. When your significant other mentions having kids you lecture her on the disadvantages of multiple inheritance. MSVC opens on startup. Whenever somebody asks you to do something, you try to think of a way to write a program that would help you. You have 2 bookshelves filled with programming books in your room... because the 5 shelves in the living room are full. You know the following sequence by heart: 1 2 4 8 16 32 64 128 256 512 1024 2048 4096 8192 16384 32768 65536 131072 You read The Tao of Programming...and relate. You need an intercom for downstairs to tell your parents / girlfriend / wife / whatever to get you more JOLT. When you take a break from programming, and program. When you can say with a great level of confidance that you have written more lines of code than english. You wake up in the middle of the night with the solution to your coding problem. Your 4 year old son has seen you login and out of Windows and Linux so much that he can do it himself. You are the only one who knows what the difference is between a coder and a programmer. You have more groceries inside your keyboard than in your fridge. You have a toothbrush next to your monitor. You watch a tv sitcom and think "I could write an algorithm that writes the scripts for these things" You sit stuck at traffic lights and work out a more efficient algorithm for them, based on road orientation, sensor placement, time of year, time of day, weather and local sporting events, in your head. The people you respect most you have never physically seen or spoken to, but you always bow to their knowledge. Your family informs you than you should go and make some more friends ...so you start coding AI routines. You consider 'drinking caffeine' and 'sleeping' to be synonyms. You can write 'Pong' in any language for any OS (or even NO OS) in under 4 minutes. You get drunk\high\otherwise intoxicated just for a different coding experience. You think of sex as an algorithm. Sunshine genuinely hurts your eyes. You actually feel like crap from getting 8 hours of sleep, that just so unnatural You can't help but squeeze math and research topics in while sweet-talking to a girl. You have a "hacker's manicure" (i.e. huge calluses on all your fingers) When you die you want "Hello world" carved into your headstone. You keep old computers around and boot them up every once in awhile for the nostalgia. You would like to have an Aibo to see if you can run Linux on it. Your mother phoned you to see if you were still alive, and you responded "ping". You look at your old code and cringe. You got a D in Computer Programming class because you where coding a plasma effect instead of a "Hello World!" program. You read books on quantum physics and time-travel to relax. When someone asks you your favorite color, you give the RGB code in binary. No one else can ever use your computer, as it is tweaked so much only you know how to use it. The first time you use another person's computer it takes you less than 30 seconds to completely disable all useless programs from running at boot and uninstalling all the ad-ware the fools had on the system. You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to coding.

What a way to ruin an extremely good mood.

I was talking to a good mate of mine on MSN this morning and we had a little conversation about something that happened to him recently.

Anybody who knows me knows that I am fiercly protective of my friends (because I don't have many of them and I cherish each and every one of them) and I am also protective of women.

When my mate told me the story I saw red, in a way it was a little thing, but that little thing hurt one of my friends and a few of his friends (one young woman in particular), I don't know what came over me, the events that transpired offended me so deeply that I did something that I promised myself that I had beaten and I would never do again. I wanted the blood of the f&%khead that did this, the f&%khead that so heartlessly hurt a friend of mine and a person whom I have a great deal of respect for (even though I have never met her).

I have not felt the electric thrill of pure, untainted, anger in many years, not since I vowed that I would never again lose control of my passions, my emotions, my darker, more violent tendancies. What I hate is the feling of invigoration when you body becomes empowered by your anger, knowing that at any ime you could choose to release it and carve a bloody swath through youre enemies. The intoxicating feeling of power.

Now that my anger has cooled and I look at what happened I feel shame for my weakness, that I have failed my own trust and the trst that other people vested in me.

I know that violence serves nothing, that violent thoughts, intents and actions only deepen the problems.

I wonder how I would have fared, had the target of my rage been in the room, would I have been able to restrain myself, or would I have been too far gone to my anger, past the point of no return.

Sorry for my rambling, but I felt a great need to get this off of my chest.

Happiness is a choice, day by day, even hour by hour, a person needs to make the choice to be happy.

These are (aproximatly) the words spoken by a very wise friend of mine.

Now thanks to her help, and the help of my friends I have been able to start to make that choice, at least in the mornings, I still gave work to do if  want to be able to make the choice in every second of my life. But I am working on it.

In case you haven't realised, I am once again feeling good this morning. I am over my anger from yesterday, and am once again feeling wonderful.

I hope that everyone else can make the choice to be happy in their lives as well (Hell, If I can do it, anybody can).

Have a good day everyone.

I've just finished my afternoon sleep (read 'V').

Now however I've realised that it's 3:20 and I've done nothing all day.

All I have done today is look at Neverwinter Nights Walkthroughs, Play Chess, and Chat to people on IM's and Mindsay.

What a day.

There are a bunch of roadworks taking place down my street at the moment, in 2 places there are marked off areas where they have dug up the side of the road to work on it.

The bad thing is that this means that only one car can pass abreast.

The other bad thing is the layout of our street.

The top of the street is about 450m -> 500m long and perfectly straight so I'm sure you can see what it is often used for.

Yes, indeed, drag racing.

I was comming home yesterday when some F&%KING IDIOT came roaring 'round the corner at the top of the street. He didn't see me untill he was half way 'round the corner and I was just entering the taped off area. He must have been doing 120kph -> 130kph and was never going to be able to slow down in time to avoid the accident.

In the end we DID avoid the accident after I punched my poor heap of s&%t through the obstacle before yanking it to the left, even then it was closer then I appreciate (as the dips&%t had to center on the road to clear the ostacle).

I don't mind street racers, they have and, of course, want to develop a set of skills that I will never posses. All that I have to say about it is, if you are going to do it, do it safely, where you are not going to endanger the lives of others.

YOU DON'T DRAG DOWN A SUBURBAN STREET AT OVER 100KPH AT 4:30 IN THE F&%KING AFTERNOON, ESPECIALLY DOWN A STREET THAT HAS SO MANY YOUNG CHILDREN WHO OFTEN PLAY ON, OR AT VERY LEAST NEAR, THE ROAD!!!!!

I'm sorry for the rant guys.

I went to training last night, and I don't think I have ever trained to hard in my life, or at least I have never woken up so sore the next morning.

I spent most of the night practising the timing on a waza called Ichi-Monji, the only problem with the technique is that it is VERY hard on the knees (There is a part where you have to drop from the balls of your feet onto your knees) and thighs (Standing straight up from that position is hard.

All in all it was a pretty good night and I felt like I got somewhere.

I have been told that I might be going for a grading (or two) in March of next year, which is good (and about time).

Urgh. I have a sore throat, if it gets too much worse then Grant (The bastard who gave it to me) will die.....PAINFULLY.

Urgh.

TGIF.

I KNOW, I KNOW, I'M NOT PRETTY ENOUGH TO BE A CRANE. I KNOW.

I am far more likely to be a Kakita trained Shiba. :D :D :D :D :D

For those who don't know what I'm talking about, how do you like my new avatar?

He watches me, standting about ten meters away, his eyes shine with the fire of harted. I meet his gaze, my face calm and collected, showing no emotion. He draws his sword with a sharp, violent motion. My hands creep forward, my left making contact with my saya an instant before my right makes contact with the tsuka, this is his first warning. He begins to cautiously advance, one slow step, and then another. I begin to pull my sword from my obi, saya and all as I step forward with my left foot, feeling the ground with my toes to ensure nothing obstructs my path, his second warning. He begins to increase his pace nearly charging at me, believing me foolish for still having my sword sheathed. The thumb on my left hand pushes forward, unlocking the sword, his third warning. He continues to charge at me, but when he comes withing my range, he gets no more warnings. My sword leaps from its resting place, cutting the air with a lethal hiss.

Have a look at this post from Fyreph.....

http://fyreph.mindsay.com/an_inspirational_story.mws

It does seem to back up my post from last week (http://blademaster777.mindsay.com/happiness_is_a_choice.mws).

.....without my afternoon nap (read 'V').

Sorry just a random thought.

For Addicted2PJs .....

As promised m'lady

I was just wondering before. What do you do when you start to do something that you promised yourself you would NEVER do, for your own safety/sanity.

Sorry there are a lot of 'dos' in this post.

--edit--

Just another thing that I thought I should mention, at the same time as doing the above, I also do something else that I promised myself that I would never do again.....

I'm sorry if I am being a tiny bit vauge.

Another one for you guys to have a look at. Please give me your feedback.

Falling:

I'm falling down,

and down again,

I cannot stop,

I can't begin.

I plunge ever downwards,

The wind rushing past my face,

Praying that it soon shall end,

Waiting for that warm embrace.

How was it that it cam to this,

For I was held in such regard,

When all my plans worked perfectly,

Why's falling in love so hard.

..... But I was.....occupied.

Sorry, I will try to do better in the future.

Hey guys, I have been trying to write this poem for a couple of months now, but the words only came then. I am actually quite pleased with this one (which probably means everyone else will hate it) I however am not happy with the title, so if you could please post some ideas for a better title.

The Battle

Deep down inside,

Hiding from light,

Fighting a battle,

That none other can fight.

I cry tears of joy,

and tears of pain,

My tears surround me,

like a mid-summer rain.

A victory won,

From a hard battle fought,

But another battle must come,

Else it shall all be for nought.

IT'S BLOODY WELL RAINING OUTSIDE!!!!!

And not only that it's raining at exactly the right force/volume where I like to go and run around/dance in it.

BUT I'M BLOODY WELL WORKING!!!!!

NOOOOO!!!!!

*Shakes fist at sky* "I shake my fist at you!!!!!

*Mutters* *Grumbles* *Rants*

Sorry for the randomness of this rant.

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</Rant>

Well, it seems I've been corrupted, now I'm doing random funny quotes as well.

All of these have a theme, would anybody care to guess it?

He is as thick as a s&%t beetle - Doug Ray.

He knows about as much about [Insert Subject Matter Here] as I could write on the back of a postage stamp in broad tipped marker pen - Doug Ray.

He is as dumb as duck s&%t - Doug Ray.

He wouldn't know s&%t from clay - Doug Ray.

and my personal favorite.....

He wouldn't know Rat-S&%t from Rice Bubbles - Doug Ray.

Damn he is a funny bastard.

That's all for today, It is raining outside and I feel like running around in it.

Good morning all.

Another clear, bright, sunny morning in Sout-East Queensland, another morning which perfectly suits my mood.

I truly must be sriously sick, it is unnatural to be so happy so often.

I hope everyone has a good day!!!!!

I still can't get over just how good Shall We Dance the movie is.....

and I love this song....

Shall We Dance? -

We've just been introduced
I do not know you well
But when the music started
Something drew me to your side

So many men and girls
Are in each other's arms
It made me think we might be similarly occupied

(Chorus)
Shall we dance?
On a bright cloud of music shall we fly?
Shall we dance?
Shall we then say "goodnight" and mean "goodbye?"

Or, per chance when the last little star has left the sky
Shall we still be together with our arms around each other
And shall you be my new romance?
On the clear understanding that this kind of thing can happen
Shall we dance?
Shall we dance?
Shall we dance?

It came up in a conversation a couple of days ago, and I haven't been able to get it out of my head since.....

Not that that is a bad thing :D :D :D :D :D

Have a good one.

It was left unfinished in it's last installment, so here is part 2.

Falling Part 2

One's a lonely number,

and falling feels so good,

Doing what you told yourself,

Than you never would.

But this doubt still lingers,

Am I good enough for you,

I try to earn your love,

With everything I do.

If you do not want me,

Please show me to the door,

Otherwise just tell me,

And let me fall some more.

I finally picked up a book last night that has been sitting on my floor for a week or more. It is 'Flight of the Night Hawk' by Raymond E. Fiest. I love the quotes that he puts in the beginning of his books, and this one last night struck me..... Hard.....

Fate will bring together those thousands of miles apart.

Without fate they will miss each other, even though they meet face to face. - A chinese proverb

The third and final installment of the series of poems. I hope you like it.

Fallen (AKA Falling Part 3)

Now my fate is sealed,

My love's been given out,

Never shall I live in fear,

For her love I will not doubt.

Thoughts spin through my head,

A cacophony of noise,

My thoughts of her surround me,

Her beauty, grace and poise.

Now that I have fallen,

My path forward seems so clear,

Without a doublt forever more,

My love is yours m'dear.

Why is it that the simple things in life are always the best?

Why is it when our society revolves around money, we get the such enjoyment out of something that costs nothing?

I am just on top of the world at them moment.

Thankyou to all of the people that made it possible.

Have a good day everyone.

In the days when the ball of our vision,

Had eagles that flew unbashed to sun,

When the grasp on the bow was decision,

And the arrow and hand and eye were one,

When pleasures like waves to a swimmer,

Come heaving for rapture ahead,

Invoke them they dwindle they glimmer,

As lights over mounds of the dead.

From Raymond E. Fiest's Rage of a Demon King

If this is to be my truest test of courage so be it, I will face it like every other one.....with honor!

MEYO!!!!!

I'm feeling awesome. It is just another reason that Fridays aremy favorite day of the week. Most of my leg muscles are sore/tired, a testament to training last night. I feel ready to do just about anything, run a marathon, jump backwards into trees, ect.....

Training last night was awesome. I got my grubby mits on sensei's Shin-Ken (Real Sword), I did a couple of techniques with the razor sharp sword, and didn't cut myself once, a big plus for only my second time using a blade like that. We held a mini Taikai (Tournament (I think that is the spelling but don't quote me on that)) between all of the advanced students, a 5th Kyu, a 4th Kyu (Me), a 3rd Kyu and 2 Sho Dan (1st Black). I WON, with a near perfect rendition of Mura Same (Passing Rain) *Dances Joyfully*

I am in just SUCH a good mood at the moment I am nearly about to burst.

*Dances Joyfully*

I hope everyone has a good day.

TGIF!!!!!

Well, today has been pretty shocking. It's just one of those days where I know I should have stayed in bed.

It is really sad when an MSN conversation is the highlight of your day.....

Even if there is good reason for it.

Jamie Cullum - I Could Have Danced All Night.

I could have danced all night
I could have danced all night
And still have begged for more
I could have spread my wings
And done a thousand things
I'd never ever done before

I'll never know what made it so exciting
But all at once my heart took flight
I only know when she began to dance with me
I could have danced, danced, danced, danced, danced, danced

Bed? I couldn't go to bed
My head's too light to try to settle down
Sleep? I couldn't sleep tonight
Not for all the jewels in the crown!

I'll never know what made it so exciting
But all at once my heart took flight
I only know when she began to dance with me
I could have danced, danced, danced, danced all night

Pussycat Dolls - Sway

When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more

Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now

Sway me, take me
Thrill me, hold me
Bend me, ease me
You have a way with me

Sway (sway)

Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway I go weak
I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
Sway me
Sway me
Sway me now

Peter Gabriel - Book of Love

The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing
But I
I love it when you read to me
And you
You can read me anything

The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb
But I
I love it when you sing to me
And you
You can sing me anything

The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know
But I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
You ought to give me wedding rings

Hey all, following are some more lyrics from that oh-so wonderful soundtrack that is Shall We Dance.

Peter Gabriel - Book of Love

Pussycat Dolls - Sway

Jamie Cullum - I Could Have Danced All Night

I SOOOOO have to buy that soundtrack.

And right now I want to go out and learn to dance (Still, It's not like I haven felt like this for the last year).

Have a good one.

Hey all,

This weekend whas fairly meh, Saturday was good, in at GCA most of the day playing D&D Minis and L5R.

Sunday was not so good, a bad day in a reletivly good run that I have been having lately, but meh, you get that sometimes.

I must say thankyou to a very special person who heard my troubles without complaint. Thankyou m'dear.

Well anyway, time to start again.

Happiness is a choice.

Have a good one.

I think it could be considered accurite.

Your Birthdate: August 28

You have a Type A personality so big it makes other Type A's shrink away in shame. You never shy away from adversity - and you love to tackle impossible problems. Failure is not an option for you, and more than a few people are put off by your ego. You tend to be controlling, and you hate leaving anything up to chance. Your strength: Your bold approach to life Your weakness: You don't accept help Your power color: Bronze Your power symbol: Pyramid Your power month: October

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test

Hey all, trundle along to ForbiddenDreams blog and check out

http://forbiddendreams.mindsay.com/only_one.mws

It is a great romantic poem (Or at least I thought it was)

I was talking to my boss a minute ago, and I had a thought (Unusual I know, and yest it did hurt).

My boss' morning coffee is just a bit of 'Dutch Courage' before he is reay to go onto the heavier stuff later in the day.

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I got in my car this morning ready to go to work, and as I started it up, I caught the last few bars of Bon Jovi's 'Have a Nice Day' and I thought to myself.......

"Yes, I think I will"

I'm not entirely sure WHY I am so happy lately, (Though I am fairly certain I could make a VERY good guess), but I am.

Have a good one.

Ausie! Ausie! Ausie!

Oi! Oi! Oi!

Ausie! Ausie! Ausie!

Oi! Oi! Oi!

Ausie!

Oi!

Ausie!

Oi!

Ausie! Ausie! Ausie!

Oi! Oi! Oi!

Sorry all, just venting my excitement.

AUSTRALIA MADE IT INTO THE SOCCER/FOOTBALL WORLD CUP!!!!!

For the first time in 31 years!!!!!

Ausie! Ausie! Ausie!

I was reading a friend of mine's blog, browsing through their older entries (I have just been introduced) and found something that I remember from my days at uni.

She said.....

"Have discovered that I do in fact have a lot more work to do before the break ends than I thought."

MY instructor at uni refered to this as the 90/90 rule.

The 90/90 Rule:

"When you think you have done 90% of the work, you actually have 90% left to do."

Slightly cynical but completly true.

<Sarcasm> Well this is an interesting conversation going on over the divider. </Sarcasm>

For the last 3 HOURS my boss and one of our clients have been discussing the design of a Hospital Bed.

I would prefer watching the grass grow. 

Well.....I walked 200 meters to get breakfast and back, and nearly got myself run over 3 times.....

I think I just should have stayed in bed today.....

TGIF!!!!!

I have a my friends 21st birthday party to go to tommorrow.....

I still don't know if I am looking forward to it, or dreading it......

I can't wait to see her and my other firends, but I am just not comfortable in crowds, REALLY not comfortable in crowds......

It should be good, but we'll have to see.

TGIF!!!!!

Hey all, this is a poem I wrote on Saturday night at a 21st party for my friend. I wrote it at a point where I neeed to be alone, whilst my heart ached for my beloved.

Please give me your feedback

One Day.

Right now I sit alone,

Whishing she was here,

The darkness surrounds me,

I only want to hold her near.

My love for her does fill me,

And I know her love is true,

But now within this darkness,

I wonder what do do.

Now I sit and think of her,

Although she is so far away,

I know that our time shall come,

One day my love, one day.

I had forgotten just how much a large dose of Metallica music can get the blood pumping.

I listened to a good couple of hours of S&M last night and it did wonders (I am dog tired at the moment).

SHUT UP, GO AWAY, I'VE HAD ENOUGH, GO HOME, COME BACK TOMORROW, LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!

This is what our work network told us to do last night.....

Perhaps I should be a network.

Hey all, This is a poem I wrote yesterday, but 'touched up' this morning.

Thankyou to the two ladies that helped with the refining of the work.

I hope you like it.

Your feedback would be apreciated.

Our Walls

Around our heart we build our walls,

We build them high and strong,

Thinking that with such a guard,

Our lives cannot go wrong.

Though in this world all we are,

Is but one half of a whole,

Our lives remain incomplete,

Until we find that special soul.

So when you build your walls in life,

Be sure to leave a door,

So that the one who loves you most,

Can be with you ever more.

DAMN!!!!!!!!!!

I know I've been going through a bit of a purple patch lately but.....

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Me: Sorry Rog, but it doesn't look like I'll get a look at your work 'till first thing Monday.

Roger: What you're not going to throw that "I have a life outside of work" or "I have to be somewhere" shit at me again are you?

Me: Yep, sorry Rog, I'm heavily in denial.

Roger: You're a persistant little shit aren't you, when are you going to do some work then?

Me: Give it a couple of weeks, I'm sure I can do something constructive in that time.

Sorry, I thought it was vaugly funny.

TGIF!!!!!!!!!!

I was listening to this song this morning and took a moment to listen to and contemplate the lyrics, and right now they mean a great deal to me.

Metallica - Nothing Else Matters

So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know

So close no matter how far
It couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
But I know

I never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they say
Never cared for games they play
Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
And I know

So close no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No, nothing else matters

Bugger.....I have a case of 'Mondayitus' and I have it bad.

This might be due to not getting enough sleep last night.

But whatever caused it, I've got to get rid of it.

It's time for a 'V', actually no.....it's not even 10:00 in the morning, might just have to wait a few hours and suffer....

Bugger.

I can't belive how many times they broke buster last night on Mythbusters.

But I suppose that is what happens when you drop the poor bugger from 400ft or 2000ft.

They must have had to put him back together 4 times, after he repetedly broke every bone in his body.

Poor Buster

It is said that civilised man seeks good and intleligent company, so that through learned discourse he may rise above the savage and closer to god.

Is that what we do here?

Nah!!!!!

I love it when we are ahead of the work that we have to do, it makes for some very easy weeks, and very low stress levels.

But that's what we have atm, a client running dry with work, a batching plant on it's last legs and 3 draftsman who can take it a little bit easier.

*YAY*

This day just getting better and better.

I have just been informed that I am taking 3 weeks holiday at Christmas rather than the 2 that I was expecting.

I also have up enough holiday pay to take the week off that I am planning (pardon TAKING) in 6 months.

This day just getting better and better.

YAY

Now, seeing as I don't think I have mentioned this yet (I may have, but I can't be bothered to go check). My computer died a couple of weeks ago, I tried to install a program and it corrupted the operating system, then things went from bad to worse after I decided that "I've don'e it before, I'll just format and re-install everything).....WRONG. My parents had thrown out a heap of "Trash" that was on my computer table.....Including my Windows XP Certificate of Authenticity.....BUGGER.

So for 3 weeks or so I have been running just at work, or on an older OS that I threw on because I could. But last night I got my shiny, brand new Windows XP disk, and went hammer and tong to get everything working again.

For 4 hours last night the computer didn't stop, generally installing stuff off of both DVD drives and my 'D' drive. As well as for at least an hour or so formatting it's 120GB 'G' drive. So my computer was REALLY worked quite hard last night, and it will recieve the same tonight as I endeavor to re-install all of my games (And lets just say, that list is fairly extensive) and I need to reinstall lightwave, and numerous other programs, get my phone to syncronise. So my computer's got a rocky road in front of it.

Just two pieces of random news.

There was an EXCELLENT storm last night, but it dropped the power and made me oversleep as my alarm didn't go off.

and

Marto from Tripple M radio in Brisbane has by now run all the way up the 1800+ stairs in the new Q1 observation deck in a race against 20+ elite athletes...... Sucks to be him......Well done Marto

Figured.....

I was reminded of this truly haunting song this morning.

Brothers in Arms

These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arm

Through these fields of destruction
Baptism of fire
I've watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

Argh, no, not again.

I think my sister has given me back the sore throat that I had a couple of months back while she coughed and spluttered over everyone at the dinner table last night.

I think that I have just about beaten this cold that my sister gave me. I had to take 2 days off work to get over it completly, but I'm nearly there.

YAY!!!!!

Perhaps I won't have to kill my sister after all.

Well, I'm finally back at work, 2 days sick leave has down me wonders, I am once again able to fire on all cylinders.

It was an interesting, if uneventful few days.

Anyway. Back to the Ol' Thump-And-Grind.

Most of the time Ireally do enjoy my job, sure the clients are pains, but all in all it is a good job, it's different, and when doing propper work always something new.

The other thing I love about my job is that the manager (Roger) is a funy man who doesn't mind if banter is being thrown around the room all day. It makes for a good atmosphere to work in.

Anyway, enough with the randomness, back to work.

Have a good one.

Damn, I'm bored, there's no work to do and nobody online to talk to.

I'm bored.

Why is it that the majority of the youth of today have no manners. Is it so difficult to say such simple things as 'please' and 'thankyou'.

I was at a fast-food resteraunt yesterday and I had to wait for part of my lunch to be prepared. While I waited I saw no less than 3 people (All males between 15 and 18) come in, virtually demand what they want, showed absolutly no respect to the young lady behind the counter and then stormed off in a huff after getting their meals. The young serving girl was somewhat unimpressed it seemed, even though she remained impassive as she prepared the last part of my meal. The difference in her reaction when I said, "Thankyou, have a nice day" upon recieving my meal was a fairly large one.

What is so wrong with being civil to the people who do you a service. It doesn't take much, a few moments of your time to show the people who do you a service some respect. Is it a weakness? Does it not have a place in youth society?

I would like your oppinions please. Do I have a point? Or am I just being a grouchy old man?

Thankyou, have a good one.

Blognapped from MotionlessWheel 

A look back at 2005, 40 questions about 2005.

1) Was 2005 a good year for you?
It was one of my better years.

2) What was your favorite moment of the year?
The beginning of loving and being loved in return.

3) What was your least favorite moment of the year?
Can't put a finger on which one.

4) Where were you when 2005 began?
Dani's.

Well, here we are again, another week, no more work.

This is getting beyond a joke, you cant have 2 draftsmen on call for 9 -> 10 hours a day, not expect to have to pay to have them on call, and give them no work to do.

Well, I suppose, I can take it easy, get paid for it and otherwise just enjoy the qiet time.

Have a good one.

I am confused, I just had a conversation with my collegue that went like.....

Me: "Oh yeah, I bought 2 good Metallica CD's on Saturday"

Him: "What's Metallica?"

I didn't know wether to laugh, cry, or execute him.

Last night I saw one of the most beautiful things I think I have ever witnessed.

I was driving home from doing some Christmas shopping just before sunset, in the middle of a fairly powerful electrical storm. Lightning was raining from the sky, 20 or 30 bolts striking the Earth every minute. The wind was geting up, roaring past the car window singing it's fury. Huge raindrops splattered on the front window.

After enduring a few minutes of this, I rounded a bend and came face to face with the sunset. The clouds had cleared enough in front of me to see the sunset clearly, and two other holes had formed in the cloud-cover and two brilliant shafts of light had made their way to the ground. It was a truly marvellous sight.

It put me into a Weird/D&M/Pondering/Slightly Squishy mood.

I had thought that the huge bolts of lightning that momentarily lit the sky with their brilliance were beautiful, and they were, and yet in the face of the pure light from the sun they paled into insignificance.

It almost seemed as though the lighning was fighting the sun, attempting to show the world that it was more beautiful, but the storm was like a negative emotion, it could put forth momentary flashes of brilliance, but they could not be sustained, so they receeded, before another came. Like fear fighting hope. The fear can never win while hope is there and we are fighting for it. The fear may seduce us with it's beauty, but that beauty cannot last whilst fueled with negativity. Yet the hope, the sun remains, it's beauty never tarnished.

And right now I am rambling, so I shall stop.

Have a good day everybody.

Is it strange that we are only a week and a half from Christmas and their is not a single Christmasy thing in our house?

No tree

No decorations

No nothing

And yes, we do celebrate Christmas.

It just struck me as slightly strange, it has all come so fast this year.

Have a good one.

DAMN!!!!

It looks like I could be up on asault charges.

I didn't mean to strike that hard and so often.

I hope that stupid keyboard of mine doesn't descide to press charges.

So I hammer the keys to hard, so what, I could do worse.

And seeing as I am also wanted for the murder of random computer hardware as well.

DAMN!!!

Stupid computer.

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Sorry guys, but it came to me after Roger threatened the death penalty if I continued to hit the keys so hard and make so much noise.

I REALLY need a quiet keyboard. 

I have seen so many of these latley that I had to find Australia's

Today loks to be my last working day.

Tomorrow looks to be taken up by myself and my 2 workmates setting up the boss' slot car track and racing for half a day, before going home.

Sounds like a plan to me.

I don't have a great deal of time. So I will just say.

Merry Christmass to All.

I think that this may be the most difficult thing that I have ever attempted.

I am attempting to create my own RPG (Role Playing Game) rules system, by combining some aspects of my favorite games, with some things of my own devising.

The game is called 'Silence of the Damned' and in it the players take the roles of Supernatural creatures such as Vampires, Lycanthropes (Were Creatures) and Ghouls (Part Human, Part Vampire), in the streets of the modern day world. I am combining little pieces of my 2 favorite RPG's (D&D and L5R) as well as some parts from the computer game Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines. I am taking some inspiration from the Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter series of books by Laurell K. Hamilton, as well as adding my own spin to the creatures that inhabit the world.

The thing that I am finding the hardest is to ballance 3 completely different rules systems into a cohesive whole.

However, on the whole it seems to be comming along nicely and I am making some fair progress.

It really does give you far more respect for the people who get paid to do this for a living from scratch, and the tough job that ballancing all of these different aspects of the game.

Anyway

Sorry that I havent updated much, I have been busy with this project, and planning out a set of missions for a new group of L5R players that I will be starting a campaign with.

So for the 3 people (If I'm lucky) who care, I am sorry that I have been mostly absent for so long, and I will try to do better in the future.

I can't believe this, how is it that in AUSTRALIA, councilers can say that they can't fly the AUSTRALIAN FLAG from the top of a NATION AL LANDMARK, because they fear that it will spark ratial violence.

This is Australia, if you don't like our flag, you don't like our country, so GET THE F&%K OUT!!!!!

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The Ronin and the Three Flies

A lone samurai, a rather unkempt and weather beaten looking individual, who would not be given a second glance except for the two magnificent sword in his obi, stoped at a country Inn. He asked the innkeeper for a bowl of rice and some pickles. As he entered he removed his long sword as was customary and sitting down placed the sword beside him to his left.. After a short time food was served and he began his meal.

Then along came three ruffians and full of swagger and their own self importance. They also entered the Inn, removed their long swords sat down and called for food and sake.

Not long after they had settled down, the lone samurai sitting quietly eating his rice came to their attention, or more so his two magnificent swords came to their attention.

It was decided these two beautiful sword could be worth a small fortune and they set about provoking the lone man. They believed as there were three of them, and all very strong fighters they reasoned to insult him, provoke a duel and take the swords as prizes after killing the man.

What a splendid idea they congratulated them selves and set about to provoke the lone man. 'What shabby clothes!" one started . No reaction.. Another, not to be out done, blurted out some other equally offending remark. No reaction. Now slightly angered and fuelled by the sake the insults became more frequent and blatant, but still the lone man did not react, as if he were deaf, or fearful of them, yes that must be it. So they contrived a plan to attack him as he left, all the while keeping an eye on the loner who was just finishing his meal.

At this time three flies were hovering over the samurai's rice bowl now empty and on the low table in front of him. With one , two, three effortless movements he snapped his hashi ( chopsticks) closed and the three flies fell dead on the table.

Silence fell upon the group of provokers nearby, and a sense of panic over took them, they had gone too far and would all surely die for their rudeness!. They gathered themselves up and ran for their lives from the Inn.

The lone man thanked the inn keeper and as if he had been the only customer in the room, replaced his swords in his obi and calmly went on his way.

Later the ruffians enquired who was that man, and were told " Miyamoto Musashi" How close they had come to loosing their lives was not lost on them and they vowed to live better one in the future.

The Three Students

A samurai visiting another town asked for lodgings in the home of a local fencing teacher. The teacher graciously obliged and after a hearty meal and over a jar of sake the conversation moved to the teachers students.

Three young men were summoned, one a junior student, one an intermediate, and one a senior student. They had been out, about their affairs and had not been invited to the teachers house before and were somewhat anxious as it was only for an important matter would any student be summoned especially there.

Aware of the interest from the visitors questions about swordsmanship the teacher placed a jar or water above the sliding screen door so as when the door was opened it would fall on the head of the person opening the door as a light hearted test of the skill of the entrant, He asked the visitor just observe in silence. Come in! the teacher called to his junior student, who had just arrived.

Obediently the student opened the door and as the jar fell he drew his short sword and cleaved it in two before it even landed on his head.

The teacher calmed him and the visitor told them both he was very impressed at the skill he had displayed. The junior was invited to join them and more sake was brought in. and the matting cleaned up. "He has much to learn!" said the teacher.

Next the intermediate student arrived and was invited in after the full jar was relaced in its spot.

He opened the door, did not draw his sword but deftly caught the jar without spilling a drop and serenely placed it beside the door and knelt and greeted the group formally.

At first a little confused, the visitor realized the skill of the intermediate student who's composure had not even been altered during the trial, with much appreciation and congratulating the intermediate student was invited to join the group. "He is progressing well!" the teacher said.

Next arrived the senior student after the jar was replaced above the door. Come in! the teacher invited him.

Through the silhouette of the door they saw him approach and rather than open the it he stopped and sat down and formally bowed to the group on the other side of the door, with out entering the room, and said." Thankyou Sensei, for inviting me into your home. But if you would kindly have the door opened for me , I will enter!"

"Splendid!" Said the teacher and he was admitted and joined the group.
The Visitor vowed this had been the best lesson of Budo he had ever seen and display of the true art of swordsmanship.

MYAMOTO MUSASHI PAINTS A PORTRAIT

Myamoto Musashi , famous for the two sword style fighting form, was also an accomplished painter, sculptor and tsuba maker in his later, enlightened years.

Once when visiting a powerful warlord by request, the following incident occurred; In the Hosokawa clan's castle. Musashi was requested to paint a picture of Bodhidharma (the patriarch of Zen in China).

As a samurai Musashi favoured the Sumi-e style; which consisted of few swift and decisive brush strokes from the heart, enough that captured the very essence of the subject.

Not long after his introduction and invitation into the Lord's private reception apartment he sat to begin his task after given ink, brush and paper. He sat perfectly still, wet brush in hand, paper untouched in front of him. Several minutes passed. The tension of the Daimyo's inner circle including the body guards was rising, he felt people's souls became anxious.

Suddenly with one two and then several more brush strokes , there was an image of the famous patriarch the Daimyo had requested on the previously blank page.

Ever so impressed they crowded around admiring the painting and congratulating the quiet and reserved Miyamoto Musashi for his skill. But still he sat there politely and was not quite satisfied. Later all retired including Musashi.

In the middle of the night the alarm was sounded "There was an intruder in the Lord's reception apartment!" guards entered and the lord was roused to the open door to the room and find Musashi sitting smiling with another painting of Bohidharma.

Any other soul would have been executed but as a special guest and the curiosity of all was captured, they looked in amazement there on the paper another likeness, so similar to the previous but not, somehow just perfect, a masterpiece beyond all belief.

The lord was amazed and Musashi explained: "The first time you asked me to paint I held the brush like a painter in respect for your home and surrounded by your swordsmen. But I am not a painter I am a martial man, and I was not satisfied with my work for you . So this time alone I held the brush like a sword and as a true martial man my work is satisfactory to me".

Following are three stories that I read some time ago and they struck me as somewhat profound.

I thought that I would share them with you.

I hope that you can get out of them as much as I got out of them.

Supposedly if you've seen over 70, you have no life. Number the ones you've seen. Put your score in header and repost.

( ) Rocky Horror Picture Show
( ) Grease
(x) Pirates of the Carribean
( ) Boondock Saints
( ) The Mexican
( ) Fight Club
( ) Starsky and Hutch
( ) Neverending Story
( ) Blazing Saddles
( ) Rent
Section 1: 1/10 Cumulative: 1

( ) The Princess Bride
( ) Young Frankenstien
( ) AnchorMan: The Legend of Ron Burgandy
( ) Napoleon Dynamite
( ) Saw
( ) White Noise
( ) White Oleander
( ) Anger Management
(x) 50 First Dates
( ) Phantom of the Opera
Section 2: 1/10 Cumulative: 2

(x) Scream
( ) Scream 2
( ) Scream3
( ) Scary Movie
( ) Scary Movie 2
( ) Scary Movie 3
( ) American Pie
( ) American Pie 2
( ) American Pie the Wedding
( ) Harry Potter
Section 3: 1/10 Cumulative: 3

( ) Harry Potter 1
( ) Harry Potter 2
( ) Harry Potter 3
( ) Harry Potter 4
( ) Resident Evil I
( ) Resident Evil 2
( ) Little Black Book
( ) The Village
( ) Donnie Darko
( ) Lilo & Stitch
Section 4: 0/10 Cumulative: 3

( ) Finding Nemo
( ) Finding Neverland
( ) 13 Ghosts
( ) Signs
( ) The Grinch
( ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre
( ) White Chicks
( ) Butterfly Effect
( ) Thirteen Going on 30
(x) I, Robot
Section 5: 1/10 Cumulative: 4

( ) Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story
( ) Universal Soldier
( ) A Series Of Unfortunate Events
( ) Along Came Polly
( ) Deep Impact
( ) KingPin
( ) Never Been Kissed
(x) Meet The Parents
( ) Meet the Fockers
( ) Eight Crazy Nights
Section 6: 1/10 Cumulative: 5

( ) A Cinderella Story
( ) the Terminal
( ) the Lizzie McGuire Movie
( ) Passport to Paris
(x) Dumb & Dumber
(x) Dumb & Dumberer
( ) Final Destination
( ) Final Destination 2
( ) Halloween
( )The Ring
Section 7: 2/10 Cumulative: 7

( ) The Ring 2
( ) John Q
( ) practical magic
( ) Chicago
( ) Ghost Ship
( ) From Hell
( ) Hellboy
( ) Secret Window
( ) I Am Sam
( )The Whole Nine Yards
Section 8: 0/10 Cumulative: 7

( ) The Day After Tomorrow
( ) Child's Play
( ) Bride of Chucky
( ) Ten Things I Hate About You
( ) Just Married
( ) Gothika
( ) Nightmare on Elm Street
( ) Sixteen Candles
( ) Coach Carter
( ) Bad Boys
Section 9: 0/10 Cumulative: 7

( ) Bad Boys 2
( ) Joy Ride
( ) Se7en
( ) Oceans eleven
( ) Ocean's Twelve
( ) Identity
( ) Lone Star
( ) Bedazzled
( ) Predator I
( ) Predator II
Section 10: 0/10 Cumulative: 7

(x) Independence Day
( ) Cujo
( ) A Bronx Tale
( ) Darkness Falls
( ) Christine
( ) ET
( ) Children of the Corn
( ) My Boss' daughter
( ) Maid in manhattan
( ) Frailty
Section 11: 1/10 Cumulative: 8  

( ) Best Bet
( ) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
( ) She's All That
( ) Calendar girls
( ) Sideways
( ) Mars Attacks
( ) Fiddler on the Roof
( ) Ever After
( ) Forrest Gump
( ) Big Trouble in Little China
Section 12: 0/10 Cumulative: 9

(x) X-Men
(x) X-Men 2
( ) Jeepers Creepers
( ) Jeepers Creepers 2
( ) Catch Me If You Can
( ) The Others
( ) Freaky Friday
( ) Reign of Fire
( ) Cruel Intentions
( ) The Hot Chick
Section 13: 2/10 Cumulative: 11

( ) Miracle
( ) Old School
( ) The Notebook
( ) K-Pax
(x) Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
(x) Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
(x) Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King
( ) Walk to Remember
( ) Boogeyman
Section 14: 3/10 Cumulative: 14

( ) Hitch
( ) The Fifth Element
(x) Star Wars Episode I The Phantom Menace
(x) Star Wars Episode II Attack of The Clones
(x) Star Wars Episode III Revenge of The Sith
(x) Star Wars Episode IV A New Hope
(x) Star Wars Episode V The Empire Strikes Back
(x) Star Wars Episode VI Return of The Jedi...
( ) Troop Beverly Hills
( ) Swimming with Sharks
Section 15: 6/10 Cumulative: 20

(x) Air Force One
( ) For Richer or Poorer
( ) Trainspotting
( ) People Under the Stairs
( ) Blue Velvet
( ) Sound of Music
( ) Parent Trap 1
( ) Parent Trap 2
( ) The Burbs
( ) The Terminator
Section 16: 1/10 Cumulative: 21

( )Team America World Police
( ) SLC Punk
( ) Meet Joe Black
( ) Nightmare Before Christmas
( ) The Silence of the Lambs
( ) Sleepy Hollow
( ) I Heart Huckabees
( ) 24 Hour Party People
( ) Blood In Blood Out
( )The Virgin Suicides
section 17: 0/10 Cumulative: 21

It has been so long since I made an intelligent post about anything.

Well, tomorrow my workmates will go back to work, and they will slog it out for a week before I return to work.

I am almost eager to get back, I don't want the holidays to finish, but this year I will take another step towards making something of myself, becoming a useful part of society.

Now that we no longer work for our previous client our work will be harder, much harder, but having to think about a challengin roblem makes the day go faster (even if it does hurt the head).

I really do like my job, especially when I look ahead to what I am doing for my future, and just how bright it looks at times.

It has been such a long time since I was so happy for such a length of time, and I know that I have my beloved and my friends to thank for that.

Anyway, thankyou all, both my friends for helping me out of the difficult time that I had suffered.

Sorry for the lack of decent updates.

The Picto-Personality Test You are a person who is incredibly tranquil and values peace above all else. When alone, you like to spend your time doing something that will better yourself. You are romantic, and when you are with your partner you like to woo them with your imagination. In the future you will be happy and live richly.

Take this Test at QuizGalaxy.com

Yeah, I can live with that.

Cluck Cluck, Gibber Gibber, My old man's a mushroom ect.....

Pain is good, Pain is my friend, Pain is OUCH!!!!!

*Insane Laughter*

I watched a good game of cricket last night, Australia vs South Africa in a Twenty20 match.

The match was good, Australia won (with a fair ammount of ease), but it was the game format that I noticed more than anything else.

The shortest game of cricket played at international level. Twenty20 has each side bating for only 20 overs each (so facing a maximum of 120 legal balls). It has been bought in to increase flaggin numbers at cricket matches. The game lasts only 3 hours, rather than all afternoon/night as it does in classic 'One Day' matches where both teams face 50 overs, or the Original 'Test Match' where the game lasts 5 days, each side batting for as long as possible, in 2 seperate innings.

The only thing that I wondered is "Is Twenty20 good for the game in general?"

Scoring the most runs in such a short ammount of time brings into play some 'unorthidox' shots, which really have no place in 'Traditional' cricket.

However, since the game is played at a furious pace errors in technique in the field are highlighted more readily, allowing for the fielding team to watch replays and see where faults occured (Such as Greme Smith and Boeta Dippenar and the way they dropped what were fairly straight forward catches).

The crowd attendance is the best part of the game (Last night's crowd was nearly 39,000 people, a record for the 'Gabba).

All in all I think that if Twenty20 is played occasionally it could be a very good innovation to the game of cricket as a whole, so long as young up-and-comming cricketers do not practice for that style of game, as especially with the bat, it corrupts the more traditional technique of cricket.

Anyway, sorry for boring you all with talk about cricket. 

Well I have started my Wiki Page (Thankyou Wierdkid for figuring out that you can't edit a wiki with capitals in your login name.)

My Wiki Page can be found at.....

http://www.mindsay.com/wiki/user/blademaster777