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A new year – another entry

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Blogging
So I haven’t blogged since October. There isn’t much of a reason apart from the fact that I am lazy.

Second Life
I stopped blogging regularly when my dear friend B accused me of using it (in it’s live journal form) to passively aggressively attack those I supposedly cared about. You see, I value B’s opinion – rightly or wrongly. So I just stopped venting in my blog for fear of another lecture from him and I started spending very little time with people in Second Life (SL) This didn’t mean I spent less time in SL. it just meant I spent less time with people and a lot of time sitting in whatever version of a house I had at the time.

I’ve dabbled a little in role-play outside RP sims. The whole “Ren the home wrecker” personality has been an interesting development and one that I want to explore more. So once RL settles down again I will be doing just that. I’m going to take her back wandering the streets of Hathian again. So I need to pull together the story up until this point. It will involve taking some liberties with the Chelsey leaving story but I doubt it matters. I have to explain it from Ren’s perspective any way.

I’m thinking of working out a regular SL schedule for each of my avs I was to play again solidly. I’m thinking of playing Ren basically Monday to Friday and Lee and Enye on weekends around the Genos being around. The great thing about having those three in the same family and finally with the same parents (even if Sophie no longer plays) is that if Jac logs in I can log off and log onto one of the other two.

Real life
So I’m not sure what 2011 will bring. We spent a week traveling in Adelaide and in Melbourne before coming up to Brisbane to pack up my father-in-law’s house. It’s been a surreal experience. It’s the family home or has been since R was 10 so there are so many realizations of the end of an era. We have a container coming tomorrow to pack with all R’s old toys and what seems like a hell of a lot of furniture. Now we just need to find a house for it all.

Not sure what else there is to say.

To Rowan and Saeya

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Dear Friends,

Thank you for the wonderful Christmas Gift. My life is so much richer because you’re a part of it. I know weeks go by without a word from me and I apologise for that. I could say that life just gets busy but that is no real excuse. I should make more of an effort.

I suppose I just take our friendship for granted. I suspect I just think that you’ll be there when I need you and that I don’t have to be an active presence in your lives. That’s an awful thing to realise. I don’t want us to become fine-weathered friends who look back on the old times and reminise but have no new things to share.

I’m sorry that I became so missing in action this year. The few times we’ve managed to catch up will be part of the memories that make 2008 a memorable year (outside the birth of my beautiful daughter of course.)

I miss you, B. I miss the jokes. I miss the shared silence. I miss feeling like you know me better than I know myself and being constantly reminded of that by your wisdom and your matter-of-factness. You are my BFF despite the fact that we never found a way off the second floor and despite the fact that the bourbon seems to be aging on our shelves a lot more lately. I was hoping 2008 was going to be the year that we sat in SF and toasted with mochas but it was not to be. At least I still have that dream to look forward to.

Sae … Do you remember the first time we met? I remember it fondly … We were at Rowan’s and I resolved to kiss you before the end of 2008. Well that might not happen now given as I write this it is the 29th but I think I got something better than a kiss this year from you anyway. I feel like I might finally have a true friend who, even though they are dating B, is genuine and not just tolerating me. Thank you for making me feel welcome. You have no idea what that means to me.

It is late here and I should be catching up on sleep but I couldn’t let the gesture of the gift go unanswered.

Let’s make an effort to catch up more in 2009. I really do mean it.

Love Sarah

Song of the Week – 5 18th February to 24rd February (Belated Post)

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Note: This has sat as a draft in my blog. Not quite sure why it didn’t post

It is Rocstar’s first week of prebaby holidays this week so I thought I’d post a song of the week that reflects the beginning of the end of this phase of our lives. I won’t do a huge explanation of the song or the lyrics. I just think it fits.

 

It’s The End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine) – R.E.M.

 

That’s great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane –
Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn –
world serves its own needs, regardless of your own needs. Feed it up a knock,
speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height,
down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for
hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn’t coming in a hurry with the furies
breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered
crop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,
common group, but it’ll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its
own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the
reverent in the right – right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright
light, feeling pretty psyched.

 

It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

 

Six o’clock – TV hour. Don’t get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn,
return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and book burning,
blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle,
light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh,
this means no fear – cavalier. Renegade and steer clear! A tournament,
a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives
and I decline.

 

It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

 

The other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide. Mount St. Edelite.
Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.
Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic,
slam, but neck, right? Right.

 

It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine…fine…

 

(It’s time I had some time alone)

Australia Day 2008

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I’m An Aussie Yes I Am – Johnny Young

Well hello and Guenos Dios folks, my name is Salvador
I’m calling from down under just to wish the world Bonjour
I’m a dinky die Australian with a dinkum Aussie tan
But it’s really quite amazing, all the other things I am

I’m as Greek as a Souvlaki, I’m as Irish as a stew
I’m Italian as spaghetti, I’m as Danish as a blue
I’m as Turkish as a coffee, I’m as Pom as strawberry Jam
And I’m an Aussie, yes I’m an Aussie, yes I am
Oh I’m an Aussie, yes I’m an Aussie, yes I am

Oh I’ve been to Neocropolis and seen the South of France
I’ve walked around the pyramids and done a Cosack dance
I’ve sailed a dozen seas and seen Vienna from a tram
But I live down in Australia and I’m proud of what I am

I’m as Greek as a Souvlaki, I’m as Irish as a stew
I’m Italian as spaghetti, I’m as Danish as a blue
I’m as German as a dumpling, Middle Eastern as a lamb
And I’m an Aussie, yes I’m an Aussie, yes I am
Oh I’m an Aussie, yes I’m an Aussie, yes I am

We’ve come from every corner of the world to build this land
And I know that we can make it if we lend a helping hand
We’ll live and love and learn together every single day
‘Til every young Australian can be really proud to say

I’m as Greek as a Souvlaki, I’m as Irish as a stew
I’m Italian as spaghetti, I’m as Danish as a blue
I’m as Dutch as any Gouda, as Yanki as a ham
And I’m an Aussie, yes I’m an Aussie, yes I am
Oh I’m an Aussie, yes I’m an Aussie, yes I am

Oh, I’m as Greek as a Souvlaki, I’m as Swiss as cheese with holes
I’m as Yugoslav as Rocky, I’m as French as crusty rolls
I’m as Asian as a noodle, As Pacific as a clam
And I’m an Aussie, yes I’m an Aussie, yes I am
Oh I’m an Aussie, yes I’m an Aussie, yes – I – am…

 

The 26th of January every year is the day Australia celebrates the landing of The First Fleet and the beginning of Modern Australia, in 1788. It’s a day where people give thanks that we are Australian and that we live in one of the greatest countries in the world. Compared to some of the other places I’ve been we have such a limited amount of history. After all, most of us know about the last 220 years. It doesn’t seem all that long in the scheme of things.

 

Don’t get me wrong. I am proud to be Australian most of the time. I live in a country where, for the most part, multiculturalism is encouraged and embraced. Of course there is racism. What society exists without it? I watch the news and cringe over people assaulting people for no other reason than their perceived country of origin. I listen to the students I teach call each other “Lebs”, “Wogs” and “Skips” like our heritage is something to be ashamed of. I spent quite a lot of time last year lecturing my year 7 students about the fact that they needed to realize the world was a bigger place than they imagined and Asia, for example, extended to countries like Lebanon and that it wasn’t just countries like Korea, China, The Philippines and Vietnam. I watch the prejudice associated with Muslims (and I will be the first to admit that I am wary of this particular group of people). It isn’t something that makes me happy but I realize that it is something that is part of society.

 

At the school I teach at we do a lot to encourage an awareness of other cultures and the issues that are faced by them. We have a very active Social Justice program. We fund raise and awareness raise each year for a variety of local and international causes. On the senior campus we sponsor at least two East Timorese students every year by paying for their education so that they can train to be teachers. We also run a tutoring program to help Sudanese refugees each week. Why do we do all these things? Because it’s an important part of what it means to be Australian.

 

There are those who call Australia Day Invasion Day and I understand why they do. You see, when the British arrived in Australia they declared terra nullius (a Latin expression deriving from Roman Law meaning “nobody’s land” i.e. “empty land”, applying the general principle of res nullius to real estate, in terms of private ownership and/or as territory under public law). Basically it meant that the indigenous Australians didn’t exist. They weren’t considered human beings until half way through the 1900s and of course this meant many years of mistreatment. One of the biggest debates of recent political history is over whether or not the previous Australian Government should say “Sorry” for some of the things that have happened in the past. But enough of the history lesson.

 

Australia is a great place to live. To those of you who are Australian … Happy Australia Day. To those of you who aren’t … come visit me!

2007s last entry

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Happy New Year 2008 Glitter Graphics

A New Year’s resolution is something that goes in one year and out the other. ~Author Unknown

(Above quote included because I am oh so amused by the number of OCD profile whores and blog addicts who have made the new year’s resolutions to stop being bothered by the things people write in their profiles and/or blogs or to simply stop reading them. Give up! You’ve tried it before, failed and tried it again. You are so totally obsessed by the SLs of others that you can’t live without your daily fix in the hope that there is even the smallest chance that words could be twisted to mean something about you. So WHORE away. Your life is more complete because of your obsession. And before you bitch about me accusing you of being a whore or suggest that I should admit I have a profile whoring problem you don’t need to bother. I am a self-confessed profile whore and proud of it. I’m also intelligent enough to realize that few profiles are directed at me and if they are I don’t have to ask why they were written about me. If I’ve done something that warrants a rant in a profile I usually know and if I don’t then more’s the pity.)

New Year’s eve is like every other night; there is no pause in the march of the universe, no breathless moment of silence among created things that the passage of another twelve months may be noted; and yet no man has quite the same thoughts this evening that come with the coming of darkness on other nights. ~Hamilton Wright Mabie

In an hour I have to get ready to go out for New Year’s Eve. I am yawning with boredom already but I suppose I really should go out for my last New Year’s Eve without the worry of what shall I do with the baby/child. We are going to see The Nevilles the cover band Ju plays in at an RSL club about 10 minutes from work.Anyway I wanted to wish my friends and family a great night whenever and however you are celebrating it.

 

Countdowns

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Just a few countdowns for me. The first two are “significant” for my planning and organisation of things. The last is just because it’s always nice to have some holiday to look forward too.

   The Big Day – Estimated Due Date for my baby

Last Teaching Day until 2009

Days Until Christmas

Happy Mother’s Day

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To all the mothers out there Happy Mother’s Day but most especially to my mummy. I wouldn’t be here without her and I wouldn’t be half the person I am without her.

THE PERFECT FAN – BACK STREET BOYS

It takes a lot to know what is love
It’s not the big thing but the little things
That can mean enough
A lot of players to get me through
There is never a day that passes by
I don’t think of you
You were always there for me
Pushing me and guiding me
Always to succeed

You showed me
When i was young just how to grow
You showed me everything that i should know
You showed me just how to walk without your hands
‘Cause mom you always were the perfect fan

God has been so good
With blessing me with the family
Who did all they could
And I’ve had many years of Grace
And it flatters me when i see a smile on your face
I wanna thank you for what you’ve done
In hopes I can give back to you
And be the perfect son

You showed me
When i was young just how to grow
You showed me everything that i should know
You showed me just how to walk without your hands
‘Cause mom you always were the perfect fan

You showed me how to love
You showed me how to care
And showed me that you would always be there
I wanna thank you for the time
And i’m proud to say you’re mine

You showed me
When i was young just how to grow
You showed me everything that i should know
You showed me just how to walk without your hands
‘Cause mom you always were the perfect fan

‘Cause Mom you always were, Mom you always were
Mom you always were…the perfect fan

I Love You Mom

Happy Chocolate Day and other things

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Yesterday it was Easter here. Just another day in the scheme of things as far as my spiritual development goes. I went to Catholic school. I know the story. I know the reason why it’s important as a celebration for Christians. For me it is usually just another day but because J-Man is in Sydney we all went to Mum’s for lunch and for an Easter Egg hunt leading to an overdose of Chocolate on my part. Still though it was nice to be with my family. We don’t do it near enough. I hope that you spent your “Easter” doing whatever you wanted to be doing.


You Are a Chocolate Bunny


A traditionalist, you secretly want to dress up like a bunny. And not just on Easter.

What Easter Candy Are You?


You Are a Ring Finger


You are romantic, expressive, and hopeful. You see the best in everything.
You are very artistic, and you see the world as your canvas. You are also drawn to the written word.
Inventive and unique, you are often away in your own inner world.You get along well with: The Pinky

Stay away from: The Index Finger

What Finger Are You?


Your Travel Personality Is: Easygoing


When you travel, you’re looking for a lot of downtime. Vacations are your chance to recoup.
All you need is a scenic spot and plenty of time on your hands. You’ll figure out the rest.
You’re not one to make lots of plans when you travel. You just follow whatever path seems right.

What’s Your Travel Personality?


You Are Basic Panties


You are a laid back chick with a real natural beauty.
You can make unwashed hair and minimal make-up super sexy.
Men tend to notice you show the “real you” – and they appreciate it.
And while basic makes boring for some, it looks classic on you.

What Kind of Panties Are You?

A “belated” Happy St Patrick’s Day

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You’re 75% Irish


You’re very Irish, and most likely from Ireland.
(And if you’re not, you should be!)

How Irish Are You?

The Leprechaun says,
“Green beer is not only for leprechauns.”


Happy St. Patrick’s Day!


Here’s Some Virtual Irish Beads – Virtual Flashing Optional :-)To: My best friend Stix
From: Sarah

What Virtual St. Patrick’s Day Gift Should You Give?


Your Leprechaun Name Is:


Tiny McPixie

What’s Your Leprechaun Name?


Your Irish Name Is…


Niamh Malone

What’s your Irish Name?


You Are Emerald Green


Deep and mysterious, it often seems like no one truly gets you.
Inside, you are very emotional and moody – though you don’t let it show.
People usually have a strong reaction to you… profound love or deep hate.
But you can even get those who hate you to come around. There’s something naturally harmonious about you.

What Color Green Are You?