What the...?

Ever look back on blog entries and wonder what the hell you were on about?
That's me today looking at last nights entry... I am sure it all made sense during my second bottle of white... :o)

shut up and drive........

where do you go... sometimes when you have shit going on all around you... where do you run away to? sometimes i feel that i am a wild animal... aching to getout of a zoo or some form of confinement...

stand under my umbrellas.... what the hell is that.... my umbrella has sadness and shit.... stand under shit. thats where we are......

apologies for the bad grammar. white wine an no consideration help with making good shit. make sense?

Fucking Madness....

OH MY GOD..... is this a dilemma... should i sell my ticket and use the money to pay for my whole Sydney trip??? This much for a Mardi Gras party ticket... who would have thought the day would come where this would happen...

Sorry...

Wednesday February 13, 2008. The Australian Government, led by Prime Minister Kevin Rudd, formally apologises on behalf of the Australian people, present and past, for the Stolen Generation.

Today we honour the Indigenous peoples of this land, the oldest continuing cultures in human history.

We reflect on their past mistreatment.

We reflect in particular on the mistreatment of those who were stolen generations - this blemished chapter in our nation's history.

The time has now come for the nation to turn a new page in Australia's history by righting the wrongs of the past and so moving forward with confidence to the future.

We apologise for the laws and policies of successive Parliaments and governments that have inflicted profound grief, suffering and loss on these our fellow Australians.

We apologise especially for the removal of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander children from their families, their communities and their country.

For the pain, suffering and hurt of these stolen generations, their descendants and for their families left behind, we say sorry.

To the mothers and the fathers, the brothers and the sisters, for the breaking up of families and communities, we say sorry.

And for the indignity and degradation thus inflicted on a proud people and a proud culture, we say sorry.

We the Parliament of Australia respectfully request that this apology be received in the spirit in which it is offered as part of the healing of the nation.

For the future we take heart; resolving that this new page in the history of our great continent can now be written.

We today take this first step by acknowledging the past and laying claim to a future that embraces all Australians.

A future where this Parliament resolves that the injustices of the past must never, never happen again.

A future where we harness the determination of all Australians, Indigenous and non-Indigenous, to close the gap that lies between us in life expectancy, educational achievement and economic opportunity.

A future where we embrace the possibility of new solutions to enduring problems where old approaches have failed.

A future based on mutual respect, mutual resolve and mutual responsibility.

A future where all Australians, whatever their origins, are truly equal partners, with equal opportunities and with an equal stake in shaping the next chapter in the history of this great country, Australia.

What kind of weird-ass cows are there where you come from?

Today I spent the day keeping busy. Feeling very down right now, I needed to make sure I had plenty of friends around to keep me cheerful. I dragged my sorry arse out of bed at half past 12 today, headed out to meet up with TC for lunch.

Which leads me to the question that has baffled human-kind for a millennium...

Do cows lay eggs?

Well, it hasn't really, but sometimes it makes you wonder.

So for lunch I ordered a beef burger (Beef, lettuce, tomato, grilled onions, egg, tomato relish) - hold the dairy. That means no butter, no cheese. My burger comes out - with the no egg.

When exactly did eggs become dairy? When was the last time you saw a cow squeeze an egg out of it's arse? It totally perplexed me. When I asked the staff about it... "but you said no dairy"... I let it go, cos it just wasn't worth arguing about.

Saturday afternoon, I caught up with Hxyxex, Sxaxy & Rxbxix and headed to ET's for a few hours of beers and 'boisterous shenanigans'... (makes me sound old doesn't it?) The guys are crazy - it's strange seeing people you work with in a whole different light. Not that it was bad at all - on the contrary, it's just great to see how crazy and silly people can be. After that I met up with Sxexlxe & Dxnx for a night of board games, party pies and red wine... One of the games they brought over was "Whack a Mole" - you remember that game we have all played at video arcades and the like, where the mole pops up from inside the table and you have to hit it on the head with a hammer? Well, its a mini version of that, and its fucking hilarious. Especially after a few glasses of red.

The girls headed home about 10.30, and even with an offer from Hxyxex to come back over and party more, I'm heading to bed.

Good times...

Welcome back?

Well here I am. After a 6 month sabbatical... back again.

I guess I really didn't have much to say over the past 6 months.

That will all change... right... about... now...

Hot Gets a Little Cold

Heaven,
You say it could be heaven ...
But I don't really know ...
Lovers come and go ...
When hot gets a little cold.

Infatuation is just the great anticipation
Of starring in that picture show
Let's wait until the credits roll ...
When hot gets a little cold.

I could get carried away but not anymore ...
What was it I heard you say you love me 'cause I'm strong
I hope that you're not wrong.

Heaven, you say it could be heaven,
Well I don't really know ...
I'll try not to let it show
When hot gets a little cold ...