Flowers that are potted

People are crappy, and blogging gets boring

2006-04-03T10:22:00.000-07:00

I would like to apologise. I have been an on-off blogger since I first took a break, and I have made promises and I didn't keep them. I'm sorry.

I also appreciate that this site is no longer visited, but if it is stumbled upon, please accept my apology. I won't be posting again.

Flowers that are potted

2005-12-04T00:53:00.000-08:00

Goodbye, Blogger.

This time.

Teeth drumming

2005-11-30T10:52:00.000-08:00

Do you ever, when strolling home, or sitting on the bus, or generally doing something that doesn't involve talking or brain-power, drum with your teeth while singing?

I love the drums. I mean, I LOVE DRUMS. But I cannot play them because drums are too big, too expensive, and too noisy. So, my teeth are my drums. It now comes naturally to me to drum with my teeth while singing, and I feel like a featherless Arnold when I do not do so.

I will explain the drums:
Front teeth: high drums
canines: medium drums
molars: low drums
Left-to-right swipe: Molar swipe

And in the right order, it really does sound like real drums. Try it. But it does hurt. Unfortunatley. I do it anyway.

" "

2005-11-14T20:29:00.000-08:00

You know what? I'm tired. So tired. And I need a break from blogger at the moment, so maybe I'll come back soon.
'Wake me up when November ends'.

Perhaps. So yeah. I will give fragmented accounts of my Bahrain adventure in the future, so hold on. I'm climbing back into bed with Vincent (stuffed animal, people, stuffed animal) and sleep. I'm concocting crap while I do this. Entertaining crap, nonetheless.

Wait with baited breath.

Holiday: brief explanation

2005-10-30T10:05:00.000-08:00

I have been in Bahrain for the last week, hence my absence. Over my next few posts I will tell you of this, but for now, I am very jet-lagged and I am sleeping. Don't wake me.

Muffled-brain-pop

2005-10-15T17:01:00.000-07:00

My screen-saver reads:

'Rabbits are the only reason we have not yet achieved space travel'

Well, this is total and utter crap. Or, is it? If our stubit ancestors weren't running around shooting rabbits for food, we wouldn't be in this predicament. They could've been eating brocolli while scetching their plans for the future helicopter, like Da Vinci.
But no.
They shot rabbits. And this tender rabbit-y food numbed their brians, which they in turn passed down to us, as I have just realised I am demonstrating, because I just typed 'STUBIT' instead of 'STUPID' and'BRIAN' instead of 'BRAIN'. Well, I have proved it, haven't I?

I mean, why aren't I typing this on a titaniuminiumaniministic-supersonic-brain-zooming-space-rod of a computerised system instead of a nearly state of the art lamptop? AND I just spelled 'laptop' 'lamptop'. You see?

Is the whole human race so stupid?? YES! Think about it, there is a whole UNIVERSE out there, AND THEY ARE PROBABLY FLYING AROUND IN THEIR SUPER-ZOOMERSTRATORS RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes. And we are crapping up 480284029384 billion pound/dollar/whatever space missions to MARS on a simple maths mistake!!!!!! I mean, who doesn't know the tripodanium-timesed square root of CATRILLION?!?!?!?!??!
Why aren't we giving that money to people like me??

OR, RATHER, ME?!?!?!

I think I have stressed my point. Damn you rabbits.

Thank you.

Its all gone pete tong?

2005-10-14T17:44:00.000-07:00

What? Thats not a comedy. THAT IS NOT A COMEDY.

Bug eye

2005-10-14T17:20:00.000-07:00

I am perfectly fine with you not reading this. You may skip right to the end, read one of the comments and build your answer upon it, with the result being

"That sure is good writing!!" or "I envy you!"

I don't do this by the way. It's cheating.

'The English Sonnet is a poem form consisting of 14 lines, each with ten stressed and unstressed syllables known as iambic pentameter, with a set rhyme scheme of: a b a b c d c d e f e f g g. The rhymes may be ear-rhymes or eye-rhymes: an ear-rhyme is one that rhymes in sound, e.g. “increase” and “decrease”; an eye-rhyme is one that rhymes by sight, e.g. “compare” and “are”. This rhyme sequence sets the usual structure of the sonnet as three quatrains (sets of four lines) concluding with 1 couplet (a pair of lines). It is usual for there to be a pause for thought in the sonnet’s message at the end of each quatrain, especially the 2nd., in order to add tension, with the sonnet resolving to its objective in the final couplet, just as a song normally resolves to its root chord at its close. To convey the sense of resolution and completeness at the end of the sonnet there are often key-words, or tie-words, present in the closing couplet that are also present in the earlier quatrains. This structuring provides a framework on which to build the words, phrases, themes, rhymes, syncopation, punctuation and rhythm of the sonnet making it, at its best, a self-contained work of art.'

What kind of anorak?

But, this defies the point. I am not going to pick on a bunch of sad little anoraks because I am pissed off, I will stress my reason in the most relevent way.

Don't ask.

The teenie-weenie generation

2005-10-07T17:06:00.000-07:00

This is a different post. But, I haven't posted for a while, and I was thinking, 'What should I post?' Should I post anger? Like I did before? Should I post an anecdote? A poem?

No.

I shall post a little something about me.
Now, I was a boring little child. Well, not boring, average.

I was one of those children who had two best friends, a crapped up hairstyle and slippy-off-y shoes. With, as it seemed, a ten-year-long sniffle. I had a ponytail, a gap between my teeth, and a hole for my thumb in my sweatshirt.

But I was thinking. The little clogs were turning. Slowly, but surely. I learned that banana was not spelt bananananananananananana. I learnt that climbing up high walls would result in pain. I learnt that when a five year old haggles with a Turkish market-stall owner, it's seen as cute, not professional. I learnt not to trust the boys at school and type XXX into Google. I learnt a lot of things.

But one. I'm a klutz. I fall down stairs, over my own feet, off my skateboard... I could go on. Perhaps I'll learn. Either that or its genetic. Damnit.

Stupid-idiot-people

2005-10-01T20:05:00.000-07:00

I'm not being stupid, I'm being serious. Stupid tree-man and stupid scary-movie man. Go trip over your brains. And kick them into an incinerator while you're at it.

Fun.

2005-09-26T17:35:00.000-07:00

I drew a face on the glass. It wasn't a good face, it was a doodle, with glasses and sticky-uppy hair.
I knew it would stay there for days afterwards, but you can't not draw stuff on misted windows. You have to. Thats why they're there.

I let my eyes droop down to the lock on the door, to check if it was broken. It was.
I turned around to check if he was back yet. He wasn't.
I checked my phone for signal. It had none.
I sighed and turned back round on my chair. There's not much to do in an empty car park on a Saturday morning.

I drifted off for about ten minutes, shivering absently from the un-heated car. The door slammed, he was starting up the car and I woke up.

I drummed a tune on the dashboard, so he turned on the radio.
I sang to the radio, so he turned it off.

Two hours of this.
Fun fun fun.

I leant my foot up on on the dashboard.
'Get me a ciggarette'
'I have athsma'
'Use your ventolin'
'You left it at home'
'No I didn't'
'Check your bag'
'Crap'
'Believe me now?'
'Shut up'
'Put the radio on'
'Will you sing?'
'Yes'
He sighed.

'Fine'

Two hours of this. Fun fun fun.

Fun.

Its me!

2005-09-21T18:28:00.000-07:00

I have covered up for too long.

I will show you what I look like... at long last.

here

Apparently it didn't break America...

2005-09-17T17:30:00.000-07:00

Geeeeees. You guys are so undereducated. seriously.

BUTTON MOON, MAN. Who the hell hasn't heard of button moon?! Gees.
Okay, I'll give you a definition. I tut. Tut-tut-tut-tut.

Geeeeees.

Mr spoon? No?

Gees.

Button moon

2005-09-15T17:55:00.000-07:00

Button moon.

I love button moon.

Anyone who doesn't love button moon is CRAZY.

'We're off to button moon, we'll follow Mr. spoon, button mooooooon, button mooooooooon...'

I love it so much I could cry. I am crying. COL. I love button moon.

The bright green fields of...

2005-09-10T19:35:00.000-07:00

*clench hand*

*unclench hand*

Right. Back. Whoa... back.
Anyway, while I have been gone I have altered my template, so it actually looks original... well, kind of... and I have been thinking about blogger, in general.

I am so jealous of bloggers like... lorena, gulnaz, .:a:., avik, transience - to name a FEW, that can write so well. Like, poetry, for instance, they can write and draw you in, and take great photos... and be so arty and rock-y. And the bloggers like corinna, mitzzee, (every one else because my brain is working like sludge today) that just WRITE COOL THINGS; ABOUT ANYTHING!

And then I thought about what I do. What the HELL do I do? What do I do? What?

I am one hell of a crappy blogger. I don't do anything. And yet you COME here. Why do you come here? Is it because I come to your blog? Like you owe me? I don't know.

I have decided to earn your respect as a blogger, starting now. Because my brain is working like sludge today, I will leave you with something that I have already informed you of, yet still is a creation and I think pretty cool. Meet Arnold... again. I know I have had so much time to think up new ideas, but MEH. I like Arnold, so you have to too. Say hi to him some more.

Wake me up when September ends

2005-09-03T17:38:00.000-07:00

I'm taking a break from blogging for a while...

I shall return with my party, I promise, but I have to improve my ideas. Yes that means you have to improve on them too; IF I COME BACK AND NO WORK HAS BEEN DONE - THEN YOU ARE IN TROUBLE, HEAR ME?!?!?! No I'm joking. Honestly. Relax.

Peace out.

For now.

And I love Green Day.

Best idea ever. Ever.

2005-09-01T15:35:00.000-07:00

Oh Gees. Oh gees. Brainwave. BRAINWAVE.

BRAINWAVE.

(!!!)

You know I said once about a 'BLOG PARTY'? Well I thought that I could start the FIRST EVER BLOG PARTY. It goes on forever. Forever.

And GET THIS. GET IT.

YOU ARE ALL INVITED.

This is going to be the BIGGEST gang blog EVERRRR.
But I need help. I, being the crappy blogger that I am, need someone to SET UP the blog.
(it will need balloons)
I need people to basically help me make it a blog. If it doesn't work, then the idea will suck.
People need to post. People need to make the blog look INCREDIBLY COOL.
People need to post interesting stuff, people need to regulate the people joining the party, but whatever.

BASICALLY - YOU GIVE ME HELP AND IT WILL ROCK.

Post ideas please.

Tag-o-RAMA! Two!

2005-09-01T15:21:00.000-07:00

And Gus Greeper/Corinna/If spock is enough tagged me, so I shall do my sevens and tag some sevens. Ok:

Seven things I am thinking about... Now:
1. Katrina. The bitch.
2. My right foot.
3. My left foot. They come in twos.
4. How far I can look up into my head without going temporarily blind.
5. Why my hand clicks. WHY THE HELL DOES MY HAND CLICK?!?!?
6. If I were a duck, would I be blue?
7. Potted-Flowers totally rule.

Seven things I should be doing... now:
1. Ironing.
2. Ironing. I have a hell of a lot of ironing to do.
3. Watering the garden... but I think it's gonna rain, so...
4. Not blogging.
5. Making my bed.
6. Doing 100 starjumps as part of my new daily... starjump thing.
7. I should be sleeping. I really need to sleep.

Seven things I would ask God if I actually believed in his existence:
1. Do you get in fights with other Gods?
2. If so, do you like Buddha? Is Buddha nice?
3. Are you like 1000,000,000 feet tall?
4. Tell me the square root of apple juice. God is supposed to know everything. Go on. Tell me.
5. Do you ever sneeze?
6. Is Jesus your son?
7. Will you give me eternal life because I'm cute?

Seven things that I think are funny. Haha :
1. 010101011100011010000101
2. Comical rage. It's so funny. So very funny.
3. When people stub their toes on hard things. Not me.
4. Pain in general. Not me... And not murder or anything illegal...
5. Silence.
6. The 'grim reaper' in a tutu. Think about it. Oh, minus the hippo...
7. The happy tree friends. Oh gosh are they funny.

Ok. Now I tag:

Min
Jaxe
Tanya
Sarah
Avik
Exile
Gulnaz

Phew. No I can't be bothered to link them all, you can find them yourselves. If I have tagged you you dont have to do it. I think. I'm not sure.

Tag-o-RAMA!

2005-08-29T17:28:00.000-07:00

Ok, ok; I have been tagged twice in a matter of two days, first being not exactly a tag... But I think the terms were to publish the results... so, yeah.

Mitzzee said about me:

potted flower:
1) random thought: Accident Prone!
2) the song WUTHERING HEIGHTS, will aLWAYS remind me of you...cuz u wanted Daily Dancer to play it so bad, you harassed him until he finally did it...BRAVA!
3) NO WRESTLING ALLOWED FOR PF and another GIRL....she'll be TRAUMATISED, even if it's only for a stupid tag game on the net, which will never ever come to face. ;P
4) Arnold! (say no more)
5) 1st memory of you was on my blog back and forth for 2 days while u figured out your template...so cute.
6) u remind me of a cignet, because that's your profile pic and u love those.

Ahhh, is this true? Please, do tell me if it isn't :)
Ok... seen as I am pressed for time I shall give you the second half of my tag-o-rama when I do get time! Yay!

I was also tagged by Corinna, but seen as I am 1. pressed for time and 2. unsure what the hell to do and who to tag, so I will ask her and we shall see! Bye!

Behold Arnold! Again!

2005-08-27T13:29:00.000-07:00

Arnold has now got his own space. More space. He's very needy.

Arnold's space

Ok. There, Arnold, happy now? Gees, he's so needy. Oh yeah. He told me to tell you to scroll down and look at him. Thank you, corinna! That thing rocks. Arnold is so happy. Let me remind you.

Yeah. I'll come up with something new soon. No worries.

Water lilies

2005-08-19T09:28:00.000-07:00

I am retaining all back-ness... but I am posting, yes. Forgive me, I need to make my mind up, and so I shall post until I do. But I am away until next thursday, so I will not be posting until I am back, if that makes any sense.

Until then: I really like this picture. I shall now leave to go drag some people back to this blog.

Potted-flower

Behold Arnold!

2005-08-17T12:03:00.000-07:00

This is Arnold. He is the little cygnet that is my picture. He is very cute. He is very very cute. You see that little star jumper? He knitted that himself. He has now got a pride of place caricature on my blog. He is very happy. Look:

Look how happy he is. He is very happy. Say hello to Arnold.

Arnold says hi. This is a happy time.

I AM NOT BACK. I AM NOT BACK. I AM NOT BACK.

2005-08-12T11:14:00.000-07:00

I am not back. Yes, this may be a post, but I am not back. I am posting just to request that in my last post I asked that I not be removed from blogroll. That is, assuming I am on blogroll. Just 'pretty-please'-ing that I may be honored to be placed on the blogroll of those of you who have not... umm... blogrolled... me. Now I have said that I will resume surfing blogs and continuously stating I am NOT back, when plainly it looks as if I have never been gone. I AM NOT BACK. I am merely mummified in a lemonade-like substance. If you are late you will not get why this is a link, but frankly I do not care because I AM NOT BACK.

I AM NOT BACK.

Good, now I have said that I have said that twice, which means I cannot shut up, I shall continue to surf blogs and... what I just said. Good.

Ohhhhhhhh dear. Oh deary-deary-deaar. sigh

2005-07-22T20:05:00.000-07:00

The pot in which I live has cracked. The flower that I am has withered. The blog that I own has died. Alas, it shall come again. It shall LIVE. Soon. A few years. Wait. Be patient. Give it time. I have quit blogging; ah ah ah, FOR NOOOOW. I will come again.

I WARN YOU. TO TAKE ME OFF BLOGROLL IS SIN.

I will return. The flower shall respawn. Don't be sad I am leaving, BE HAPPY!!

Check my blog every now and then, I will come back. For now, enjoy my previous posts.

I shall return, and no, I will not explain my reasons for leaving. just accept it. Mitzzee, don't hate me for being a hipocrite, I didn't know then...

DOOO NOOOTTT TAAAAAKEEE MEEEEE OFFFFF BLOOOGGGGG RROOOOLLLLL.

Don't abandon me either. Pleeaase don't abandon me. I am not going to be posting NOW, but I am regrowing.

Thank you for being so nice all of you. Don't leave either. You won't be forgiven. ANY of you.

I shall return. I will. I will make the unbreakable vow. Take care.

I shall RETUUUUURRRRRN!!!

Forever blogger,

Potted-flower

New bloggers!

2005-07-14T17:31:00.000-07:00

Sorry I haven't been posting lately, but my computer hasn't been working. Well, anyway, my influence has spread, and there are two new bloggers now! I promised them I would lure some people to my page, so, here!

Life is everything

aaaaand

strawberry sherbert

Please visit them, pleeeeaaase!

(p.s, they are new, so be patient :)

Don't blame me, I went to the seaside and there were flies. It's a cool song anyway. So there.

2005-07-10T20:24:00.000-07:00

Oh fly / why did you come into the sea? / it's most likely fly / you will die / believe me...

Oh fly / all those waves smacking against your head / your wings have been ripped off / it's most likely you are already dead...

Oh fly / as those waves come crashing down / you will drown / fly / believe meee...

It has to be sung to a warbly-sad-ballad song. Good, EH?

hehe.

07/07/05

2005-07-07T16:12:00.000-07:00

More than 33 confirmed dead. The bus that was bombed was a near line to my line; luckily I am still alive. I am relieved to say that my uncle didn't take the lines today because he is on holiday, although if he did he would probably be injured right now. My mother's workplace was on alert today, luckily she is still alive. VERY SCARED. The streets have been very quiet around here; I think because everyone is scared of being bombed. I will make this short, I have to ring my family. And my friends. My heart is beating SO HARD. Here are some pictures. I gotta go ring my best friend now. Holy crap I am scared. This is the bus.

The bombed train

AND THIS WAS YESTERDAY.

If you want to, read it. I haven't read it yet. I don't think I will.

You just stand there while I stand here, smothered in confetti and laugh at you. LOSER!

2005-07-06T18:19:00.000-07:00

Oh yes baby. AT 12:15 TODAY SOME FORIEGN GUY SAID WE GOT IT. WE GOT IT!! Here are some pictures for all you people in NY, Madrid, Moscow, PAAARIS (snigger) who wish they were cool like US. Oh man, oh lordy you shoulda HEARD the uproar. YYYEAH!! C'mon, gawp at our coolness. GAWP.

Ok, here it is, BLOGGER IS FUDGIN' PLAYING UP ON THE BEST DAY IN HISTORY, so, I am not gonna rage, because this is like the coolest thing ever, just go here, ok?

Go to the god damn site before I cry

Oh yes, you may bow down and worship the ground that is cooler THAN YOU. Yah!

I DO like mondays; alhough I don't usually, but this monday rocks like noodle knows!!

2005-07-04T17:31:00.000-07:00

WHOOOPPEEEEE!!! DAILY DANCER DID THE WUTHERING HEIGHTS!!! His best so far, I will make you agree, mitzzee, you are correct - nag him and he does it!!!

Btw, LIVE 8 ROCKED LIKE HELL, IF THEY DON'T LISTEN NOW; TONY BLAIR; FOR ONE, IS OUTA HERE; LETS HOPE HE STAYS! ANYONE WHO WASN'T LISTENING TO LIVE 8 SHOULD BE HURT; U2 ARE NOW OFFICIALLY THE BEST ROCK/WHATEVER BAND IN THE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE X2!! ROCKED!!

btw, btw, happy fourth 'o july to y'all americans!!

Hanging dog

2005-07-02T11:36:00.000-07:00

There I was, dancing away in my back garden at six o'clock in the morning to U2, when the next door neighbours dog started freaking out. I, being the heroic potted-flower that I am, decided to leap over the garden fence and investigate.
The dog, who was still yapping, appeared, on first glance, to be hanging upside down from the outhouse by it's collar. On closer inspection, the dog, who was still yapping, seemed to be hanging upside down from the outhouse by it's collar, which had now, being ridiculously loose, slipped down to its stomach.
I laughed for a while, but my conscience got the better of me, so I quickly unhooked the dog from the nail, and checked to see if it was still alive.
In fact, the dog had gone into the outhouse, jumped the boxes and crap in there, and come out through a hole in the roof. It had then, trying to climb onto (or into) a nearby bush, fallen off and was left, suspended by it's neckware on a rusty nail. We knew because of the paw prints left after tipping over a bucket of green paint. There is much more to the story; but unfortunatley I will not have time to write more, because I have to pack a bag for a small holiday. This means I will not be able to post tommorow, but I will be back on monday. Try not to miss me too much. Not that you will.
*cry*

Absence

2005-07-01T17:15:00.000-07:00

Absence. Without.
Standing. At. Door.
Suitcase. Packed. Not. Mine.
Car. Keys. Lock. Door.
Leave me. Standing. At the letterbox.
As. You drive away. As. The petrol fills my lungs. As. You run away.
You. Don't even know I have. This. Do. You? No.
How are. They? Now?
Fine. I Know. They. Forget. My name. Though. Who? Cares?
I. Don't. Because. You left. She made. You. I know.
Was. I. Oblivious? Maybe. NOT. Ok.
Keep on. Acting. Like I was. And I will. Fine.
Daddy. Sorry.
If. You. Read. This it. Isn't me. Would. You? Care? Would. You. Know? No.
I'm. Happy. If. You. Care.

Acrylic's

2005-06-30T17:38:00.000-07:00

I painted these pictures a long, long time ago, I think you can guess what building this is:

This is my didgeridoo (spelt wrong?) sorry about the flash, I couldn't figure out how to turn it off *blush*.

And this is my little fender guitar...

thats that for now... although I might post again later, I probably won't because someone is coming round for tea... Hmm...

I am a rich person!!!

2005-06-29T17:06:00.000-07:00

I am worth $1,531,328 on HumanForSale.com. Yay for me!

Tell me what you rate, please I would like to boast that I am worth more. Or not. *Winces*.

(Thank you casual friday, and Jenn See!) Gosh, its like links-r-us here today... Hmm...

My scrap of blog-paper

2005-06-28T17:10:00.000-07:00

I have been looking on other peoples blogs, and much to my distress, I have found that mine pretty much SUCKS. People, please. TELL ME HOWWWW. I need to know how to link properly and stuff... I wanna put people on links, and I can't do it in posts, that sucks, please. TELL MEEEE.

Boogie...

2005-06-28T16:44:00.000-07:00

There is no need to click on this link. You have all been here before, I just wanted to see if I could get on his link page this way. I hope.

WHY???

2005-06-27T20:01:00.000-07:00

"...Oh we all love clover / it's one thing we've learned,
We all love clover / it's the waaay thaaat iiiiiiiits chuuurneed..."

Another darling little advert. Picture Irish-y boyband-y 40-odd year old men singing in perfect harmony to people eating baked potatoes and sandwitches with clover butter. Or margarine. THERE IS NO DIFFERENCE. Why? WHY??? Why do they have to make these adverts? Which teenage Goth-like boy would cry over his mothers baked potato? Are they trying to make us run at our televisions with barge poles?? Huh? HUUUH???
I love adverts, I do, I do... But this is awful. AWFUL. People may ask me 'Is your life as sad to be able to get this worked up over an advert for butter (or margarine - THERE IS NO DIFFERENCE) ?' ... The answer is yes, where would I be without them? Bored... And probably asleep... *sigh* ... *hick*...

Bunny-liscious

2005-06-27T16:42:00.000-07:00

BUNNY ROCKS - SLIGHTLY LESS THAN GUINEA PIG - ROCKS STILL.

BUNNAY BABAY.

Hmm...

Transience Q&A

2005-06-26T17:33:00.000-07:00

1. there are 41 fs in your very first post. you could have gone all the way to 100. what stopped you?
Hmm... you actually counted that... I stopped because if I didn't then, I probably wouldn't be able to control myself. Heck, I would have gone to one thousand. It was a stab at The Who's song 'My generation'. You know? F-f-f-f-f-f-f-fade away? That gave me the idea.

2. you adore skateboarding. how did you two meet?
My grandma bought me a skateboard after I got addicted to the tony hawk games. It was cool, but it took me a long time to get the hang of it. I still haven't... falling? Yeah...

3. you are fond of watching adverts on the telly. one day, you woke up and found you had the capability to make one that would truly knock our socks off. what product or service would you be advertising? describe the actual advert.
I would be advertising... I dunno... socks. Yeah. Yeah, socks. It would be like... 'Dum-dum-dum-dum-dummmm... SOCKS! It would knock your socks off because you would have to take them off to put the socks I would be advertising on. Clever, eh?

4. you just finished making a clay figure of me, wallis and grommit style. but i don't recognize it. what is it?
You. Duh. Would I be making a model of you or Bjork? Anyway - if you read this much how come you don't comment? Hmm...

5. you say wheieieieyyyaaahhh-tamogoshizappatillaskungfupow in the harajuku district. suddenly, you are made queen of the gothic lolitas. describe your outfit, will you?
Space suit, black... pink frilly hat and pajama bottoms for sleeves. Stripey ones. With... an egyptian-style necklace made out of gold leaves. Leaves, not leaf, leaves. Funky. I have a question for you. What, in what language, does zappatillas mean? Hmm... yeah...

Glastonbury

2005-06-26T09:45:00.000-07:00

Look at that. Doesn't it just make you want to be wallowing in mud, drugged up to your eye balls and swaying in Coldplay-ridden wind? Yeah... yeah it does...

It is sooooo pretty...

Potted-flower is known by google!

2005-06-25T16:53:00.000-07:00

Go here.
You see, before, when I searched that, NOTHING CAME UP! Well, just a whole loada crap about flowers. Now, well...

I ROCK!!!...

I am not sure whether I like this picture thing...

2005-06-24T18:00:00.000-07:00

Ahh... the wonders of natural beauty...

And my 'fun-clay' beauty...

Thank you blogger, now I can have a cool blog with pictures like everyone else!

???

2005-06-24T16:51:00.000-07:00

Mitzzee why have you taken your blog off the internet? Did another old guy bump into you?

Anyway, I was just thinking, and realised something. The other day I fell off the pavement and smooshed up my knee, and I have been being extra careful not to touch it or hurt it more. I was just sitting there, and I suddenly started to get an itchy eye (high pollen count), and I had to pause... and think where I was actually hurt, because if it was my eye then I would hurt it more and it would hurt.
I was aware that I was hurt, but I wasn't sure where. Is that just me???

miscellany of adverts

2005-06-22T21:30:00.000-07:00

My favorite adverts (I watch TV that much, yes) are a very important source of entertainment for me, and to my ever-lasting joy they always make new ones, so I felt it necessary to tell of them. I apologize that my blog is not advanced enough as to be able to link these with the actual adverts, but hey, I can always describe them:

10: 3 network phone advert; Japanese milk-maid with grossly enlarged hands. She wants to be a professional basket ball player. She goes and takes over the game, gets booed off and taken away by security, end with her saying "Tee hee". Great advert.

9: Wallis-and-gromit style countryside safety advert. I LOVE WALLIS AND GROMIT. Right up there; classic quote from Mr. Scottish Angus cow: "The weather can change like that," (he is currently getting pulverized by strong winds), "Its very dangerous, you 'ave to be equipped" (wind drops, he falls into a lake, bobbing)

8: Wimbledon advert, love the song and love the way she breaks down like a robot. I also love Wimbledon.

7: iPod adverts; I love the design. I tried to mimic how they dance with my new iPod (it is sooo cool!) but I just looked silly. Really really silly.

6: Marks and Spencers advert, pureley because it makes me hungry and gives me a reason to eat, for example: 'This isn't just cake, this is rum soaked, creamy cream iced, lime and cinnamon chocolate, melt in the mouth cake...' NIM NIM NIM.

5: Philadelphia creamed cheese advert; I love it because of the music in the background, and the clouds and stuff. LA, LEE-LO LAA... HMM...

4: Privileged advert; dirt commoners pretending to speak queen's English so that they can get cheap car insurance. Yeah, I know, but its funny: after a posh picture tells them that they don't have to be posh to be privileged, they say: "Ere are love, get us a brew -" she replies "Ten sugars or twelve?"

3: Baked bean: Mexican: "...And I'm one baaaad son of a bean...". Speaks for itself. Quite literally.

2: American express advert: Some tennis player (I know, I know, I love tennis but there SO many of them...) is on a plane and there is no room for his trophy, and he puts it in an above compartment and it falls on his head. HAHAHAHAHA!

1: Baked bean advert: *HUUUG*. I love it. They are all like *huuuug*. On a spoon. Hahahaha... HA!!

Well those are my favourite top ten for today... lord knows they will change by tommorow...

Flying man

2005-06-21T19:42:00.000-07:00

Thank you fist for this little game... thing. It took up quite a lot of my time seeing how many times the boxer could hit you before you died. You don't die. ahh well. It is still fairly addictive. Seasons greetings though... ?

Am I too late? Has everybody seen this before??

See the flying man!!! If you haven't already!!!!!

Ja?

2005-06-21T18:18:00.000-07:00

person one: Goud avtair nooon, sair, vot voud sair be ordering ziz morneeng?
person two: Umm, I would like to try the cake please!
person one: Vhat cake? Ahhh, I zee, za sacher-torte?
person two: Umm, yes, yes, the sackre tort?
person one: Ze ha ha ha, non, za ZA-K-ER TOU-R, tongue rrrroll, R-TE. Sacher-torte.
person two: Umm, yes, yes, please, the sacher-torte, please.
person one: Ja? Ja, okay, I veel bring za cake, anytheeng else sair?
person two: Umm, okayy, I will have some... coke please!
person one: Wa? I don't zeenk vee have cork...
person two: Oh... water then?
person one: Nor... but vee do 'ave ze spesheel Hotel Sacher vein!
person two: Vein? Wine?? How much??
person one: Ja? Ja. Eet is 94 euroeees.
person two: Oh... ok, for how much wine is it then?
person one: Vun glaz? Ja?
person two: *Gasps* uh, uh, just the cake please...
person one: Ja? Ja, okay, I veel gait za cake.
person two: Okay, thank you.

person one: Hkere eet iz, Ja?

person two: wh-where is it??

person one: Ja, zair eet iz, ja?

person two: Where?...

(the hotel is not actually so... awkward, the service was great, honestly)

Death of my rose bush...

2005-06-20T21:13:00.000-07:00

Celebrity love Island - Celebrity big brother - Popstars (eugh) - I'm a celebrity get me out of here - CELEBRITY CELEBRITY CELEBRITY. eugh.

In other news, I have to stop typing because the palm of my hand is (OWIE OWIE OWIE) burnt from falling off guess what??? You don't even need to guess...
Friday - Friday will be a good day I can't wait 'till Friday... although it will still be Thursday when it is Friday.

What the hell am I blabbering on about. Flowers are more interesting than what I am talking about now. But my rose bush has died. Now what??...

; (

(I poked myself in the eye, you see?)

The Ecim

2005-06-20T16:50:00.000-07:00

In America (or Canada) the ways of schooling are different to here. Anyway, in the eyes of the national curriculum - this poem does NOT suck - although written with half-hearted attempt.
Does it suck??? :

The Ecim

My home is nothing more than your horse’s food,
But certainly it is kept spotless.
For no more a hygienic animal god has made,
Than my family.
We keep watchful eyes,
Not prone to be stupid, but dumb indeed we are,
For not even the hawk, with its ghastly intentions,
Can hear us, but see us it does.

With one swift kick we are airborne,
But not with our own wings.
The enemy flaps gracefully,
Then carries us to his dark nest.
But we do not shudder at this reality,
For so many of us there are,
We are invincible.

Not even the shadowing birds can stop our flight,
Our flight so close to ground,
For only a race so subtle, so small,
Can stop the earth’s deafening crawl.
For we are not hunters,
We work for the food in our bellies,
And we are not slaves to the world’s predictable rotation,
We up and go when it pleases us.

We are not bullies,
No race suffers because of us,
We do not suffer because of any race,
For small we are,
But together we are huge,
And together we cause the vultures to fly into a barrier.

Free things that suck

2005-06-20T16:39:00.000-07:00

My homepage is BBC news, and this article caught my eye. I find it quite interesting...

'...The temptation to buy buy buy is hard to resist, be it a new outfit, gadget or item of furniture. Now guilty shoppers keen to offload a no-longer-needed purchase have a radical new option... simply giving it away.
As second-hand technology goes, who'd have thought that my sluggish, ageing, Korean-made computer would generate much interest when I put it up for offer online. I was wrong.
A bidding war quickly begins for the five-year-old Daewoo machine which is "past its best" and a printer which probably works.
Surprising that there are any takers at all? It would be on a conventional auction site, such as eBay. But I'm advertising on its philanthropic cousin, freecycle.org.
Elsewhere on the site, someone is trying to shift a manual for a 1980s Ford Escort, and another has two bin bags full of "loud" men's clothes, suitable for "dressing up, pimpin', hip hop, etc".
As the name suggests, everything advertised on Freecycle must be free - whether it's an old sofa, unwanted CDs, or even a few hours' help in the garden. Anyone interested simply replies by e-mail: deal done.
It is just one of a number of websites which could play a valuable part in reducing the amount of rubbish sent to landfill sites by encouraging one of the most efficient forms of recycling - simply giving things to people who want them.

Not the latest kit, but hey, it's free. The site is the creation of Deron Beal, an environmentalist from Arizona, in the US, who started it in mid-2003 as an automated e-mail list. Today, it resembles a cross between an internet auction house and a global chain of charity shops.
Mr Beal says his chief aim is to cut waste and help the environment.
"I live in the Sonora desert, which is one of the most beautiful deserts in the world. And smack-dab in the middle of this desert, you've got this hideous landfill, half of which is full of perfectly good reusable stuff," Mr Beal recently told reporters.
Today, the Freecycle network is run through Yahoo! Groups and has 1.2 million members in 2,700 clusters worldwide. These clusters are based on location - there are 60 in the UK - which means goods can be picked up rather than posted, handy for bulky items such as sofas...'

Wimbledon approaching...

2005-06-19T10:51:00.000-07:00

I, being humble yet dedicated fan of Wimbledon and the beautiful game itself, was happy enough to participate in a game to show my talent, and sure enough, I suck.
My mother and my friends mother decided that they would tag along, to laugh at how much I suck; but alas I succeeded in proving them wrong. Once. And they weren't looking.
I decided, playing against my equally-sucking friend, to show off my excellent high-jump-thwack-over-the-damn-god-fence serve. But, this time, it wasn't an excellent high-jump-thwack-over-the-damn-god-fence serve. IT WAS PERFECT.
But, with my luck you could almost predict that they wouldn't notice, and, they didn't.
It hit my friend on the head, and nearly knocked her out. Damn.

Although there is CCTV...

pop-up

2005-06-18T21:58:00.000-07:00

I think I know why I can't post on your blog, because the pop-up comment won't come up, but the page does. I have no idea what is going on, but I am looking into it. Do you know??

The hawks of hell

2005-06-17T22:31:00.000-07:00

White skies, inverted, can turn amazing black,
keyholes to what lies behind.
Hell springs, as soon as you turn your back,
Twisting your state of mind.

No mercy, not even a scorching red,
No devil's horn or tail,
Just cobwebs, dull, boring black,
Is the real definition of hell.

The skies are the hawks that hunt you down,
Not the underground, that's where you're safe,
With God and Jesus, if that's what you like,
But in hell, there is no belief.

They don't judge you by what you do,
They judge you by what you think,
So keep your conscience clear,
Or be jotted down,
In irremovable ink.

GAH...

2005-06-17T22:21:00.000-07:00

I have been watching the news. Is it just me or has anyone noticed that about 30-40 minutes of the hour-long news programmes are still situated around the subject of Iraq? I am so bored of it that I wait for the children's news (that poor sick penguin!) and educate myself on such matters - not that I shouldn't be.
In other news - do they get that in the U.S.A?, I mean, not that it isn't great or anything, but there is so much you can get of bombing innocent people.
In other news - I fell off my skateboard again. Damn that squeaky wheel. This time I almost fell under a car. It wasn't moving, but thank god I didn't break the bumper. I might take up skitching - but that might lead me to actually falling under a moving car...

Mitzzee please

2005-06-17T17:36:00.000-07:00

You are posting and it is blank.
Why? WHY??? Put the god damned picture back on, the empty space is... bad.
At least people won't be posting because they think you are fine. I dare you to put on michael jackson - haha.

WHOOOOSH!

CLONK!

2005-06-16T18:32:00.000-07:00

I have know fully recovered from my harsh meeting with the ground. I was skateboarding, and I - who skates? I skate. Its fun - you should try it.

The bright green meadow

2005-06-16T18:14:00.000-07:00

The green bright meadow,
Full of slaving mice,
Bringing home to their babies,
Pods of peas and rice,
And checking if it’s healthy,
And good enough to eat,
And seeing if the pea pods,
Are tasty but not too sweet,
And they work hard all day,
Nibbling on the plant roots,
On a sunny field in May,
Pulling down the spring shoots,
And squeezing out the bitter juice,
And pouring it into a cup,
Made from ripped up maize leaves,
And taking it to their babies,
Where they add a little sugar,
But strictly not too much,
And they set it out on a tray,
With some sweet corn and rice for lunch.

The Nightingale

2005-06-16T18:06:00.000-07:00

There goes a pretty whistling,
High up among the trees,
Shooting through the mist,
And waking up the bees,
They buzz out of their honey cone,
And listen for the sound,
But it sounds quite far away,
For it is simply tree-bound,
And the bees get busy buzzing,
And the rumour soon spreads around,
There’s a nightingale in this wood,
There’s a nightingale in town!
And the bees get quickly typing,
For the Bee-Buzz-Bizz express,
And the innocent little nightingale,
Is landed in the press!
The bees buzz round to her house,
On the ninety-ninth tree,
The new pop star birdie,
Is a Hollywood honey!

POWER!!!

2005-06-15T17:48:00.000-07:00

Many people are drawn to power like flies are drawn to lights - or more suited - the inside of your mouth.
Like PM's, for example, they are either drawn to power, love of politics, or the money and popularity (some PM's do actually think that!), it generates.
Hitler - although a subject many people tend to avoid - mainly due to preparation, is a classic example of power-craving. He, as many people already know, craved the supreme power of life-taking, and, as on of mankind most regrettable hiccups, succeeded.
But, for the rest of us, we tend to stick to the power of blog-making, which suits me just dandy.

Flowers

2005-06-14T20:23:00.000-07:00

I like potted flowers... especially on my windowsill. They smell pretty but someties you have to change them; either that or you buy some nice silk ones with the little petals and the twisted little stalks...
But flowers aren't really that interesting. More soon. : D

Potted flower

Flowers that are potted

2005-06-14T18:42:00.000-07:00

F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-flowers that are potted.

Flowers that are potted

People are crappy, and blogging gets boring

Flowers that are potted

Teeth drumming

" "

Holiday: brief explanation

Muffled-brain-pop

Its all gone pete tong?

Bug eye

The teenie-weenie generation

Stupid-idiot-people

Fun.

Its me!

Apparently it didn't break America...

Button moon

The bright green fields of...

Wake me up when September ends

Best idea ever. Ever.

Tag-o-RAMA! Two!

Tag-o-RAMA!

Behold Arnold! Again!

Water lilies

Behold Arnold!

I AM NOT BACK. I AM NOT BACK. I AM NOT BACK.

Ohhhhhhhh dear. Oh deary-deary-deaar. *sigh*

New bloggers!

Don't blame me, I went to the seaside and there were flies. It's a cool song anyway. So there.

07/07/05

You just stand there while I stand here, smothered in confetti and laugh at you. LOSER!

I DO like mondays; alhough I don't usually, but this monday rocks like noodle knows!!

Hanging dog

Absence

Acrylic's

I am a rich person!!!

My scrap of blog-paper

Boogie...

WHY???

Bunny-liscious

Transience Q&A

Glastonbury

Potted-flower is known by google!

I am not sure whether I like this picture thing...

???

miscellany of adverts

Flying man

Ja?

Death of my rose bush...

The Ecim

Free things that suck

Wimbledon approaching...

pop-up

The hawks of hell

GAH...

Mitzzee please

*CLONK!*

The bright green meadow

The Nightingale

POWER!!!

Flowers

Flowers that are potted

Ohhhhhhhh dear. Oh deary-deary-deaar. sigh

CLONK!