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It's Sunday night and I'm spending some quite time here, trying to unwind the corkscrews in my brain.
It usually takes a few hours after the weekend of busting chops to plow through the mountian of work that's always waiting.
The mountian will never get done.

It was cold out this morning and I'm looking forward to a more consistant weather pattern. I want so bad to have a huge bon fire where we can be a lot tribal and watch the night sky.

Alot of people at work are as frustrated as I am. (...)

Remember the time , a while ago now when life was fun and care free and all that mattered was what as there. There were no complicated plot lines, everything was fed to you in black and white. There were only toys, parents and the occasional monster in the closet, all concocted by the imagination. The biggest worries were nap time and bath time. Things you never used to want, but now they are things you can't live without. Just one more hour of sleep and a nice hot bath to relax.

A young (...)

Sunday afternoon - Time - 1:30 pm.

Location - Melbourne International Airport

Condition - Tired, sleepy, exhausted, cant feel her ass rear end any more.

After a long and uncomfortable 15 hour or so flight from Hong Kong to Melbourne, I was finally here. The 7 month wait was over and I finally going to start a new chapter of my life..

My father and I checked into a service apartment, and went out to grab some lunch. The streets were very very empty, and I (...)

I've been informed that I'm the only person in the house allowed to cook fish. According to the general concenses I make kick ass food.
I don't mind being the cook. But the problem is that I can never seem to cook enough for left overs, unless I'm doing great enough quanities that there is no way that these people can eat it all in one night.
I guess that makes all thoes years in the kitchen facing the same delma a statement that I understand what tastes good.
I can see it in my head. The (...)

Hi all. I just wanted to communicate this nice thing that happened today. In the mud where I build and enjoy to roleplay, I met several guys that I find very nice and who I like to talk to and everything.

Well, today I finally managed to get one of those guys up here on Netalive. This is indeed a good reason to smile. I know that he will bring a great contribution to our forum, because he is indeed very good with wording and sentences, and I am sure that he will bring some new oxygen, (...)

I believe that all registered users can rate other's posts. At some point, one's work will be rated by strangers, or our on-line friends.

It's easy enough to rate someone's work, as it's just a button. One button with 5 degrees of like or dislike. It doesn't take any sort of special skill, or even thought to use this button.

I'm incline oft to think that there is no thought put forth when people use this button. I'm inclined to think that people use it instead of replying to a person's (...)

That's right, i lived out every teenagers dream: attending a music festival. the biggest music festival in Melbourne is Big Day Out. And it was good. I "rocked out" and did all those things i'm supposed to. AND: i didn't have to spend any money on pot thanks to simply being able to "passively" smoke it thanks to all those around me.

in other news... i seem to have henna'd my left breast to say "SEXY". Hrmmm... i really have no idea why, it's very unlike me. i'm going to blame the (...)