Bingo.

Whoa. What a day. Half from the flamey depths of Hell, half from the blue skied, cloudy Heaven.




Reality check. Moving on.

Stages of a hallucination

1. Emergence of surprising or warded-off memory or fantasy images
2. Frequent reality checks
3. Last vestige of insight as hallucinations become “real”

4. Fantasy and distortion elaborated upon and confused with actual perception

5. Internal-external boundaries destroyed and possible pantheistic experience

I know for a fact that cameras show the truth. I'm not talking about the after processing of a photo, but the real time camera and what it shows and what I perceive from it. I understand how cameras work, so looking through the camera, I know that it shows what is real.

So, seeing normally through the lens of a camera, because it is perceiving the absolute truth, technology cannot be wrong (as to the way I understand it). The rest, being left to the imagination. "voluntary control." - is what is being told, or perceived, as to what the belief of what will happen is. If that makes any sense what so ever.

Hmmm...

Oh, Jealousy, Look At Me Now

Attack of the Green Eyed monster.

The other day, it was my best friend's 18th birthday party. We were all around her kitchen table in high spirits, eating sushi (yum). When one of our friends shouted out something she had heard being said at a party earlier that week, about me. *wow, that hurt*. Silence. Every person in the room, I'm sure, felt that stab, knew exactly how those few words had hurt me. Badly. Very badly. It was one of those moments where I just felt like the ground should eat me up, there and then.

The wave of hurt, turning into panic, turning into anger at the person who had origonally said these few words, was tremendous. I managed to control myself, it was my best friend's party after all, and I wasn't going to let a comment like that ruin the evening for her. We had a great time that night, making sure I gave myself temporary amnesia. (on a note, it wasn't my friend who said it at the other party, it was someone else, who possesses two faces.)

I'm not going to say the person's name, or in fact what they said that has hurt me so much. Because it struck me just how pathetic it really is. I wasn't there to witness it being said, but I'm sure it would have been one of those moments where the comment just slid out of their mouth... but I also doubt that they regret saying it. Which, in my eyes, makes it worse. Perhaps they have more than two faces.

I saw this person the day after I was told what they had said, and I chose not to confront them. But it did amaze me how sweet and lovely they were to me.

Jealousy. That's all it comes down to really.

Vroom Vroom!

I think I shall take a journey tonight
On the back of a motor bike.

Eyes wide open, the wind whips past
breathe the air, escape at last.

Hold on tight, faster we go
Sprint the corners, high and low

Now drift off into dreamy sleep
No need to wake, don't make a peep.

Bitch is 18!

HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY MARINA!!!! WOOOOOO!
LOVE YOU (more) FOREVER AND EVER! (amen) xxxxx

Yo Ho Yo Ho A Pirate's Life Fer Me

It suddenly struck me today as I was shifting wet and stinky plants, that my life, the way I see it and my ideals are mirrored pretty well in the Pirates of the Caribbean Trilogy.

There's the kiss in the pouring rain, between Elizabeth and Will. I thought it was one of the most perfect scenes I'd ever seen in my life.


There's the unforgettable scene in which Davy Jones pours out his soul whilst playing that magnificent organ with his beard. (sounds funny when you say it like that). I though the way in which it was captured was perfect, the way Bill Nighy played the character, the way he felt that music, the emotion. Perfect.


There's the inevitable creatures that look half dead, though no where near bloody enough.


There's Captain Jack Sparrow swimming under water. I always loved underwater swimming the most. Perfect escape.


And of course there's the scene that's called "multiple Jacks" *cough*


Last but not least, I'd love to be a Pirate (as seen in POTC). I'd get to drink rum all day, get hitched with a Captain, preferably as hot as Captain Jack. I'd get to wear stunning dresses (unfortunately I'd probably have to wear the same dress for the whole of my life, but hey) AND I'd get to have dread locks without my mum complaining and threatening to shave my head if I ever got them. I'd get to see the world, kill a few people and not get into too much trouble (not that I want to kill anyone lol), and I'd get to sail the horizon to the corners of the world., and hopefully not get hanged in the meantime. Yo Ho, Yo Ho, A Pirate's Life Fer Me.

Mus-cles.

It's amazing how weedy and weak I've become!

I used to train nine to ten times a week, with group landwork, and also my own extra landwork on top of all that.

And now I do a great big fat NOTHING.

I really quite miss my muscles actually. I swear I used to have bigger pecks than my dad and my legs used to be made of rock. Hmmm... I was thinking all this as I was painfully riding my bike the other day. How I used to cycle about fifteen times faster with no pain whatsoever, and now, I'm struggling tremendously to get up a tiny slope that feels like a mountain. *sigh*

Not a very beautiful sport twas swimming, I have to say *cough*

Do the Can-Can!

la la, la la la la la, la, la la la la la, la, la la la la la

LA LA LA LA LA LA LA

la la, la la la la la, la, la la la la la, la, la la la la, la la la la,

LA!

Studio Badminton!

The latest sport in the world of Music Technology: Studio badminton.

Aim of the game:
To make your opponent fall impressively off their wheelie-chair, making sure they land flat on their arse (trying not to make them land in expensive gear - one, because of the price, and two because you love them really).

Things to know before you begin:
1. Must be played in a music studio environment.
2. Two players, facing each other on wheelie-chairs, with their feet placed on the same wheelie bench in the middle.
3. One scrunched up CD case paper as the ball
4. Flat hand as the racket.

Points:
10 points if your opponent hits the imaginary net
15 points for each time your opponent fails to return the ball
50 points if you hit a munchkin with the ball
100 points if you hit a munchkin on the head with the ball
200 points if you hit a munchkin and manage to get the ball straight back into play (without touching the floor)
1000 points if you do the above, but hit a munchkin on the head with the ball. (Ok, so you just won the game)

Rules:
None.